#jikook drabble

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꒰ kookmin drabble ꒱ 18+

jimin and his husband are newly married, but they can’t afford a place of their own yet. so when his husband's father, jeongguk, suggests that they move into his house until they find a place of their own, they decide to take him up on his offer.

⚠︎ content warnings: boypussy!jm with breasts, pseudo-incest, cheating, extreme dubious consent

jimin’s husband works a lot, trying to save up enough money for them to finally move out and have a place of their own. usually, jimin is left alone at the house with his father-in-law because he works from home in his office. jimin doesn’t want to be a bother, so he stays in his room most of the time completing his schoolwork or catching up on television shows. he still has a year left before he graduates college.

it's a little odd, though, being alone in such a big house with his father-in-law. before they were married, jimin had only met jeongguk a handful of times. but as the months pass, jimin slowly comes out of his shell around jeongguk. as they spend more time together, jimin can’t help but notice how attractive jeongguk is. he’s got a deep voice, nice hair, and tattooed muscles. he has been divorced from his wife for about five years and has stayed single the entire time. jimin considers it crazy that he hasn’t gotten back into the dating scene. surely, he could have anyone he wanted with a snap of his finger.

jeongguk notices how sweet and shy jimin has always been but has slowly been opening up to him lately. they talk about movies they’ve watched, books they’ve read, have found out they listen to a lot of the same music.

he also happens to notice the tight shorts jimin wears around the house. he'd have to be blind not to notice that he nearly never wears underwear most of the time. there's also a lack of any bulge as well, the outline of his chubby pussy taunting him any time jimin reaches for something in the kitchen or any time his shirt rides up to expose a sliver of smooth skin, his perky ass cheeks teasing from the bottom of his shorts.

jeongguk has wanted to point out the inappropriate attire, yet can’t bring himself to. selfishly, he wants to continue ogling his son in law in secret. but it’s becoming increasingly harder to control his wandering gaze and the resulting, inconvenient erection.

he’s also aware that due to his son working so much, jimin often seems lonely. jeongguk wants to fix that. he can fix that. he has to try, right?

it all comes to a head one morning when his son leaves for work. from the doorway, jeongguk finds himself watching jimin in bed, on his back, and sleeping soundly. luckily for jeongguk, his t-shirt has been rucked up, exposing the silky, skimpy thong he's wearing. he can’t tear his eyes away from the image of his thick pussy lips spilling from the material. he can’t find his will to leave the room or stop being a creep.

so jeongguk carefully makes his way to the bed and slithers under the covers, moving little by little as to not disturb jimin’s sleep. he slots himself between his parted creamy-smooth legs. like this, his body completely hidden by the sheets. he drinks in the sight of jimin’s deliciously waxed-smooth pussy lips hidden underneath. he just wants one taste. it wouldn’t hurt anyone.

leaning forward, he noses alone jimin’s slit, inhaling the heady, sweet scent of his cunt. his mouth waters, his cock hardening instantly in his sweatpants. tentatively, he flicks his tongue over the outline of jimin’s small cunt.

when jimin doesn’t move, jeongguk delicately pulls the material to the side to expose him further, the pink folds hidden away and his tiny clit peeking out at the top.

he thinks it must be the prettiest pussy he’s ever seen and being this close, centimeters away from his salivating mouth, has him throwing away any form of ethical reasoning.

he starts by leaving teasing, soft kisses to the inside of jimin’s thighs, closer and closer till he’s kissing directly over his cunt, his breaths growing heavier and heavier as the taste of jimin’s pussy invades his mouth. jimin twitches, his hands moving to his chest, running across the small mounds of his breasts. he stops for a moment, waiting until jimin settles. once he does, his cute cheeks rosy and long lashes fanned over his cheeks, jeongguk goes back to kissing over the waxed, soft skin, dipping his tongue to run along the dampening folds.

he feels jimin whine, turning his head and huffing into his pillow at the sensation. but he feels encouraged to keep going, so he does.

swirling his tongue at the hardening nub of his clit, he sucks around it ever so often, feeling his pussy contract as his slick forms at the opening of his pink rim. when he strokes his tongue down, tasting the tangy viscous fluid, he starts rapidly licking, fingers spreading his lips to go deeper.

but jimin gasps awake, one hand flying to jeongguk’s head still hidden under the covers.

“b-babe — fuck, d-don’t you have work?” jimin asks, breathless from the tongue sweeping over and between his folds, the soft lips suckling his clit.

jeongguk hums, not wanting jimin to hear his voice and figure out his identity. he's not done eating his pussy yet.

the vibrations from his humming have his hips jolting, grinding down on the tongue steadily moving between his silky folds, teasing his clit with generous, fleeting sucks.

“ah, that f-feels so good, baby,” jimin grinds down harder as his husband devours his cunt faster, collecting more saliva to spit directly on his pussy to aid his tongue’s movements. he grips the hair underneath the covers, back arching when a finger breaches his velvety heat. the suctioning pair of lips around his clit grows desperate, shockwaves of pleasure running through him.

when jeongguk adds another finger and begins to thrust in and out, curling them as his pace increases, jimin moans unabashedly high and long, thighs twitching and trembling.

“i’m gonna — gonna come if you k-keep doing that — shit,” jimin whimpers brokenly. his husband has never woken him up like this before but he can’t say he doesn’t love it.

it seems like his pussy eating skills have improved tremendously with the way he’s ravaging his cunt, messily lapping and laving over his folds and tenderly kissing his clit. his fingers fuck in quicker and quicker, heat shooting straight to his gut and core tightening from the building pleasure.

his fingers grip tighter in his husband's hair, while his husband's other palm reaches from underneath the covers to push his shirt up and pinch and roll one of his nipples. but jimin wants to see his husband’s face when he comes, so he yanks the cover away, only to reveal an unfamiliar head of hair in between his thighs.

suddenly exposed, jeongguk glances up to find jimin’s horrified, flushed face, brows furrowed and mouth gaping open.

“what — what are you doing!?” jimin squeals.

jeongguk hasn’t gotten his fix yet so he continues to lick and lave his tongue over his pussy, ignoring jimin’s question. jimin feels disgusted with himself and jeongguk, is baffled by the way jeongguk is eating him out, fucking him with his fingers without a care in the world. he needs it stop.

“jeongguk, s-stop, this is. this is so w-wrong,” jimin whines, squeezing his eyes shut. he paws at jeongguk’s head but to no avail.

jeongguk continues to ignore him, jaw working tirelessly, tongue rolling sensually over his clit while he adds a third finger into the mix, pistoning them inside. his cunt is sopping wet, its lewd squelching and his harsh breathing echoing through the room. he clenches around the slender fingers, hips bucking into the stimulation.

jeongguk curls his fingers up fast, hitting his g-spot every slide in. jimin is gonna come, his father in law is going make him orgasm.

this is so fucked on so many levels, but his brain isn’t matching his body. he's trapped, unable to run away.

“please — no," jimin begs, choking on a gasp, "i’m gonna — fuck.”

jeongguk moans, speeding up his fingers and his tongue that’s focusing directly on his clit. jimin attempts to wriggle away last second but jeongguk holds his thigh still, presses his mouth harder over his vulva.

his eyes roll back as he comes, body convulsing under jeongguk’s ministrations. his cunt spasms and constricts wildly around the steady fingers. heat blooms through his limbs, the bliss of his orgasm washing over him.

as soon as it settles, he scrambles back from jeongguk.

“what the hell — how, how could you do that?” jimin screams.

“it didn’t seem like you hated it.” jeongguk observes, crawling up the bed to hover over jimin’s shivering figure.

“that’s — no, i couldn’t help it. you have to leave now.”

jeongguk grabs jimin’s thighs, forcibly dragging him back down the bed and spreading his thighs to expose his glistening, pink cunt.

“but i’m not finished yet.”

jimin tries to snap his thighs shut, flustered at jeongguk’s comment but he’s stopped by jeongguk’s nails digging into the meat of his thighs, his dark eyes narrowing at jimin’s attempt to hide himself.

“w-well, i’m finished,” jimin stutters nervously, “i’m married to your son.”

jeongguk laughs, scoffing. it only makes jimin’s blood boil that much more. he squirms underneath his hands, trying to pry his bruising grip from his thighs. jeongguk rips them away, smacking a hard palm directly over his tiny cunt.

a loud squeak releases from his throat, the stinging impact forcing his hips to roll up from the confusing pleasure. jeongguk smirks, pulling him towards him until he’s directly underneath him, his t-shirt ridden all the way up his smooth stomach to fully expose his small, round breasts, his rosy-brown nipples stiffening from the room's cold air. jimin gasps, his cute brown eyes bulging at his insistence.

“what’s his is mine, jimin-ah,” jeongguk explains while one hand keeps jimin’s legs open and the other hand reaches down to fish his hard cock out of his sweatpants. it flings up against his torso, leaking and fat and intimidatingly long.

jimin squeezes his eyes shut, trying to ignore the way his cunt throbs from the sight. jeongguk is much bigger than his husband.

“you’ll enjoy it, i promise,” he whispers, reaching down to caress jimin’s red cheek.

jimin goes to say something, anything to get him to stop, but his mouth moves with no sound, thoughts cut off from jeongguk rubbing his cock in between his pussy lips, the head dragging deliciously over his sensitive clit. his thighs shake from their position and the stimulating, teasing drag over his petal-colored folds.

jimin has to bite his knuckle to contain his whimper, shyly studying the way jeongguk seems transfixed by the sight of his huge cock running between his pussy lips, at the way his cock is beginning to shine with his wet. jeongguk tugs his shirt over his head, revealing the full, broad expanse of his chest and biceps.

jimin bites his lip and physically turns his head away from the agonizing urge to beg for his cock. he shouldn’t want this.

he shouldn’t want this.

it’s just been so long since he and his husband had sex, too caught up and exhausted in work and school. when jeongguk grabs his length by the base and positions the head at jimin’s fluttering opening, he whines pathetically.

“please — don’t — don’t do this,” jimin asks, chest rising rapidly with his breaths, his small breasts bouncing with the movement. jeongguk licks his lips noticing his bambi eyes gleaming with unshed tears.

“hush now,” jeongguk soothes as one hand goes to fondle one of his tits, roughly cupping the fat in his large hand. “i’ll fuck you good, don’t worry.”

he sinks inside, the wide girth stretching jimin beyond what he's used to. his pussy expands to accommodate his impressive length even as his walls cling desperately around him. jeongguk groans hoarsely, reveling in jimin’s tight, velvety heat. mortifyingly, his pussy gushes another wave of creamy slick.

“shit, baby,” jeongguk groans, after bottoming out in one smooth motion, “your pussy is just what i needed.”

when his cock presses against his cervix, jimin moans wanton and loud. the blunt pressure is overwhelming. he watches the way his pussy squeezes around the intrusion, how jeongguk’s groin comes flush with his, jeongguk’s balls pressed heavy and full against his ass. he can’t believe this is happening to him right now. he can barely breathe between the fact that his father in law has his dick inside him and the awful way it feels so right, so fucking good.

jeongguk leans over him, wrapping jimin’s thighs around his torso as his cock reaches deeper from the movement. he whimpers, his hands manically gripping the sheets by his head. jeongguk leans on his elbows as he pulls out only to roll his hips forward in a quick motion, ramming inside again.

“o-oh! — oh fuck,” jimin gasps, his plump lips widening to form an o-shape. his pretty lashes flutter as jeongguk wraps his hot mouth around one of his nipples, swirling his tongue around the bud as he begins fucking in at a bruising, steady pace.

jimin tilts his head back, his fingers threading their way through jeongguk’s dark hair as his cock plunges deep inside him, brushing his sweet spot with every merciless roll of his hips. his cock feels enormous, wedging itself a place inside jimin’s spasming cunt. he can feel the way his slick has soaked the sheets underneath them, the obscene sound of his squelching cunt with every thrust jeongguk delivers.

“can’t believe i waited this long to fuck this pussy,” jeongguk hoarsely whispers, grinding his cock against his jimin’s g-spot, “so fucking tight, so wet for me.”

the heady pleasure makes jimin feel like he could pass out any second, jeongguk's skilled movements working him to the brink of sanity. he can’t form words at this point, can only moan and pant from the onslaught of hot pleasure tightening in his core again. the loud clapping sounds of jeongguk’s hips hitting his echo through the room, his balls slapping against his ass. jeongguk sucks and nips at his nipples unrelentingly, groaning deep and feral.

“p-please,” jimin whines, all previous hesitation being thrown out the window, tears stinging his eyes, “make me come, wanna - wanna come.”

jeongguk laughs, mean and mocking. he can do that.

one hand dives between them to rub quick circles over jimin’s clit as he continues to fuck into his leaking cunt. initially, jimin jerks from the contact but starts to rut forward into jeongguk’s fingers working over his clit and the insanely satisfying pace of his cock that pushes him closer and closer to the edge.

jeongguk bites his pebbled nipple, saying, “you love how i fuck you, hm?”

heat coils in jimin’s gut at the skilled fingers massaging his clit with an unwavering devotion. he babbles and whines, still unable to form any coherent words, eyes rolling back from the intense stimulation. when jeongguk's cock enters again, curving against his cervix with a mind-blowing amount of power, he squeals, muscles tensing. his walls clench around him maddeningly tight in response and jeongguk grunts, slapping over jimin’s tiny clit in a fiery succession.

“say it," jeongguk roars, "say you love my cock.”

he jolts from the searing slaps, pain pulsing through his achy cunt. he wants to come. his little pussy leaks another wave of slick, further soaking jeongguk’s cock and staining the bedsheets below.

“a-ah, i love — love your c-cock, please,” jimin slurs, guiding jeongguk’s hand toward his throbbing clit.

he smirks, smug at jimin’s desperation, and uses two fingers to circle his clit with renewed vigor. he remains his brutal pace, fucking in faster and faster as he feels jimin’s muscles lock up and thighs tremble where they're wrapped around his torso.

“‘m gonna come!” jimin moans, spine arching as his body twitches and his pussy pulsates through his orgasm, squirting as he’s squeezing around jeongguk’s cock, his slick soaking and splattering over jeongguk’s abs, cock, and the sheets below them.

hot bliss courses through jimin’s veins, body rearing and shaking through his orgasm as jeongguk continues to work his clit into his oversensitivity. trembling, jimin pulls jeongguk’s hand away from his cunt. he can't take any more.

jeongguk leans back, both hands cupping jimin’s breasts and fucks into his sopping wet heat, his own orgasm approaching full speed. limp beneath him, jimin lays, spent. he grunts as the heat in his belly snaps, cock pumping its thick load into jimin’s pussy, so much so it gushes from his hole and spurts around his length as he rides out the rest of his high in jimin’s satin-slick heat.

jimin winces as jeongguk pulls out and collapses on top of him. his cunt oozes with a stream of his own slick and jeongguk’s come. he can’t muster the energy to feel guilty anymore. the intense orgasms have taken over his mind and left him with nothing else.

jeongguk pecks his pillow-soft lips, brushing his sweaty blond hair from his forehead. jimin blinks at him, eyelids heavy and muscles fatigued from being fucked within an inch of his life.

“mine.” jeongguk whispers.

“yours.” jimin answers.

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📌Jikook idea

📌 Will you still love me?

tw // Violence ⚠️⚠️

I keep thinking about a bar owner JK who owns his father’s run down, dingy bar in a shady part of the town. JK also does some questionable odd jobs to make the ends meet and keep the bar afloat.

JM, is sort of a regular at the bar. Sometimes he comes to the bar with people, at other times, alone. The people he comes with are like JKs other major clientele, common thugs. The Kkangpe. But JM is different from common street thugs. JK can see JM is somehow above them in the way they try to flatter him or lick his boots, eager to get his approval. JM never never looks once in JKs direction then.

But then there are times when he comes alone. Once every week. He comes with a bodyguard who waits quietly on another table. JK knows there are more outside the bar. He suspects the guard inside is to take him home when he inevitably passes out after drinking too much. But alone, JM doesn’t just drink, he stares. He stares at JK throughout the night. As if he is drinking him in, not the whiskey. It should make anyone uncomfortable but JK is a bit of an oddball. He finds it thrilling. He can feel the smoldering gaze on his back when he turns away, on his eyes, cheeks and…lips. JK doesn’t admit to it but he wants JM to say something. Anything.

When he doesn’t after weeks and months of silent staring, JK decides to take the matter in his own hands. He approaches JM while he is still sober. JM notices and immediately leaves, baffling JK. He doesn’t return next week. Or the next week.

When JK sulks, YG, his coworker notices and cautions him, “He is not a common goon, JK. He is Jopog. Stay away from him. Word is he is not right in his head.”

JK nods and he knows forgetting about JM is the right thing to do. He doesn’t need to get into anymore trouble with the mafia than he already has. A job gone wrong puts JK in a perilous position with a gangboss. He loses an important package in an intercepted courier run and the gangboss now wants him to pay for his loss. But JK is broke. His bar barely breaks even. He is distracted by self-preservation for a few days.

Then one day, JM shows up again, alone, lonely. No bodyguard accompanies him on that day. He goes through his usual routine and JK tries to ignore him as much as he can. He is mad at him for not showing up. He is also mindful of YGs warning.

But mostly he is just relieved and doesn’t want to scare JM away this time. So he keeps his distance. Just watches him drink and descend into his alcoholic stupor. When it’s time to close the bar, JK has no choice but to go and wake JM because no one was with him that day.

But as he is approaching him, people from a gang he owes money to come to collect the debt. JK has no money and the time given to him to manage that money has expired. He harasses JK and JM doesnt look up even once. But then he hits him—once, twice. The third blow doesn’t land on JKs face. The hand that had delivered the previous two punches is held back by a solid grip. JM is here. Despite being intoxicated, he moves with the agility of a cheetah and in the next second he has the hand of JKs aggressor twisted behind him and a gun to his head.

He smirks like and his eyes are cruel. Like he is imagining doing horrible things to the man. JKs vision blurs and his fear mutates into horror before he is able to gather himself and stammer through begging JM, “H-Hyung-nim p-please l-let him go. He’s not worth it. I’m not worth it.” So he is infatuated with a jopog boss and is somewhat of a crook himself, he neither wants to see blood spilt in his name nor wants any trouble at his bar. “H-hyung-nim please.” He grovels. JM frowns at him before tilting his head to the side, like studying him. Then he barks out a delirious laughter as he shoves his gun harder against JKs attacker’s temple making the man shake in fright.

“The twist of fate..” JM speaks to the man in a voice so low it’s almost sinister. “You came for him, I came for you” he singsongs. “And now, he is the only one who can save you from me.”

The man whimpers in fear and pleads him to let him go. But JM ignores him as his manic eyes now scan JK.

“You want me to let him go?” He sounds angry and JK takes a second to realise that he is talking to him. For the first time ever.

“He touched you.” JM snarls and Jks blood curdles in his veins.

He doesn’t know how but in the next moment he is saying “I-I’m sorry. Please just let him go.” JK isn’t sure why he is apologising but at this point he is ready to do anything to keep JM from pulling the trigger.

“It’s not your fault.” JM grits his teeth and jostles the man in a rough chokehold. As he sputters and coughs, JM leans into his ear and whispers “Don’t touch what’s mine.” JK would’ve felt a different emotion altogether if he wasn’t so scared that the man could choke to death. He’d be dead on the floor of his bar even without a single gunshot flying. Horrified, he pleads again, “Hyung-nim, it’s not worth it. He’s trash. I’m trash. Please let him go. Please.”

JMs eyes twinkle with something that both terrified and excited JK in equal parts.

“I’ll let him go if you call me hyung. He’ll die but not today if you just call me hyung.” His speech slurs but grip on the gasping man tightens like a noose around the neck of a hanging man. The man starts sputtering and gagging and JK implores, “Hyung-nim, I-I’ll do whatever…” He hopes it’s enough to pacify JM. But JM shakes his head obstinately. “Hyung…call me hyung.” He sounds…sad?

As soon as JK realises what JM is asking for, he takes a deep breath and carefully approaches him with his hands outstretched. “Please let him go, JM…hyung,” he carefully enunciates and then waits. JM suddenly loosens his hold on JKs attacker before he wiggles out and runs for his life. JM and JK stare at each other till JK tries to take a step forward. That’s when JM pulls his phone out to call someone and walks out of the bar. He leaves JK standing in the middle of the bar—confused and hurt?

Glossary:

Kkangpe: Street thugs

Jopog: Organised Mob

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[gimmethatagustd]

take what's yours | pjm + jjk

To secure his rightful place as next in line to the throne, Jimin must marry the neighboring kingdom's youngest heir, Jungkook. Jimin is prepared for his kingdom's invasive marriage traditions, including the need to prove that the marriage has been consummated. Unfortunately, Jungkook is not.

○ Pairing: Prince!Jimin x Prince!Jungkook

○ Rating: Explicit/18+

○ Genre: Pistilverse, royalty, arranged marriage, strangers to lovers, vaguely historical, angst, smut, (fluff?)

○ 5 / 100 Drabble Challenge (Pistilverse)

○ Word Count: 3,660

○ Warnings: This is literally just emotional smut, Stamen!Jimin x Pistil!Jungkook, it's like fuck or die but instead of death they'd both be exiled from their communities RIP, loss of virginity, anal fingering, anal sex, crying during sex, it's actually very soft

○ Notes: Hello I'm back again with more Pistilverse 😌 and a drabble that's too long, of course. This is my brand atp. As usual, I added a glossary to the end of this post for those of you who are unfamiliar with the concept~

○ Post Date: January 18, 2024

○ Masterlist | Send me ur thots

○ What was Jai listening to? DIE 4 YOU - DEAN

Jungkook runs his fingertips along the edge of the mahogany desk in Jimin’s chambers, opposite the large bed where Jungkook’s night dressings lie out for him. The clothes are made of sheer white lace like a fisherman’s net meant to snatch him and string him up on a line to be picked at. He took one look at them and was overcome with a panic so severe that he felt as though he couldn’t breathe.

The thick leather-bound books and messy parchment scattered across Jimin’s mahogany desk call to Jungkook, though even the friendly book spines and elegant ink scrawls pierce Jungkook’s heaving lungs.

A marriage of alliance.

The words stare at him, inked in his father’s handwriting many moons ago, in a letter addressed to the king whose land meets the sea and whose stamen son was said to be more beautiful than anyone in the seven kingdoms combined.

They were right, the rumors.

Not once has Jungkook dared look Jimin in the eyes, too consumed with embarrassment and fear. If asked, the poor prince wouldn’t be able to recount a single detail of his wedding ceremony other than the little pieces of gold that adorned his and Jimin’s shoes, for his eyes never lifted from the floor all day.

“Prince Jungkook,” a voice calls from the bedroom’s entrance.

Snatching his hand back, Jungkook spins around to meet the stern gaze of a stamen guard, one of many he has seen stationed around the palace. This one is different than the guards who escorted Jungkook to Jimin’s bedroom after the last wedding guest left for the night. 

Jungkook’s stomach rumbles as if reminding him that he should regret not eating during the reception. Nerves still twist Jungkook’s insides too tightly to force food into his system.

“Yes?” Jungkook asks, hardly able to raise his voice above a whisper.

“You must be examined for marks before changing for our Highness.” As he speaks, there’s a mean shine to the guard’s eyes, something dark that makes fear unfurl in Jungkook’s chest.

“I have already done the examination,” Jungkook explains. He shuffles backward, taking small half-steps that he hopes aren’t noticeable to the guard. “It was part of the marriage stipulations, that I arrive to the Prince unblemished. And I have.”

“That examination occurred many days ago.”

Jungkook can’t hold back the look of disgust that muddles his soft features. “Are you insinuating that I would… defile myself mere days before I am to be wed?”

Anger flashes across the previously stoic guard’s face. As Jungkook’s waist hits the desk, preventing him from moving any further from the guard, he wonders if it’s appropriate for the guard to speak to his new prince or if this kingdom’s people genuinely hate him as much as he feared they would.

“You mountain dwellers are not known for your honesty,” the guard sneers. He steps toward Jungkook, posed to grab him when the bedroom’s double doors fling out.

Even in his night clothes, Prince Jimin is ethereal. Fire dances in his eyes from the many candles decorating the room, casting shadows on the downturn of his mouth. His white robe flutters behind him as he advances on the guard like one of God’s angels on the Day of Reckoning.

Something is terrifying about an unarmed man willing to move aggressively toward one who has a sword hanging on his hip. Does Jimin own a sword? Jungkook assumes so as a prince. Then again, Jungkook was never taught to use one himself.

“Sochun,” Jimin crowds the guard, his jaw pulled taunt and sharp enough to cut, “Get out of my sight before I have you stripped before the court.”

Jungkook watches with his trembling hands clasped behind his back as the stamen guard rolls his shoulders. Sochun steps into the hall with the little dignity he has left, slamming it shut behind him. Jungkook doesn’t exhale until Jimin bolts the doors.

Instinctually, Jungkook flinches when Jimin turns toward him.

“Did he touch you?” Jimin asks softly, the anger in his face settling into something gentler. If Jungkook were naive, he would think Jimin cared.

“No.”

“Good,” Jimin nods, his gaze never leaving Jungkook’s face despite Jungkook’s wish that he would look away. “If anyone ever touches you, you must tell me. Immediately.”

Jungkook takes a deep breath and whispers, “Yes, Prince Jimin.”

“Please, no need for titles. We are wed, Jungkook. It is silly to use such words in the privacy of our bedroom.”

We.

Our.

Jungkook doesn’t want to be a we or an our with Jimin.

Leaning against the desk, Jungkook isn’t sure how to respond. He supposes there’s nothing to respond to; he has no say in this. His father made that abundantly clear, as did the rest of the sea kingdom’s court. It will be long before Jungkook becomes accustomed to the contempt in the King’s eyes when he looks at him.

Jungkook may have been used for an alliance that promises his safety, but it certainly doesn’t promise kindness.

“You haven’t changed.” Jimin holds the silk pajamas. He lets the fabric slip through his fingers, gliding between his hands like water. “You must be uncomfortable in those ceremonial clothes.”

It’s true; the robes are uncomfortable. The fabric is heavy and scratchy. Since the wedding was abrupt, the seamstresses didn’t have time to tailor the clothing to Jungkook’s body appropriately. It sits on his shoulders oddly and makes him feel smaller than he is.

But taking them off would mean accepting the inevitable, and Jungkook isn’t ready.

“I'll turn around?” A small smile curves Jimin’s plump lips. Jungkook only has a moment to appreciate the playful look before Jimin spins around to face the opposite side of the room.

For a moment, Jungkook doesn’t move. Jimin must know because he chuckles lightly and taps his fingers against his thighs.

“I swear I will not peek, Jungkook-ah.”

Quickly, Jungkook snatches the clothing from the bed and works on undoing the ridiculous number of buttons and little clasps keeping his ceremonial clothing together. A little voice inside his head reminds him that it doesn’t matter if Jimin peeks; Jungkook is putting these clothes on only for Jimin to remove them whenever he pleases. And then, once they have consummated their marriage, Jungkook will have to show the royal court Jimin’s flower adorning his body.

It upsets Jungkook, knowing something so personal will be taken from him and made public — not to mention how embarrassing it will be for everyone to know that they had sex.

“I’m done,” Jungkook states simply once his ceremonial clothing is folded and placed atop the trunk in the corner of the room. He hasn’t had the chance to unpack. It feels strange to think that his personal items must be placed amongst those of a stranger.

Jimin’s dark eyes sweep over Jungkook’s body much like the guard’s had, but his gaze isn’t as intimidating as Jungkook once thought. Jimin has kind eyes like he’s appraising Jungkook to make sure he’s comfortable, rather than ogle his body — even though he could. 

Without needing to see a reflection of himself, Jungkook knows he looks good, the sheer material leaving little to the imagination while cloaking him in something soft and alluring. A mystery within arm’s reach.

“May I help you remove your jewelry? It’ll get in the way, and you’ll want to keep it nice,” Jimin offers.

Turning around, Jungkook stands rigid at the end of the bed as Jimin approaches him from behind.

“I wish you to know that I am sorry,” Jimin’s breath tickles the back of Jungkook’s neck just like his fingers do as he unclasps the gold necklace. “It may seem as though none of this bothers me, but I have spent my entire life preparing for this day. You… you have not, and for that, I am sorry.”

“You frighten me,” Jungkook whispers once Jimin has stepped back, putting distance between them again.

“I know.”

“I’ve never done this before.”

Jimin knows this; they all know this. If Jungkook wasn’t a virgin, the flowers of the stamens he’d slept with would be scattered across the beautiful marking of tree branches that creep up his spine like a snake with dozens of heads. But Jungkook is a virgin pistil, so his tree is barren, unmarked, and unblemished. Fit for the grand prince, the heir to the throne, who deserves nothing less than an innocent virgin.

“I have,” Jimin admits freely. He sits on the edge of the bed. Jungkook tries not to look at the thick thighs revealed when his silk shorts ride up. “Are you disappointed?”

Is there a correct answer? Jungkook isn’t sure. He frowns and stares down at the fluffy blanket tucked around the mattress.

“There are other pistils with the Prince’s flower adorning their bodies?” The question is polite but judgmental.

Rather than be upset, Jimin tosses his head back with laughter. It’s giddy, almost giggly, and nothing like the harsh prince Jungkook was taught to assume Jimin was.

“I have enjoyed time with other stamens,” Jimin explains with an amused smile. He leans back on his palms so he can look up at Jungkook. “Thus, no gold roses to worry about leaving behind.”

Despite himself, Jungkook looks over Jimin’s body, suddenly wondering where his pretty flower marking may be. Perhaps the gold rose is on his ribs or his chest? Jungkook’s gaze drops lower, and he lets himself wonder if it’s on the soft inside of his thigh.

“Are you curious?”

Blushing, Jungkook looks away. “I suppose there is no use in being curious if I’m to find out…”

Taking Jungkook’s hand, Jimin gently coaxes him to stand between Jimin's knees at the edge of the bed. Everything about Jimin is gentle, even when his tone is painted with playfulness, and his eyes sparkle with mischief. Jungkook finds those qualities comforting and must remind himself that Jimin has no say in this, either. They are both bound to each other by force. 

Jimin could be rough with him and demand that Jungkook submit to his will because this is his kingdom, and Jungkook is merely a pawn in a twisted political game. Instead, Jimin touches Jungkook kindly. He runs his fingers along Jungkook’s jaw and tickles the underside of his chin until Jungkook has to duck his head in embarrassment.

“I want this to be enjoyable for you, as much as it can be,” Jimin lifts Jungkook’s chin so they can stare into each other’s eyes again. “And after tonight, if you wish to never speak to me again, I will respect that. I can get you your own wing of the palace and your own servants. Whatever it is that you desire, I will make it happen for you, okay?”

Such thoughtfulness is nearly too much for Jungkook to comprehend. How is it possible for Jimin to be this kind? Should Jungkook even trust him?

Breath caught in his throat, Jungkook only nods. Despite how quiet Jungkook is, Jimin seems to understand him. He gives Jungkook a small smile and hesitantly places his hands on Jungkook’s waist.

“Would you feel more comfortable if you kept your robe on?”

Jungkook hadn’t thought much about this moment, too afraid of giving himself to a stranger to want to consider what it would be like.

“I don’t know what I like. I won’t do well,” Jungkook admits, shame burning his cheeks. He was required to keep himself pure, but knowing Jimin has experience makes Jungkook feel inadequate.

“I will guide you.” Jimin squeezes Jungkook’s waist and pulls him closer. He tilts his head back to look up at him. “You are gorgeous, Jungkook-ah. You’re already more pleasing to me than you can imagine.”

“Oh, well…” The look in his eyes makes Jungkook’s stomach flip. “Okay.”

With a light chuckle, Jimin reaches up to run his thumb along Jungkook’s bottom lip. He hums in satisfaction when Jungkook licks his lips after, the tip of his tongue brushing against Jimin’s thumb.

“Have you been kissed, Jungkook-ah?”

Jungkook shakes his head.

“Will you sit with me so I may kiss you?”

With butterflies in his stomach and a heart on the verge of cardiac arrest, Jungkook slowly gets on the bed with his legs crossed to face Jimin. He always imagined his first kiss would be sweet and soft, something innocent with someone he loves and who loves him. Most of those things aren’t true now, but there’s no denying that Jimin is soft as he cradles Jungkook’s face and presses his lips to Jungkook’s.

What is a chaste kiss quickly deepens and becomes more passionate, Jimin showing Jungkook how to suck and bite bottom lips and wrestle tongues. 

Jungkook feels heat spread through his limbs. He grabs Jimin’s robe and squeezes the fabric in his fist to steady himself when he begins to tremble.

“Are you alright?” Jimin asks against Jungkook’s lips.

“Can’t breathe,” Jungkook gasps as Jimin slowly guides him flat on his back.

He sinks into the fluffy blanket and stares wide-eyed at Jimin, who hovers over him, his legs spreading Jungkook’s thighs open and his hands pressed on either side of Jungkook’s head.

Jimin runs his fingers down Jungkook’s torso, flicking the folds of his robe to the side to expose the smooth skin underneath. The tips of tree branches creep around Jungkook’s sides, and Jimin’s hand slips beneath his robe to trace what part of his tree he can see. The light touches make Jungkook suck his stomach in as he tries not to squirm.

“You’re very pretty.”

People have told Jungkook this before, but it feels different coming from Jimin. Perhaps it’s because Jimin is commenting on his naked body, not just his face or how stylish he looks in fine clothes.

“Thank you,” is what Jungkook assumes is the proper response. It makes Jimin laugh, though he doesn’t know why.

“Can I touch you, here?” Jimin’s fingers play at Jungkook’s hipbone.

Too embarrassed to look down where he’s already half-hard just from a bit of kissing, Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut and consents with a whimpery whisper.

“This part of you is pretty, too.” Jimin’s voice deepens, sounding rougher than it had. Jungkook feels his cock twitch in his hand when Jimin squeezes it, swiping his thumb along the head to smear the wetness there.

This time, Jungkook can’t thank him. He’s too overwhelmed by the pleasure of having someone else touch him where even Jungkook rarely touches.

“I’m going to get lubricant, okay?”

A gentle kiss on Jungkook’s abdomen makes his eyes fly open. When they adjust to the dim lighting, he sees Jimin reach for an ornate bottle on a shelf near the bed. He has shed his silk shorts and robe and is now fully naked. It makes Jungkook’s cheeks heat up to compare Jimin’s nakedness to the half-dressed state Jungkook is in.

Now that Jungkook can look at Jimin properly, he notices the cluster of gold roses decorating Jimin’s ribs on his right side. They're a delicate contrast to the dark tattoos scattered all over Jimin’s body, most words in the language of his people— one Jungkook is unfamiliar with. The gold roses are pretty, and Jungkook finds a tiny part of himself giddy at the knowledge that he’ll soon have those gold roses on his body, too.

“Do you like them?” Jimin asks with a cheeky grin, having noticed Jungkook staring.

Unable to lie, Jungkook merely nods.

“They’re pretty.”

Jungkook’s heart feels like it will break his ribs as Jimin returns to kneel between his legs. A virgin, yes, but Jungkook knows what the lubricant is for.

“Talk to me, Jungkook-ah. Tell me what you’re thinking,” Jimin asks with a firm hand slipped under the small of Jungkook’s back to lift his hips. 

Jungkook lets him slide a small pillow beneath him and realizes he’s likely making this difficult for Jimin if he’s not actively participating in what they’re about to do.

“I’m nervous,” Jungkook admits, searching for the words to explain how he feels while Jimin pours the lubricant on his fingers. “And I don’t know what to do. I want to do well, but I don’t… I don’t know.”

Holding the back of Jungkook’s thigh, Jimin pushes one of his legs up slightly, giving him more room to reach between his thighs.

“You don’t need to do anything,” Jimin says softly as he rubs Jungkook’s rim. When Jungkook jerks away, Jimin waits a moment before touching him again, slower this time. “I’ll take care of you.”

“Ookay,” Jungkook lets out a deep sigh when Jimin presses his finger past his rim.

It feels strange but not terrible. Jungkook finds it easy to relax his body as Jimin adds a second finger, and then a third, because he has been given permission to not worry about performing well or pleasing Jimin. It seems that Jimin is perfectly fine working his fingers inside Jungkook, massaging his walls and finding a spot where he rubs until Jungkook’s leg kicks uncontrollably, and Jungkook feels like he may die.

“Tell me if it hurts,” Jimin whispers against Jungkook’s throat as he trails kisses down his torso to distract from the press of his cock against his rim once Jungkook is stretched enough.

Jungkook thought it would be unbearable, but Jimin’s kindness makes up for the momentary pain. He wraps his arms around Jimin’s shoulders when Jimin leans down to kiss him. The fit is tight; Jimin is only halfway in, and Jungkook already struggles not to tense his body.

“You were so worried, my prince, but you’re doing well,” Jimin sucks a little mark at the corner of Jungkook’s jaw and doesn’t complain when Jungkook digs his nails into his back. “Just a little more.”

When Jimin bottoms out, Jungkook locks his legs around his hips to keep him in place. The feeling is almost too much, too full and foreign.

“Can you wait, please?” Jungkook’s voice cracks as fat tears slip down his rosy cheeks. 

He does his best not to hiccup or heave into Jimin’s neck, just keeps his eyes squeezed shut and pants with a stuffy nose and a headache blooming in the middle of his forehead. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. Jungkook was supposed to fall in love.

“Jungkook-ah,” Jimin calls to him. He swipes his thumbs across Jungkook’s cheeks, wiping away his tears as best he can. “Have I hurt you?”

“No, it feels good. That’s not,” Jungkook pauses as a sob rips through him, “That’s not why I’m crying. I just, I didn’t think this would happen to me like this.”

“Oh, baby,” Jimin wraps his arms around Jungkook and holds him tightly against his body. The movement makes his cock press against Jungkook’s prostate, and Jungkook moans through his tears, which makes him cry even more.

“I’m sorry I’m crying,” he sniffles once his body feels as though it’s run out. “It isn’t your fault. If anything, I am thankful it was you. Others wouldn’t be so kind to me. I don’t understand why you are so kind.”

With a long sigh, Jimin nuzzles his face into the crook of Jungkook’s neck. They both smell of sweat and sex, but it’s comforting to have Jimin close, a warm, solid body to hold onto.

“You deserve kindness, Jungkook. It is the very least I can provide you.”

Jungkook knows Jimin is right, but he can’t sort through the feelings turning his brain to soup and making his heart flutter somewhere in his stomach. He and Jimin are both victims of royal duty.

“Thank you,” Jungkook says softly, turning his head to kiss Jimin’s temple.

“You do not need to thank me, my prince.” As simple as it is, the little nickname makes Jungkook feel warm. “Would you like to stop and try again in the morning?”

Right. Because they must do this before the court calls for them.

Taking a deep breath, Jungkook relaxes his body until he’s no longer squeezing Jimin so tightly.

“We can keep going. It was nice.”

“Okay. If you want to stop, tell me. We can go at your pace.”

Giving Jungkook a light peck on the lips, Jimin rolls his hips. The thrusts are slow and shallow, with just enough movement to get both of them adequately aroused again and for Jungkook’s body to grow accustomed to the stretch.

There are no declarations of love or screams of pleasure. Perhaps one day, Jungkook thinks, as he watches how beautiful Jimin looks as he thrusts into him. It feels good; Jungkook’s moans and whimpers are evidence of that, but it’s still strange for him to be doing this for the first time with someone he doesn’t know.

“You feel good, my prince,” Jimin murmurs in Jungkook’s ear, sending shivers down Jungkook’s spine.

“Go harder,” Jungkook moans, his fingers finding Jimin’s hair to twist.

“Fuck.”

It doesn’t take long before Jungkook feels the build-up of pleasure ready to snap and spill over. Unlike anything he’s felt before, it builds from inside him, shooting sparks of pleasure through his cock and in the pit of his stomach. He cries out, unsure how to get where he needs to be.

“Jimin,” he whimpers, “Jimin, Jimin.”

“It’s okay,” Jimin reaches between their bodies to jerk Jungkook’s cock, “Just breathe.”

Jimin cums right before Jungkook does. Jungkook feels it, not only inside of him but across his back, as Jimin’s gold roses bloom on his barren branches. The thought crosses his mind that he’ll look pretty in the morning with the mark of a royal prince on his body, proof that he has Jimin to care for him.

And, perhaps, love him.

When they come down from their highs, with rosy cheeks and bitten lips, Jungkook watches Jimin prepare a damp cloth to clean him of lube and cum, and he thinks perhaps one day he could love Jimin, too. 

GLOSSARY OF TERMS

(Borrowed from here and revised to fit my fic)

Pistilverse AU - A South Korean fanfic trope wherein almost all humans experience an “awakening” during puberty that assigns them into one of two botanically-inspired groups: Pistils and Stamens. These groups are denoted by marks on the person’s body, similar to tattoos.

Pistil and Stamens - Pistils develop a mark of a barren tree that appears along their spine after their awakening, while stamens develop a flower somewhere on their body after their awakening.

Awakening - The moment a flower or tree appears on a person’s body, signifying their status as a pistil or stamen. You could look at it as a coming-of-age moment in a person’s life. These are typically painful for pistils. A pistil might experience more than one awakening if their tree becomes too full of flowers.

Marks/Marking - When a pistil sleeps with a stamen, the stamen’s flower blooms on the pistil’s tree branches. The number of flowers a pistil has is proportional to that of the stamens they had sex with. In this fic, pistils with many flowers are considered promiscuous and experience slut shaming based on religion.

Marked - The term used to describe a pistil who has received a stamen’s flower on their body.

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[jmvore]

Say Yes (2) | pjm + jjk

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[01:24pm] "I miss her..." Jungkook sighs dreamily. It's their free period and what better way to spend it than watching you go about your day? You have watched them sit at your desk to grade papers, talk with other students, or just stroll around campus.

Right now, they're watching you walk down the entrance hall with one of their other professors. Professor Kim Namjoon. They know you're most likely discussing lesson plans but they can't help but feel a pang of envy when they see you with someone that isn't them.

"She's avoiding us."

Jimin stares at you until you make eye contact. Your chest rises slightly before falling, and they know you haven't forgotten what happened the last time you three were in a room together.

"She's just being shy, Hyung..." Jungkook counters but Jimin simply hums at the younger's naivety. It's cute.

You swiftly bow to excuse yourself when one of your students, Yeonjun, stops you from leaving. Jimin can see your smile is strained. He knows you know he's watching you. You leave without looking back. Jimin's gaze follows you until you are out of sight. You take a few deep breaths to regain your composure.

"Fucking Teacher's Pet..." Jimin rolls his eyes but he can't help the irritation that's bubbling up inside of him. And as you walk away with Yeonjun following close behind, it takes everything in Jimin to look away. He takes deep, sharp breaths to push that ugly green monster down.

Though, the more Jimin thinks about it, the more he notices a pattern.

Every time they see you, you're with a student or teacher. At this point, they know you're doing it intentionally. They can't blame you. In light of what happened last time, you can never be too careful. Being alone with them is something you tried to avoid. Even inside your classroom. They know this. They love watching you struggle to remain professional in their presence while their seated at their desk.

Watching.

Waiting.

You can sense the tension rising with every passing day. They know you wouldn't go to the dean for the simple fact, you don't want any of this getting out. You don't want to lose our job either.

Even though it would make it much easier for them.

"How do we get her to see us again?"

"We have to wait."

Jungkook frowns at his words. He doesn't want to wait. If he could, he would whisk you away from everything and everyone. Keep you locked away, not only for his benefit but for your safety. Jungkook knows he can't rush things. He knows he needs to give you time and space to come to terms with the situation.

But... It's hard to do that with you flaunting your curves all over campus.

They also know they can't give you too much space or you'll think they've given up on you. Which is far from the case.

Jimin hearts plummets to the floor when he realizes who you're with now. His nose twitching with irritation.

"She's with him. Again."

Jimin's expression shifted from one of contentment to one of resentment when he noticed you speaking with Professor Kim Seokjin, your spouse. His grumbling betrayed his growing frustration, his inability to tear his gaze away from the couple whose joy seemed to be exclusive.

He sighed and glances away, forlorn as he pulls out his phone to type out a message to send you.

[01:46pm] Jimin: Meet us in your office, love.

Jimin adds the pet name for shits and giggles, knowing how you feel about them when Seokjin says them to you. They watch you when you make eye contact with Jimin as he smirks. He sees you shutter before frowning at your watch.

"Hyung..." Jungkook whines, catching Jimin's attention. He can't lie, he misses you too. He can't tell you how many times he replayed that video for his viewing pleasure. He's been content with it but he'll want the real thing very soon.

You lean up to kiss your husband's cheek. Jungkook and Jimin faces twist in disgust when you mouthed the words 'I love you' to him.

Pretty soon, you'll be theirs and you’ll be saying that to them. They’ll make sure of it.

"C'mon." Jimin tugs on Jungkook's jacket as he watches you walk back toward your office. You're picking your nails. They know you're nervous.

"Where are we going, hyung?"

"To her office."

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[chimchimmarie]

HE’S LEAVING ME

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Breakup Angst

Word Count: 650+

Summary: Your world ends at the hands of the man you love. The man who brought you back to life, only to kill every bit of you in the end.

AN: Jimin just enlisted today and I don’t know how to cope. This is me breaking. I listened to Eric Nam’s “Lose You” as I wrote this. I am not a professional writer. I’m sorry for any errors. The Photos are not mine. CTTO.

It took me a day to acknowledge that I am not okay. That my world is slowly crumbling down before my very eyes and that there’s nothing I can do to reverse it. To stop it. To fix it. Time has totally run out on me. It took one sleepless night before I finally snapped out of the numbing trance, which now tastes like fresh panic at the tip of my tongue.

Jimin is leaving me.

He is ending the only good thing I have ever had in this life.

He is ending us, and practically ending me— killing every living, hoping, and loving part of me.

Five years worth of memories flash before my eyes. I feel like there’s no amount of tears that could wash away this excruciating pain he has left me. My breath leaves me over and over again as I tear through every flashback, every fleeting moment, and every echo of him.

I can’t breathe. It’s too late to undo this hurt. I am not even sure I understand how we ended up here— hating each other, breaking each other, hurting each other.

“Did you even love me?”

My voice breaks as I chase after him. He stops just right before the bedroom door. But he doesn’t turn around to face me.

“Did you even love me!!??”

I scream until my lungs give out and my frantic voice shatters the stillness in the room.

“Answer me you f—cking asshole!!!”

My own outburst shocks me and I regret it as soon as I had said it. But it’s too late for that now. My hands are cold and shaking, tears flowing like rapids and it tunnels my vision.

My breaths are labored as I wait for him to say something.

Anything.

He turns around and looks straight at me. And I don’t recognize the man in front of me anymore. There’s a look on his face that I can’t place.

Is it regret, hurt, resentment? I don’t know anymore. He’s not the same guy I fell in love with five years ago. And as soon as it hit me, I break even more.

I break the eye contact and fall to my knees. It’s too painful to even look at him now. So I stare at the hardwood floor.

Something in me bursts with the realization that this is it. The end of everything I’ve worked hard to build. The love I sincerely believed to be the one to save me.

I break, and the sound I make as I cry my soul out scares me. It wrecks me.

“Stand up. Stop it. Don’t do this.”

His voice is void of emotion. He sounds nothing like the man who had held my heart in his hands from day one. Trusting him with every piece of it, but only to crush it five years later.

My mind is chaos. I struggle to understand when exactly did I start losing him. It might have been months or years prior. I feel like I have been blindsided. I’ve been hit hard without knowing what hit me. We’re both in the same room. And I have been staring at perfection up until this point. But he’s now about to wreck it.

He starts to say more but I’m already starting to crawl into myself. I feel myself let the pain rush into every space in me that’s left until everything turns numb, and the image of Jimin is nothing but a speck in the hollow of my mind.

I let him kill everything that is me.

I let go. I give up. I stop fighting for the man I still love. The man I lost somewhere down the line.

There was nothing left to fight for, so I let him leave.

And as I hear the door close after him, I feel every part of me really start to die.

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[cypherpt2supremacy]

So jikook drabble based on this????

Thank you so much for this request, babes. Enjoyed writing it!

Jimin hasn’t set eyes on Jungkook since the night of their wedding reception. The younger chaebol could hardly wait to make his escape from the brand-new luxurious penthouse that was gifted to them by Jimin’s father. When they had gotten back to the penthouse, dressed in stunning suits, they had barely exchanged a word.

There had been a lot Jimin wanted to get off his chest but he had instead swallowed every single word. He’d perched on the edge of the bed, and watched as Jungkook opened a suitcase and filled it up with all the new clothes that had come with the penthouse.

“Where will you go from here?” Jimin had asked, picking at his nails.

There was something about looking at Jungkook at the moment that proved overwhelming. He could feel his throat closing up, and there was no way he was going to let himself shed a single tear in front of the younger.

“I’ll be staying with a friend until I sort myself out.” Jungkook hadn’t thrown a glance his way either.

But then Jungkook rarely looked at Jimin at all. The elder was used to it. The pain of it wasn’t something that clawed at his insides. It was more of an echo that lingered and haunted him long after Jungkook was gone.

“I could return to my apartment,” Jimin suggested airily. “You could stay here instead. And I could just pretend to live here. Our fathers won’t be happy to learn we aren’t co-habiting so soon after the wedding.”

“Yeah, they can go fuck themselves,” Jungkook said, tone dripping with vitriol. “I did what they wanted. Married you. Now they can get off my dick. I don’t owe them a single thing.”

Again, Jimin swallowed all the words clawing at his throat.

“Very well, then. I will cover for both of us as best as I can.”

“Yeah, it’s what you’ve done best so, I trust you’d do a good job this time.”

As Jungkook stood in the hallway, his suitcase at his feet, he turned around and looked at Jimin, really looked at him. Jimin can’t remember the last time Jungkook looked at him. And he was struck then by how pretty Jungkook looked. Jimin was shocked to discover he forgot sometimes.

But right now, dressed all in black, with his hair styled back from his face, shirt open and silver chain glinting, he was the man of Jimin’s dreams.

The boy he has been in love with since he was ten.

All grown.

“They gifted us this camera today,” Jimin said softly, holding it up. “Can I take a picture of you?”

“Knock yourself out.”

Jimin hurried and snapped one before Jungkook changed his mind.

***

For the next one month, Jimin spent his nights after work, curled up in his sofa, drinking red wine and staring at the picture of his estranged husband that he’d snapped on their wedding night.

He wasn’t sure how to describe what was going on. He couldn’t say it was a healthy coping mechanism. It was definitely a hyperfixation, a degree of delusion and escapism. He wanted to believe that the Jungkook who’d stared at the camera loved him back just as much, didn’t marry him out of obligation and would return to him any day now.

Could be any day.

***

Jimin didn’t see Jungkook again until a year later. In the meantime, Jungkook had asked his permission to discreetly date around. Jimin had granted it, and he had lived in constant fear Jungkook would call one day and ask for a divorce.

But that call never came.

Jungkook did walk through his door, one day, however.

He returned, empty-handed, but there was a certain look in his eyes. A look Jimin knew so well but hasn’t seen on Jungkook since he was eight.

That little boy always looked at Jimin as though he was in awe of his existence, he looked at Jimin as though he hung the moon and stars and he trailed after him everywhere. He was Jimin’s shadow, and also his greatest joy.

“Jimin hyung,” Jungkook said, gaze earnest, tone as soft as the sea breeze on a Busan beach.

Jungkook hasn’t used the honorific since he was eight. Jimin felt his heart cave in on itself and then he was running towards him. He opened his arms and Jungkook collapsed in his hold, sobbing into his neck as though his entire world had come crumbling down.

“It’s okay,” Jimin said, running soothing hands down his back. “It’s fine. Hyung is here. Kook, I’m not going anywhere. Ever.”

It took sometime but Jungkook did calm down. When he finally untangled himself from Jimin’s embrace, he said the words that Jimin has been yearning to hear his whole life, “I’m ready to talk.”

Jimin nodded and led him over to the sofa. As Jungkook sat down, his gaze fell on his polaroid picture that Jimin had taken on their wedding night a year ago and a half empty bottle of red wine.

He didn’t ask Jimin about it and the elder couldn’t have been more grateful.

#jikook #jikook fics #drabble #im open for drabble requests by the way #joo writing this was like 🤕 #angst

[blank-et-noir]

Some-bunny to Love: Part 1

Drabble: inspired by Lick Me, Like Me Pairing: Vminkook x reader Owner! Jimin x Dog hybrid! Jungkook x Cat hybrid! Taehyung x Bunny hybrid! Reader

Jimin has been the owner of cat and dog hybrids, Taehyung and Jungkook for about 5 years now.

At first he didn't know that he was adopting hybrids. Too excited to finally have some company in his home, he didn't realize that he entered a hybrid shelter.

The clerk didn't even bother to clarify to Jimin that he was adopting hybrids since this was very clearly stated in the name of the shop.

It seemed like it wouldn't matter anyway since Jimin seemed invested in the two already. It was also a feat that the human got both the dog and cat hybrid were interested in the same person. 

Usually it'd be one or the other interested in the human. And since either hybrid refuse to leave each other they haven’t been adopted for a long time.

Jimin learned about the real them a week later. The hybrids were too shy to shift at first, insecure that their owner would not like their human forms that much. 

However, they couldn’t resist the itch of not shifting for long periods of time. Hybrids, after all, were still humans with the ability to shift as animals and not the other way around. Hence, it is healthier that they stay in their human forms longer than they did in their animal forms

They were just grateful that their human was patient enough not to rush them in shifting when actually Jimin didn’t know that he was supposed to expect them to shift.

Their first meeting as humans was chaotic. Jimin was obviously not prepared given that he thought he’d be taking care of animals only.  He was hesitant at first. After all, taking responsibility for two whole hybrids is far different from taking care of pets. 

He was also just started his career. The money used to pay the shelter fees actually coming from his first salary. (He might’ve starved himself a bit, but eh the loneliness bothered him more than hunger. He thought that it was about time he entered a diet anyway -- something his hybrids would vehemently disagree with later on.)

But he didn't have the heart to give them back. He grew fonder of the pair. And the first week with them was the happiest he's been for months now.

Eventually, he'd made the decision to keep them. It's not like an extra job would kill him. He's had less sleep when he was in college.

It was a struggle but he'd manage.

The hybrids were blissfully unaware for a couple of months until they realized how their owner was rarely at home and when he was, he's usually passed out on the couch due to exhaustion.

Of course, they couldn't let this happen to their owner! So they found their own part-time jobs just to pitch in a little in the household expenses. It wasn't hard anyway when their neighbor, who owns the cafe nearby saw the potential in their looks early on and actually kept begging them to work for the cafe. (Jimin once visited Jihyo's cafe with the hybrids and the girl noticed how her income during that day tripled due to the customers the hybrid pari was bringing in. Ever since then she was persistent in inviting the boys to work at the cafe every time she sees them -- which for Jungkook was literally everyday in the morning when he gets the mail.)

Anyway, skipping to the present. Somewhere along the way affections turned from platonic to romantic and the trio are now in a polyamorous relationship. Everyone is happy and there is no major hiccups until Taehyung comes across a shivering bunny on his way home.

Note: super random idea... might become an ask fic? idk or maybe just a series of drabbles :> just ask away and ill try to answer!

#drabble #vminkook x reader #jungkook x reader #jimin x reader #taehyung x reader #jungkook x jimin #jungkook x taehyung #taehyung x jimin #jikook #vkook #vmin #vminkook #hybrid au

[folkookie97]

hey guys what's up?

i'm here to let you all know my new and official tumblr username: say hi to folkookie97.

i was mirrorball1997 before and now I'm folkookie97 cuz i'm so obsessed with jk but i'm also a girl written by taylor swift.

my ao3 username was changed too!

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[inkedrkives]

🐥 baby can i pls be player one

🐰 no

#drabble #jikook #kookmin #jikookau #that's it that's the post #it was a random moment of creativity #they're so cute sigh

[chimivx]

astray. // jjk. pjm.

pairing: jungkook x jimin ( 90s!au )

summary: At just twenty four years old, Jeon Jungkook has the world at his feet. Frontman of the latest rock band to blaze their way across the country, he's living in the whirlwind of a daydream he once thought was unattainable. Perfectionism riddles his genius, and a tad pretentious, brain. Willing to do what it takes to uphold and protect the glamorous rockstar image, he thinks he's keeping it together, until an ethereal stranger outside of his sex, drugs and rock and roll circle leads him astray.

word count: 3.2k

warnings: mature themes surging in every sentence, MDNI 18+, mentions of drugs, sex, alcohol, strip clubs, jungkook doesnt like who he is - i need to add that here in case homophobia is triggering to anyone

a/n: hi :) this is only a little prologue type ditty. this idea jumped out at me and i couldn't let it go until i had it on paper. not sure where it'll end up. posting for myself really i guess, i love feeling inspired. thank you for being here! x

000. collusion

This wasn’t the first time he’s seen him.

This wasn’t the first time that his soft blond hair sucked Jungkook in, making the world stop for at least ten seconds.

It made him sick to his stomach, a pit sitting in the bottom of his gut for two weeks, one no amount of alcohol could get rid of. Nausea that now manifested as anger, an anger that Jungkook couldn’t figure out that radiated just beneath his skin.

Could’ve been the way the boy with the blond hair was unbothered as he weaved through the crowd that gathered around Jungkook's tour bus, not even taking a second to spare him a glance. How he acted like every New Yorker on the other side of the street, ignoring commotion.

He doesn’t remember him.

The unbothered boy doesn’t remember that just two weeks ago, on a freezing cold January night, his soft blond hair was brushing against Jungkook's neck while he worked his body to make a couple bucks. He doesn’t remember smoothing his smaller hands over Jungkook's rings, dragging his dainty fingers over the rockstars muscular arms that are littered in art, dancing them down the front of his body where they gripped his hips, grinding them into his own. His lips had ghosted the tattoo on his neck, being five inches shorter than Jungkook, putting him in perfect position to assault his bare skin with his warm breath that sent chills down his spine. 

Jungkook could piece together every second. It was the only night-off on tour he could remember. Though it was dark in that club, there was no forgetting that tiny frame and chiseled jaw that strategically, professionally, had Jungkook questioning everything.

A slender hand laced with Jungkooks, pulling him away from the bus and crowd of people shouting his name. The other three members of the band and their girlfriends hurried off and went upstairs, too busy laughing and chattering away to notice Jungkook's moment of daze. Blinking twice, he looks to his right.

“C’mon,” His cherry haired girlfriend says, “Parties already started.” Dressed in a short denim dress with an obscene white fur coat on top, she’s accessorized with ripped black fishnets, platform boots and as much of Jungkooks jewelry she could put on.

Heather Braslow. A twenty four year old cocktail waitress Jungkook met, and successfully secured as his girlfriend when the band was playing in bars before they went nationwide. The night they met they barely spoke, exchanging names and then letting their bodies do most of the getting to know each other. Three years later, living and touring together for two, Jungkook knows that she loves dogs, Italian food, his guitar, and when he praises her. 

When the band exploded last year in ‘93, Heather and Jungkook were coined as the new Courtney and Kurt, their faces being slapped in every magazine and news spread across the country. 

She had quit working at the bar after she moved into Jungkook's place, when the band had started their trailblazing through the states. She spent his money on clothes and drugs. Drugs she’d bring home- the one place he asked her not to bring it. She’d throw parties unannounced, let friends of hers stay over without talking to Jungkook and let them disrespect his property. Some nights when Jungkook wasn’t plastered, and was able to think straight, he wondered if she was really in this for him. 

Her hand, with long acrylic fingernails as red as her hair, pulled on his again.

“Sexy, let’s go,” She giggles, and the sweet sound intoxicates his heart enough for a couple seconds to make him smile, her playfully innocent aura whipping him right back where she wants him. When the thought of breaking it off with her arises, it’s like she knows, like she can feel it. Somehow, every time, she’s found a loophole to keep her by his side. A twisted game she knows how to manipulate in her favor. A game she always wins.

“Yeah,” He sighs, then glances back out to the opposite side of the street, past the hundreds of heads that were piling up to get close to him. His eyes flicker left, then right. The boy is gone. 

His stomach turns into a knot, a subtle feeling of disappointment bubbling within him mixed with a little bit of relief. He didn’t care, at least that’s what he kept telling himself. If the boy with the blond hair was to look his way, and recognize Jungkook and what he had done to him two weeks ago, Jungkook wouldn’t even know what to do.

All the boy with the soft blond hair had done was touch him, and it’s all he’s been able to think about.

“Wait,” He tightens his grip around Heathers fingers and tugs her toward his body, pressing her to his chest tight, “Mmm,” He hums to her with glee at the feeling of her curves against him, “Kiss me, in front of all these people, please.” He whispers. Heather bites her bottom lip smugly and blushes, knowing a billion photos have already been taken, and will be taken.

“Your wish is my command, sexy,” She smizes, then passionately presses her lips to Jungkooks, slipping him her tongue to really put on a show as people in the crowd cheered. Pulling away, brushing their noses together, Jungkooks eyes glanced to her lips, her cute, pink, little heart shaped lips that knew how to kiss him just right. Then with a look into her hazel eyes, he smirks.

“Think we can fuck in their bathroom?” He asks, raising an eyebrow, making Heather giggle again. Gazing at her and her petite self now, the musicality of the sound she makes mixed with the buzz of his fans trying to push through security hits him in the perfect spot, and he’s back in the zone.

Heading inside, Jungkook takes Heather by the back of the neck, keeping his hand there as he leads her to walk two inches in front of him. He slides his arm across her shoulders as they walk through the spinning door together, smiling as she laughs when he tries to kiss her neck. People are everywhere, grouped together in the lobby of this hotel with beers and red cups in their hands, and when Jungkook and Heather stumble across the threshold, almost every head turns to greet them.

Jungkook keeps his arm around Heather as he grins and waves to every face that calls his name, half of the people he realizes he’s never even met before. The It couple walk down the three steps to the lobby floor and start for the elevator, Jungkook slapping hands along the way and pushing away a couple of drunk guys who came too close to Heather.

“Hey, JK!” Is shouted from the group in front of the elevator, the group waiting to go up to the party. Tucking Heather into his chest, the group disperses just enough for the two of them to make it to the front of the line, meeting the band's bass player, Kim Seokjin, and his stunning girlfriend, Priya Chandra. The woman with long black hair, who was six years older than Jin, was latched to the bassist's side with a hand on his chest where her fingers were slipping between the buttons.

“Thought you’d be up there already,” Jungkook says to Jin, then smiles at Priya and her big brown eyes, “You look beautiful as always,” He charms, and Heather agrees, gesturing to Priya’s strappy heels she wore, giving them a compliment. 

Priya was the winner after Jin’s reign of terror this past tour, bringing a girl back to the hotel or bus after every show claiming she was the one. After three lines of coke, a night in bed, and then waking up as sober as the day is new, the girl was kicked to the curb. He met Priya six months ago, and Jungkook doesn’t know what kind of spell she’s put on his friend, but whatever it was, it was working. The guy was hooked.

Jungkook couldn’t blame him for being head over heels, Priya was a stunner. Her mocha colored skin and long black hair were entirely too dreamy, and her body’s natural curves had any guy in any room saltivating. When she spoke her voice intoxicated your brain, honing you in, making you believe every single word that would spill from her lips.

“Hey,” Heather whispered harshly, tugging on Jungkook's leather jacket, making him tear his eyes away from the woman standing in front of him. He looks at Heather quickly, smiling proudly as he does.

“Who’s my pretty girl?” He asks, tapping the tip of her nose with a gentle finger, praying for a smooth recovery. Heather subtly rolls her eyes before she’s unable to resist a smile. “Who’s my favorite girl?” Jungkook raises both his eyebrows, waits for her to answer him, then kisses her roughly, “I wasn’t lying about the bathroom,” He mumbles on her lips.

“I know,” She whispers, smiling into the kiss.

“Let’s go,” Jin orders, nudging Jungkook on the back so he’d step into the elevator.

Crowded shoulder to shoulder with a group of drunks, Heather and Jungkook are in their own world in the corner opposite Jin and Priya who, like Heather and Jungkook, are locking lips.

“Y’know, I could probably take you right here and I don’t think anyone would even notice,” Jungkook whispers between shared air, making Heather laugh.

“We’ve fucked in front of Jin before, he doesn’t care,” Heather squints sarcastically, Jungkook laughing with her, “God, I love you,” She says softly, gripping the leather on his back as she deepened their kiss, and for a moment Jungkook feels the same way.

This was the life he grew up dreaming of, the life he prayed for to a God he doesn’t even believe in, and he ultimately got it. People across the country were listening to his music, playing it on the radio, screaming it back to him every other night he graced a stage, and it was invigorating. It was a life of go, go, go, and he was in love with it. The girls, the drinks, the parties that happened, like, all the time were legendary, and people wanted him. People adored him, people called him perfect, holding him to the standard that came to him effortlessly.

With Heather clinging to his body in the elevator crowded with party people he didn’t even know, he was elated. He knew they were here for him, they were here for this party, for him. He was at the height of his career. 

Slipping his hands around Heather's back, he sighs as she kisses along his jaw and whispers in his ear.

“What did you do at Club Filter?” She asks, and his whole body tenses beneath her touch. Tilting his chin to look at her with furrowed brows, he frowns.

“W-what?” He stutters. Heather's face twists just the same.

“I asked you what you’re gonna do when we get out of here,” She repeats herself, rubbing her hands on his shoulders, “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook mumbles, squeezing his eyes shut to clear his mind, but with his eyes closed Heather's hands start to feel like his. The blond boy.

“You need a drink,” Heather soothes, kissing his cheek, Jungkook nodding vigorously in agreement, “You’ve been working so hard,” She kisses his other cheek, “The tour is over, you can rest, sexy.” 

Jungkook keeps his mind on Heather, on her words, on the sound of her voice, on the way her body feels in his hands. The sweet curve of her back is comforting, though the lower his hands seem to go, the more he’s reminded of him. His back curved just the same, and for some unknown, goddamned, frustrating reason, he was blessed with the nicest ass Jungkook has ever had the pleasure of feeling. 

“Oh yeah,” Heather breathes, pressing her lips to his neck, “I know what we’re doing when we’re out of here,” She whispers, running a hand between their bodies to palm his jeans where they tightened. 

Eyes shut, he repeats Heather's name in his head, over and over, focusing on her hand and how nice it feels, and as soon as the elevator doors are open, he’s lifting her by the waist, carrying her out into the hotel suite that’s bursting at the seams with more people he’s never seen. Cheers break out once he’s spotted, and though he’d love to go around now and greet his guests, and drink until he can’t remember his name- he’s got a prior engagement, leaving Jin and Priya behind to make their way around the party alone.

With a smile on his face, he’s got one arm behind Heather's back to support her as she holds onto him, and is using the other to shoo people out of the way. Heather peppers kisses to his skin, every inch she can find, mumbling all of the things she says she’s going to do to him, and it fuels the heat flowing into his jeans.

Kicking open a couple of doors before finding one with a bed, he barrels for it, jumping onto the mattress with Heather still in his arms. Letting out a yelp, she giggles maniacally and slaps his shoulder playfully. 

“You’re crazy!” She shouts, and he rolls over to pin her down by her shoulders.

“You’re sexy,” He smirks, closing the gap between them, kissing down the side of her neck.

He’s fine and focused for about thirteen minutes. Everything was going to plan, Heather was happy and mewling like it was her job, her body responding to him with ease whenever they moved together. Clothes were strewn to the floor, and the pillows were scrambled, and then, it happened. She said it. After three years of calling him ‘sexy’, she had, for some reason, swapped it for the one word he had called him.

“Where’d that come from?” Jungkook whispered to her with wide eyes. He was flush against the pillows with Heather straddling his waist, ready for her to get on it already until she used the wretched name.

“Whaddya mean?” Heather's lips suck at the skin beneath his jaw.

“That word,” Jungkook says, “Where’d it come from?” Heather picks up her head and looks down at him.

“I dunno,” She giggles, “Just thought of it, it fits you, I think.” His eyes burn into hers, a sudden numbness washing over his being.

“No it doesn’t,” His tone is flat. Heather sighs, kissing his lips as she reaches between them to situate herself, but she’s not met with what she’s used to.

“Oookay, guess I’m not saying that again,” She mutters, disappointed, shifting to move off of her boyfriend. The moment her skin is no longer on his, he’s jumping to his feet. Picking his pants up off the floor, he slips on his underwear and glances at Heather who’s now sitting on the bed with her arms folded over her bare chest.

“So, we’re just done?” She asks, shaking her head, “I can get you hard again, I-”

“Not right now,” Jungkook says, looking away from her, stepping into his jeans. He buttons them fast, much too fast for Heather's liking. She eyes him and his muscular build curiously as he rounds the bed to search for his t-shirt she had thrown off ten minutes ago. Dropping her arms, she sits back on her hands and spreads her legs a little bit, putting her body on full display for him.

“Jungkook,” She says seductively. He glances at her again, she notices, at just her eyes. When the shirt is on and the tattoo’s are covered, he starts to look for his jacket and she rolls her head back with a groan.

“Sexy,” She whines, flipping to her hands and knees to crawl to the end of the bed, “Sexy, sexy, sexy,” She says with every move she makes till she reaches where he was standing, fully clothed. Sitting up on her knees, she checks him out and makes sure her hands touch every inch of his chest.

“Heather,” He sighs heavily.

“No, no, look, I’m sorry I called you that,” She pouts, “I really don’t know where it came from, I guess I thought it was cute… But, it’s not, and if you hate it, I’ll never say it again. I promise, sexy,” She gives him a small smile, holding onto the collar of his jacket, “I promise.”

Letting his eyes dance over her truly beautiful face, he takes a deep breath and asks her to do something he wasn’t even sure he consciously asked, “Can you say it one more time,” Is whispered in the three inches between them.

Heather widens her eyes a bit in surprise, “Like, like how I did before?” She asks, and he nods, eyes zoned in on her lips, “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” He says, waiting patiently. She hesitates, afraid of what would happen if she repeated herself, but she listens to her man and does as she’s told.

“Relax, and let me fuck you right, my sweet bunny,” She says softly, and the word stabs Jungkook straight through the heart like it did before. Cringing, he exhales through his nose and looks down at the floor. “Well, if you hate it, why’d you make me say it again?!” Heather exclaims, falling back on the bed in a pout. Her arms folded across her chest again, and she grimaced. Taking a look at her, Jungkook felt defeated, and it had nothing to do with how he just upset her.

Looking at her now, bare naked on this random hotel bed, he wasn’t attracted to her. Usually this happened after the sex part, him needing a minute to himself to regain his composure and to remember that he actually did love her, but that part was happening now. He didn’t want to look at her body, he didn’t want to touch her how she wanted him to, and it made him angry. 

He did this to him. 

If Jungkook had kept to himself, if he didn’t let his intrusive thoughts win, he wouldn't be in this situation, he’d be eight inches deep in his smoking hot girlfriend. His smoking hot girlfriend who was hot for him, so insanely hot for him that they’ve gotten noise complaints more than they can count on two hands. 

Two weeks ago he was able to shake away the thought of what he had done, he was able to sleep with Heather without a problem, burying his guilt six feet under. It had been easy to keep it there with being on the road and being with Heather all day, everyday. There wasn’t a chance in hell that Jungkook thought he’d ever see him again, the boy with the soft blond hair and delicious vanilla scent, with hands and hips that moved like the sweetest of sinners… 

“Jungkook!” Heather whines, snapping him out of his racing mind, “What’s your problem?” She grills, lowering her brows.

“I need a drink,” He grumbles, and leaves her behind on the bed stark naked, not bothering to close the door on his way out.

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[twinkminnie]

꒰ kookmin drabble ꒱ 18+

dilf jungkook x neighbor boy jimin - 3.7K

jeongguk doesn’t know how it got to this. he's fucking married. he shouldn’t be doing this.

⚠︎ content warnings: cheating, afab jimin, vaginal sex, blowjobs, spanking, cunnilingus.

MDNI

no matter how wrong it is and how badly he wishes it to stop, jimin seems to be able to play him like a fiddle to get what he wants. jeongguk doesn’t want to be a liar. he doesn’t want to sneak around behind his wife’s back. he doesn’t want to be a cheater.

he’s never been one to take infidelity lightly, but jimin has been able to lure him in and transform him into an unrecognizable version of himself.

he would say he wants to it stop but he doesn’t want to lie.

he couldn’t stop if he wanted to. not with jimin being so jimin.

it started with that coincidental conversation a few weeks ago.

jeongguk was in the driveway, unloading groceries that he’d picked up for his wife who wouldn’t be home until much later due to work.

these days, she began returning up later and later more often than not. jeongguk had come to terms that he would be eating dinner alone during the week. even on the weekends, jeongguk noticed the little ways she avoided his touch and ran to her office the first chance she got.

he should be able to empathize with her claims of heavy stress and not being in the mood. for the most part, he could, but jeongguk found himself bored. nothing was stimulating. not television, golf, gym workouts, or meeting his friends for the occasional lunch.

they had new neighbors move in next door about a month ago, the parks. the older couple only had one son, jimin, a bubbly pink-haired university student who drove an obnoxiously loud and expensive racing car his parents must have gifted him.

until that day, jeongguk had only gained a few glimpses of him, exchanging polite waves or quick good mornings and good evenings.

but this day was different. jimin was passing by, offering jeongguk help to bring in his groceries after seeing his lonesome struggle.

jeongguk had eyed him warily, subtly studying his tight shorts and crop top, dolled up in cute makeup that made his already plump lips appear fuller and glossier. jimin had batted those dark lashes at him, grinning cheekily as he stepped closer.

he had laughed at jeongguk's initial reluctance, pouting with his hands behind his back and puffing out his chest that had jeongguk gulping from the slight bounce of his breasts.

“come on, i can’t be neighborly?”

after a moment, jeongguk relented, nodding. “sure, thanks for the help. i’ll show you in.”

after unloading and putting away the rest of the items, jimin hummed, trailing his fingers along the long hallway that led into the kitchen.

“such a big house for just you and your wife,” he observed, eyes surveying the high ceilings and crown molding, “must get lonely.”

jeongguk grunted in agreement. “i guess you could say that. she works more than me.”

his sneakers squeaked on the tiles as he turned in jeongguk’s direction. he was leaning on the counter, watching jimin subtly move closer and closer until he pressed himself to jeongguk’s side, all rosy cheeks and lithe legs. this close, a black script tattoo peeked from under his crop top.

those brown, bambi eyes had caught jeongguk’s attention, though. he found himself swallowing thickly as jimin’s fingers ran up his arm, tracing along his toned biceps bulging from his short sleeve t-shirt. jimin gave him a close-lipped, teasing smile as he inched closer.

he didn’t know what jimin was trying to do. he knew jeongguk was married, so why did it feel like he was trying to make a move on him?

“you know what they say about loneliness.” jimin breathed, his dark lashes fluttering.

he smelt like a delicious blend of pastries and peaches along with traces of his coconut shampoo wafting from his pink hair. jeongguk found himself subconsciously leaning forward, inhaling more of the concoction of sweets.

his eyes twitched, actively fighting the overwhelming urge to reach out and run his hand over the creamy, smooth skin of jimin’s cheek. he wanted to caress the deep cupid bow of his top lip.

he had to quickly divert his attention in an effort to rid his brain of the indecent train of thought.

“uh n-no, what do they say?” jeongguk answered, crossing his arms over his chest to contain himself.

placing one palm over jeongguk’s chest, jimin leaned forward until their lips were only a breath away from touching. jeongguk could feel his cock fattening in his sweatpants alarmingly fast.

he smiled, an adorable crooked tooth digging softly into the plump flesh of his bottom lip. “it makes you horny.”

that snapped jeongguk out of his aroma-induced trance, “what are you on about - “

jimin’s lips were on his before he could finish. a soft, gentle peck, wet with his cherry-flavored lip gloss. subconsciously, his tongue swept over his lips to taste the leftover, sticky gloss. he had closed his eyes without thinking.

giggling when he pulled back, jimin’s hand traveled to the rising tent in jeongguk’s pants, rubbing over his erection through the material.

he jumped, startled at the forward move, and pushed his hands away.

“i-i’m married, jimin. stop it.”

his soft, taut stomach brushed against his forearm.

he sighed and frowned, “jeez, don’t you wanna have a little fun?”

jimin had slowly cornered him against the counter, grinding their crotches together as his thin arms hooked around jeongguk’s neck. clearly, he wasn't taking no for an answer.

jeongguk turned his head away, deliberately trying to ignore his growing arousal. his arms hung uselessly at his sides as jimin pressed closer, making the sweetest noise in the back of his throat as he continued to grind in small motions.

he couldn’t deny jimin was beautiful, with his doll-like features and fat, round ass that already had jeongguk weak and salivating. still, he knew this was wrong. he squeezed his eyes shut, urging his common sense to take control of his body and shove jimin away.

“no one has to know,” jimin whispered against his neck, hovering with teasing breaths, and lashes brushing the tops of his cheeks, “it can be our little secret.”

jeongguk’s mouth is frozen. maybe the best response is no response.

“come on, daddy, i know you want to fuck me. the evidence is pressed right up against me,” jimin nibbled his jawline as he brought jeongguk’s hands to rest over the mounds of his ass cheeks. arousal boils under his skin at the sound of jimin’s honey voice calling him fucking daddy. his hands twitched where they laid on jimin’s ass. the soft fat spilled from the denim shorts, perky and creamy smooth.

jimin licked the shell of his ear, adding, “i might even let you rough me up a little.”

fuck it. it’ll only be one time.

“fucking brat.” jeongguk hissed, turning his head to the side to meet his gaze.

he roughly cupped jimin’s ass in his hands, loving how they filled his large palms perfectly. rocking back into the touch, jimin mewled at the rough nails digging into the meat of his ass.

“you love it.” jimin breathed, surging forward on his tippy toes to slot their open mouths together in a filthy kiss.

jeongguk brought jimin closer, cock teasing the outline of his cunt through his shorts. the kiss ignited a feeling jeongguk hadn’t felt in a long time. years, even. he felt wanted.

sucking jimin’s bottom lip into his mouth, his hands traveled to the waistband of jimin’s shorts before shoving his hands underneath to fondle his bare ass. jimin responded with a beautiful moan.

the next second, jimin was dropping to his knees, nuzzling his erection through his pants and staring up at him with lust-blown eyes.

his hands found their way into jimin’s pink hair as he tugged jeongguk's cock free from its confines.

jimin’s eyes widened at the sight of the thick length, flushed red and leaking at the tip. jimin gripped him by the base, easing his mouth around the head to give it a gentle suck.

plush pink lips widened around his girth, a sweet moan vibrating from jimin’s throat. messily, jimin popped off his length before saying, “does your wife not realize how lucky she is to have a husband with a cock like this?”

jeongguk’s heart skipped in his chest at the mention of his wife.

“let’s not talk about her while we’re doing this.”

jimin gave him a smug grin before moving along jeongguk’s length, smothering the entirety of it with lewd open-mouth kisses, the sensation of his velvety tongue and copious amounts of spit had fire spreading in jeongguk’s gut.

it had been too long since he had a blowjob.

“why?” jimin kitten licked the head of his cock. “all i know is that if you were my husband, i’d wake you up with a blowjob every morning.”

jeongguk huffed through his nose, tugging jimin’s head back. he didn’t want to think about how lovely that idea sounded.

“stop talking already," he ordered instead, "it’s not gonna suck itself.”

jimin laughed but got to work, swallowing his length down in one go, bobbing his head as his eyes brimmed with jeweled tears. grunting, jeongguk’s thumb caressed the boy’s flushed cheek. he admired jimin’s skilled mouth slobbering over his cock. he didn't care how messy it was. jeongguk had never seen someone so cute look so obscene.

“you like having daddy’s cock down your throat?”

jimin moaned loudly around jeongguk in response, his tongue flicking devilishly into his slit and sweeping over his frenulum.

when he noticed one of jimin’s small hands disappearing into his little shorts to rub his pussy and make the sweetest mewl, jeongguk broke. he pulled jimin off, tugging him impatiently by the hand toward his bedroom. jimin followed along, giggling at his urgency.

when they got past the door, jeongguk threw jimin on the bed unkindly, undressing completely before joining him on the mattress. jimin gave him a stare that had adrenaline charging through him.

“gonna fuck me on the same bed you fuck your wife?” jimin whispered as jeongguk climbed on top of him, their foreheads nearly touching.

he roughly discarded jimin’s crop top, fondling his exposed, perky breasts as began to devour jimin’s neck with a trail of hickeys.

“when are you going to be a good boy and shut your mouth?” he muttered in between sucks.

his mouth traveled to jimin’s breast, locking eyes as he wrapped his lips around one of his sensitive, brown nipples. jimin gasped cutely, hands fisting the sheets next to his head.

“as — as soon as you give me a reason to.”

jeongguk bit his nipple for that, two fingers tweaking and pulling the other nub not encased by his blazing hot mouth.

jimin rutted forward, grinding his pussy on jeongguk’s thigh slotted between his legs. eyes fluttering at the delicious pressure against his clit and pleasing sensation of teeth dragging along his nipple.

“so desperate, huh?” jeongguk murmured, leveling his face with jimin’s equally flustered one, pressing his thigh harder against jimin’s cunt. “riding my thigh like a whore.”

“just want you to fuck me, daddy,” jimin breathed, sensually flicking his tongue over his reddened bottom lip.

one of jeongguk’s calloused hands skimmed along the smooth plane of jimin’s stomach before dipping beneath his shorts to cup his warm, soaking-wet vulva. jeongguk raises his brow at jimin when he feels complete, bare skin.

“hm, no panties?” jeongguk murmured, leaning down to nip at jimin’s earlobe. “little brat wants to get fucked that bad?”

jimin nodded furiously, a cute furrow creasing between his manicured brows.

jeongguk leaned back on his haunches, forcing jimin’s hips off of the bed as he ripped the teeny pair of shorts off.

he parted jimin’s thighs to expose his pussy, marveling at the peachy pink color of its chubby lips that hid his folds. fuck, he’s never wanted to be inside someone so badly. jimin is the epitome of beauty, young and fun, basically everything the opposite of jeongguk, and he’s asking jeongguk to defile him?

“why me?” he couldn't help but ask.

“older guys like you know how to fuck. i’m tired of the ones my age who can’t make me come,” jimin explained, as if it were the most obvious answer, before adding, “plus, you’re exactly my type. married and sexy.”

with a flirtatious wink, jimin spreads his thighs more, using two fingers to spread his pussy and display the creamy slick gathered at his entrance. jeongguk’s mouth watered at the vision, his body moving on autopilot to position himself between jimin’s legs.

“fucking whore,” he grinned fondly.

jimin squeaked when jeongguk ducked down, lavishing his slit with tender kisses. the contact made his hips jerk and tummy tighten.

“oh,” jimin breathed, hands carding through jeongguk’s hair, watching him flick his tongue along and between his silky folds, using his own two fingers to keep his pussy split open.

jeongguk lapped at his cunt with vulgar movements, humming into his pussy as he tasted the heady sweetness of jimin’s slick.

jeongguk circled his pointed tongue around jimin’s clit, massaging the sensitive bud with increasing pressure. jimin bit his lip harder as his eyes fluttered with the indescribable pleasure of jeongguk’s skilled tongue.

“fu-fuck, eating my pussy so - so good,” jimin slurred.

jeongguk groaned, sucking around jimin’s clit until he saw the boy’s eyes roll back in his head and felt his hips twitch.

“daddy, fuck! there!” jimin’s fingers tightened in his hair as his hips rolled forward against jeongguk’s tongue that’s bringing him closer and closer to the edge.

suddenly, jeongguk lifted his mouth off jimin’s pussy, hastily moving to his mouth for a chaste, dirty kiss.

“no,” jimin whined, pulling away, “why’d you stop?”

“quiet,” jeongguk scolded, two fingers thrusting inside jimin’s cunt with no warning.

arching from the bed, jimin grabbed jeongguk’s shoulders to hold on to as jeongguk’s fingers curled inside him every swift motion inside. jimin found himself entranced by the way jeongguk’s thick fingers fucked inside his cunt, rubbing against his sweet spot with mind-blowing pressure. his tummy coiled tightly with his impending orgasm, pussy squelching with the never ending flow of his wetness.

being with a married man was doing wonders for jimin’s ego.

“look at me,” jeongguk ordered, his thumb returning to massage jimin’s clit, adding to the euphoric feeling that had jimin’s toes curling.

as jimin locked eyes with jeongguk’s darker ones, his mouth opened with a continuous flow of breathy whines.

“you hear your messy little pussy? so fucking wet for me,” jeongguk leaned forward to suck jimin’s bottom lip into his mouth.

after a moment, jeongguk scanned jimin’s face, reading every rapid change of his expression to make him cum.

“just for you -- just this wet for you,” jimin mewled, hips bucking erratically as jeongguk continues to thrust his fingers expertly against his sweet spot.

although jeongguk’s fingers slow their pace, his thumb doesn’t stop its tortuous movements over his clit. instead, his fingers curled against his sweet spot, massaging it with such ferocity that jimin’s orgasm hit him like a speeding train, wracking through his body all at once as he squirted, clenching around his slender fingers violently.

jimin was dizzy and breathless by the time he came down from his orgasm. fingers slipped out delicately as jeongguk trailed tender kisses along his neck.

“did that feel good, baby?”

instead of answering, jimin flipped jeongguk on his back before climbing on top of him, ass resting just above the tip.

“can’t wait any longer. need you inside me,” jimin lifted himself up, positioning his hard cock at his entrance before sinking down on his length.

little hands gripped jeongguk’s chest, reveling in the feeling of the large cock sheathing itself inside his slick, soppy cunt, inch by inch.

jeongguk growled, hands gripping the doughy mounds of his asscheeks as jimin squeezed around him and his brown eyes glazed over with bliss.

the satin walls of jimin’s pussy tightening spastically had jeongguk thrusting upward subconsciously until his hips were flush against jimin’s ass.

“love daddy’s cock, fuck, it’s so big - feels so good,” jimin gasped, throwing his head back as he desperately began to bounce on jeongguk’s length. small, round breasts jiggling with his efforts, nipples peaked from his arousal. jeongguk wanted to pinch himself to check if this was real life.

“god, your pussy’s so tight, jimin-ah,” jeongguk’s hands latched on his fleshy hips, guiding their movements to a hurried pace. rolling his hips up every time jimin came back down, jeongguk repeatedly shoved up, sweat breaking out on his forehead. the feeling of jimin’s cunt was sending him into a lustful frenzy.

“you take it so well you must be a whore,” jeongguk spat, staring where their bodies joined, watching his cock disappear over and over past his soft entrance, engorged pussy lips expanding around the wide girth.

jimin’s hand reached down to rub at his clit, heavy lidded eyes gazing down at jeongguk as short, choked breaths fell from his heart shaped lips, swollen from their kisses.

“can’t ‘elp it,” jimin whined, circling his clit faster as jeongguk’s pace quickened until all jeongguk could hear were his overwhelmed, gasping moans and the vulgar sound of his hips meeting the skin of his ass.

jimin squealed in surprise when jeongguk suddenly slipped out of him and flipped him on his stomach. as jimin’s face landed in the sheets, hands grasped his hips, pulling him up by the waist and cock pushing inside his pussy all at once.

from there, jeongguk set an extraordinary pace, every brutal slap of his hips, his cock reaching deeper. his pussy had grown wetter, his creamy slick drenching the older's cock with a filthy sheen.

jimin mewled happily at the bruising momentum, drool dripping from his lips as jeongguk pounded his pussy mercilessly. his clit throbbed between his legs, only receiving partial contact from jeongguk’s balls smacking against his cunt from his thrusts.

“is my pussy better - better than your wife’s?” jimin taunted as he peered behind him. jeongguk peered back with slanted eyes and a mean frown, the muscles of his chest coated with a thin sheen of sweat.

a stinging grip in jimin’s candy pink hair turned to a yank as jeongguk pulled his head back, forcing the younger to bare his neck and curve his back; fucking with teasing grinds as his cock forged deeper inside jimin’s pussy with the new angle, his lips found his ear.

“your pussy is heaven, baby,” jeongguk whispered before releasing his hold on his hair. he reared back, smacking jimin’s ass in quick succession, admiring how the milky skin turned a bright, glowing pink.

“yes, spank me!” jimin screamed, “just like that, please!”

jeongguk gave each cheek the same treatment, twice over, relishing in each pleased squeal from the boy below him. what a kinky little brat.

“is my dick the best you’ve ever had?”

jeongguk’s palm forced jimin’s cheek against the mattress as he continued his insatiable pounding.

“yes! best dick i’ve ever - ever had! need more,” jimin slurred as his cock hit his sweet spot on every slide inside. “touch me, touch me, touch me, please.”

“touch where?”

“my - ah - my clit, daddy,”

jeongguk smirked at jimin’s begging, flipping jimin on his back before sliding inside once more, cupping his face as he leisurely rolled his hips forward.

jimin’s teary eyes looked up at him, lip trembling. “so close, please -- fuck me harder. wanna feel you for days.”

jeongguk placed two fingers at jimin’s lips, silenting asking for his mouth to open. jimin parted his lips and sucked the fingers in his mouth.

“get ‘em nice and wet for me,” jeongguk whispered huskily, eyes glued to the filthy movement of jimin’s tongue drenching the digits in saliva.

after a moment, he relented, returning to jimin’s hardened clit to circle the tiny nub with his two fingers, newly slick with spit. with the effortless friction massaging his clit mingling with the cock ruining his pussy with his mind-blowing pace, jimin felt like he was going to lose his mind.

“don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” he panted, eyes rolling in his head. jimin could feel the heat coiling in his gut about to snap, the taut muscles of his abdomen clenching sporadically with the overpowering stimulation. his body was being jerked by the powerful thrusts, back gliding up the sheets with the punishing force.

using one hand to wrap around jimin’s neck and the other still relentlessly working over jimin’s clit, jeongguk abruptly thrust against his sweet spot.

that’s all it took for jimin to cum, shaking and twitching as his pussy gushes, spraying slick around jeongguk’s cock still lodged inside him, gasping and babbling curses as another orgasm rips through him.

“that’s it baby,” jeongguk soothed, massaging his clit in tighter circles. whispers fell from his lips, oversensitive as he floated back down from his orgasm; cheeks burning from the realization he came twice but jeongguk hadn’t once.

“wan’ daddy to cum, please, cum inside my pussy - need to feel it,” jimin pleaded, batting his lashes at the older man.

his hips moved on their own, chasing his orgasm while wrapping his larger hands around jimin’s throat for leverage. although jimin’s eyes widen in surprise at his firm grip, jimin quickly succumbed to his erratic strokes as he fucked inside. gritting his teeth, jeongguk felt his own orgasm hit, jimin clenching down with wicked force.

his thighs trembled as he painted the inside of his tight pussy, shooting endless waves of cum within jimin's velvety walls. afterward, he collapsed, releasing his hold on the younger’s neck and kissing him senselessly.

“we really made a mess, huh?” jeongguk observed as took in the tousled and stained sheets under them.

jimin laughed, tucking jeongguk’s hair behind his ear, “the first of many.”

he could admit that he liked the sound of that, even if it made him a horrible husband.

when it became a routine for them, fucking whenever his wife was out or working, on any surface available, for the first time in years, jeongguk felt excited again. he felt young again.

what his wife didn’t know, wouldn’t hurt her.

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[bbseungiee]

abo jikook smut drabble 🔞 Jeongguk has his hands full trying to keep his pregnant mate happy, but he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

or: Jimin demands Jeongguk bring him what he’s craving, he’s carrying their pup after all- but sometimes, he wants a little more.

Jeongguk loves his mate, he really does. He loves joining him in bed, tangling their legs together, stroking the soft swell of his belly, feeling their pup kick. He wanted nothing more than to spend all his time surrounded by Jimin’s sweet vanilla scent, listening to his little rambles and squeaky giggles. The pregnancy had him absolutely whipped for his mate, turning him into a knot-headed alpha eager to please.

What he didn’t love, however, was that Jimin’s cravings had intensified around the 19th week, before absolutely exploding in the 20th week. He’s been sent off to obscure food stalls and restaurants at all hours, forced to bring his mate exactly what he wanted or he’d have a crying, emotional omega on his hands.

He wouldn’t trade it for anything else, even if he was losing sleep and hair over the ordeal.

The way Jimin’s eyes would light up in happiness and pure joy was the only thing that brought him satisfaction right now, knowing that he was supporting his mate and making the pregnancy easier on him. That and all the massages he’d given Jimin over the past few days, kneading out the knots and tension.

Opening the front door to their apartment, he lets it slam shut behind him, calling out to Jimin, “baby, where are you? I got what you wanted!”

There’s a happy squeal before he hears the patter of socked feet. His eyes rake over Jimin’s exposed stomach, his sweater pulled up and over his bump without him noticing, too occupied with holding a hand on his soft skin.

“You got my tteokbokki?” Jimin’s smiling, all teeth and there’s a pink flush to his face. He comes closer, holding out in his hands. “Extra spicy?”

“Not spicy,” Jeongguk retorts, unable to help the smile spreading across his own face at he looks at Jimin. “You know it hurts your throat.”

Jimin’s smile drops, turning into a disappointed little pout that has Jeongguk regretting all of his life decisions. Plus the fact that he didn’t pick the extra-spicy option. Oh, also that it was 3 in the morning and the only open stall had been miles away.

“B-but-”

“I’ll feed you,” Jeongguk interrupts, holding up the bag and shaking it. “Will that make you happy?”

It does make Jimin happy.

The omega curls up to his side, both of them resting on the couch as Jeongguk holds up pieces of the rice cakes to his mouth, cooing at him and saying, ‘aaaaah’. He watches as Jimin chews, eyes creased into crescent moons, hair falling over his forehead as he bobs his head around in excitement.

“How’s the pup?” He asks, softly, other hand reaching for the bump, large hand rubbing circles into the skin.

“Pup’s okay,” Jimin replies between mouthfuls, placing a hand over Jeongguk’s, his vanilla scent strong and heavy. “Keeps kickin’ though, I just wanna sleep.”

Jeongguk laughs softly, pressing more tteokbokki against his plush lips. “I’ll tell pup off, yeah? No hurting mama.”

♡

Jeongguk looks down at the plate of cookies that Jimin had refused, glaring at the baked treats, wishing they would disappear. They made Jimin cry.

He’d presented them to Jimin, having baked them himself even! He’d done so well. Or so he’d thought. Until Jimin had started crying and saying: “There’s cinnamon! I don’t want it!”

And then he’d collapsed back into bed, snuffling at the pillows and their combined scent of… vanilla and cinnamon.

Jeongguk wanted to bash his head against the kitchen wall and scream.

♡

The pregnant omega was obsessed with lollies, opening bags upon bags of the sweet snacks and shoving them into his awaiting mouth. All Jeongguk could think about was the incoming dentist visit.

But still, he smiles and provides packets of lollies for the omega to munch on while curled up in his nest, cooing at his belly and sometimes tentatively offering Jeongguk a candy or two.

His cravings were ever-changing and Jeongguk was having a hard time keeping up with them. Jimin had hissed at him the other day, when he’d offered to get him some pizza. Jeongguk couldn’t believe he was hissed at by his own mate, over fucking pizza.

“Do you want anything else?” He asks, nervously, as he hands Jimin another packet of sweets, worried that the omega was about to start crying and claim he wanted something else instead.

A sigh of relief was welcomed when Jimin took it from him, chirping out a happy thank you and instantly digging into the lollies.

He offers one to Jeongguk, who declines for the sake of his teeth.

♡

The mated pair were rolling around on the couch together, snuggling up and settling down to watch a movie, on Jimin’s request.

Jeongguk rests a hand on Jimin’s belly, still in disbelief that the pup was real and they would be meeting them soon. They’d always wanted a family, and now it was actually happening.

“Alpha,” Jimin mumbles, shoving his face into the crook of Jeongguk’s neck.

Jeongguk freezes. If it was a craving, he was going to start crying. All he wanted to do was relax with his mate and maybe kiss him stupid.

“Yes, baby?” He replies, trying to make his smile not look like a grimace.

Jimin’s grinning coyly up at him, eyes half-lidded as he shifts around on the couch slightly, exposing more of his belly and soft skin. He reaches down to stroke his fingers against the swell.

“I want something,” he begins, fluttering his eyelashes.

“And that something is?”

Jimin suddenly sits up, well, as fast as he can with his belly, and swats at Jeongguk to sit up straight. The alpha complies, naturally, and is pleasantly confused as he watches Jimin shift around so that he’s kneeling next to him.

“Your dick, duh,” Jimin says, as if it were simple.

Jeongguk really was going to cry.

But he’d never pass down the chance to have his mate’s pillow-like lips on him, all spit slick and shiny. His small, pink tongue licking up his length, before taking the head into his mouth and drooling all over his cock.

He spreads his legs wide, pushing down his grey sweatpants and grinning at Jimin. His cinnamon scent was heavy in the air, tinged with arousal and need. Jeongguk nods towards his cock, the thick length beginning to harden.

“Come oh then baby, work for it, yeah?”

Jimin gently holds onto Jeongguk’s knees as he makes to slide off the couch, slowly and cautiously due to his belly. The omega kneels in front of Jeongguk, holding onto his thighs as he stares intently at his cock.

He leans forward, belly brushing the couch as he licks at his own lips, before sticking out his tongue and running it up his length. It’s red and swollen, heavy against his mouth and hardening as he alternates between sucking at the top, digging his tongue into the slit and covering the width of it with spit.

Jeongguk groans above him, breathless and gasping as he watches his mate practically worship his cock.

“Good boy,” he croons, resting a hand against the side of Jimin’s face, smiling down at him, eyebrows furrowed.

Jimin whimpers around the length as he sinks his mouth down, taking as much in as he can, nose brushing the neat pubic hair.

His vanilla scent screams happy, aroused omega and Jeongguk wasn’t sure he was going to last very long, not with the way Jimin begins moaning as he snakes a hand into his little yellow shorts, wrapping his fingers around his tiny omegan cock.

Fucking Jimin was always an otherworldly experience, the omega able to pleasure him so perfectly, knowing his sensitive spots and what makes him tick.

The omega continues to suck his length, hollowing his cheeks and sliding his slick lips up, and down.up, and down. He thumbs at the head of his cocklet, using his precum to ease the glide, moaning, the vibrations going right into Jeongguk’s stomach.

The omega didn’t last long, of course, and he pulled off the cock with a gasping moan, loud and wanton, spilling over into his own palm. He stares up at Jeongguk, all wide-eyed and pleading.

“F-fuck, baby,” Jeongguk hisses, hips jerking up, Jimin whining as he’s jostled. “So close, please.”

Jimin licks his lips again before suckling at the tip of his cock, as if trying to milk him, eager for cum.

Jeongguk pushes his hips upwards, jerking his cock further into Jimin’s mouth and the omega gags around him. Groaning, he holds tighter onto Jimin’s face, thumb caressing his temple. “That’s it, baby, alpha’s so proud- ah- gonna c-come.”

Jimin uses his cum-covered hand, the omegan fluid clear and sticky, to paw at the base of Jeongguk’s cock, trying to coax the alpha to hurry up and cum in his mouth.

With a deep grunt, and a firm grip on his face and hair, Jeongguk thrusts his hips upwards once more. He spills into Jimin’s mouth, his mate eagerly swallowing the salty fluid. He leans back, watching it roll down the length, before flattening his tongue and licking it up, cleaning his cock.

He looks back at Jeongguk, a satisfied flint in his eyes as he opens his mouth and lolls out his tongue, showing his mate he swallowed it all.

“Thank you alpha,” he purrs, licking at the hand covered in a mix of his and Jeongguk’s cum.

Jeongguk loves his mate, he really does, even if he had been a handful with the pup.

He drags Jimin back onto the couch, placing him on his lap and pulling their pants back into place so they can cuddle and lavish each other in attention.

Jimin nuzzles into his neck, tongue poking out to swipe at his mating mark and scent gland.

“You’re welcome,” the alpha finally says.

“Can I have ice cream now?”

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[jiminiekoos]

A fic in which jimin and jungkook have been husbands for a few years. they’re in love, they’re happy but there’s something missing.

they both want kids, so badly. unfortunately, they’ve been trying to adopt for years but things are just not going their way.

one night, jimin has enough. the pain gets too much to bear, he slips out of the bed, gently lifting jungkooks hand off his waist as he does so. he’s not about to cry.

he sits in their living room, staring at the Christmas tree they decorated for a long moment and the lump in his throat gets too much to be able to swallow down, tears well up in his eyes and drop down his cheeks. it’s been difficult, so difficult for both of them. jungkook has been trying to keep strong—both of them are but—

before his silent tears can snowball into proper sobs, he hears a baby crying. at first, he thinks it’s coming from one of the neighbours but…it sounds close. Too close. and then, there’s a series of knocks. jimin rubs his eyes and tiptoes to the front door, confused and anxiety welling up his chest.

he throws open the door, a blast of cool air on his face as he looks at…nothing?

there’s no one there except a baby carriage. the baby stares up at him, and then jimin sees the note. he looks around and after seeing no one, he grabs the baby carriage and closes the door.

“Jungkook-ah!”

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[stuckinficmode24-7]

Drabble: Pizza

Word Count: 500+

Jikook fight over pizza lol

“I will not fear you, kook,” Jimin growls as he glared into Jungkook’s eyes. “You will.” Jungkook narrows his eyes in response. “You know what happens in this scenario, hyung. Back down.” Jungkook’s tone turns into something darker. “That won’t happen as easily as you think it will.” Jimin scoffs, a smirk playing at his lips. “What is happening?” Hoseok whispers to Yoongi as he and the others watch from the sidelines. “You know what happens when it gets to the last slice of pizza.” Yoongi shakes his head. “Have you been blind for the past seven years?” Yoongi gives Hoseok a sort of bewildered look. “But- I mean look how much muscle Jungkook has,” Hoseok speaks out, looking at Jimin and Jungkook with wide eyes. “Have you not seen how Jimin deals with Jungkook?” Yoongi laughs. “Ooh,” Taehyung suddenly moves over to the pair. “Are you making bets?” Taehyung raises an eyebrow, and before they know it, they are joined by Namjoon too. “I bet on Jimin, ten bucks,” Taehyung states, in an almost cocky way. "I’m with you Tae," Yoongi smirks. “Kook is so strong. I would think it’s him.” Hoseok nods. Namjoonn sides with Hoseok before they’re joined by Seokjin. “I’ll bet on both. I think they’ll share it.” Seokjin’s confidence in his voice shows on his face. “I want the pizza!” The five of them are pulled out of their circle to look at the situation in front of them. Jimin has lunged for the pizza, and Jungkook is holding his back. “No, it’s mine, hyung!” Jungkook shouts in return, pushing Jimin behind him before lunching for the slice himself, but Jimin doesn’t let him off so easily. Jimin jumps onto Jungkook’s back. “Please, kookie, I really want the last slice.” Jimin pleads softly and the others witness a stumble in Jungkook’s determination. In that split second, Jimin jumps off Jungkook and makes an attempt for the box again. “Oh, no you won’t.” Jungkook growls, pulling Jimin back by his waist, the smaller ending up against Jungkook. “that slice is mine.” He growls into Jimin’s ear and the others look on with wide eyes. “But kookie, I would enjoy it so much.” Jimin whimpers. “It would make me so happy.” He pouts, managing to turn around and place his hands on Jungkook’s chest. “I would owe you a favor.” Jimin chimes, clearly noticing how much Jungkook is struggling right now. Jungkook looks from Jimin, who is still in his arms, to the pizza box and back several times before he finally makes a decision. “Can you share it with me?” Jungkook lets his determination slip and goes to his softer, cuter side to persuade Jimin to let him have some. Jimin moves from Jungkook’s hold and grabs the slice before coming back to him. “Of course.” Jimin smiles. Jimin takes a bite of the slice first before holding it up to Jungkook’s mouth, who also takes a bite. Little did the two know that the rest of their members were pouting about the loss of the bet, except for Seokjin, who got all the money, resulting in him being a whole forty dollars richer. Now, he was happy about that, most definitely.

#bta #fanfic #jungkook #jimin #taehyung #yoongi #seokjin #namjoon #hoseok #silly #jikook subtly implied #jikook #humor #drabble

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"...Until one day I just realized that I love this person..." -Joshua Muasa [bts jikook ff)

Jimin and Jungkook only been dating for a few months, now. They've been in a group together for so long, and they never expected to fall for each other, but somehow they did exactly that. Jimin still remembers their first 'moment', as he likes to call it:

Jungkook was singing as he cooked; he always had a habit of singing or humming, or even tapping out a beat, while doing mundane things like cooking or cleaning.

Jimin was sitting at the island counter, Jungkook turned away from him to stir whatever was in the pot on the stove. The older was staring down at his phone, but when he glanced up at Jungkook, he felt like he couldn't take his eyes off of him.

Jungkook was still singing a song that Jimin had never heard, and he was oblivious to his gaze on him. He swayed back and fourth to the tune of the song, watching the food carefully to make sure it didn't burn. Jimin isn't sure how he never realized before, but at this moment, he knew that he loved - loves - Jungkook.

Eventually, Jungkook turned off the stove and turned around, his singing stopping abruptly when he saw Jimin. "Hyung..?" He had said quietly. Jimin smiled slightly at him before shaking his head and getting up; he shouldn't be thinking of his bandmate in the way he was, in a domestic way.

Jimin was about to walk away, but was stopped by a hand on his wrist. "Why were you staring?" Jungkook asked.

"No reason," Jimin tried to smile again, but he knew it was awkward looking, more of a grimace than a grin.

"You're lying," Jungkook said matter-of-factly; he was always good at reading Jimin. "What's going on?"

Jimin had sighed; he couldn't tell Jungkook that he had feelings for him, couldn't risk ruining everything. But, then, he thought, what if, what if Jungkook liked him back? What if that gentle look in Jungkook's eyes wasn't just simple friendliness? "I just," Jimin paused to take a deep breath. "I just think that I may like you."

Jungkook was silent, clearly shocked; Jimin felt stupid, felt as if his decision was wrong, but then-

"I like you, too," Jungkook said quietly. "Wait, Hyung, do you mean it, or are you joking?"

"W-why would I joke about that?" Jimin asked. "You like me back?"

"I thought you knew," Jungkook said. "I thought it was obvious, at least. You never noticed? I'm always flirting with you."

"I never thought you meant any of it!" Jimin defended himself. "We all joke around like that, I thought you were, too!"

"Well, I wasn't," Jungkook told him.

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