Smut (sexy) one shots

Jealous Jimin (BTS)

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He asked following me with me two steps ahead of him (literally), slamming the door shut as we both enter our apartment.

"What's wrong with me? Are you serious? What's wrong with you? You idiot!" I am so fucking enraged right now and this asshole has the fucking nerve to question me.

"He had no right in—"

"In what? PLEASE EXPLAIN! I'm dying to know what he did! Did he I don't know... breathe? Or talk to me and invite me to have a drink with him? Or hug me when saying bye?" I was waving my hands around like a lunatic at this point for dramatic effects, but it was worth the embarrassment. Not to mention I had to keep them busy before I end up strangling him by my bare hands.

"Yes."

What the fuck?

"Are you actually serious right now?"

"Yes."

"You're so annoying!"

"And you're so gullible!"

"Gullible?"

"Yes baby, gullible!"

"HOW DARE YOU!?"

"Baby, I was just trying to protect you! Please, just forget about it!"

"Forget about it?! Absolutely not! You know what? I may just go back to him and accept his invitation for a couple of drinks with him."

"The fuck you are!" He grabbed me by waist and pulled me to him, "You won't be out of my sight at all." Jimin whispered that and it kinda surprised me. 

But he's being pathetic right now. The whole argument ensued when I met my my best friend of high school after 7 years. He invited me to hang out with him and other mutual friends I lost contact with. Jimin heard the half the conversation when coming back from the toilets and completely took it the wrong way and thought he was asking for a date. Even when he realised he didn't budge and told him "no" for me and ever since it's been chaos.

He was now in front of me, standing so close I could feel his minty breathe fan my face. He looked down at me with a look I couldn't quite tell, and that has me worried. He raised his right hand and caressed my jaw and then with his both hands used on each of my shoulder twisted me around, catching me completely off guard, with my back to his front. I was trapped between him behind me and a couch in front me.

"Let's see if you'll go back and accept his invitation of drinks when I finish dealing with you." He whispered once again but it was so quite I could barely register what he was saying. It was like all his anger had been bottled, still there, but he was letting lust take over him and as of this moment, me too. And I wasn't complaining.

He put his hand to my lower back and put some pressure on it making me bend over the couch. 

"I'm going to fuck you so hard, you're going to forget that piece of shit even exists."

"Jealous much?"

"Baby, you have no idea."

He kisses that sensitive spot just where my neck and shoulders meet and gets down on his knees, pulling my leggings down along with him all the way to my ankles. He gets my feet out them and turns me around. Just above my knee on my right leg, he leaves kisses, slowly moving towards that one place I desperately need his tongue to be.

Teasing me by using his tongue on me with my underwear being a barrier in between, I start pleading, "Jimin, please."

"Please, what, Y/n?"

"If you think you're the only one who's allowed any teasing, you're wrong." I hop onto the couch leaving Jimin to tilt his head completely up, before he smirks and shakes his head.