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Jimin: Best Friend Crush- SMUT

JIMIN'S P.O.V.
"You have no jams."
"I do too!"
"No you don't. Go ask RapMon-Oppa. He agrees with me." Her words stung. I knew she was kidding, but they stung. I had a crush on her for a long time now. I know, it's bad to have a crush on your best friend, but... She's just... perfect.

"Why do you only call Namjoon-hyung 'oppa'?" I pouted, leaning against my kitchen counter. She had called all of us hyung for a while now because she considered herself one of the guys. I thought it was so cute that she considered us all brothers, but I really wished sometimes for her to call me oppa.
"...Because... H-he's your guys's leader?" she stated questioningly. I looked up at her, a slight blush forming on her cheeks. I mentally sighed in defeat. She'll never like me. I could never compete with my hyungs.
"So you like him?" I ask teasingly. She gives me a shy smile, looking at the ground. "Why?" My question catches her off guard and she looks at me with a questionable gaze, but answers anyway.
"Because he's... he's got these perfect dimples, and his eyes are so big, his hair is so nice... and his voice is so deep, and the way he raps is so mesmerizing... and just... his eyes, the way he looks at you when he's talking, is just... he makes me want to hug him forever..." her facial expression went from dreamy to surprised and shocked in a second flat. She looked at me out of the corner of her eye before apologizing. "Mianhae, hyung. I didn't mean to tell you all that. It's just so easy to talk to you all the time. You're such a good listener." My heartache was suddenly replaced with happiness when she said this. Maybe there is hope for me.

"So then why RapMon-hyung? Why not me if I'm so easy to talk to?" Her eyes went even wider when I suggested this.
"B-because..." she began, her face turning to a confused expression as she was thinking. "I don't know..." she finally stated.
"[Y/n], I have feelings for you. Strong feelings. I think about things that I shouldn't be thinking about you. It breaks my heart to hear you talk fondly about another man and call him oppa. I'm your best friend and I hate sitting here in second place, watching you fawn over other boys when I could very well make you happy."

READER'S P.O.V.
I somehow ended up telling Jimin about my feelings for Namjoonie-oppa. When he asked me why, I swear he had a look of sadness on his face, but I told him anyway. I only intended on telling him one or two things, but I ended up telling him EVERYTHING. As soon as I realized what I'd done, I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, trying to register his reaction. "Mianhae, hyung. I didn't mean to tell you all that. It's just so easy to talk to you all the time. You're such a good listener." His reply shocked me.
"So then why RapMon-hyung? Why not me if I'm so easy to talk to?" My heart stopped.
"B-because..." I trailed off. Why didn't I like Jimin more? I hadn't even considered it. As I started thinking about this, I realized just how much better Jimin was: how much nicer he made me feel, how comfortable I was with him. "I don't know..."
"[Y/n], I have feelings for you. Strong feelings. I think about things that I shouldn't be thinking about doing with you. It breaks my heart to hear you talk fondly about another man and call him oppa. I'm your best friend and I hate sitting here in second place, watching you fawn over other boys when I could very well make you happy." I looked up at him with realization. My eyes started to water, I wanted to confess too, but all I could do was choke out a small word.

JIMIN'S P.O.V.
Tears were welling up in her eyes. Good, tears were spilling from mine as well. She opened her mouth and a single, strangled word came from her throat.
"Oppa..." she whispered. That's all I needed. I moved closer to her, wrapping her in my arms. I gave her little butterfly pecks on her cheeks and nose. As I did this, she broke down in my arms. [Y/n] had always been a sensitive person. She would sometimes cry over things she thought were unbelievably perfect. I'm pretty sure this is one of those times.

As I kept kissing her, she looked up at me, revealing her face from its hiding place in my chest. Her eyes were full of love, longing, and... something else I couldn't decipher. I soon found out seconds later when she leaned up on her tip-toes to whisper something in my ear.
"You said you think about things with me... that you could make me happy..." she continued, biting my earlobe softly, "Would you mind showing me what you mean?" The other feeling in her eyes was lust. I felt myself harden instantly against her stomach. I may be one of the shortest members of Bangtan, but [y/n] was very short, she was only as tall as my shoulders. One of the many reasons I fell in love with her. I gulped, partly from excitement and partly from fear. I'd never seen this side of [y/n], so it was turning me on as well as making me scared of what she's capable of. She pulls away from my ear to look me in the eyes. My eyes widen and I gulp audibly, biting my lip to keep from moaning just because of the way she's looking at me. I suddenly remember her question, shaking my head.
"N-no... I d-don't mind," I managed to whisper, letting my mouth hang open in disbelief that this was actually happening. Suddenly feeling confident, I smirked, pulling her towards me, looping my index finger in the front belt loop of her pants. I pulled her into a heated kiss, running my fingers up and down her sides to tease her. Without warning, she shoved her tongue in my mouth, ripping an unexpected growl from my throat. She smirked against my lips. She pulled away from the kiss without notice a few seconds later.
"So are you going to do to me like you do in your fantasies, or are you just going to stand here and kiss me innocently all day? I'm okay with either one, I just want to know so I don't get all worked up for nothing." I chuckled in response before grabbing her forearms and spinning her around and pushing her against the counter. She moaned in response to my dominance, reaching out to grab my hips. It was my turn to smirk against her lips. Moving my hands to her thighs, I pushed her up onto the counter, which was slightly above my waist. I knew this would make things slightly difficult, but I didn't care.

Working my way down her neck, I kept giving her butterfly kisses while trying to pull her shirt off. Pulling away, she helps me remove her shirt, quickly moving to take mine off as well. Placing my lips back onto hers, I pull her closer to me, trying to get as close to her as possible. Finally finding a good position, I begin to grind against her between her legs. She lets out a noise somewhere between a sigh and a moan-- both quiet and high pitched. I swear, that is the sexiest sound I've ever heard in my life. I suddenly realize how close I am to the edge and pull my hips away from hers.
"Jiminie~! Why did you stop?!" she whines, then the thought of coming just from grinding on her doesn't sound so bad.
"Because, kitten. I don't want this to end so soon. If I come now, it'll be over before I even prep you,"
"And I'll probably come on your fingers if you do that," she counters.
"Okay... Since we're both close, how about we just give each other hand-jobs this time?" I ask quickly, trying to speed up my release. She nods before unbuttoning and unzipping my pants, hastily sticking one hand inside my briefs before pulling down my jeans with the other. My knees buckle from the pleasure, my eyes rolling up involuntarily, signaling that I'm already dangerously close to my orgasm.

"That's right, ChimChim. Come for me, oppa," she coaxes. I can't take it anymore, screaming her name and coming apart in her hands. I grip the sides of the counter, trying not to let my legs give out on me. I look up at her as she removes her hands from my shrinking length and looks me straight in the eyes, licking my come from her delicate fingers. Oh god... I could probably have another orgasm just watching her do that. She waits for me to catch my breath before removing her pants and hipster underwear. And here I was thinking she was a bikini-cut girl.

I glance down at her womanhood, seeing her already dripping folds. I smirk up at her before grazing my fingers over her thighs. She gasps in anticipation, gripping the counter tightly with one hand, holding on to my left bicep with the other. As I slip my fingers in her core, she lets out a moan of my name. I smirk proudly at myself for being able to make her act like this. I can feel her walls pulsing on me already when my fingers are in her up to my knuckles. She jerks forward, removing her left hand from the counter and onto my shoulder. I stop my movements for a second.

"Are you okay, [y/n]? Am I going too deep?" She opens her eyes to look at me. Her eyes are glossed over in pure bliss as she shakes her head and moans.
"Jimin, baby that feels so good. Can you go harder?" Oh hell yeah. I smirk at her before nodding and pulling my fingers almost all the way out of her tight pussy. I push my hand back into her with full force, hearing her moan in response. When I feel her walls pulse even harder, I know she's close.

"Come on, sweetheart. I want you to come all over my fingers and soak my counters." My words were enough to make her come after another hard thrust. She screams my name before laying her head on my shoulder. "That's my girl," I praise her. I slip my boxers back on before slipping my shirt over her shoulders and pulling her underwear back over her bottom. Picking her up like a baby, I carry her over to my couch to lay her down. As soon as she's settled comfortably on the couch, I begin to walk away, but she grabs my wrist.

"Where are you going, oppa?" she asks sleepily.
"I'm going to clean up the counter and get you a blanket. Aren't you cold?" She nods before replying.
"Yes, but I can clean up my mess in the morning. As for a blanket, that's what you're for," she smirks lazily and I swear my heart melts. How can I say no to that? I walk back over to her, pulling her off the couch again for a second so I can spoon her while we sleep. Hugging her from behind in our new position, I bury my face in her neck, kissing her softly before whispering to her.

"I love you, [y/n]."
"Saranghae, Jiminie-oppa," she replies before closing her eyes. I follow suit, falling into a deep, comfortable sleep.