BTS One Shots

Jimin

"I thought you already knew." He challenges.

"People have been saying that you like me more than just a friend." I spit out, stumbling over my words.

He doesn't deny it, coming around to the front of me. "I brought you here because I think you're very pretty and to tell you that the rumors are true. And I also think that you like me back."

"I said I didn't hate you." I suck in my lips, beginning to lose morale.

"But you more than just like me, don't you?" He leans in front of me, his thick lips brushing against mine.

I can't understand anything as he presses against me, testing my reaction when he kisses me. I know I can't move away from him, every instinct in my body screaming for him to go away and for him to keep going.

He does the latter, fingers tangling in my hair as I open my mouth for him, letting his tongue slip along mine. I can feel his muscle rippling beneath the thin sleeves of his button down, reacting to my feather light touch.

"Y/N." He breathes, pulling back from me.

"Jimin." I return, my mind fogged with lust and want for him.

"Truth or dare?"

I scoff, pushing him back. "Are we still playing this, Jimin?"

"Truth or dare?" He repeats, eyes darkening.

I meet his stare, giving him a challenging look. "Fine. Dare."

Jimin's smile is pure sin, eyes looking me up and down before resting on the collar of my shirt, his voice impossibly deep as he gives me my task. "Take it off."

I lick my lips coyly. "I'm not sure of what you mean. You know you have to be more specific with me, Jimin."

He undoes the top bottom of my uniform for me, my breath punching from my lungs when his fingers brush across my neck. "Was that specific enough for you?"

Nodding slowly, I let the rest of my morality slip from my senses, only concerned with making Jimin take care of the wetness between my legs.

I unbutton the front of my blouse, letting it fall off my shoulders and to the floor. I'm suddenly thankful I hadn't done my laundry, the only bra left in my drawer a lacy, push-up when I got dressed this morning.

Jimin lets out a long breath, eyes roaming around my bare stomach and chest until I reach out and put my own hands under his shirt, not even having to dare him as he lets me slip it over his head.

Now it's my turn to sigh in appreciation. His muscles flex under my touch, letting my fingers linger over the indentations of his hips, the muscle leading beneath the waistband of his uniform.

In an instinct he pushes me back, the desk shaking slightly with the force as he leans over me, pressing his lips against mine. I'd never been kissed with so much passion before, all of the things he'd wanted to tell me unspoken but understood between us.

I arch myself into him, humming.

"Are you sure you're ready?" Jimin grumbles, hands wandering up my thighs.

My breathing is heavy as I nod, my mouth falling open when he touches me through the fabric of my underwear. He lets out a deep sound from the back of his throat as he rubs my soaked core, burying his face in my neck as I try to keep back my moans.

I'm so sensitive to his touch that within just a few seconds I can already feel the knot tightening up in my stomach, nearly coming when Jimin pushes aside my underwear and slides a finger up and down my folds, sucking gently on the skin around my pounding pulse.

"You're so responsive for me." He murmurs against my skin, teasing my slit before pushing his finger inside.

I moan, gripping his shoulders and losing myself in the sensations he's giving me. He repositions himself in between my legs, his erection poking my thigh through his pants, the tantalizing hardness making me roll my eyes back.

He catches my eye and sucks on the finger that was just inside of me, tasting my juices and groaning once before propping me up on my elbows, making me watch him as he buries his face in between my thighs.

"Opppaaa." I whine in a high pitched voice as he nips and licks around my clit.

When he drives two long fingers into me I have to grip the desk for purchase, his name falling past my lips in a gasp as he moves them, curling them into my sweet spot. I let him know with a loud moan to keep it there, his fingers twisting and curling and pumping in and out of my slick walls.

God, he feels so good inside of me, I can only imagine what his dick feels like.

And then a door slams from somewhere down the hall and I freeze, Jimin stopping his ministrations and standing abruptly, the bulge in his pants disappearing as we wait for any more sound.

He smirks down at my form, chest heaving in oxygen as my breathing begins to steady itself again. "Now I know you like me for sure." He says, imitating the way I'd whined for him seconds earlier.

I push my skirt back down when I sit up and hit him. "Whatever."

"Now. Back to your... predicament." He gestures to underneath my skirt, where I'm still wet and ready for him. "Let's go somewhere more private so I can fix your problem."