#jikook drabbles

[jmvore]

Say Yes (2) | pjm + jjk

‹ previous | next › » warning(s) › stalking, jikook missing you hours, nothing really happens » pairing(s) › jungkook x reader x jimin | student(s) x professor » word(s) › 1.1k+ » note(s) › yes. this is a repost from @/googikoo <3. also, I have to re-write the first chapter because it got lost in the void. so for now... just bare with me until I remember what the hell I wrote lol.

[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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[jjungkookislife]

halloween prompt: little mouse couple but they ask jimin to join after a game

Suck and Blow

pairing: little mouse!jk x reader x jimin

warnings: alcohol use/mention, weed, implied smut

"This is stupid," Namjoon huffs as he smokes his good shit from his pipe.

"Good thing nobody asked you," Seokjin retorts as he passes the blunt to Hoseok.

"Yeah," Hoseok agrees as he takes a deep puff.

"Nobody asked you," Namjoon retorts before coughing.

"Can we get on with it? Amelia and I have plans." Yoongi huffs as he shuffles the cards in his lap.

Everyone knows shuffling the cards doesn't matter. Taehyung lights a joint, passing it to Jimin, who takes it graciously.

Jimin doesn't start a fuss like Tae would. He takes his turn and passes the joint to you.

"We have plans also," you state as you hit the joint before passing it to your boyfriend.

Jimin rolls his eyes.

"Fucking in his room doesn't count, sweetie."

"Can we not?" Seokjin steals the joint from Jungkook. He takes two puffs and hands it to Jimin. "Let's get on with it."

"Okay, tonight's game is...!" Hoseok drums on his thighs as Jungkook pulls you onto his lap. You feel his hard cock press against your ass and you moan.

"Suck and Blow!" Hoseok announces.

"You expect me to suck Tae off in front of everyone?" Jimin asks with wide eyes. "Because we're down!"

Hoseok shudders. "No! Ew! No!"

You giggle while Jungkook slides his hands under your t-shirt.

"It's the card game. You suck the card and blow it to the person next to you."

"That sounds boring," Namjoon retorts from his spot by his bedroom window.

"Nobody asked you!" Hoseok retorts.

"Shut up!"

"Can we start?!" Seokjin asks as he eyes Yoongi with the deck of cards.

"This is a mess, "Jungkook whispers as Yoongi takes a card to pass to you.

You suck it and then pass it to Jungkook. Jungkook passes it to Taehyung and the game goes on until nearly everyone is eliminated.

You pass it to Jungkook again and he passes it to Yoongi, who misses and kisses Jungkook.

Both men laugh as Yoongi is eliminated. You pass it to Namjoon until he gets eliminated and it's just you, your boyfriend, and Jimin left.

You suck as Jimin blows, giggling when he ends up losing. You pass the card to Jungkook, who lets it drop just to kiss you before the game ends with you as its winner.

"Come to bed?" Jungkook asks as he laces his fingers with yours and then Jimin's.

Jimin's eyes widen.

"I don't think I should," he protests.

"You can if you want," you giggle as you cling to him. Jimin chuckles as he takes your hand and then Jungkook's. He leads you to his bedroom.

You kiss him while Jungkook watches from Jimin's bed. You join him minutes later, stripped down to your underwear.

[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.

[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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[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.

[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!

[inkedrkives]

🐥 baby can i pls be player one

🐰 no

[iampsv1]

📌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

[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!”

[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.

[ugh-yoongi]

hi! hope youre well!! would u mind putting together a taehyung rec list whenever u have the time? 🥹 happy holidays!

decided to combine these while i have a quick minute! thank you both for asking, hope you find something you enjoy in here. :)

most of these works contain mature themes/content. please heed tags and do not engage with any explicit work if you are a minor!

i know there are a bunch i’ve forgotten (and i feel like i see jimin/tae fics the least these days???), so please reblog and share your own work and your faves!

taehyung x reader

a human touch by @snackhobi

heatwave by @curly-bangtan

too long; didn't read by @fortunexkookie

upstream colour by @honeymoonjin

backseat serenade by @jungkxook

just a taste by @xjoonchildx

let it snow by @suga-kookiemonster

everything by @gukyi (special shoutout to good luck charm tho)

all of @here2bbtstrash's drabbles

jimin x reader

catch your drift by @snackhobi

into the wilderness by @gukyi

the devil in his details by @johobi

warm hands (ice cold heart) by @hobidreams

florezco by @honeymoonjin

red flag by @xjoonchildx

dreamy by @1kook

point of no return by @wwilloww

the shape of your body by @here2bbtstrash

menace by @eoieopda

good for you

as always, member x member fics under the cut!

member x member

taegi/yoonmin: see yoongi recs here

taejoon/minimoni: see namjoon recs here

vhope/jihope: see hoseok recs here

taejin/jinmin: see seokjin recs here

taekook/jikook: see jungkook recs here

you're only brave in the moonlight (vmin)

paint (vmin)

ring the changes (vmin)

you keep me up at night (vmin)

help me hold onto you (vmin)

i will make you whole (vmin)

hooters on peachtree (vmin)

meaner than mean (vmin)

you know i know (vmin)

the only one who makes me (vmin)

you are my bravest everything (vmin)

[jjungkookislife]

hot tub with jimin and jungkook please

Are You Sure?

pairing: jikook x reader

warnings: hot tub, stripping, implied smut

"Simon says..." Jungkook pokes his cheek with his tongue as he thinks of something to say. "Touch your nose."

"My turn!" you shout as you move your hand off your nose. "Take your tops off!"

Jimin and Jungkook both remove their tops before realizing you didn't say Simon says. They laugh at each other, splashing you in retaliation.

"We got excited!" Jimin giggles as Jungkook nods.

"You have to pay attention!" you roll your eyes playfully as you sink further into the tub.

"My turn!" Jimin announces with a wicked grin.

You don't protest as you go to Jungkook's side.

"Simon says, kiss Jungkook!" Jimin giggles as he leans forward to kiss Jungkook. He grabs Kook's black hair, kissing him as if his life depends on it. You watch from the sideline as Jimin nips Junkook's pierced lip before releasing him.

"Your turn," Jimin states as he sits on the edge of the hot tub. Jungkook looks at you expectantly, and you kiss him. He grabs the back of your head, deepening the kiss, groaning when you moan his name.

"Take your top off!" Jimin hollers, and you do so, not realizing he hasn't said, Simon says. You don't care as you straddle Jungkook, kissing him as his hands grip your hips and then move upward to your waist.

"Fuck," he curses.

Jimin bites his lip as he watches the two of you. You part from Jungkook lon enough to welcome him. Jimin kisses you eagerly, moaning your name when you suck on his neck while Jungkook kisses him.

"Let's take this to the bedroom," Jungkook suggests, and you both agree as you get out of the hot tub to shower and continue in the bedroom.

[chimchimmarie]

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Word Count: 700ish

Summary: Seeing your ex-boyfriend again after ten months since the breakup. He looks better than he has ever been. You try to show him you’re okay, but little does he know, you’re not.

Featured Song: “How Are You?” By Dylan Brady and Rosie

AN: Hello everyone! I’ve started a new writing series featuring songs that I personally love. I like sad, angsty songs. So I’m giving you a heads up on the songs I’ll be featuring. They will most probably be the type that’ll rip your hearts out and make you remember every sad breakup you’ve ever had. I listened to “How Are You?” By Dylan Brady and Rosie while writing this one. This wasn’t heavily edited, So I’m sorry for any errors. I personally made the banner for this fic. I don’t own any of the pictures.

Time seems to stop the moment you found his eyes. You were walking in while Jimin was walking out. The little cafe you used to frequent with him suddenly was filled with a nostalgic air that hurts you but awakens something in you at the same time. The memories cripple you and you stay planted where you stand. But your eyes have never left his.

Jimin is your ex-boyfriend. It still feels so wrong to call him that. It’s like your whole being hasn’t been acclimated to the fact that you’re nothing but mere strangers now. The denial is still there—alive and kicking, like the breakup only happened yesterday.

In reality, You’ve probably meant nothing to him since that cold December day. It has been ten months. He doesn’t know it, but he still means the world to you until now.

“How are you?” His deep honeyed voice still sends a shiver through your skin, leaving goosebumps in its trails like it’s the first time.

You bit your tongue and just smile.

“I’m good.” You lie.

You could lie to him and to everyone else, but you couldn’t lie to yourself.

You were not good. You were far from being good. You were not okay. There’s this big hole in your heart. The same heart that hasn’t been beating since Jimin ended things.

You were barely living. But here you are. You’ve managed to act like you still have a life, when all you really were was a shell—hollow on the inside, devoid of anything that resembles life.

Perhaps Jimin doesn’t realize that he had taken everything with him the moment he left. Everything. Including your heart and all the love and hope that had breathed life into it.

It’s been months and months of barely struggling to survive. Months and months of drowning in your own pool of tears night after night. It feels like forever now but you still find yourself replaying the night you lost him, wondering how you could have prevented it, how you could have done more, how you could have made him change his mind.

Every night you look at the ceiling in your cold bedroom, thinking about Jimin and how he said he didn’t know how to love you anymore.

Every night you cry and wish you can change it all. Every night you whisper a silent prayer for him to come back.

Deep inside, you wish he’d known how bad it hurt to lie. To say you’re okay when you’re not. Like what you’ve been doing since he left. Every time someone you knew would ask you how you were doing, you’d say your fine. But it rips you to pieces each time.

The pain is so bad that you want so desperately to say you’re not okay. That it’s hard to breathe. That it’s hard to live. That your world has been upside down ever since he hasn’t been in it.

But here he was. He looks better than he has ever been.

He dyed his hair that honey blonde you’ve always liked. His cheeks are full and rosy. He has that sheen of happiness radiating through him. Just like the Jimin you remember. The Jimin who was yours.

It’s nowhere near the Jimin who broke your heart. The one who begged for you to let him go, to forget him, to stop loving him, like it was so easy.

This Jimin is full of life. This Jimin looks so happy now. This is the Jimin you fell in love with.

How is he not dying even just a little bit?

How is he already over things?

How is he already over you?

“It’s… been a while.” You add, looking into his eyes. Those angel eyes that had you weak in the knees then, as you are now.

“How are you?” Your voice faint, almost a whisper. But Jimin caught it.

You manage to ask back like the hole in your chest isn’t burning just looking at his perfect face.

He gifts you a smile. Soft and knowing.

And just like that, you break all over again.

[twinkminnie]

꒰ 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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Arranged Marriage series (Jikook) part 1 :

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joondimples Master List

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⟡ Hi! Welcome to my writing master list. Here, you’ll find all my works organized by ship. Feel free to check out my ao3 as well to read everything I’ve written and subscribe to get notified whenever I post new fics!

♡⃕ namkook

⋆ Cotton Embrace Series

Explicit | Ongoing | All works are one-shot Omegaverse | non-trad A/B/O au | Jungkook-centric | Hurt/Comfort Alpha x Alpha Namkook | Strangers to Lovers | Fluff | Angst

⋆ Cotton Heart Explicit | Completed | 35.6k Strangers to Lovers | Angst | Fluff | Smut ⋆ Courting 404 Explicit | Completed | 17.4k 5+1 things | Established Namkook | Fluff | Smut | Jealousy ⋆ give me more Explicit | Completed | 5.1k PWP | Fluff | Smut | Alpha in Rut

⋆ want a cake? General | Completed | 5.7k Strangers to Lovers | Meet-cute | Hurt/Comfort | Fluff

⋆ the thing about the sky and you General | Completed | 1.4k Drabble | Established Namkook | tw: Suicidal Ideation | Hurt/Comfort Sad Namjoon | Sweet Jungkook

⋆ past lovers' kiss Teen | Completed | 1.4k Drabble | Established Namkook | Forehead Kisses | Hurt/Comfort Sad Namjoon | Sweet Jungkook | Namjoon's dimples & moles appreciation

⋆ Sing Me Your Song Teen | Completed | 14.7k Soulmate AU | Age Gap | Uni Student Jungkook | TA Namjoon Fluff | Self-doubt | Getting Together

♡⃕ namgi

⋆ Between Books Teen | Completed | 7.6k College/University AU | Library AU | Mutual Pining | Fluff

⋆ what if we kiss on a flying broom? Teen | Completed | 13.9k Fantasy AU | Strangers to Lovers | Yoongi-centric | Meet-cute Slice of Life | Fluff | Broom Technician Yoongi | Wizard (Ecomancers) Namjoon

⋆ Echoes of the Rooftop Garden Mature | Completed | 14k Strangers to Lovers | Yoongi-centric | Meet-cute | Fluff | Pining Oblivious Namgi | Love Confessions | Touchy-Feely

⋆ love aboard Explicit | Completed | 5.2k Strangers to Lovers | Yoongi-centric | Meet-cute | Fluff | Pining Oblivious Namgi | Love Confessions | Touchy-Feely

♡⃕ namgikook

♡⃕ vmin

⋆ stretch me, split me open Explicit | Completed | 13.2k Roommates AU | Friends to Lovers | Porn With Plot | Fluff | Smut Floor Sex | Flexibility | Multiple Orgasm | Anal Sex | Praise Kink

♡⃕ yoonkook

♡⃕ jinkook

♡⃕ namseok

♡⃕ sope

♡⃕ koobi / hopekook

♡⃕ jikook

♡⃕ taekook