Hold On [S]
pairings/characters: pjm x reader
word count: 3.3k
summary: Things get interesting when Jimin shows up to your apartment with a mysterious paper bag.
“Jagi~” he called out to you in an all to sweet voice. His honey like words slurring off his tongue as they bounced off the walls of your apartment, the desk you were working on suddenly seemed too plain for your liking. Especially when Jimin decides to pay a surprise visit.
You jump off the chair, the loose white shirt on your body being the only article of clothing on you, other than the bright pink sports bra with its neon zipper at the front that was clearly visible under the bright lights of the lit rooms.
“Ahh there you are.”
The moment you step into the room, you see a large paper bag tied together with a flimsy ribbon. It was placed on the glass coffee table that stood in the center of the room, its suspicious appearance making your skin itch with curiosity.
“What’s that Jimin?”
“Oh you don’t have to worry about that now.” The way his lips curve up to a smirk as he nears you has you completely engrossed in his gaze. He was wearing a black shirt that sat loose against his body but nonetheless highlighted every muscle that adorned his body. Bright hair pushed back to frame his face in tantalizing beauty. “Just let me do it how I want”
The last few words he uttered were simply whispers, but being the only two in the room you couldn’t ignore it. His tone had implications hidden under every word and as he walked closer to you, the life was sucked out of your body as you stood gazing into his eyes.
He pushed you against the wall, the moment he felt the both of your skins touching, but his hand at the back of your head only made the collision somewhat bearable. “Tonight you’ll listen to me, and I promise I’ll reward you ok?”
You’re only able to nod your head before you feel his soft lips press against yours, your hands that were thrown beside you reach out to touch him. His lips moving in absolute rhythm against yours, his fingers slowly pushing your hair back to tuck it behind your ears before harshly pulling your hands back down. “No touching”
His little acts of loving mixed with this harsh treatment of your body had pleasure coiling in anticipation. He was rarely in such a mood, and to be honest you craved it. You craved every second of his fingers digging beautiful marks on to your skin. You craved the little bites that he left on your skin in a feeble attempt to control his own moans and you loved the feeling of your fingers threaded through his soft locks, clutching on to it every once in a while as the beautiful pastiche of pleasure and pain takes over you.
His voice had gotten heavier and his eyes had gotten darker. All the while his teeth grazing the soft flesh of his lips as he commanded you around to another room. He followed you in, carrying the bag that he had in his hands before stopping right in front of the bed.
But this time, you weren’t allowed to touch. His animalistic instincts were on full display as he ripped the shirt over your body. Only to ravish the sight in front of him. With only one piece of flimsy cloth hiding you from his hungry gaze. “Bed. Now”
He orders, and quickly follow suit. He leans forward pressing a soft kiss. Your heart skips a beat, you look up to him, your mouth slightly ajar, his eyes scan your face for some sort of hint as to how you feel about it.
Sitting down on the bed next to you. He picks your chin up to look at him, for a moment you saw the flash of the loving and caring Jimin, but that thought was shoved to the back of your mind the second you feel the light clink of the metal against the hard wood of the headboard. It’s cool surface glittering the expanse of your skin with goosebumps.
The blushed carmine of the silk stood against your skin and for Jimin the sight in itself was too beautiful to handle and he swore he could’ve come just by the image of you sprawled out like this.
But that would just kill the fun.
He wanted to pleasure you, sure. But he wanted to get his own fun out of it. The black blindfold sat comfortably in the bag beside him, and so did his little surprise.
Slow and sexy, filled with confidence.
That’s what his voice would’ve conveyed to any girl in this world. The way his raspy voiced called out your name every now and then looking for silent confirmation as he fumbled with the fabric. A smirk garnered on his sculptured face, it’s not long before that he brings out the blindfold.
Slowly slipping it over your eyes, his finger tips brushing against your skin as he gently places it down securing it in place.
“Don’t even think of taking it off this time”
The last few times Jimin had blindfolded you, you managed to take it off by the end of it, only to gawk your eyes at his delicious body. So you had to fight against your instincts and keep them on, for the sake of finding relief to the built up tension he caused in a matter of minutes.
Jimins hand cups your cheek as he lays over you, kissing you will full force. His sudden need for dominance turning you on even more, happily submitting to him. His knees bent on either side of you, one hand slides along the side of your body, stopping to give your breast a quick squeeze before lacing his fingers along your side.
You bring your tied hands up in search of Jimins muscular chest. Running gentle hands over his picks, then up to is shoulders, resting looped around his neck. Jimin starts to pull his lips away from yours, but not before he takes your bottom lip between his teeth, giving it a little tug and suckle as warning.
The hand that was sliding down your side now rests between your thighs now completely stood off you. You could sense nothing but emptiness, that is before his fickle touches on the inside of your thighs seemingly woke you up.
“Remember last time darling?”
Hell do you. Last time it was a wreck. The bed actually moving under you as he pounded his way into you loud enough to get the neighbors out and complaining. It was a week of embarrassed blushing as you kept thinking back to it. The both you deciding to keep it down low for the next month but here you were again.
“Don’t make any noise this time..”
You couldn’t see him, the blindfold restricting all of your vision; but you knew for a fact that he got rid of his own shirt which was signified by the small thud against your wooden floors. You could perfectly imagine him in all his glorious beauty. His lightly tan chest that felt so right under your fingertips as blood breeches through its carmine scars.
But instead of feeling his weight over you, you just hear shuffling from the paper bag.
For a good minute you still couldn’t feel anything, but this time you couldn’t hear anything either. Just your breaths mixed with the soft music playing in the background.
That’s before his fingers slip back on to your skin, trailing their way upwards your thighs soon followed by his lips. Your body shivered from his touches but it just wasn’t enough. His hands found abode on your still clothed breasts, slowly zipping the bra off from the front before pushing it aside.
Lace bras were sexy, but Jimin just had a thing in seeing you wrapped up in all the straps and zips that your sports bras had. But you were never one to complain, since he’d always make the best of it. Always taking it off slowly, only to ravish your body completely.
And that’s exactly what he was doing. After a few minutes of just playing around with your mounds, his lips felt a bit out of place and started kissing up and down your body before settling on your already perked nipple. His teeth dragging across it’s soft skin before softly sucking on it. Your back arched off the bed melting into the feeling of his tongue lewdly working on your breasts all the while mumbling how good it felt. But it wasn’t enough. You wanted more and you needed more. But you didn’t want to beg.
So as he would have it, he slipped his hands off your body, letting your right nipple fall from your mouth with a ‘pop’ and at that moment you could feel him stare you down. Your chest was heaving up and down from trying to struggle against the silks that held you down and touch him just once. But your struggle was only in vain.
Minutes passed but he did nothing, absolutely nothing and you swear to god it ticked you off. “Jimin please do something” you gritted through your teeth.
“Why?” He asks lifting his body from your body. His question got you off guard. You usually didn’t have to do much with Jimin, but he was going to tantalizingly slow. The way he kissed your skin got you riled up, but he didn’t even bother touching your heat.
Your bit down on your lip as he moved one of your thighs over one of his shoulders, murmuring a slew of curses under your breath as you felt him work up your inner thigh with open mouthed kisses and messy licks until his lips closed themselves around your little nub, swollen with arousal and almost making you jump up in sensitivity when he gently sucked on it. He had no issue with, considering how he proceeded to practically bury his face into your heat, his tongue licking stripes up your slit until it curled around your clit again, teasing the hell out of you.
“Does it feel good baby?” He asks, the slow rumble of his words amplifying the pleasure that buried deep itself within you.
But before you could answer, you heard it. The small buzz of a noise which for a second you couldn’t comprehend, but when it rang louder this time your mouth was left hanging open with a little ‘fuck’ you hear his soft chuckle, before his fingers lift your chin to meet his lips half way in the air.
You couldn’t see him, but you could feel him. His lips wet probably from the constant licks that he snuck in from time to time as he watched you squirm. He kisses you again, getting you completely lost in nothing but this feeling and just how much you wanted to touch him. That is before the wind practically gets knocked out of you.
You feel the vibrations skimming against your skin, making your body tremble and your voice whimper. You pull away from his kiss just to reach out for a desperate breath of air letting a wanton moan take over the silence that had inevitably consumed the room.
“I’m going to go easy baby, you just have to hold it in for me. Alright?”
“Jimin.. fuck” you stutter when you feel the vibrations increasing. The slow pace it once adopted soon picked up, more aggressive against your throbbing clit.
“Hmmmm I didn’t hear you right?”
You could’ve broken the head board and knocked that confident air out of him, if you weren’t a moaning mess yourself. The vibrations increased itself slowly and you only moaned louder. The black ties holding you back. But Jimin didn’t even try to stop the grunts that escaped his lips every now and then purely from the sight of seeing you worked up without him actually doing anything. You were dripping with pleasure running down your thighs, possibly staining the sheets of your bed.
You feel him run a finger up your thigh, with a soft ‘tsk’ at hand. “Couldn’t even hold out that long”
“Can- You Stop- Teasing?” You breathe out, completely frustrated and absolutely done with his tactics. He laughs at your anger but doesn’t leave you hanging for long, as he leans down, his lips pressing against yours as he slowly takes control over you. His body over yours, his hands beside your head and all you can feel is his clothed thighs rubbing your exposed heat. He set to teasing again, and if you weren’t so preoccupied with kissing him and struggling against the ties you surely would’ve given him a piece of your mind.
But there’s still a way you can have your fun. Instead of letting Jimin take lead, his lips brushing against yours as he tries to devour you in rough and raw desire. You bite down on his lower lip, giving it a gentle tug, possibly taking him surprise. There’s a short click of disapproval and you know, you’ve probably reached his last straw.
He had absolutely no patience and that’s what you’re going to use against him.
“What’s wrong Jimin?” You breathe out trying to sound as confident as possible. Trying your best to get him to actually just give in and fuck you senseless. But other than a sigh of frustration there was absolutely nothing. Again.
“It’s not going to be so easy” he whispers
beside your ear, possibly having leaning forward but your lack of vision made it difficult to guess. You could feel his hardened length on your thighs and all you could wonder was how had he managed to hold out so long. “I am going to need you to stop this.”
“Do as I say, or I promise darling I can make it torturous” as he uttered those words there was the soft thud of something hitting the floor. If you hadn’t dealt with this situation before you would’ve been clueless. But that was him stripping down before your blacked out sight and lord would you kill to see it.
But you got what you wanted.
Without a warning, he pounced on top of you, lips attacking the already charted skin of your neck in beautiful blooms of crimson crescents. You couldn’t help but moan louder as he kept on suckling at that one spot that drove you crazy, along with his fingers that rubbed circles on your throbbing clit. You felt the way his cock twitched in between your thighs, but you knew that he was trying to test you and himself. But how much longer?
“Jimin, I swear to god if you don’t fuck me now and leave this- act. I am not going to–”
“Not going to?” He challenges almost, still continuing with his ministrations that has your body squirming under him. With your little squeaks and long drawn out moans the room consumed itself in what Jimin presumed to be the sweetest of musical pieces. He didn’t even start pounding you into daylight and you were already a moaning mess.
Today was not your day, usually by threatening him you could’ve had your way. But he just wouldn’t budge. Jimin wanted to hear you beg. He wanted your ego to crumble in his hands. He wanted you to submit under his will. If tying you up and denying you from sweet relief is what it takes, looks like Jimin got there.
“Jimin. Please– fuck. I” you muttered trying to push yourself further down the bed, which obviously wasn’t well accepted by Jimin, considering his hand held you down by your waist not minutes after rendering you motionless.
“Say it again” he demands, and with a small click it started again. The vibrations suddenly picking speed, after only coming to a stop a while ago. Your body squirmed from sensitivity. Your breathing staggered and you could feel heat rush to your cheek. Not a while longer and you would’ve come under.
“Please… Jimin don’t.”
“Be - more - specific” he growled.
“Jimin, just fuck me please” you manage to squeak out.
That’s all it took him. He just wanted to hear you beg for him. The fact that you had so easily given into him only stroked his ego. But before you could comprehend anything, he thrusted into you, all the while biting down on the skin. The bruises were smeared with streaks of violets the red fading to a soft burgundy almost. His thick cock stretched with absolute deliciousness. The beautiful miscellany of pleasure with a sting of pain that felt oh-so-right. The way he slowly pushed through you, before pulling away as if starting with the teasing all over again.
But instead his hands grip on to your waist, well one hand. The other moving to fiddle with something on the bed. But all you care about is the deep thrusts that seem to be hitting you in just the right spot. Your body letting itself unravel under his sudden moves, each time your legs threatening to close shut but one strong hand held you down.
Your throat hurt from all the loud groans that you tried to hold back, each syllable of incomprehensible words you tried to stutter only mixing in with Jimins own grunts.
He picked pace, having dropped low enough to brush his lips over yours but just not kissing them. Rather, deciding to softly breathe over your lips as he rocks his body back and forth. The combined pleasure from the vibrator that was still pressed up against your clit, making it throb from oversensitivity and his thick dick that fucked you just hard enough to make it feel good.
You lost sense of everything around you, all you could feel was Jimin and how amazing it felt with the little toy doing its work on your body all the while as Jimin takes his time. But even the breaching blood from your assaulted lips couldn’t drag you back to reality, as you little specks of white covered the blank expanse of your vision, your body pulsing from the sensation of euphoria as you squeeze around Jimin as he tries to ride you through your high. The feeling was too intense, leaving you completely breathless and knocked out. But the pain didn’t subside, over stimulation swimming through every vein in your body as Jimin tries to reach his own high.
Their was a soft tinge of pain but it felt oh so delicious as he bit down on your skin again. You knew he would last long, but you couldn’t help but still grunt with every thrust. This pain that had settled tasted bittersweet and although you wanted it to stop, you reveled in its bliss.
“Y/N..” he moaned not long after. As his cock twisted within your already tight heat; you couldn’t feel your body all sensations having been drawn out. You could only feel Jimin, and hear his growls as he thrusts a few more times. His hit come filling you up deliciously against your sore body. As he pulls out gently, switching off the toy at the same time.
Your body relaxes, still tied up. Chest heaving up and down your eyes still shut close. Both of you breathless and exhausted from this impromptu work out.
“You were on the pill weren’t you?” He asks out of nowhere, causing you to open your eyes with a soft giggle. He reached forward to untie you, letting your hands fall against his small palms, completely limp from too much “work”
“Don’t worry, I’m definitely not risking a mini Jimin running around the house anytime soon” you whisper as he pulls you against his body, before softly laying down on the soft pillows.
“We can’t have a mini me if you’re going to be screaming so loud” He replies curtly, only after snuggling next to you a split second later.
“The neighbours are sooo complaining this week”