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mercurygguk · 2 years ago

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risqué JK have you opened the present OC gave you for your birthday yet?

risqué ; timestamp #10

pairing; risqué!jk x risqué!oc

genre; angst/bit of fluff

[10:04 am] the gift bag catches his eye an hour after he arrived at work. it sits unmoved on his desk, still in the same exact spot you left it. he's been ignoring it on purpose ever since his birthday and that was two weeks ago.

something tells him opening it will cause more damage than anything else.

after glancing at it on and off for another 5 minutes, jungkook lets out a defeated sigh and reaches for it. he leans back in his seat as he holds it in his hands, staring at it for a moment. you really went and got him a birthday gift. it's not too heavy but not light either. he can't help but wonder what you could've gotten him.

you and him didn't date for very long after all so a big, expensive gift would've been too much of you.

he knows you wouldn't think that – nothing is too much when it comes to you and him.

jungkook's teeth are digging into his bottom lip as he pulls the string of the black bow keeping the gift bag together. he catches himself holding his breath as he carefully opens it and reaches inside. his fingertips touch the edges of a card. he pulls it out, feeling his chest tighten when he realizes it's handwritten.

time has no meaning when we're together but it's always nice to know it anyway ♡ ps. it's not too much so don't even try to give it back! – ____

jungkook can't help the small chuckle that leaves him as he reads the last bit about him claiming the gift is too much. even after barely half a year together, you know him so well. it makes his entire body flutter with feelings only you can make him feel but it also fills his chest with an ache so dull and heavy, causing him to dread opening the neatly wrapped gift in the bottom of the gift bag.

deciding to get it over with, jungkook takes the gift out and unwraps it, revealing a smooth, black leather box. jungkook already knows what it is as it's similar to something he has already.

the voice inside his head keeps telling him it's too much, that you shouldn't have gotten him this gift, that it was a waste of money and effort – especially since he ended up breaking up with you a few days later.

god, this is way too much.

guilt and regret fills his entire body, running through his veins when he opens the box and reveals the silver watch inside. it's a rolex. a rolex watch in silver gold with black details and a black display. it fits perfectly for work, for events, for every single occasion.

jungkook is careful as he take sit out of the box, his fingertips delicately touching the sleek metal, gliding over it in appreciation until... hold on, there's something on the back. his eyebrows knit together in confusion as he turns it over. his breath hitches in his throat as he instantly spots the engraved words in tiny font.

"we are worth the risk, you and i."

fuck, why would you go and put that on there?

jungkook puts the watch down on the desk before burying his face in his hands, letting out a low groan of frustration. he's not angry with you, he could never be. he's angry with the whole fucking situation, with your father, with himself most of all.

the guilt in him is multiplying by the second the longer he stares at the watch, the engraved words echoing in his mind. you went and got that watch engraved for him and he broke your heart in return – just like that.

jungkook has never felt like a bigger asshole in his entire life.

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jvngkook97 · 2 years ago

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I’ve never done a request before 🧍🏻‍♀️

So, Jimin smut where him and the reader are just saur in love and it’s just fluff and smut 😩 😩 or maybe it’s like where they finally get married and they’re on their honeymoon because I’ve been feeling v/ shit lately and I need smut and fluff??? ILY btw.

Versace On The Floor

synopsis; in which you and Jimin just got married and it’s the first night as husband and wife.

pairing; husband!jimin x wife!reader

genre; fluff, smut, marriage au

warnings; sex (obviously), these two are just disgustingly in love tbh

rating; 21+ MINORS DNI

w/c; 2,743

a/n; for not having ever sent in a request before, I am honored to be your first! with that being said, I hope it’s everything you wanted and more. please excuse the typos as it is not edited cause it’s 2:43am and I am sleepy. thank you so much for the request, dear anon! ~

You may have promised not to cry–

But he didn’t.

Truly, what did you expect to happen when he watched you walk down the aisle in your vintage, custom made, Versace wedding dress for the first time?

He didn’t even try to hide the tears that fell down his cheeks freely, why should he?

He’s waited years for this moment, to marry you, the love of his life.

And damn it all, he would cry if he wanted too!

The bouquet you were holding gets handed over to your maid of honor who gives you an encouraging nod as they step back in line with the rest of the bridesmaids. Jimin holds out his hand for you take, and with a shaky exhale, you do.

Standing face to face with him, it takes everything you have not to follow behind him in the tears department, the creases of your eyes beginning to pool with water the more you rake your eyes over his handsome face.

Despite the tears that are still falling, he manages to give you his best smile as he squeezes your hands gently with his. A silent way of him saying he loves you.

You squeeze his hands back.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

The squeak that slips past your lips gets silenced by the chaste kiss he gives you as he steps through the threshold of your honeymoon suite, holding you the cliche bridal style.

It was one of those silly traditions you always heard a bride and groom would do the night of their wedding, and thus you made sure to request the same thing of your loving husband.

He could never say no to you. And he would be lying if he said that he secretly didn’t have the idea already implanted in his mind from the moment he got on his knee in front of you and you said ‘yes’.

He trips over the edge of the thick carpet that lays along the foot of the bed, thankfully being close enough for both of you to safely (and semi softly) land on it together. Now laying side by side, chests heaving from the adrenaline rush you just experienced with the unplanned fall, you both take the chance to survey one another.

A lone fingertip, which, if it weren’t for watching him do it, you wouldn’t believe was actually touching you with how feathery it felt caressing your cheek. As he continues his ministrations, it causes your eyelids to begin to flutter shut.

A light tap against your cheek has them flying back open, you narrow your eyes at his playfully. He’s already wearing a cheeky grin, now propped up on his elbow on the bed as he stares over at you. You mimic his position.

“Can’t have you falling asleep, dear wife. The night is still young.”

You push yourself off the bed, standing once again at the foot of it with your back to him. Glancing over your shoulder, you can see his eyes taking in your figure, his eyebrow lifts.

“Leaving so soon?”

“On the contrary, dear husband, I need your help.”

“I’m listening.” He sits up at the edge of the bed, awaiting to hear what you need, though judging by your current position he already has an idea. Still, he waits for you to ask.

You slide off the shoulders of your Versace gown, eyes never leaving his, slowly slipping your arms through the fabric with ease. You made sure the design was simple, planning ahead to this exact moment in time. However, with that same thought in mind, you wanted to make Jimin work.

“It’s these buttons, honey, care to help?”

Your red painted lips are pouty, voice sultry.

He could never say no to you, remember? Shimmying off his overcoat, he tosses it over a chair on his way to you, shoving the sleeves of his shirt up to the bridge of his elbows as soon as he got the cuffs undone. Just like with your cheek, you barely feel when he finally reaches up to unbutton the first one, your body tensing at the sudden touch.

A shaky exhale passes your lips, one he hears, and smirks at. Though, you’re not able to see with your back towards him. He steps closer to you, so close you can feel the warmth permeate from his body and soon you also feel the warmth of his breath tickle the shell of your ear as he whispers, taunting you.

“Did I scare you, baby?”

You let out a soft giggle in reply, arching your back enough to place your ass firmly back against his crotch. You smirk inwardly when you feel the outline of his bulge beneath his dress pants.

Your plan was working perfectly.

He hisses underneath his breath, and once again, you feel his breath. This time, it was on your neck. He had to pull away from you to both undo the last button and make sure he didn’t lose control right then and there and ravish you.

Patience, he thought, all in due time.

He wanted to be sure that this night went off without a hitch, everything had to be perfect.

He had to be perfect.

You deserved nothing less.

“Baby?”

He snaps out of his inner dialogue to see you staring at him with your brows cutely pinched together, one hand is on his cheek and the other on his racing heart.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine!” He blurts out, wide eyed.

“Jimin–,”

His hands are cradling your neck and his lips silence your worried tone. He couldn’t let this night be ruined by his need for things to be perfect, he needed a release, he needed to calm down, he needed you.

Feeling the urgency in his kiss, you reciprocate it full force. You pull away from the kiss long enough to utter two words.

“Dress. Off.”

He makes quick work of helping you slide the dress down and step out of it. It’s nothing but a thick pool of fabric on the hotel room floor, long forgotten. Your hands find purpose of their own with helping him unbutton his dress shirt, cursing when you get frustrated on the last button cause it won’t pop open. He lets out a breathy chuckle at your actions and he’s about to help you until you do the unthinkable.

You rip his shirt wide open.

His eyes are comical, mouth agape, though you pay no mind. Your sole focus being held on his last piece of clothing that’s keeping you from a night of pure ecstasy. Once his pants are off, he leads you back towards the bed where he has you sit down on the edge.

Within moments, he’s kneeling in front of you, hands pushing your thighs open so he could slot himself between them, his face now perfect height with your breasts. He kisses the valley between them, peppering light kisses on the skin he can access while his hands slide their way up your thighs and around your back to unclasp your breast’s lacey (and sexy) prison.

You let out a big sigh of relief at the restraint being gone, feeling like you can breathe more properly without the blasted thing.

“Oh, thank god.”

You moan out loudly, he just chuckles fondly, one hand coming up to caress the underside of your left boob, while his hot breath blows on your right nipple. The action causes goosebumps to immediately sprout along your body, and you shiver, nipples instantly hardening.

He takes the newly hardened bud in his mouth, suckling on it like a newborn child would. You head rolls back against your shoulders, hands supporting your full body weight as you lean back on the bed on your palms.

His other hand begins tweaking the nipple gently, and you sigh softly. When he shifts his mouth onto the other nipple, he greedily grinds his crotch against the side of the bed to get some kind of friction. He grunts over your nipple, accidentally biting it from his own personal moment of pleasure.

You let out a gasp at the unsuspecting nip, and he’s immediately looking up at you with a guilty expression, eyes full of worry.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to–,”

“Do it again, please.”

Though you give him permission this time around, he doesn’t want to actually hurt you as bad as he just did. Moreso, he just rakes the tip of his teeth over your nipples, and judging by your quiet moans, he knows it still has the same effect. He high fives himself inwardly.

Lost in your little world, you don’t notice the sneaky hand that begins to slither it’s way off your boob and down your stomach, straight towards your warm, and increasingly more wet, center. It’s not until you feel a cold digit slide it’s way underneath your matching lace panties and through your puffy folds do you twitch in shock, gasping lowly.

It takes everything in your power to hold yourself up, especially when the single digit becomes two. Your soft pants start to grow louder, and the way your constricting around his fingers lets him know that you’re close. With the newfound nipple biting kink in mind, he administers the same amount of pressure against your unsuspecting nipple a second time.

“Fuck.” You grind out loudly between clenched teeth, arms finally giving out from the force of your orgasm as your body lightly shakes. Jimin is quick to follow your now laying body, scattering sloppy and wet kisses anywhere he could reach as you slowly came down from your first high of the night. He slides his hand back out to then place the two digits into his mouth. Through half lidded eyes, and a heaving chest, you watch the lewd act, it only fueling your hunger towards your husband.

When he notices you staring, he lowers his hand to let you have a taste of your own essence, that of which you readily wrap your mouth around and suck on as if it were something else (wink wink).

His eyes darken as he watches you, the now very prominent erection he has is prodding the inside of your thigh, twitching dangerously close to your dripping, aching, center.

And that moment would come, soon.

But for now, you needed to repay the favor.

Gaining a second wind, you place your palms against his bare chest and push. He lands with a soft “oof” below your now raised form. Your now bare center hovers over his still clothed cock, you sliding the material off before he even hit the bed. All it takes is one slow grind against his girth and his boxers are damp, both from his precum and yours.

One perfectly manicured hand finds the waistband of his boxers and lifts it up high, only to let it go, a sharp ‘SNAP’ resounding throughout the room accompanied by a hiss from the male underneath you. The twitch of his length lets you know he enjoyed it, so, you do it again. Once, twice, three times. Each time he grinds his teeth, not once taking his eyes off of you.

With one last hard grind against his clothed cock, you decide to lift yourself up enough to free him from his own cloth prison. His erections stands prominently, and you kick your lips in anticipation. Lowering yourself down to his crotch, you gently grab the base of his shaft. Your small hand barely covers the girth, but what you can’t reach, you make sure to use your skilled tongue instead. His head instantly drops to the bed and he groans in relief.

Your mouth takes as much of him in as you can, though it’s not much. During your lewd act you make a silent promise to yourself to work on your gag reflex in order to take more of him in in the future. But for now, he’s beyond satisfied with what you can do. The other hand that’s not stroking his shaft is fondling his balls, his thighs clenching when you do so.

“Shit. Baby, you’re so fucking good.”

You hum in acknowledgement, the subtle vibrations doing wonders to his already sensitive member. He begins lightly thrusting into your mouth, triggering your gag reflex as he begins to hit the back of your throat. You try your best to stay latched around him, but when you feel the urge to throw up is when you finally pull away to gasp for breath.

His head lifts to apologize, cause that’s just now he is, even during hot sex. No words make it out, not when your mouth finds his balls and sucks a whole one into your warm, wet, cavern with ease. Now that? You can do.

“Fuck—yes. I’m so close. I’m so–,” he whines cutely, body becoming tight and taught. You know he’s about to cum, so you put yourself into his favorite position. Boobs pressed together and mouth wide open, you wait. Not even a second later does the first rope of cum shoot out and land on your tongue. Even though you want to swallow it, you know more is coming, so again, you wait. And you’re not disappointed.

After his heart rate comes back down, does he finally prop himself up on his elbows to look at you. You’re a sight of pure, unadulterated, sin.

He can’t believe that you’re all his.

Not giving s fuck whatsoever that you have his cum all over you, he’s pushing himself up the rest of the way to press his lips against yours, tongues joining in a battle you always lose, but you don’t care. He can taste himself, and compared to your essence, his is flavorless.

Not wanting to wait any longer, you take the initiative and during the sloppy kiss you direct his still hardened shaft directly into your awaiting hole. He moans loudly into your mouth, feeling your tight, velvety walls around him constricting already. With one hand behind him on the bed in order to keep his upper body propped up, he uses his other hand to place his thumb over your swollen bud, rubbing figure eights over it with ease.

The assault on your throbbing clit has your ass bouncing readily on his cock, and he does his best to thrust up in time with you to make sure you feel him deep inside of your cavernous walls. You do, and fuck, is it glorious.

It’s when his hips begin really snapping into yours, his heels digging into the mattress in order to get the perfect fucking angle, do you become an incoherent and blubbering mess above him. The kiss is long forgotten, but your chanting his name like a mantra over his parted lips and pleading with your eyes to–

‘please, please, please let me cum’.

“Is my baby going to cum? No, is my wife going to come? Come on, honey–,” he thrusts sharply one more time into you.

“Cum.”

And you come undone with a watery wail, nails digging into his shoulders as your body wracks with the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever had in your life. It’s not long before his own body becomes rigid, his hands securing themselves around your still quivering form in a vice as if he’s scared he’s going to lose you.

You both eventually collapse back onto the bed, sideways, in the same position you both found yourselves in when you first came into the room. It only takes a few mere seconds of staring into each others eyes before you both burst out laughing hysterically at nothing.

When the giggles die down, and silence once again takes over, you look at each other again, but this time you both have smiles on your face, both full of love and content in one another.

If this is the kind of life you get to live for the rest of your days, if he’s the one person you ever get to love, you could die truly happy.

His hand once again reaches up to caress your cheek, and you place your hand over his to hold it there, rubbing your thumb gently along his knuckles.

His voice is soft, loving, sincere, and true.

“I love you, Mrs. Park.”

Diminishing the small gap between you two, when your mouth is hovering against his do you speak your own truth.

“I love you, more, Mr. Park.”

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