Obviously, first you need to find him, that “Netflix and Chill” guy who thinks it’s cool to recycle pick up lines from pop songs, ask for “pics” within the first five messages of a conversation, and has the nasty little habit of borrowing his mom’s earrings. They’re everywhere, so really, it shouldn’t be that difficult.
You retrace your steps carefully, gaze glued to the ground. It has to be around here somewhere.
Of course the day you convince your father to let you wear your late grandmother’s silver bracelet, you’d go and lose it.
Maybe it’s along the path you take to your car. Maybe it’s back in your oceanography class. Maybe someone found it and…
Anxiety rips through your veins.
No, it has to be somewhere- you just need to remember where it fell off. Your feet stop carrying you forward as they reach the classroom, bracelet still nowhere to be seen. This is your last chance, so taking a deep breath to futilely fend off the disappointment and subsequent panic, you push open the door.
The professor has long since left and the next session, which you think might be a discussion class, probably won’t start for another half an hour, thus you are mildly surprised to find a student lounging in your exact seat, scrolling through messages on his phone, but also idly fiddling with a VERY familiar piece of fine jewelry.
“Hey!” the rude cry escapes your lips before you can stop it.
The boy looks up, immediately making eye contact and freezing you to the spot. Calling him attractive would do this masterpiece no justice. His muscular shoulders and arms fill out his black t-shirt beautifully, matched with a pair of perfect legs complimented by ripped jeans. And his FACE… his sultry eyes are partially hidden behind sun kissed bangs, hair messily parted slightly to the side in a way that makes it WORK and a jawline so sharp it could split thread.
You immediately know what he is, the coil in your stomach makes it clear, a heartbreaker- nay, a fuck boy. You firmly believe in the live and let live policy, but after the last time, you don’t think you could handle another emotional roller coaster.
It’s almost painful to maintain his gaze, so you drop yours to your feet, voice wavering, “I’m sorry…I… I think that’s my bracelet.”
“Is it?” his voice is the auditory equivalent of tasting thick cake frosting and a smirk quirks the left corner of his lips upward.
“Yes,” you affirm, though sound anything but sure.
“How do I know you aren’t just trying to steal it?” he arches an eyebrow, pinching the bracelet between his index finger and thumb, lifting it for inspection.
You run your fingers through your hair, finding the courage to look at him again, half flustered, half frustrated, “It’s my grandmother’s. Please.”
“Well anyone could say that,” he shrugs, either doing a stellar job at feigning concern or actually (albeit stereotypically) breaking character by showing interest in something that isn’t related to his pleasure, sexual or otherwise.
“Then how can I prove it to you?” you know you sound desperate now, but what else can you do? That’s REAL silver he’s holding.
His smile widens until he’s flashing you a perfect set of pearly whites, “First off, you can tell me your name. I’m Jungkook, by the way.”
*Addendum: acquainted, not to be confused with “friendly” or “intimate.”
“It seems like you do, you’re dying.” Jimin laughed.
You had decided to play overwatch after the
influence of Jungkook and Taehyung. A few nights ago, and the boys had called you over to their apartment to hang out since they knew you weren’t working that day and both of them didn’t have any extra schedules to attend, unlike the other members. Although the whole time you were there you were just observing them rather than them teaching you, but nonetheless you still wanted to try it out. You didn’t know any of the controls/rules whatsoever, but still you just decided to grab a control and start playing.
“Here let me help, Y/N.” Jimin giggled while trying to grab your controller.
You avoided him trying to grab your controller, but continued to keep your eyes glued to the screen. He was right, you were dying, but you weren’t going to give in so easily, especially in front of him.
“Ya~ Oppa will help you. Give it to me.” He laughed.
“No.” You growled as you stood up, making your way behind the sofa to avoid any more distractions.
Jimin rested his head on the back of the couch, so he could see you from the top. He gave a little chuckle before standing up and following you to where you were. He stood behind you and snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You felt your whole body warm up with his presence, and you could smell a soft scent of cologne that surrounded the both of you.
“Let me show you how it’s done.” He whispered into you ear, causing your hairs to rise.
You felt his fingers trail their way to your hands. He rested his chin on your shoulder and guided your fingers on the controller. You bit your bottom lip and gulped.
“Like this.” He whispered with a low voice.
You could feel his breath against your skin, as he whispered hints in your ear. Your focus beginning to shift to him, and no longer paying attention to the game. You had to admit, although the boys and you were great friends, you always had a little crush on Jimin and he knew it. He would purposely walk around shirtless whenever you were around or sit next to you just to see you squirm. He was hot as hell, and he knew exactly what to do to get you turned on.
“Do you get it now?” He asked you.
You nodded your head and tried to escape his embrace, but he had you trapped, both his arm between you. He took note of your action, and began to chuckle.
“You’re so cute, Y/N.”
You could feel your cheeks getting flushed with nervousness, hoping he wouldn’t notice you lowered your head. He moved his arms away, and watched you make your way back to the sofa. You shrugged off what he was doing to you before, and continued to play games after the “help” you recieved from him.
“Looks like you weren’t even listening to me.” He chuckled.
“I-I did. I just..maybe I’ll just ask Taehyung for help, since he’s in a higher level and has played longer than you have.” You replied.
All of sudden Jimin was in front of you, blocking the tv. He raised his eyebrows and his mouth curved into a smile.
“Taehyung?” He said lowering his tone.
“I-I’m playing games right now, Jimin. Move, I’ll just ask Taehyung.” You stuttered.
“After teaching you, you’re just going to ask Taehyung?”
You quickly shushed him, trying to avoid answering his question. He noticed your actions and decided to grab your controller away from you, waving it up in the air. He had gave a side smirk and licked the bottom of his lips.
“No, no, no. Answer the question first.” He laughed.
You frowned at him and sighed.
“Give it back. I’m going to get killed!”
He lowered his stance, closing in on the distance you both had from each other.
“Make me.” He winked.
You leaned in as well, deciding to play along with his little antics, and frowned.
“Stop it, Jimin. Just give it back, or else.”
He lowered his arm, whilst holding onto the controller still, and a devilish smirk began to form on his face.
“Or else what?”
“I’ll..I’ll hit you.” You smiled.
Not giving up either, he leaned in further, lips just inches away from each other.
“Hit me.” He grinned.
You lifted your hand, getting ready to punch his shoulder. You swung your fist back and then accelerated it towards his shoulder, but Jimin dodged and grabbed your wrist, pulling you into his chest. He looked into your eyes and grinned.
“God you’re so hot when you’re mad, Y/N.”
“Let go of me.” You groaned.
“What if I don’t want to? What if I want to do this?”
He leaned in and met his soft, plump lips with yours. He had taken you by surprise, not even giving you time to close your eyes. You pushed him off and touched your lips.
“Don’t act all shy with me now, I know you wanted to kiss me too.” He bit his bottom lip, “None of the members are home anyways.”
“So what if they aren’t? We’re just friends, Jimin.” You replied.
“So you wanted to kiss me then?” He smirked.
You hesitated before answering him again. It’s true you wanted to kiss and touch him, but you shouldn’t. You two were friends. Just friends, and you didn’t want to ruin that.
“I don’t want things to change between us.” You responded.
“Things won’t. I promise. So stop worrying and kiss me already.”
He placed his hand behind your neck and leaned in, placing a soft kiss on your lips. The kiss began to deepen, as he moved his hand from behind your neck to your waist, pulling you closer to him. He softly moaned and gently pushed you down on the sofa letting you lay on the edge, while climbing on top of you. The same soft scent of cologne following his movement. He smiled and moved a piece of hair away from your face.
“You’re so beautiful.”
You blushed at his compliment, not knowing how to respond. You turned your head away from his intense gaze, to which he took notice of.
“Look at me, Y/N.”
He placed his hand under your chin and moved your head back to face him. You looked at him and smiled. He tilted his head and winked, leaning in again to kiss you. You could feel him harden against your body, his tongue making an entrance in your mouth, aggressively playing with yours. He then started to lower his kiss to the nape of your neck, softly sucking your skin. His hands sliding down to the hem of your shirt, grabbing it and pulling it up over your head, leaving you shirtless. He sat up and smirked at the sight of you.He crossed his arms and grabbed the end of his top and took it off in one go. You were used to seeing him shirtless since he would usually walk around, but even so you were amazed every time.
“You should be used to this, right? I know you check me out all the time.” He smiled.
“Shut up.” You laughed.
You sat up and held onto his hips for support. You gave him a soft kiss on the lips and then made your way to his neck, then to his shoulder, your fingers tracing the outline of his back. Then you abruptly stood up from the sofa and placed your hands behind your back, grabbing onto bra clasp and unlatching it. Slowly revealing your breasts, in which Jimin turned his body to face the you, admiring your body.
“Fuck..” He groaned.
You got on your knees and spread both his legs apart. Unbuttoning his jeans and slowly stripping it away, and throwing it to the corner of the room. You rubbed your hands against his thick, muscular, thighs, earning a soft moan from Jimin. You made your way to the growing bulge in his black briefs, wrapping your fingers around his member and slowly stroking it. He rolled his head back and bit his lips. You rolled off his underwear, revealing his hard, thick cock. You had pictured he was big, and seeing it satisfied your imagination. You softly gave it a squeeze and stroked his length, rubbing the pre-cum with your thumb around the tip, then placing your mouth against his dick.
“Your lips feels so nice on my dick.” He moaned.
You then stuck out your tongue and gave soft kitten licks on his tip at first, then his length, then down to his balls. You stroked him while you sucked one of his balls in your mouth. He closed his eyes and pulled on your hair. You lifted up your head and licked your way back up to the tip, where you inserted his cock in your mouth.
“Shit…like that.” He moaned.
You first began to bob your head up and down his shaft, then bobbed back up to swirl your tongue against the tip, his hands gently pulling onto your hair, while softly moaning. Then lowering yourself deep into his cock until it reached the back of your throat, your eyes beginning to blur with tears. Jimin notices and takes control, thrusting his hips up and down against your mouth. He continues this for a bit until he whips out his cock from your mouth and grabs both your legs, wrapping them around him, and carrying you into his bedroom. He throws you on his bed and practically rips off your shorts and underwear. You see the same devilish smirk he made before, as he climbs on top of you and throws your legs over his shoulder and lowered himself down, while softly biting and sucking your inner thighs
“Ah..Jimin.” You bit your lower lip.
“Was that too rough?” He laughs.
You shook your head no and he continues his work. Licking his way along your slit, and massaging your breast with one his hands.
“You taste good, baby.”
He then starts to flick his tongue aggressively against your clit, which causes you groan. He continues this for awhile and you could feel yourself close to orgasming, your hands running through his soft, fluffy hair. Your moans becoming louder.
“Don’t stop.” You cry.
With that command, he continues his motion. You wrap you legs around his back, thrusting your hips against his warm tongue. He then abruptly stops and crawls up to you, letting you taste yourself with a passionate kiss.
“I need to fuck you first, before you cum.” His eyes filled with lust.
He pulls out a condom from his drawer and rips the package with his teeth, he adjusts himself into the rubber latex. Then making his way in between your legs and rubs his cock against your slit.
“Fuck, you’re already so wet, baby.”
You both moan as he slips his tip into your entrance. He inserts himself halfway in, causing your whole body to feel weightless.You held onto the bedsheets as you felt the walls of you cunt being filled with his thick cock.
“God, you’re so big.” You moaned.
“And you’re so tight.” He replied.
He hovered over you and used his hips to thrust himself deeper. He leaned in, planting a kiss on your lips and then rested his head against the nape of your neck, breath against your skin while continuing to fill you up. You clenched the walls of your around his member, since he suddenly stopped before, your were already ready to cum. You breathing got heavy as he continued his pace.
“Jimin..don’t stop.” You moaned.
He accelerated his speed, in which you took notice as him getting reaching his orgasm too. He quickly sat up and grabbed your hips, grinding them against his body, while staring into your eyes.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful. Cum for me, baby.” He moans.
You could feel yourself tightening, you roll your eyes back, while squeezing the bed sheets. Your body tingling with an enormous amount of sensation as you came over him. Soon after, Jimin sped up, skin slapping against each other, he bit his lower lip and pushed his hair back.
“I’m cumming, Y/N. Fuck.” He moaned.
You held onto his hips and helped him ride out his orgasm by controlling the rhythm, thrusting yourself into his thick cock.
“Yes, baby! Like that!” He moaned.
Listening to him, you continued, he began squeezing your breasts tightly together, which you didn’t mind, until his lower body twitched with pleasure. His breathing unstable, he ran his hand through his sweaty hair, and smiled at you.
“Who’s going to teach you?” He smirked while raising one of his eyebrows.
“Definitely not Taehyung.” You smiled.
Lol! This was my first time writing smut! Kekeke I felt so wrong, but even though Yoongi is my ultimate bias, Jimin be getting me shook sometimes, like boy stop. Hope y'all liked it! Feel free to send me requests for one-shots, reactions, MTL, etc etc or even if its just some comments! Xoxo until next time ❤
You sighed heavily turning the page of your book. You’d been bored out of your mind lately. A lack of motivation and inspiration was going to be the death of you. It was like you wanted to tattoo, but you just couldn’t find the right client.
You needed a new muse.
Sleepy walked up the narrow staircase holding a bag of from your favorite street cart. “Hey, I brought ya somethin~”
“Oppa!” you grinned seeing your older brother make his way inside “You can be amazing when you wanna be” you chimed reaching out for the bag. “Gimmie”
“Ah- say please” he held the bag just out of reach.
“Yah, Sleepy-Oppa! Give me my food you tree”
“Alright here” he set the plate of tteokbokki in your hand. “You really should consider eating something other than tteokbokki”
“Give me one good reason why?” you pouted, shoving the skewer in your mouth. “If you’ve already found perfection, why seek anything else?”
He groaned, raking a hand through his hair. “Why are you like this?” He made himself at home, flopping down on the tattoo bench, and resting his arms behind his head. “Where is everybody anyway?”