relax for me (m) | p.jm. | one-shot
You came home from a tiring workday and your boyfriend offered to give you a massage to relax – which you didn’t think much of because Park Jimin is known to be selflessly kind while also being a pervert, the exact two behaviors a massage would exemplify. But maybe you should think more about how skilled his hands felt… almost extraordinarily skilled. Is your boyfriend hiding something from you?
pairing: jimin x reader rating: m (18+) genre: humor | smut | fluff | a brush of angst | established relationship!au | masseuse!jimin warnings: swearing + jealousy + possessiveness (ft. a fierce oc that takes no shit and would fight any bitch that comes for her man <3) + allusions to infidelity + explicit sexual situations (dom!jimin, sub!reader, erotic body massage with edible oils, fingering, unprotective penetrative sex, breast play, oral(m), dirty talk, degradation, some slaps thrown around, semi-public sexual acts, praise kink, choking) + park jimin being a lil shit throughout :’) word count: 13 k
↣ part of the Titillating Touches collab hosted by my chaotic bff yanbun, @ressjeon <3
note: first off, a massive thanks to allannah, @ilikemesometaetaes, my precious baby for working w me on this beautiful banner! thank you for your patience, ily! 🥺❤ secondly, thanks to my love, @opaljm, who yelled at me to let her read this and ended up beta-ing it for me lmao! ily, you dumdum. 😭❤ and lastly, thank you yanbun for hosting this super super fun collab! i met and interacted with so many awesome ppl, hoping to get together with everyone for something fun again soon! 🥰
writing this fic has been sO much fun, y’all, i love both these chaotic idiots! every time i opened the doc, i’d spit a couple thousand words lolol, i’ve been on a roll w this one. i hope y’all like reading it as much as i loved writing it~ 💜
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In your humble opinion, people who claim their jobs suck the soul out of them are overly dramatic and despicable attention seekers who are just horrible at time management, because no job has the power to do that until one gives it such power.
Unless one is working in Accounting at a corporate firm.
Then their sucking-soul theory is absolutely believable, and you sympathize with those people.
Mostly because you are one of them and have just returned home after your supposed nine to five job that you were at till eight of the night, having served at the office for nearly eleven hours because your supervisor decided to be an ass today. Well, not exactly an ass; the man just needed you and the team to sit for the brainstorming session for the next project so that they could talk budget along the way, too. But the fact remains that you’re currently dead on your feet and he’s to be blamed.
The only silver lining is your warm, loving and comforting boyfriend who works reasonable hours, and who is just about to open the door and accept you into his warm, loving, and comforting embrace—
“Babe, holy shit, you look like hell! And stink like it, too!”
…or maybe not.