#jimin reader

Jay rolls a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, sending a new wave of pleasure coursing through you, and you gasp, doing your best to hold in the moan that nearly escapes your mouth. This only seems to encourage him more, and he does it again and again, finding a rhythm with which to drive you absolutely wild. As soon as a sound of pleasure does escape your lips, you're met with the sound of Jimin giggling, further plunging you into insanity. 

Your fingertips are tangled in the fabric of Jay's loose white shirt, so when he lets out a soft whimper, you're surprised—surely, you didn't cause him to make that sound. Tilting your head pull from Jay's lips and glance at him to find a small ring-clad hand palming over his thigh, close to his cock. 

Jay lets out a shattered exhale and mutters, "You don't mind, right?" 

All you can do is shake your head and pull him closer, deepening the kiss and allowing your moans to escape. You wouldn't dare stand in the way of letting these two do absolutely anything they want—they could commit actual arson, and you don't think you would bat an eye. Jimin touching Jay while he touches you only turns you on more. 

A soft knock against the partition makes you jump, and Jay gives your breast one last squeeze before he removes his hand from your shirt and grabs a mask from his pocket. Following his lead, you mask up and slip a baseball hat on, pulling it low enough to cover your eyes before you're escorted through the staff entrance of a hotel. You don't pass anyone on your way up to the suite, and the moment the door closes behind the three of you, Jay's mask is off, and he's pulling you close. 

You can barely fathom the whirlwind of clothing being removed before you stumble into the edge of a mattress while tugging your pants off and fall onto your butt. You anchor yourself onto your hands and attempt to crawl backward onto the bed, but Jay advances fast, stepping out of his pants and getting onto his knees. 

There's a fire in Jay's eyes as he hovers over you, panting and grinning that makes you feel like his prey, trapped in his grasp and ready to be devoured. Your heart pounds, and you lay back, spreading your legs wide to invite him to have you as he pleases. All Jay wears in tight black briefs, and you can't help but let your eyes rove his body, muscular and lithe and still glistening from sweat.

"You should go live in the next twenty to thirty minutes," Jimin calls from across the room, and you remember then that you have an audience.

Jay smirks and responds, "I can make that work," and a chill of anticipation and excitement runs along your spine.

With one hand, Jay reaches around your back and unclasps your bra. As you remove it, laying back against the mattress to free your arms, Jay hooks his fingers under the waistline of your panties and pulls them free. You don't miss the way the damp crotch of the fabric sticks to your skin and how cool the air feels hitting you; it's undeniable how wet the car ride made you, and all Jay had done was kiss you and play with your nipple. 

Despite the adrenaline and eagerness in Jay's eyes, he's careful as he spreads your thighs with both hands and leans in to nibble at your inner thigh, and you throw your head back from the closeness of his touch, eager to have both his hands and his mouth on your pussy. 

"How do you want me?" Jay groans against your skin.

"Be rough with me," you whine, watching as Jay glances up through his long curls and smirks.

"Can Jimin join?" Jay asks.

Your head falls back against the bed, and you smile, nodding and sounding perhaps a little too eager as you whimper, "Yes!" You close your eyes to attempt to get your bearings and calm your pounding heart, but the mattress dips beside you, pulling you back to reality, and you open your eyes to Jimin stroking his cock beside your face. 

As Jimin's cock sinks into your mouth, two of Jay's fingers enter you, and you moan muffled sounds as Jay's tongue draws pretty patterns over your clit, quickly pushing you past the edge of arousal; your pleasure builds and releases so fast, it's like being shoved into a free fall. 

Jay's hands and mouth are skilled and adamant, fucking and licking you with an urgency that makes your head spin, and it takes mere minutes to make you cum, which you drop Jimin's cock from between your lips to do—practically gasping for air. 

Jay continues to finger and lick you through your orgasm, and you suck Jimin's cock back into your throat as the pleasure builds and builds once more. You find it impossible to determine when your first orgasm ended and your second began, and you wonder if perhaps you had never stopped plummeting into the depths of bliss in the first place. 

You're a drooling, fucked out mess, swirling your tongue lazily over the tip of Jimin's cock as Jay spreads your thighs around his hips and sinks his entire length into your pussy. You cry out from the stretch and from finally being so full, and Jimin bends, replacing his cock on your lips with his mouth, to twist his tongue around yours and swallow all your sounds. Jimin returns your moans with pretty, deep noises of his own, and the softness of his lips against yours helps you sink further into bliss. 

"So fucking tight," Jay groans as he sets a rough pace fucking you. "So pretty for us."

Jimin hums and pulls from the kiss long enough to groan, "You are a pretty little thing, aren't you? So good for us."

Hands are on your neck, your breasts, your clit and your hip, and you can't keep track of who is where but each touch feels intoxicating and hypnotizing, and you find yourself hurtling once more to the edge of full physical and mental collapse at the hands of these pretty men. 

You try to reach out to touch—to stroke Jimin's cock or grip onto Jay's arm—but your limbs feel heavy and lazy, and you struggle to do anything but lay so pliant and so good for them. You hardly recognize your own voice as you cry between Jimin's lips, letting out sounds of overwhelming pleasure. 

"That's it, baby," Jay groans, tugging one of your legs up to anchor onto his shoulder. His lips and teeth nip at your calf. "Cum for me again. Show me how good this cock makes you feel."

You're delirious as you cum again, whimpering and sobbing into Jimin's mouth. You think he's petting your head and neck, but it's hard to tell as you slip further into euphoria and ride out your high on Jay's cock. Jay whimpers and sucks sensitive, wet marks into your calf, and you wonder if he's about to cum as well. 

Jimin breaks from your lips and plants wet, soft kisses along your jaw and neck, then sits back, out of your reach. You whine from the loss of him against your skin, but you feel powerless to do anything. You open your eyes to find Jimin stroking his long, pretty cock, smiling at Jay. 

As Jay's movements begin to stutter, Jimin crawls toward him and purrs, "Cum in my mouth."

You whimper as Jay pulls his cock from your pussy and lowers your leg, and you sink further into the bed, allowing all your limbs to fall limp. Jimin drops to his knees on the floor and sucks Jay's cock between his pretty plump lips, moaning as Jay sinks his length all the way in. You can tell they've done this before, and it makes your mind race. 

It feels like a fever dream watching Jay gently fuck Jimin's mouth, tangling his fingers into Jimin's dark hair. Jay looks just as powerful and pretty as he cums as he did performing on stage, and you feel a swell of affection and admiration for him. Jimin smiles as Jay pulls his spent cock from his mouth, then licks his lips and turns to look at you. 

"You taste delicious," Jimin purrs, causing you to feel shy and nibble your bottom lip, unable to form words, though you're not sure whether thanking him would be weird or not, anyway.

"Flip over and let me taste you more while Hoba sucks my cock?" Jimin asks, and you muster every ounce of strength you have to roll your body over and get onto your hands and knees.

Jimin's mouth is on your pussy in an instant, and you grip onto the comforter as pleasure comes licking at your heels, threatening to yank you back into oblivion. When you cum again, it's to the sounds of Jimin moaning, and by the time he's done with you, you collapse into a pile of pliant limbs on the bed. 

You barely register the men getting dressed and going live. When you come to, you're curled between two naked bodies, and you smile and allow sleep to claim you once more.

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Yeji once suggested speaking to a therapist about having anger management issues after walking into your office and having to dodge a flying pen Matrix style. The thing is that writing is the only thing that brings this emotion out of you. No other thing has been this frustrating in your life, especially these past few months. This change of scenery was supposed to help, instead its made it worse since now you’re all alone dealing with the thoughts of self doubt and multiple episodes of laying on the floor like the scene in Lilo and Stitch. Except, unlike Lilo, you have no one here to tell “Leave me alone to die” to.  

You’re beginning to feel like a failure, absolutely no work has been accomplished. What kind of author can’t even write or draw? Maybe giving up the children’s book gig and becoming an erotica novel writer is a good idea. You’ve always thought about the idea of writing spicy romance novels. You’ve heard the building secretaries whispering about the newest “spicy” book they’ve seen on Tiktok. Apparently fantasy books about werewolves are very popular, talking about “mates” and “knots” and other supposedly hot things. Who knew porn about imaginary creatures would be something people would be into.

This cabin was supposed to help you write but right now it’s feeling like a stuffy prison. Checking Naver for any local coffee shops you discovered there’s a Starbucks, should you support local coffee shops instead? Yes. Would you rather have a frappucino than real coffee? Also yes.

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This Starbucks wasn’t a standalone building. Just like almost every other building in this town it’s connected to other shops almost like a strip mall. There’s a pet supply shop to the right of it and a tteok-bokki restaurant to the left.

Resisting the urge to stop at the restaurant you walk into the Starbucks and find that it looks just like any other one you could find in Seoul. It seems like this location is pretty popular. There’s a moderately long line of people waiting to place their order. All the tables were occupied even the seats right at the bar were taken. Sighing in defeat  you switch your laptop bag from one shoulder to the other.

Heading out the door you heard a pair of voices loudly bickering behind you. Stopping to hold the door open for the men you recognized one of the men as Yoongi from the bakery. You didn’t know the other man though.

“Would you like some coffee with all that sugar?” Yoongi said giving the other man’s drink in his hand a disgusted look.

The taller man scoffed, “Oh I’m sorry that I’m not a coffee snob like you and only drink my coffee black. I happen to love myself and caramel frapuccinos are my comfort food. Self care is important these days!”

Yoongi rolled his eyes before noticing you, “What are you doing here?”

Before you could answer he was smacked on the back of his head and pushed out of the doorway. “Ya! Don’t you have any manners? Sorry about him, I’m Jin and I’m guessing you know Yoongi.””

You nodded while Yoongi turned and glared at the man behind him making a low sound that oddly resembled a dog’s growl. Shivers went down your spine and oddly down to another place that you definitely were not expecting.

“I was trying to get a frappuccino and some cake pops but the line is way too long and I didn’t want to wait.”

“I can make cake pops that are way better than those abominations. C’mon let’s go.”

Sharing a confused look with Yoongi who just shrugged you followed after Jin who was marching like a man on a mission in the direction of the bakery.

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Walking into the bakery your nose was overwhelmed with the scent of cinnamon, it almost made you sneeze. Yoongi ushered you to a table near a window and told you to sit tight. Pulling out your phone you decide to browse Instagram while you waited. Leaning back in your chair you could hear muffled arguing coming from what you assumed was the kitchen in the back.

“I’m telling you, you need to play up the bad boy look. You can get more tips If you would at least answer when women ask you about your tattoos.”

“And I’m telling you, they make me uncomfortable. It’s either cranky ajummas who give me dirty looks when they notice or women who have no shame and try to touch them. I’m not a damn petting zoo, hyung.”

“You look like a zoo animal.” Jimin snickered while sitting on one of the counters near the stove. This resulted in a big glob of cream cheese frosting meant for the piping hot cinnamon rolls being launched at him narrowly missing his head and splattering on the wall. He jumped off the counter growling “Listen here you little shit.”

“What the hell do you two think you’re doing in MY kitchen?”

Jin was fuming looking at his younger mates acting like children in his precious safe haven. He knew he shouldn’t have let Yoongi talk him into going on a break.

“He started it!” Jungkook pointed at Jimin who was currently stalking towards him ready to hit him in his stupid pretty boy face.

“Shut up you little snitch!”

“Snitches get stitches” Yoongi added.

“Cut it out all of you” Namjoon called from the office rubbing his temples trying to alleviate the migraine that was forming from staring at excel sheets all day.

“Y/N is out there waiting for a coffee. This is our chance to give her the potion.” Yoongi informed the alpha wolf giving him the iced Americano he bought for him.

“Call Taehung and tell him to get over here. We’re executing the plan today.”

~Present Day~

You didn’t know what to expect but what you were expecting sure as hell wasn’t this. The room you were currently held in looked like a five star hotel room, adorned in hues of red and gold and decorated with paintings of regal wolves hunting deer and hanging around the moon goddess. If you were here under different circumstances maybe you could appreciate how beautiful this room was.

There was no clock in here so it was impossible to know how long you were trapped in this makeshift prison cell. And the lack of a window was also disorienting. Your phone sat useless on a side table, long dead. But it wasn’t needed to know at least a few hours had passed since the guards brought you.

The first hour was filled with frantic pacing and trying to open the locked door. Why were you guys being treated like prisoners? It’s not like you broke any laws. But seeing how serious the guards were you figured some werewolf law was in fact broken.

During your crisis Jungkook was somehow able to fall asleep on the plush king size bed. He was curled up in the fetal position hugging a pillow close to his body. His baby face, even more prominent while relaxed and unconscious, made him look like a young boy and not a man in his twenties even with his facial peircings.

Rage filled every part of your being as you fought the urge to yell at him to wake up and face the reality of the situation. After all this was his fault, right? Why did he take that stupid potion? Why didn’t he listen to Yuna? Why couldn’t he stop being so immature for once in his life?

This was the first emotion other than soul crushing sadness that you felt this during this whole ordeal and it scared you.

Walking away from him and into the bathroom to cool off before doing something you’d regret seemed like the right thing to do. Throwing things Jungkook already knew in his face would be cruel.

The marble of the bathroom counter felt cool against your palms as you stood in front of the sink staring at yourself in the mirror. You look rough, eyes red, face puffy and dried tears adorning your cheeks. You were never a pretty crier like the women in the Kdramas you watched every night with Jin. If said man was here he’d tell you that you looked like you got ran over by a car and that you could never catch him slipping like that.

You snorted at the memory of your overly confident mate. He always had an ugly crying face but you didn’t have the heart to ever tell him that fact. The small smile you were able to conjure up quickly fell when you remembered soon he won’t be your mate anymore.  Feeling the urge to cry once again felt ever present so you rushed to turn on the water faucet.

Cupping your hands you splashed cold water in your face. The freezing liquid was shocking enough that it felt like an emotional reset. It was a little trick you learned from Yoongi who said it always helped to ground himself when he felt a panic attack coming on. ‘You can’t freak out when you’re cold’, he’d say. You seriously contemplated taking a cold shower and just fully shocking your system into submission but that just sounded miserable.

You definitely didn’t need anymore miserable in your life.

Was everything Jungkook’s fault? Yes. Could he have killed Yoongi? Yes. But he didn’t and that should count for something right? Why couldn’t Namjoon realize he was extremely sorry? Wasn’t the mate bond supposed to be strong? Isn’t it like a supernatural marriage pact?

What happened to ‘Through sickness and health’? How could Jungkook be thrown away like trash that easily? The thing that hurt the most was that no one else but you stood up for him. Not even Taehyung who ran with his tail between his legs when he was scared. Why were you the only brave one?

Jungkook was your priority now and you would stick with him for the rest of your life. The others may have been able to be forced into abandoning their love for him but you’re stronger than that. Fuck werewolves and their cowardice.