genre/warnings: slow burn, fluff, lots of angst, future smut
rating: 18+
summary: âYou didnât mean for it to happen. Itâs not like you purposely woke up one day and thought âHey Iâm going to fall in love with my best friend!â No, that is not at all what happened.â
âď¸ Summary: Jimin is tired of seeing you suffer; he is done with watching you cry over men that donât deserve you. And he is especially sick of seeing your self-stem being hurt every time you find them cheating on you or leaving. So, he takes the problem on his hands one last time and decides to make you feel better in his own way.
âď¸ Trope: Exes to lovers, exboyfriend! bestfriend! Jimin x female! Reader, smut. (it will make sense once you read their story I swear)
âď¸ Inspired by:Let Emâ know, Exchange and Donât all by Bryson Tiller (basically the entirety of brysonâs discography lol)
âď¸ Word count: 3.6k
âď¸ Warnings: Cheating, low self-stem, mentions of toxic relationships, possessive jimin. Dub-con, body restrictions, slight knife play, panty sniffing, oral sx (f receiving), over stimulation, crying, dirty talk, praise, fingering, somnophilia, male mastubation, no aftercare.
âď¸ thvlouvreâs note: remember when I said I didnât have much experience with smut? yeah, this one shot feels a little unfinished for me⌠still the freakiest thing Iâve done, I need to go to church, byeeeeeeeee.
Jiminâs jaw was clenching in anger, his knuckles cracking every time he clenched them.
You were breaking down on the elevator, hands covering you face with shame while you cry your heart out, tears falling endlessly down your cheeks and the glimpse of face he could see under the places your small hand couldnât hide he could see red fluffiness.
It all started with you and Jimin coming back to the office, where you, him and your boyfriend work. The three of you had made a reservation that Friday night on a jazz club in downtown, so you all could have a few drinks and hang out together. Your boyfriend had said in the last minute that he couldnât go, since he was tired, and his mom was out of town and he needed to go to her house and check the cats.
You both believe him, and just when you and Jimin were halfway to the jazz club you came back because you had forgotten to give your boyfriend the apartment keys, you both found him fucking the marketing girl on your desk. The one that was in the middle of Jiminâs desk and his own. You throw his keys to his head to catch his attention and leave, Jimin following you disgusted with the sight of the imbecile trying to put back on his pants, shouting your name.
You didnât want to go home, since probably your boyfriend would go to your apartment looking for you, and obviously you wouldnât go to his so you ended up on a silence ride to Jiminâs flat.
While he drove all the way to his apartment, he reminiscences the beginnings of your relationship with him. You and Jimin had met when you both started college, you instantly clicked, the type of friends that would always end each otherâs sentences and knew the other better than the palm of their hand. Some other friends of yours would always say that there was some chemistry between the two of you, a tension anyone could feel.
So, after six months of being best friends, you went for it. Gave each other a chance.
It was a disaster, unfortunately you dated Jimin when he was going through a hard period of his life. He didnât give the attention you needed, the affection you deserved and even when you always let him know you could never hate him for anything he could do to you, you were surprised when you found out he wasnât exclusive to you during the month you both were together.
You ended the situation. Thatâs what you used to call it, because maybe for you it was an experiment to see if you could see him as something more than a friend, but for him it was real. No matter how awful he acted towards you during your relationship. You went back to being friends, âWe work better as friendsâ thatâs what you have said to him to make Jimin feel less guilty, so he thought that giving you sometime for yourself would work. He would become a better man for you for the next time you give him a shot.
That shot never came.
You started to date guy after guy after guy, and he was your number one beholder for every single failed relationship. Years went by, and he still hold hope dear close to his chest knowing that there would be enough space and forgiveness for him in your heart once again.
But Jimin was starting to lose his patience, for every tear you ever drop he had been there. For every unfaithful man that ever had the audacity to betray your trust, he was there. For every heart piece they ever broke he was there to pick them up. But what hurts him the most is see how you have lost your confidence wondering if itâs you the one thatâs cursed or there was indeed something wrong with you.
âIs there something wrong with me?â You asked in between moans, the tears blurring your sight so you could only see shadows and sparks of light in the darkness of the car.
He did not answer, his heart already aching and his hands holding tightly the driver as he wish he could speak softly to you, but Jimin knew that if he talks now he would lose it.
âAm I ugly?â You kept silence waiting for a response of his, all he could do was deny with his head âAm I annoying? Am I a bad person? Am I a bad lover?â He kept moving his head aggressively denying everything.
âNo, __. Thereâs nothing wrong with you.â
âThen why I canât make anyone happy enough to stay with me? To choose me and be loyal?â You didnât wait for him to answer, you just broke down sobbing and hiding your face with your hands.
Because men are stupid. He was stupid once, those two months where you and him were together were the happiest shiniest of his life and yet he somehow managed to screw it up and turn his problems against you. You, the one and only person that knew him and the things he was facing, you the person that had always hold his back. He had the nerve to cheat on you and being the first name on the list of men who mistreated you.
He hated himself for it. And even if you forgave him, he hadnât.
âYou can take my roomâ he said once you arrived to his house, in several occasions you and him sleep together innocently, but this time he wouldnât be forcing you to sleep on his bed with him because you needed time alone âIâll take the couchâ
âIt will be just for tonight, Iâll change the lock of my house tomorrowâ you said in a low voice tone, arms crossed in front of you like hugging yourself. His heart felt heavy when he was making dinner and you showed up on his kitchen fresh out of the shower with one of his cottons t-shirts, but your eyes were inked in blood, you cried in the shower.
You two ate in silence, watching a comedy movie. You could feel his fingers going up and down to your thighs, massaging them, trying to make you feel better. One thing about Jimin is that he will always give you contradictory messages, just when you would think you were over him and his two-month situationship that happened years ago, he will always show you moments of how he used to be with you.
Foot massages, movie nights, surprising you with a cake after a work meeting, ordering clothes that he saw online and thought they would look good on you. Â But he was always respectful to you, never crossing the line of friends ever again after you two broke up.
You finally feel asleep after you cried for a whole hour, tears dried out on Jiminâs pillow, and you thought you were discreet with your sobs, but your best friend had heard each of them. He stayed on the couch, TV on but muted. He was staring at the screen but watching nothing, he was just abstracted in his own thoughts. Anger and frustration boiling the blood on his veins, wondering what he could do to make you feel better.
You wake to a sensation of restriction in your body, your late-night dream suddenly interrupted and forgotten as soon as you realize youâre still inside Jiminâs room, but there was a light turn on in a corner, and Jimin himself was standing in front of you, pacing from side to side like a tiger inside a cage.
You could feel your arms being forced one down to other in a restraining position; the cold breeze of the air greeted your body and you also notice that the blankets that covered your body were gone now. And you started to move your legs in protest when you finally realized what was happening. It took you about twenty seconds to connect the dots and see what he was doing. He tied you up.
âWhat is going on?â you asked, raspy voice cracking in nervousness since you were actually freaking out, but one part of you deep inside knew that Jimin would never harm you.
All the contrary, what Jimin wanted to do with you was to make you feel better, and to make himself a little relief that he could make you stop crying, from sorrow at least. He was also very angry still, it hurt him deeply to see how you were doubting yourself, how your strength and self-stem was being destroy by a stupid man; so he had two choices for that night, either going to that scumbag house and beat the audacity out of him, until Jiminâs knuckles were bleeding and he no longer had any strength left on his body and the idiot was barely breathing or, give you pleasure.
His number one priority that night was to make you stop crying, because the more he heard your cried, the angrier he gets. A reasonable voice in the back of his head was telling him to stop, to not proceed to whatever perversity he had in mind, but he was so mad to even care about the consequences, he needed to show you how you should be treated.
âJimin, what is this? What are you doing?â he could feel the anxiety in your voice, but he told to himself that he was going to release all that angst and stress off your body very, very soon.
âYou said some shit you shouldnât have said, __â he stated, unbuttoning his shirt, his low deep voice tone sounding a little to petulant. You coughed confused and a little outraged, what could you have said to make him so upset?
âDonât you remember? You telling youâre ugly? That youâre annoying and a bad person?â he pointed at you, knowing it wasnât your fault to feel that way because you were hurt over your exâs actions, but still he founded insulting how you were talking to yourself âWhy are you even doubting yourself? Because of that asshole?â
You stayed silence, not knowing what he really wanted to hear and fear to make him even more upset.
âNot tonight, baby. Youâre not crying for that bastardâ he started to walk towards the bed and kneel in between your legs, and in your short sight you could see something silver and shiny on his left hand.
The moonlight was leaking through the curtains, and in his open shirt you could see the shadows and the lights that marks the cusp of his abs. His body was always something forbidden and delicious you wanted to taste, even before your situationship, you have always been week for his physique. His delicious and exquisite tonified body. You would dare to say that you tried to look for that in the other boys youâve been with, a similar physique.
He moved the scissors on his hand to your right thigh, caressing the skin with the cold metal and you started to get afraid of him.
âWhat are you doing?â
âRemoving your shirtâ he smiled devilish, the moonshine covering the left side of his face âOr should I say my shirt?â
âJimin get off me, please. This isnât rightâ you started to deny but it was all too late, when the scissors finally ripped the shirt open showing your naked torso for him and the cusp in between your legs he could already see the wet spot in your panties.
âThis isnât right, but it will feel so good, I promiseâ he whispered once he could finally take your panties of and sniff them. He has missed your smell and the taste of you, one of the things he would never forget not even when he becomes an old and resentful man would be the taste of your cunt. He inhales deeply once he takes the chance to stare at your naked body.
Finally, after all these years, he can see you bare again. His shirt ripped open, the slacks falling down your sides, your arms wrapped and tied to his bed headboard and your legs open for him.
âGoodness, look at youâŚâ he growls licking his lips, and you could feel his eyes everywhere âGorgeous pair of tits, ass to die for, tiny waist and that fucking pussyâŚâ
âJimin, pleaseâŚâ you didnât know for what you were begging now, for him to stop or for him to stop teasing and eat you out already. However, he took your cries as a forward sing and his head fell in between your folds.  He started slow, kissing and pecking your lips with adoration, making you wetter for him if possible, the breath of his crashing to the sensitive skin of your vulva and making you shiver.
âJimin!â you scream desperate, pleading him to put his whole mouth and start sucking just the way you wanted.
âWhat baby?â he asked innocently, finally relieved that your mind was thinking something else besides your tragedy âYou want more?â and you nodded in response. You moan madly, making sure to wake up his entire floor when he sucked and bite one of your lips. You felt him smirking against your cunt, and he continued his attack on your pussy as if the men havenât got a good round of oral sex in decades. And the funny thing was that he was just getting started, he could feel how close you were when your belly started shaking and your legs were kicking the air, but he wouldnât stop.
âI wonât stopâ he said in between kisses and lickings to your soft, domesticated pussy âI wonât stop until you have come so many times the tears rolling down your cheeks are from pleasure and not sadnessâ and when you started to come for the first time, he started to lick the juices of your first orgasm of the night like a little kitten.
âUhmm, you taste so good, how can anyone cheat on this pussy?â he prologues your orgasm when he entered his tongue on your hole and pass it all the way to your clit like a credit card, and when all he could hear was your cries and sobs from pleasure he found a moment to say âThis is how you should be treated, beautiful. Crying every day before sleeping but of how many times you have come, not because someone is making you suffer.â
He entered his tongue and he wished he could replace the hardness of his tongue with his cock, but that night was all about you, your pleasure, you feeling better, you knowing you were beautiful, not him. No matter how much he wanted to sink his dick on you and make you scream his name. If Jimin could fuck you right now, he would call your ex over the phone, put the call on speaker and let him know how good you were being fucked.
âIf this pussy was mine, I would eat it every single day, twice a day. You would limp perpetually because I wouldnât let that pain leave your cuntâ you moaned to his words, to his tongue and the way his lips curved when he was talking against your folds.
âHe made the biggest mistake of his life, that poor miserable idiotâ his sight was locked on the juices that were falling down your legs and leaking down your ass cheeks following your second orgasm âYou will have him regretting everything in the next forty eight hours if not less, and he will realize he just lost the most beautiful, sweet and smart woman that has ever walked this planet, youâre such a blessing to have around, __â and in between his hard sucks and bites to your vagina, he pecked your entrance devotedly as if it was the entrance to an altar.
âHe will kneel every night to the foot of his bed, praying on God for you to forgive him and give him another chance, he will ask God to make him a better man, someone that deserves youâŚâ even in your mind-breaking, life-changing, religious experience stimulation you were having, you still found some lucidity to notice that Jimin was projecting himself on your ex.
âNo men on this planet deserves you, __. But if someone is going to marry you thatâs going to be meâ and with that he stopped his monologue and started to fuck you with his face, sniffing, inhaling, licking, and sucking the smell and taste of your vertex as if it was the life elixir.
You were reaching the climax for a third time, when you heard Jimin saying something in the distance. You didnât answer to anything he could be asking, the feeling of pleasure being too distracting for you to pay attention to him. He stops kissing your middle, and death stares you. You cry in protest, waving your hips to his face.
âI asked you somethingâ he spitted.
âWhatââ you could barely articulate.
âSay youâre beautiful.â He smiled, looking at you like the crying mess you were. âYouâre beautifulâ you say moving your hips to the direction of his face. He spanks the soft flesh of your legs, anger.
âYou think Iâm stupid? You got to say âIâm beautifulââ he starts to enter a finger in you, and you understood his motive for you to say what you needed to say,
âIâm beautifulâ you whispered, trying to catch air when his fingers reached a new spot in your cabins.
âYou donât sound so convinced, pretty. I might stop if this isnât workingâ he teased but the idea of stop the pleasure drove you crazy and you found yourself screaming âNo! Please, Jimin! I get it, Iâm beautiful!â
âAgainâ he demanded, his mouth attacking the abused pink flesh once again.
âIâm beautiful!â you shouted.
âAgain!â he growls, his voice echoing his whole bedroom.
âIâm beautiful, Iâm so fucking pretty, so, so gorgeousâ you lost your patience and screamed whatever synonym that could work for him. He smiled when he finally had you repeating those words like a mantra, again and again.
You came three more times. You were sleepy and profoundly relaxed when he was finally satisfied with the crying mess you were to his sight. His boner could have never been bigger, and his mind could have never been blurrier, so he sticks out his cock and starts jerking off with the view of you naked, tied and sleepy, adding one more sin to the list.
And thatâs when it hit him, what he had done. He stood up from his bed as soon as it hits him, separating his body to yours like you were on fired and he felt the shame roam his body. What had he done? He rushed to undo the knots on your wrists and let the circulation in your arms run after he briefly massages them. He covers your body with the blanket again, and turn the lights down, closing the door softly to not wake you up.
He was panicking, the feeling of crossing that line he had carefully trace and respect all these years was again in his throat, not letting him breath. What if you reclaim him in the morning? He could deny everything, tell you it was a bad dream and gaslight you, but it would make him even a worst man. No, he would face you and let you kick his ass.
You wake up again, the sunlight covering your face and you could feel noise on the other side of the door. You started to remember what happen during the a.m., how he entered the room and tied you when you were still asleep. How he devoured you and make you scream not just his name but your own followed in praises.
You notice your bare body under the duvet and the smell of sex his mattress radiated. His ripped shirt was gone and in the bureau there was a pajama set, a red stripped pants and a grey shirt. You put them on and prepared to go outside and face him. For a reason you felt ashamed, you were so lust driven last night, you never stopped thinking he was your best friend and that he was crossing boundaries without your consent. But at some point, he ended having your consent, you were begging for it.
âHiâ he shyly greeted you; he was making breakfast but his body freezes when he sees you, eggs getting fried in the pan his left hand was holding âGood morningâ he whispered.
âGood morningâ you responded; the sound of boiling oil filled the awkward silence between you too. You wondered in the memories of what he did to you, and you indeed felt better now. The last of your worries was your cheating boyfriend and now was to come clear with your friend.
âIâm so sorryâ he finally speaks, loud and clear âI donât know what happened to me last night, I just know I wanted to make you forget but I promise it wonât happened again, I hope you can forgive me, thereâs no excuse for my behavior last night I-Iâ
âThereâs nothing for you to be sorry, what happened last night was⌠amazing, and maybe you donât want to do it again, but Iâve never felt more beautiful and praised than last nightâ Jimin smiled at your words, at the end of the day all he wanted to do was to make you feel better.
âď¸ thvlouvreâs p.s. the cover pic is horrible, grammar is not on point and I didnât proof-read it so please, be kind đ. This is meant to be just smut with a little bit of plot, but I got a block in the middle of the hot scene and it was just better to end it nicely than leave it unpublished, remember english isnât my first language and I am publishing this during my break at work, I have no fear of God. Take care and stream Park Jiminđ
summary: you never expected to reunite with the ex that broke your heart years ago after he disappeared on you during your pregnancy, but here he was in the the flesh, asking for a place to stay.
pairings: ex boyfriend!baby daddy!jungkook x f!reader
warnings: smut, angst, alcohol addiction (jungkook is a recovering alcoholic), exes to lovers, fluff, 18+, minors dni
word count: 922
You let out an airy sigh as you enter your home, relieved to finally kick your shoes from your aching feet. You peel off your jacket, hanging the denim on your coat rack. You notice Jungkook still sitting on the couch, just as he was when you left for work this morning. âHey, honey.â You greet the brunette. âHey.â He mumbled, his eyes staying glued to the tv screen. You furrow your brows at his lackluster tone, finding his unenthusiastic attitude off putting as he usually greets you at the door, but you chose not to dwell on it. âWhereâs Junior?â You keep the conversation moving, venturing towards the kitchen.
âAsleep. Where else?â He says with agitation in his voice, subtly hinting that he wasnât quite in the mood for talking. He takes a sip from a plastic red cup that you hadnât spotted in his hand until now. You sense the hostility in the room, so you decide to address it. âIs there a problem?â You ask the brunette, who still refuses to look away from the television. âNo,â he burps. âDo you want one?â
âłDescription: being a guest at the Jeon Estate after a mishap of being kidnapped and dragged into your brothers affairs isnât all that bad. Truth be told it brings you a lot closer to the mobster and owner of the estate Jeon Jungkook himself.
His two rules are simple, donât cause trouble and donât give him a hard time. Somehow you manage to constantly do both in the most endearing way despite being pregnant and waddling around most of the time.
âłPairing: Jungkook/reader, ???/reader
âłGenre: slice of life AU, mafia!AU, pregnancy, thereâs likeâŚa little bit of a plot but not a lot, future smut? maybe? itâs very domestic!
Note: Iâm back AGAIN, simply because I canât get enough of these two!!! theyâre my life line these days tbh! i know I said there wasnât a lot of plot to this BUTâŚ.theres definitely some plot if you squint
âAre you sick?âÂ
Jungkook looked horrendous, it was evident he hadnât showered yet, as his hair was somewhat oily, wild and unbrushed, his voice was raspy and the moment he greeted you good morning, it was evident he was congested.Â
âI donât get sick.â Jungkook replied, but his voice alone gave away the discomfort he was feeling, he sat at the small table attempting to eat but after two bites and the pure agony of attempting to swallow, he gave up.Â
Your lips parted before closing once more, a sigh escaping you, âIf only that were the case,â this had been your concern since he had come home late a few days ago, soaked to the bone and freezing cold.Â
I’m not familiar with the group but I just wanna say I’m so sorry for the fans and even more so his family, friends and members. I also wanna say, do not feel silly if you are upset. You are allowed to grieve people that you don’t know personally. Whenever stuff like this happens, there are shitty people who go out of their way to try and make people feel stupid for reacting. Ignore them. Again, you are allowed to grieve for people you don’t know personally, there’s nothing silly about that.
