BTSxReader - Short story compilation.

Control [M] - JM

Pairing: JiminxReader

Genre: Smut

Sum: Jimin loved to be confident and daring, when he came home from practice. There hasn't been once, you denied him to have a fun time in the bedroom, until today, where you suggested something new. Will Jimin's pride fall to the floor, under the circumstances?

Word count: 2.8k

Triggers: Sub!Jimin + very light bondage + Cock ring (overstimulation)

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It was a sweet quiet Saturday, when you were left off from work an hour early. Your shoes scattered along the entrance of your apartment, sensing a package neatly placed behind the door. Knowing what it was, you couldn't wait to show it to Jimin. Looking at the time, you noticed it would take hours before your partner would come home, so unpacking the box, should be a priority. Tipping towards the kitchen, you found a scissor, only touching the tip of it along the tape, before you heard rustling in the back.

"What's that?" A pair of strong arms and the smell of a familiar, fumbled upon the clean air, with a feel of lips stroking against your ear. Exhaling for a moment, the box was put aside, while you smirked turning around to face Jimin.

"You're home early" His hair was freshly washed and smelled like vanilla, running your hands up along his biceps.

"The boys let me go" His voice was raspy and light of lust filled his eyes. You knew this routine like the back of your hand, a kiss, turning to a room filled with your moans of his name. Your hand tightening around his shirt, giving into the passionate kiss of love.

"What's in the box, ____?" The touch of his hands leaving your hips, reaching out for the brown cardboard box. In the speed of light, your hand blocked his reach, making his eyebrows furrow.

"I don't think you want to know" You explained, getting his arms to lock you in between the table and him. His big brown eyes staring you down, unamused of your secretive answer.

"Why not?" His eyebrows raised, making you smile of the curious mate. Your hand cupping his puffy cheeks, before kissing him gently, getting his facial expression to relax. Your hips bucking into his grown bulge, hearing his sharp inhale.

"Because if you want to know, I must show you and you probably won't like it" You whispered against his lips, making the grip around your waist tighten.

"Why wouldn't I like it?"

"Your pride is at stake, are you up for that?" A smirk rising upon your face, seeing his bottom lip get sucked. Jimin loved to show his pride around you, specially being the dominant, having you scream his name. Even though there was no sign of what was in the box, he nodded lightly to your deal. Giving into his trust, his grip around your heated body loosened. Your hand entangled with his, leading him towards the bedroom, while the brown box lingered in the other.

"What are you doing, ___?" The box was placed on the white woodened desk, while pushing a chair out in the room. Jimin's eyes were fixated on your movements, feeling your palms find place on his chest. Your lips crashing upon his, before pushing him to sit on the woodened chair. The sound of agony and confusion, was replaced with your kisses and hands rummaging around under the clothes. Straddling him, your felt his hard on, push again your wet core. Your hips rocking subconsciously against it, hearing the groans escape the back of his throat.

Your shirt lifted above your head, revealing the black lace bra, hearing him take in a sharp inhale of beauty. Before being able to fondle your squishy breasts, your hands made a blockage, to push them behind his back. Attacking him with pecks and a tongue playing down his neck, you successfully bound his hand securely on the chair.