#jiminotopia

Removing the warm blanket from your form, you literally bounce out of the bed in your underwear. And as you make your way out the room, you pull on your favorite oversized T-shirt and get into the kitchen. Today really is going to be a better day. You reassure yourself as you stretch your limbs and put your favorite playlist on cellphone to shuffle, swaying your hips to the rhythm of the random songs.

“I like how it feels!” You yell along to the lyrics of Enrique’s song as you cook yourself a delicious breakfast of eggs and bacon.

You really like how it feels. You feel better.. Because finally the summer break is over and with it, all thoughts of Park Jimin. Your classes are reopening from today onwards and you’re excited (and thankful) to begin your last year in high school.

To begin with, why were you even so entranced by this Park Jimin? Like, what has he even done for you? You literally saw him for a day and that too, for mere hours. Actually, he shouldn’t mean anything to you. Yes! He shouldn’t and he won’t.

Donning the school uniform again makes you feel so much better. It gives you more willpower and a sense of glee you didn’t know you had been missing. Seriously why were you all sullen over a guy you barely know?!

As you walk through the premises of the school, a breeze tickles your skin, making your skirt flutter with it and you realize that summer really is gone..

Now, it’s time for the rains…

A feeling of joy tingles your whole form and instinctively, you close your eyes to enjoy this welcoming change in weather.

“Y/N!”

A voice calls you out and you turn around to come face-to-face with the bright smile of Jeon Jungkook, vice-captain of the football team. You had completely forgotten about him and your other friends this summer. Damn. You really need to return to your old lifestyle.

“Hi Kookie” You wave a hand and smile.

“We’re taking in new members today so um..” He scratches his neck, his head cocked sideways in an act of shyness, “I hope you’ll come and watch?”

You smile at him. This sweet, junior of yours has always liked you. It’s obvious. It has always been obvious to you. Sadly though, you don’t return the sentiment. But now..you think you must reconsider and give this young man a chance.

“Sure! I’ll see you there.” You give him another polite smile and excuse yourself.

It‘s about time you actually start enjoying your high school life as you are supposed to. Even if it involves dating someone younger than you. A flash of brown crosses your vision for a fleeting moment but you immediately brush it aside. You will move on…

With your hands busy shuffling through the multiple things in your locker and your eyes skimming across your class schedule, you make a mental note to find your friends during lunch break. You need to catch up with everyone, hear their stories and gossips. And you also have to attend those football try-outs that Jungkook has invited you for. For a moment you wonder if it’ll be okay to drag your friends along. Hmmm… Or maybe he wants you to come alone? Wait what if-

“I said get the fuck outta ma way!”

Some unknown dude shouts and you flinch, resulting in your hands shaking, which further leads to the fall of your books on the floor. Great! You kneel down to collect them, the dude yelling even more profanities at some other guy. A long sigh leaves your lips. Your very first lecture of the day is about to start and you don’t want these kind of bad words crossing your mind during it.

But just as you stand back up and arch your face towards the shouting dude, your eyes fall upon a beautiful shade of blue locks and a voice that begins sounding more and more familiar by every passing second. No.. No it can’t be. You try convincing yourself with a quick shake of your head but the view before you boldly denies your thought.

And so with a sudden anxiousness bubbling in your form, you mumble, “J..Jimin?”

The man turns around and just as you had expected, your eyes take in the beautiful sight of Park Jimin, standing merely a few metres from you, his brown hair now dyed into a light shade of blue. There are nicks and cuts on his impeccable face, a bruise at the left corner of his lips. Yes, it is indeed Park Jimin. Injured. Different. Beautiful.

He stares at you with narrowed brows, the one’s you had witnessed on a warm morning two weeks ago when he had pinned you down on your bed. (You still have no idea why or how he had that sudden change in his personality.) Slowly his brows smooth down as recognition swims through his mind and you faintly hear another curse rolling off his lips before he literally launches himself at you.

A/N: So yeah.. this is written very plainly and its short :/

Plus, I ended this on a very bad place but I swear I’ll update as soon as I can..:)

Namjoon

You are surprised by the bell ringing but equally happy that today Namjoon has returned home earlier than usual. You greet him with a hugthe moment you open the door and let him in. While he smiles and leaves to take a bath, you head over to the kitchen to heat-up the food you'd cooked an hour ago.

When Namjoon enters your shared bedroom, he begins stripping off his clothes. He has barely unbuttoned his shirt when he notices your cellphone’s screen and realises that it's left unlocked. Curiosity gets the better of him and he takes a peek.

After shackling your arms and legs to the bed, Namjoon smirks down at you.He waves a blindfold teasingly in front of you before tying it around your eyes so that you are left completely left vulnerable. He then..

Namjoon ends up reading the whole paragraph and then scrolls up to find that it is one of those m-rated‘Idol X Reader’ fanfictions that you were reading when he wasn't home. He shakes his head in amusement and heads back towards the kitchen instead of taking a bath. He surprises you with a back hug and you jump slightly.

“Joonie, I thought you were taking a bath.” You mumble, pulling out a pair of utensils.

“Change of mind..” He says and you notice the teasing tone of his voice. Immediately you crane your head back and quirk your brows at him in confusion.

“Babe, let's bath together. It's been a while since I put soap on you.” He whispers, taking your ear between his teeth as his hands begin roaming your form. A soft moan escapes your lips at the sensations that course through you.

“I'll even blindfold you.” He adds, placing a palm over your eyes.

You gulp at his words and turn around completely to face him, fear of being caught visible in your eyes. “Joon, did you-”

“Y/N..” he says, looking directly at you with a smug smirk on his face, “If there are things”, he pauses and rephrases, “naughty things that you wanna try out, then you only need to ask and you'll receive.”

You simply nod your head, too stunned to say a thing.

Seokjin

You are too busy reading your favourite fanfic about your boyfriend that you fail to notice him, walk out of the kitchen. He smiles when he finds you lying lazily over the couch but his interest peeks when notices you too engulfed with the content on your cellphone. He takes quiet steps towards you and peeks down at the screen from behind you.

When Seokjin said that he loves eating, you didn't realise that he had meantit in such apromiscuous sense. He bends his face andlicks the chocolate off your lips, neck, collarbones and finally heads lower towards your heaving breasts..

“Yah!” he yells out in embarrassment and you flinch at the sudden intrusion, your cellphone slipping out of your dainty fingers and falling on the carpeted floor.

A blush creeps upon your cheeks and you wonder how long he had been here, spying on you. When you look up to meet his gaze, you find his ears heating up by every passing second. His face is a mix of mortification, shock and amusement.

“I never thought you'd be interested in those kinds of things.” He says slightly displeased, “Instead of reading, you could've simply talked to me.”

“Yaah! I get it!” You yell back at him, both too flustered to look at the other in the eyes.

Yoongi

Yoongi isn't much of a social person and likes keeping to himself but when it comes to you, he becomes an entirely different person. He shares with you even the deepest and darkest of his secrets. So this afternoonashe plays a new melody on his piano, he awaits your comments about what you think of it. But when you give no reaction whatsoever even after a minute of his playing, he stops and turns only to find you way too busy with your cellphone. A frown appears on his face for this is the fifth time this week that you've ignored him.

Pushing aside the stool, he walks towards you and as soon as you notice him marching towards you with an annoyed pout, you try to hide the phone behind your back. To your utter dismay, he manages to snatch it out of your hand.

“Yoongi wait-”

He shushes you with a wave of his hand and looks at your phone's screen instead.

Pushing you to the brink of your orgasm, Yoongi stops and smirks down at your heavily breathing form, beads of sweat all over your heated skin. He does this all the time— stimulating you to the point of a release only to leave you right there at the edge. And all you can do is beg desperately for him to give you what you crave so bad..

He locks the cellphone, smirks and inches close to you, faces only a breath apart before capturing your lips in a harsh kiss.You are confused and shocked at first because isn't he supposed to be mad at you for reading something like this? But soon enough, your body begins heating up and you wrap your arms around his neck, enjoying the passionate touch of your lips. Unfortunately, he pauses midway and pulls you up so you can wrap your legs around his waist.

“Let's take this to bed.” He says and lowers his face, his lips moving along your ear as he whispers, “We need to try what you've been reading these days.”

A shudder passes your whole being as you nod your head, too scared to deny his words.

Hoseok

Hoseok loves dancing but every time you show up at his studio,his joy increases tenfold. He makes sure to give his best whenever you are around. Yet today, he is feeling his enthusiasm waning out because of the small, curved object in your hand. You are too lost staring at the screen of your cellphone to pay any heed to his footwork.

He sighs and continues for a while, hoping that you'll eventually close your phone and return to watching him perform. And yet, you fail his expectations. Even after the passing of a few minutes, you don't stop.

Agitated by your behaviour, he stops the music and marches towards the couch that you are seated on and you being too engrossed with your phone, fail to notice this. In one swift motion, he snatches the object of your attention and takes a look at whatever you are doing.

Loud moans escape your swollen lips as Hoseok fucks you right against the walls of the studio. You grab onto him with all your might as he pummels into you..

He stops there and chuckles slightly at what he just read. You chuckle right back albeit awkwardly.

“I’m sorry..I just accidentally found this on the net and decided to check..” You speak defensively.

“Ohh..really?” he says, scratching his cheek, “I thought it's an interesting way to..um..to do it and we should try it sometime.”

“Oh.” is all that you can reply in shock.

Jimin

You know that it's already been long since you started dating Park Jimin and that it is too fangirl-ish of you to be still reading fanfiction about him but you can't help yourself. So as your sweet boyfriend is busy practicing his dance moves for the upcoming performance, you sit down on the plush mattresses of your shared bed to enjoy some reading time in seclusion. Your breath hitches at every word that you read and soon you are too lost to even notice the clicking open of the bedroom's door.

Jimin slowly moves his palm along your waist, his fingers finally disappearing beneath the fabric of your panties.

“Please Daddy..” You mumble and that is all it takes for the man to ravage you like the wolf that he is..

Suddenly you feel the presence of your boyfriend's hard chest right behind your back but you dare not look back for you are far too embarrassed. Has he seen what you are reading? Is this the reason behind his silence?

A moment later his hand reaches out and falls upon the curve of your waist from where it glides torturously slowly down south, fingers sliding under the thin fabric of your panties, rubbing your already wet core. He smiles triumphantly when you gasp not just because of his act but also because of the fact that he'sre-enacted the whole scenario that you had been reading. He stops massaging your throbbing clit after a while, resting his head atop your shoulder as he murmurs, “What's the magic word, Princess?”

Your eyes widen slightly when you realise that he isn't actually looking at you but is skimming his gaze over the next few lines of the fanfiction. It's surprising yet equally arousing that he plans on doing exactly what you've been reading just by the use of one line and so you say it, “Please Daddy.”

He smiles evilly before taking your phone and throwing it to the side table. You gasp again when he pushes you flat against the mattress, his hand never leaving your folds. Pumping roughly into your dripping opening, he bites onto your neck and whispers huskily, “You reading such dirty things makes me want to punish you..”

“Then do it.” You offer, glad that he isn't angry about you reading your own boyfriend's fanfictions.

He smirks, “As you wish, babygirl.”and begins kissing along your nape.

Taehyung

When Taehyungshutshis computer to join you at the balcony where you usually setup your canvas for painting, he feels disappointed and confused to not find you there. Looking around the place a bit, he finds you snuggled up on the large sofa, completely consumed by something on your cellphone’s screen.

He smiles at how cute you look wearing nothing but his grey hoodie over your panties. With nimble steps, he reaches behind you in order to give you a scare but then his eyes catch something on your phone's screen..eh hem..not exactly something but his own name. Curiously he begins reading whatever has taken up your interest.

Taehyung forces your cuffed wrists above your head before biting down on your bottom lip, his hands working simultaneously to free your beautiful body of the clothes that have been concealing it. He knows that you love being dominated like this and starts massaging your milky thighs..

“Tae, I can explain..” You mumble out nervously.

To your immense horror, he scowls at you and snatches away your phone. Pressing the lock button, he throws it to the table and plops down on the sofa right next to you.

“Tae liste-”

You aren't spared any moments to justify your actions as he pushes you into his lap, his hardening member pressing against your thigh. He wastes no time in removing the large hoodie from your small frame and gazes directly at you.

“Y/N”, he says in his deep, hoarse voice, “if there are things you want”, he unbuckles his belt and ties it harshly around your thin wrists, “then you can simply ask instead of keeping to yourself about all these fantasies.” He whispers the last bit into your ear, his lips trailing along your face until they find yours and he bites into your bottom lip. Hard. Just like the fanfiction.

You mewl and blush madly when you realise that you're in for a reckoning..

Jungkook

The minute Jungkook walks out of the personal gymnasium at your house, he finds you lost within your cellphone. He smirks as an idea pops into his brain and takes silent steps towards you.

As he is taller than you by several inches, it's easy for him to look down and check what you are doing.

You breath heavily every time Jungkook’s hand lingers across your skin. Even the slightest of his touches to your core, makes you shudder and pine for more.

“You want more, don't you?” He asks, stroking your breasts and you nod like an obedient child.

“Then beg for it.” He commands and you do likewise.

His eyes widen and cheeks tint a light shade of pink when realises what you are reading. However, his smirk returns a minute later as he grabs the phone out of your hand and teasingly flashes it in front of your face.

“Kookie, give it back!” You demand.

He snickers at you. He had always known that you loved exploring new things every once in a while. What he hadn't thought is that you had meant those words in every possible sense.

“Kookie!” You whine again.

“Beg for it.” He quotes the exact words he had said in the fanfiction and your eyes widen in horror.

He has actually read it.

The colour drains from your face and you lower your gaze in embarrassment, licking your lips anxiously.

“You really want this, don't you?” He asks in a serious tone but all you can do is stare at his bare chest and the perfectly-defined abs. Your gaze darkens and you look away shyly.

He puts your phone into his pocket as he approaches you, his arms coming down to rest at your hips. “Come on Y/N, beg for it.”

A/N: I really need some holy water right now O_O

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Namjoon

You jumped into the arms of your lovingboyfriend the minute he stepped inside the house. Namjoon just chuckled and peckedyour lips. But when he felt you wrapping your legs around his torso, grindingyour core against him, his member instantly began reacting and he groaned.

“Has my baby been waiting for me to play?”He muttered huskily in your ear and you nodded happily.

He patted your butt and began biting along yourneck, making you moan and rub your heated centre over his hardening tool. Youreyes closed in rapture and just as you began relaxing more, his tongue lingeredacross your shoulder. Immediately, you shuddered and toppled out of his armsonto the cold floor.

“Hehe” You giggled in embarrassment, “Ittickled when you touched there.”

He scratched his head awkwardly, not surewhat to do.

Seokjin

You and Jin were engaged in a pretty heatedmake-out session, his fingers digging into the softness of your thighs. Slowly,you glided your arms around his neck, arching your back more towards him.Instinctively his hands snaked-up towards your legs but just as they brushedthe sides of your waist, you whimpered. The motion of his lips against yoursstopped and he pulled back to look at you.

“Is that..?” He questioned, wiggling hisbrows mischievously.

Terrified of his expression, you rapidlyshook your head. “Nope! Not at all!”

“Yep! It is.” He said, brushing his fingersalong the side of your waist, making you shiver and squeal.

And just as your body’s response confirmedhis suspicions, he smirked evilly to ensue his tickling torture, forgettingabout the kissing altogether.

Yoongi

You were pushed against the wall as Yoongibegan undoing the buttons of your shirt. He had been working all day and aftera whole day of labour, ravaging you was the best way for him to relax andunwind.

As he dragged you along with him and pushedyou onto the plush mattresses of the bed, he captured your lips with his. Hishands roamed all over your form, tingling every bit that he touched. And justas you closed your eyes and moaned into the kiss, hands gripping the ends ofhis silky locks, you jumped.

“What?!” He groaned at being interrupted inthe midst of such a heated moment. But you just pushed him off of yourself and foldedyour legs into a sitting position. Somewhere during your make-out session hehad accidentally touched the underside of your feet, making you flinch becauseof the ticklish skin.

“Um..sorry?” You scratched your cheeksheepishly.

“Sorry?!” He whined and narrowed his eyeslike an angry, little kitty.

You giggled at his behaviour and poked yourfingers randomly into his torso. “Oh come on, Yoongs.” You cooed, continuing topoke him as he tried to pry your hands away from him. “Everyone has a ticklespot somewhere.”

When he shook his head in disagreement, youwiggled your fingers along his navel, making him shiver. A victorious smirkcurved upon your lips as you spoke, “Evenyou.”

Hoseok

Hoseok pulled you into his lap the minutehe returned from his dance practice, hungry for a taste of you. He began undoingyour shirt, his lips kissing along your skin. You coiled all of a sudden when hishand touched the mid of your back. He stopped to flash you one of his quirkedbrows.

“Sorry I’m just a little ticklish there.”You explained.

He simply nodded and went back to his taskof discarding your clothes, not at all making any comments about you beingticklish. And as he slid your skirt down to the floor and pulled you flushagainst himself, his lips moved to your ears.

“Being ticklish won’t save you from this.”He whispered as he bit onto your bottom lip for an open-mouthed kiss, making youcomply obediently.

Jimin

You crawled on top of Jimin the minute helaid down on the bed because that is how he likes it— you on top of him, ridinghim like a good girl. His hands immediately reached for your milky thighs and ablush crept upon your cheeks as his fingers began massaging the soft skin. You’vealready been intimate with him a few times but every time he touches your legs, yourheart starts racing.

“Your legs are so pretty, babygirl.” Hesaid, palms beginning to caress along the back of your legs.“But they look evenprettier when you’re on top of me.”

And just as his palms brushed over yourcalves, you shivered and tried fidgeting off of his grasp.

“Ohh Chubs, are you ticklish there?”Heasked, a hint of excitement in his brown irises and you simply nodded shyly.

Jimin gently pushed you off himself andreached for his cellphone at the side table. You watched as he swiped his thumbacross the screen a few times before focusing it on you.Crawling back closer toyou, he brought out his remaining free hand and began to stroke your calf in aslow motion, making you jitter and giggle slightly.

“Wait!” You said, your hand reaching forhis phone, “You’re recording this, aren’t you?”

He chuckled cutely and raised the phonehigher, “Ofcourse I am! You’re so cute!”

Taehyung

You moaned as Taehyung pushed you into thecouch, crawling on top of you. From the top of your forehead, he kissed everyinch of your skin, his hands fumbling impatiently with the straps of yourdress. You helped him out of his shirt as he managed to remove your dress andbegan trailing kisses along your chest. You moaned louder when he startednibbling on certain portions and slowly turned you over so you laid flat onyour stomach. His arms came to rest around your slender waist and his headdipped in for a taste of your back. He nipped at the skin of your shoulders,his teeth slowly reaching for your neck. And just as his lips made contact withyour nape, you jolted.

“Oh no!” Taehyung stood up and stared atyour nape as he asked, “Are you alright, Jagi-ah? Did I hurt you?”

You turned around underneath him andencircled him within your arms. The fear was evident in his eyes so you smiledat him in assurance. “It’s nothing, Tae. It’s just my tickle spot.”

“Are you sure?” He asked adorably, his eyesgetting bigger in anticipation.

You giggled at his innocent behaviour evenin the midst of doing something so promiscuous. “Yes, I’m sure.”

He nodded and smiled, bending his head tokiss your lips.

Jungkook

You found your boyfriend lost in his gameagain. Overwatch, was it? Jungkook loves that game and he doesn’t like beingdisturbed yet you still approached him, hoping to gain his attention.Standingbehind his chair, you smoothened your arms across his chest and planted achaste kiss on his neck. He sighed, slightly annoyed by your intrusion but whenhe turned back to meet your pouted lips, he paused his game and pulled you intohis lap.

“I’ll have to punish you for this.” Hesaid, his arms tightening around your thin waist. You smiled naughtily inresponse and he pulled at the centre of your top, literally ripping it in half. Hedelved his head eagerly into your awaiting chest, kissing and licking along apath from your neck all the way to the valley between your breasts. Your breathhitched, not because of his lingering touches but because of the weirdsensation that coursed through your form.

His lips touched your mid again and thistime, you actually pushed him back.

“What the fuck!?” He glared in irritation.

“It tickles there.” You reasoned, strokingthe sensitive skin to ease yourself.

“Seriously!” This time he pouted inannoyance and forced you off his lap, biting the inside of his cheek as heresumed his game. Great! He had finally chosen you over his game and yourticklish skin spoiled it all. Now you’ll have to go through the trouble of dealingwith his childish tantrums for most of the day, waiting for him to forgive you.

A/N: Hope it was upto your expectations..:3And I hope you send in more such requests :D

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Your boyfriend’s staring however comes to an end with the arrival of the waiter, who immediately gains your attention. Maybe it’s his polite tone? Or maybe his warm gaze? Or maybe it’s the way his palm tenderly brushes against yours whilst passing you the menu? Or simply his apology for accidentally making contact with your skin? You have no idea why but this unknown guy catches your eye. And it is only as he takes your order and leaves after flashing you a gentle smile that you realise his etiquettes are the reason for you liking him. You return the man’s soft smile as he departs, completely oblivious of the frown marring your lover’s face.

Jimin knows that even after years of tough life experiences, you are still naïve. Unlike him, you are unable to read through a person’s actual character when you look at them. And this is exactly why you accepted the waiter’s harmless flirting as nothing more than genuine behaviour of an employee towards their customer. You really don’t understand.

Passing a hand through his silver hair, he sighs when you finally glance at him, worry ebbing in your whole form.

“Are you alright?” you ask to which he covers-up his pout and answers with an affirmative nod.

The night continues without any further issues, you and Jimin enjoying your small talks and passionate eye-contacts. To his utter dismay though, your food arrives and it’s the same man from before who comes in with your order. The man makes sure to pass you sneaky glances right in front of your already agitated boyfriend. Jimin tries his best ignoring the guy’s wandering eyes but then, right as the guy is about to leave, Jimin catches the waiter’s eyes drifting down. More specifically, drifting down towards the smooth skin of your legs that are on full display to everyone because of the front slit in your dress.

The waiter finally leaves, passing you another smile as he walks away. You return the sweet gesture but just as you are about to begin eating, your big, gleeful eyes meet the narrowing ones of your boyfriend. His dark irises flash a look that you haven’t ever witnessed upon his handsome features and it puts you slightly on edge.

It’s not simply about jealousy because ofcourse Jimin is feeling jealous. It’s only natural for every guy to feel this way and act all possessive over their girl. But there’s something about your innocence..your gullibility that turns him on..makes him want to take you right at the moment, urges him to make love to you in the most ardent of ways, to remind you that you aren’t supposed to smile this nicely at anyone else but him.

He watches you watching him, his dark gaze fixated upon your befuddled face. But instead of clearing your confusion, he simply eats and watches. And with every bite that he takes, every lick that he makes, makes you feel weirdly tingly. Unconsciously your legs close tightly together and you rub your thighs, his eyes making you feel things that you shouldn’t whilst sitting in a public spot surrounded by so many high class personalities. But you can’t help yourself. To a normal passerby, it’s nothing more than a boyfriend staring lovingly at his cute girlfriend. To you, it’s entirely different. It’s as if he isn’t simply feeding his empty stomach but also his pent-up desires that he conceals behind his blank yet fierce gaze.

The whole night goes smoothly except for your boyfriend’s unnerving stare. As you arrive home and begin skipping towards your shared bedroom to avoid any further intimidation by him, Jimin grabs a hold of your wrist. You turn your head and raise an eyebrow in confusion at his suddenly daunting behaviour.

“Get inside the bedroom.” He commands,his voice soft yet dominant. And you do exactly as he asks, him following you right behind.

“Sit on the bed and open your legs.” You are astonished by this order and yet you hesitantly comply because something tells you that disobeying him will land you in an extremely scary situation.

“Wider.” He adds in a much lower tone now.

You stare at him, bewildered by his words. He has never been this demanding. There is something unusual about him tonight. You feel as if you have offended him somehow yet you aren’t able to grasp how or why. Jimin passes a hand through his hair and takes a step closer to the bed, closer to you. You shiver instinctively when he bends before you on his knees. And before you can even comprehend, his palms snake  around your milky thighs through the and he forces your legs wider apart, your dress crumpling upwards unevenly.

“Jim-”

The words die down on your lips, turning into a loud, strangled moan as he begins rubbing your clit through your panties. His fingers are slick against the thin fabric, making both of you aware of how wet you already are. How wet you have been ever since he gave you that stare at the restaurant. Your breathing turns ragged as he stops midway to remove the tiny article of clothing and have a look down there, an amused smirk forming upon his plump lips. He presses his index finger at your opening and again, begins rubbing your overly sensitive clit. Your eyes close and you relax in hopes of enjoying his ministrations, sweat creasing around your forehead.

“Jihhh…”

You try speaking however, you are unable to form any coherent words when you feel his finger stop. He replaces it with his mouth instead, pecking your clit before jamming his tongue deep within your folds. Your vision blurs and your whole form turns stoic as no one’s mouth has ever touched you there. The sensation is entirely new to you. Still, your unresponsiveness doesn’t faze Jimin as begins licking your slit from the bottom all the way till he reaches the top.

The sweet,caring part of him urges him to go easy on you but he doesn’t want to. Your innocence hasbeen a huge turn on a lot of times and he finally wants to let it out. He wantsto release all this clogging tension and frustration through this because thethrill of making you experience something new, the thrill of pleasing you tothe best of his limits is one thought that overpowers all the others.

He beginsslurping and sucking your little bud into his mouth, heat pooling not justbetween your legs but all over your excited form. His hands stop massaging yourcreamy thighs and he helps your legs slide forward over his shoulders to gainbetter access to your core. His chocolate-brown orbs capture your eyes in adark, intimate stare as he continues lapping your wetness. Your grip on the silksheets tightens as you gaze back at him equally intently, your knuckles turning white as you feel your orgasm approachingfast. He senses it too as he begins alternating between licking and sucking,fingering you every once in a while. And within moments, you come undoneaccompanied by a loud, strained moan. Although his tongue stops, he keeps thrustinghis fingers in and out in a lazy rhythm, making you tremble and spurt out again.

Jimin stares upat your heaving form, satisfied by the dazed expression in your eyes. He lovesyou. He loves you so much. He loves the fact that men like that waiter willonly be able to ogle at you from a distance because you belong solely to him.

Lifting yourlegs off of his shoulders, he shifts you back on the bed. You just glanceconfusedly at him, too tired to question his actions due to the aftereffects ofsuch a strong release.

“I’ve only hadmy starters, babe.” He says looming over you, “I’m stillhungry for the main course.”

A/N: Whew 😅 I’ve never written an oral sex scenebefore. I know it wasn’t all that rough but I still hope it was good enough, dear anon ♡

Part 2 anyone?I’ll write a part 2 for this if you guys request for it via comments or asks..;3

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Instinctively, you sink further into the bench, wishing for it to swallow you whole because you can still feel it— his sharp gaze fixated upon your form, the smirk never leaving his face, a silent reminder of what happened last week.The memory is still fresh in your mind— a very vivid memory of him ploughing into you like a hound, aggressive and strong. No matter how many times you blink your eyes shut to rid yourself of the vision, it doesn't leave. It keeps coming back along with all the sounds you made and all the sensations you felt whilst writhing in ecstasy underneath him as you both rode your orgasm.

“That's Park Jimin. Never catch his eye. He's nothing but trouble.” Your friend had specifically told you during the second week since you joined.

That's Park Jimin.

Park Jimin.

Trouble.

Trouble.

Trouble.

The words keep echoing in your head for it was merely minutes after those words were uttered that you had accidentally bumped into him. He had been kind enough to help you up and like every other girl, you felt touched by the act of chivalry. What you didn't realise was that you had unintentionally caught his attention in that moment. And after that one random time, your encounters with him increased. From simple exchange of glances during the lectures to brushing of hands in the corridors, everything began happening way too much to be taken as coincidences.

“Don't look back.” Your friend had said to you every time he glanced or smiled at you. Yet you did. You returned all of his flirty gestures with innocent blushes and shy smiles.

And then came that fateful night— the night that you attended your very first college party. Somehow you lost your friend in the crowd of all those wild students. Somehow Jimin chanced upon you at that very moment. And from there, all it took him was a small talk accompanied by a few shots of the alcoholic cocktails to get you in bed, gasping beneath him (just as he had wanted).

A sigh escapes your trembling lips as you try to shake the memory out of your head and focus on calculus instead. To your utter dismay, a shuffling of feet is heard and as you tilt your head up from the book, you find Park Jimin walking towards you, that triumphant smirk ever present on his face.

Adrenaline kicks in at this very instant. You grab your books with one hand whilst the other you use to sling your bag to your shoulder and dash out of the classroom, right past him.

A feeling of nausea engulfs your thin form as you lurch out the contents of your stomach into the girls' washroom. Heavy sobs make your shoulders shudder, endless tears staining the porcelain skin of your cheeks. You didn't ask for this. You didn't want any of this. You were supposed to enrol in this college and study throughout for a proper career. Yet somehow, you ended up sleeping with one of the most infamous guys in your year and landed yourself into this pathetic predicament. It's not that you are disgusted by the prospect of carrying a child at such a young age, it's just that you are afraid of all the changes that will occur in your life because of this unborn being.

You splash water over your pale face and the door to the washroom opens at the same time. It's your friend. She looks at you as if she can look right into your soul, her brows furrowing.

“Y/N..”

“I'm scared.” Your eyes widen as you admit this in words, fresh tears now streaming down your eyelids.

You are pulled into a soft, comforting hug as your friend begins stroking your hair. “If it's hurting you so much, why don't you just let go of this..why don't you just take an abortion?” She suggests without any malicious intent for the child.

You smile a sad smile at her. Had it been this easy, you'd have done it already instead of sobbing and shedding tears.

“It's not this simple.” You tell her with a shake of your head, “This little life is a part of my own self. I've grown attached to it.” You wipe the tears off your face as you speak this. “Besides, it's not this baby's fault.”

She sighs in understanding. “Then..you must atleast tell him.” She states, squeezing your shoulder gently in assurance and you nod your head in agreement even though you know that you never will.

Fortunately, you manage to pass the whole day without running into any problems and dash out the college the minute your last class gets over. There's no need for you to turn and check because you are sure that a lot of eyes are watching your movements. They always do. They've been doing it for a week now ever since that ominous night.

A small smile forms on your lips the instant you step out of the main gates, away from all the mocking stares only to be pulled to the side by someone.As soon as you catch sight of a mess of blonde hair, you try to free your wrist from the person's grip but they don't even flinch.

“Please Jimin-”

He raises his hand to stop you and questions you instead, “What's wrong with you?”

The timid look in your eyes vanishes instantly and you narrow your gaze at him. How can he? No. How dare he!? After everything that has transpired between the two of you, he has the audacity to ask such a thing!?

“What's wrong with me? ME?” You ask, pointing an index finger at yourself.

“What's wrong with you?” You shout in his face, poking a finger into his chest, “Going around fucking a new girl every week and then leaving her just like that because no one questions you! No one ever questions Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung's actions!”

“I have no idea what you're talking about!” He says, a look of confusion flashing in his mesmerizing brown eyes. “You're acting as if I’m some kind of a jerk fuckboy and-”

“Well because that is exactly what you are!” You shout in his face, squaring up your shoulders.

“oh well I think I'm not!” He creases his brows in annoyance, staring down at you.

“I’M PREGNANT!” You yell out in panic, tears now brimming your eyes as you look directly at him.

It takes a moment for you to understand but when you do, your eyes widen in horror. To angrily yell at someone is one thing. But to let your tongue slip in the midst of your raging emotions is plain stupid.

Contrary to you, his eyes narrow slightly at your odd argumentative response and he asks, “What?”

It's funny how just hours ago you had fake-promised your bestfriend that you'd tell him. And even though a part of you still doesn't want to, you know that he deserves to be told. “I’m pregnant, Jimin.” You repeat the words, letting them sink deep into his mind and yours as well.

His eyes widen now and he steps back shakily, passing a hand through his hair. “Y/N..I..” He finds himself dumfounded at such a revelation amidst an argument.

“..and it's yours.” You add in a hushed tone, defeating the remaining bits of his doubts.

He nods his head absentmindedly, his brain too busy comprehending what you just confessed. The whole night came back to his memories like wildfire— him finding you all by yourself at the party, him offering you a few drinks, him guiding you towards an empty room at the place, the keyword being him. He admits that he found a chance and exploited it but he had never meant to take advantage of you. He just wanted to get close to you. He has been wanting to ever since you bumped into him that day and he even made sure to drop a lot of hints. Though he had never expected his simple crushing to lead you into a pregnancy.

Panic takes over his semblance and he begins rambling, “I’m so sorry, Y/N. Did you tell your parents? Are you alright? Do you-”

You raise a hand at his face, signalling him to stop. “It's alright. You don't need to be kind to me just because it's your child.”

“No. You're taking it offensively. I’m not-”

You interrupt him yet again, “I said it's alright. You're not the only one at fault. I should've thought before spreading my legs for you-”

“Stop right there.” He warns, placing his palm over your lips. He's okay with you demeaning him for things he had never intended to happen but he's completely against you talking about your own self in such a vulgar manner. Ofcourse he knows that he isn't the only one who let it happen. Both of you are equally responsible in this matter. But that doesn't give you the right to degrade your own self especially when you are in fact a really good person in his eyes.

As he can notice how sensitive you've become over everything, which he's guessing is the effect of the pregnancy, he tries to approach the situation as politely as humanely possible for him. “You've been avoiding me. Why?” He asks the one thing that has been bugging him the whole week.

From what Jimin can recall, you both shared a long night full of passionate love-making and slept in each-other's arms right afterwards. He had savoured every moment of it, made sure to keep his eyes on you so that he could capture and store how beautiful you looked molded together with him. But the very next morning when he woke up, he felt no presence next to him. How he had wished you were there so he could hold you close in those comforting wee hours of dawn but you had already left him.

Left. With a lot of questions and doubts.

“Tell me Y/N, why did you leave?” He asks again, now slightly agitated by the memory.

“When?” You ask, acting oblivious.

“You know exactly when!” He yells, a new emotion stirring within his brown orbs.

“I..” You stare dubiously at nothing in particular, his intense gaze awaiting an explanation. “..because I was told that is how you do things.” You answer, using as little words as possible.

“Do things?” He narrows his gaze on your lowered eyelids, urging a more detailed explanation.

“Things like..how you don't do relationships but only one-night stands. You and your friend Taehyung.” You mumble out the exact rumours that you've heard from your bestfriend and half of the college.

He lowers his head and sighs, staring at his feet. “So it's about this? I see..” He nods to himself. Taehyung has told him many times about a few rumours circulating around the college, all of which point at them using women for fun. Unlike being worried like his bestfriend, Jimin has been brushing them off because he believes that people who know him will never think of him this way.

“So you chose to have more faith inwhat other's havesaid and you never thought about directly addressing the topic to me?” His eyes are teary and full of disappointment when he looks back up at you. It's really disheartening because he likes you..he likes you so damn much but apparently, you don't see him for anything more than just another popular guy who's into no-strings attached kind of bonds.

“..that night..” he begins to speak again since it doesn't seem like you want to, “..that night I had actually had a good time talking to you. I was honest with every word that was spilled out from my lips and yet..you've spoiled it for me..for us..”

You feel yourself being weighed down into the ground.

“Jimin I..I didn't know.” You try to reason and he laughs mockingly at you.

“You didn't know? You didn't know what? That I'm nothing like the rumours you heard about me? Or that I actually like you?” He asks, a tear now rolling down his cheek.

He scoffs darkly before wiping his eyes and looking straight at you. “You know what hurts? That even after all those meaningful eye-contacts, the conversation we had that night and..everything else that happened, you still didn't trust me. That someone I thought of as a good person actually chose to believe more in some stupid,conjured-up rumours about my character instead of directly confronting me..” He points at himself, hurt replaced by anger, “..and you know what hurts the most, Y/N?!”

You look-up to meet his blazing eyes and he bites his quivering lip as he speaks,“..that I still want you...”

Guilt jabs at your heart. You lift a hand and weakly place it on that rapidly beating muscle underneath your chest. It's ridiculous how you've been victimising yourself since the beginning when in fact you are the bad guy in this situation. He has spoken nothing but absolute truth. From the day he bumped into you, you played along with his flirtatious behaviour just because you yourself were enjoying it. You let him on, made him believe that he was actually getting somewhere, that he was really managing to win your heart when in reality you were simply doing it on a whim. You were getting the undivided attention of one of the heartthrobs of the college and you were enjoying being wooed by him. You were too lost in the thrill of it all that you failed to notice how you hurt him when you left him that morning without even so much as an amiable goodbye.

Tears begin flowing down your eyes as your memories remind you of today's events. What you had assumed to be an evil smirk was actually him giving you a genuine smile. He wasn't acting proud about anything. And no, he wasn't taunting you when he walked towards your seat. He was trying to solve this matter just like he has been since the past seven days. Yet you chose to support your preconceived notions and ignore him.

You are in the wrong. Yes you definitely are but you also have your reasons. It may not be his first time getting to know a girl but it certainly has been your first. There were many a times when you had simply wanted to believe in him and give it a try. But all those floating rumours and your own insecurities, lowered your little ounce of confidence even further. For a guy like Jimin to fall for you, is something that you've only witnessed in fiction, not the real world. So yeah..your own fears didn't allow you to give him a chance.

“I’m sorry, Jimin. I’m really sorry that I left you cause I like you too.” You admit, feeling like the dumbest person around, “That morning..I didn't want to leave but I was so scared that you might never accept a girl like me that I..”

You wipe your face and keep your gaze fixated on the ground, unable to meet his eyes, “..and then two days later, I found out about..” You stroke your stomach, indicating about the child that you are carrying. A long sigh leaves your lips as you continue on, “And that's when I began feeling it..”

His eyes narrow again, “Feeling? Feeling what?”

“Their eyes..” You answer, “Everyone's eyes on me. It's like they all know. They kept- they keep staring at me like they are judging me..like I’m this damned slu-”

He stops your words yet another time now, his palm once again placed over your lips.

“Don't you dare use that word.” He commands with a shake of his head, “Your actions may have hurt me but that doesn't give anyone including yourself the right to disrespect you.”

Your eyes widen, tears endlessly streaming down your cheeks. You feel like the most horrible person in this world. Park Jimin is nothing like how your friend or your college's other students had described him. If anything, he is the epitome of an angel. He is hurt because of your insecurities and yet, he is kind enough to say such a thing to you. His attractive looks and popularity may give off the vibe of that dishonest, arrogant, fuckboy but he isn't. He is a rare specimen of one those imperfectly perfect fictional men whom every woman dreams of.

“I..how can you?” You ask in between sobs, “How can you say such nice things even after what I did to you..even after how I made you feel?”

He smiles slightly, licking his lips before he speaks, “I can be so kind because you are a good person even after what you did.”

You stare at him in awe. Is he even real?

“Plus,” he adds, pressing his lips together to form a pout, “You just confessed that you like me.”

A soft giggle escapes your lips and you shake your head in disbelief. He giggles right back and quirks his brows. “What? I didn't drag you to the sidewalk to argue with you. I had grabbed your wrist a few minutes ago in hopes of making peace with you.”

You look up at him, shock evident in your watery eyes, “Jimin I..I don't understand..”

“Uh..,” He begins, stepping closer to you, reaching his palm-out to lay it flat against your stomach, “Y/N, I think we need a fresh start. I like you and you like me as well. So how about we both give this baby of ours a good life.”

Tears slide down your eyelids again and you sob out, “You-You don't want me to take an abortion?”

Mistakes may have happened between the two of you. You may not have gotten a proper start but this doesn't mean that you both should give-up so easily and spoil everything for this innocent life growing in your womb. Jimin wants to prove that he isn't what this college thinks of him and his friend. He wants to prove that second chances are rewarded for a reason. So what if you both fucked it up (literally) on your first time. You two can still attempt to accept each-other and get it right this time.

He shakes his head in negation in response to your query and starts gently stroking your womb that hasn't swelled-up yet. “Y/N, let's forgive and forget. And restart.” He suggests firmly.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He asks in a tone as sincere as his gaze.

You fidget your fingers anxiously as you stare deep into his eyes “Are you sure you want this?” You ask, gesturing in-between you two.

He sighs then and smiles, this time a much brighter smile, “What did I say awhile ago? I still want you..And I always will.” He affirms sweetly, pulling your smaller palms into his own.

“So Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” He repeats his proposal and this time, you don't hold back because of any false rumours or your dark insecurities. This time you nod your head eagerly at him, your own lips curving up into a beautiful smile. He takes the sign and moves forward, sealing his lips with yours in a promise of forever..

A/N: So yeah..please forgive me if it's too cheesy. Or if it's not cheesy enough. I tried my best. Hope its up to your expectations..:3

And I know Jimin didn’t exactly propose for marriage but believe they had a happy ending. I can write a short sequel if anyone asks..:3

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He licks his lips, aroused even more by your obedient behaviour. His palm reaches-out and he grips your face, turning it slightly so you can look at his dark expression. “Then explain, Kitten.”

“Because I-uhnnn” You moan as you feel his fingers rub your clit, your words coming out in a barely audible, breathy tone, “I..I was being a naughty girl.”

He presses a finger into your opening, his eyes never leaving yours,”And Babygirl, what is the price you pay for being naughty?”

“I get..punished, Daddy.” You answer, unable to focus on him as you feel his index finger pleasuring your core, your legs closing around his hand of their own accord.

Immediately you feel the sting of a hard slap across your butt. And you know exactly why. Whenever he is punishing you, you aren’t supposed to take actions on your own. You must silently enjoy the pleasure and let him hold the reigns throughout the time.

When you first encountered Jimin, he didn’t strike you as one of those men with dark interests. It was only after being in a relationship with him for three months that you learnt about his ‘Daddy Kink’. He himself requested you to try this during one of your moments of love-making. And soon after, you realised how much you enjoyed experiencing this controlling side of his, how much you loved submitting yourself to him. He is gentle almost all the time but if you sexually stir his emotions too much then you get to witness and experience this rare side of him. He is a very domineering person. He may carry himself in a way that people can only describe as nothing less than an angel but even then, he has this power about him. His whole persona even though soft, proves to be very dominant.

Suddenly, he pulls his finger out and licks it clean, his gaze even more intense than before. He releases your face so you can nestle it back on the soft mattress. But right when you begin relaxing from your agitated state, a sharp smack comes across your right cheek. You gasp when you feel another on your left cheek. You shut your eyes tight, fingers clutching the bedsheet in a death-grip. He knows how much spanking excites you, which is exactly why he is doing this. He always stimulates you to the point of a release and then leaves you right there on the verge. And you love it. You approve of his unrelenting treatment.

The spankings came to a halt at 10 but you dare not recline for you know that this is just the beginning of your punishment. As if on cue, his hands snake up your waist, stopping at your ample breasts and he gives each one a rough squeeze.

“Mmmm..Jih..minnn..” You moan out in ecstacy. Much to your disappointment, he stops.

“Babygirl, what are you supposed to call me?” He grits out as he begins undoing his clothes.

You know how much he dislikes you not addressing him with the proper titles and so, you apologise like a good girl, “S-Sorry Daddy. I got carried away.”

“Carried away huh?” he speaks and you meekly take a peek only to find him stark naked, his angry member held tightly in his palm. “You got carried away in the midst of your punishment. What a bad, little girl you are.” He mutters in his deep, satoori accent that turns you on even more.

Before you can comprehend his next action, he enters you agonisingly slowly but pulls out annoyingly fast. And he does it again and again and again. His strokes are lazy everytime his shaft fills your hole but just as your walls begin clenching around him, he pulls out. He doesn’t allow you to relish in the strokes. There are times when you want to act adamant and endure his torture but it is obvious to the both of you that you can never win over him. Deep down you know that you want him to screw you like a horny little bitch that you are.

A whimper of dicontentment escapes your lips and he ceases his movements, his fingers replacing his hard prick. “Something wrong, Babygirl?” he asks, his lips curving upwards into a smug, knowing smirk.

“Hnnnngghh..plea..se..” You mumble out as he fingers you languidly.

“Please what, Babygirl?” He teases, a third finger invading your hole.

You know that in this moment you look like a desperate bitch in heat but you can’t help it. You want a release. You are aching for it and so, you give in without any fight.

“Please..please Daddy, punish me! Fuck me!!” You scream out in frustration.

It seems as if these are the only words he had been waiting to hear. He smiles victoriously before complying to your request and rams his stiff shaft into you. You gasp loudly in satisfaction as he slams deep into your core.He begins pounding into you at a merciless pace, his palms lifting your ass off the bed for better penetration. You feel tears brim your eyelids as he continuously jams into you, a mixture of pain and pleasure clouding all other senses. Amidst these harsh thrusts, you scream, a powerful orgasm hitting you. But Jimin doesn’t stop there. He pulls out of your leaking core and turns your body, making you finally face him.

You closed your eyelids, still not over the effect of the orgasm. But without any fore-warning, Jimin grabs your head by your hair and forces his cock into your mouth. He fucks your face mercilessly until he reaches his own orgasm and spurts his load into your mouth. You swallow every bit of the warm liquid and smile weakly at him.

His demeanor changes in that instant, that dark look of control disappearing as if it was never there. He releases your head, making it hit the mattress. “Oh God! Did I hurt you?” he asks like he always does after each of your punishments and you smile again, answering only with a shake of your head. This is the reason you fell for him. He may act all dominating in bed but that doesn’t change the way he feels for you. At the end of the day, he loves you just as much you love him.

“Are you sure?” He asks worriedly, his palm cradling your face. You respond with another nod of assurance.

He sighs in relief as he pecks your lips,”I’m glad, Babygirl.”

A/N: I hope you liked this. Please forgive all my mistakes. I’m still new to this :3

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Jungkook exchanges a side-glance with you,wordlessly trying to express his confusion. But you are just as oblivious ashim and so, you simply shrug in response.

“Calm down, Tae.” interrupts the soothingvoice of Park Jimin, “Kookie’s just asking her out.”

Thankfully, the taller man’s muscles loosenslightly and he turns to Jimin, wrapping a protective arm around yourshoulders.

“Well he should not. Afterall, he’s twoyears younger than her.” the brown-haired man says, his words sounding childishto the three of you.

An awkward silence begins to sway in,trying to engulf you lot and Jungkook’s mocking laugh is what breaks it. “So mebeing younger than her is an issue but you treating her like a possession isfine?” the maknae asks, tonguing his cheek inwardly in annoyance.

Taehyung takes a step forward but before thissituation can take an aggressive turn, you stop him. The moment you place yourpalm on his shoulder, he looks back at you questioningly. But instead of sayinganything to him, you speak to the youngest amongst you. “Kookie, I’ll thinkabout your proposal.”

“Wh-”

Before your childhood friend can evenproperly express his displeasure at your response to the maknae, you grab himby the arm and start walking, flashing only a reassuring smile to Jimin as youleave.

Taehyung watches the furrowing of your browsas you drag him towards your shared apartment. It’s always been like this. Yousmiling at other men and him, threatening them. He knows that it’s veryjuvenile of him to behave this way but he has always loved you more than just abest friend. To be clear, he doesn’t think of you as a possession.He cherishesyou so much that the prospect of having to share you with some other guy whoisn’t him feels wrong. And so, his alpha traitskick in, instinctively making him all hormonal and possessive.He has triedmoving on so many times but the trials have only made his condition miserable..madehim realise that there just cannot be another for him. Either it’s you ormelancholy for the rest of his life.

He has always wanted more. Thus, ratherthan trying to move on, he started dropping subtle hints so you’d collect andconclude his feelings. The only problem is you didn’t. You still don’t. You are never able to catch on, considering eventhe most intimate of his actions as either platonic or cute.

But there’s only so much that he canhandle. And the choking sensation in his gut tells him that he can’t takethis..not anymore…

He stops abruptly in the midst of the busystreet, some ongoing people shooting irritated glances your way. But Taehyungsimply ignores them, shaking his arm out of your hold, only to wrap his own palmaround your wrist. The action feels so right in his head, your hands heldtogether and he smiles faintly before tightening his grip and dragging you to the apartment instead.

You protest a few times yet he pays no heedto your whiny tone. He is determined to make his feelings come across today.

.

.

When you finally reach the home, you angrilyshove him back, making him release your wrist. His eyes widen but then go backto stone-cold like before.

“What the hell, Tae!? Couldn’t you see? Youwere hurting me!” You yell at him.

“This,” he says grabbing your wrist againand squeezes it hard, “this pain is nothing compared to this one.” He ends, directinghis free hand towards his heart, where he clutches his shirt in a tight hold.

You stare dubiously at him. The Tae thatyou’ve grown up with never talks like this. He has always been kind and gentle.Yet right now, he’s so rapacious that it’s frightening you.

“Tae, I don’t..understand.” You say thefirst thought that comes into your mind even though you have an inkling of whathe’s getting at.

He sighs wistfully and shakes his head.Then he let’s go of your wrist, his long fingers trailing down the nuance of yoursides, stopping to rest at your hips. All of a sudden he pulls you closer, yourfaces only inches apart. His nostrils flare as he exhales deeply and before youcan anticipate what’s happening, his thin lips capture yours. The kiss isintense, overwhelming you with a myriad of emotions, arising that tinglysensation of butterflies in your stomach.

And just as you start melting into histouch, he pulls back slowly, tilting his forehead over yours. “Now do youunderstand?” He asks.

You blush like a 16-year old from one ofthose teen romance novels, unable to meet his fond gaze.

“You’re mine.”He says, his deep voice making the words sink into your memory.

“I hate it when a guy smiles at you and youreturn it.” He confesses boldly, kissing your lips again.

“I hate it when men stare at theimpeccable, exposed skin of your neck.” He says against your lips, his owntravelling down to plant open-mouthed kisses along your jaw as he tugs at yourtop slightly, pulling it down until it reveals your shoulder. He continueskissing your skin, leaving bold, lasting marks and without even questioning hisactions, you let him. Involuntarily, your hands reach-up to tangle in his silkybrown locks, the green highlights gleaming under the faint lighting in theroom.You savour the moments, soft encouraging noises escaping your traitorous lipseven when you bite on them to keep your mouth shut.

“And whenever you parade around ourapartment in your short shorts..” hetakes a deep breath to calm himself, “God Y/N, I hate it! I hate that you’reliving right under the same roof as me, teasing me without even realising it.”His lips find yours again and he presses them hard. You didn’t know you havesuch a strong effect on him.

“I hate..” he parts your lips forcefullywith his tongue, “..that even after being so close to you I’m unable to touchyou the way I want to..unable to love you the way I yearn to..”

His lips finally leave yours,coming to ahalt at the edge of your shoulder and he presses his nose into your warm skin,taking a whiff of your scent, the smell of lavender easing his form. You feelhis big palms crawl beneath the material of your top, stroking circles on thesmooth skin of your flat belly.

“Now do you understand?” He asks again hopefullyand you nod shyly, unable to meet his eyes after receiving so many unexpected,rough kisses, even leaving hickeys in the heat of the moment.

He likes the way you lower your lashes anda smile curves upon his lips. “You’re mine.”He repeats yet again, a hint of possessiveness in his tone.

“I-I am yours.” You reply, yourselfsurprised at your response.

Pleased by your words, he kisses you again,this time his tongue ravaging your mouth, claiming what’s his and you feel yourselfreturning the gesture, your arms slowly wrapping around his neck. You realisethat you’ve always felt this way, wanting him to want you. It’s just that youremotions lay dormant within your insecure heart. Thanks to his fervent actionsfor rupturing those walls you had built around them. You’ve finally acceptedthem.

He breaks the kiss midway, making you groan disapprovingly.You open your eyes that had closed sometime ago of their own accord and starequestioningly at him.

“Reject, Jungkook.” He demands in a serioustone, his eyes gazing directly into yours.

You chuckle at the innocent request and hepouts like a baby. “Okay, Okay. I will.”

His box-smile reappear sand he hugs youtight. “Mine” he says cutely, rubbing his cheek against yours and you chucklefurther at his words, shaking your head in disbelief.

A/N:Gosh I’m sweating right now! This is the first time I’ve written for someonewho isn’t Jimin. I hope it’s not too bad 😅 Please forgive any mistakes.

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Park Jimin stands right there, smiling ascheerfully as ever. It’s not that you hate him or something but that’s exactlywhat your frown is implying. He maybe your classmate but he’s also a member of that notorious gang named BTS alongwith some other school guys. And even though the gang has never been foundguilty of hurting or causing trouble to any innocent students, there are somerumours always circulating around— rumours of them running a drug cartel,rumours of them exporting human organs and more weird stuff like that.

So why exactly does a man like him pays youvisits? Well, to answer it simply: you both are classmates. He lives a floor aboveyours and somehow, he found out that you are also staying in this building allby yourself. Thus, with no fear of being judged or scolded by your parents, heshowed up at your apartment one day. It’s obvious that half of the times hemisses his classes for his “gang stuff”. But Jimin doesn’t simply show up atyour door to ask for notes, he barges right past you into your humble abode justlike he is doing right now. Then, instead of acting like any polite guestsmust, he lounges over your couch, watches some television, ravages yourrefrigerator and even demands you cook him a meal or two like he literally ownsthe place.

“What the fuck!” You poke a finger into hishard chest.

He winks at you, “You know you love me.”

This! This is it! His uncouth behaviour combinedwith his flirty remarks is what pisses you off the most. He has no manners atall. Atleast not when it comes to talking to you.

“I’m staying the night.” He says,discarding his blue, leather jacket on the couch and heading straight towardsyour bedroom to use the bath.

“No! Not today!” You yell, running afterhim.

“Why not?!” he whines slightly and you admit toyourself about how much he looks like an adorable kitty.

“Because I said so!” You reply, crossingyour arms under your bust.

He passes a hand through his hair, concoctingthe best excuse shoot at you so you’ll finally give in and let him stay. Acheesy, boyish smile curves upon his lips when an idea strikes him and he looksdirectly into your eyes, “I like spending my nights with you.”

You cringe at the sappy innuendo and shakeyour head in disbelief. Nope. You’re done with his brazenness. You’ve dealtwith his intrusive presence for long and you’re not going to take it anymore.

“Your bad boy charms won’t work on me.” You state withdistaste.

Realising that his words aren’t going towin over your heart tonight, he sighs in defeat. You miss the way he glanceslongingly at you, a bittersweet expression appearing on his pallor beforediminishing altogether.

“You really want me to go?” He asks, a fainthope still lingering in his query.

“Yes!” You answer sternly, head whipped tothe other side to give-off a dramatic appearance of anger.

With another deep sigh, he motions his feettowards the main doors to your apartment and leaves.

And just like that Park Jimin was gone..

Who knew that that one nightly encounterwill be the last that you’ll see of him. No more were the annoying knocks heardat your door. And even if he didn’t visit, atleast you’d spot him loiteringaround the building. Or occasionally, even in the corridors of your school,where he would casually pin you against the lockers, whispering some cheesy dialogue in your ear just to get on your nerves.

Nothing even remotely close happensanymore. He can’t be seen around anywhere these days. And as much as itshouldn’t bother you, it does because honestly, it’s been a week since you sawhim and it’s worrying you.Pushing him out of your thoughts isn’t an optioneither because the damned blue jacket that he forgot on your couch constantlyreminds you of his absence.

It takes you some time but soon enoughyou come to terms with the fact that you never really hated him, that all alongit was just your own strategic way to conceal how you actually feel for him.Why you chose to keep your feelings to yourself is obvious to everyone. Thewhole school has seen him hanging around you and knows about your emotions.It’s evidently a cliché where the nerdy girl has fallen for the school’s bad boy.In the fictional lands, the bad boy loves her back, always returns her feelings.But this is a rare occurrence in reality. In the real world,the bad boys are justbad. They sleep around with a different woman every night. They don’t have time forsmall things like love and they don’t give a damn about the nerds. Park Jiminonly used to mess around with you to pass his time, nothing more.

Loud banging noises rouse you from yourlight slumber and instinctively, your eyes check the time through the clockplaced at your bedside table.‘01:39’ It reads and your brows narrow as you rubyour eyes, wondering about who’d knock at your door at such an ungodly hour.Pushing aside the warm comforter, you get out of the bed and head out of yourroom to answer whoever it is, praying to the almighty for protection if it is justsome crazy burglar trying to break in.

As you insert the key into the keyhole tounlock the door, fear begins seeping into your form and you pick-up theumbrella, the first object that your eyes fall upon. Slowly you turn the knoband open the door to take a peek outside. To your utter shock, you find the manyou had least expected to meet again— Park Jimin.

Instantly, you pull open the door wider,putting the umbrella away and gaze stupidly at him.

It’s him. It really is him. Park Jimin. Afterbeing missing for an entire week and three days, he is here, standing right infront of you.

“You!” Pointing a slim finger, you stare athim, unable to voice your shock.

“Yeah..I know. Not you again.” He quotes the words you had said to him the lasttime he was here and cocks his head to the side in what you can only describeas dejection.

When you make no attempt at any harshcomebacks, his shoulders deflate in relief and he asks hesitantly, “Can I..CanI please come in?”

Since this is the first time he has askedfor your permission, you let him in. That. And the fact that he looks slightlypale. Only after double checking if you’ve locked the door properly, Jimin lowershis guard. His eyes close as he falters in his steps towards the living room, endingup toppling down, grabbing you along in the process. And as you lay above him,your eyes take in the faint blue of a swiftly developing bruise on the rightside of his jaw.

“Oh my!” You gasp as you sit up, making himhiss in pain.

Immediately you get off of him and help himtowards the couch where you come to notice a huge bloodstain on his shirt. Howyou had failed to notice it earlier, is beyond you.

Jimin complies easily when you ask him totake his shirt off. And even with his chiselled torso on display, you try yourbest to maintain your focus on the long cut at the side of his lower abdomen asyou treat it. He hisses and bites his lips but doesn’t request you to stop soyou manage to clean the wound before it can cause an infection and then finishthe task by covering it with a bandage.

“Our gang, we ran into some goons from theother college. Seems like they want to take over us and..” He explains to youeven when you haven’t questioned him about anything.

“And what?! You decided to take them on byyourself?!” You ask, not pleased by the sight of his disheveled, orange hairand dirty, battered form.

He doesn’t bid you any response, confirmingyour suspicions and you glare at him. “Does making me mad gives you some kindof sick pleasure?”

He chuckles nervously, not used to beingscolded for his rash actions. “I just-”

“You just what?! Disappear for a whilebecause you probably think it’s fun, leaving me all concerned about yourwell being and then suddenly show up in the middle of the night after a week and3 days! A week and 3 days!” You insinuate angrily on the last bit.

“Y/N, I just-”

“Stop! Of all the things, you come backwith injuries on your body and act as if nothing is wrong. You’re such anidiot!” He smiles at you, his heart skipping beats as he relishes in the factthat you were actually concerned about him.

“You know you love me.” He mutters.

“Ofcourse I do!” You yell out yourconfession, too distracted by his condition.

Realisation smacks you only when his eyeswiden slightly and as a result your lips seal together in embarrassment. Youhadn’t intended to ever reveal your feelings to him and now that youaccidentally have, you can’t help but feel scared. The bad boy doesn’t fall forthe nerd. That only happens in books.

It takes Jimin a few moments to process whatyou just said but when the words finally sink into his skull, his lips wideninto a cheshire grin, a reaction you hadn’t expected. “What happened to ‘Yourbad boy charms won’t work on me’ ?” he asks, quoting you yet again.

You look away, a dark, rosy blush creepingit’s way up on your face. “Shut up.” You mumble meekly, getting up from thecouch, “I’ll prepare some soup for you.”

He laughs to himself when he sees youtrying to avoid his eyes and just as you take a step, he grasps your wrist,“Y/N”

“Yeah.” You respond distractedly, looking anywherebut at him.

He tugs you slightly, making you stumbleand fall into his lap. He kisses your lips softly, something he has beenyearning to do for so long. Jimin is well-aware that he isn’t one of the nicestguys at your school and that his hands are way too dirty to touch someone aspure as you yet he can’t stop himself from craving you. He really wants to bewith you which is the major reason for him always bothering you. What startedas an ordinary exchange between two teenagers, a nerd and a bad boy, soon turnedinto something more. He realised that it was too late for him to move on as youhad absolutely captured him. And today, your confession gave him the final pushhe had been waiting for. “I love you too.” He says staring deep into your eyes.

You still when your ears catch those words.You blink rapidly to make sure you aren’t dreaming, to confirm that the bad boyhas actually returned the confession with an affirmative. The sincerity and fervourin his gaze answers it all. You smile sweetly at him and he smiles right back.

“Whatever.” You say, punching his shoulderplayfully as you fidget out of his lap to get him something to eat.

A/N: I hope this is upto your expectations dear anon. I had intended it to be shorter but it just got out of hand. Forgive any mistakes..:3

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