but really why is there a mirror in your shower and why are you staring at yourself

After Hours [m]

pairing: reader x Yoongi

Genre: tattoed!yoongi, rapper!tyoongi, angst? fluff? smut, idk how to label this haha

word count: 16,212

warnings: graphic sexual content, alcohol, language

a/n: this is loosely based of Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist. i am v nervous about this as it isn’t the usual angst fueled plot I normally write. so if it’s crap, please be kind haha. i’m tagging the lovely @dimplecoups​ because i know you’ve been waiting for this. and @2seoke for always being the best babe.

Originally posted by lethargicmin

You looked in the mirror, making sure your face mask was properly in place. If you were going to look like a serial killer for the next 20 minutes, you at least wanted to look the part. Your bed was calling your name as you walked over to the soft mattress, choosing to ignore the missed calls and text messages from your best friend. This was the first Saturday night you had to yourself in months. No work. No brother. No best friend. You were free to do whatever you wanted.

Or at least that’s what you had originally intended. But as the door to your bedroom crashed open you soon realized that the night had other plans for you.

“Why haven’t you answered my calls?” your best friend Irene squealed as she plopped down at the foot of your bed. “It’s Saturday night and I know you don’t have to work tomorrow!”

You gave her a look. Well, you tried to give her a look to the best of your ability as the motions of your face was restricted by the sheet mask on top of it. “There’s a reason why I didn’t answer your calls. And just because my idiot brother gave you a key to our apartment doesn’t mean you can just waltz in here any time you want.”

Irene rolled her eyes, blowing a large bubble from the gum she was constantly chewing. She was clearly not amused at your disinterest on leaving your apartment tonight. You reached forward, popping it with your pointer finger. “You’re no fun, Y/N” she whined, collecting the gum back into her mouth.

“I can’t have fun when I’m always too busy taking care of you.” you quipped, reminding her of the last time the two of you went out. “I had to beg that cop not to give you a ticket for being drunk in public. Why aren’t you bothering my brother? I’m sure he would love to see you.”

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Suga Daddy: Part 7

Suga Daddy: Part 7

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Words: 9.6k

Genre: Smut, angst, dirty talk, dom!Yoongi

There is another gif in the story that describes the moment I was portraying. Ignore Namjoon’s name on it, lol. Anyway, enjoy :) 

Parts:  one | two | three | four | five | six 

You had never been more excited to get out of dance practice. Yugyeom had been making fun of you the entire time because you were so out of it. You were trying to hide that from Jane because you were slightly messing up. “Shut up,” you pushed Yugyeom with a laugh, “Some of us are trying to focus.”

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Three Is Good Company [m]

Genre : Smut / Threesome 

Summary : In a series of perfectly placed moments you witnessed something you probably weren’t supposed to see.

First of all, you didn’t mean to see it. It just happened. Literally. You were at the wrong place at the wrong time…maybe right place but still, you weren’t supposed to see it. But then why was his door open!?

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Serendipity.

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Fluff (with slightly smutty undertones at the end) and a fail attempt at humor; Soulmate!AU where anything your soulmate does to their body reflects on your own

Soulmate Series: Yoongi | Hoseok | Jin | Jimin | Namjoon | Taehyung

Word Count: 2.6K

Originally posted by jungk0oksthighs

You’d never had a problem with the whole ‘soulmate’ deal, unlike some of your more passionate colleagues. It’d never sparked up much of a reaction in you, because honestly, who had the time to actually care? Besides, it did turn out to be rather amusing, most of the time.

Like when you were in the middle of discussing an important project with your professor, for example, and you felt something ticklish on the inside of your arm. You’d always been susceptible to even the slightest brush of the fingers, so you bit your lip hard to stop yourself from laughing out loud.

When you finally got to leave, you made a pit stop at the bathroom, to get a napkin or something to wipe your cut lip—go figure, you’d managed to bite it that hard—and you looked down at your wrist: the source of your problems. Looking at the squiggles on it, you felt like you were supposed to get angry, but honestly, the basic math problems drawn crudely with black ink made you laugh out loud. Sure, you got some strange looks from, like, one person for doing that, but you could tell your soulmate had to be hilarious.

You looked again, unable to resist smiling when you saw—and felt—more black ink being scribbled furiously onto your delicate skin. Your soulmate must have been having a math test or something soon; why else would they have been writing all that on their hand? Though, really, what an amateur move.

You took great delight in re-telling the story to your friends later, but it seemed like they’d reached the point where they were just tired of hearing you talk about your soulmate all the time. But really, they seemed great—and you really, really wanted to meet them. It’s just…you had no idea how.

Who knew a single conversation could change it all?

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Badly

Jungkook x reader

theme:Jungkook and you always had tension between and one time he comes out of the shower and you are in the room…so things get a little steamy

requested by: taetaesbooty

genre: smut

word count: 5.5K


“I’m so excited!“Jimin said suddenly.

Everyone else agreed but you.
“I would be equally excited if I wasn’t fucking suffocating between these two.“you grunted trying to make yourself more room.

“Y/N no swearing!“Hoseok scolded you at what you just rolled your eyes.

Currently you were sitting in a car, struggling between Hoseok and Taehyung, while Yoongi was driving, Jimin sitting in the seat next to him.

“I just don’t understand why I couldn’t go in the other car? There would be room for everyone!“you said, still fighting elbows with Taehyung.

“Because I want my sister to be with me in the car!“Hoseok exclaimed.

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metamorphia (pt. 1)

prologue

→genre: body swap au

→word count: 10,987

→a/n: pls read the prologue before reading this, bc that’s actually just a drabble-sized pt 1 and is key to knowing what’s going on!!


The origin of body swapping was one that was shrouded in mystery. No one was certain as to where it was derived from, only that it was an idea present in many folktales and fables—never in real life, and certainly never to humans.

So why was it happening to you?

The trek back to the bedroom you had woken up in was an apprehensive one. You were on edge about everything—the steps you took, the noises you heard. Your surroundings were all new to you, and so everything around you was viewed with an unmatched amount of skepticism.

“Dude, you okay?” A voice said from behind you.

You practically jumped out of your skin at the noise, whipping around and seeing a boy staring at you with one of his eyes shut from sleep. He wasn’t the same one who had woken you up this morning, but he was still unfamiliar nonetheless.

“Y–yeah,” you stuttered out, stumbling to find the words to speak as your deep tone of voice took you aback. You cleared your throat before continuing. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

The boy gave you an unconvinced look. “I’m pretty sure they heard your scream half way across the world,” he snorted.

You blanched before chuckling along with him, rubbing a nervous hand over your head. It was so strange to not have your usual long hair; you went to run your fingers through it, but nothing was there but air. “Oh, I just uh… I hate mornings,” was all you managed to come up with.

He chuckled as well. “Don’t we all,” he said before turning around and heading back to what you assumed was his room.

You immediately ducked out of the living room before any more strangers could spring up out of nowhere, scrambled into your bedroom and slammed the door behind you with a sigh of relief.

“Why are you wearing your towel like that?”

You jumped when you heard the amused voice from across the room, and when you turned to look, you saw it was the first boy you had opened your eyes to this morning.

Where in the world were you right now? So far you had seen three different boys, including yourself, as well as different bedrooms and closed doors lining the halls. This had to be a fraternity or something. Maybe you were in a college dorm room; the boys all seemed to look around that age, anyway. Though it wasn’t like you could just ask this person in front of you where you were. No, you wanted to get to the bottom of what the fuck was going on before you had anyone looking at you like you were some sort of crazy person.

Suddenly you remembered the question he had asked, and you scrunched your eyebrows in confusion before looking down at your body.

The shock of seeing yourself as a male still hadn’t gone away. You had to admit you were alarmed and let out a little jolt, but then you noticed why he asked about your towel. You had it wrapped around your torso like you would usually wear it.

“Shit,” you breathed before shifting it down to your waist. It felt weird, as if you were exposing your body to him, but you quickly reminded yourself that this was how most men wore towels.

“Hyung, are you sure you’re feeling okay? You’re acting kind of… different today.” The boy tilted his head to the left a little as he peered up at you with wide eyes from his spot on his bed.

You hadn’t yet gotten a chance to look at him, since his appearance had been the last thing on your mind when you thought he was an intruder in your household, but now that the two of you were staring at each other in silence, you couldn’t help but notice how attractive he actually was. He had ravenous dark hair that stood up in different places from having slept on it all night long, a strong, prominent nose to match his strong, prominent jawline, and small, bow-shaped lips that were tinged a satin pink and pressed together in curiosity—but what really caught your attention were his eyes. They were big, and soft, and gave his appearance an innocent and boyish charm that sent the breath of air you were going to use to speak immediately whooshing from your lungs at the sight.

“I…” You tried to form a sentence, but the words wouldn’t come out, causing you to open and close your lips like a fish out of water. And you might as well have been one; all of a sudden your mouth was as dry as a desert. “I–”

“Look, you don’t have to tell me. I won’t bother you anymore,” the boy held his hands up in surrender, sending a smirk your way. “Since I’m up now and probably won’t be able to fall back asleep, I’m gonna hop in the shower,” he said as he pushed the covers off of his legs and stood up before disappearing out of the room.

Finally. You didn’t even bother to pick up the towel that fell from your waist and to the floor as you raced around the room, searching for anything that would give away what was happening to you right now. You rummaged through closets, drawers and bags; the only thing you found was a wallet that was sitting on the nightstand beside your bed.

You immediately pulled out the I.D. that was situated in the clear flap, recognizing the picture as the same boy you had seen staring back at you in the mirror. Park Jimin, it read. DOB: 10/13/1995.

So he’s only a few months younger than me, you thought to yourself as you continued scanning the card. Your eyes caught on the words that read Seoul, South Korea.

“Seoul?!” You blurted out loud, forgetting all about the people in your proximity who were already wary of your behavior. Were you actually in Seoul right now?

Your investigation was interrupted by the sound of a ringtone bleating through the air. You whipped your head towards the noise, spotting the cell phone plugged in that was now vibrating on the nightstand and flashing a random phone number. Upon closer inspection, you saw that it was your phone number.

You darted over to it and pressed accept faster than you could even blink. “Hello?”

“Y/N?” Someone spoke your name, and you blanched when you realized the voice on the other end was in fact your own.

“Who is this?!” You yelled frantically.

“Oh thank god,” they breathed a sigh of relief. “I called a few minutes ago but you didn’t answer. Listen, I don’t really know how to say this, but I think–”

“Are you Park Jimin?” You asked, too impatient to wait for them to finish.

“Yes!” The person exclaimed. “Yes, yes, I’m Park Jimin. Are you Y/N?”

“Yes!” You answered with an equal amount of relief. “What the hell is going on?”

“That’s what I was hoping you could tell me,” Jimin said, and you tried to ignore the fact that hearing your own voice being spoken to you was starting to creep you out. “You don’t know?”

“No I don’t know!” You snapped. “All I know is that when I went to sleep last night I was myself, and when I woke up I was attacked by some kid screaming about an alarm!”

“Oh, that was probably Jungkookie,” he told you with a hint of a giggle. “He really doesn’t like the song I have set as my alarm. But the only reason I do it is because I know it will make him get up–”

“Okay, that’s not really important right now,” you interrupted him in a harsh voice.

“Sorry,” Jimin quickly apologized, instantly dismissing the subject. “Well, I woke up to some guy feeling me up from behind! How do you think I felt?!”

You slapped a hand over your mouth as a humorless chuckle of surprise threatened to escape your lips. “That’s my boyfriend, Jaebum,” you explained apologetically. You had forgotten all about him staying over last night at your apartment, what with all the craziness that had happened this morning.

“Your boyfriend?!” Jimin screeched. “You mean I’m going to have to fend off this horny bastard even more? Sorry Y/N, but I think you may be single by the time all of this is over.”

“Don’t you dare,” you warned him in a stern tone. “And what do you mean by the time all of this is over? What is all of this?!”

“I don’t know!” He yelled in exasperation. “I only know just as much as you!”

You sighed, hoping that the pent up anger and nerves would wash away with the breath escaping your lungs, though it did nothing to settle your pounding heart. “Just…” You stopped, running a hand through your newly-shortened hair. “Tell me where I am.”

“You’re in Seoul, South Korea, in a dorm room.”

I knew it, you thought to yourself as Jimin continued on.

“There are six other guys there with you: Jungkook is my roommate, the one who woke you up. There’s also Jin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon, and Taehyung, but they’re in different rooms.”

“What do you study?” You couldn’t stop your curiosity from taking over.

There was a beat of silence on his end. “What?” He asked in confusion.

“In school,” you proceeded to explain. “You said I’m in a dorm room, so I’m assuming you go to a university of some sort. So, what do you study?”

Another moment passed before Jimin was suddenly intaking a sharp breath of air. “No, Y/N,” he said, his voice strangely calm and somewhat shaky. “You’re in a dorm because I’m in a kpop group.”

It took you a few seconds to register what he said before you were laughing out loud, the first time you had truly laughed since you’d woken up. “You’re joking, right?” You managed in between breaths.

“No,” he sounded over the receiver, his tone very serious compared to your lighthearted one.

“Wait,” you stopped, your laughter immediately halting in your throat. “What?”

“I’m an idol, in a kpop group called BTS,” he explained solemnly.

All color drained from your face as he continued to talk, but you had stopped listening long ago. You couldn’t listen even if you wanted to; it was like your body had shut down, keeping you from completing simple tasks such as seeing and hearing. His words got lost in your head, swirling with the other chaotic thoughts that took over your mind and overwhelmed it into a silent state of shock. He had to be joking at this point. This was all just one big, giant joke, and when you closed your eyes and opened them again, you would be back in your normal body. You were certain of it.

Keeping the phone on your ear but not fully comprehending anything that was being said, you crawled back into bed before your legs could give out and send you collapsing to the floor, drawing the blankets over your naked body and letting your head sink into the comfort of the pillow beneath you. This is all a dream, you kept repeating to yourself as your eyelids fluttered shut beyond your control. Surely things will be back to normal if you just go back to sleep. This is all just a dream.


“Hyung?” You heard a voice ring through the silence and startle you from your slumber.

You adjusted your eyes to the light, blinking them a few times before settling on the sight of the shirtless boy before you. “No,” you breathed out, closing your eyes and rubbing them vigorously before opening them again.

The same boy was still peering down at you, a curious look on his face.

“No!” You repeated louder this time, throwing your head back in frustration before flailing your limbs on the mattress. “Why didn’t it work?!”

“Why didn’t what work?” The boy asked nonchalantly, finally walking away to head towards his side of the room.

You quickly sat up, watching his every movement as he gathered his clothes from the drawer. The only thing concealing his body from your eyes was a thin towel around his waist, leaving the toned muscles in his back and broad shoulders exposed to you. The way they rippled beneath his skin as he moved started to transfix you; you watched as he bent over, his biceps straining as he suddenly dropped the towel to pull on his underwear.

“Oh my god!” You all but screeched, covering your eyes with one hand and holding out the other to obscure his private area from view. “What are you doing?!”

“What?” He laughed at your reaction.

“For god sakes, cover up! Have some decency!”

“…Dude, everyone always changes in front of each other…” He chuckled again, though this time there was a hint of confusion and wariness to his voice.

You froze at his words. What were you doing; you had to convince him that you were Jimin, not some random girl from across the world! You cleared your throat before reluctantly uncovering your eyes and lowering your hands, thankful to see that he now had his underwear on.

He then tossed the wet towel onto his bed, now exposing his bottom half to you as well as he walked towards his closet. You couldn’t help but notice that the black boxer briefs he had on hugged his thighs in all right places, making it very clear just how in-shape this kid actually was.

“Are you gonna get up?” A voice knocked you out of your thoughts, and crashing down with it came the realization that you had been caught staring at him.

You blinked back up at the boy’s eyes, a blush creeping its way onto your cheeks at the sight of the smirk playing on his lips. He must’ve been the one Jimin was telling you about, Jungkook.

Jimin. You had forgotten all about the boy you had been on the phone with and passed out on. You quickly searched for your phone on the bed next to you, only to see that the call had ended.

“W-what?” You stuttered out once you remembered he had asked a question, careful to avoid eye contact in fear that he would somehow see straight into your soul—your soul that didn’t belong to Park Jimin.

“Are you gonna get up? We have to leave soon, you know,” Jungkook asked again as he pulled on a pair of jeans.

Your stomach dropped at his words. They couldn’t really be kpop artists, could they? No, Jimin must have been playing some sick, cruel joke on you. “Leave to go where?” You asked.

Jungkook eyed you peculiarly. “The venue…” He trailed off. “We have a show tonight. How could you forget?”

You froze, heat starting at the base of your palms and spreading throughout your nerve endings, tightening your throat in its clutches. “Like… A show for BTS?” You had to say the group name Jimin had told you so Jungkook could confirm if it was a lie or not.

“I know right?” Jungkook chuckled, and you furrowed your eyebrows at his words until he continued. “That’s what it feels like sometimes. But at least this is the last day of promotions at Inkigayo and then we’ll be ready to learn a new dance.”

Inkigayo? Promotions? Dance? You had to call Jimin again.

You abruptly shot up in your seat, causing the blanket that was around you to fall from your waist and expose your nude lower half. “Shit,” you cursed, scrambling to cover yourself up again.

Jungkook just laughed. “You’re still not dressed either? You better hurry, or Sejin-hyung is gonna be pissed.”

You frowned, not knowing at all who this person was; but while you’re stuck in Jimin’s body, you figured you probably didn’t want to anger them. You started to stand up, awkwardly shifting the blankets to shield yourself from the boy’s view.

His melodic laughter rang through the air again. “Relax, hyung, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

You raised an eyebrow at that. Just how close were these guys?

“Ugh, here,” Jungkook groaned playfully, walking over and handing you the towel you had dropped on the floor. “It’s literally painful to watch you struggle like that.”

You could tell he was making a joke, but you weren’t in the mood—especially not with this stranger. “Thanks,” you took the towel, finally relaxing once it was secure around your waist.

Jungkook just stood there, staring at you with an amused glint in his eye as you debated what your first plan of action should be. “Um…” You started, trying to avert your eyes from the blindingly-toned muscles of his stomach. You couldn’t get anything done with him revealing himself like that. “Can you put a shirt on?”

The boy snickered before walking to his closet and pulling out a plain t-shirt. “You’re right, before I scold you I should probably get my shit together.” He kept his back towards you as he continued dressing, and you took that as an opportunity to grab the first articles of clothing you found in a drawer and dash towards the bathroom, clutching Jimin’s cellphone at your side.

Unfortunately, the living room wasn’t as desolate as it had been earlier. “Morning, Jiminie,” you heard a voice call, and soon a taller boy who you had never seen before was coming into view. “You look kind of flustered this morning. Are you okay?”

“Hobi, don’t pester him,” another new face scolded from the kitchen. “Can’t you see he has to hurry? He hasn’t even gotten dressed yet.”

You must’ve looked like a deer caught in headlights, but you couldn’t help it; who were all these people? You opened your mouth to speak but never actually got anything out before continuing your trek to the bathroom.

Once inside with the door securely shut and locked, you immediately dialed your number again.

“Y/N!” You heard your voice yelp after only one ring. “Where were you?! I was afraid something happened!”

“You have to help me, Jimin,” you spoke in a low tone, clutching the phone to your face with both hands. “I don’t know what to do. There are all these guys popping up out of no where, and Jungkook is saying something about a concert tonight and I just–”

“Oh shit, Inkigayo,” he cursed on the other end. “I completely forgot!”

“Yeah, oh shit is right!” You yelled frantically. “What the fuck do I do?!”

“Just calm down, calm down. It’s gonna be okay.”

“Is it?!” You interrupted his consoling. “Because the most you have to worry about is my horny boyfriend trying to have sex with you. I have an entire country waiting to watch me be Park Jimin tonight!”

“Please don’t remind me!” Jimin lowered his voice to a hiss. “I figured I would get up and make breakfast, since that would get him off my back, you know? But no, then he decides to come in there and try to fuck me on the kitchen counter! I’m going insane!”

“Oh my god, just kick him out or something, I don’t care,” you quickly brushed him off. “What am I supposed to do about the millions of people expecting me to be you?!”

He let out an exasperated sigh. “Can you sing?”

“What? Oh no no no, we’re not actually going through with this,” you spoke as if he was crazy.

“Well do you have a better idea while we try to figure it out?!” He barked.

“Well we could try actually telling them, for one,” you stated the obvious choice with a glance at the door, careful to keep your voice low from suspecting ears.

“Yeah, I thought about that,” Jimin replied, his voice not as venomous as it was before. “But do you actually think they would believe us? I don’t know how we’d prove it to them.”

You sighed, wracking your brain of every possible outcome you could think of, but nothing that could be useful came to mind. “You could talk to them?” You suggested meekly.

“Oh, me as in Y/N? Some girl they’ll think is in on the prank we’re trying to pull?” He tutted sarcastically, immediately dismissing it. “Any other ideas?”

“You could answer any of their questions,” you offered, desperate to figure out a loophole. “Something that only Park Jimin would know.”

“They would still think that we pre-planned it, Y/N,” Jimin sighed, and you could tell he was shaking his head. “Trust me, I’ve already thought of everything. There’s no way out of this.”

“There has to be!” You whined, tossing your head back and emitting a loud groan. Just then the doorknob jiggled, and you were suddenly thankful you remembered to lock the door. “Shit, someone’s coming,” you whispered into the phone.

“Jimin, are you okay in there?” A voice called through the door.

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a second!” You covered the end of the phone to holler before going back to Jimin. “Quick, tell me everything I need to know before I go.”

“Okay, so I'm—er, you're—a singer and dancer for BTS. We just released a new song, so we’ve been going on music shows and doing promotions for it. Today’s the last performance on Inkigayo.”

“Who is Sejin?” You asked, suddenly remembering when Jungkook had mentioned him earlier.

“Sejin is our manager—why? Did something happen?!” Jimin asked, his voice suddenly turning frantic.

“No, no, don’t worry,” you put your hands up to settle him down, even though you knew he couldn’t see you. “Jungkook told me that I better hurry this morning, or else Sejin-hyung was gonna be pissed. I just didn’t know who he was.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s our manager. Really nice guy, but you don’t wanna piss him off,” he said before speaking up again. “Wait, can you tell the rest of the members apart?”

“The rest of the members?” You dead-panned, finally pulling on your clothes at the mention of their hot-headed manager. “I don’t even remember their names.”

“Well you better learn them now, because they’re your brothers for the time being,” he said. “You already know Jungkookie, so I’ll skip over him. Now, Taehyung is–”

“Jimin, hurry the fuck up!” A different voice suddenly rasped, accompanied by a loud banging on the other side of the door. “We’re leaving in five, and Tae won’t stop bitching about having to pee!”

“Tell him to use the other bathroom,” Jimin sounded into your ear.

“Um…” You hesitated before reluctantly following orders. “Use the other bathroom!” You called out to the stranger behind the door before cowering away and anticipating his response.

The boy only grumbled in annoyance under his breath before stalking away, leaving you alone once again to your phone call.

“That was Yoongi,” Jimin stated before you even had a chance to ask. “I could tell by his voice. He looks small and innocent, but he’s actually a grumpy hyung who will rip your head off if you interrupt his sleep. Remember that.”

“Um… Okay…” you trailed off, wondering if you even needed to be warned about that. It’s doubtful that you’ll do much of any talking today anyways, preferring to just sit back and observe for the time being—at least until you had a grasp on whatever was going on.

“If you need to go to anyone for help, go to Namjoon hyung; he’s the one with his hair shaved on the sides. He’s the leader of BTS, so he’s really responsible when it comes to problems.” Just then there was a loud bang in the background on Jimin’s end, and there was a slight pause before he spoke again. “Fuck, I think Jaebum’s coming back down. Give me some pointers for him, would ya?”

“He likes getting his dick sucked,” you snickered.

Jimin didn’t seem to think it was funny, though. “I’m serious!” He huffed before his voice abruptly caught in his throat. “Gotta go,” he quickly mumbled before the line went dead.

You sighed, stressfully running your fingers through your hair again. Great. Now you were approximately 0% closer to figuring out what you were going to do about today.

There was another bang at the door. “Jimin!” A deeper voice you hadn’t heard yet rang through your eardrums. “The van is leaving now! Let’s go!”

You cursed to yourself, quickly tossing the t-shirt you had grabbed over your head and opening the door. “Coming!” You yelled out to no one in particular. Hopefully your voice sounded more confident than you felt.


Well, the good news was that the car ride to the concert venue was an eye-opening, informational one.

The bad news was that you had absolutely no idea what you were doing.

All six of the other members were there; you made the total number come to seven. Of course you recognized Jungkook, already resenting him for ruining your morning. The way he slumped back in his seat, silent music floating through the outlet of his ear-buds and innocent eyes staring at the passing scenery through the etched glass of the window as if he had no idea of the turmoil he had caused you, did nothing but light a burning hatred aflame in your heart akin to no other.

You may be misdirecting your anger onto him, but you didn’t care. You already didn’t like this boy.

You recognized the second guy who had stopped you on your way back from the shower—the one who had called you out on your scream. He adorned a black mask that covered the bottom half of his face with the white outline of a teddy bear snout on it, as well as round sunglasses that clung around the back of his head and rested atop the nape of his neck. You wondered which of the names was his that Jimin had listed.

You also recognized Hobi as the third to greet you, since that’s what the other boy who scolded him from the kitchen had called him, though you didn’t remember the name ‘Hobi’ being on Jimin’s list. His forehead was shrouded by tufts of slightly wavy, shaggy brown hair, and you could tell that he had cleaned up considerably since you’d first seen him.

Soon your eyes caught on the shaved hair that Jimin had spoken of, and it didn’t take rocket science to figure out that that must be BTS’ leader, Namjoon. You studied his appearance: long, lanky body, dark, loose-fitting clothing, and a pair of wire-framed glasses that sat atop the bridge of his small button nose. He was attractive though he didn’t seem like the leader type, but you weren’t one to judge a book by its cover—plus, Jimin had said you could rely on him, so you were sure to make a mental note of that in the back of your mind for later.

Other than that, the final two boys were completely unrecognizable; you had never seen them before in your life. One of them must’ve been Yoongi, since Jimin said that was who was banging on the bathroom door, but you just didn’t know which one.

He looks small and innocent, but he’s actually a grumpy hyung who will rip your head off if you interrupt his sleep, Jimin’s words from earlier came flooding back to you.

Small and innocent, huh? Well, one of the two boys looked 6 feet tall and had shoulders the size of a plane’s wingspan, so you assumed it was the other. Which meant that the wingspan boy must be the one who scolded Hobi in the kitchen.

See, it didn’t take long for you to figure out this puzzle. Being Park Jimin would be a piece of cake.

“Okay, does everyone remember their lines for the opening act tonight?” A man called back from the passenger’s seat.

Shit.

“I do!” A deep voice floated from the young boy with the bear mask over his mouth. “I was reading over the script all night long.”

“He’s not lying,” Hobi chimed in with a hint of annoyance in his tone. “I had to tell him to turn off the light three times.”

“And after that, the brightness on his phone,” the leader added with a roll of his eyes. “He had it turned up all the way so it would reflect off the paper.”

“It’s not my fault you guys are light sleepers!” The bear boy shot back. “Who the hell can’t fall asleep because a light is on?”

“It’s too early for this,” Yoongi opened his eyes to groan, only to close them right back again and massage his temples.

A silence fell over the vehicle after that, everyone getting lost in the worlds of their phones, their music, or the back of their eyelids. You decided to do the latter, welcoming the darkness as it soothed your mind and took over your anarchic thoughts.


“Stop, Y/N!” Jaebum protested while curling his fingers around yours and attempting to pull you back. “What are you doing?”

“Come on!” You giggled, the light sound of your laughter flitting through the darkness of the empty hallway. “It’s this way!”

“We’re not sneaking onto the stage,” he stated, an edge to his voice that made it clear he didn’t approve of the spontaneous adventure you were forcing him on. “We shouldn’t even be back here in the first place! Let’s just leave before we get caught.”

“Oh, where’s the fun in that? Live a little, Jae!”

The two of you came to the end of the hallway—excitement coursing through your veins and anxiety through his—as you were now face to face with the curtain that separated backstage from the main stage. You and your boyfriend were at a concert event hours before the show started and it just so happened that during your stroll around the venue, the back door to the arena had been left opened and unattended. Jaebum (being Jaebum) had been completely against the idea of taking a peek inside, but of course you (being you) had to check it out. Curiosity got the best of you; what was the worst they could do, tell you to get out? In your opinion it was worth it for a chance to see the stage from the performer’s point of view.

So that’s how you ended up here, tugging on your reluctant boyfriend’s hand as you ushered him farther into the depths of the building. Each step you took got you closer to the stage, you could feel it, and just before you could pull back the curtain and see the bright lights of the stadium seats, there was a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, you guys aren’t supposed to be back here!” A petite woman in a badge around her neck labeled ‘staff’ barked out.

“Sorry, I was just telling my friend here the same thing,” Jaebum looked pointedly at you. “We were just leaving,” he continued as he practically dragged you back down the hall. “We’re so sorry, ma’am.”


The view from the stage looked glorious.

There were more lights than you could’ve ever imagined, lining not only the seats but also the front and sides of the stage, as well as the ceiling which was adorned with giant black speakers as well. Hundreds upon hundreds of chairs lined the walls for as far as the eye could see, all facing forward with one focal point in mind: you. The sight made you realize just how small you actually were; similar to looking up at the bright stars on a clear night, everything appeared so far away—as if your problems didn’t matter as much as they once seemed.

Your only wish was that you were seeing this back then, the day you had snuck into the arena with Jaebum, rather than in the body of some stranger about to perform on Inkigayo with BTS.

“Okay, so the run-through for tonight includes the intro skit, and then from there you’ll go straight into the comeback stage,” an unfamiliar face, probably someone Park Jimin should know, barked out orders through the ear piece all of you were instructed to wear.

Fear started to trickle into you at his words as the severity of what was about to happen finally hit you: you didn’t have a single clue what you were supposed to do. Sure you had secretly watched BTS performance videos on the ride here (all of which included some very difficult dance moves), keeping an eye on the one you recognized as Jimin after glancing at yourself in the rear view mirror several times, but that still wasn’t enough to sate the anxiety rising in your chest. You had no one to turn to, no one to ask questions for help, not even Namjoon, because Park Jimin should already know this. And you never imagined how alone that would make you feel until it was happening, and now it was too late.

Thank god the staff gave you extra scripts for the intro skit this morning, or else you would’ve been even more screwed than you already are.

“Let’s take it from the top, exactly how it’s going to be done tonight,” the producer, you’re assuming, yelled out. “So Seulgi just mentioned BTS’ many wins with their new title track, and then the camera pans over to you guys. And, action.”

You stared blankly down at your script before blinking wide eyes at the other members, completely lost as to what you all were doing. But fortunately, they seemed to know better than you. Or maybe that was unfortunately; they made you stick out like a sore thumb.

“Ah, I can’t believe it’s our last show!” Namjoon cried in disappointment.

“It seems like we just learned the dance yesterday,” the boy with the bear mask (that was now abandoned in his pocket) said, and then he proceeded to break down into a signature move from the dance.

“Taehyung, you’re supposed to sing the line from the chorus while you’re doing the move,” the producer interrupted the scene.

And you studied all night long,” Hobi teased.

“That part wasn’t in the script!” The bear boy, who you now knew was named Taehyung, complained.

“It says ‘sing and dance the chorus’, can you suddenly not read?” Yoongi pointed to the script with a straight face, causing the other members to snicker.

“Mine just says dance!”

“Okay, it doesn’t matter,” the producer quickly cut in to stop the bickering. “Now you know that I want you to dance and sing the chorus, got it?”

Taehyung grew silent, his lips pressed into a straight line as he nodded his head, and you could tell he was more affected than he lead on by the scolding he received. Though he repeated the scene correctly this time, it was done with less enthusiasm, and you couldn’t help but feel bad for the boy. But then the room grew quiet, and suddenly all eyes were on you and you were frozen dead in your tracks.

“Jimin, do you not know your lines?” The producer sighed at you.

It took longer than you’d like to admit to realize that he was speaking directly to you. “Oh! Uh, no sir. I mean yes sir, I know them,” you painfully stumbled over your words as you awkwardly waved the script in the air.

“Well then what’s the problem?” He asked.

You gulped before speaking again; man, these idol people sure were intimidating. “There isn’t a problem,” you shot back as sweetly as you could muster, despite the growing annoyance you felt at the way he was treating you and Taehyung so far.

There was a sigh before the voice in your ear spoke again. “Alright, lets start back from the top.”

You furiously started looking at your lines to read ahead and figure out your parts. So you were supposed to cut in after J-Hope, whoever that was, yelled something about hoping to win tonight’s award at Inkigayo too.

Wow, these guys won every award at these major music shows? Why hadn’t you heard of them before? This just goes to show that you needed to get your nose out of your books in college. The world was happening around you, and you were too busy studying to notice.

It wasn’t until the other members started talking around you that you realized the producer must’ve directed you to take it from the top, and when you heard a bold voice exclaim the lines before your own (you quickly turned around to identify which boy was J-Hope; turns out, he’s the same person as Hobi), you finally opened your mouth to speak.

“Well the fans have to be the judge of that, Hyung,” you started, your voice the epitome of bad acting as you paused before awkwardly gesturing your hand out to the empty stadium seats around you. “Why don’t we show them what we’re made of?”

There was the sound of the speaker cutting in. “Jimin, are you slow?”

You blinked your eyes in confusion. “…Excuse me?”

“I said are you slow; do you have an intellectual developmental disorder?” The producer spoke in a dry voice.

You wanted to scoff because you knew what he was asking was offensive, though you were too taken aback and out of place to even think straight. “No…”

“Then stop acting like it,” he barked before the speaker cut off and he gestured his hand for everyone to take it from the top again. Your mouth fell open as you stared at him in disbelief at the sheer audacity of his words.

You knew it wasn’t your place, but who the hell did this guy think he was?

“Excuse me!” You were quickly raising your hand to get his attention, simply unable to contain yourself or remain silent in the body of Park Jimin any longer.

The producer raised an eyebrow before cutting in over the speaker again. “Yes?”

You suddenly felt intimidated by all the eyes on you, though you tried to clear your throat and stand your ground. “I don’t really think you can talk to me like that,” you began in a cautious voice that grew stronger with each word.

All the boys snapped their heads to you in bewilderment, the fear in their eyes telling you just how grave of a mistake that you’ve made by talking back to your superior, but you didn’t really see the harm in it. Hey, you were Park Jimin, member of the global sensation BTS, right? You deserved respect just as much as you had to give to others, and so far this man has proven three times that he wasn’t worthy and abused his power by being, to put it simply, an asshole.

There was a stretch of silence that hung in the air before the producer finally spoke again. “I can talk to you however I want,” he hissed out in a strangely calm tone. “And if you want your ass on that stage tonight, I suggest you learn your place.”

The threat was meant to be chilling as you physically heard the breath escape the lungs of your fellow members next to you, though you couldn’t care less—maybe you should’ve, since this was Jimin’s life you were affecting, not your own—but quite frankly, you didn’t want to be on stage tonight. You didn’t want any of this.

So you silently shook your head before throwing your script down on the ground and stepped out from your designated spot. “Then count me out,” was all you said as you stalked off stage.


“I can’t do it, Jimin.”

You were pacing back and forth in an empty dressing backstage with your phone to your ear and your fingers on your temples, desperately trying to massage away the headache that was growing larger with each passing second. “I can’t be you. That guy is a dick and I won’t put up with that bullshit treatment. I shouldn’t have to.”

“Listen, Y/N, just calm down and think about this for a moment.” Jimin was trying to console you on the other end—albeit a bit frantically, since this was his life on the line. “The producer at Inkigayo has always been a dick; it’s known throughout the idol community. But sometimes you just gotta be professional and suck it up.”

“While he gets to get away with being the most unprofessional out of all of us? Uh uh, I don’t think so.” You were quickly shaking your head as your wave of stubbornness resurfaced.

“That’s his job, Y/N. He barks orders at idols and tells them what to do and say on the show. I know you may not like it, but you’re not you right now, you’re me. So if you could please just keep your mouth shut and roll with the punches and remain as compliant as possible, I would really appreciate it.”

You rolled your eyes and parted your lips to reply before your words got caught in your throat at the sound of someone walking into the room. “Gotta go,” you quickly mumbled to Jimin before ending the call right as Jungkook came into view.

“Hey,” the boy said in a voice that was steady yet wary as he looked at you with a tinge of sympathy in his eyes. “Are… you okay?”

You let out a sigh before flopping down onto the couch behind you. Just when was this boy going to leave you alone? “I’m fine,” you replied in a clipped tone.

Jungkook nibbled his bottom lip before deciding to take a seat next to you, and suddenly there was a heat emanating from his body so strongly that you had to scoot away in order to put some much needed distance between you two.

“Everyone knows Jang Sukjin-nim can be a real pain in the ass—I mean hey, I’ve lost count of the amount of times we’ve wanted to tell him off in the past,” he shook his head with a light chuckle that had you lifting your head to meet his eyes. “What you did was real badass, hyung. I’ve never seen you act out that way before. I wish I had as much courage as you to stand up for myself.”

It was when he put a comforting hand on your shoulder than your entire body tensed up, the weight of his limb sinking down into your stomach until a knot the size of Africa had formed in its wake and was pulling you down. You tried to swallow, but your throat was suddenly dry.

“Thanks, but shouldn’t we be getting back in there?” You shot up from your seat at the speed of light while a nervous chuckle escaped your lips and your sweaty palms rubbed against your pants, almost completely forgetting about why you’d left the stage in the first place as the boy’s hand fell from your shoulder and back to his side. “I don’t want to keep them waiting any longer.”

Jungkook nodded and stood to his feet, completely oblivious to your strange behavior. “Good thinking. Sejin-hyung isn’t too happy about this, so the less you keep them waiting, the better.”

Your face blanched at that. Just how many people had you gotten Jimin in trouble with by your little act of defiance? You never knew kpop idols had so many rules.


Putting up with Jang Sukjin for the rest of the day was dreadful, but as much as you felt the urge to dive across the soundboard and strangle him with your bare hands, you were able to keep yourself under control for Jimin’s sake. What made it worse was that you weren’t the only one who got foul treatment, though you simply gritted your teeth and forced a smile every time one of his rude remarks or hostile orders came flying out of his mouth, having to repeat the words compliant and complacent, compliant and complacent over and over again just to keep yourself in check.

After all, a grumpy producer was the least of your worries.

“Jimin, what’s gotten into you today?” Hobi (or J-Hope as the staff called him—you still weren’t sure which was right) turned around with a frown of concern as you messed up yet another dance move by just stalling in place and watching the others rather than actually moving.

Maybe it would help if you actually knew the choreography.

“Yeah, you don’t seem like yourself,” the boy you recognized as the leader chimed in, and you had to physically restrain yourself from tutting.

That was the understatement of the century.

“I don’t know man, I’m just not feeling well today,” you shook your head and ran a frustrated hand through your hair as if this sudden forgetfulness was just as strange to you as it was to them. “My mind’s all cloudy and it’s hard to think straight.”

“Maybe you should sit down and rest for a bit,” Jungkook worriedly nibbled on his bottom lip.

The smaller one, Yoongi, scoffed. “That wouldn’t help any; he hasn’t done anything all day.”

“Well maybe he just needs some water or something–”

“Guys, really, I’m fine,” you interrupted their bickering since you knew it was pointless. “Let’s just take it from the top.”

The boys all gave you a wary look before Hobi finally gestured for the song to start playing again, and once the now-familiar song started blaring through the speakers, you were just as lost as you had been the first twenty times.

It wasn’t until you physically bumped into the boy with the shoulders of a plane wingspan, who you’ve learned throughout the practice was named Jin, that the music cut to a stop as your ass met the floor with a hard plop!

You didn’t know why you were even trying. It’s not like you could pick up the choreography within a day when you were already supposed to know it.

There were gasps of concern, fits of laughter and groans of frustration that emitted from the people around you when Jin came rushing over to make sure you were okay. You couldn’t even look him in the eyes at this point.

“Maybe you had the right idea when you stormed away earlier.” Sukjin’s voice blared over the speakers with a sneer that had your teeth grinding together in sheer annoyance at the sound. “Off the stage. Now.”

Jimin was going to be so disappointed in you.


You were forced to watch the rest of BTS practice their stage without the help of Jimin, and though you weren’t familiar with the song, even you could see the obvious holes in the choreography where someone was clearly missing. Their fans wouldn’t be happy with this, and you knew because that’s exactly why manager Sejin had chewed you out for an hour after getting kicked off.

But that was pointless to dwell on, because now you were finally taking a snack break with the rest of the members and were thankfully away from any superiors who could give you shit and potentially punish Jimin in the long run.

No, now all you had to deal with was the disappointment from Jimin’s brothers, which was a lot less brutal but still just as shitty.

“I don’t get it,” Yoongi shook his head over a container of kimchi before looking back at you. “How do you just forget the entire dance? I mean how long have we been rehearsing this? We just won at Music Bank the other night.”

“Hyung, chill out,” Taehyung interjected in your defense through a mouthful of rice.

“I mean, I’m just saying,” Yoongi shook his head again with a sigh before resuming his meal.

You chose to stay out of it and remain silent at the end of the table with your boxed lunch, feet in the chair and knees to your chest as the guilt ate you alive of if you even should be allowed to eat this food provided for you when you didn’t actually do anything today. It wasn’t like you to feel bad about something that was out of your control, but this was too real. You were submersed in Jimin’s life, surrounded by Jimin’s friends; you were Jimin. And the more you began to realize this wasn’t just a dream you could wake yourself up to escape from, the more reality began to leave a giant lump in your throat.

You missed home. You missed your family and your friends, your boyfriend Jaebum, your apartment. Hell, you even missed university, and that was something you never thought you’d say. What you wouldn’t give to be in the library right now flipping through old pages of textbooks rather than spending time with a kpop group.

The sound of someone sitting down in the chair next to you stirred you from your thoughts, and when you looked up from your meal, you saw that it was Jungkook.

“You, my friend, are having the roughest day in the history of rough days,” he smirked in amusement as he retrieved one of the boxes from the center of the table. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you struggle this much, and that’s saying a lot. I’ve seen you try to talk to girls, hyung.”

Your lips parted as you stared at the goofy grin on his features, his eyes full of mirth and steady on you as he placed the chicken between his chopsticks into his mouth. And though you’ve never properly met Jimin before, you couldn’t help but find the younger boy’s teasing rather amusing. After all, it wasn’t you he was actually making fun of.

Only it was, and you figured while you were stuck inside Jimin’s body and had already fucked up enough with his career, you might as well defend his pride while you could. You owed him that much at least.

“Yah, is that hyung I heard you say? Is that any way to treat your elders then?!” You quickly whacked him on the arm though your scolding was only lighthearted and playful, the laughter falling from Jungkook’s lips letting you know he didn’t take your actions to heart.

You watched the way his nose scrunched up and his eyes sparkled with happiness, unable to remember the last time you’ve seen—or if you’ve ever seen—a smile that big while someone was laughing. For some reason, the elated sound made your heart flutter.

It was then that you were quickly shutting back down and closing yourself off behind the invisible barrier that you built around the chair that you were currently residing in, quickly occupying your mouth with food so you could keep yourself busy and unresponsive.

Jungkook, again, didn’t notice your strange behavior. “Does this lack of memorization have anything to do with that deafening scream you let out in the bathroom first thing this morning?”

You instantly froze. There’s no way he could know about the body swap, right?! But the longer you watched Jungkook casually stuffing his face as if he hasn’t eaten in a year, the more you realized he didn’t actually realize the gravity of his words.

You felt yourself visibly relax. “I don’t know what you mean. Don’t you scream every time you look in the mirror and see that ugly face of yours staring back?”

Jungkook let out a scoff before playfully returning the whack to your arm that you gave him earlier. You ignored the way your skin rose with goosebumps in the place that his hand touched. “So does that mean you screamed because you saw your sad excuse of a face?”

“No, I screamed because I woke up to yours.”

It was partly true; you had awoken without a clue who this stranger was, and that definitely aided in the terrified shriek that left your lips when you were brought face to face with someone else looking back at you in the mirror this morning. Jungkook, however, didn’t have to know that, and so your response worked just as well when disguised as a deadpanned insult.

You weren’t aware that anyone had been listening in on your conversation, but that fact was made apparent as a booming roar of laughter suddenly erupted from Taehyung on the other side of the younger boy. “Damn Jimin, that’s a good one.”

“Yeah, you’re normally sickeningly sweet to Jungkookie.” Hobi made a face of disgust before laughing along with Tae. “Who are you today?!”

It was through the boys’ oblivious amusement that you felt your heart drop, finally realizing your biggest mistake yet: if you wanted to pass as Park Jimin, you had to act like him, and you had no idea how to do that.


Unfortunately, your rest from interrogation (aka lunch) came to a much-too-fast end and soon it was back to slouching in one of the stadium chairs in the front row and watching the other members practice like you were some kid that had to be put in time out. Thankfully, this also put you at an advantage since you could study their dance moves from back here and try to engrave them in your mind as soon as possible before you got yourself into any more serious trouble.

You resisted the urge to pull out your phone and text Jimin with profuse apologies and instead focused on the members’ footwork. That seemed to be the hardest part, because while you weren’t much of a dancer lest it be while drunkenly stumbling through a nightclub, you still found it fairly easy to get the gist of things after repeatedly seeing it for what felt like a hundred times. Well, the gist of things for the chorus, at least—that was a start, right?

No, it was the details that were tripping you up—quite literally—and so you resorted to watching their feet move in ways that looked like a piece of cake until you actually got up there and attempted to do them yourself.

“Stop,” Sukjin’s voice, that you’ve grown to despise with every fiber of your being, was barking through the loud speaker as his hands waved through the air with a frustrated shake of his head. “Jungkook, you’re off tempo. I don’t know how they do it over there at Music Bank, but here at Inkigayo we like everything to be done with precision. Understand?”

You visibly clenched your fists by your side as your eyes snapped over to the younger boy in the center of the stage. His eyebrows were furrowed and his lips turned down into a frown, though before he could let any other emotion show, he quickly cleared his face until his features were expressionless and his head was nodding silently.

You let your jaw slack as you sat there in awe. How was he able to say nothing, absolutely nothing in response to a man who hadn’t done anything but shit on everyone all day? I mean, you weren’t an expert by any means, but you had been paying attention and their moves were perfectly in sync. It seemed like now this man was being rude simply to hear himself talk.

“He did it perfectly,” you heard yourself interjecting before you knew what you were doing.

Everyone, including Jungkook, directed their attention to you. “Excuse me?” Sukjin scrunched his face as if he couldn’t believe you had the sheer audacity to speak after all this time.

You glanced at Jungkook, who was softly yet frantically shaking his head with a worried expression, before turning back to the producer. “I said,” you exhaled as your rose to your feet, “he was doing it perfectly. Stop being such an asshole and let them do their job as performers.”

You could’ve heard a pin drop as the arena became silent around you, each person waiting with bated breath to see what Sukjin would say in response to a much-needed call out on his nasty character.

“I want you out of my sight,” he finally seethed in a voice that was so angry you could almost see fire shooting from his ears. “You’re never allowed back here inside Inkigayo under any circumstances, do you hear me? You’ve just cost your group a seventh member at this establishment.”

You felt your lungs deflate in your chest with the breath that you hadn’t known you were holding, a lump lodging its way into your throat and a sinking feeling in your stomach at the knowledge that you’ve now quite possibly ruined Jimin’s career. But you were too stubborn to let your feelings be shown.

“Gladly,” you responded with a hiss, and then you spun around on your heel and marched out of the music hall.


“What the fuck happened in there?!” Manager Sejin roared when he said you stalking out towards the van in the parking lot.

You let out a sigh. “I got kicked out, hyung,” you threw in the honorific as you had heard the others do to get on his good side.

Apparently it didn’t work. “What do you mean you got kicked out?! What the hell has gotten into you today?!”

You could now see why Jimin had told you this morning on the phone that you don’t want to piss this man off. Though his words weren’t particularly alarming or unexpected, it was his large and looming figure that towered over yours or the way his face lit up bright red and bulged with veins that had a sliver of fear prickling within you.

“I—I don’t know, okay,” you paused before admitting, your shoulders deflating in defeat as you looked down at the ground. “He was bullying everyone all day and I’d just had enough.”

“Well that’s great and all, but today is not the day you get to play fucking martyr,” he hissed through grit teeth. “You’re supposed to be on that stage because you have the last show tonight, and I’ll be damned if that gets ruined because of fucking Jang Sukjin!”

Apparently this guy has a reputation. Who’d have thought?

“I can’t do it, hyung,” you shook your head back and forth with a frown. “I’m not feeling myself today, I don’t know why. I can’t do it.”

You were surprised to see his face soften a bit. “What’s going on, Jimin? Is this something serious? Do we have to get you to the doctor?”

The thought was entertained in your mind for longer than you’d like to admit. The doctor’s might not be a bad idea; maybe they’d know something about the body swap.

But you knew it was no use. You’ve heard ancient folktales about “soul swapping” before, and that’s exactly what they were: folktales. Nobody in their right mind with a college degree in the medical field would believe you’re not who you say you are. You’d sooner be sent to the insane asylum before they’d help you.

“No, it’s fine,” you finally responded with a sigh. “I just—I think I need to lie down.”


Within thirty minutes you were back inside the BTS dorm, the empty silence such a deafening contrast to the bustling halls and loud voices that occupied it this morning. You sighed before collapsing down on the couch, figuring now would be as good a time as ever to break the news to Jimin. You had to get it over with.

“Y/N!” It felt refreshing to hear your own name being addressed to you again, even if did come from a frantic Jimin. “Thank god you called!”

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s Jaebum. He’s…” the boy trailed off.

You waited a few moments before gesturing for him to continue. “He’s what, Jimin?”

“He’s kind of pissed off at you. Like, really pissed off.”

You groaned in frustration, though you’d be lying if you said part of you wasn’t relieved that you both managed to fuck up in one way or another. “What’d you do?”

“Well, he kept trying to have sex with me, and I don’t know about you but I’m not into dudes that way. I’m not sucking his dick just to appease him or whatever the fuck else you suggested this morning before he came barging into the room and tried to take my pants off.”

You couldn’t help but giggle a little as Jimin continued rambling in rage.

“…So I may or may not have punched him in the face.”

“What?!” You cried out as soon as the quick and jumbled words flew from his lips. “Jimin!”

“I’m sorry, okay? It just happened! I wasn’t thinking and acted on a natural reaction!”

You let out an exasperated sigh before putting your head in your free hand. “Where is he? You need to apologize right now!”

“Y/N, please no, you can’t make me do that. He’ll try to have makeup sex with me, or even worse, angry sex! Do you know how rough angry sex is?!”

“Well you sure as hell aren’t letting us break up! Do you know how long we’ve been together? A year! I’m not throwing all that time away because he suddenly thinks I’m abusive!”

There was silence on the other line as Jimin tried to come up with a solution. “What about if I just text him? Tell him I’m sorry, that I’m not feeling well and that we may need some time apart while I figure things out.”

You didn’t like the sound of it, you didn’t like the sound of it one bit, but honestly what else could you do? You weren’t about to let Jimin get raped just because you didn’t want to upset Jaebum.

“Okay, that’s fine,” you finally agreed with a sigh. “If he tries to come back over, you can barricade the doors since he has a key. Or you can stay at Sana’s apartment.”

“Sana?” You could practically hear Jimin tilting his head in confusion. “Who’s Sana?”

“My best friend. Just call her and act weird as fuck and she won’t know the difference.” You quickly brushed him off before getting to the matter at hand. “Jimin, I have to tell you something…”

“What?” There was a slight pause as he put two and two together. “Wait a minute, how are you able to talk to me for so long if you’re at Inkigayo? Are you on break?”

“Well, that’s the thing…” you chewed on your bottom lip while nervously picking at your shirt. “I sort of… got kicked out.”

Unlike your almost visceral response to his bad news about Jaebum, there was a long stretch of silence that hung in the air for longer than you would’ve liked.

“…Jimin?”

“You what?” He finally sounded, only his voice was low, and grim, and in an almost scary tone that you’ve never heard from him before. It sounded strange coming from your own voice, and that’s why it frightened you the most; you only used that tone when you were seriously pissed.

“I–I can fix it, don’t worry,” you were quickly trying to backtrack your words and calm him down. “It’s not that serious, really. I’ve been saying I wasn’t feeling well all day and I can blame it on that–”

“Y/N, do you know what you’ve just done?!” His voice was roaring now. “This goes beyond just you and me! There’s a whole company of people who watch over what I do—fuck, I could get fired!”

“N–no no, don’t be silly,” your voice started to shake as you chuckled nervously. “I told you it wasn’t that serious! Even Sejin understood. He offered to take me to the doctor and I can just–”

“Why did you get kicked out?” Jimin interrupted you, only his tone was more of a dangerously low statement rather than a question.

You winced before reluctantly telling him the truth. “…The producer was being mean to Jungkook, and I–”

“Oh my god Y/N, you don’t just get to talk back to people because they’re being mean!” His voice was in hysterics now. “This is the kpop industry, you take what people give you and you shut the fuck up about it! Oh my god, people are going to wonder why I’m not there tonight and what if Inkigayo leaks the story and–”

“Jimin, calm down,” you urged him in a wary tone. “I told you, I have it under control! Do you really think your company would do that to you? Have a little faith in us, please! I know I’m just a normal girl and have no experience whatsoever in the industry, but trust me, I really do have your best interest at heart. I’m not going to let you get screwed over—at least not on my watch.”

There was a heavy huff of air that was exhaled into the receiver. “You better fucking fix this, Y/N. There’s nothing I could fuck up in your life that would ever amount to how much this means, but I swear to god if you cost me my career, I will ruin everything you love.”

The call fell silent as the weight of his words settled over the atmosphere, and though your immediate reaction was to scoff, cries of you don’t know me! How dare you think your life is better than mine just because you’re a fancy fucking idol! on the tip of your tongue, but you managed to hold yourself back. Whether this was just an empty threat or something more serious, you knew that you deserved it.

“I will,” you reassured him, and that was the last thing you managed to get out before the line went dead.

hurtful words

Request Prompt; Hi, i was wondering if you could please make an imagine where shawn makes y/n cry because he said something he doesn’t mean?

PART TWO || PART THREE || PART FOUR

Warning; small use of foul language

MASTERLIST || REQUEST


You and Shawn had a lot going for each other; he was about to go on his first full out tour in the U.S., and you were preparing to go to your dream school. To top it all off, the two of you were nearing your one year anniversary with each other. It’s been a long ride between different schedules and time zones, but the two of you made it work.

Unlike the rest of the anniversaries that the two of you have shared, you suggested having a nice dinner in the comfort of your shared home this time. The contrast from fancy and uptight dinners would be nice for the two of you. All you needed was to be with Shawn, and you’d be happy either way. You had been so ecstatic about the upcoming date with Shawn for weeks now, that every time you thought about it, you couldn’t help but squirm in your seat from excitement. Something about him made every date feel like the first. Whether it was him bringing flowers or giant teddy bears, his gestures always managed to make you melt.

As the days became hours until your anniversary was coming, you picked out Shawn’s favorite dress on you to wear. The dinner might’ve been at home, but you put on as much makeup as if you were about to walk the red carpet. Don’t get it wrong — you were comfortable enough around Shawn to be bare faced, but you wanted this to be the perfect night for the two of you, and that would start by you looking and feeling your best. You also started dinner in the midst of everything to make sure you were on schedule.

Shawn was out with his friends, which gave you the perfect amount of time to tidy everything around the house up. You didn’t mind if he was out for the day, because you would be able to have him for the rest of the night. It was going to be a great night for the two of you.

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Punk (Chap. 2)

Originally posted by kryzx

Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 1805

Warnings: Cursing, low-self esteem, chubby!reader x bucky, idk….

A/N:  I hope you like this chapter, for some reason I enjoy it a lot though it’s not much.  I have a three day weekend coming up so hopefully I can continue working on my fics.  Thanks for your patience and I LOVE the feedback :]


 

Natasha Romanov was many things: ace assassin, hotshot hacker, super spy.  Pleasant in the morning?  No. Not one of her virtues. You might as well have poked a sleeping bear with a pointy stick; their reactions were generally the same.  Though the bear was more likely to let you live, come to think of it.  But desperate times called for desperate measures.

 The red head cradled her mug as she shuffled back towards the bed with eyes half open.  You took that as an invitation, though it probably wouldn’t work on vampires, you’d have to remember that should the time come.  You kicked the door shut and plopped onto the bed where a half-naked Clint was slowly entering the world of consciousness.  You signed “good morning” to him once his confused expression grazed from Natasha and back to you.  He grinned puckishly before speaking aloud, “Is it my birthday?”

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Can’t Remember to Forget You | iv

Summary: When you almost die in battle, a distraught Bucky - afraid of what will become of him if he loses you - decides to end things. But what happens when he loses his memory, only to end up falling in love with you all over again?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2,147

Warnings: Language, Angst

A/N: Hopefully this chapter doesn’t hurt too much - I personally recommend listening to Helium by Sia + Song Cry by August Alsina while reading this (mainly b/c they’re the two songs that I listened to while writing this) // also big s/o to my wife Blade, just because I love her and am eternally grateful for her in my life || crtfy masterlist

Originally posted by caps-bucky

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Midnight Circus pt.3

Originally posted by jeonilys

☾pairing: Jungkook ♡→  reader
☾genre: Angst. Fluff. Mature content. badboy summer fling au
☾summary: “You’re ten times hotter this summer, you know that?”

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He stood in front of the kitchen counter, pouring milk into his bowl of cereal. The rest of the guys were still asleep and he woke up uncharacteristically early—curtesy of you. He found himself thinking about you anytime he looked out that window—replaying what had happened the previous night. It was nothing in hindsight, he’s kissed countless girls, but not like that. He’s never done anything like that, not with a girl like you.

He scooped a spoon full of cereal into his mouth, looking through his phone as he chewed noisily. He was going through this texts messages when he looked down—he wondered if he should text you about your body wash, or body. Or should he kept just because.


You rolled out of bed, not making a single sound as you tip toed to the bathroom. Everyone decided to sleep in but you woke up on your internal clock. You thought you’d shower before everyone got up. Of course Jennie miraculously awoke from her deep slumber, rubbing her eyes as you brushed your teeth.

“Hey, good morning…sorry I fell asleep on the movie last night.” She got up, still attempting to rub the sleep from her eyes.

“All of you guys fell asleep, I knew you couldn’t hang.” You giggled, squirting toothpaste on your toothbrush. The other girls were sleeping and Jennie looked like she was about to go back to sleep, you secretly hoped she would—you needed to run out for a little bit. You closed the bathroom door, stripping your clothes and turning on the water. Shoot. You don’t have any body, and you can’t use just any body wash, you have sensitive skin. You threw on a robe and that’s when saw a missed text from Jungkook.


[1:04] Jungkook: you forgot something babe

[1:05] Jungkook: it smells good, it litterally smells just like you

[1:05] Jungkook: i might just keep it if u dont come and get it


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sushi || pjm (f)

Going out on a date with some guy you met at a café could bring more with it than meets the eye.

❀ genre: fluff.
❀ word count: 5,3k+
Spotify playlist | Youtube playlist

With slow steps, you dragged your feet towards the bathroom, feeling really tired from the nap you just woke up from. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to sleep before a date, but you couldn’t help yourself as you had woken up really early for work. A small smile played upon your lips as you thought about it, work. It’s where you met him.


‘’Y/N! A caramel macchiato!’’ your co-worker yelled from the counter as you hastily wiped away the mess you just made.

‘’Coming right at ya,’’ you just told him, still wiping the counter and now also the floor, as coffee dripped from the edges. Brown droplets splashed in front of your white shoes, almost making them brown too, but with a few more wipes it looked like nothing was ever there.

A heavy sigh left your mouth and you heard a shy voice speaking a few metres away from you.

‘’Please, t-take your time,’’ the voice said as you whipped your head around, gazing at the guy to which the voice belonged with surprised eyes. When you met his eyes, your heart was about the burst and you could feel your head getting lighter.

Warm, chocolate brown eyes, a bit puffy and a face handsome as hell. Lips plump at first, but when his mouth went upwards, the cutest smile ever appeared, making his eyes smile as well. You had no idea how a stranger could make you feel all giddy, but he did. His ash blonde hair fell in front of his face in various ways, and it gave him this chill and cute vibe.

‘’Oh Jesus, Lord, save me,’’ was the only thought going through your mind,

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“Kiss Me” Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 3,293

Dean Winchester x Reader

Request: Could you do one where you’re not super tomboy but you don’t usually wear “girly things” and to go undercover you have to wear a short black dress, basically what happens is a lot of tight spaces with you and dean and some accidental rubbing against each other here and there and it ends with some good smut where he basically just hikes up the skirt of your dress and you realize how convenient dresses can actually be 

Warnings: Smut, language, lots of sexual tension, unprotected sex


Originally posted by dean-sam-winchesterbros

“There’s no way in hell you’re going.” Dean shakes his head, not even considering the idea of you going on the case with them.

“Come on. You’ve been training me for months now, besides it’s not like we’ll be doing any actual fighting. It’s a goddamn dinner party. All we’ll be doing is socializing and stealing that dumb bracelet.” You argue.

You had been living with Sam and Dean for a few months now. They’ve been training you to be a hunter, but refuse to take you on any actual hunts yet. They keep saying that you just aren’t ready, despite kicking ass in training. Tonight they were supposed to be going to some fancy dinner party/auction at some fancy collector’s house, and you were desperate to go along.

“What if something goes wrong, huh? What are you going to do then?” Dean questions, obviously getting frustrated.

“Then I can be a helpful asset to the team! I know what I’m doing. I’m getting training from the best hunters in the country.” You beg.

“Dean, she has a good point. She’s going to have to start somewhere, and this is probably the best place to do that. The chances of anything going wrong are slim.” Sam defended you.

“What, both of you are going to gang up on me now?” Dean rolled his eyes. “Fine, you can go. But if you get hurt, I get to tell you that I told you so.”

“Ah!” You say in excitement. “Thank you!”

You’re not sure why Dean is so protective over you. You’re only a few years younger than Sam, not too big of a deal. You can take care of yourself. But ever since you moved in with them, Dean has been overly-protective of you, and honestly, it could be a bit much. You feel like he treats you like a little, helpless girl instead of the woman you are.

“But, those clothes are a no. You’re going to have to wear a dress.” Dean pointed to your outfit.

“I hate dresses. What’s wrong with my clothes?” You frown. You were wearing ripped skinny jeans and a flannel, nothing too fancy, but you wouldn’t consider it ugly. You like your clothing, even if it’s not the girliest.

“There’s nothing wrong with them,” Sam interjected, staring down Dean. “This event is just really fancy and we have to fit in.”

“I don’t even own a dress.” You realize. “Or heels. Or anything fancy, for that matter.”

“Guess you can’t go on the case then.” Dean sighed dramatically.

“You wish, Winchester.” You roll your eyes. “What time is the event?”

“Seven.”

“I’ll be back later.” You glance at the clock, seeing that it was almost one in the afternoon. You definitely had time to run to the mall and grab some stuff before tonight.

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A few hours later, you returned to the bunker with a few shopping bags in each hand. It had been a successful trip- you managed to find a relatively cute but not expensive dress that had matching heels, and also some earrings.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you carry shopping bags in your life.” Dean commented as you walked past them to go to your room.

“There’s a first for everything, right?” You shoved a couple bags in his arms, making him help you bring them to your room.

“You know, I’m not trying to be mean. I just don’t want to risk you getting hurt.”

“Dean.” You set the bags on your bed, turning around and looking at him in the eye. “You don’t have to act like my big brother. I’m okay. I can take care of myself.”

Dean looks at you, seeming like he wanted to say something, but he kept his mouth shut.

“I’ve got to start getting ready, so…” You trail off, implying that he needed to leave.

“It’s only four. It starts at seven.” He raises his eyebrows.

“Uh, trust me, girls take a long time to get ready. Now, get out.” You laugh, playfully shoving him out the door. He raises his hands in surrender, and closes the door behind him.

You are determined to look good tonight, to go all out. You rarely ever dressed up, hence why you didn’t have any nice clothing. This was probably the last time you’ll ever dress up as well, you hate dresses, so why not make the most of it?

You started out by taking a shower and making sure that you used your favorite body wash that left a good scent on you for hours. You normally only used it for when you were going on a date, but this is a special occasion.

You then blow-dryed your hair and curled it, which was a nice change from your usual ponytail you typically threw it in. Next you applied makeup, which was also a nice change from the bare face you normally sported. You have clear skin and decent eyelashes, so you didn’t think you needed makeup on a day to day basis. Tonight, you were rocking a smoky eye and red lip combo, thanks to the YouTube tutorials you had watched. You attempted to put on fake eyelashes, but they were a complete fail so you just went without them.

The last thing you did was put on your dress. You looked in the mirror and admired yourself once it was on. Man, is that dress sexy. It was a tight, bodycon style that stopped just below your butt, showing off all the right curves of your boy. Paired with the black heels, you looked good.

You were about to grab your purse when you hear a knocking on your door.

“Y/N? It’s almost seven, we’ve got to-“

You interrupt them by opening the door, revealing both Sam and Dean standing there. The reactions of both of their faces are priceless. Sam raised his eyebrows and glanced away, doing his signature nervous gulp. Dean, oh poor Dean, he didn’t know what had hit him. He couldn’t look away. He had never seen you look so… Good.

“You can take a picture if you want.” You tease, walking past them. They both cleared their throats and watched as you walked past them, not moving a muscle.

“You know, boys, we’re going to be late if you don’t get a move on it.” You say.

“Yeah yeah.” Dean mumbled, rushing to get to the impala.

The ride there was uncomfortable, to say the least. You couldn’t sit in the backseat since Dean hadn’t cleaned it, and you didn’t want to get anything on your dress. Sam was entirely too tall to sit back there, and there was no way in hell that Dean was letting either of you drive. So, that left you to be in your current predicament- squished between the both of them in the front seat.

Sam was polite enough to try and scoot over as far to the door as possible, which was nice. You had some room, but you were still basically attached to Dean on the hip. Your thighs were touching and your shoulders were bumping into each other, and no one said a word the entire ride there.

When you finally reached the house, you couldn’t be more happy to get out of that car. You stepped outside of the impala, enjoying the feeling of the warm summer air hitting your skin.

“How are we going to go about this?” You asked them, leaning against the impala. You couldn’t exactly go inside without a plan.

“The bracelet is inside one of the upstairs bedroom, inside the top drawer of one of the dressers. We’ll socialize for a little bit, whatever, and then I’ll excuse myself to the bathroom and go find the bracelet upstairs. You and Sam can keep watch downstairs.” Dean directed.

“Okay, sounds like a plan.” You say. You link arms with the both of them and walk inside the house, which was absolutely beautiful. You’re enchanted by architecture and all of the collections spread about the house. It was something out of a movie.

“Grab a glass of champagne. Fit in.” Dean whispered to you, not looking at you as he waved to a person across the room. You took a glass from the table behind you, taking a small sip as the person Dean waved to came over to the three of you.

“Hello! What brings you guests here today?” The man asks, all smiles. He must be the owner of the house.

“Just very interested in seeing what you have up for auction today, Sir. You have lovely collections.” You tell him, putting your charm on.

“Why, thank you!” He smiles.

“So, why don’t you tell me about some of these pieces? I’d love to know more.” You lie, hoping to keep the man’s interest long enough for Dean to sneak upstairs. It wasn’t exactly the plan, but it would work. You shoot Dean a look, and he gives you a thumbs up, and you can see him dash away upstairs.

“This piece of art work I got from Venice, isn’t it lovely?” He pointed to a painting.

“Yes, it certainly is.” You pretend to admire it.

He keeps on talking, and at some point you zone out. You look back over to where Sam was standing, hoping to see Dean standing there, but he wasn’t back yet. Odd.

You glance over to the other side of the room, and two men in bodyguard suits are talking, grabbing your attention. They keep glancing over to the stairs and over to Sam, and your heart drops. They must be suspicious.

“Excuse me, sir, but I am going to have to get back over to my friend. Thank you so much for telling me about the history of your painting.” You rushed. You didn’t wait for him to respond while you went over to Sam.

“Sam, those men are onto us. I have to go get Dean.” You say from a few feet away so the men don’t think you’re talking to him, so they think you’re just grabbing another glass of champagne.

“I’ll go.”

“No, they are already staring you down. You take one step and they will follow you up there. They haven’t noticed I’m with you yet. I have to go.” You turn around, taking a sip of the champagne.

“Be careful.” Sam whispered, not daring to look at you.

“I will.”

You walk upstairs, making sure the men don’t notice you. They’re still watching Sam, thankfully. When you get up to the top, you see Dean standing in the hallway, closing one of the doors to the rooms.

“Did you get it yet?” You asked, running over to him, which is difficult in heels.

“No, there are so many goddamn rooms in this house, I’ve still got like five more rooms to check.” He says. “Why are you up here?” He questions.

“People are onto us. You need to hurry.”

Just as you say that, you can hear people walking up the stairs. You grab Dean and pull him behind one of the columns, just to where you two were out of sight to anyone walking in the hallway. You admit, the two of you were in a compromising position. He was leaned up against the column and you were pressed up against him, your head against his chest.

He goes to say something, but you press you hand against his mouth and raise a finger to your lips, indicating that he needs to be quiet.

“I don’t see anybody up here. You’re just being paranoid, Seb.” You hear a man’s voice booming from down the hallway. The voices trail away as well as their footsteps, and you peek your head around the corner.

“We’re clear.” You whisper. Your bodies are still pressed together, and Dean looks down at you, you feeling his hot breath against your skin. His eyes are sparkling and his arms are wrapped your waist- you admit, he looked really good.

“We, uh, we need to find the bracelet.” You say nervously, pushing yourself away from him.

“Right. The bracelet.” He nods, following you back into the hallway.

“I haven’t checked this room yet.” Dean points to a door, and you follow him inside. Just like the rest of the house, the room is absolutely beautiful.

You walk over to the dresser, pulling open the top drawer. A shiny bracelet with a blue stone in the center of it was set on top of a pillow, almost begging to be taken.

“This it?” You hold it up to Dean.

“Yes, thank god.” Dean shoves it in his tuxedo pocket.

You footsteps approaching the room, along with the same man’s voice from earlier. Panic fills your chest and you freeze. How are you supposed to explain this if they walk in? You can’t exactly just be like, ‘Hey, yeah we were stealing your jewelry. Excuse us.’

“Dean, kiss me.” You say.

“Wh-“ He begins, but you cut him off by pressing your mouth to his. He kisses you back immediately, sneaking his arms around your waist and bringing you into the same position you were in at the column. The door to the room opens, and you and Dean pull apart.

“Oh, we’re terribly sorry-“ The man apologizes, blush filling his cheeks.

“Yeah, you should be.” Dean snaps, and the door closes. The two men outside start mumbling and then they walk away.

“That was-“ Dean looks at you, an expression you can’t quite read.

“Yeah, fuck, that was close. Good thing I was here to save the day.” You joke.

“Yeah. Close.” He breathes heavily.

“We should leave now. Before someone realizes its missing.” You start to walk out the door. Dean is silent as he follows you back downstairs. Sam has a relieved look on his face when he sees the two of you coming back unharmed.

“I thought you were both screwed when I saw them go upstairs.” Sam says, the three of you walking back to the impala.

“Yeah, we came close to getting caught. They opened the door while we were in the room grabbing it.” You slide into the car, back into your uncomfortable middle seat.

“How’d you manage to get out of that one?” Sam looks shocked. Dean grunts, and sits down to your left to start the car. His hand landing on your thigh doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Said we were looking for the bathroom.” You lie. You’re not sure why you just lied to Sam, but the feeling of Dean’s hand inching up your thigh was not a feeling you ever thought you’d get from Dean. Sure, he’s attractive, but you had never really thought of him that way before… Not until tonight.

The drive back to the bunker was ten times more uncomfortable than the drive there. Dean’s hand never left your thigh, but the minute it would get to the hem your dress, he would bring his hand back down to your knee, repeating the process. Your breath was hitching and you were sure that you were soaking through your underwear. If Sam noticed what was going on, he never said anything. He just kept his eyes focused on the window the entire time.

The minute you got to the bunker, Sam shot out of the car and went to his room, looking uncomfortable. Oh, he knew.

“Y/N, we have to talk…” Dean sets the keys down on the kitchen table.

“Look, it was just purely for business-“

“No, it wasn’t. You felt it, too. And I could tell how turned on you were in the car.” Dean walked up closer to you, pinning you up against the kitchen counter. “Remember earlier today when you told me that I think of you as a little sister?” He fiddled with the hem of your dress.

You nodded, unable to form any words.

“You couldn’t be any further from the truth.”

He smashed his lips against yours, his kiss full of lust and need. He lifts you onto the counter, not breaking the kiss as he lifts your dress up past your hips, revealing your black lace thong.

“This is pretty.” He says, and he brings his head down to your lower area. He takes your thong between his teeth, bringing the lacy material down your legs and onto the floor.

It was the most erotic thing you’d probably ever seen.

Dean starts planting kisses up your legs, starting from your calves and stopping right at your upper thigh.

“Dean, please, stop teasing.” You breathe out, desperate for more.

“Be patient, baby girl.” He mumbled against your skin, and finally his lips pressed to your clit. You moan, the feeling of his tongue on you radiating throughout your body. He enters a finger inside of you, making you moan even louder. You clamp your hand over your mouth, but Dean reached up and moved your hand.

“Don’t. I want to hear you.” He smirked, entering a second finger. With the rate he was going, you weren’t going to last very long.

“Fuck, Dean, I’m going to cum.” You’re a moaning mess, and he picks up his pace. You clench around his fingers, coming around him. Dean removes his fingers and puts them in his mouth, licking them clean.

“You taste so sweet.” He gets up, giving you a deep kiss. You’d never had a man kiss you after eating you out, but man, did it turn you on even more. Or maybe it was just Dean.

You brought your hand to his pants, palming his hard erection through the clothing. He groaned, and you started to fumble with his belt. Sliding it off, you pulled down his pants and his boxers in one motion, leaving his hard member in your hands.

“Damn, Dean.” You commented. He was perfect. He positioned himself with your entrance, and entered himself slowly.

“Fuck,” Dean hisses, throwing his head back in pleasure. He starts to move at a faster pace, the only sounds in the room being both of your moans and skin slapping together.

“I’m going to cum again,” You tell him, the pleasure you’re experiencing being more than any you ever had. The man knows what he’s doing.

“Cum, Y/N, cum on my cock.” Dean says, and this brings you to your second orgasm. The feeling of your walls clenching around him made Dean reach his orgasm as well, his warm spurts filling your insides.

“Holy fuck.” Dean breathes out, pulling out of you. He grabs a towel from the drawer beside you, wiping the two of you off.

“That was…” You trail off, unable to find words.

“You were great.” Dean tosses the towel across the room, it landing right in front of the laundry room. You hop off the kitchen counter, and Dean hands you your thong.

“Sam’s gonna be pissed you just used a nice towel.” You laugh. You slide your underwear back on, and you pull your dress back down your body.

“Worth it.” Dean smiles at you, kissing you once more.

“You know,” you pull away. “Dresses are way more convenient than I remember.”

Dabin; the real estate issue

Originally posted by korean-hip-hop

Morning wasn’t really your thing, so when your alarm blazed off filling the small room you groped for your phone next to your pillow and hit the locked button at the side, snoozing it off. A small breath escaped your lips, snuggling your face closer against the cold and soft pillowcase. You could smell the scent of your shampoo stuck against it and the tingling senses helped to deplete the dazed you were in. “Hey,” Dabin’s voice called out from behind you heavy with asleep moving his arms and tugging you closer against his chest. “Good morning.” He whispered, his lips right next to your ear as you moved to lay in your stomach letting your nose sunk inside the pillow and your hands cuddling it from underneath.

“Morning.” You mumbled, the pillow absorbing the sound making it sound incoherent.

He draped a hand over your waist, moving closer to your side with her eyes still closed when you prepped an eye open. His skin seemed to glow underneath the soft black locks that fell in front of his face and the stillness of the room engulfing the only two presences of heat in the room. “Babe…,” his croaky voice filled your ears making you snuggled against the pillow closer, nuzzling your nose against the soft material. “Are you still on your period?” he continued, your eyes fluttering closed when his fingers ran down your t shirt, tracing the side of your waist.

“Yes.” You managed to reply in a dazed, somewhat conscious.

He hummed in reply and pressed himself against you, the whine in his lips clear as you felt his pain against your side. “I’m so fucking horny.” He said, making you laugh softly opening your eyes to look at your boyfriend and the side of his lips tugged as well when he opened his eyes upon noticing you staring at him. “Do you want me to help?” you offered, turning to your side to face him, cuddling your cold hand underneath your cheek.

He shook his head closing his eyes. “I’m good.”

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Wanna join? (M)

Part 1 

“Oh yes… don’t stop Baby…”

Okay, yes. That das definitely a moan! You felt your cheeks turning hot and other parts of your body… The voice was just so deep and raspy, it sounded delicately forbidden.
You pushed the door a little open and peeked your head inside. The shower was on and it was foggy and hot, the steam clung to the mirrors.

GENRE: Smuttish, final smut in the second part

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The Incident™

Rated: Explicit
Word count: 2673
Summary: Being roommates for as long as they had been, they really should’ve seen this coming before now… OR she saw his, then he saw hers, then they did something about it.

Thanks to @cutiepiemish who helped beta 😊

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The Incident™

Betty was exhausted. She had just finished her fourth twelve hour shift in a row- “a story never sleeps, Elizabeth,” her mother would say- and she was so excited for her head to hit the pillow she could hardly see straight.

That’s probably why she didn’t hear the shower running when she entered her apartment, that’s probably why she didn’t notice the dirty clothes sticking out of the slightly open bathroom door, and that’s also probably why she didn’t register that her very handsome, very wet, very naked roommate was getting himself out of the shower and reaching for his towel when she barged in, until it was infinitely too late.

He screamed. She screamed. Neither of them moved. He was frozen in all his toned, lithe glory, completely exposed before her and she was equally frozen staring, embarrassed while simultaneously sending thanks to whatever gods happened to be on her side.

After several moments spent suspended in time, Betty broke the silence. “JUGGIE! Oh my god, I am so so so so so so sorry!”

It was as if her words snapped him out of whatever trance he was in. He scrambled for his towel to cover himself in order to preserve whatever modesty he still had. She tried to cover her eyes and step out of the steamy room to give him the illusion of privacy.

“It’s okay, Betts,” he assured her. “It’s not like you haven’t seen me almost naked before anyway, right?”

“Haha, yeah.” Except she hadn’t almost seen him naked. You’d think so, because they’ve lived together for the duration of most of their adult lives, but she had done very well at giving him the space she knew a twenty-something guy would want. She was his roommate, not his girlfriend.

The closest to naked she’d seen before that night was probably him sans shirt after a hard day of work with Archie and his father at the construction company. She’d never even seen him in his boxer briefs and absolutely never without his beanie.

“Okay, so I’m just gonna… go to my… room now. Okay?” He said, awkwardly trying to shuffle past her.

“Um, yeah. I’m just gonna… go to bed.” She forwent any bathroom usage and buried herself in her pillows, embarrassment and all.

-

She tried so hard to pretend that night never happened. Really, she did. Except she had always found Jughead attractive and after you see a body like his with a face like his and hair like his, it’s really hard to pretend you didn’t see a thing. So she avoided him the next day, and the day following that, until she was finally able to meet with Veronica.

“V!” Betty whined, shoving her face into a pillow, willing it to smother her shame. When that didn’t work she continued: “What do I do now? I mean, we’ve been roommates forever! You and Archie have known us forever! Did I just disrupt the dynamic of the Core Four? WHAT DO I DO?!”

Veronica struggled to hold in her laughter. Leave it to Betty Cooper to feel guilty about seeing a gorgeous man in all his glory, as if Jughead would mind. He’s only loved her for forever. “Uh, B? First thing’s first; get a hold of yourself. Secondly, you are aware that to Jug you may as well have hung the sun in the sky, right? He’s in love with you, sweetie.”

Betty rolled her eyes at Veronica’s suggestion. Seriously, she and Jughead had lived together for almost six years. If he showed any interest in her the way she had in him, surely he would have said something by now. Veronica continued despite Betty’s stubborn denial. “You should give him a peek, B. It’s only fair.”

“What.” Betty replied using a statement rather than a question. She could hardly believe Veronica would suggest such a thing. “How in the hell would you suggest I give him a ‘peek’ exactly?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Use your imagination. You don’t even need to tell him if you aren’t comfortable with it.” She paused, tapping a well-manicured fingernail against her chin. “Oh! I got it! Sometime when you know he’s home, run out of your bedroom in your lacy cheeky lingerie set. You know the one. When he sees you, pretend you didn’t think he was home and voila! Everyone is even and the two of you can bang and get it out of your system. Or marry him. Whichever”

Betty laughed. Whether Veronica was joking or not (Betty had a feeling she was not), she thought that her idea might actually work. It would, at the very least, help Betty feel less guilty.

The two women spent the rest of the afternoon discussing mundane topics while simply enjoying one another’s company before Veronica left for her and Archie’s apartment. “See you soon, B. And if you follow through, you better provide me with all the deets!” She spun with a flourish and took off towards the elevator down the hall.

-

That night Betty dreamt of smooth skin glistening with slick moisture sliding over her own warm, bare body, fingers exploring uncharted territory and tongues warring with one another through deep, intoxicating kisses. It was a really great dream and she most definitely did not want to wake up.

-

Betty, wearing her finest lacy lingerie set- light blue cheeky panties with a matching bra and garter- checked herself over in her floor-length mirror. Her bedroom door was closed and the rest of the apartment empty for the time being, though Jughead was due home any minute. She had a plan. She would hear him come in, put her earbuds in her ears, and strut her stuff “accidentally” in front of her roommate, feigning ignorance to the fact that he would be home at all.

She turned so that her butt was facing the mirror. Did she look alright? Would he think she was attractive? A very big part of her hoped so.

She finally heard the apartment door open then close again. She took a deep, centering breath and put the earbuds in their designated positions before turning on her playlist and heading out of her room.

She was disappointed, however, to find that he was nowhere to be seen. She could’ve sworn she heard the door though. She walked through their apartment and yanked her earbuds from her ears. “Juggie?” No answer. His bedroom door was closed, though, indicating he had probably gone straight there. Still avoiding the awkwardness, no doubt.

Well, Betty couldn’t exactly just barge into his room unannounced and nearly nude, could she? No. She went back to her room and threw some leggings on with a comfortable tee and ventured to the kitchen to dig up some lunch.

As she was standing at the stove watching her burgers sizzle, she heard Jughead’s door open. “Whatcha makin’, Betts?” He asked, leaning over her shoulder to get a better look.

“Your favorite, Jug. Grab some plates?” If this was the most normal they had been in several days, she would take it without complaint, despite her plan not having worked the way she would have liked.

She flipped the burgers and checked on the fries which were finishing up in the air fryer as Jughead brought two plates over. They worked together to finish their lunch, then sat down to enjoy.

-

After their lunch that day, everything seemed to be back to normal, except Betty found Jughead wore less clothing and more confidence around her. She both loved and hated this new version of him.

He was pretty much constantly in shorts if not his boxer briefs alone. No shirt. No beanie. His body wasn’t incredibly built, but more defined and toned with hidden hills and valleys of muscle. He had the body of someone who was much stronger than they appeared.

Betty really liked it.

But for the length of their friendship and their roommate status, he’s been boxed up in Betty’s mind as Jughead: Friend and Roommate and Totally Off Limits. This new Jughead made fitting into that box in Betty’s mind incredibly difficult.

She tried her hardest to ignore that feeling deep in her belly that suggested she needed a new box for him.

-

Betty was late as hell. She had a 20 minute commute to work and less than ten minutes before she was due to start. She was floundering around trying to find a damn shirt when she looked at the clock. She was so fired after today.

“FUCK!” She yelled as she started digging deeper… nothing she picked up looked as though it would fit or look right and she was about to break down and cry.

“Betty?” Jughead asked as he opened her door. “Are you… Naked! Oh god you’re naked fuck Betts I’m so sorry…” he was staring. Not covering his eyes. Apologizing, yeah, but made no move to correct his error before Betty grabbed the nearest thing she could find to cover herself. His eyes darkened.

“Hi, Jug,” she said, her voice a mixture of embarrassment and something… else. Satisfaction, perhaps, that her plan was carried out after all despite it coming into fruition in a completely unexpected and inconvenient way.

“Call off work, Betty.” He told her. It wasn’t a request but rather a very serious demand.

“Why?” She asked, noticing but trying her best to ignore the sultry look in his eye.

“Just… Do it. Please.” And with that, he turned and headed for his own room.

-

He was only gone a few moments before returning to her bedroom just as she was hanging up her phone. She, much to his dismay, had thrown a baggy shirt over herself in his absence.

“Did they take it well?” He asked her, the dark features of his face still taking in the parts of her that remained exposed.

“They said I deserved a day after all the extra hours I’ve put in. I’m off the hook.”

“Excellent,” he muttered as he strode toward her bed. “May I sit?”

She shifted to make room for him. In doing so, the hem of her shirt reached a dangerous position, nearly baring her to his hungry gaze. She could have sworn she heard him whimper, though he would deny it she was sure.

“So… That happened.” She laced her fingers together and placed her hands in her lap willing her forced, awkward smile to get the hell off her face.

“That it did. So. You saw mine and I saw yours.”

“Yep,” she replied, her lips audibly popping at the end of the word.

“And what should we do about that, Betty?” He asked, clearly suggesting he already had an idea of what he’d like to do. She blushed from her chest to her forehead. He tossed a devastatingly handsome smirk in her direction.

“Listen, Juggie. We’ve been roommates forever and more importantly friends. Whatever happens here today, let’s not forget that, okay?” Ever the voice of reason, Betty needed to say it.

Jughead nodded and she pounced.

-

She brought her hands to either side of his face and brought her lips to his in a bruising kiss, which he eagerly returned. His hands found her waist with ease as he pulled her onto him so that she straddled his lap, allowing their bodies easier access to one another.

“You know, you’re really sexy under all those layers, Juggie,” Betty said between breaths.

He let out a small chuckle. “Your body is incredible, Betts. Incredible.” His mouth connected with hers again, tongues tasting one another, before he added, “Your legs go on for days.”

Her mouth moved from his over to his jawline where she nipped, eliciting a growl from his chest which she was very eager to hear again. Her lips traveled from his jaw to his ear, down to the thick tendon in his neck.

His hands roamed her body as she tasted his skin. He filed away the hills and valleys of her form over her clothing before he grabbed the hem of her shirt and silently requested permission by tugging at it.

Betty nodded, permission granted.

She broke away from the spot she had been lavishing on his collarbone so that he could remove the only thing separating his hungry gaze from all of her. He tossed the offending article to the ground before bringing his hands to her breasts with a soft groan of appreciation.

“Betts, you’re perfect.” He lowered his mouth to one of her nipples while finding the other with his thumb. She rolled her hips over him in response.

“Are we really doing this, Jug?”

“Fuck, yes, Betty Cooper. Absolutely.”

“Excellent,” she replied before shoving herself off his lap. She kneeled beside him and encouraged him to help her remove his boxers. As he did so, she wasted no time feeling his impressive length. “I’ve wanted to do this since the day I saw you,” she said.

“Do wha-” Before he could finish his question, her mouth had descended. He uttered wordless praise and wound his fingers into her golden locks as she worked him with both her mouth and hand until he could hardly stand it.

He gently, and reluctantly, pulled her off him before he could finish. “Your turn,” he whispered urging her to lay before him.

He nudged her legs open. Starting at her feet, he softly drug his fingertips up her legs, approaching her inner thighs but he completely bypassed where she wanted him the most. He could see her desire, yet he couldn’t resist teasing.

He brought his mouth to her breast where he nibbled and kissed her nubs until she was practically panting his name, begging for his touch.

“What do you want, Elizabeth?”

“Your mouth, your fingers, your dick… just you. All of you. Please.”

He smiled before dropping his fingertips to her center. She was so wet, he had to taste her. Once his head was nestled between her legs, her fingers found his unruly black strands where she held on for the ride.

His tongue danced around her sensitive bundle of nerves while his fingers pumped in and out of her, quickly unraveling her to a shaking mess. “Juggie, I’m so close,” she sighed. He quickened his pace until he felt her come undone. He slowly worked her through it before bringing his lips up to hers where he allowed her to taste herself.

Before she had a chance to say or do anything, Jughead had already procured the condom he must have brought from his bedroom and stashed somewhere in the bed and was rolling it onto himself. He lined up with her entrance and paused.

“Are you sure?” He asked

“Just do it, please! No more teas-ah!”

He thrust into her causing her words to get caught in her throat. He allowed her to adjust to his size for a moment before slowly pulling almost all the way out. Again he paused and after a moment pushed back in. Both Betty and Jughead became lost in the pleasure of it along with one another.

Through it all, their lips kept finding each other and hushed whispers were passed between the two of them. Why did we wait so long, you feel amazing, Juggie, please don’t ever stop, and I think I might love you along with I think I might love you too.

She shattered first, her inner walls fluttering around him causing him to tumble after, coming with her name on his lips.

-

“That was… wow.” Betty said.

“You bet it was,” Jughead replied as he laid back down beside her.

They sat in comfortable silence for several moments before he asked, “So where does this leave us, Betts?”

Her face lit up with a dazzling smile. “Well Forsythe, as long as you never call me Elizabeth again, you’re never getting rid of me.”

He smiled that kind of smile reserved for the best moments in life before wrapping himself around her. “You got it, Betts.”


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Friendship Is Nice. Friendship and Lingerie Is Nicer.

Summary: CS Modern AU. Friends to Lovers. Emma gets some new lingerie and, intending to get approval from her friends, accidentally sends some revealing pictures to the wrong group chat. Smut ensues.

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Rated M. 6.6k words ~ also on ao3

Emma Swan has not owned a decent set of lingerie in far too long. It’s not as if she’s had anyone to wear it around, has had any need for it. The thought of needing an upgrade to her sexy wardrobe isn’t something her friends have needled her about in a while and therefore, hasn’t crossed her mind.

She’s just gotten her income tax money and seeing as she’s finally in a financially stable enough place in her life to not need to spend the money on bills, she takes a slightly reluctant but much-needed trip to the nearest mall. Too many unstylishly ripped jeans and torn t-shirts have been piling up in her wardrobe and, really, her lack of anything that ranges outside the bounds of leather and simple cotton is kind of sad.

She’s made a decent dent in her wallet—a couple of sheer shirts (who knew sheer was so in), a floral dress, a little black dress Ruby will whole-heartedly approve of, a nice green jacket that is decidedly not leather, and even a pencil skirt—when she passes the Victoria’s Secret.

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Catch Me

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: A platonic relationship with Bucky may become something more.

Word Count: 3.0k

Warnings: fluff ‘n angst, blood, violence, death (the usual)

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Originally posted by xmidnight-moonlightx

“Catch me, Bucky!” you called, dropping from the rafters of the training room. “Bucky, Bucky, catch me!” You felt the air rush by your ears as you approached the ground, the edges of your vision blurring… and then your body collided with a strong pair of arms, breaking your fall. You glanced up into a pair of steely blue eyes that were attempting to hide amusement.

“(Y/n).” Bucky sighed as he gently placed you back on the ground. “You have got to stop doing that. I might not always be around to catch you.” You cocked your head to the side.

“You will always be around to catch me, I have no doubt in my mind.” You strode away from your best friend as he stared after you, a hint of a smile on his lips.

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Every Road (1)  (Soulmate au)

Summary: One day every human being on the planet received a mark in some place on their body at the same time; these marks are the initials of your soulmate and their date of birth. What do you do when your soulmate is not the person that you have a relationship with?

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1144

Warnings: Angst, fuffly and other sad things.

Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta, you are Amazing and a cute pie.

Originally posted by sssmcdlove

Originally posted by thaisiensen-blog

The universe decided to give everyone a gift, a soulmate. Someone that could understand you like nobody ever did, someone who would give you exactly what you need it and you could give them the same.

One day every human being on the planet received a mark in some place on their body at the same time; this mark was the initials of your soulmate and their date of birth. You received yours in the shower when you felt something on your hip.

It wasn’t painful, was more like getting a tattoo, uncomfortable and annoying. You don’t dare to look right away, you feel that something changed but you can’t say if it was something good or not.

You keep staring at your engagement ring, what are the odds of your fiancé being your soul mate? You two barely spend time together anymore, he was always working or out with his friends.

 You take off your robe, looking at the mirror you see J.B.B  03.10.1917 on your hipbone. You take a deep breath not only your fiancé wasn’t your soulmate but he was a really old guy.

You start crying not knowing what to do, part of you was already accepting that you were going to die alone and that Ryan was not the right guy for you. The other part was praying that maybe you would find someone with the same bad lucky as you.

You stayed in your bed for hours until you heard the front door of your flat being open, you see your fiancé entering the door with a guilty expression on his face and smelling like cheap sex  “Are you going to break up with me, Ryan?” He sits by your side on the bed and catches your hands on his “I know my soulmate, I knew her all my life and I always knew that I loved her. But you always seemed the right thing.”

“Did you ever sleep with her while we are together?” He squeezes your hand trying to bring you some comfort “A few times… I can’t explain, it always felt so right, being around her always felt so good and right.” Your heart broken taking the best of you, you slap Ryan’s face “I deserved that.”

“Yes, you did, here take this. I want you out of this house by tomorrow morning.” You say handing him your ring. You put the first piece of clothing you find and leave the flat thinking about what you are doing next.

You start driving; you don’t know for how long, you only stop when you see a small bar down the road. You feel a lot of things right now, anger, sadness and fear. You know that your soulmate is alive; you know that he feels as lost as you and it surprises you that he can still see anything with the old age.

You start to drink, but nothing can make this hopeless feeling go away. You try beer, wine and vodka but nothing seems to be able to make you drunk enough to relax. You consider having sex with the guy that is eying you all night but it feels wrong.

It was a beautiful night, the stars were shining so bright and the cold air gave you the comfort you were looking for all night. You sit on a bench seeing people entering and exiting the bar. One particular tall guy catches your attention, he is gorgeous and looks dangerous.

He has beautiful dark brown hair and the most piercing blue eyes you have ever seen. Feeling brave you decide to talk to the guy, you don’t feel like you have nothing left to lose “Hey, handsome, do you have some light?”

He blushes at your words, you find this adorable “This stuff can kill you.” You laugh at him “We aren’t all gonna die anyway?” He shrugs taking the cigarette from your hands “Yes, but that doesn’t mean that you have to speed the process.”

“You don’t even know me, why do you care?” The guy stays in silence for a few minutes, for a moment you even feel grateful for the guy, he is not letting you go down in a rabbit hole with a new addiction “I like to prevent people from making bad choices.”

“What a hero.” You say sarcastic, he sits by your side and asks sweetly “Do you want to talk about what is bothering you?”  You shake your head a no, biting your lip you ask “Why you are being so nice? What do you want from me?”

“You look like you need a friend, someone to talk to and I don’t know why I feel as if I need to help you.” His voice is sincere, you feel the need to tell him everything that’s bothering you but you stay silent not trusting yet on the strange man by your side “I’m not gonna pressure you to tell me anything, but I might help.”

You smile sadly at him “Have you received your soulmate mark today?” He nods “Do you know them?” This time he shakes his head a no, you continue to talk “Don’t you think it’s cruel? We have to spent our whole lives searching for someone, doesn’t matter who that person is or what they done.”

He puts his hands on yours, you feel some kind of electricity running through your body but you try not giving much thought about it, maybe it’s just your drunken brain acting “Maybe you are looking this the wrong way, it’s not a punishment it’s a gift. A person who will… complete you and love you no matter what.” 

A few tears scape from your eyes “It sucks, I’m never gonna have this… sorry… I should go home.” You get up too fast, you would almost fall if it wasn’t for him “I’m not gonna let you drive, do you want me to call someone to pick you up?”

You shake your head, so he asks “Do you want a lift?” You feel the uncertainty in his voice “I don’t even know your name.” He laughs still holding you by the waist “You can call me Bucky.” For the first time in the night you give him a genuinely smile “What kind of name is this?”

“Oh no, doll, my name is James Buchanan Barnes, so Bucky is a nickname.” You feel yourself falling again, you introduce yourself watching as he gets pale. You get off his arms and he says “It’s you.”

“That’s not possible; you are thirty something not a hundred years old.” You see him taking a deep breath and pushing his hair back “Actually, I don’t know how to explain to you…” You don’t know what to say, you trusted him and this is odd.

“Sorry, I just can’t, James… not right now.”

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I Don’t Want You to Leave (M)

Originally posted by wellhell0therenicetomeetyou

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Fluffy smut
Summary: You don’t want Jimin to go to work early on a Saturday so you seduce him to make him stay.

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Jimin goes to work super early in the morning. He normally sets two alarms to help pace his morning routine and to wake him up just in case he falls back asleep. He didn’t have to leave for work until 8:00am, but he was a very punctual guy who hated being late so he always left ten minutes early in preparation for the worse case scenario. Mornings for Jimin consisted of a shower and his bathroom routine, breakfast, getting dressed, and gathering his work bag to double check that he didn’t forget anything. He always tried his hardest to be quiet in the mornings, but his alarms counteracted his efforts. You eventually learned to somehow sleep through them, they no longer bothered you, but some days you just couldn’t ignore it.

“Beep beep beep bee-”

Jimin quickly pressed the button on the alarm clock and set another one. Your eyes fluttered open at the sudden noise and you sighed once you saw the time. It was 6:10 in the morning. You felt your husband shuffle under you and let out a sigh of his own. The position that you were sleeping in allowed you to be an anchor for him, you were able to hold him down. Your head was on his chest and your arm was slung across his middle. At some point while you were sleeping, you had thrown your leg over his and they became intertwined with each other. When the alarm went off, he was hesitant to move because he didn’t want to wake you. You used this to your advantage to try to hold him in place.

After a few minutes, he sighed again and tapped you.

“Babe, I have to get up.” He said, voice deep and heavy with sleep.

You pouted as you opened your eyes and looked up at him. “No~ I want you to stay in bed with me.”

“I know,” He said “I do too, but I have to get ready for work.”

“I don’t want you to leave…”

Even though it was the middle of summer, your room was still too cool for your liking and Jimin was so warm. If he got out of bed, all of the warmth would leave with him and you would be left there, freezing in your own bed. It was also a Saturday and you didn’t understand why he had to go to work and why he couldn’t just spend the day with you.

“Why do you have to work on a Saturday anyway?” You asked, nestling your head back onto his chest.

“There are some things that I have to finish at work and they’re all due on Monday. I’m only working a half a day today, jagi.” He reassured you. “So that way I won’t have to worry about work for the rest of the weekend and I can spend more time with you.” He kissed the top of your head.

“Fine.” You grumble as you roll off of him. He sat up and got out of the covers. Just as you had suspected, the bed immediately got cooler and you were trapped in a bundle of empty sheets. You shivered when the air hit your back and Jimin noticed this and quickly filled his spot with the blanket. You watched with tired eyes as he walked over to his desk and sat down in his chair and started putting things in his bag. He was shirtless and you couldn’t help but stare at his muscles that flexed at every movement. His hair was messy, yet he still looked extremely sexy, the light pouring into your room from the window hitting him at the perfect angles. He looked like an angel.

When his bag was all packed he stood up, stretched and yawned. He walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him, disappointing you just slightly. A minute later, you hear the shower come on and your mind starts to wander. You stare at the door, contemplating on whether or not you should go into the bathroom and join him in the warm shower. Your mind said yes but your body screamed no. You were lazy and tired and you honestly didn’t really feel like walking across the room to the bathroom. So you settled for fantasizing about him in the shower.

You imagined Jimin getting undressed in front of the mirror, possibly taking a moment to inspect his incredibly toned muscles, and then stepping into the shower, the water soaking his gorgeous honey skin and highlighting his abs as it streamed down his body. Then he would grab the soap and lather himself in the scented body wash you loved so much. He would reach every inch of his beautiful body, his arm muscles flexing as he scrubbed his skin. His hands would travel his body, over his arms and shoulders, around his neck, across his pecks, down into the defined cuts of his abs, lower, lower, running up the mind blowing length of his cock– ugh his dick~!! Your mouth was practically watering at the thought of it, strong and large even when flaccid. He would run his hands up and down its length, giving him pleasure in the warm water. Would he think of your sleeping body in the room next to him as he rubbed himself? Would he also fantasize and wish that you would join him like you did? Would he imagine that his hand was yours or even your mouth? You wondered if he grew hard at the thought of you tou-

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the bathroom door opening. You opened your eyes and looked at the clock, realizing that 15 minutes had passed. You must have fallen asleep… Your eyes find Jimin walking around the room with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. You lick your lips at the sight and unconsciously your hands wander down between your legs, into your underwear, surprising you when you find yourself wet. Curiosity led your eyes down to his covered parts and you were disappointed when you saw that there wasn’t a bulge in the towel. This is the moment that gave you the will power and energy to pull yourself out of bed. It seemed unfair to you that the thought of him could make you instantly wet and that your fantasies didn’t come true like you expected them to. Now you were determined to make him just as excited as you were and keep him home so that you could make your fantasies become a reality.

Your feet hit the floor as you sit up and move to the side of the bed. Jimin turned his head to see what you were doing and locked eyes with you as you strutted toward him, trying your hardest to be enticing. Your hips swayed with every step and your movements were slow as you neared him. He stood in place, watching your body with raised eyebrows and a slack jaw.

“(Y/n), what are y-”

You cut him off once you were face to face with him. “Minnie~” you whined, “I wanna spend time with you.” You pouted. Then you look behind him and back him up into his desk chair. Once he sits, you straddle his lap, your underwear rubbing against his towel. You wrap your arms around his neck and give him a cute look. He places his hands on your thighs as he speaks.

“We can spend the whole day together after I finish my work.”

“And when will that be?”

He thinks for a moment before answering. “12:30”

“12 noon.” You say sharply and he gives you a questioning look before he understands what you mean.

“Ok fine I’ll be back by 12. Then we can go out to lunch together.” He gives you a warm smile and you lean forward and kiss him lightly. When you lean back from the kiss you notice a slight change in his face. His eyes grow wide for a moment and it takes you a few seconds to realize that you had accidentally grinded on him.

You ask him if he can stay with you just a little longer and he refuses, forcing you to go with your original plan. You move off of his lap and stoop down in front of the chair, sitting between his legs. The towel is loosely wrapped around his waist, so it makes it easy for you to unwrap your gift. Once he is exposed, you grab onto his length and look up at him with puppy dog eyes. “Are you sure?” You question deviously as you feel him grow hard in your grasp. Your hand moves slowly up and down his shaft while you stare at him, observing how he swallows and tries to hold himself back.

This distraction makes it hard for Jimin to speak so he just bites his lip and watches your actions. Now fully erect in your hand, you bend down and kiss the head of his dick, making him flinch. You feel the slight movement of his hips as he tries to buck up and you know you have him right where you want him. Your hand stops and you let go of him as you stand up.

“It’s ok, we can spend time together after work. I’m gonna go cook breakfast for you.” You say, your peppy voice breaking the silence that has built up in the room. Before you get a chance to walk away, Jimin grabs your arm and pulls you back down on his lap.

You let out a little yelp at how fast he brings you down and he leans in close to your ear. “You know I can’t go to work like this.” He says, giving the shell of your ear a lick and then looking down as he rubs himself against your bottom. “You’re gonna have to help me take care of it.” He pulls you into a heated kiss and deepens it by gently grabbing the back of your head. His tongue slides along your bottom lip and you easily grant him access, opening your mouth so he can explore it. You let him claim dominance as he swirls his tongue with yours and you moan into the kiss. When you pull back to take a breath, he catches your bottom lip between his teeth and pulls lightly.

By this point you can feel him twitching underneath you desperately, so you position yourself between his legs again and push him back so you have better access. Then you take off your shirt, being considerate of Jimin’s view before you grab a hold of him at the base. You pump him a few times and then lick the side of his cock from base to tip, collecting the precum on your tongue when you reach the top. He lets out a low groan and you try to hold back a grin. You lock eyes with him as you lower your mouth onto him and a deep groan of relief resounds from his chest, loving the way your lips fit around him. Your tongue swirls around the head a few times before you take him in further and he lets out another sound of satisfaction. Slowly, you take him all the way in until your nose hits his abdomen and he is as deep as he can go. The sight and feeling of being all the way in your mouth is almost too much for Jimin and he has to hold himself back so that he doesn’t move. There is a stinging in the back of your throat and you swallow around him, causing him to gasp and whimper at the feeling.

“Mmm shit, (Y/n). You feel so fucking good.” He breaths. You can’t help but smirk around him.

You remove your mouth from him and grab a hold of his member, now slick and dripping with saliva and precum, while you try to breathe again, lungs burning from the lack of oxygen. Your hand slides effortlessly up and down his length, squeezing him with just the right amount of pressure. Jimin’s gaze is almost burning through you as he watches your every movement with half-lidded eyes. You continue to pump him, but engulf your lips around him once more and bob your head up and down at a mild pace, your mouth and hand working in sync. The sounds coming from your husband are the most sexy moans you have ever heard as you work his cock, his moans getting higher in pitch and more frequent, the neediness in his voice a telltale sign that he is close. You swipe your tongue over his slit and around his head at every chance you get, your pace quickening as he neared his end. His legs tensed up and he started to buck up into your mouth subtly as he chased after his orgasm, now desperately gripping the armrest so hard that his knuckles turn white. Glancing up at him, you see the desire in his eyes and immediately know what he’s thinking, so you give him what he wants, grabbing his hands and placing them on the top of your head. You stopped your movements and lifted your mouth off of his dick, causing a disappointed groan to escape his lips. But the fire in his eyes was reignited when he hears your words.

“Face fuck me.”

His eyes widened at your words, but he did not hesitate to adjust himself slightly and follow your instructions. You hollowed your cheeks and tightened your grip around him, bracing yourself as you stared up at him and waited for his movements. The hold he had on your hair tightened to keep you still and he began thrusting his hips up into your mouth, warming you up with a few cautious thrusts before suddenly snapping his hips at a fast pace, starting to get lost in the feeling. His orgasm got closer and closer as you observed his face, taking in every detail of how it contorted with pleasure, trying to distract yourself from the burning in your throat and the urge to gag every time he went a little deeper. His moans and groans got louder and higher until he was reduced to releasing sexy whimpers, each sound sending shockwaves through your body and straight down to your core and you couldn’t help but moan around him, the vibrations sending him over the edge, curses and your name flying out of his mouth. His hips stuttered as his orgasm overtook his body and he came into your mouth, your hand moving slowly along him to help him ride out his climax. You swallowed all of the love he had just spilled into you and licked your lips as you rose from your knees, cheeks flushed in a bright pink color.

He stood in front of you as your lips connected. His hands moved along the small of your back, down to your ass. He gripped your cheeks tightly and lifted you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around him, never breaking the kiss. He walked to the bed and gently placed you in the center of it, pulling away from you to take in the sight of your body. His eyes landed on the piece of fabric between your legs and he reached down to hook his fingers in the waistband. Your eyes met his as he pulled your remaining garment down your legs slowly, lifting your hips just slightly to help with the removal.

Jimin threw your panties somewhere across the room, you didn’t get a chance to see where because his lips were on yours as soon as he got them down your legs. You wanted more from the kiss but he pulled away, progressing slowly as he kissed down your body. He drew creative patterns with his tongue across your skin as he moved lower, stopping at the junction between your neck and shoulder to suck lightly because he always knew where to kiss to drive you crazy. Open mouthed kisses trailed down your body and travelled through the valley of your breasts, his hands tending to what his lips did not. The feeling of having Jimin touch and kiss every inch of your body drove you insane. He teased you when he got to your lower half, placing soft kisses on your hip bones and spreading your legs in front of him.

His lips explored every inch of your bare legs, leaving light kisses on your outer thighs and dark love marks on your inner thighs just to claim you as his. He kissed up and down your inner thighs, coming just close enough to brush up against the side of your lower lips and then skipped to the other leg. You were ticklish and getting impatient, whining when he skipped over where you wanted him the most. The build up seemed to last forever and you bucked naturally when he blew air on your exposed heat. Finally finished his journey, Jimin rested his eyes on the sight in front of him and licked his plump lips seductively as he ran two fingers along your folds, collecting your arousal.

“Damn, babe. Your dripping for me,” He cooed and hummed as he licked you off of his fingers. The sight alone sent heat down through you and you stared at the beautiful man in front of you as he continued to toy with your folds. You could feel yourself literally dripping onto the sheets below you, the anticipation eating you alive as you waited for Jimin to make his next move. “It’s ok I’ll clean up every last drop.” He said in a deeper voice that sent chills up your spine as he kissed your clit, making you flinch.

He stuck out his tongue and hesitated before moving, wanting to watch your face as you screwed your eyes shut in anticipation. He smirked when your hips began to buck towards him to encourage him, expressing how needy you were, and his mouth finally made contact with you, licking a long stripe through your folds, spreading them apart with his tongue as he went. Your back arched off of the bed and you let out a long drawn out moan. Your fingers found his soft hair and wove their way into his locks, pulling on them gently. Jimin licked up and down your slit, licking up the wetness like it was the most delicious meal he had ever tasted. His tongue moved up and circled around your clit slowly as he looked up at you. Your breathing was labored and heavy and your mouth hung open in pleasure. A smirk crawled onto his face as he observed his effect on you.

“Oh my- ohh!!” You gasped out as Jimin inserted one, then two of his fingers.

Jimin hummed at the response he was getting out of you. He loved pleasuring you and watching you come undone because of him.

“Does it feel good?” He asked innocently, but the look he gave you was dripping with lust and had ‘sinner’ written all over it.

“Yes, fuck,” You replied, cutting yourself off when he suddenly increased his pace and lowered his mouth back down to your clit. “Oh that feels fucking AMAZING, please please please don’t stop!!” You called out to him, the raspiness of sleep in your voice disappearing as you practically screamed your words. The knot in your stomach was growing rapidly as Jimin continued his ministrations. Naturally, your legs tried to squeeze together, but he kept pushing them apart with his free hand. You began to shake and pant loudly as the coil in your stomach grew tighter with every pump of his fingers. Knowing how close you were, Jimin took his fingers out of you and held your legs open, pushing them up to your chest, rendering you helpless to his stimulation. He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked harshly, licking in tight, fast circles as you called out his name. Moans and lewd, wet noises filled the room, only adding to the sensations.

Your hands were all over the place, grabbing at the sheets and his hair, wandering aimlessly until one hand found his and you locked fingers with him. The other hand settled on your breast, massaging it and pinching at your nipple. The pleasure you were feeling was almost overwhelming as Jimin licked and sucked at your core, occasionally dipping his tongue into your entrance. His other hand left your hips and reached up to tend to your other boob, adding to your pleasure as you neared the edge.

Beads of sweat formed on your forehead and chest. You were so close and Jimin never let up. He picked up his already fast pace and hummed on your most sensitive place, the vibrations going straight up your body, sending you over the edge with a cry.

“Ji-Jimin, I-I’m cu-” You couldn’t finish your sentence as the knot in your stomach unraveled and waves of pleasure coursed through your body. Heat spread throughout your being as Jimin helped you ride out your high with his fingers on your pulsing nub and breasts, rubbing in sensual slow circles. Your heart was in your ears as your entire body tingled, low moans still escaping your lips as you trembled and twitched at his every touch. He stopped his fingers and began kissing his way back up your body, tracing an imaginary line from your navel, between your breasts, and up your neck, his feathery kisses tickling your flesh. He peppered your face in kisses and then moved back down your jaw to suck on spots on your neck, leaving small but dark hickies.

You let him do whatever he wanted while you caught your breath, trying your hardest to gather up what little strength you had to not fall asleep right there in front of him. You placed your hands on his soft, warm cheeks, catching his attention, and you brought his lips to yours in a lazy but passionate kiss. You could taste yourself on him, but you really didn’t care. Pulling away from him, you stared into his eyes with love and was pleasantly surprised when he returned the look with the same amount of love and adoration as yours.

“You’re beautiful,” He said against your lips, “And sexy… and hot…” Jimin said in between playful pecks on your lips. “Did I mention sexy? Cuz damn you’re so fucking sexy!!” He said with a bright smile that melted your heart. You giggled as he attacked your face with more kisses.

Shortly after, the other alarm rang, interrupting the small make out session that had ensued. It startled you and you jumped, almost bumping foreheads with Jimin as he still hovered over you. He moved from over top of you and got off of the bed with a sigh. He turned off the alarm and turned back to you. You looked at the clock before shifting your gaze back to him. The clock read 7:00am.

“I still have to get ready for work…” He said and you groaned loudly. “But you made me all sweaty so I have to shower again,” He added, a smile creeping up his face. “Care to join me?”

You nodded and he pulled you up by your arms, helping you off of the bed and onto your slightly wobbly legs. He laughed at your unsteadiness and you glared at him playfully, bringing up the point that he was the one who did this to you.

He turned the shower on and let the water run for a few seconds, it didn’t take long for the water to heat up because he just took a shower a half an hour ago. You stepped into the shower first, moving farther into the water to give him more space so that he could join you. There was enough space for the both of you, but it was still a cramped area and you two were forced to stand really close to each other just to get under the water. Not that you minded.

Jimin stepped in behind you and took a second to admire your body as the water rushed over it, tracing your curves perfectly. You turned to face him and pulled him further into the shower by his wrists while you scolded him for staring, never daring to admit that you were doing the same thing. You watched the water soak his hair and plaster it to his forehead. Reaching up, you gently moved the hair out of his face and gave him a kiss on his plump lips. Then you turned toward the water and stood there to let it glide down the front of your body. You felt Jimin’s strong arms wrap around your middle, pulling you closer to him. You could feel his breath tickling your shoulder as he bent down and pecked it and then rested his chin on it.

“I love you,” He mumbled softly in your ear. For some reason those three words, no matter how much he said them, gave you butterflies and sent a blush to your cheeks every time. You leaned your head back onto his shoulder and closed your eyes as you responded.

“I love you too, Jimin.” And there wasn’t a doubt in your mind that you made him feel the same way as his grip on you tightened at your words. He turned his head and his lips brushed the skin of your neck as he spoke.

“I’m so glad you’re mine.” He said as he pressed his lips the side of your neck. You smirked as he continued to kiss at the sensitive skin that was still buzzing from your previous orgasm. You relaxed in his arms and released a sigh of contentment, wishing you could stay like this forever. But as you swayed with him, you felt him on your lower back. Your eyes widened and you swiftly turned in his arms to face him. A mixture of shock and confusion was present on his face as you stood there, still in his hold, staring at him with wide eyes and raised eyebrows.

“Are you getting hard again?” You asked him, a smirk threatening the corners of your mouth, but you concealed it and replaced it with a blank look feigning disgust. He swallowed and thought for a moment before cautiously answering.

“Do you want me to be hard again?” He questioned slowly, still looking your face over, trying to read your expression. You allowed the smirk to show itself as you answered slyly.

“Only if you’ll let me take care of it.” You said seductively as you push yourself closer into him so that his semi-hard cock was pressed against your stomach. He leaned closer to you, lips just out of reach.

“Deal,” He said, a smirk crawling onto his face as well. “You’re just so fucking sexy I couldn’t help but get turned on by you. I love your body, to me you are perfect.” He purred. The butterflies in your stomach made a second appearance and you blushed at his words as he stood there, studying your form as the water ran down it. But this time, you didn’t scold him for it. Instead, you posed for him, sticking out your ass and arching your back so that he had a good view of your boobs. He took the initiative and gently grasped them, your body instinctively arching into his hands that fit so perfectly around your breasts. He lightly massaged them and tweaked your nipples, bending down to kiss you and swallow your moans as he continued to play with your body. You enjoyed the contact, but you also needed to feel him inside of you, so you pulled away from his lips and bit yours as you looked at him. He momentarily stopped his motions to look at you expectantly, awaiting your words.

“I don’t need any more foreplay.” You say, grinding your hips onto his and feeling his now fully erect length rub against you. He caught the hint and pulled you in for another quick kiss before turning you and pinning you against the wall. He held your arms up above your head with one hand as he lifted your thigh with the other, putting pressure on your body with his to make sure that you don’t fall on your already wobbly legs. You locked your leg around him to free his hand and he moved his fingers along your slick folds.

“So wet,” He mumbled mostly to himself as he lined himself up with you.

You felt his head poke at your entrance and your eyes met for a brief moment before he pushed into you, sliding in almost fully, your wetness making it easy for him to slip right in. He groaned at the feeling of being inside you and you moaned at the fullness you felt. He stayed there for a couple of seconds to give you some time to adjust, and then pulled out almost completely and watched himself sink back into you slowly. His hand found your waist as he repeated the action, sticking to the slow pace as if only to frustrate you. But you didn’t complain.

“Mm, You take my cock so well, jagi,” Jimin moaned as he continued to watch himself disappear inside of you. Your hands fidgeted in his grip as you whined, wanting to touch him and hold on to him so that he could move faster. His pace picked up slightly at your whining and you bit your lip to contain the noises coming from your throat as he went deeper. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” He groaned into your neck as he bent his head down to press a kiss to it.

You wanted to reply to him, but the angle and the depth he was getting prevented your brain from forming proper words, so you could only moan in response. He usually didn’t go this slow, but he also never went this deep. He was discovering new places inside of you that neither of you had ever known existed and it felt amazing. When he hit a g-spot, your leg almost gave out on you, but luckily he was pressed against you to glue you to the wall. He repeatedly hit that spot at a slightly faster pace, moving his hips closer to you to get deeper, and you couldn’t even make any noises at the pleasure you felt. Your mouth was gaping, but no sound was coming out. You weren’t even sure you were breathing. Jimin hungrily looked at your face, the sight of you enough to make him cum right there, but he controlled himself and instead let go of your hands.

When your hands dropped, you immediately reached for his shoulders. His hands found the back of your thighs and started to lift your other leg off of the ground, making you wrap your arms around his neck to prevent you from falling. He wrapped your other leg around his waist and pushed you up against the wall harder. You were suspended between Jimin and the wall as you squeezed your legs tight around his hips, bringing him closer to you. Jimin’s hands moved farther up your thighs and held on tightly to your ass, hard enough to leave marks on your skin.

Now he was pressed up against you with all of his weight and your hard nipples rubbed against his chest as you moved. He lifted you slightly and began pounding into you, bringing you back down on his cock to meet him halfway. Your loud moans echoed in the shower as he fucked the soul out of you, skin slapping together in the fast pace.

“So deep…” You gasped out. He groaned at the breathlessness of your words and went even harder and faster, making you practically bounce up and down at the impact. You let out an especially loud moan as he hit another sweet spot and your hands flew to his hair, gripping the strands tightly as curses and moans fell from your mouth. Jimin leaned his forehead against yours and stared into your eyes as he snapped his hips into you, the intensity showing in his gaze. The control and precision of his movements never ceased to amaze you as he knew exactly how hard and how deep to go to drag every ounce of pleasure out of you.

As he got closer to his climax, his groans became more frequent and you could see the concentration on his face as his hips became a little more erratic. He attempted to kiss you, but it was really just your lips pressed together in an open mouthed kiss, panting into each other’s mouths. You felt yourself getting tighter with every thrust.

“Babe, I’m close.” You panted, not sure if he recognized that you had said words. But he responded anyway.

“Me too.” He breathed, keeping up with his intense pace. His head once again dipped down to suck spots in your neck and you whimpered at the sensation. The added stimulation was enough to push you into your climax and you came hard on his dick. Waves of pleasure pulsed through you and you shook violently as your breathing hitched, making you momentarily forget how to breath. Your body went limp in his arms as you let him ride out your orgasm and chase his own.

Jimin’s pace didn’t slow, his moans became louder and his hips more erratic as your walls contracted and spasmed around his throbbing cock. He slipped in and out of you rapidly, each movement edging him closer to his release and each one of your whimpers and moans turning him on even more.

“Cum for me, baby.” You encouraged him with breathless words, purposely tightening yourself around him. Your eyes were barely open, but you got them to function in time to see the incredibly sexy look on his face as he came.

“Ahhh, s-shit.” Jimin groaned one final time as he came deep inside of you. You moaned at the sight of his face, his rosy cheeks, closed eyes, parted lips, and thrown back head. Both of your moans filled the room as you came down from your highs. He still held on tightly to your limp body as he gently and shallowly thrust into you to ride out his orgasm. When his motions stopped, he lifted you slightly and pulled out, both of you groaning from soreness and over sensitivity. He lowered your legs down to the floor and held you up. You felt his cum dripping down your thighs and get washed away by the water as you stood. Your arms were still locked around his neck and your legs were weak. He was the only support you had because obviously your legs weren’t of much use. Your lips connected and he once again stole your breath away, dominating your mouth with his tongue and not letting you pull away for air. When he did pull away, you both just stood there in the running water, foreheads together and eyes locked. The only sounds in the bathroom were the sounds of running water and heavy breathing.

“Ok now let’s take a real shower.” You said once you could breathe again. He smiled and stood up straight. You almost collapsed, but he held you steady. “Damn it Jimin, you broke my legs!” You laughed as you tried to steady yourself.

Actually taking a shower this time, you both helped wash each other. Once clean, you stepped out of the shower, somewhat regaining function of your legs. Jimin soon followed and grabbed a towel to dry you off.

“Sorry for making you late to work.” You apologized sheepishly, feeling bad about it.

“Today doesn’t even count,” He laughed. “I could go in whenever I felt like it, I just wanted to go early so I could spend the whole day with you.” He kissed your forehead as he finished drying your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. You then turned to dry him off but he swatted your hands away.

“Let me dry you off.” You said, surprised at his stubbornness. He only shook his head and you rolled your eyes at him as you pulled on your underwear and t-shirt.

“Hey (Y/n)?” Jimin called making you turn towards him. “Are you still going to make breakfast?” He asked and you couldn’t help but giggle. You nodded.

“Sure, but we still have to go out for lunch ok?”

“Deal.” He smiled. He kissed you briefly before you headed for the kitchen.