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Cordially, Jimin

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: R (mentions of sex)

Word Count: 6,175

Summary: When you start work in your new office, the last thing you expect is a distraction. Especially not one as cute, witty and impossible to handle as Park Jimin. A story told through correspondence.  (fluff + humor)

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ANTI ROMANTIC - PJM

you could come across as the number one hater of the male species, but not when it came to jimin.

pairing — jimin x female reader

genre — fluff, smut

word count — 3.4k+

warnings/tags — friends2lovers, fwb!au, dom!jimin, sub!reader, teasing, reader is an anti-romantic, lots of ranting, reader confesses, making out, swearing, explicit smut, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, exhbitionism, pillow riding, dirty talk, orgasm denial, reader is very put on the spot, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, guys) crying, creampie +more

a/n: what to do when the nation is in mourning? write jimin smut 💀 rest up queen elizabeth though, i remember when she came to my school and shook my hand after i gave her a bouquet of flowers 😭

You just wrapped up what you could only call the worst blind date known to mankind. The guy was smug and cocky: you could tell he probably had a thing for being better than women, and that right there was an immediate red flag for you.

Now sitting behind the wheel of your car, pure irritation evident on your face, all you could think about was how the fuck you could face Jimin after another failed blind date. That and the fact that you slept with Jimin a couple times but neither of you had the guts to really put a label on yourselves.

It was agreed your relationship with Jimin was strictly ‘no strings attached’, merely using each other as an output to deal with the stress of work. The two of you must’ve been stressed everyday since it seemed that was how often you both went at it.

“I’ve got a blind date tonight,” you tell him, entering his office to bother him as you usually did.

A blind date?

Jimin wasn’t expecting you to start dating people whilst sleeping with him on the down low. Was that how these things worked?

“You’re going on a date? Why?” He looks up from his desk, clearly confused about it since you always preached about how much you hated men and relationships.

You shrug, “I can’t keep sleeping with you for the rest of my life, eventually you’ll fall in love with someone else and want to get married and have kids.”

You weren’t wrong, Jimin did have all this planned for his future, but he never really saw some other girl with him. All these plans were made with the intention of doing them with you.

“Plus, it’s not like we’re together or anything, so I don’t see what’s stopping me.”

“Well…” he didn’t really know what to say. Does he suddenly confess now or never? If this blind date of yours was a success, he’ll never have the chance to tell you how he really felt, but you seemed really excited about it, he shouldn’t ruin that for you.

“I mean, are you sure you wanna go on a blind date? Kind of a big step for someone who hates relationships,” he says, cocking a brow at you sat opposite his desk.

You didn’t seem as concerned as he was, but then again, why did he care so much?

“Do you want me to give you hourly updates or something? Seems a bit much, Park,” you chuckle softly, failing to notice the inner conflict he was having. “Are you worried about me?”

“No, I’m just looking out for you,” he grumbles, rolling his eyes at your silly teasing. In all honesty, it felt like he was being replaced. “Whatever though, don’t come crying to me late at night when the date doesn’t go to plan.”

When you get home, you you contemplate on updating Jimin. A part of you wanted to send him a message but the other didn’t wanna hear him say ‘I told you so’ as he did many times before.

But fuck it.

you: are you at home?

jimin: yeah, why? you coming over? or you wanna meet somewhere else?

you: no, just make sure you’re home

With that final message sent, you change out of your date night clothes, opting for something more comfortable, but once you’re out of your dress, you look down at your bare body in nothing but intricate black lace (yes, you wore a set with the intention of getting laid tonight) and figured you’d keep it on.

For Jimin.

You throw on a long trench coat to cover up, shivering a little once the material is wrapped securely around your naked body. It was a risky game going out like this, but for some reason, you felt obligated to do this.

If he wanted to make you feel bad, you may as well look good whilst he did it.

The very moment you had texted Jimin, he had just come out the shower, clean and fresh. He re-read your message a couple times, trying to figure out why you were coming over all of a sudden. Was the date so great you wanted to gush about it to him? Or did it go so terribly you were about to rant as soon as you stepped in? Or possibly, were you coming over to fuck?

He couldn’t quite put his finger on it and continued about his night, dressing loosely with a pair of sweatpants and no shirt.

Why wear so much if it was gonna come off anyway?

With that thought, three knocks were had at his door, and he had no doubt that it was you.

You were left waiting for a couple seconds, tapping your foot against the carpeted floor continuously until you were met with a very bare Jimin, forcing your incessant tapping to come to a halt and your breath to catch in your throat.

You eyed every inch of him; his perfectly sculpted v-line, the crevices of his abs, the simple, yet impacting ‘never mind’ tattoo adorning his ribs, and finally his face, which was slightly moist due to the droplets of water falling from the ends of his hair.

“Hi..” you say breathlessly, “Can I come in?”

Jimin caught you eyeing him up, but chose not to comment on it. Instead, he moves aside to let you in, “By all means.”

As you step inside, his eyes follow your form taking notice of the unusual outfit you were wearing. Heels with your legs bare, you must’ve been wearing a dress underneath the coat, but he couldn’t be certain, the damn coat was shielding away his curiosity.

“I’m guessing your date didn’t go well,” Jimin chuckles softly, closing the front door and turning to look at you, “Wanna talk about it over a drink?” Though it sounded like an open ended question, he didn’t wait for you to respond, already making his way into the kitchen to pull out two wine glasses.

“Listen…” you start, your voice low, yet loud enough for Jimin to hear. You’re stuck standing by the door, watching, him set the two glasses down on the marble counter. “I.. am a good girl,” you begin, trying not to sound stupid. “In school, I always followed the rules to the point where a lot of people actually hated me for it.”

The confusion on Jimin’s face was clear as day, and you knew he was about to interrupt you, but you continue to talk, raising your hand up towards him, “Let me finish,” you exhale, “I didn’t have my first kiss until I was 17, probably because I hated the idea of it.”

What the hell were you talking about?

Jimin cocks a brow, leaving his position behind the counter to approach you, “Did I do something wrong?”

The man never hated you, nor did he think you were crazy to have such outlandish opinions on relationships (he understood where you were coming from) and sometimes it was annoying, but not annoying enough to push you away from him. At the end of the day, you were close friend to him.

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong,” you reassure him, stopping Jimin in his tracks. “I shouldn’t have gone on that blind date. It went horribly.”

There’s a moment of silence between the two of you, and Jimin remained as he was in case you were still speaking.

“This failed blind date, along with everything we’ve done together, made me realise I’m only ever genuinely happy when I’m with you. It’s pretty fun not having to fuck my pillow every night,” you say, your cheeks growing beet red at the confession. “And I think it’s safe to say that I don’t not want be in a relationship..”

Your eyes meet his and for the first time tonight, Jimin was speechless. He hadn’t said a word and at this moment, you were glad. “So…” your hands travel down to the belt tied around your waist, pulling on one end to loosen the knot and have the coat comfortably slip free down your shoulders, revealing the black strap of you bra draped over your shoulders.

Jimin knew what was coming. He was bracing himself for what you were about to do.

The trench coat finally hit the floor, pooling around your feet and his breath hitches. He raked his eyes up and down your body, drinking in the sight of you. Flawless skin, perfect curves and a face so radiant, you were the only thing glowing under the dim light of his apartment.

“Woah,” is all he says, having no shame displaying the grin on his face. “You sure know how to flatter a man, Y/N,” Jimin shakes his head, as if disapproving your outfit, but really, the man was losing it inside.

He’s quick on his feet, steadily approaching your form and stopping in front of you, his eyes solemnly kept on you, “I’m glad you finally came to your senses,” he says, reaching his hand up to cup your cheek, gently smoothing his thumb across your skin. “How about we do something a little more fitting for your attire tonight?”

You didn’t bother processing his words, wasting no time in crashing your lips against his in an aggressive kiss, Jimin undoubtedly reciprocating and automatically wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to his chest.

His embrace wasn’t long lasting, hands moving down the small of your back to briefly graze the curve of your ass before settling behind your upper thighs, hoisting you up, “Jump,” Jimin mumbles against your lips, eliciting a short hum from you and you immediately oblige, wrapping your legs around your waist and he held onto you securely.

Not once did either of you break the kiss as he carried you towards his bedroom, but once in his bedroom, you pulled away to catch your breath. “I bet you do this with every girl you hook up with, huh?”

“Just you, sweetheart,” he smirks, responding with zero hesitation, gently laying you lie body on his mattress so he could cherish the sight of you.

A gorgeous, stunning, goddess.

“I bet your pillow’s gonna get bored now, huh?”

Your jaw drops, cheeks turning a slight hue of red from embarrassment. Maybe you shouldn’t have told him about that, now he’d be able to use it against you at any given opportunity. You prop yourself up on your elbows, tilting your head at the partly-naked man before you, “I bet my pillow can make me feel a lot better than you can.”

“You wanna test that theory out?” Jimin challenges, leaning over you to grab one of the many pillows on his bed, leaving it beside you. “Can your pillow make you cry? Can your pillow fuck you as good as I can?” He continues to list out all the things you both done together over the last few months, knowing full well the answer to all his questions were no.

He shifts his position to climb onto the bed, leaning back against the headboard with his legs spread far and wide to show you the tent straining against his sweatpants. “If it can, then show me,” he gestures towards the pillow and your almost at a loss for words.

He was gonna watch you get off, and you felt so belittled liking the idea of it.

You grab ahold of the pillow, fluffing it up a bit for your own comfort. “Fine, but you’re not allowed to touch me and you have to sit on the other side of your room,” you instruct him, pointing to the chair tucked under his desk.

Gosh, you were so bossy, but Jimin would do anything to make a princess happy.

“And you’re not allowed to come,” he warns you, pushing himself off the bed and towards his desk, pulling the chair out to face you before taking a seat, adjusting the boner in his pants before gesturing his chin towards you, encouraging you to make a start. “Go ahead, I’ll tell you when to stop.”

You take his previous position and lean back against the headboard, making yourself comfortable before spreading your legs before him, giving him the perfect view of your soaked panties firmly pressing against you. You took your time, hovering your fingers over the damp material and briskly brushing over your clothed clit, triggering your body to shudder.

Knowing that wasn’t enough for you, you slipped your hand past the band of your panties, the pad of your fingers reaching to rub slow, drawn out circles over your sensitive clit. You didn’t need to do much, the mere sight of Jimin turning you on beyond measures.

Jimin was sat far across from you, his chin slightly raised as he watched you and his hand unknowingly palming the erection trapped between his legs and groaning. It hurt so bad he just pushed his sweatpants halfway down his thighs along with his boxers to free the painful erection. He couldn’t bring himself to take his eyes off you as his fingers simultaneously wrapped around his hardening cock.

“Don’t work yourself up too much, you still have that pillow to attend to,” Jimin’s voice echoed through the room, almost missing your attention. You were getting carried away with your own fingers, you completely forgot about the pillow.

You groan and reach out for the pillow, now sitting up on your knees, and spreading your legs apart to make room for the pillow. The pillow was thick enough for you to have a firm hold on it, and as soon as you sunk down on it, the knock on effect of the material brushing over your heat left you whimpering.

Your reactions had Jimin squeezing on the base of his cock, revelling over how sensitive you were.

He loved it.

All you had to do was imagine the pillow was Jimin and you’d be good to go. It seemed effective once you started rocking your hips back and forth against the pillow, failing to contain your short, but sweet whimpers. Your hips would slow down every now and again, taking long, deep strokes to delay your orgasm as much as possible but it didn’t seem to work.

You looked up at Jimin who’s position was now slouched on the chair, steadily pumping his cock between his fists as he watched you.

“Don’t look at me..” you mumble shyly, shaking your head and looking down at the pillow that had already picked up your arousal, darkening the material slightly.

“Why not?” he chuckles breathlessly, repeatedly swiping his thumb over the head of his cock and smearing any and all the precum down the base. His eyes came to a shut in pure bliss as he picked up the pace of his wrist, his groans becoming low moans. All he could think about were your perfect pouty lips wrapping around his cock and sucking him off just right.

“Take the bra off, lemme’ see your tits.”

You don’t hesitate to oblige, flipping your hair to the side and reaching your hands back to unclasp your bra and let the straps fall seamlessly down your shoulders. Your nipples had hardened within seconds being exposed but you couldn’t bring yourself to care enough, too busy rutting against the pillow.

“I can’t believe you let me go on a blind date,” you seethe, projecting your anger towards him and the pace of your hips, now struggling to keep yourself stable.

“We weren’t exactly together, I couldn’t stop you,” Jimin tries to reason with you, aggravation evident in his tone as he mercilessly fucked his fist. He was close, and from the way your body was jerking, he knew you were close too.

It took the man everything and more to still his hand along his member and stand up from his chair, walking over to you with a sly smirk on his face.

“On your stomach, raise your hips. And tell me, what do you think about when you fuck your pillow?”

You whine and force yourself to pull the pillow from between your legs, leaving it elsewhere as you positioned yourself like he’d asked.

“I think about you..” you whisper, “I think about your tongue— your hands all over me.” You hesitate to say more, but you knew that if you really wanted that orgasm, you had to spill. “I think about milking your cock every night, even before we started fucking,” you cry, pushing yourself back against him. The lack of attention to your weeping cunt was playing up with you, “And I love when you tease me— God, I fucking love it.”

Jimin grins, grabbing ahold of your hips and firmly rutting against you from behind, “Mhm, I’ll give you all that and more,” he smiles contently, positioning the head of his cock at your slick hole, teasing you a little before finally pushing into you and eliciting a low ‘fuck’ from his end.

The air is knocked out of lungs much quicker than you expected, the stretch catching you off guard, even though it wasn’t the first time you’d taken him like this; a clear indication you were yet to get used to his size.

“Been thinking about keeping you all to myself,” he admits, short of breath as he looked down between where your body’s met, “Just had to take my time with you. huh?”

Jimin’s words were going through one ear and out the other. All you could hear was his low grunts and your strained moans. “Oh my God— Jimin,” you force out, your half lidded eyes rolling to the back of your head as your poor cunt took him whole.

“No other man can make you feel as good as I can,” he retorts cockily, digging his nails into your hips once he feels your walls greedily squeeze around him. The action makes the pace of his hips falter, but he’s quick to get back on top of it, “Make sure you fucking remember that.”

You nod diligently. You already knew that his words were the truth and the way he was putting it into practice was taking over your being, almost brainwashing you.

You do him the favour of arching your back a little more, giving Jimin all the more room to hold onto you, but it seemed like he had other plans, using this opportunity to pull out and forcing you turn around to lie on your back. You couldn’t say anything, his arms hooking under your knees to push them up towards your chest before swiftly pushing into you again, thrusting at a pace so ungodly, you were sure you couldn’t handle it.

“Too much, Jimin!” you gasp, turning your head away from him to shield your embarrassing state.

He was quick to notice and grabbed ahold of your cheeks, forcing you to look back at him and he continued to fuck you at his torturous pace, rolling his heels deeper into you, “Look at me when I’m fucking you.”

You couldn’t imagine what you looked like right now, but Jimin could safely say you looked like every man’s wet dream. Your fucked out state had his cock twitching between your soft walls, and you couldn’t help but clench around him, giving him that final push to reach his high.

“I’m close..” you breathe out, shaking your head in a bid to ease yourself of your coming orgasm, but Jimin was adamant on having your full, undivided attention.

“Don’t you dare look away from me,” he says, releasing your knees from its contraption only to have your legs dangle over his shoulders as he brought his thumb down to circle over your clit and using it as leverage to push you towards your orgasm.

And that seemed to do the job. A string of curses fell from your lips as you completely broke down on him, a sheen layer of white making an appearance between your legs which only became more prominent once Jimin slowed down. A visible mix of white had coated his cock as he continued to slowly fuck you in a bid to help you calm down.

Jimin’s jaw fell slack once he decided to pull out of you, leaving a trail of white behind him as he fell to lie beside you,

You both finally established this was more than just a mutual fuck; it was an open-ended gateway for the pair of you to become something more.

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-> This is a bad idea. Jungkook is a bad guy. But just one time can't hurt anybody. Right?

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: pwp, enemies to lovers, roommate!au

Warnings: masterbation (f), Jungkook is a little shit, oc hates him but he's fuckin hot and she daydreams about him constantly, nudity, dirty talk, fingering in front of a mirror, lil overstimulation, creampie, marking/hickie, these two are thirsty as all hell

Wc: 1.6K

a/n: I wrote this drabble for a request that got deleted a while back, but here it is edited and revamped and ready to be released into the world.

"Fuck Jungkook, you fucking jerk!"

Images of his stupid, pretty face flash behind your eyes as your head falls against the shower wall. Hot water hits your skin, dripping down your body, the curves of your chest and waist, and trails off your wrist. Your fingers aren't very big or long -- not like his -- but you'll be damned before you verbally admit how desperate you are to have his fingers inside you.

It's shameful to fantasize about your worst enemy while pleasuring yourself in the shower. Maybe you're sick or maybe he's just that fucking hot. Either way, if anyone found out just how often you think about him in this way, your entire life would be over. No one does this, but the opportunity of Jungkook kneeling between your legs and responsibly sopping up the mess he's caused makes you shudder with anticipation.

Softly closing your eyes, you can picture how he might feel against you, where he might kiss, how he might touch you. Are you insane to want that? After everything he's done to you? Maybe. Probably. Fuck you don't know.

Spreading your fingers, you attempt to stretch your already sore cunt until you feel a sharp sting. Is he this big? Bigger? You place your thumb over your clit to numb the pain, sighing his name as you feel yourself nearing a beautiful high.

It's no use. You've never been able to cum on your own. Not once. It's painfully upsetting that the only person who could possibly make you cum is the only person you would drop dead before asking for help.

You've turned it into a little game though, for loss of a better alternative. Jungkook is so the type to edge you on, you just know it. He'd tease you relentlessly with his body just like he teases you with his words. And hell, you love that headcannon.

He'd be leaning over you, your body writhing with pleasure after hours and hours of being trapped beneath him, clenching around his massive cock as it pulses inside you. His teeth would be on your neck, biting like he's trying to eat you and leaving behind bruises that spell his name on your skin. With a cocky smirk and a snap of his hips, he'd always hit that perfect spot, always. Because he knows you, he knows your body, he knows what you like and how you like it. And after you've begged enough to please him, he might just give you what you want.

"...please," you beg absolutely no one in particular, "let me cum, damn it."

"You promise to be a good girl?"

Shit you can actually hear him now, his smooth voice like acid in your ears sending waves through your body as it mixes with the faint patter of the shower. Poisonous but you like it.

"Yes! I promise, I'll be a good girl for you, Jungkook, so let me, ahhh, let me cum all over your dick."

He hisses, "I don't know, this seems kinda fast. Don't you think we should at least go on a date or something first?"

Wait a second.

You pick up your head and widen your eyes to see him leaning against the foggy, full body mirror across from your shower with a ridiculously cocky tongue poking the inside of his cheek.

You're petrified. He straight up laughs.

"What are you doing here?!"

His expression falls. "I live here, remember? Or did your dumbass brain forget I pay half the rent."

You roll your eyes and cut the water, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around yourself. "Go away, Jungkook."

"But you were calling for me," he bites his lip, following you around the apartment as you collect clothes from the dyer and lotion from the closet.

"I wasn't calling for you."

"Then what were you doing?" he asks with a sly smile. "Sounded like begging to me. Sounded nice."

Your cheeks heat up, the painful throbbing between your legs hasn't stopped since you left the bathroom and this is not helping either. Stopping in front of your vanity, you attempt not to let your head explode.

"You were thinking about me in the shower."

"I was not."

"Liar."

He doesn't touch you but he does get as close as possible, leaning over your shoulder like a damn serial killer or something, hot breath fanning your ear and hands hovering over your towel, just waiting for you to give him the go to rip it off.

"I think about you too. At night, when I'm alone in my bed and I can't fall asleep. I think about you, what you sound like, what you taste like. Fuck I wanna know what you taste like so bad."

He's mere inches from touching your skin, arm coming around your frame to the front of your body, hovering just in front your legs, fingers lightly tracing the edge of your towel. You can feel your resolve breaking.

"I hate you," you sigh, closing your eyes to highten the feeling of his presence.

He chuckles, "The feeling is mutual. But does that mean we can't make each other feel good? You seemed awfully close in the shower, I'm sure it wouldn't take much. Let me help you." His lips ghost the shell of your ear and even though he still isn't directly touching you, your body feels sparks everywhere he hovers.

"Just one time?"

"Just one time," he promises.

"Just your fingers."

"Just my fingers."

His hand disappears inside your towel, soft digits poking at the crease between your clenched thighs until you separate them willingly. It only takes one touch and you gasp, every nerve ending in your body lighting up like fireworks. It's so much better than you even imagined, his middle finger sliding over your slit before flicking your clit with expertise, as if he's always known you. When he thrusts two fingers inside, you bend at the will of his touch, falling into his chest and reaching behind your head to hold onto him.

He doesn't mind. Dipping his lips into your neck, it's the perfect placement for you to grip his hair and pull each time the hilt of his palm rubs against your clit and his fingers thrust deep inside your soaking hole. He reaches deeper than you ever could, stretching you perfectly. Even though he promised just his fingers, you imagine this is how he would prep you to take his dick.

Oh, and he would have to prep you. You can tell that much just from the feel of him pressing into your ass. He's swollen inside his sweats, painful and obviously in need. But he doesn't grind, doesn't roll his hips. He just holds you flush against him, a solid support for your weakening knees that threaten to collapse beneath you. He stays focused on getting you off because you begged for his fingers so nicely. It's the least he should do for such a good girl.

Just like he said, it doesn't take much. Your pussy clenches around his fingers as your orgasm rips through your body, subtle waves pulsing from your stomach to the tips of your toes. You let out a strangled moan of his name, causing a wicked smile to grace his lips. His fingers fuck you through it all, coated in your juices and sliding over your clit easily until your trembling from overstimulation.

"Too much," you whimper, breathless when he continues to abuse your poor bundle of nerves.

"You couldn't cum, could you?"

"What?"

"In the shower. You touched yourself for so long but you couldn't do it on your own. I touched you for five minutes and you cream like that? You need me, admit it."

His words crush you but he's right. Even now, as he suddenly pulls his hand away, you can feel your walls still spasming in earnest begging for his fingers to return, or even better, for his cock to fill you up.

He watches you twist around to face him. Slowly, you look at him with deep eyes sinking into his gaze and a voiceless question on your lips.

"Say it," he commands. "Say you need me to make you cum."

It's pointless. You caved. He touched you. You let him. You liked it. But still. There's something in his eyes that has you pausing. A hunger. Restrains that aren't doing much as this point, they're bound to snap any second as he leans closer, eyes fanning over your face and bouncing between your lips and your nose.

Your towel drops to the ground. "I need you."

He scans your body up and down, swallowing hard when he see the absolute mess between your legs dripping down your thigh. He wants to touch you again, but stops.

"Just my fingers?"

He needs you to say it, give him permission to use more, do more. When his tongue pokes out and wets his lips, you get an idea of what he's thinking.

"No." You place his hands on your ass and urge him to give a tight squeeze. "Said you wanna know how I taste. Wanna know what your name sounds like when I'm filled with your cock, don't you?"

There's a physically obvious effect your words have on him. With his fingers digging into your ass and pulling you roughly against his body now, his dick straining against his sweats and poking between your thighs. He sighs, deep like gravel and then inhales a sharp hiss as his hips grind against you and his teeth nibble at the sensitive skin of your bottom lip.

"Just one time?"

"Just one time."

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