BTS Scenarios ☆

Jimin (requested)

Jimin- J is for JealousJiminie

-Rough smut-

You could sense his gaze on you.

Even in the midst of the crowd, half-hidden by the people dancing around you, you could feel the way his hard eyes followed your body, could sense how much he wanted to beat up every single person, man or woman, that dared lay a single finger on you.

It was kinda exhilarating.

How you could move your body a certain way and you knew his pupils would widen just a little bit because he always loved seeing you dance. How you could almost hear his breath hitching in his throat as you dipped your body low to the floor. How you knew his teeth were grinding together as you grabbed the nearest person, who just happened to be a tall handsome boy, to dance up against. Just to know, you couldn't even see it but you could feel it, his eyes tightening and his fist clenching, itching in his body to pull you into himself and push the other one away, clearly stating his territory to every one in the club.

You turned around in the strangers arms, backing up against him and rolling your hips, dancing close to him as you brought your hands up and around his neck. His broad hands took hold of your hip, and although you liked the feeling, you couldn't help but feel like something was wrong, they didn't grip tight enough as if afraid to hurt you, and they were too big. You locked eyes with Jimin across the room, just for a split second, and you knew he would lose his control soon. As you dropped your head back against the strangers chest, his head coming down to kiss your neck, you knew your time was up.

You knew what would happen if you played these games. How easily Jimin got jealous was both one of the reasons you loved him so much, but also the reason for your frequent break ups. And you knew that by the end of tonight, you would be together again.

"Step. The fuck. Away from my girl."

The voice, so deep and rough, made you shiver, even as you opened your eyes to gaze upon Jimin. He stood in front of you, not even looking at you but the man behind you.

"Doesn't look like she's your girl anymore" he said, tightening his grip on your hips and pulling you back to him. Even though you knew it would only make Jimin madder, you laid your hands over the big ones on your hips and leaned back, giving him a little smirk as he looked at you.

"She.Is" The words were practically growled from his throat, anger, lust and a little bit of hurt flashing in his eyes. You knew you had to stop this before it turned into more than a game for both of you, you'd hate to actually see him hurt.

The strangers didn't get more than half a word of protest out before Jimin tugged you away from him and towards the back of the club. His grip on your wrist was tight, and you almost hoped it would bruise just a little, you always liked seeing the colors he painted on you.

"The fuck do you think you're doing, huh?" Jimin growled into your ear as he pushed you into the back wall, crowding up against you and forcing your hands above your head. "You're always like this, just days after I leave you're off humping other men in bars." He licked behind your ear as he managed to hold both your wrists with one hand, the other gripping your chin and turning your head away. It was all you could do to keep your composure and not fall limp into his arms. The game wasn't over yet.

"Well I'm just proving you right, aren't I?" you pant, not even sure he heard you because of the noise in the club. "You always said I was a slut, fucking other boys as soon as you turn your back on me. Did i prove you're point of what." Your voice almost breaks in the middle of your sentence, as Jimin bites down on the skin beneath your chin. Fuck, that's a hickey you can't explain away, the thought of it makes tingles erupt in your stomach.

You know making Jimin angry mean rough sex, but thats is all you wanted. Pushing his buttons like this is turning you on faster than you though.

"God you're such a fucking ..."Jimin says as he moves his hand from your chin to your thigh, hiking it up and around his waist. His pelvis, and his cock, grinds into you and you can't hold back your moan.

"Fuck me, Jimin, again and a thousand times over" you say against his neck as he fumbles with his zipper and frees his cock. Even though you've only been apart for 9 days it feels like forever since he's been inside you, and you clench down around nothing as Jimins fingers tease you over your panties. The dress you wore has been pushed up around your hips, and he lets go of your arms to bring up your other leg around his waist.

His fingers rip your panties, tearing them apart as if they were nothing. If it wasn't so hot, how desperate he was for you, you'd spare a thought for your favorite panties. As if he could read your mind, he whispered "I'll buy you new ones, I'll buy you as many panties as you wish" before he pushed into you.

You let out a loud moan, wrapping your arms around his head and shoulders as he started thrusting into you, building up a punishing rhythm that you knew would take you out in no time. He buried his face in your neck, sucking and biting your throat between murmurs of how much he missed you, how he absolutely hated seeing you with other guys, and how the sight of a strangers hand on you made his heart hurt and his chest fill with fury.

"Jimin, Jim-in, please baby, make me come, please" you mumbled into his face as you sought for his lips, kissing him deeply as you clenched down around him. You don't like talking like this, but anything to bring back Jimin.

"Yeah baby, you gonna come for me?" he groaned into your neck, one of his hands moving from your hips and down your belly, his thumb pressing circles into your clit.

"Gonna soak my jeans, babe? Squirt all over them like the nasty girl you are, yeah?"

"Yeah, yes-yes, please Jimin" you pressed your face into his neck, hiding and muffling you scream as he bit down on your neck, making you come so hard you did it all over the crotch of his jeans.

"Yes, baby, you're mine aren't you, only mine" he mumbled as he chased his climax, kissing your face as he came closer to his high.

"Yeah baby, always yours, always only your forever," you whispered as stroked through his hair, feeling him throb inside you as he came, painting your insides, your name falling from his lips.

He helped you put your gently trembling feet to the floor, softly pulling out and tucking himself back in before helping you pull down your dress. It wasn't that difficult to guess what you had been doing, him with wet pants and tussled hair, and you with hickeys all over your neck and his come about to flow down your thighs.

"Now I regret letting you rip my panties" you told him as he put his arm around your shoulders, leading you out of the packed club while trying to hide you from view.

"I don't" he smirked, pressing a kiss to your hair and letting his arm fall to your waist, his hand resting on your ass.

He just laughed as you smacked his shoulder, pushing you out the door and into a waiting car, crawling in behind you.

"Let's just go home, and continue, yeah?" He whispered as he made his way to the floor of the car, sliding in between your thighs and pulling you to the end of the seat.

Glad were back together.

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AN:

This was... Something.

Been a while for for a Jimin one