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Request Scenario: continuation of my teacher!jimin smut –> part I

Genre: ahem.. ^^

Word Count: 1939 {hehe}

A/N: For those who requested a part two, I’m glad you loved part one and I hope I don’t let you down with part two :3

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It’s been exactly three days, ten hours, and seven minutes since you were sprawled out on his mahogany desk, screaming Mr. Park Jimin’s name.

You remember waking up the next morning with deliciously sore upper thighs and every time you walked, you were reminded of the raw sexual encounter with him. But you also remember slyly making eye contact with him during class, only to be greeted with a blank look. No glimmer of any emotion. That’s what’s been happening the last few days and sitting here in class just stuck starring at him like before sucked. It was like he was just playing with you and after allowing you to have one wicked relishing taste, he snapped it off. Ignoring you and avoiding you. Leaving you to burn in your overflowing sexual appetite.

Thirty minutes into class, your mind was not even on the same planet, your fingers lazily drummed your desk as your eyes followed his every movement an idea came to you. One way or another, he was going to need to look towards your direction because you sat right in the middle of the crowd of students…and he did. The seats for students were elevated, so all you had to do was gradually move your hand toward your thigh and stroke sensually. The second Jimin’s eyes landed on your action, his eyes widen, but smoothly covered up his reaction with a shake of his head– as if he is having a headache of some sort. The fact that you didn’t need to go remotely close to your center to get that sort of reaction from him made you smirk with confidence.

What if I just walked out of class. You thought, the time was going by so dreadfully slow and you weren’t really into taking care of yourself next to your fellow classmates… Here’s go nothing.

Picking up your bookbag, you easily stepped down toward the door of the classroom. You felt all eyes on you, especially Jimin’s, burning holes into your back, but they were all too shocked to say anything, so you walked out. Just like that, you walked out of class with twenty minutes remaining and with absolutely no verbal explanation. Once you were in the cold, empty hallway, you looked both ways, unsure what you should even do now. You weren’t expecting Jimin to run out in the middle class for you, but you wanted this to have some effect. Mindlessly, you directed yourself towards his car and sat down next to it. Strange, yes, but there was no way you could contact him without it being face to face.

“Ah! Y/N!” Jimin’s shocked voice woke you up from your waiting. Still half asleep, Jimin’s strong hands gripped yours and lifted you from the cement floor. Feeling his calloused fingertips and remembering how it felt elsewhere, you woke up immediately.

“You are such an asshole.” The look on Jimin’s face was priceless, you knew he was mad about the disrespect that you had given him.

“Who do you think you are.” He scolded, his voice was now dangerously low, but it only made you want to push him to his limit even more.

“I think I’m someone you can’t bare to look at because you physically cannot keep your hands off me. I think I’m someone who you ache at night to fuck.” You scanned across the deserted school grounds, making sure that there was no one before leaning forward and palming Jimin’s hardening member. His breathing hitched, as his teeth caught his thick bottom lips in a vicious bite. Your lips formed a knowing smile and in the sweetest way possible, you ended the rendezvous with “Have a good night, Mr. Park.” Waving at him before sauntering off. That’ll teach him not to ignore you.

Next few days were torture for Jimin, a simple whiff of your perfume would sent his dick begging for attention. No matter how much he moaned you name at night, trying his best to rid himself of the animalistic urges, it was nothing compared to the pleasure your warm, tight pussy gave him.

“Ahem, Ms. Y/N, please stay after class today. We need to discuss about your grade.” Your insides boiled with humiliation as Jimin told the entire class about your apparent low grades- which you didn’t have. While the class cleared, many of your fellow classmates gave you sympathetic looks. Little did they know.

“What. The. Fuck.” You emphasized each word, trying to control the anger within you. This was not part of your plan to drive him crazy, you wanted him to be eating right out of your hands, but he had the ability to always be ahead– stupid age difference. Jimin didn’t say a word, instead he walked towards you, swung the built-in table on your chair and placed both his arms next to you. Trapping you within your seat. You felt yourself getting wetter by the second because of the hunger behind Jimin’s eyes, but you didn’t want to give in. Looking back at him with a bored expression, you slid under his arms and out from his confinement. Just when you were about to walk off, his hands gripped your wrist. It would’ve been painful, but all you felt was the strong will to rub your legs together. “Let’s go home shall we?” You nonchalantly asked the once again shocked Jimin, he was too easy sometimes. After directing him to your home, you opened up your front door and walked into the empty space. Your parents were gone for the week because of their honeymoon and what’s better than using this opportunity to be as loud as you wanted to be. Who cares about gross, drunk teenagers, when you can be screaming your teacher’s name until your throat hurt, all while he is pleasuring you to the ends of the world.

Jimin wanted to push you against the wall and rip off every piece of clothing off you, but before he could act on his fantasies, you ran off towards your room, leaving him muttering curses behind you.

When you reached your room, you felt Jimin hands pulling you towards him. He leaned in to kiss you but you backed your head away slightly, so his lips only touched yours barely. Your felt his hold you increasingly tighten, but you had other plans in mind. Backing towards your bed, you planted your hands on his firm chest and shoved the older boy onto the soft surface. You wanted to smack the smirk off his face, you knew he was thinking he was finally going to have his way with you, but he has never been so wrong in his entire life. Tearing your uniform off, you allowed Jimin’s lustful eyes feast upon your lacy black underwear, with match garters and tights of course.

“Aren’t you a naughty girl, wearing that at school under your uniform.” Jimin stated, his jeans were getting to tight for comfort as the thought of you hiding this all day long finally settled in his mind. You nodded, biting your lips, giving him the most innocent look you could muster. Crawling up onto your bed, you lightly bounced onto his crotch, making him groan. Just when he thought you were going to kiss him, you reached over to your nightstand and took out two pairs of handcuffs and shackled him against your bed frame. The handcuffs weren’t typical sex-shop pink, fluffy ones either. They were standard police metal handcuffs. The perks of having a police officer as a friend huh?

“What the fuck Y/N.” It was Jimin’s turn to filled with rage, he kept on trying to pull against them, but you knew it was not going to work.

“Mr. Park, it will be a lot less painful if you don’t struggle against it.” You suggested, nipping at his earlobes.

“You will regret this.” He growls back at you, straining against the handcuffs once again.

“I really don’t think I will.” You responded, sliding downward and began unbuttoning his shirt and jeans. You’ve never seen such a hard dick before, no wonder he was in so much pain, his head was almost purple and dripping with pre-cum. You ran your finger up and down his member, your ghostly touch was driving Jimin through the roof. His lips were beginning to draw blood because of how hard he was biting. “Oh no, let’s not do that Mr. Park.” You whispered, pulling his reddening lips away from its previous captivity. You really didn’t want him to get hurt.

“Please Y/N.” You wanted to moan his name because you’ve never felt so much power before. His needy plead made you high, it turned you on so much.

“Huh?” You challenged him, licking the sensitive head. He tasted salty and sweet at the same time, you could not wait to take the large length into your mouth.

“For fuck sakes, Y/N, please! Do something!” He sounded so hoarse, you were beginning to question why you were teasing him so bad, when you can’t even get a hold on yourself. You took him and ignoring your gag reflex, you managed to deep throat him. Gripping at the base you stroke him while moaning, causing vibrations that made Jimin breathily call your name out. Sucking him, you wanted to taste all of him. At one point, you flattened your tongue against his throbbing member and ran it across his pulsing veins. This caused Jimin to pull against your bedframe so intensely, you thought it was going to break. You looked up seeing his face contorted with pleasure, his eyes were squeezed together while his teeth clamped down against each other. He face itself was a piece of art already, but in addition with the sounds he was making… You wanted to recorded it and listen it all night long, while taking yourself to an orgasm that only he could bring you to. Your actions were frenzied, you wanted him to cum, you very soul needed to him to. After a single moan from you, Jimin’s powerful hips thrusted into your mouth releasing himself into you. You starred at him as your swallowed every last drop of him.

“Fuck…” His breathing was shallow and his throat was in pain after screaming your name so much. Everything went by so quickly that all you were driven by was unadulterated yearning to take him and make him yours. Your face flushed with heated embarrassment when you saw the red marks that manifested across Jimin’s wrist. Over the dominate feel, you quickly released Jimin from his bondage.

“Oh I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you.” You stammered, lightly touching the red lines, afraid that it would hurt if touched to harshly. Jimin idly tilted his head towards me and smiled, “I’m fine Y/N… I’m just tired now.” He chuckled shortly.

“Weak.” You teased back, stroking his unleveled hair. The setting sun was gleaming through your windows and shining onto his hair, making it golden.

“Psh… You just did a good job.” He shyly admits, a pink tint rising to his cheeks.

“So…” You continued, memorizing his facial features, afraid that you won’t be able to see this again.

“Where are your parents?” He asked, wetting his lips.

“They are gone for a week.” You whispered, anxious about why he asked.

“I don’t think the school would stalk us enough to know if we pretended to be together for a week right?” He asked, rubbing your arm tenderly.

“Nope.” You beamed, imagining how incredible this week will be.

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Hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did writing it;) Keep on requesting {I do have three on request currently} 

Request Scenario: You end up breaking up with Jimin, but you find out you got pregnant…

Genre: smutty fluffy

Word Count: 1920 {it’s actually terrifying me how easy it is to write so much now without even meaning to}

A/N: I’m so so sorry for updating so slowly, school sucks ass, but I am apart it. so I can get a job and stalk BTS in the future and see all the concerts and fan signs and what not. But I’m hope you like it anon…:) xx

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This was all a mistake, why did you even think this was going to work out. Panic was beginning to settle within your bones as you stuffed all your belongings carelessly into your bag.

“No… No, Y/N, stop. Please stop.” Jimin was leaning against the door frame, tears rolling down the cheeks you once loved to poke and to kiss. You knew this was what’s best for him, Jimin’s life would be so much simpler without you… or so you’ve been telling yourself for the past few days before building enough strength to tell Jimin that this was over. You wanted to be held by him, to tell him that it was you two against the world, but it was too much. You could see it in his eyes even when he was telling that a secret relationship really wasn’t that hard– it was. It was difficult for the both of you, all the hiding and sneaking around. You could also tell the pressure of being a good boyfriend and a good idol for his fans was getting increasingly hard to handle, so for him, you decided that it would be better just break it off now.

The back of your throat pained with the guilt of leaving behind someone you’ve loved for the past year, you had to pretend that you didn’t care about him anymore, it was easier that way. Right? Slamming the door against Jimin’s tear-stained face, you stumbled into your car before you let out a scream. Banging your tightly wounded fist on every surface, anger poured out of you.

Why was the entire universe just forcing you apart from the one person you loved the most in the entire planet. Why. And just to think that a week ago, you were laying underneath his weight while he made love to you like never before.

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One year anniversary and Jimin thought what else will be better than to tease you endlessly through dinner.m, but insisting that you must at least act appropriate throughout his homemade full course dinner. The wine was coursing through your body, making you filled with heated passion for the boy sitting in front of you in an all black outfit. He knew just how much you craved him wearing all black, having his bright hair contrasting against the absence of color. But sooner or later, you were tired of this foreplay, pulling him into your kiss, you pushed him towards the bedroom.

“Someone’s eager…” He smirked, knowing you were desperate to feel him all over you.

“And someone’s an asshole.” You retorted back, shoving him onto the bed as you see his mood take a monumental shift.

Your back arched in pleasure as his rough hands massaged your breasts, your breathing quickened while your fingers tangled themselves in his sunset locks. Jimin loved to run his hands along the side of your stomach, just barely, before reaching for your back once more, pulling you into his body, skin sticking onto each other, melting into each other. After so long, he had every curve and edge of your body engraved into the back of his mind.

The teasing bites and his thick lips imprinting themselves all over your bruising neck. Your head thrown backwards as the your senses heightened with every touch you received from him. Your lips almost lost its cherry pigment because of the tight grip your teeth placed upon them. You had to have him, you body ached to be filled by him and only him.

“You ready baby?” It was small things like this when you know that you weren’t just having sex, he cared for you to know that he didn’t desire for a quick release. He wanted to be able to replay exactly how your body reacted to him. You soundlessly nodded, feeling you expand within while his length filled every part of you, the veins that ran up  along the side of his shaft, you felt it all. You knew he wanted to go slow, to watch you unravel right in front of him slowly, but you were selfish and needed him now.

“Faster,” you whined, begging for him to thrust into you until you were raw and still feeling the effects the morning after.

So consumed in the moment, Jimin gradually sped up his actions, rocking your entire body with his quick deep thrusts. You felt his length slamming against you in an incredible speed that made you almost lightheaded. Cradling you within his embrace, you couldn’t control yourself from biting onto his collarbone when you reached the peak. The intensity made you buzz with incoherent thoughts as Jimin rode you down from you high.

“Oh my god.” Your body tingled with every move as Jimin looked down into your eyes, smiling shyly before laying his lips down onto yours.

“I love you…” He mumbled tiredly against the crook of your neck, sending a dull shiver down your spine.

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The revolting aftertaste remained on your tongue, even after the fifth cup of water. Your head pounded and even a glance at anything edible made you want to hurl.

“Are you okay?” Your friend looked at you worriedly. Just before you could answer, you sprinted into the bathroom once again and the contents of your breakfast decorated the floor beneath you.

Agh…

Mentally running through the list of food you have eaten for past few days, your friend coughed gently for you attention as you were still huddled over the counter of your coffee shop.

“What?” You grunted, glancing at your friend who was now nodding towards the door.

Red-faced with a head-splitting headache was probably not the best way to see your ex’s best friends standing in front of you with questionable expressions.

“What’s going on?” You managed to speak out, you felt like you could die, but at the same time your mind decided to dive into the worst scenario for why the boys would be all here.

“We are not saying we know exactly what happened between you two, but we do know that Jimin is suffering because of it.” Namjoon walked forward from the group. You wanted to cry out saying he wasn’t the only one, but you kept your mouth shut and face blank.

“Well, I’m sorry for that, but that’s not my—” The fact that your own body couldn’t take the lie was the first sign that you have made a terrible decision.

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Every step was heavy, you felt like the world was screaming into your ears all at once, but you kept on walking. Pushing through the door and blindly stumbling into the aisle of the store.

It cannot be… That cannot be why I’m sick.

Your back glided down the cold tiled wall as the small positive sign confirmed your assumptions. Toying the test around your hand, you sat with a calmness that hasn’t visited you in a while. Was it all that terrible though? The worst thing that could come out of this is that you will be a single mother, but you dreaded the moment you will have to tell Jimin. You won’t blame him for avoiding this, but deep inside, you also knew Jimin would take full responsibility because that was the boy you are in love with.

Now your hands decided to shake furiously as your heart began beating out of your chest with the dial tone beeping on your phone. Immediately after one beat, you could hear him sniffling from the opposite side.

“Y/N… Please Y/N. Please come back to me.” You bit your lips from bursting into tears from the hurt you heard in his crackling voice, you were beginning to wonder why you even left in the first place. What were you thinking. Why were you so stupid.

“You have time to meet up?” You whispered, trying to not sound like you were continuously having tears swell up from your eyes.

“Yes, oh my god, yes. Now? I can meet you now. Where are you.” You could hear him putting on a jacket and shuffling through the dorm, you also knew he was going to get in a lot of trouble for leaving at this late hour.

“No, you will get in trouble.”

“I don’t care. You are at home right? I’m walking out right now.” And so you heard the soft blow of the midnight wind through his phone.

Within ten minutes, you heard the doorbell rang through the house. Deep breaths, Y/N. Deep breaths.

“Hi–” you greeting was interrupted by a chilled jacket wrapping itself around you as you were pressed against his chest, breathing in his familiar scent, you momentarily closed your eyes in bliss.

“Y/N. I don’t know what I did wrong to make you leave me, but I am so so sorry. Please take me back. I’ll do whatever it takes, I need you, I cannot live without you. I haven’t been able to sleep, eat, or practice properly. Please, I’m begging you Y/N. Please please….” Jimin’s knee buckled as they came slamming down in front you, “please Y/N… Please be mine again. I cannot live without you.” He whispered defeatedly at the end, out of breath from the quick burst of words.

You stood there in silence as you stared at the boy kneeling on his knees. Would he still stay this if he knew what is growing inside of me?

“I’m pregnant.” You simply stated, not knowing exactly what you were suppose to say to break the news to the unexpected boy.

“Huh?” He tilted his head like a lost puppy with his fluffy hair sweeping to one side. Damn it, how. How does he still look so beautiful.

“I’m pregnant. With child. There’s someone growing inside me. Baby. B-A-B-Y.” After the first time, you could repeat this all day before he got what you meant because you were actually getting excited for finally acknowledging the treasure within you, or maybe it’s just the hormones.

Jimin’s eyes began to widen, while his mouth gapped open, he was in shock alright.

“I understand this was unexpected and definitely not what you want. We are still so young and this will ruin your image in so many ways. I don’t want be the reason why Bangtan looses their Army, but I’m keeping this baby even if you are in the picture or not.” You finally allowed the tears to flow freely down your face, dropping small puddles onto the ground.

“Don’t you ever say such a thing. I will take care of this baby and if we need to get married, then we will. Y/N, I love you so much that no matter what happens, I will always be there for you. For all I know, I’m happy this happened because you are returning to me. I don’t know if I’m ready to be a father, but I’m will do my best. I will not leave you over this because this baby will be taken care of by two parents. Okay?” Jimin cupped your face, tenderly lifting your chin up, so you could actually look him in the eye. His eyes shaping into their smiling slits, which twinkled even in the dimness of your living room. What did you do in your past life to deserve him…

You were now crying with joy, nodding like a maniac, trying to show just how grateful you were of him. You both knew many challenges will be coming your way because of this, but what mattered most was this baby and your relationship. It was you two against the world after all.

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Jimin makes me cry. Hope you enjoyed this xx

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Scenario Request: Highschool teacher Jimin smut 

Genre: SMUT. 

Word Count: 1797 

A/N: I’m still trying to catch my breath from writing this. I hope you guys enjoy this. Sorry anon, this took a few days :(

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To say that Jimin was frustrated was saying the least. The first time he saw you he felt something within him that he couldn’t put into words, but after a few months of seeing you everyday he knew he wanted you. To feel you, to hold you in his arms, to whisper sweet nothings in your ear, but most of all, to be able to hear you writher beneath him, moaning his name.

There’s only a small problem. He was your teacher and you were his student.

“Um sir?” You mumbled, raising your hand. You were about to chuck this stupid work packet on the floor. People who said senior year will be easy was lying, flat out lied.

“Hm yes, Y/N?” He shuffled behind his desk before strolling to yours, taking long strides. Mr. Park, fresh out of college and god, did he get the girls talking. He always wears these jeans that were just tight enough to insinuate his nice firm ass and leg muscles– every single step he took, you could see them working against the dark fabric. Perfectly-sized jeans, a white collared shirt with sleeves rolled up tightly to the top of his elbows, and a proper navy blue tie. You were such a good, innocent student until this year. He wrecked your life and you hated him for it, but you also loved every part of the sinful tug of war between your desire-filled heart and practical mind.

“Ahem…” You snapped out of your daydream, jerking your eyes to focus on the person who have been starring in all your nightly fantasies. There he was, just looking at you with those eyes. Fuck all those who make fun of small eyes, he made them the sexiest feature. They always looked at you all hooded and dark, you could never tell what he was thinking and it intrigued every nerve of your body.

“I’m sorry sir, I’m just incredibly tired today.” You explained, squeezing your eyes shut and opening them again, trying your best to look completely out of it. However, you have never felt so alive until now, feeling his body heat so close to you. “Umm I am confused about this, how should I even start?” Pointing at the horrid looking math problem written in front of you. In your defense, you truly didn’t know how to start, you didn’t call him over just to be next to him.

“Well, what the formula for integral by parts?” He asks, his voice low, speaking directly next to your ear. He was leaning against your desk, positioning his entire weight towards his one upright arm and the other smoothly twirling a pen with his fingers above your paper. You mind unconsciously began to imagine the things he could do with those fingers and before you knew it, you groaned aloud, covering your face, angry that your mind even when in that direction.

“Woah. Woah. It’s not that hard.” Mr. Park laughed, not knowing the true reason behind your actions. You’ve never thought about these things in your life! You are not that kind of girl, but every time you see him, your breath catches in your throat and your heart beats a little faster. You didn’t want to just sleep with him, you wanted to be his. You also knew you would totally go for it if he wasn’t your teacher, after all, he was just four years older than you.

The bell rang just when you decided to shake off your thoughts and focus at the task at hand, “If you are able to stay a little after school, I could help you with this problem. If you can’t, it’s okay.” He suggested, ruffling his hair at the same time. How can one look so damn cute and hot at the same time?!

“Sure.” You answered, sitting back on your seat. After school. Mr. Park. Oh god.

“But I have to go to this one quick meeting after, I will immediately run back here okay? 5 minutes top. I promise.” He raised his eyebrows, walking towards the door to leave.

“Ohhh.” Now you are all alone with your thoughts racing in your mind–in the classroom where you suffer every day trying to control yourself.

Jimin could not believe you were going to be with him, all alone, in the room. Oh the impure thoughts that were flashing before his eyes, made his jeans tighten. Holding in a soft groan, he opened up the door to the principal’s office.

You sat, flipping your eraser up and down, five minutes into waiting and you were already bored. Allowing your imagination take over, you began to list all possible ways you could fuck Mr. Park in the room. After each scenario, you could feel your cheeks heat up just a little more. All these repressed feelings just caused you get even more annoyed, “Y/N! You can just think about fucking your teacher. You idiot!” You shouted, your blunt statement echoing throughout the classroom. It wasn’t until you put your face into your palms that you heard awkward tapping of shoes behind you. Bolting straight off your chair, you spun around and your worst nightmare came true. You just screamed saying you wanted to do it with your teacher, who just so happened to be standing right behind you.

Seeing your reddening face, so filled with embarrassment, gave confidence to Jimin. For now he knew how you felt about him and there was nothing that could stop him from doing what he has always wanted to do.

“Y/N.” His guttural voice, flooded your senses and subsequently, your lower region.

“Mr. Park, umm…” Yeah, there was no way you could talk yourself out of this, you didn’t even know why you tried.

“Jimin. Just call me Jimin.” His body was getting closer and closer to you until his face was only centimeters away from yours. You could see the very creases of his eyelids and the pattern on his pink pouting lips. You could feel his breath being taken in and released, the deep expanding of his chest against yours. There you two stood, just waiting, the tension between you was unbearable. Your eyes silently challenged the other person to take the step across that line and into the forbidden place of lust and passion. He was first to give into the heated looks, grabbing onto your neck and crushing your lips. His soft lips embraced yours with such a desperate need behind them, he was kissing you like he needed you in order survive. As his lips caressed yours, his hands traveled downward and lifted you effortlessly, allowing you to wrap your legs around his torso. Through your flimsy underwear, you could feel the rough material of his jeans rubbing against your now soaking wet core. Your entire body shook as every step Jimin took towards his desk deepened the feeling. Setting you down upon the wooden desk, he took a step back and admired your tousled hair, swollen lips that begged for more attention, and your top wrinkled with a few buttons already released from its restraint.

“Y/N. What were you thinking about before I so rudely interrupted?” He whispered, slowly unbuttoning your top. You, on the other hand, wanted to extend your arm and rip off his stupid perfect tie and shirt. Lost in your own delicious thoughts once again, Jimin snapped his fingers harshly and repeated his question.

“I— I was…” you whimpered out, powerless over your own tongue. “I was thinking— thinking about the different ways we could… Umm have sex in this room.”

“Oh yeah? Do share.” He commanded, freeing you from your top and now his hands slid down your stomach and tugged at your skirt.

“Well… Your tie.” your throat was suddenly dry and your voice sounded coarse and weak. After you mention his tie, Jimin’s head lifted and his eyes were so dark.

“This thing?” His fingers looped around the silky navy fabric. Oh you wanted to feel it against your wrist… “Do you want Mr. Park to tie you up like a naughty girl you are?” He knew exactly what you wanted.

Raising your wrist above your head, he tied your wrist to the chair that was behind the desk, rendering you useless and incapable of moving your hands.

Shit, why did I tell him this? I want to touch him so bad. Your immediate regret of actions were made known as you closed your eyes and whined.

“Awww Y/N wants to touch her teacher, doesn’t she.” Jimin teased, running a single digit up your thighs. Finally pulling off your underwear, the last thing you coherently saw was a mob of bright orange hair disappear between your legs. His tongue latched onto your clit and sucked, making you cry out his name, the feeling so foreign for you, but so utterly good. Slipping two fingers into you, he began pumping while still stimulating your sensitive bud.

“Faster…” you moaned, pulling hard against your restraint. How did he know how to tie it so well? But you didn’t care because you were so lost against his actions that you could no longer think properly. Jimin then decided to lift your lower body completely off the table, placing your legs on his shoulders, giving him better access to give you more pleasure that you have ever experienced in your entire life.

Your initial soft whimpers have changed into constant loud groans of his name, Jimin had to hold you down a little because of how hard you were pushing yourself into him. A slow burn began to churn through every cell of your body, your body tensed, and your breathing was erratic.

“Jimin!” you screamed, breaking through the silk restraints. After your release, you could feel Jimin cleaning you up, taking up every single drop, before he lifted his eyes to meet yours. He slowly pulls you towards him and had you straddling his hips gently, you could see his chin glistening with you as your shyly dabbed it away with your fingers. Meaning to maybe just wipe it off on your thigh, Jimin grabbed your hand and sucked on your fingers. You gasped lightly.

“I’m sorry, you just taste so good.” He lazily looked up and said.

“Umm…” You were at lost for words, what does one say to that?

“You are so beautiful…” Jimin murmured, resting his head against the base of your neck. You two embraced each other and it just felt perfect… But the annoying little voice inside of both your minds came back and screamed at the situation you were now in. Together, you both sighed aloud, not knowing what to do about this in the future.

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so, how was that? I really really hope you liked it anon and other readers :3 Have sweet dreams and keep on requesting!

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Final Part of Teacher!Jimin series Forbidden Attraction 

Part I/Part II/Part III/Alternative Ending 

Genre: fluff and smut

Word Count: 3127

A/N: Oh gosh, I really couldn’t believe the feedback I got from this. It all started from one request, which I’m so thankful for anon. xx Hope you guys like the last part.

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Tossing and turning, feeling nothing but emptiness next to you. The fantasy was over, the small moments where your heart leaped out of your chest because of how real it felt… all over.

“Sweetheart, Y/N. Come on, it’s time for school.” Your mum called out from beneath the staircase. Although it still made your heart skip a beat when you saw his ethereal figures, it was masked behind this cold look, distant, and not yours.

Oh boohoo, what a problem you have being a highschooler. Oh what shall you ever do if you don’t get to fuck your little teacher toy for one day. The sick laugh rang inside your head as you winced at the voice within you. But in a way, you knew it was true, while everybody around you were beginning to worry about which college they will be going to, your only problem was a boy– a man.

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“You guys hide it so well!” Your bestfriend, Mia, declared in the hallway, causing a few looks to be shot at your direction.

“Shush!” You shouted as quietly as you possibly could.

“Seriously though… So you guys have definitely done some thing. What have you guys done.” Mia winked at you and asked with a hushed voice. You couldn’t answer because you began to remember the feeling of Jimin’s lips latching themselves onto every section of your body and the musky smell of your sheets and pillows the morning after. The amount of laundry you voluntarily did without a second thought would have made your mother faint, but so would the reason why. Your hesitation was enough for Mia because she gasped and slapped you harder than you expected on your arm, “Oh my god!”

“Ow! Stop it!” You hissed back, rubbing your arm, the sting only caused you to remember the time Jimin decided it would be fun to slap your ass while ramming into you, making your head spin like never before.

“Oh my god, that just made you think about him again!” She shouted once more. Looking up to avoid her prying eyes, your eyes were instead greeted with the distinct hooded eyes which has followed your every move for the past few weeks when you didn’t realize.

You stared him and you knew he saw the sadness in your eyes. Hell, he didn’t even have to look at your eyes to know. Everything about you has changed ever since he left your home on the Sunday night you parents came. You couldn’t sleep soundly now because of the void of the burning heat that used to warm you up at night, you missed feeling his smooth chest against your palm every time you turned around because he never once let you go during the night. Or how his hair would reflect the sun rays when they hit his hair in the mornings. You hated feeling so lost without him, you kept on telling yourself that you weren’t the type of girl that depended on a man, but so did Jimin, who didn’t think he was the type of guy that relied on a girl so much either.

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Walking out of his car everyday after a shitload of work, all he gets to anticipate inside his home was loneliness and piles of paper to grade. No ability to wrap his arms around your soft body, while sprinkling kisses along your neck making you squeal and laugh. Not being able to sleep with the smell of your hair gently tickling his nose and waking up in morning with the beauty of your half awake eyes, angelic morning voice, and the way you still managed to smile so brightly and sincere after a night of hardly any sleep.

These thoughts haunted every empty corners of his house, every time he looked up from the floor, he could imagine you dancing around in glee. It was torture not being able to walk up to you at school and hold you tightly, all he gets to do is stare at you like something he could never obtain in this lifetime. Only a few damn years.

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Another day, another dull and uneventful day. Walking into the room, you were gently pushed around by the bustling group of your fellow peers, you took your seat in the middle of room.

“Oooo is that a note from him?” Mia whispered, pointing at the small folded note on your table. What?

Carefully unfolding the sheet of yellow paper, the air seemed have left your lungs, rendering you the inability to breath.

I know what you and Mr. Parks have been up to. You slut.

Your eyes snapped up to look at Jimin, he has never seen you look so scared, causing his mind to run wild with worst possible thing.

“Y/N.” Mia whispered, reflecting the fear in your entire body.

“Mia…” You felt the tears trying to seep their way through your eyes, not feeling the smirk that was facing in your direction.

That’s what you get, bitch.

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“Maybe it’s just a joke… I mean, there’s no way anybody would have found out.” Mia hypothesized, trying to ease away your anxiety that was beginning to overwhelm all your sense.

“Seriously?! Nobody would be that specific. Nobody even notices me, why would they send it me?” You groaned, slamming your forehead against the library table. This is what you get, Y/N. Why did you even think for a second that having a relationship with your teacher was a good idea?

“I’m sure it’s nothing. Trust me, tomorrow, it will be like it never happened. When am I ever wrong about these dumb high school pranks? Remember I’m dating the school’s biggest dumbo.” Mia gestured towards her grinning boyfriend with a fake disappointed expression. It doesn’t take a genius to see how in love they were…

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Mia was wrong. Mia was dead wrong.

You think you are so smooth, teasing him like that? You are such a whore and everybody knows it.

“Real mature.” Mia sneered at the note, also placed there the next morning. You could see Jimin trying to get your attention without being too obvious, but from the way he was bouncing a little up and down at the bottom of room was far from being sly.

“I don’t care if it’s immature or not. Jimin could get fired and I could get suspended!” You sharply answered, looking around to see who would have placed this threatening note, you saw nothing, but a sea of tired faces trying to get calculus over with. You were tired of this and wanted to face whoever wrote this note, so picking up your pen, you scribbled back, “Why don’t you tell it to my face instead of hiding behind a dumb note?”

“Go Y/N.” Mia encouragingly pumped her fist into the air lightly, praising your forwardness.

Tomorrow couldn’t come faster. You wanted none of this.

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You were actually standing alone, after school, in front of the 2nd floor girl bathroom. You could laugh at just how dramatic this all was, but you more worried about whoever this person was, saying it to the school board.

“I’m surprised.” The thickly sweet voice made you spin around to find its source. Standing before you was none other than the female class president, Lauren.

“Lauren?” To say you were shocked was a large understatement.

“You know, if you want to keep your little affair with Mr. Park a secret, you might not want to make him jealous at Jungkook’s party and have him drag you out of the house.” Your cringed at the thought that she was there that night to witness that entire scene.

“You saw th—”

“So how’d you do it? Spread your slutty legs underneath the table? Beg for a good grade?” Oh, this girl should write a story.  You were now more than an a little annoyed by her rude assumptions.

“She did nothing of that sorts and I’m more than positive that you can be taken out of student council with making that sort of accusation against another students.” Jimin was leaning against the wall with an grim expression, making both you and Lauren jaw gap wide open. Where did he come from?

“Ms. Lauren, I suggest you take precautions before putting threatening notes on other student’s desks. Ms. Y/N, you on the other hand need to not ever call your teacher to pick you up from a party just because you were drunk. It’s highly inappropriate and this idiotic teenage girl drama? I expect it to be completely over by Monday.” And with that Jimin strolled away, facing his toned back towards you and hands, sophisticatedly placed within his pants pockets. Park Jimin.

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“Hey Y/N.” Until now, you’ve always rolled your eyes when people used the phrase “his voice was music to my ears”, but now you were the one forming that thought when you heard him call out for you.

“Jimin…” You weakly whispered back, afraid that someone might overhear you two. Things were looking worst and worst for you two as the last few weeks of school was approaching.

“Just come home with me.” The power he had over you with just the way he spoke your name made you finally realize that you cannot deny how much he has instilled himself into your every thought.

The last time you were in his car your head was very much in pain and you couldn’t see anything clearly other than the roof light glaring at your bloodshot eyes. But now you saw how clean he was, with a few exceptions of gum wrappers in the cup holder.

“I just don’t understand why people leave their car filthy. I’m not a clean freak.” Jimin read your mind as you rotated your neck, observing the car’s surrounding. Your chest vibrated as you chuckled at his declaration, dork.

“So, why are you bringing me home?” You asked, swirling your fingertip on the fogging glass.

“I miss you…” He whispered, like this was the first time he’s admired that out loud, “I don’t mean that complete sexual way.”

“Killed the mood, Jimin.” You laughed at his add-on that he felt like he needed.

“Sorry.” He hung his head a little before taking a turn around the corner into a nice neighborhood complex.

“Jimin…” It was your turn to lower your voice, this was a really nice neighborhood.

You sat in silence as your sat frozen in the car, staring at the house in front of you. Jimin was now staring at you, laughing, and taking his keys out of the ignition.

“Come on babe.” That only made your heart tighten with bittersweet sentiments, why is this so unfair. Taking small steps towards the giant house, you couldn’t wait until your voice came back to you to ask him how the hell he owns this. You almost choked when you saw the interior, it was beautiful, and you could even see the pool in the backyard.

“There’s a fucking fireplace in the middle of the living room.” You gawked at the design of the place, it was ridiculous.

“You like it?” Jimin tossed his bag on the couch and placed your next to you.

“You’re making it sound like we’re looking for a house.” You laughed, once again the feeling returned.

“What is this, Y/N…” He wasn’t in your line of view, standing directly behind you, you could feel the ghost of his breath on the back of your neck. It was the silent question that danced in the air ever since Jimin touched you for the very first time, but both of you were too afraid to ask it.

“I don’t know.” You admitted, wet droplets crawling your cheeks, finally able to show themselves after all this time.

“Shhhh don’t cry, Y/N.” Jimin spun you around, his soft lips made contact with each salty tear and kissed them away. All you knew right now was that you just needed to be close to him, to be able to finally touch him after the weeks of neglect. Weaving your fingers through his lush hair, you sank into his lips with a new found urgency. Everything was going in slow motion as you two venture into the dark abyss of your desires, gripping your thighs and lifting them up to wrap around his torso, he stood there momentarily, having you manipulating every nerve of his body for your will. He wanted to be here forever.

Walking blindly towards the hallway that led to his bedroom, Jimin pressed you against the cold wall, unable to control himself any longer, he rolled himself into your core as he began painting bruises on your neck.

You could feel him through the rough materials of his jeans, which only stimulated the sensation even more. His arms wrapped around your body, ready to lift you into the room.

“No stay.. Stay.” You moaned, grinding yourself into him, making his forehead fall against yours as he winced at the restricting cloth. Your feet touched the ground as he released you from his embrace to pull your top away from you. After each lost of clothing, your lips would be on each other once again, where it be his lips sucking harshly on your neck or you nipping at his earlobe and jawline. His hands were painfully slow when he reached your skirt, reaching behind you and squeezing your ass, making you yelp. Jimin left your skirt on, but ripped off your flimsy pantyhose and panties.

“Does Sir have a skirt kink?” You teased, gasping wantonly when Jimin lifted you up against the wall again.

“I have a Y/N kink.” He grunted, gripping your waist as his swollen lips traveled down to spend some sweet time on your needy breast. Your nipples erected in attention, the way his hands squeezed and massaged your mounds always made you think that you could come right then and there, but then he would move onto sucking down your stomach. You couldn’t even believe he was still holding you up, but suddenly you felt the welcomed intrusion of his length thrusting deeply into your soaked folds. Your back rubbed against the now heated wall, for some reason or another, this felt different. Like it was first time, consuming him, while he entered you over and over again. The built-up was slow, but painfully delicious. Your lips connected with his, but this time it was more harsh, biting and pulling onto his bottom lips, making him hiss at your rough treatment.

The shallow breathing between you two mixed with the sounds of him diving into you was something that will forever be burned into the back your mind, even for years to come. It was in perfect harmony, you couldn’t hold on any longer, your nails raked themselves along his once pale back, which was now decorated with your mark of ownership. All eight red lines of irritation.

“Fuck Jimin…” You gasped, he was pulling almost completely out before slamming back in you. You could feel him in your stomach every time, making you scream in utter pleasure.

Gasping for air, your eyes widen as Jimin moved you towards his bedroom. You were already slightly exhausted, but you knew he could get you thirsting for him as soon as he touched your skin, electrifying all your senses.

Landing onto the bed, you decided to change things up a bit because all this was going too slow for your taste. Hooking your thighs onto his pelvis, you flipped him over until he was under you and completely at your mercy.

“I’m gonna ride you Mr. Park…” Your voice reached a new low octave, so thick with lust, you wanted the man beneath to be withering under your every touch. Jimin noticed your new persona because his lips were tightly bitten when his eyes made contact with your darkened ones.

Gripping his thick shaft, you sank into it, it was impossible how big and hard it still felt. Your small hands placed against his chest, you could feel its expansion increasing in speed as your hips began to move. Quickening your movements, you would immediately slow down when you feel Jimin throbbing within you, ready for release.

“Damn it Y/N. Let me come.” Jimin groaned, frustrated in the position he was in. A faint giggle left your lips, allowing Jimin to know that you weren’t planning on doing that any time soon.

With no restraints this time, he massaged your ass as a warning, which you did not get, and landed a quick slap on it. It bit into your skin, making you moan because of its effect on your constant rocking on his length.

“Faster Y/N.” He commanded, orange hair strewn across his face, eyes squinting dominantly at you. He made you want to give it to him and every fiber of your body hated the power he had over you, but you complied. Skin slapping against skin, your moan and groans echoed throughout the large room, filling up your ears with only sounds of passion.

“Come on babygirl, come for me.” This made you whine, gripping on his shoulder for support, you sank into him in incredible speed that you didn’t know you could, but so did the volume of the scream you released. Collapsing onto his chest, your breathing was erratic, trying to catch your breath every time. Both knowing this will probably be the last time you two were together, you clung onto each other like lifelines. Unable to let go.

“Reality sucks…” You whimpered, tracing his chest with your finger, wanting to memorize every part of his body.

“I love you.” His confession made you felt like you drowning, lungs closing up with pain, as breathing got more difficult.

“I’m sorry.” You began pounding softly against his chest, not knowing whether to smile at his feelings or cry and yell at him for making life so much more difficult now.

“Damn you, Jimin.”

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Running your hands along the wall with plaster peeling off its side, the memories that were secretly written on every edge. Who knew it will would all go by so quickly, graduation ceremony was over and now you were left alone to mindlessly wander through the halls of a place that you for once didn’t want to leave.

“Y/N…” And the real reason why you didn’t want to leave.

“Jimin…” Before you could get another word out, his lips were on your shamelessly in the middle of the deserted hallways. It felt different because it was last time your lips will ever touched his. Your hands ran themselves around his neck, his hair, and his face. You will never be able to get enough of him and now you were forced to let him go. A piece of heart felt like it was ripped away from you when your lips disconnected, leaving you two breathing deeply and looking at each other one last time.

“Goodbye Jimin.”

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HAPPY ENDING HERE

Depressing af, but no worries, working on the happier ending for this. I felt this was more appropriate and more realistic, but this is mini fanfic anyways, so who gives a crap about reality huh? 

THANK YOU FOR ALL THOSE WHO READ ALL FOUR PARTS. LOVE YOU IMMENSELY. xx

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Request Scenario: Requested Part III of my Teacher!Jimin series - “Forbidden Attraction” Here is Part I and Part II

Genre: fluff and smut

Word Count: 2564

A/N: This turned into a mini fanfic tbh the more I wrote… so I guess that’s what this is now. I will be writing four parts… Hope you enjoy it @sargentfangirl​ and my other beautiful readers xx

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“JIMIN.” Your cry out in ecstasy couldn’t even reach the top of your lungs because it hurts too much. Even though your body was accustomed to daily mind-blowing sex, your vocal cords seem to not be able to keep up with how vocal you were in bed.

“Oh baby… You might need some medicine for that throat of yours. I don’t want you hurt yourself.” Jimin cooed, slowly pulling out of your warmth, and began cuddling you.

“Mmmm…” You sounded in agreement, it was Monday night and even though Jimin stated that he wasn’t using you for your body multiple times, it was impossible for you to keep your hands off him.

The first weekend together went something like this, you walked into the kitchen seeing Jimin in his shirtless glory cooking breakfast, his orange tinted hair was still damp with droplets of water, some sticking to the back of his neck. The neck that you always seem to find yourself attaching your lips to when getting too close to its proximity. His tummy still soft but you could see the outlines of abs, his arms bulged every time he moved them, and his skin was so beautifully pale against the sunlight seeping in through the sunroof that you could see the residue of water of his broad shoulders. Even after so many times with his gorgeous body, you still flush at the sight of your red marks on his back that caused his skin to rise up in irritation. That was the only thing that ruined his muscular back, the red marks that was caused of your immense animalistic urges that were now lightening to a pink tone.

“I’m sorry about your back…” You had whispered, chewing your thumb in worry. It must have hurt so bad.

“Huh?” Jimin didn’t realize what you had meant, so he tilted his body against the large mirror your mother had decorated kitchen with. Seeing what you were apologizing about, he smirked dangerously, “Oh I love those… It just reminds me everyday how good I can make you feel. I love those scratches made your delicate fingers.” Why isn’t he an English teacher, he is wasting his perfectly good talent on dumb calculus. This words made you fill up with desire once more, you loved and hated how easy it was for him to just switch something within you and turn you on. So there he was, flipping some pancakes, with nothing but a towel around his hips.

“What? I don’t have any boxers, I would need to go home to pack something for the week.” That was his explanation, well, you didn’t care because you couldn’t help yourself. You spun him around, hitting the small of his back on the cool granite countertop and stared up at him.

“I hate you for making me feel this way.” You meant it by the best way possible, but you went down before Jimin could express his feelings. All he felt after was your warm mouth consuming his flaccid member, which immediately rose up in attention from your stimulations. There was no foreplay, you were just hungry for him, so you sucked fast and hard.

“Aghhh Y/N. Slow down, I can’t hold it in if you keep doing this.” Jimin hissed, pulling your hair away from your face, so he could see himself being sucked by your plump o-shaped lips. You didn’t care for a word he said, this wasn’t for him, you were being selfish, you just wanted to taste him and you did. He came hard, some of his seed spilled over down your chin, but you swiped it up with your fingers and swallowed it all.

“Y/N… What am I going to do with you.” It was not even 10 o'clock on a Saturday morning and he was already high with libido, but slightly drained from what just happened.

“So what am I having for my next breakfast.” You teased, looking at the pieces of pancake on the stove.

“Wait,” remembering what you had said before the little bonding time, Jimin was worried that you were just doing this he was sexually driving you frustration and not because you truly liked him. “Do you seriously hate the way I make you feel?”

“What?!” It wasn’t until a moment that you remembered what you said. “No! I was just kidding, you do drive me mad with lust, but I love it and I like being with you.” You reassured the man in front of you.

“Okay good.” He stated simply, a smile breaking through his face. You swear he was specifically sculpted by god.

“Could we maybe catch a movie tonight?” You suggested, you didn’t know why because it’s not like you two could date, but why not. You felt invincible with him, you felt confident.

“Have you done your homework?” The teacher within him couldn’t resist, Jimin just had to ask.

“Yah! Are you serious right now? I have like no homework this weekend.” You shouted playfully hitting his arms.

“Okay okay okay. A movie it is.”

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After walking out of the movies, you two fawned over how incredible the picture was, but that was short-lived when your eyes saw your best friend with her boyfriend walking towards you two. Flinging Jimin’s hands from yours harshly, you smiled at them, hoping they didn’t see anything. Jimin’s head snapped towards your sudden movement.

“Y/N! Mr. Park?!” They both yelled in disbelief. “What are you two doing here together?”

“Together? Ew no. We just ran to each other after the movie.” You quickly stated, wincing when you fringed disgust.

“Ahhhh okay. Wait, how’d you get here then?” Your lovely, smart, observant best friend. You wanted to slightly strangle her. There was no use of lying to her, you’ve known each other since you were born, what’s the point. Your eyes widen a little and your eyebrows rose, trying to tell her what was going on without saying a word. Thankfully her boyfriend was oblivious, looking around the theater like an excited puppy.

“Oh! Right you told me you were meeting a date today. Well how awkward that Mr. Parks is here to ruin it all. Well, sucks for you Y/N. Bye!” She faked a story and dragged her boyfriend away. Agh, this was going to be fun to explain to her.

“What just happened.” His soft voice made you turn towards Jimin.

“I promise that she will not say anything.” You sternly said, “please don’t leave me,” and now you begged.

“What no… But, my job.” The fact that he didn’t hesitate about not going to leave you made you heart sing with happiness.

“She won’t. I swear. She is my best friend and we’ve never spilled each other secrets before.” You explained, pulling him into the parking lot.

“Okay…” Jimin was unsure and so he stayed distant during school for the remainder of the week. What didn’t stay distant though, was a boy named, Jeon Jungkook.

You’ve known him ever since middle school and just recently he was beginning to talk to you more and compliment you on days you knew you looked more or less like death. He was cute, there was no lie that the puppy-eyed teenage boy was a looker, but you were Jimin’s and unfortunately it’s not like you could straight up tell him that you had a someone and who it was.

“Hey Y/N, how are you?” He asked, jogging to be next to you, walking into class together.

“I’m good…” You slowly responded, not making eye contact with him.

“You must find me really annoying huh?” The boy laughed dryly, feeling that you didn’t want him next to you.

“No! No… It’s not that Jungkook. I just…”

“You just don’t see me that way. Man, crushing on a beautiful girl ever since middle school and now I’m rejected just like that. Maybe I haven’t gotten more handsome huh?” He added on, shaking his head sadly. You felt so bad because you knew he was great guy, he was always so nice to you, but since he never showed deliberate interest in you, so you shook it off.

“Oh Jungkook… You are a great guy. I’m so sorry. Someday the girl you get will be so lucky.” You smiled sympathetically, you have never felt so bad before and you knew you would be hating yourself if you were just an onlooker to the situation.

“But the girl I want is you…” He whispered, forcing a weak smile before turning into his classroom. You stood there silently in front of Jimin’s classroom before turning in. What you didn’t see was Jimin watching the entire thing play out and although he felt a sting of jealous striking his heart, he was more worried about whether or not you would leave him. Although there was a slight chance of this thing between you two working out after you graduate this year, there was also the chance of you needing someone your age, to go through everything and experiencing it together.

You kept your head down throughout the class period because it’s not like you could make eye contact with Jimin and you were unconsciously thinking about Jungkook. Without meaning to, you thought about how a relationship with him would be like.

“Pst, Y/N, would you look up? Mr. Park is staring holes into you.” Your friend poked your arm with her pencil. Looking up, you saw Jimin staring at you, not with his usual lustful eyes, but they seems dull and sad.

Did he see Jungkook and I?

“Hey Y/N, we are still friends right?” This kid is just everywhere! You couldn’t even take a step towards Jimin’s desk without him already standing in front you.

“Uh yes.” You mindlessly answered, looking around him to find where Jimin was through the crowds of students rushing out.

“Well it’s my birthday today and there will be a small party at my house. Would you please come? You should bring a friend!” Jungkook excitedly asked you and you couldn’t find it in your heart to say no. You already rejected him once, it’s just a small party right?

Jimin smiled weakly and nodded, hearing your conversation with Jungkook. He didn’t want to be the one to cut off your social life with your friends.

Small party my ass.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You screamed over the blaring music that was sure to make your ears bleed if you stayed any longer.

“This is so sick though!” Your friends screamed back, tossing a few shots back before handing one to you.

Your mind went fuzzy and unreliable after a few drinks, how you ended up against the wall and Jungkook trying to kiss you was beyond you.

“Stop it Jungkook.” You weakly groaned, your head throbbing mainly because of the music. It was so loud, your head was pulsing in pain.

“Come on… It’s my birthday. Just one kiss.” Jungkook slurred, the alcohol was getting to him and all he saw was the girl he wanted. He had no conscious, the burning liquid washes it all away for the night.

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It was almost 2am and Jimin was now terrified and angry as to where you were. His hands gripped the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles were white and tomorrow morning, he will find out that the leather covering of the steering wheel have been ruined with the force his fingernails were digging into with.

“Damn it Y/N. Where the hell are you.” He was driving through the neighborhood where you said you would be at, trying to follow the loud music and when he got there, he ran in trying to find you. He shook his head remembering that only a few months ago, he was the one throwing these parties at university. Turning in multiple hallways, he finally find you slumped against the wall with that punk trying to kiss you.

“Get the fuck off her.” He threw the wobbling teen away from your body and dragged you out before the kid could even comprehend that he was on the floor.

“Ow ow ow Jimin. You are hurting me!” Your weak sobs made Jimin froze in place.

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The chilly night air shocked you as you realize that a mop of orange hair was pulling you away from the painful headache.

“Shit Y/N. What the fuck.” Jimin screamed at you, making your headache come back. “You’re drunk aren’t you?”

“No I’m not. The music was making my head hurt and now your screaming isn’t helping much either!” Your volume increased from a whisper to a scream. You heard him huff out a sigh and began guiding you back into his car.

The car ride of tense and you could probably cut the tension between you two with a knife. Walking back into your house wasn’t much better either, Jimin threw his keys and walked over the couch, ruffling his hair roughly.

“Jimin…” You whispered, scared to make him mad again. You knew he was worried about you and you felt bad for leaving him like this to go to some stupid party. Swinging your legs over his thigh, you cupped his face to planted a gentle kiss on his lips.

“I’m so so sorry.” You placed your forehead against his, looking into his big brown eyes and making sure he knew you were being sincere.

Jimin wanted to get away from you because he never knew someone could make him worry so much, but when he shift his jeans clad thigh the reaction he got was not what he had expected.

“Ah!” The rough material of his ripped jeans slide against your pantyhose and the only thing that came from your lips was a wanton moan.

Jimin stayed very still, watching you shyly rocking against his thigh. You could feel him tense up because it only made the muscles on his thighs bulge making you feel the bumps of his muscles against your sensitive clit.

“Keep going…” Jimin was now holding you with his lips brushing against your ear. You could not believe the sensation that was beginning to build up within you, just from his thigh. Propping yourself up against his shoulder, your head fell against the crook of his neck as your legs shook with the movement. Your weak whimpers echoed around the room as your stained the denim.

“Oh my god.” You breathed, hair cascading around your face. “I just… Did I just rode in your thigh and came?” Your incredulity made Jimin’s face break into a smile, you were still so naive at heart, he wanted to protect you and show you the world.

“Yes.” He chuckled, wrapping your legs around his waisted and walked towards your bedroom. Although he was in pain by the restriction of his jeans, he knew you were tired, so he laid you gently down into your bed and tucked you in.

Seeing you peacefully sleeping, with lips slightly apart and breathing slowly. Jimin knew he wanted to stay with you no matter what and now he was stuck with the dilemma of how he will make that work. Frustrated once more, he turned out the lights and pour himself a cold glass of amber liquid and allowed it to burn his throat as it dripped down.

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I was laughing when I wrote Jungkook into story, he is the only one that’s younger than Jimin so… hehe, whoops. I’m so sorry this was a sad piece of shit with literally no smut, but there will be a Part IV coming soon with good smut I promise. Sorry this sucked…:(

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Back by “popular demand”, here’s a small part of my Jimin!Teacher fanfic. 

If you read the original ending, I suggest you the alternative ending. xx

Part I/Part II/Part III

Genre: smut

Word Count: 1301

A/N: Okay my beautiful readers, I don’t know if I can continue one this fanfic that I love so dearly just because I’m running out of things to write for it. Sure, they can go ahead and get married and I seriously write so much fluff for them, but smut wise… Hope you all understand. I’m sorry.

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You thought high school was hard, university was even worst. The work kept piling and nothing was going to stop it, not a fake sick day because you will sitting in bed with anxiety building within you over the material you were missing that day.

And having a sexy and needy boyfriend whose hands won’t stop gripping the inside of your thighs because he was on his knees begging to taste you was not helping. You core quivered for his touch, his thick fingers that made you cry out his name every time they were thrusting within you, but you were trying to focus on this stupid two thousand word essay.

“Baby, I need you. I don’t even want anything back, I just want to make you come. Please…” He was whining under your table. Park Jimin: College Calculus Professor and four years older than you was basically pushing his face between your legs. How the hell were you suppose to say no to his plump lips all fresh for the pleasurable needs that were beginning to bubble inside you and not to mention his incredible talented tongue.

“Well I guess you shouldn’t have flirted with slutty Susan then.” You cocked your eyebrows, obviously pissed about what had happened earlier that day. You was walking towards the lecture room that your secret boyfriend was occupying and you were not happy to find a short-skirt, deep v-necked blonde twirling her fake extensions at your boyfriend. Jimin definitely looked like he was trying to get away from her, but she had against the desk. You almost wanted to rip her hair off her head, but instead you walked quietly and silently glared at Jimin, so he immediately coughed and pushed her away from him. You knew he wasn’t flirting, but you still were unhappy and not being jealous was not your forte.

“I wasn’t Y/N! I really wasn’t and slutty Susan? Wait, is that her name?” Jimin laid his cheek against your thigh, eyebrows furling in question as to what the student’s name was.

“That’s what I’m calling her, yes and you don’t need to know her name.” You retorted, looking down at the boy who was beginning to look like his purpose in life is to just to be comfortably waiting in between your legs until you needed him.

“My girlfriend is definitely territorial.” His smirked, nipping at your thigh, making your panties soak a little more than it already was. Fuck…

“Yes she is.” Your eyes were finding themselves not focusing on the screen in front you that was blurring as your mind snapped towards the pair of lips going up your legs.

“Mmmmm…” He hummed as his fingers wrapped around your knees and pushed your legs apart, making you gasp to shock, feeling the cold air breeze through your shorts.

“Up.” Jimin growled, your hips rose from the chair as he slide down your shorts from your legs.

“Hey!” You yelped as Jimin tore off your panties and threw it down onto the floor.

“Sorry.” He smiled his not-so-innocent dimpled smile, that teasing bastard.

As you still sat on your chair, Jimin pulled you closer to the edge of the sit to get better access to your dripping folds. Sitting face to face to your core, you threw your forehead towards the wooden desk as your hands gripped the edge of the desk, nails digging into the brown paint. His tongue dove into your core, licking a solid strip from the bottom to the top, reaching your sensitive nub of immense pleasure. Your were crying out his name, which was muffled by the furniture beneath your face. Your thighs shook with pleasure, beginning to close from their previous position, just until Jimin snapped them open again. Your thoughts were incoherent, only able to make out the fact that three of Jimin’s thick fingers were now drilling into you. Your palm made harsh contact with the laptop with a loud slam, shutting down the screen, while your other hand entangled themselves in his orange hair.

Your lips were caught between your teeth as the whimpers that slipped from them were weak and shrill. The quick, deep thrusts of his fingers along with his suctions on your clit was driving to the brink of unraveling on his face.

“Jimin.” You raggedly repeated over and over again, as you felt yourself reaching release.

Squirting your sweet fluid all over his face, he was an absolute mess when you finally managed to look below you. Strings of cum dripping from his nose into droplets on his Cupid’s bow, which were caught by his thirsting tongue.

“You taste so sweet.” Jimin groaned, licking his fingers like it was his last meal. Your breathing was shallow and seeing him enjoy you was not helping with your lungs. Fucking hell…

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“I hate not being able to let all the girls know you are mine…” You pouted, popping in a chunk of chocolate cake that Jimin had gotten a few days ago to celebrate your fifth month living together.

Since you weren’t his student, dating each other wasn’t exactly wrong, but you both knew it was easier to just not have the drama that could surface from this. It was already hard enough to convince your parents as it was to let you two be together–well more like father who was about to punch the living shit out of Jimin, while your mother held him down and dragged him back into the car, while screaming at you two to just use protection.

“And I hate seeing guys talk to you. I’m keeping eye on that Taehyung kid.” Jimin squinted, gesturing his fork at you.

“Taehyung? Oh my gosh.” You laughed, remembering the guy who made you cry from laughing so hard.

“I’ve never made you laugh that much before.” Jimin’s pout was increasing, showing his displeasure at how hilarious you found the boy.

“Don’t worry Jimin, I will always be yours.” You smiled, needing the boy to know that he had nothing to be afraid of because you truly love him and only him.

“I have an idea… You made not be able to tell everybody that I’m taken by you, but you could show them.” He winked, pushing off the table and patted his thigh.

You looked at him in wonder as you swung you leg across his lap, straddling him, still confused as to what he meant.

“Mark me yours princess.”

Following his order, your hands wrapped behind his neck as your lips began dusting purple bruises starting from his jawline to his collarbone. You couldn’t help from to rotate your core into the stiffening member between his thighs, making Jimin groan against the neck. His hands held your waist, running them up and down your spine, pressing you against his body even more.

After what you thought was an appropriate amount of bruises on his neck, you left him a pop of your lips.

“I’m beginning to think we should get better chairs someday.” You suggested, seeing the marks on the edge of the seat made by Jimin’s tight grip.

“Will do babygirl.” Jimin nodded, pointing towards his hard-on, “but we have something else to take care of first.”

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“Oh my god Y/N, did you hear?” Your new friend, Kailyn, whispered as if she had heard the most scandalous thing in the world.

“Hmm?” You voiced without looking from your workbook, trying to ignore the throbbing soreness of your thighs from last night.

“Professor Park was wearing a turtleneck today and as if that wasn’t raising enough attention, he was rubbing his neck and everybody saw him covered with hickies! Agh, he is taken!” She cried out, slumping over the desk.

“Awww I wonder who the lucky girl is.” You smirked, biting on the top of your pencil knowingly.

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Okay beautifuls, hope you all enjoyed it xx

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Request Scenario: Alternative ending for finding a spider in your room and running into Jimin’s room to ask to spend the night a.k.a this is the smutty version –> if you are interested, here’s the fluff 

Genre: smut. 

Word Count: 1783 {if you have read the fluff version, I just copy and pasted the beginning)

A/N: To @yaitszaaay and @xxxmelakpopfan who directly asked for this, I hope I did a good job and thank you for requesting it! I like doing these different versions of stories ;) Hope you enjoy it! xx

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Imagining the amount of girls that would kill to be in your place right now made you fall over laughing.

“Umm Y/N-noona you okay?” Jungkook asked, laying down onto the floor to see you eye to eye.

“Can you imagine what your girls would think and say if they found out I’m sitting in the living room of the BTS dorm? With BTS?” You swiped a single tear from your eyes from laughing so hard, the boys shook their heads, finding your reason of laughter amusing.

“Well you wouldn’t be alive…” Namjoon gestured into the air, while rubbing his tired eyes. It was getting late and although you loved catching up with the boys, you knew they needed as much sleep as possible.

“Come on. Go to bed. You guys are tired already.” You suggested, getting up and lightly kicking the surrounding boys to move into their bedrooms. Slowly registering what you said, they all shuffled toward their rooms.

“Hey, goodnight Y/N.” Your older cousin, Hoseok, kissed you on your forehead and patted you towards your own room. Perks of having an extremely talented big ray of sunshine as your cousin. But before you could reach your door, you collided head to chest into the closed-eye Jimin.

“Sorry. I’m so sorry.” He mumbled repeatedly, parting your fallen hair to see if you were hurt.

God, why does he have to do this?! Your mind screamed, frustrated at his tender touches.

“I’m fine. I’m fine.” You snapped, sounding a lot more rude than you intended, making Jimin freeze in action as he quickly dropped his hands and jog towards his room.

“Good job y/n. You have just yelled the boy who you think is the cutest being alive.”

Yawning and stretching your sore limbs, you spun around and went changed into your pajamas. Grumbling at how awkward you are and how pathetically you handled the situation. Tugging at the hem of your tshirt down, you grabbed a hold of your glasses and placed it on. As your vision blurred back to clear, the view you saw was only of a giant, long-legged spider. You were stuck starring at it viciously run around the top of the drawers, unable to squeak a single sound, you rigidly backed out of the room and into the closest room to you. Standing there facing the hallway, the gruff voice snapped you out of your horrific trance.

“Y/N?” You’ve never had alarms go off in your mind, but that night it did when you heard the sweet, groggy voice of Jimin. Your lifted your legs and rotated, all of the curse words you’ve learned in your many years flooded very crevice of your brain.

“Spider. In. My. Room.” You stated each word stiffly, arms shaking. You didn’t need mention that you hated spiders, before Jimin sat up on his bed smiling his eye-squinting smile. Your heart swell to new lengths, seeing him smile always made you smile no matter what. Even Hoseok made fun of you the first time he saw how his younger member made you feel.

“Oh yeah?” A spark of something new flashed within Jimin’s eyes. Your deep breathing and occasion gasps were all that was heard in the room, but you felt the atmosphere change when Jimin sauntered towards your shaking body. 

“Mmhmm.” You gulped. It’s not that you’ve never had an experience with another male being before, but Jimin was difference. Unlike many guys your age, he oozes sexual appeal, but at the same time, he could as cute as a puppy waiting to be adopted. He drove you crazy and you hated every part of it. It highly confused you as to how someone can be attracting you in so many ways. 

“You are shaking.” Jimin observed, you swore that you heard him say ‘not for the right reason’ after that, but you weren’t sure since all you could really hear was the blood rushing into your head. 

“It’s just a spider, we’ll find it tomorrow, but right now… Seeing you like this,” he lazily gestured towards your shorts and tank top, “it’s making me want to find something else.” He got even closer to you, but what made you want to scream, was that he still wasn’t touching you. Although he was only centimeters away from you, you felt like he was like a million miles away. He was magnetic to you, drawing you in, making you want more. 

“You remember the first time I met you?” Jimin asked, his fingers barely gliding up and down your arm, making goosebumps appear every patch of skin he contacted. Of course you remembered the first time you met the boy who kept you awake at night, thinking about all the sinful things you’ve never once dreamt about. 

“You were wearing that dress that clung to every single curve of your body.” He reminded you of the dress you were yelling at your friend when she gifted to you saying it was too racy for you to wear. The dress truly wasn’t immodest, just a bit tight for you liking, but now you could sing and praise your friend. 

“From that night on, I’ve wanted to discover every spot of your gorgeous body that makes you scream out in pleasure.” You sputtered, choking on your spit from the comment that set your body on fire. Jimin wanted to smile at your flustered reaction, but he kept it in and continued on his seduction, “Have you touched yourself enough to know where your spots are?" 

You were going to explode right then and there without him even touching you. You shook your head rigidly without shifting your focus off the wall.
"Look at me babygirl. I want you to look at me when you answer me.” He commanded, pulling your chin upward.

“No…” You whimpered, shyly looking directly at Jimin’s darkening eyes. 

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” He asked once again. This caught you by surprise. You weren’t the most experienced when it came to these types of bedroom activities, but you knew this was not part of the normal script.

“Because this is what you are doing to me.” He cupped your small hands on his hard-on, making you yelp at the foreign feeling. “I guess I will be making you feel good tonight.” This was the last straw before you felt your panties soak to the very last thread. 

Limply following Jimin’s guidance to his bed, he smiled reassuringly at you.
“Is this alright? I’m not going to do anything you don’t wish.” Jimin’s voice was filled with care, all the sexual deepness that was there before disappeared temporarily. You couldn’t form words, so you nodded.

Feeling the heat of the bed, you were anxiously waiting for Jimin’s next move. First you felt the waistband of your shorts being pulled away from you, then you felt the plumps lips that you always find yourself staring at land on yours finally. It was better than you could have ever imagined, it was so perfect, massaging yours with his. You could feel him leaving his mark on your lips when he left his contact for a brief second. 

“Oh my god, Y/N, you are so wet.” Jimin gasped, he has never seen someone do this for him and it only turned him on more, knowing his effect on you. You felt his finger slowly drag up your wet folds and you have never felt something like it, the soft fabric of your lacey panties caressing your core, guided by his finger alone. You were beginning to worry about how long you were going to be able to hold out. This was already too much for your senses to handle.

You gasped as you felt the cold air touch your core, but the effect was immediately overtaken by Jimin’s tongue licking against your soft flesh. The feeling was incredible, not only was the small bumps of his tongue adding onto your mind-dizzying experience, when he flattened his tongue, latched onto your needy clit, and sucked furiously, it made you moan weakly. 

Jimin decided to also hum, causing mini vibrations directed to your sensitive nub of pleasure. Seizing the fabric under your hands, you gripped them hard, trying to do something advert the main source of all your satisfaction, but it was impossible. 

Just when you thought you were about to explode, you felt two thick digits enter your heated core. Curling his fingers up, your eyes were snapped wide open when you felt an intense amount of pleasure when Jimin’s fingers thrusted against a spot. Seeing your upper thighs beginning to shiver, Jimin proudly smiled against your delicious lips. The rough texture of his chapped lips also effected you highly, feeling it rub against your contrasting smooth flesh, your moaned out his name. You bit your lips, trying your best to not walk up the entire house. Bucking your lips to get more him and his touches, Jimin gripped your hips and pressed down them agains the mattress. 

“Ahh Jimin.” You mewled, feeling the increase built of a head-spinning sensation. 

“Is my babygirl close?” Jimin quickly asked before diving back into his dessert for the night. You responded by filling up his mouth with your sweet juice. After cleaning you up with his tongue, he smiled at you happily, making you shy about his sexual boldness.

“So how was that?” He scooted next to you, facing each other, his hand slid some of you fallen hair behind your ears. He wanted to him your cheeks flush with the euphoric moment he just gave you. Everything you felt was all him and no one else. 

“It was… Pretty fantastic.” You tiredly mumbled into his chest. You didn’t know how else to explain it and you were too tired to either. His eyes disappeared behind his beautiful smile again, but this time your entire body rose in temperature, remembering where those lips were only seconds ago. Jimin knew you were staring at his lips, so he brought them in between his teeth and bit sensually. 

“I guess I should have a few more spiders in my room.” You laughed at the joke that you should have threwn out mentally, seeing Jimin’s facial expression change into a silly grin. The Jimin you love and adore. Not that his sexy persona wasn’t super attractive, but you knew cute Jimin was him and you appreciate it.

“So you said I am the cutest being alive?"Jimin teased, poking at the soft curves on your body. 

"Oh my god.” You groaned in despairity, not believing that he actually heard your embarassing confession out in the hallway.

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So, how was that :P Hope you enjoyed it xx

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Here is my Valentine’s Day Edition Scenarios! {this is Jiminnie’s version^^}

They are all fluffs because I personally think that each boy will be more fluffy than smutty during Valentine’s Day :3

Word Count: 1197

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Children’s laughter filled your ears as you entered the lively atmosphere of the amusement park that you’ve been dying to visit ever since it opened. Jimin was finally on break, so he immediately bought tickets the second he knew when. The aroma of turkey legs, sweet cotton candy, and other variety of food made your stomach growl a little as you and Jimin walked through the entrance.

“A lovely balloon for the lovely couple?” A man in a cupid’s costume came jumping towards us with his prop arrows bouncing up and down within their container on his back. It was a red heart-shaped balloon symbolizing the day that was celebrated by lovers all over the world. Gladly taking the balloon and thanking the Cupid, you two continued on your way. It wasn’t long before the food surrounding you caused your stomach to growl once more.

“Hungry already?” Jimin smiled, his cheeks finally prominent after a few good months of your undeniably convincing reasons to feed him.

“You know it, but I’m not eating a single thing until we ride that.” You smiled widely, pointing at the giant roller coaster that was echoing screams of thrill throughout the park. Jimin’s hand tighten momentarily as his eyes followed your finger’s direction, you could even hear the loud gulp from him throat and the slight shiver running through his body.

“You okay?” You personally knew he was terrified of roller coasters and you weren’t going to force him onto the ride, but he hasn’t said anything, so there’s that stubborn pride of his.

“Oh I’m fine. I’m just so excited to ride it! Let’s go.” He took a deep breath and pulled you towards the ride. Shaking your head, you could only imagine how bad it was going to be when he was actually going to be strapped into the ride.

“You sure? You seriously don’t need to do this!” You shouted from behind him as he kept pulling you though the crowd.

“I want to!” Jimin shouted back, forcing a smile through, trying to reassure his excitement looking back at you.

“Okay…!” You hesitantly responded, panting from how fast he was going.

“Here we go.” His voice was now a lot more timid, as you two stood silently in the line. The sun was burning down your backs, but the droplets of water appearing on Jimin’s forehead was not from the outdoors heat, but the fear that bubbling from within. You chewed your lips with anxiety, worried that Jimin was doing this for all the wrong reasons. You didn’t want him to be going through this just because he wanted to show you he could, it’s just a stupid roller-coaster, it didn’t represent some hidden man-card or whatever.

“You seriously shouldn’t go if you are scared. I don’t care about you not going, Jimin, look at me.” You demanded his eye contact as he was visibly shaking in his seat. The employees were walking through the seats, checking if everything was secured, and Jimin looked like he was about to cry when he looked at you.

“Y/N…” He whimpered out, his golden locks stuck to his forehead.

“Come here.” You took his face and smashed your lips against his, desperate to help him forget the situation he was in currently. It sure took him by surprise because you could feel him jump a little when your lips landed against his. Out of breath already, your lips separated as your hands tightly clutched his.

The carts rocketed off as screams erupted from everybody on their ride, Jimin stayed silent for only a moment, but quickly realized that screaming helped him ignore the flips his stomach was so adamant on doing. Your fingers still wounded around each other rose along with your arms as you reached up feeling the wind breeze through. The feeling was exhilarating and as you opened your eyes, you saw Jimin screaming with his hair flying in all directions around his face, he looked like he was in pure bliss, his eyes disappearing into their signature charming lines, and his mouth wide open with screams. The thrill of the ride was getting to him and it only made your experience even better. The ride spun around and you two were upside down a fews times until the ride began to slow down to a full stop.

The boy next to you was flushed with his hair properly fluffed up like he just had a full blow out. He was gasping and out of breath when he detached the straps and walked out with you. Jimin didn’t even realize the state his hair was in until your small hands reached down to pat it down.

“Oh god.” He was giggled cutely when he saw his reflection off a window, reaching up to help you smooth it down.

“You enjoyed that didn’t you?” You were more an ecstatic, you remembered the first time you were dragged onto a roller-coaster and the thrill of being in midair was incredible.

“That was so awesome. We are riding every single roller-coaster in this park.” He declared, pumping his fist like a child he was. “But the best was definitely that kiss before it. You are going to have to give me one before every ride.” He smirked, tapping lightly on your lips, making you blush from the obvious public display of affection and the mischievous look within his eyes was not helping either.

“My lips are going to be bruised!” You exclaimed, pulling away from his touches.

“That’s the point baby doll.” He winked, only to have his smirk disappear as you harshly pulled on his arm to walk with you. “Ow!”

“That’s what you get.” You coughed.

“Wait wait wait.” Jimin slowed your quick steps, redirecting you inside a photo booth.

“What?” You looked around the small enclosure you were both sitting in. Jimin took out a few pieces of coins and continued to insert them in until the booth rumbled to life with a quick countdown.

The first flash caught you by surprise with your eyes wide open, confused about how fast this was all going.

“Hey look at me.” Jimin whined, cupping your face, squishing your cheeks in. Second flash.

“Oh my god that was so bad! You made me look so chubby!” You whined, seeing the result, but Jimin seemed to have throughly enjoys every second of it.

“You look so freaking cute! Stop it and come here.” Jimin stated, booping the tip of nose before gently placing his lips on yours. Unlike the kiss on the ride, this was slow and intimate, your lips massaging each other with slow passion. Jimin had a way to make you forget where you were when he kissed like this, it was the way his hands would feverishly hold onto you like he never want to let you go. You always felt like he needed you to live, like you were his source of life when he kissed you like this. Third flash.

“I love you.” He breathed, your foreheads still against each other, as your eyes starred into each other’s.

“I love you too Park Jimin.”

Fourth flash.

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Hope you all enjoyed reading that and check out the other member’s Valentine’s Day Edition on my Masterlist xx

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