𝓟𝓼𝔂𝓬𝓱𝓸 (Psycho) || •PJM• ✔️

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓻

The first half of this story is horny, the second half is sad lmao. 

Warning (PLEASE READ): This story is rated M. There is sexual content, swearing, violence, and adult themes ahead. You have been warned.

Also keep in mind this is an au where both Y/n and Jimin are killers. I am not condoning this in any way, this is strictly fiction. As for the smut, I am not reflecting on what I'm into or what others I know are into, the smut is there to fit the characters. Please do not assume the kinks involved are things I personally enjoy. 

This is not a fic to romanticize these actions. The ones involved will get severely punished for their bad actions, and these things are not depicted in a positive light. Also, this is a lot more plot-driven than you are probably expecting, so it is not just a smut fest, though there is smut, mostly in the first half of the story, and the second half has really like two smut scenes and that's it, so just keep that in mind while reading.

All characters are depicted as 18+ and please remember - this is a fictional story, I am not trying to sexualize any BTS member or interpret them as bad people. This is completely fictional, please don't take it too seriously. With that being said, enjoy 𝓟𝓼𝔂𝓬𝓱𝓸

𝓦𝓱𝓸 𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓮?

He watches as she sways to the rhythm, her hands traveling down her curves perfectly. He can't help but lick his lower lip, drawn in more and more by every move she makes. The way she closes her eyes to feel the beat at just the right times, the way she moves her legs, the way that gorgeous, sparkling blue dress highlights her flawless skin.

She's not even wearing makeup, just the dress, but that's all she needs. His lust is getting to him. It's taking all his willpower not to just walk up to her and rip that dress off in front of the entire crowd. The nightclub is packed tonight, but does he care? No, not at all. All that matters is her.

He downs what's left in his drink, his tongue shooting out to coat his lower lip with a thin layer of saliva. He needs her. Without a second thought, he places both his feet on the ground, creeping closer to the crowd. She's dancing alone, the fluorescent purples and greens and blues the lighting displays illuminating her form. Her pursed lips, hair thrown up in a bun, heels on her feet... they all drive him crazy.

Of course he doesn't waste any more time, he just rushes through the crowd, his eyes on her and only her. By the time he does reach her, she seems to sense his presence, her opening her eyes. They wordlessly dance together, the girl allowing him to place his hands on her hips, rocking her back and forth.

The pair seem to move in-sync, as if sharing the same mind. Every movement is calculated and precise, him even spinning her at one point and her following his lead flawlessly. The club music fills their ears, but he can't help but want to know more. "Who are you?" he whispers, his breath hitting her cheek as he comes closer.

"Sirena," she whispers back. 

He chuckles, shaking his head, "I know Italian when I hear it... what's your real name?" He heard the small crack in her tone when she said it. He knows she's lying. 

She lets out a small breath. "Y/n." 

"Y/n," he replies, his eyes glaring at her with desire. "I'm Jimin." The corners of his lips turn up into a smirk.

"Louder," she whispers. He raises a brow, causing her to smile. "Say it louder." 

"Jimin," he says, obeying her request. 

She hums. "Just wanted to make sure I got it right. After all, I'll be saying it a lot tonight I'm sure." 

Good, she's into it. He pulls her closer, his lips inches away from hers. "I know where the private rooms are..." he murmurs, making sure he's close enough for her to hear over the music. 

She peers at him for a moment, then, she nods. "I'll tell you in advance, I'm on the pill." 

"You better not be lying..." he says.

Without a second thought, he drags her away, their hands interlocking as they go to the back hall. The music blares, the lights almost burning at his eyes as he navigates down the area. It almost feels like he's on drugs. The tightness in his pants is making him dizzy, the door to the closest room right within reach.

He grabs it, jiggling it but it's locked. Next one: also locked. He tries the next with sweaty hands, this one finally opening. They burst inside, their lips meeting, her jumping up and wrapping her legs around his waist. The door closes behind them, Jimin fumbling to lock it. As soon as he hears the click, he pulls her closer. The lust overtakes him, the night consisting of hours of moans, multiple rounds, and bodies tangled together, unknowing of what the future holds for them... 

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A/N: This is one of my older stories, so I recommend you check out my newer stuff to see how much my writing has changed. I've been editing this story and it's crazy how much my writing style has changed. It's fun to compare. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this story, and thanks for reading! I hope to see you guys on my other stories too <3