A/N: oh my god I’m back at it someone stop me someone send me Jesus bc I need it. I am trashhhh. Anyway, lol, requests are open! Send us some of your deepest desires and we will get to it! ^.^
Spending time at Jimin’s always meant something would go down that night. Whether that would be a movie night, a sleepover with lots of icecream and snacks, or random bruises from mini fights you two would have. Jimin is your bestfriend, has been since you guys were just ten years old. You’ve seen everything about him- from the bad to the good. Bad hair cuts and breakups, to movie nights and prom dates. Now, sitting at the early ages of twenty, you guys both are realizing the differences between then and now.
A piece of popcorn was thrown at your face, hitting you dead smack in the middle of your forehead. Jimin giggled at your cross eyed glare you had given him.
“Excuse you, sir, could you fucking not?” He only laughed harder. The Captain America movie was no longer being paid attention to, as it only seemed to turn into background noises.
“It’s movie night ma'am, get off your damn phone! This is our tiiiiiiiiiimeeee,” he wailed at you, throwing another piece of popcorn at you. His missed this time. Glaring at him, you threw a Twizzler at him. Though not at his beautiful face- wait, what? Shaking your head from that bizarre thought, you messaged your friend to stop bothering you- that you were with Jimin. She messaged you a few dirty emojis back. Rolling your eyes, you locked your phone and placed it on the cushion next to you.
“Sorry, Y/F/N is messaging me weird shit,” you told him. His eyes scrunched up and a smirk took over his lips.
“What kind of weird shit? Tell meeee!” He demanded. You shook your head,
“Nuh-uh! Not telling. Just weird stuff you don’t need to know, trust me,” you laughed it off. You curled yourself into the couch more, resting your feet onto Jimin’s lap. He made a face at you again, but ignored it, paying attention to the movie finally. Poor Chris Evans.
The room felt quiet. Which was extremely odd because Jimin is almost always making some sort of noise- humming, singing, muttering, snoring, and lets not forget… yelling. Yes. The amount of times Taehyung has come over during our friendship nights is astounding. And whenever he does come over it’s constant noise times five because Taehyung. Yes, you probably understand.
Taking a peek over at Jimin, you see that his eyes are focused on the movie. You mentally shrug and continue to watch the movie. Suddenly, he grabs your feet and tugs you down the couch. You let out a squeak of surprise and grab onto the side cushion for dear life.
“What are you doing, asswipe?!” You screech out at him. He only smirks and climbs on top of you. Sitting on your legs and pinning your arms to the couch. He then grabs at your phone, making your eyes widen in fear. Shit.
“No no no no no! Hey, put that down!” You yell at him. You knew he was going to find those text messages. Your friend is extremely dirty and you guys would talk about interesting topics. By interesting topics, you mean sex. And by sex, your topic of the day was thigh riding. And somehow your friend had mentioned Jimin’s thighs and you had somehow agreed that he had nice thighs. And now here you are. Being encased by said thighs and you couldn’t help but quickly glance at them… because he was coincidentally wearing shorts.
Jimin only smirked as he clicked the home screen button. The lock screen showed the selfie of you and Jimin at the carnival from the last time you guys were hanging out. Thank god you had a passcode on it.
“Hah! That’s right, so get off me ya lard butt-” you started but,
“Hahaha!” Jimin had figured out the passcode, “now let’s take a look at those messages.. mhmm…ah! Y/F/N..” he muttered.
“Please no, please I’ll do anything! Just give me my phone back! Please!” You begged out. He stopped what he was doing and glanced down at you underneath him. Your hair was sprawled out around your head and in your face a little. Your eyes looked at him as you chest heaved up and down because this whole time you have been fighting and struggling to get loose from his grasp. What you didn’t know is that Jimin liked this. You beneath him, sweating, begging. Yes, he liked you. And he definitely knew what those texts were about.
Still smirking at you, he locked your phone and tossed it to the ground. You looked at him and noticed something much different about him, yet you couldn’t tell. He let go of your arms and slowly trailed his hands down them, and to your back. His trail left what seemed to be fire as your back arched by itself. Jimin then lifted the top half of you up and soon enough you were face to face.
“Uhm, uh thanks. For-for ya know. Uh not looking at the messages,” you stuttered out. He nodded in acknowledgement, but his hands never budged, but to be honest, you didn’t want them to move. You almost whined when you felt his right hand move up to the back of your neck. Your breath caught in your throat and your eyes looked into his. What was he doing? And why weren’t you stopping this?
“You’ll do anything? Anything for me?” He asked you. Too caught up in the moment and paralyzed from his touch, you just nodded back at him. He softly chuckled and went with his gut for the first time in a while. He lowered his face close to yours and instead of backing out, you closed your eyes and just went for it.
Soon enough, his luscious lips were attached to yours. Your mind went blank and nothing around you seemed important to you anymore. Not the movie, not the time and definitely not your phone.
You cupped your hand to his cheek and shimmied closer to him. He dipped you back down to the couch and lowered himself down with you, lips never detaching. Holy hell you were kissing your best friend and you liked it. You liked it a lot.
You two separated for the briefest of moments and looked at each other. You were both breathing heavily and as you looked back down at his lips and back to his eyes, he reattached his lips to yours again. You were in heaven. And he thought the same. He slipped his tongue out and ran it against your bottom lip. Moaning, you parted your lips and let his tongue in. Never in your life have you ever thought about French kissing Jimin in his apartment.
Too caught up in the moment again, you gasped as Jimin flipped you around. This time he was underneath you and you groaned at all the dirty thoughts that ran through your mind. Jimin’s hands trailed down to your waist and quickly pulled your sweater over your head and threw it somewhere in the room. A low moan rippled though the back of his throat and you could feel the heat pool in your stomach. His hands attached themselves to your breasts and massaged them, casually tweaking at the perky buds. You were a mess at this point.
“Ah, Jimin, I think, oh god, I think you’re wearing too much,” you moaned out. You tugged at his shirt, and he got the hint. He pulled the t-shirt off. You didn’t holy your moan in at all when you saw his upper half. Dear god, you ran your hands down his tanned skin and lowered yourself down to kiss his torso.
“Fuck, baby,” Jimin moaned out. His hands moved down to your waist and rubbed his hands around. As you began to suck small little marks onto his collarbones and neck, he lifted you up off him.
“Okay, baby. You said you’d do anything, right? You can’t go back,” he told you. You didn’t care at this point. You nodded. He could get you to do anything and you would care. He propped himself up on the side cushion and smirked.
“Ride my thigh, baby.” He patted his thigh. You just blinked. So he did read the messages. Fuck. But looking at his thigh, you threw all caution to the wind and straddled him. His smirk got wider and his hands gripped you hard against him.
“You ready, pretty girl?” He asked you. All these pet names got you off and you were more than ready for this. Nodding, you bent down and kissed him again. His hands moved your lower half back and forth, the rocking motion sending your mind into overdrive. The amount of pleasure you were received was insane.
If Jimin were to be honest right now, the vision of you, getting yourself off only by the sheer friction of his thigh, could have him cumming himself in no time. Your body glistened with sweat and mixed with his, and he thought that must have come second to things that make you incredibly hot. Just everything about you could get him off.
“Oh, fuck, Jimin. Oh god, you’re so good,” you moaned out. His shorts would bundle up and run at your clit and send you into overdrive. Sure enough when you looked down, you notice the wetness that was slowly running along his thigh. Fuck was that a sight. You looked back at Jimin and notice his eyes were screwed shut. You decided to help him out a bit.
Running your hands down his chest again, you let your hand trail into his shorts and grab his dick. His eyes shot open and stared into yours.
“Oh baby girl,” he groaned out. You swiped the precum that gathered onto his tip and brought your fingers to your mouth and sucked. “Fuck,” he dragged out, flinging his head back as he moved you faster along his thigh. You squeaked out at the friction and nearly cummed right there.
You grabbed his length again and ran your hand up and down. The moans coming from him pushed you further to your orgasm and you tried moving even faster to help him reach his. One of his hands reached up and brought your face down and kissed you hard again. And just in seconds you were sent into oblivion as your orgasm ripped through you. Your sight blurred and gasps left your mouth. The sight of you jerking and gasping, pushed Jimin to the edge and right after you, he let go and white spurts spotted his chest and your hand.
You collapsed onto his chest, not caring about his mess sticking all over the place, cause really- you left a mess on his leg anyway. Who cares right now.
Breathing hard you managed to speak out,
“Oh shit, Jimin. What the fuck… just happened?” His hand ran up and down your back as you leaned a bit back to look at him.
“Something that should have happened a while ago, ahh,” he was now blushing and you couldn’t hold back the grin on your face, “this is so backwards but uh, do you wanna go on a date sometime?” You leaned your face back into the crook of his neck and gave him a peck.
“I would love to,” you whispered into his skin. You could feel the shit eating grin on his face and he snuggled you closer to him. Resting there longer, you could almost fall asleep.
That was until-
“Hey guys! Guess what Jungko- WHAT THE HECK GUYS. Did I come at a bad time- oh my god!” Shouted Taehyung. Jimin threw the nearest pillow at him.
“Get the fuck out, Tae!”
You heard the door slam back shut, loud yells of disgust still being shouted down the corridors. You couldn’t help chuckling a little as you knew that Taehyung will always be Taehyung in the end. Jimin shifted a bit underneath you and you looked down at him curiously. His face looked a worried.
“Umm, I’m not so worried that my dick was hanging out for Tae to see, but uh, I got a second confession for you,” his voice was small and scratchy, but you just shrugged and let him continue, “okay, so this was kind of planned?”
“What does that mean? What do you mean plan, Park Jimin I will end you!” You started grabbing at his bare chest with your hands.
“No no no! It’s not what you think really! What I mean is is that Y/F/N was basically trying to get you to think about me like that because I told her that I liked you…” he trailed off, a bit embarrassed.
“Park Jimin… I have liked you for a very long time,” you giggled a little, “uh, thanks for finally doing something. But, oh is Y/F/N is a dead man.”
-“this was just a sad invention” connor is on stage just looking at evan and walks out -zoe says that connor would scream and bang on her door saying that he was going to kill her for no reason -and he did go to rehab? cynthia said she FOUGHT for rehab and therapy -“a MILLION different ways, and i did, etc.” heidi sounded the most amazing i’ve ever heard her, her emphasis on the “million” was incredible and it was loud and i was crying -in sincerely me, CONNOR JUMPS LIKE MARIO WHEN HES LIKE “i’m getting better every day !” -connor puts emphasis on words like DICK or CRACK or FUCK -jareds “you’re such a freak” to connor sounded like he was scared? he ran off stage really quickly -connors pause after the school shooter joke was so loNg it was terrifying -in the you will be found reprise, larry actually breaks down, he looks like he’s in actual pain -apparently jared is acting similarly in good for you? i didn’t notice kali did tho -the MAKEOUT SCENES WITH EVAN AND ZOE ARE SO INTENSE ITS LIKE THEY ARE GONNA FUCK ONSTAGE -bens face after jared says that their secret emails are for them sending pictures of their penises to eachother is like 😬 -heidi sounded more hurt than angry that evan had been staying over the murphys -she did this little dance in the first chorus of good for you -THE WAY HEIDI HOLDS EVAN IN SO BIG SO SMALL MAKES MY HEART SAD -evan did the thing where he makes his voice super rough and fast All Throughout The Musical -mike faists smile -THEY USE ACTUAL SHAVING CREAM FOR TO BREAK IN A GLOVE AND EVAN IS RUBBING IT INNTO THE GLOVEE -cynthia says something about the wine they’re drinking being imported from right outside of portland?? tHey Might Live In Oregon -when zoe sang the part “you were not the monster that i knew”, the way she says monster is heart wrenching you can hear her pain in it -i don’t remember which cast member said it, but they said connor wouldn’t have twitter which is WRONF bc alana @‘s him in a scene and it’s @connormurphy
can you do a dom!jimin smut where jimin, the reader, and all the other members are at the dorm maybe watching a movie then jimin is feeling kinda frisky or maybe he is jealous over the others flirting with the reader so he does “some things” and even though the others already figured out what jimin and the reader are doing jimin still continue doing what he is doing even though the others are looking so like everyone would know that the reader is his only sshSHJSD I DONT KNOW
Sorry this took so bleeding long! I hope you like voyeurism, ‘cause that’s what you’re getting! This basically just PWP, but I hope this is more or less what you wanted. Enjoy! ;)
Blood-curdling screams filled the room, and you barely blinked an eye as a woman lost her arm to an insane serial killer. It was movie night at the dorm with the rest of Jimin’s group, and in truth, you were not finding this particular movie that scary. Gore didn’t bother you, so that evening’s movie was not one that took effort to endure.
Not for you, anyway.
Beside you, your boyfriend, Jimin, was practically shaking with what only could be fear. Subtly, you turned your head to face Jimin. His eyes were as wide as saucers, and were glued to the screen, a grim expression upon his face. The poor guy was clearly not enjoying the movie.
You placed your hand on his shoulder gently, about to remind him that it was just a stupid movie, but the small touch practically made Jimin jump out of his skin. He snapped out of whatever terror-fuelled reverie in which he had been enraptured, and turned to face you with raised brows.
‘You made me jump, idiot,’ Jimin murmured under his breath in an exasperated tone.
He turned his face back to the screen, pouting - or, at least you think he meant you to believe he was looking at the screen.
Apparently, Jimin must have thought you were born just yesterday, or something along those lines. Because it was blatantly obvious that, although he was facing the direction of the television screen, his eyes fell upon the DVD player below the TV screen.
What a scaredy cat.
Leaning over to Jimin, you quietly asked, ‘Not scared, now, are we?’ A smirk spread across your face as Jimin frowned at you.
‘Don’t be stupid,’ he softly stated in a defensive and entirely unconvincing tone. You raised an eyebrow in response, clearly indicating that his lies were transparent.
Huffing, he rolled his eyes and said in a small voice, ‘Fine. Maybe I am scared… but just a little.’
Smiling to yourself, content now he had told you the evident truth, you turned your eyes back to the screen.
The movie continued, more people died, and ten minutes on in the gruesome movie, Jimin turned to you and buried his face into your shoulder.
‘(Y/N),’ he whispered, ‘I’m scared.’
‘Awww, poor baby,’ you replied in a condescending tone, as you rubbed his shoulder soothingly.
Jimin pulled away to look into your eyes, and you swore under your breath as an expression with which you had become all too familiar with spread across Jimin’s face: lust.
I’m holding on,
Why is everything so heavy?
So much more than I can carry.
I keep dragging around what’s bringing me down,
If I just let go, I’d be set free.
Why is everything so heavy?
“Heavy”, Linkin Park ft Kiiara.
Rest in Peace, Chester ❤