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Jimin: No Type 🔞

"I'm serious- you're tired of being a boy-toy, and I'm tired of wasting my time, so let's date." You tell him, and for some reason, he agrees. He doesn't know why because technically you're absolutely not his type- but it doesn't matter, because the love that blooms between the two of you makes it all worth it.

Tags/Warnings: dog groomer!Reader, Choreograph!Jimin, bratty! Reader, brat tamer!Jimin, Dom!Jimin oops, fluff, smut, a bit of angst too but you gotta squint and put glasses on ig

"Yeah but what I'm trying to say is-" you start, scoffing when Jimin takes a fry from your plate. "-that Hannah wasted a perfectly good batch of cookies by leaving the package open. They turned all stale and soft.." You say, playfully slapping his hand when he reaches for your food again.

"I mean," He starts, glaring at you in a warning that makes you retract your hand from hitting his again, albeit with a pout. "She probably didn't mean to. Why are you so mad about it baby?" He chuckles, stealing a chicken nugget from you as you whine.

"Because those were yours!" You exclaim. "You bought me those, remember? So I can snack while at work?" You say. He nods, and grins.

This is what he's come to learn about you. People think of you as such a confident, loud and chaotic person, but once you both started genuinely dating, he's come to see so many more sides to you. You're soft at heart, and while you can sometimes come off as a bit rough, you truly care about the people you love.

Him, for example.

While he'd been very unsure at first about your intentions, unable to quite believe that you were serious when asking him out one night, he'd come to learn that you're actually a very sweet person. He remembers your first kiss, pressing his lips onto yours after you'd excitedly told him about how you'd seen him on YouTube now, happy about his success. He couldn't help himself back then, and it got even better after seeing your red face afterwards, shyness consuming you as you'd suddenly made up an excuse about your snake at home having to get fed, rushing out.

You later texted him a several line long apology, assuring him that you did actually like what he did, but that you're awkward as hell and your snake actually did need a bit of attention or it would've been sad. It was easier for you to convey certain emotions and intentions via text, having a safe distance between you two- and you also sometimes cut contact down completely when you got too upset, something he'd been not that happy about in the past. It had been a nasty habit of yours; rather hiding away than risk hurting him by saying something you don't mean.

Because you know what that feels like- having been hurt by words in the past way too often.

He also remembers the first time.. together with you.

He remembers the first time you'd invited him over, the terrarium of your snake (Franklyn, or Frank for short, mistakenly named with a male name after her past owner just didn't bother checking), and how careful you'd been with your pet. It had been a huge thing for him to be close to an animal like this- but for you, he'd jumped over his own shadow, your happy face worth it all the way.

He remembers that time he'd picked you up from work; watching as you were cuddling a giant Saint Bernard with a grin on your face, so sweet and cute that he couldn't help but fall for you even further than he'd already done.

He'd been very unsure about it at first, still somewhat hesitant- but then you'd sat in front of him, all shy and hesitant, and as you told him just so.. raw and unmasked how you'd felt about him, he knew that this was actual love. He'd broken down the last wall inside of him that night, letting you inside his heart all the way while he lost himself in the feeling of you.

Ever since then, you both had been attached at the hip.

He'd become quite fond of you; learning how to handle you to make sure you didn't step out of line as often as you used to. He was getting pretty good at keeping you in check these days, not intimidated by your attitude anymore after slowly learning that you're all bark and no bite- at least with him. It funny enough only took a simple glance of his to silence you if needed, and while you yourself always commented that he was being unfair and mean, friends around you were convinced that it was the cutest thing ever.

They all have made it into an inside joke that Jimin is probably getting dommed by you in the bedroom.

Something that's absolutely hilarious to him, considering the situation you're in right after that small date today; underneath him, while he presses himself against your back, arched in pleasure as he holds you close. You're whining,breathing heavily, but you don't dare tell him to move-

Because at the end of the day, he calls the shots.

He doesn't say a thing, doesn't need to, as he simply smiles against your neck, placing kisses against the skin there that made you shudder. Only then does he move again, effortlessly bringing his hips back and forth in a rhythm he seems fit. You're grabbing the sheets in your hands, fists holding them tightly as he reaches over to place his own hands over yours, engulfing them in a comforting manner.

Your head is empty, only filled with him, and nothing else.

"So pretty." He comments, as he presses his lips against your neck, making you whimper out as you struggle to stay upright. So you let yourself fall forwards, last orgasm having ended up taking all your strength away as you breathe heavily. "Too much?" He asks, uncaring about his own pleasure as he checks up on you.

And so you do.

You simply nod, opening your mouth and he knows you're about to apologize. "Don't." He warns, getting up to walk into the bathroom- probably to get something to clean you up with. You don't notice, barely awake, as he chuckles and smiles, giving you a comforting glance. "You can sleep baby, I'll handle everything." He promises, and you know he will. You trust him.

"And this man was utterly gorgeous"

Once and Future Crime Lord- Pg. 9