BTS SMUT ONESHOTS

yoonmin - in the dressing room

word count: 4979
original: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19893763
tags: AU, Strangers to Lovers, Dancer Park Jimin, Lingerie shop employee Min Yoongi, Lingerie, Jimin in Lingerie, Smut, Blow Jobs, First Time Blow Jobs, Public Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Bottom Park Jimin, Top Min Yoongi, Jimin likes being pretty, (PWP) Porn With Plot, toxic masculinity in the beginning but it's just to set the stage, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Whiny Park Jimin, Happy Ending, Needy Park Jimin, Soft Park Jimin, Soft Min Yoongi
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It started out as a dumb dare by his rude and inappropriate friends. Friends which, by the way, Jimin was pretty sure he was going to abandon after this fiasco, because clearly they thought this whole thing was hilarious, and didn’t have his best interests at heart.

“Ever been in a lingerie store, Jimin?”

“No, why would I have?” he frowned, the mouth of his beer bottle resting against his lower lip. His friends called his lips “blowjob lips,” and always said it while laughing. He’d never given a blowjob in his life, not that he wasn’t a little curious. He wouldn’t tell them that, though. He didn’t need another reason for them to tease him. Half of them had girlfriends; the other half were constantly on the prowl. Sometimes he wasn’t sure why he was friends with them in the first place, but then he remembered: they all were in the same dance company. Friends of convenience, basically.

“There’s this new store that opened up at the mall—a huge lingerie shop.”

“Okay…?” he wasn’t sure where this was going, so he took a swig from his bottle.

“You should totally go in there, pick out the sexiest pieces, and then try them on. Set up your camera in a pocket or something, and turn it on…then call for the attendant to ‘help’ you.”

Jimin was still confused about the first part of the suggestion, but that last part caught him even more off guard.

“Wait, what?”

Fake Friend Number Three leaned forward, eyebrows waggling suggestively. “We hear that girls these days love a guy in sexy female lingerie. Pretend to get stuck and need her to help you out.”

“Um.” Jimin didn’t like this idea at all.

“If you’re too chicken, you can always just do the punishment instead.”

The punishment, Jimin knew, was less embarrassing, but more unpleasant: cover Fake Friend Number One’s beginners’ ballet class for two full weeks in a row.

This was especially unattractive to Jimin, because he hated being the one in charge (aka teaching, in this case) and the little girls in that class were such primadonnas that the last time he’d accidentally been practicing across the hall at the same time as their class, he’d ended up thinking he’d just been thrown into the worst preteen drama—and these weren’t even preteens yet—not to mention they were still of the age to believe that “boys can’t be pretty, that’s gross,” and so he’d been hit with invasive questions and comments when he’d had the misfortune of refilling his water thermos when they’d been on bathroom break.

At the time, Fake Friend Number One had just laughed and teased Jimin along with his students.

Back to the matter at hand, though:

“I’m not teaching your classes,” Jimin said stubbornly, trying and failing to keep the pout off of his face. Fake Friend Number Two snorted and flicked his bottom lip.