Wanted: Skz Roleplay Partner

Wanted: Skz Roleplay Partner

Requirements:

Over 18. I am 25, so I would prefer that you are over 21 as well, but that is not required

Roleplays will take place on Discord only

Have some role play experience (this is flexible)

Double rps preferred (or we make multiple channels for each of our individual rps). Regardless, each of us will get to play the OC at one point

Only idol/OC pairings as the main focus

Open to LGBT pairings (my initial rp will be m/f)

Comfortable with smut and can/will communicate boundaries

Semi-literate; preferably 1-2 paragraphs per response. However, this is flexible based on the flow of the rp at a given time

Understand that we both have lives outside of rp and that some days responses may not come or may not come for several hours

With that said, updating as regularly as possible

Please DM me if you are interested and I will provide my discord user name. Please confirm that you are over 18 years old in your DM by saying something to the affect of “I am over 18 years old” or “I am 23.”

Thanks!

Dangerous | Chapter One: Déjà Vu

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Bad Boy!Jimin, Bartender!Reader, College AU

Pairing: Jimin/Named Reader

Rating: M

Chapter Warnings: alcohol consumption, adult language, lead up to sex, seduction, slight dubious consent

"Eh, Inna, what is this about? I'm trying to get laid!" your friend, Ye-jin said, as you pulled off the dance floor and away from the guy she was dancing with.

You pointed over to the doorway where Jimin and his friends were still standing, talking among themselves and eyeing up the place. His eyes landing on you briefly, looking you up and down, before flitting back out to the dance floor.

"See the guy over there?" you asked. "That's Park Jimin, remember? The guy from high school I told you about."

Ye-jin's eyes lit up with recognition and she turned back to you, her small hands clenched cutely into fists.

"You want me to fight him, Inna?" Her lips firming into a thin line and her eyes darkening.

You laughed. "No, but I am going to get my revenge tonight, but I need you to keep the bartender busy."

Ye-jin rolled her eyes. "You know he won't talk to me since--"

"Then, act like you're sick or seduce him or something! I just need to get behind that bar!"

"You're okay with that?" she asked, biting her lip.

"I don't care," you said, dismissing the topic with your hand.

She nodded and headed over to the bar. You watched as she batted her eyelashes and swayed her hips just right. You knew Ye-jin wouldn't take it too far, but it still hurt. But, somethings were more important than your best friend leading your ex to the bathroom around the corner. Somethings like the silver-haired boy that had just sat down at the bar.

The silver hair certainly gave him a different edge he didn't have when the two of you were in high school. You found it hard to look at the boy; you weren't sure if it was his new beauty or your history. His friends were equally as beautiful, each sporting a different color of hair, except the youngest one that you recognized as Jungkook. You'd gone on a date or two with the boy who was your age. It had been extremely casual, but you'd remained friends with him.

"Hey Jungkook," you said. "What'll it be tonight?"

"Oh, hey," he said. "I thought you didn't work on Sundays."

"I'm just filling in," you said.

Jungkook nodded and ordered his typical soju bomb--after one of which he was usually wasted and on the dance floor. You made the drink quickly and gave it to the boy who sipped it, eyeing the dance floor carefully.

"And for your friends?"

Each of the boys ordered and you prepared their drinks with ease. You finally came to the end of the bar where Jimin was sitting. He ran his hand through his hair and looked up at you. You felt it all rush back to you, suddenly you were sixteen again and his gaze made your knees shake. But, unlike when you were sixteen, you could control yourself and you smiled at the boy.

"And what do you want?"

"Just put a couple bottles on the bar and I'll mix them myself," he said. "I don't care what they are."

You gave him an odd look, but shrugged and placed two bottles on the bar and a glass. You assumed if he regularly mixed his own drinks, he probably knew what to do not to fuck himself up too much.

"You sure you're a bartender?" he asked, one of his eyebrows raising.

You smirked at the boy. "What makes you ask?" You leaned with your elbows on the bar and you saw his gaze drift downward.

"Most bartenders question me," he said. "Won't let me mix my own drinks." He smirked, glancing back up at your face. "And you're not exactly dressed like the typical bartender."

"Want me to tell you the truth?" you asked, a smirk crossing your lips this time. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't picked up a few tricks from the boy. "I am a bartender here, but only on Mondays and Wednesdays. My ex-boyfriend keeps taking all the good shifts, so I made sure he was a bit distracted, so I could make a little extra money."

As if on cue, your ex, Chul-Soo walks back behind the bar. You can see the traces of Ye-Jin's lipstick on his lips and you feel a slight pang in your chest, but knowing you'd asked for it, you reached up and used your thumb to wipe it off.

"I was just filling in for you while you were occupied," you said. "I hope you don't mind Chul-Soo." You used your whiniest voice just annoy the boy.

"You don't work today, Inna," he said. "Go and do what you're actually good at." He pointed out at the dance floor.

You pouted, but slipped out from behind the bar. You saw Jimin's figure stiffen slightly as he poured alcohol into his glass. Some from the first bottle and some from the second, swirling it quickly before drinking down.

You smiled, knowing your plan was going smoothly. Chul-Soo had been the one to warn you about Jimin back in high school. After Jimin broke your heart and humiliated you, you'd sought solace in the boy and dated him for the last year of high school and first year and a half of college.

"Fine," you said. "But, at least I've made a new friend." You smiled at Jimin, and you saw your ex's eyes widen. He knew the history, and you found a sick pleasure as you ran your hand through Jimin's hair and fixed a few out of place hairs.

"Do you want to dance?" Jimin asked, grabbing your wrist and pulling it down to intertwine his fingers with yours.

You nodded and followed him out the dance floor. There was a surprising amount of space between you, his hands resting on your waist.

"Thanks," you said. "Chul-Soo has been a dick since we broke up."

"No problem," he said. "I'm not fond of Chul-Soo myself."

"Oh, you know him?"

"Yeah, we went to high school together," Jimin said, not catching your eyes. He leaned down close to your ear so you could hear him better over the loud music. "He liked to mess with things that were mine."

It didn't take much to get Jimin back to your apartment. It seemed you both had revenge on your minds as you caught a glance of him smirking at Chul-Soo as the two of you left the club together.

"I hope you're okay riding on a motorcycle," he said. "It's the only transportation I've got." He placed a helmet on his head and handed you an extra.

"It's not my first time," you said, grabbing the offered helmet and strapping it on.

He nodded. "Hold on tight."

You climbed onto the motorcycle and wrapped your hands around his waist, feeling the hardened muscle beneath his shirt. You felt him laugh as your hands roamed underneath his shirt slightly.

"Hey, hey," he said, his voice deep and raspy. "You have to be patient."

You rested against his shoulder blades as he followed the GPS to your apartment which wasn't far. You could've walked, but Jimin had insisted on driving, considering the heels you were wearing, you couldn't decline.

As soon as you opened the door, Jimin had pushed you inside and shut it, pushing your back against it. One of his hands rested on the door beside the door and the other was on your thigh. His lips roamed between your lips and your neck.

"Where's your remote?" he asked, suddenly pulling away.

"Uh, on the coffee table, why?"

He picked it up and turned on the TV, turning up the volume. Jimin threw the remote back on the coffee table and maneuvered you to the couch.

"Don't want to disturb the neighbors," he said.

"I'm not usually too loud."

Jimin smirked as his fingers began to roll up your skirt. "You will be tonight."

You began to run the hem of his T-shirt between your fingertips and eventually he helped you slip it over his head, his silver hair becoming an inviting mess.

You found it hard to look at his toned chest and stomach, so you moved your lips to his collarbone. His skin tasted slightly of sweat, but it was sweet beneath your tongue.

He moaned and you took the opportunity to flip him over so you were on top. He bit his lip, seeming to like you taking control.

"You want me?" you asked, grinding your hips into his.

"Yes," he said, his voice breathy and barely there.

My God, this is too easy. You looped your left index finger through his belt loop and tugged on them slightly, using the other hand to fiddle with Jimin's zipper, feeling him grow beneath you. You chuckled and leaned down so your lips were near his ear.

"Too bad I don't fuck bad boys."

You released your grip and climbed off of him. Despite your own needs going unsatisfied, you were satisfied knowing Jimin was having a harder  time.

His eyes widened as he glanced over at you as you rolled down your skirt and adjusted your hair.

"Inna?!"

"Took you long enough," you said.

"You look different," he said. "What happened to the good girl from high school?"

"I haven't been a good girl since I touched you, Park Jimin." You reached for the remote and turned off the TV. "Have fun riding home with a boner."

You disappeared into your bedroom, closing the door behind you. You could hear his shuffling outside your door and it almost made you want to apologize.

"Is this all because of what happened in high school?" he asked. "I was stupid back then. I tried to apologize, you know."

Eventually, when he received no answer you heard your front door open and close. You made your way into the living room, having changed into a pair of sweats and a T-shirt. You looked down at the coffee table where a sticky note was attached to the remote.

If you ever change your mind. x Jimin  

Underneath he'd written his phone number, you knew you should crumple up the note and throw it in the trash. But, before you could think you'd typed Jimin's number into your phone and saved it to your contacts. You never knew when you could use a nice dose of revenge.

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Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Bad Boy!Jimin, Bartender!Reader College AU

Pairing: Jimin/Named Reader

Rating: M

Warnings: alcohol consumption, sexual assault (not perpetuated by Jimin or a BTS member), a drugged drink, adult language, sexual themes, masturbation, smut, more warnings before each chapter

Synopsis: Park Jimin doesn't fuck good girls.

He made that clear when he humiliated you when you were sixteen. Since then, you've sworn to get revenge on Park Jimin one day.

Now, you're both in college. You're no longer a good girl and Park Jimin just walked into the club.

Looks like today is the day.

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Dangerous | Prologue

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Bad Boy!Jimin, Bartender!Reader, College AU

Pairing: Jimin/Named Reader

Rating: M

Warnings: alcohol consumption, sexual assault (not perpetuated by Jimin or a BTS member), a drugged drink, adult language, sexual themes, masturbation, smut, more warnings before each chapter

Synopsis: Park Jimin doesn’t fuck good girls.

He made that clear when he humiliated you when you were sixteen. Since then, you’ve sworn to get revenge on Park Jimin one day.

Now, you’re both in college. You’re no longer a good girl and Park Jimin just walked into the club.

Looks like today is the day.

Park Jimin was dangerous. 

You knew this, of course, everyone did. It only took one look at Park Jimin's tousled black hair, tight dark wash jeans, and the smirk he permanently wore on his face to know whoever got involved with Park Jimin would get burned. 

You were naive and believed you would be different from the trail of broken hearts he left behind him. When Jimin started winking at you across the classroom and commenting on the height of your skirt, you thought that he was actually falling in love with you. You thought you have something those other girls didn't.

The first time he took you for a ride on his motorcycle, you fell in love. Your arms around his waist, your fingertips brushing over the chiseled muscles below his black t-shirt. He'd given you his only helmet, Can't let anything happen to that pretty face of yours. 

His black hair flew freely in the window and yours blew out from underneath the helmet behind you. It was exhilarating to feel as if you were flying except for your arms around his torso and where he connected between your thighs. You took your arms from around him and spread them out behind you, making you feel as if you were a bird. 

The motorcycle stopped. Do you know how stupid that was? You could've fallen off or caused us to crash! He sighed and pulled you into a hug, your cheek smashing into chest, causing the helmet to shift crookedly on your head. Now, come on, let's get those milkshakes.

You parked the motorcycle at a local diner. It was the kind of place you went before you lost your virginity, the kind of place couples went to play footsie with each other underneath the table.

Two cherry milkshakes, Jimin said, drawing out cherry for longer than was necessary.

The waitress rolled her eyes, but wrote down the order. You thought you heard her mumble something under her breath as she walked away, her hips swaying as she walked away. Your cheeks heated as you realized you weren't the only one that noticed, Jimin's eyes glued to her ass. 

You couldn't blame him. She was the one that made Jimin the bad boy he was. She took his virginity back when he was a sophomore and she was a senior. But then she made a mistake, she fell in love. Some say Jimin loved her too, others say he played her. No matter the truth, she was Jimin's first heartbreak.

At school, Jimin didn't want to hold hands. He allowed you to sit in his lap instead. His arms around you and his hands resting on your thighs, dangerously close...

It didn't take long for one of Jimin's friends to notice you too. You'd caught him sneaking glances at you, Jimin's hands on you, and the way you'd rolled up your skirt to show more leg without breaking the dress code. You shared a class with him without Jimin and he'd walk past your desk to the pencil sharpener with an already perfectly sharp pencil. Jimin, doesn't love you. He's just going to break your heart. 

You pushed him away telling him it wasn't true; Jimin loved you and that you weren't like the other girls. He tried to warn you.

What's wrong? Jimin asked, when he saw you after school that day. You were hesitant to tell him of his friend's warning, he was after all trying to help you, even if he was wrong about Jimin. 

Jimin came to school the next day with a black eye and bruised ribs. He'd never gotten beaten up for one his girls before. Your heart hurt as he winced with nearly every movement. Don't worry about me, love. That guy was a dick and I needed to teach him a lesson.

You'd finally decided that you were going to sleep with Jimin. He borrowed a truck from a friend and filled the back with as many blankets as he could find. He drove you out to the viewpoint where everyone went to make out. You laid in the truck bed underneath the stars, the night quiet, the only sounds coming from the chirping crickets in the woods across the road. 

You kissed until each other's lips were swollen and his hands roamed places they hadn't before, causing you to feel anxious, but in the best way possible. He chuckled, You really want me that bad, baby girl? You bit your lip, trying to stifle the moan that tried to escape due to his taunts. 

Yes, you managed to breathe out. I want you. He smirked as he reached up your skirt and hooked his fingers through the waistband of your panties. 

Too bad I don't fuck good girls. 

His breath was hot against your ear and you could nearly taste the smirk on his lips. You vision blacked for a moment, as you heard laughter erupting from around the truck. His friends. Did you really think I'd fuck a girl like you?

You fuck everyone else. Your lips tried to form the words, but they didn't come. Instead, you hopped down from the bed of the truck and ran towards the woods. You knew that if you ran far enough you'd make it back to the main city and eventually home. 

You heard someone calling your name an hour or so later, the slow idle of a truck in the distance. You no longer heard his friends. But, you didn't care if Park Jimin apologized until the day he died, you would never forgive him. 

Hot tears fell down your cheeks as you tried to pull your skirt down over the knees, trying not to feel so cold and alone. Eventually, Jimin's calls died out and you walked back towards the city again, making it home early in the morning. Dirt stained your clothes and you could still feel Jimin's hands on your skin and in your hair. 

From that day on, you wanted revenge on Park Jimin. You never talked to him again, even when he stood by your locker, his puppy eyes activated and his thick lips locked in a pout. 

He graduated that year and even as he eyed you sitting with the band, his face sullen. You vowed to get revenge on Park Jimin, no matter how long it took.

You almost didn't notice him walk into the club with his friends. You were too busy dancing--trying to get over your ex--to really even care about who you were grinding on. But, something caused you to look up just as Park Jimin walked in, the strobe lights reflecting off his skin. Damn, he's still hot. 

You'd waited for this opportunity since you were sixteen. You looked hot, so hot he might not even recognize you. You were thankful you had opted to wear the tight two-piece dress. You were going to give Park Jimin a taste of his own medicine.

You were going to make Park Jimin want you. You were going to get revenge.

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Chapter Three of Amadeus will be out this week. Likely Friday or Saturday. I just got back from vacation and so I am a little busier than usual. It will be out soon!