BTS || A Smut Collection

Firecracker // Jimin

WARNINGS: dom!Jimin, fem reader, angst and frustration, teasing, a lot of smirking, so much staring, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, some spanking, dirty talk, MAJOR mirror/reflection kink, multiple orgasms, cum tasting (f), hair pulling, brief choking, fish-hooking, forced selfcest, unprotected sex (assume birth control), creampie

You weren't familiar with this building, and so – just as cliché as was to be expected in your life – you were late for your first advanced contemporary class. Wonderful.

These halls were so difficult to navigate. Your previous building was so much easier, but now that you'd transferred from the intermediate to the advanced class, you'd had to move on. Why on earth did your academy have to host all the advanced classes in a building across town from your regular studios? The inconvenience of the situation was aggravating, and now that you were late to your first lesson your mood was rather, shall we say, stormy.

You looked down at the schedule and map on you'd been given by your previous instructor that told you the room you were looking for was 4B, and instructor's name was Park Jimin. You huffed in frustration at realising you had in fact passed the door to your class as soon as you had stepped in. The map was printed upside down on the page before your eyes. That would explain it...

When you finally found the studio you were looking for and barged in, the class of twenty students all stopped their stretches and turned to glare at you. You clutched onto the strap of your gym bag, averting their gaze and shuffling your feet with nerves and anxiety coursing through you.

"Ah, ____?" a young man's voice called to you. You snapped your head up to see your instructor – Park Jimin, according to your useless schedule and map – turning to look at you too, his phone in hand and plugged into the sound system. His eyes trailed over your body and a smirk formed on his lips. "Late to your first class? Not the best impression..." he scolded.

"Sorry, I couldn't find the room..."

"I didn't ask for an excuse. Find a spot and start stretching, we have a lot to cover today. This won't be anything like your intermediate classes..." His expression read as teasing; the smirk, the eyebrow lifting as he spoke, the bright eyes boring into yours.

Great. Your new instructor was a prick. Just what you needed.

You walked to the back of the room, dumping your gym bag and tugging your shoes, socks and hoodie off to leave you wearing your yoga pants and oversized tee. You joined the back row of dancers to start your stretches, limbering up for the rest of the class.

Looking around, you noticed the class was a pretty balanced mix of male and female students, all wearing similar attire to you, a couple of the other girls wearing leotards instead that hugged their figures and showed off every lean muscle as they stretched.

"Alright so, new student with us today. _____, give us a wave in the mirror," Jimin was facing the large wall of mirrors at the front of the class, looking at you in the reflection. You raised your hand to wave sheepishly back at him, eyes darting across the class staring at you in the mirror. "I've heard some good things about you, little miss prodigy. Worked your way up here pretty fast, huh?" he smirked, eyes staring into yours as a flush rose to your cheeks.

True enough, you'd worked your way through the beginner and intermediate classes within just six months of joining the academy, whereas it took most people a minimum of six months to complete just one class. But you had managed to whiz through your preliminary exams, land the solos in the bi-annual showcases and generally be noticed by the academy's leader, Mina Myoung. She'd been keeping an eye on your progress and asked to see you personally, wondering if you were ready to face the advanced classes.