#jiminnfic

- 9:38pm

His hair was a beautiful shade of orange. It fell perfectly, almost in a heart shape around his forehead. You couldn’t keep your eyes off him all night. You rested your chin in your hand. The way his head nodded to the music made your heart flutter. You took a sip of your drink as your best friend danced around the kitchen table. “I see you, y/n…” she spluttered. You giggled, “what?”, diverting your eyes elsewhere. “Don’t even try and tell me that you’re not looking at him.” “Who?” She placed a hand up, covering her mouth as she whispered, barely keeping her balance, “Jimin.” So his name is Jimin. Your cheeks flushed pink.”Soft!” she shouted, “Y/n’s soft!” she danced around the room again, smiling widely. “Shut the fuck up!” you widened your eyes, dipping your head down wanting nothing more than to sink into the floor. “I should call him over…” you leaned forwards shaking your head “I’m fucking warning you.” you stood up, stumbling over your feet. “I’m dead serious.” “Ooh, I’m so scared!” she mocked, “Jiminie!” Fuck. You just stood there as you watched his head dart up at the sound of his name. He slowly approached. His hand held a red cup and his face lit up as his stepped into the kitchen light. “You called?” he arched his eyebrow putting on a posh accent. “Hello,” your friend began, a prestige smile on her lips, “my friend here, she um, thinks you’re cute as shit” She took a sip of her drink. “Gotta go!” you glared at her as she jogged off into the main room, joining everyone else leaving you and Jimin, alone. What the fuck just happened and how are you here with him? The most gorgeous boy you have ever laid your eyes on, with you? Alone? His lips curled into a cocky smirk as he tilted his head, taking a step towards you. “Oh.” he licked his lips. “I’m Jimin by the way, not Jiminie.” you just stared at him, your throat going dry. His eyes darted around the room, “… and you are?” his gaze fell back upon yours. Fuck, snap out of it. “Oh yeah, right, yeah, I’m… y/n” You leaned back on the kitchen counter. “You’re in my History class, right?” You nodded, answering him. He leaned in towards you. “Quiet aren’t you?” He took a step back. Your breathing hitched. You took a sip of your drink wishing the alcohol would loosen you up a bit more. You looked over his shoulder, seeing your friend in the living room. She tapped on her phone screen and you heard the music change. No she didn’t. She held up her thumbs and you raised your eyebrows. You suddenly felt your confidence boost. “I mean, I guess you could say I’m quiet but, I beg to differ.” You leaned down and opened the kitchen drawer, grabbing a wooden spoon. You started singing the lyrics out loud as you danced around the kitchen, almost falling over a few times. Jimin jumped up onto the kitchen counter as he smirked watching you. “This is my song! This is my song!” you shouted, turning round to flash a cocky grin at your friend. He bit his lip as he watched you, still smirking. His head tilted as he watched you stumble around the room. You could feel the alcohol seeping into your bloodstream. You bumped into the kitchen island, falling over your feet. You winced as you hit the floor. “Shit.” Jimin pushed himself off the counter as he rushed over to you. You looked up at him and couldn’t hide the blush on your cheeks as you started laughing. You saw his face relax as he started laughing too. He grabbed your hands and pulled you up, taking the spoon from your grip, his hands falling onto your waist to steady you. “You good?” He flashed a toothy grin as he squeezed your waist. “Mhm, I’m okay.” You smiled, looking into his eyes.You never imagined him to be this gorgeous up close. “You clumsy shit.” He scoffed, laughing. You slapped his chest playfully, pulling back from his grip. “Excuse me!” You laughed, a huge grin on your face.

- 10:25pm

Your fingers intertwined with his has he guided you upstairs. You could feel the bass of the music in your chest and your ears rang from the volume of everyone’s voices screaming to the song. He looked down at you, a huge grin plastered on his face. Once you reached the landing, you saw him hunting for a room. He said he wanted to speak with you, somewhere more quiet. “There.” He nodded his head over to a door that was open and he pulled you inside. You walked in, a huge double bed sat in the middle of the room. You walked over and flopped onto it, a sigh leaving your body. Immediately, all the alcohol went to your head as it began to swirl. “Wooh.” The new feeling surprising you. You felt the bed sink as he flopped down next to you. “Woooahh…” He breathed, his head swirling. You giggled. He sat up and turned to face you. “So, you think I’m cute…” You sat up, a questioning smirk on your face. “Just a bit cocky, don’t you think?” You scoffed. He scrunched up his nose, cringing at his words. “I’m kidding,” you pinched his arm, “of course I do.” You could tell he wasn’t expecting that answer as his eyebrows shot up. He flopped back down onto the bed. “Come here, I wanna snug.” You leaned down as you lay down next to him, your leg intertwining with his as your arm rested onto his chest. His arm curled around your shoulder, pulling you into him. He smelt of alcohol and soap and sweet cologne. He looked up to the ceiling as his thumb circled on the bare skin of your shoulder. “Me too.” He finally spoke. “You too what?” you looked up at him. “I think you’re cute.” he smiled a toothy grin as his leg rubbed against yours slightly. “You’re just a big softie aren’t you, look at you, cuddling me AND calling me cute? What happened to “hi I’m Jimin and I just have to blink and all the girls at school are wrapped around my little finger.” hm?” He scoffed. “Shut up.” A smirk on his face. You laughed, sitting up, looking at him. He held out his arms squeezing clumps of air in his hands. “Why’d you go?” You blushed at his cuteness as you brought your hands up to meet his, pulling him up. You felt butterflies in your stomach as you battled with yourself deciding whether to kiss him or not but you decided to follow your gut. You kept a hold of his hands as you looked into his eyes which were hooded from the alcohol. 

He stared at you, his lips slightly parted, his body swaying a little. You leaned in, your lips connecting with his. You squeezed his hands before letting go, cupping his face. His hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you onto his lap. His kisses grew hungry and you could feel yourself getting drunker from the adrenaline mixed with the alcohol. He squeezed your waist and you let your hands trail down his clothed chest. Fuck, you wanted him. He smirked, pushing his head forwards, deepening the kiss. You felt his tongue slip into your mouth, battling with yours for dominance. Your hands cupped his face once more as your rolled your hips into his. You felt his breathing hitch. Breaking away from the kiss, you pulled your hair to one side and unbuttoned the back of your bandeau top. Holding it against your chest you tilted your head, looking at him. He stared at your collarbones before his eyes shifted to yours. His hands hooked onto the bottom of his shirt, pulling it off him. He threw it onto the floor. You couldn’t take this all in. Your eyes widened as they drifted down his torso. “Wow.” You whispered. His tongue swiped across his lips as he gently grabbed your wrists. “Let me see…” he pulled your wrists towards his chest causing your top to drop onto his lap, your bare breasts exposed. He grabbed your top, slinging it onto the floor, his eyes never leaving yours. 

He bit his lip as he brought up his hands to cup your mounds, squeezing gently. You blinked slow, your hands falling on top of his, pushing him onto you. He sighed deeply, leaning forward to bring his head into the crook of your neck which he began kissing and sucking softly. A small moan escaped your throat as you tilted your head, giving him more access. His fingertips curled, squeezing your breasts a little harder. You rolled your hips into his once more. You moved your hands away, resting them on his shoulders. His hands left your body, as did his lips. He leant back against the headboard of the bed, staring at your through half-open eyes. “Jimin…” you began, “I want you…” You had to swallow the blush that begged to creep up on your cheeks, dizzy from arousal. He pushed you backwards causing you to fall back onto the bed. He hovered over you. “Good.” His voice was husky as he leant down to kiss your lips. Pushing himself off the bed, he walked over to the door and flicked the lock. He swiftly undid his belt and stepped out of his jeans. You propped yourself up on your elbows before pushing yourself off the bed completely. You undid the button on your jeans and slipped them off. You both stood there, heads swirling, eyes locked on each other.

“Take them off for me.” You could see his shoulders grow more broad as his dominance ached to come through. You tilted your head as your fingers curled around the hem of your panties, sliding them down your thighs slowly. He readjusted himself inside his boxers. “Your turn.” You flashed a cheeky smirk. He shook his head at your words. “No can do, baby.” You almost winced at his words, he was sending you insane. You felt yourself growing more confident and took a step towards him. “Looks like I’ll have to then.” You grabbed a hold of the hem of his boxers and pulled them down, dropping to your knees as you did. You let a pool of saliva build on your mouth as you placed your hand around the base of his length. He simply looked down at you through half-open eyes. You opened your mouth and took him all in, wetting his shaft with your saliva. He exhaled deeply, his hand falling into your hair. He neither pulled nor pushed, just something to grab onto. You swirled your tongue round the head of his cock. Pulling back a little, you kitten-licked the tip before pushing your head back down his shaft. You let your hands fall onto your thighs letting one of them come up to cup your sex. You hollowed your cheeks as you bobbed your head. You could almost feel his hips begging to buck as his mouth fell open. Your gaze fell upon his. Sweat gathered at his brow. He looked so ethereal and you would lean up to kiss him if you could but you simply hollowed your cheeks once more and swirled your tongue around him. His eyebrows knitted together. You winced as your finger mindlessly curled into your already-wet core and began pumping. You moaned against his cock sending shivers up his spine. You shot him a lustful eye-smile as you could see he was getting close. His lips had curled into his mouth as his head tilted, a look of disbelief on his face. You brought your fingers out to circle your clit as you sucked and swirled on his length. His hips quivered, begging to buck and you knew you weren’t going to let him cum. You brought both your hands up to his arms, holding on as you pulled yourself up. His face dropped and his shoulders broadened once more. 

“Oh…” he arched his brow, his stare almost intimidating as he shoved you onto the bed. He crawled up your body, making sure to lick your slick folds, causing you to wince, before his lips crashed onto yours. You moaned into the kiss as you felt his length brush against the soft skin of your thighs as he positioned himself between your spread legs, the head of his cock barely touching your folds. He broke the kiss as his head fell, looking down against your chest at himself entering you. You breathed deep as you felt him fill you up. “Fuck…” you breathed, pushing your hips up. His head rolled back up, his gaze meeting yours. “Keep your eyes on me.” His tone was assertive and you didn’t think twice about obeying him. He grabbed your legs, wrapping them around his waist before putting his hands back into the previous position of either side of your head, holding himself up. He thrusted deep and slow, painfully slow. “Jimin,” you moaned, rolling your hips against him, begging to go faster. You looked into his hazelnut brown eyes as you saw them flicker, almost darkening. He thrusted even deeper and began to pick up the pace, the tip of him crawling closer and closer to your G-spot. Your arms curled around him, nails leaving red marks along the bare skin of his back. He licked his lips, eyebrows furrowing together, still sensitive from your mouth. He cocked his head to the side thinking of how he could punish you from holding off his orgasm but decided he didn’t have enough time to be fucking around. He thrusted faster and faster, finally hitting your G-spot causing you to scream. “Fuck Jimin!” he smirked as your head begged to fall to the side but you knew you had to hold his gaze. Your arms fell out the side of the bed, grabbing a fistful of the sheets. “Is that good babygirl?” You hummed a ‘yes’. “Speak up, I can’t hear you.” “Yes…” You breathed, feeling your orgasm approaching. His thrusts went from fast and deep to slow and lustful. Your mouth dropped open, eyes rolling back. “Please…” you apologised by begging as you took your eyes away from his. He inhaled sharply through his teeth, his hips bucking sending even more pleasure your way. 

You felt the knot in your stomach come undone as your breathing hitched, You felt his hand snake around your neck as his thrusts became sloppy. He helped you ride out your high, sweat adorning his forehead. He squeezed your neck gently before moving his hand up to the tip of your chin bringing you in for a kiss. He pulled himself out of you, leaning back. He sat on his knees as he looked down at himself. His hand took a hold of his length as he began pumping. His free hand ran through his hair, tugging at the ends, eyebrows furrowing together, mouth dropping open. You propped yourself up on your elbows and watched him. You took your bottom lip into your mouth as you heard him whimper, thick white cum flowing from him.

You sat up, placing a longing kiss against his lips. You stood up off the bed and walked over to the en suite, grabbing a towel. You walked over to him and helped clean him up, all the while him watching you through hooded eyes. “So you think I’m cute, right?” His lips curled into a smile. You stood back, dropping the towel to the floor as you grabbed his t-shirt, throwing it on. “Meh.” You shrugged playfully, throwing him his boxers. His eyebrows shot up, his smile turning into a toothy grin as he slipped his boxers back on. “Yeah, you’re not that cute yourself.” He laughed, returning the sarcasm. You slumped down onto the bed, crawling under the covers. “And that’s why I had you whimpering against the door? Yeah?” You wiggled your eyebrows, holding the duvet open for him to join. “Come here, I wanna snug.” You mocked his previous words. He shook his head in disbelief at your sarcasm, sighing deeply as he crawled in next to you. His hand snaked around your waist, pulling your back close to his chest. You closed your eyes, melting under his touch.

“Shut the fuck up.” He chuckled, placing a kiss on your temple.