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suga-kookiemonster · 7 months
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satisfy 06
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summary⇢ “listen,” taehyung says, eyes wide and eager as he smiles at you. “i figure we can just help each other out. i scratch your back, you scratch mine.” but when you find yourself suddenly in need of a massive favor, exactly how much scratching are you willing to do? pairing⇢ seokjin/reader, namjoon/reader, taehyung/reader, …..jimin/reader word count⇢ 4.8k genre⇢ smut | escort!au | ceo!au (kinda) warnings⇢ none, really. just a few suggestive memories and oc having a crisis 👀 a/n⇢ and now, my dear friends, we finally make it to the epilogue! 🥹 thank you to everyone who has stuck with this fic over the years, and i'm extra grateful to everyone who has dropped in my inbox at any point to scream their feelings about it to me--as well as everyone who has enjoyed it enough to reblog and share! 💜💜 you guys are the ones who really keep me coming back to share my writing on this hellsite, and i truly, truly appreciate you for helping keep fandom fun and alive. i hope you've enjoyed this ride as much as i have enjoyed taking you on it! 🥰😈 mood for this chapter is this song~ thanks again, everyone! 💜
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Just as they were scheduled to, your employers jetted off overseas, leaving you to your own devices for the next three weeks. You weren’t going to lie—it felt bizarre for your calendar to be so open after months of near bursting due to constant activity. But honestly? It was truly refreshing to suddenly have so much downtime. And after your last Kim encounter, you definitely felt your break was well-deserved.   
So, you used the sudden breathing room to catch up on other parts of your life that had been suffering. The next few days were spent burrowed beneath the covers and gloriously unconscious, your truly exhausted body ensuring sleep to be your first priority. Initiating the wildest sexual encounter you had ever had—and probably would ever have—on a Thursday meant that you luckily only had to miss one lecture, and you happily did so, knowing the slides would be online for you to look over later. And though you weren’t asleep the entire weekend, even when you were awake, you didn’t part with the comfort of your bed for long—eating takeout in it and watching true crime documentaries in it and actively ignoring the way your skin tingled when your mind strayed to the other activities you had done in it not too long prior. 
(And if you were being honest, it was a little hard to not linger on what you had done. On what you so easily allowed the Kims to do.) 
When you did allow yourself to linger on it, it almost felt like a fever dream. Some abstract, depraved fantasy that your overactive mind had cooked up. But the ache in your muscles, the tenderness of your pussy—these were tangible proof that it had all been real. That the flashes of hot tongues and gasping breaths and shivering pleasure that kept creeping back, no matter how you tried to distract yourself, were memories, not figments of your imagination. You knew you should probably feel some sort of shame over it, but honestly? Other than astonishment that this was what your life had become, other than the expected fatigue—
You only felt satisfied.
Satisfied that your own needs had been spectacularly met, of course, but also with the knowledge that your employers were even more satiated than you, and that you had done that. You couldn’t help but glow with a sense of pride when your doorbell rang one afternoon and you were handed a gorgeous flower arrangement, the corresponding card detailing that the unexpected, expensive gift was from Kim Seokjin. Months ago, you probably would have felt mortified to receive them—especially with the intimate knowledge of what exactly he was thanking you for—but you had earned those flowers, dammit! Earned that, as well as the absurd amount of money Namjoon unceremoniously wired you in between the texts he sent you every few days to check on you. 
You always gave your all to whatever you set out to do, and this was no different. You were a hard worker, period. No one could fault you for being pleased with the successful results of your efforts.     
So yes, you spent those next few days relaxing and recuperating and feeling rewarded. And when you finally felt enough like a human to leave your nest of pillows and blankets, you used your newfound freedom from distractions to catch up on other parts of your life you had been inadvertently ignoring—the first being your schoolwork, and the second, Jimin. 
You did a double-take when your text thread showed that the last time you had messaged him had been a week and a half ago, unbelieving. Though busy, the two of you never went that long without at least checking in, and for him to not reach out either? You couldn’t help but worry that maybe he had forgotten about you. Found someone much more interesting, someone prettier and much more available to be showered with his attention than you. 
But luckily, your slow spiraling was immediately halted when the timid Hey you sent him resulted in his bubbly, smiley face-filled reply barely a second later. 
And so now, there you were, meeting him in person for the first time in over a month.
“Sorry I’m late,” you told him as you approached the table, slightly out of breath from your hustle there. “Traffic was crazy and the Uber driver seemed afraid of driving, or something? Like, this probably isn’t the job for you if driving in the city makes you that nervous.” Because yes, when Jimin asked if you could meet him for dinner, you were surprised when he chose a spot downtown. And you were even more surprised when you finally arrived and realized that said restaurant was apparently an upscale hotspot, especially considering the meals you usually shared together consisted of nothing fancier than takeout or something you could grab from the convenience store.
He immediately stood up to wrap you in his arms, giving you a comforting squeeze that reflexively had you melting into the warmth of him before he let go. God, he smelled good. “Glad you made it in one piece,” came his amused reply, eyes twinkling as he reached over and politely pulled your chair out for you.  
You did your best to tamp down the familiar delighted butterflies that always sprung up within you when you were near him. There was something more pressing that needed to be addressed. “Jimin,” you hissed out the corner of your mouth, warily looking around. “You didn’t tell me this restaurant was so nice! I would’ve dressed up more.” Because as it was, your simple cocktail dress wasn’t really cutting it. The tables had cloth tablecloths that no doubt were removed and washed between each seating. There were multiple chandeliers sparkling from the ceiling, for fuck’s sake! Jimin had told you to wear something more on the nicer side, but he never told you this nice, and you could tell immediately that you were underdressed. You had been so excited to see him again that you just got in the car without even bothering to google the place first. 
Jimin waved a dismissive hand, visibly unbothered as he retook his own seat. For his part, he had actually taken the time to throw on a rather smart blazer over his dress shirt and slacks, his hair carefully styled and slicked back. “You look beautiful, as you always do.”
Your eyes shifted to the table, a shy but pleased smile inching across your lips. “Thank you.”
“Thank you for meeting me. I was worried you’d forgotten about me.”
You couldn’t help the incredulous snort that escaped you. “Me forget about you? No, of course not, Jiminie. I’m sorry for dropping off the face of the earth—I’ve just been so busy—”
Jimin’s raised hand halted your rambling, the gentle crinkle of his eyes calming your frazzled nerves. “Don’t worry,” he smiled. “I totally get it—I was just teasing. I could tell you had a lot going on, and so I just didn’t want to bother you. You have nothing to be sorry for.” 
Didn’t you, though? Would he feel the same way if he knew just what had been taking up all your time? You reflexively swallowed, sifting uncomfortably in your seat. “Yeah, school has been running me ragged.” And it’s not a lie. Just not the full truth.
“No kidding. I think I got seven hours of sleep total last week, so like I said, I totally get it.” Before it even registered that he was reaching for you, his hand was already enveloping yours, thumb rubbing soothing circles into your palm. “I’m just happy we have the chance to get together now. I missed you.” 
You felt yourself immediately soften into putty at his admission. “I’ve missed you too, Jimin,” came your soft reply. Dazedly, you tried your best not to visibly show how much his unexpected touch was making your heartbeat skyrocket, but from the pleased curl of his lips, you weren’t entirely sure you were successful. 
It didn’t matter, because just as easily as he had reached into your space, he was now letting go, pulling his appendage back to his side of the table to pick up his menu.  
As if waiting for a lull in your conversation, the waiter chose that moment to approach your table. “Welcome to Serendipity. Have the two of you dined with us before?”
“I haven’t,” Jimin replied, expectantly looking your way for your response and finding you scrabbling for your menu instead.
“Me neither,” you squeaked, flustered that you had been too busy making heart eyes at Jimin to even give it a cursory browse. “Is there anything you recommend?”
The waiter reached over a little to direct you a slip of paper on your table that had gone unnoticed until this moment. “You can find our current specials here—I’m a big fan of the salmon, but everything on there is excellent. And we’re actually currently running a dinner for two special, that’s been really popular. One appetizer to share, two entrées, and a dessert to share.”
Yes, it didn’t surprise you that that would be popular—along with how nice the restaurant was, you had noticed immediately when walking in that it was filled with couples who were clearly having romantic nights out.
“I think we’re still deciding on food.” Jimin’s voice cut through your thoughts. “But can we please see a wine list?”
Wine? Your brow raised, not opposed, but surprised. In all the time you’ve known each other, alcohol has certainly never been a stranger—you’ve had late night study sessions together, accompanied by chicken and beer; you’ve gotten shitfaced together at bars after particularly rough exams. But something about this felt…different. In this restaurant, much fancier than you anticipated, surrounded by couples, sitting across a candlelit table from where Jimin was poring over a wine selection that you knew had to be really expensive—this was undoubtedly more intimate.  
You idly cleared your throat, not daring to linger too long on the dots your mind couldn’t help but connect. Because it obviously couldn’t be that. It had to be a coincidence.
“_____,” Jimin said, the slight raise in his voice cluing you in that this wasn’t the first time he had tried to get your attention. “How does this one sound?” 
You blinked our of your thoughts, finding both him and the waiter looking at you expectantly. “Whatever you choose is fine!” you croaked, slapping on a smile for good measure.    
“Excellent choice. I’ll bring it right out,” the waiter said with an affirmative tilt of his head, and then the two of you were alone again. 
It was quiet for a bit while you both properly perused your menus, though from the corner of your eye, the curious glances Jimin was sending you didn’t escape your notice. You were acting weird. You were acting weird and he could clearly tell you were acting weird, but ever since you noticed the restaurant’s romantic atmosphere, you couldn’t help it.
“These prices are kinda wild, huh?” came your attempt at normal conversation.
Jimin took it in stride, lips curling in amusement. “Yeah, they’re definitely overcharging for those stuffed mushrooms. But don’t worry about it—I invited you out, so this is my treat.”
You shook your head immediately. “No, no, I can’t let you do that! I was just making a comment. Don’t worry, I have enough money to pay.”
He let out a bemused sigh, shaking his head, and if you didn’t happen to be looking directly at him, you might have missed him say under his breath, “You’re not gonna make this date easy for me, huh?”
You immediately choked on your own spit, eyes bugging at what you thought you heard. “D-Date?” you repeated incredulously.
Jimin’s spine went stiff, eyes widening as if he hadn’t meant to say that out loud. You could only watch in amazement as it was his turn to look shy, pointedly averting his gaze to his menu and letting out a chuckle that sounded suspiciously nervous to your bemused ears. When you continued to gape at him, waiting for some sort of explanation, he was forced to continue.
“Yeah,” he hedged cautiously. “That’s what I’d hoped. Would that be a bad thing?”
You couldn’t answer right away, staring him down like he had grown two heads and wondering when he was going to burst out laughing with a Gotcha! You should have seen your face.  
Always one for great timing, the waiter chose that moment to come back with your wine, taking his sweet time pouring it into each of your glasses and cheerfully chatting about the region it came from. You didn’t hear a single word, too focused on the way Jimin studiously avoided your stare, on the noticeable flush that had risen up his neck and was fanning across his cheeks. It was only after you apologetically asked for more time for your meal orders—your mind too frazzled to pick something on the spot—that he left again. Jimin took a long swig from his wineglass.
“Sorry,” he murmured, still not looking at you. “I probably should have let you know my intention beforehand, but I was nervous you wouldn’t come, or I’d chicken out of doing it, or—”
“Your intention?” you parroted dazedly. 
Another generous swallow of wine, the liquid courage coaxing his eyes to meet yours. “I wanted to take you out somewhere really nice,” he admitted. “Show you a good time and work up the nerve to properly ask you out again.”
“On a. Date?” Your lashes fluttered, an involuntary response to your brain short-circuiting. “With me.”
His lips twitched. “Yes, with you, silly.”
“Why?”
“You’re really going to make me say it? Before our food gets here?” He was fiddling with his napkin, but despite his clear nervousness, his gaze was now unwavering and his voice was clear. “Because I like you, _____. I have for a long time.”
These were words that you had only heard him whisper in your wildest dreams, when your subconscious thoughts were no longer being restrained by your common sense. And as such, you could only gape at him, sure you were about to wake up any second.
Your unintentional silence triggered Jimin’s tongue into overdrive, and you could only struggle to make sense of his rambling as he proceeded to tell you how much your friendship meant to him and how he was afraid confessing how he felt would affect it, but he just couldn’t take it anymore. How his feelings for you were growing by the day, and the recent time spent away from you was maddening and only confirmed to him how much he wanted to be with you. And so he felt he had to at least put it out there and try.
And the longer he talked, the more your eyes welled up with horrified tears, panic gripping you by the throat and squeezing, tight, tight.
This was nothing short of a nightmare. 
You would have never agreed to your arrangement with the Kims if you had thought in a million years Jimin would have ever been a serious option for you. 
Absolutely not. You would have swallowed your pride, maybe taken that loan from Tae instead. Would have also taken as many odd jobs as you could to pay him back, would have forgone sleep completely and struggled a ten times more than you were now just so you could pay off your debts. Hell, you would have even just fucking dropped out. Would have taken the semester off and attempted to come back whenever you could scrounge up the appropriate funds. 
But never, never ever, would you have done what you had done. 
Because now, not only were you contractually unable to be with the man you’ve—in an attempt at self-preservation—refused to acknowledge you were in love with, but even if you found some legal way to quit now…there was zero chance Jimin would still want you when he knew. Less than zero. And you couldn’t blame him for that, because who would?
Beyond overwhelmed, you did the only sensible thing you could in that moment—you burst into tears.
Your sudden sniveling immediately halted Jimin’s rambling, eyes wide in alarm and looking every bit as distressed as you. “Ah—don’t cry!” He leaned over the table, cradling your face in his hands and swiping your tears with his thumbs. “You don’t have to feel the same way, _____. I’ll get over it, please don’t cry—”
“No,” you blubbered, beyond miserable. He couldn’t be more wrong. “I do! Jimin, I feel exactly the same way, I just…” Your eyes welled up anew, unable to tell him the truth. “I c-can’t.” 
“You can’t?” he repeated, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. His eyes roved your face for any possible answers, nibbling slightly on his bottom lip in thought. “…Is this…” His thumbs were still caressing your cheeks, gaze gentle and open as he quickly glanced around to see if anyone was paying the two of you any attention. When it was clear no one was giving your table more than a few curious glances, he said quieter, “…Is this about the arrangement you have with Tae?”
Everything froze. Your eyes locked, Jimin patiently waiting for your reply. Hysteria trickled through your veins, held only a bay by the disbelief slamming into you harder than a freight train. “W-What arrangement?” you blurted reflexively, a touch too loudly to be believable. 
It was Jimin’s turn be caught off guard, hands slowly dropping from your face and returning to his side of the table, though he was still leaned over it so he could still whisper to you, “You know.” He looked at you pointedly, mouth downturning a bit in his confusion. “With him and his brothers. The arrangement.” 
Jesus Christ, this was not happening. There was no way that this was actually happening to you. There was no way that the man who unknowingly held your heart in the palm of his hand was fully aware that you were fucking his best friend for money. Deny, deny! “I’m not sure I know what you mean.”
He didn’t say anything for a few moments, still visibly puzzled. But the two of you only sat in an awkward silence for a few more moments before he snapped his fingers, a light bulb clearly going off. “Ah! You can’t say anything because you signed an NDA, right?” 
You swallowed thickly, unable do anything more in that very moment than stupidly stare at him like a deer in the headlights. 
“I’m sorry, that was stupid of me,” Jimin chuckled, smacking his forehead for good measure. “I don’t know why I didn’t realize that sooner. Obviously you’re under NDA.” 
You weren’t sure how to respond to that. Weren’t sure from the gentle smile he was now sending you if he even expected a response from you. Luckily, Jimin kept talking. 
“But it’s okay—I already know everything, so you don’t have to hide it,” he reassured you. You didn’t feel assured. You felt like you were in the Twilight Zone. “Taehyung told me about your agreement when you started it months ago.”
If you were flustered before, that was nothing on what you were feeling now. Now, half-thoughts were ricocheting across your brain too quickly for you to grasp anything of substance but your internal screeching. “You know everything?” you repeated incredulously. This time it was you who leaned over the table, meeting him in the middle. “Taehyung told you?!”
“Of course he did!” Color rebloomed across his cheeks, but he didn’t shy away from the bewildered stare down you were giving him. “He’s my best friend and he wanted to make sure he wouldn’t be stepping on any toes. He…knows how I feel about you.” When you only continued to stare at him, he nervously added, “Who do you think got me the reservation for this place to begin with? The waitlist is literally a year out.”
“I’m sorry, I just—” You pulled back so you could reach for your wineglass, allowing yourself a few healthy sips to give your mouth something to do other than flap about like an idiot while you stalled. Jimin didn’t call you out on it, just waited patiently and topped off your glass when you set it back down again. 
You took a few steadying breaths, ultimately choosing to lean back closer to Jimin. To the casual onlooker, the two of you were just another couple making heart eyes over a romantic dinner. And considering the rather lewd and illegal turn your conversation had just taken in this very public place, that only worked in your favor. “Let me get this straight,” you whispered, carefully choosing your words in case you still managed to garner an unwanted audience. “Taehyung told you the deal he has with me. Months ago.” Jimin nodded. “And you’ve known this entire time about our…arrangement, but never told me you knew.”
“I swear I didn’t at all mean to keep that a secret,” he murmured, expression contrite. “I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or embarrass you or anything like that, so I’ve just been waiting on you to bring it up at your own pace. But I didn’t take into account that you would never bring it up because you would be under NDA, which, again, now that I say it out loud was an extremely stupid assumption of me not to make. I’m sorry.”
“So. You have feelings for me,” you reiterated, ignoring the delighted shiver that raced up your spine at the words. You had to be sure. “But it didn’t bother you that your best friend…propositioned me? You have no problem with me being…involved with him and his brothers?”
“You were caught between a rock and a hard place and the grind never stops. You know I know that better than anybody,” he replied with a shrug. He swallowed, discreetly ensuring no one was paying the two of you any attention before he added, “You think you’re the only one who’s sucked dick for money?”
Your eyes widened, jaw dropping a little before you could catch it. Was he…implying what you thought he was implying? There was no way. You had to be reading into it. 
But ultimately, all of this was irrelevant. When the ghost of Seokjin’s mouth on you came to you unbidden—the phantom weight of Taehyung’s body, the haunting reprimand of Namjoon’s stern hand—
You shook your head, unsuccessfully dispelling those unwanted, lingering thoughts. Your gaze skirted to the table, despondent and embarrassed as you finally set free your hushed admission. “Jimin, I’ve done more than suck dick for my money.” 
There was a pause, an agonizing one that felt like an eternity, and then he was lifting your chin with a finger and guiding you to meet his eyes.
“Again.” He reached for your hands, thumb tracing patterns over your knuckles. His smile was a soft secret. “You think you’re the only one?” 
He held your gaze, not looking away even though your mouth just flapped uselessly as you struggled to regain your bearings. So he did mean—
“Does knowing that bother you?” Jimin asked quietly, expression now carefully neutral. Seriously asking, and giving you the proper space to process and answer. “Does it change anything?”
“No.” The truth, though delayed, left you as easily as a breath. He was still Jimin. “Of course not.”
Jimin’s resulting grin turned his eyes into crescents. “Soooo…what I’m hearing is that we’re clearly on the same page and are both Team Fuck Bitches, Get Money.” 
Boy, did you wish you could smile back. Wish you could share in his obvious relief. But while you assumed his exploits were in the past, the same couldn’t be said for you, who was actively under contract. “Jimin, I’m still…employed,” you couldn’t help but point out. “And still will be for a while. That really doesn’t bother you?”
“It really doesn’t,” he insisted. But your continued hesitance had him pulling back from you, hands busying themselves with reaching for his wineglass as he carefully asked, “Should it? Is there something else I should know?” A couple sips of wine to steel himself before a  cautious, “Do you have feelings for any of them?”
“No!” you blurted. Despite the amount of time and intimacy you had been spending with the Kims, romantic feelings had never even crossed your mind. Your pussy certainly felt some things when she was getting some action, but your heart had never gotten involved. Your heart was too busy crowding in your throat at that very moment, threatening to fling itself at the man in front of you.
Jimin took your sincerity for what it was, a pleased twist to his lips. “Then it’s all fine with me. And again, Tae’s been aware from the beginning that I’ve been intending to ask you out, so that expectation has been there since the beginning. All three of them agreed to the deal knowing that I might be in the picture if I ever decided to put my big boy pants on and tell you how I feel. They’ve been expecting it, so they’re cool with it.”
“They’re cool with it,” you parroted blankly, completely flabbergasted. This was absolutely not how you foresaw this night going, and you never would have thought your life would ever take a turn like this in a million years. “They’re cool with it, and so are you?”
“I don’t mind sharing your time,” he shrugged. “So long as I’m not sharing you.”
“And you don’t see that as the same thing in this…situation?” you asked incredulously. “That doesn’t seem fair.”
Jimin puffed out an amused laugh. “Wow, you really are trying to talk me out of this, huh?”
You waved your hands. “Absolutely not, that is the last thing I want! I just. I come with a lot of baggage, and I don’t want any of it to come as a surprise. As busy as I’ve been the last couple weeks? That’s becoming a reoccurring normal. And Jimin, I just feel really shitty.” You swallowed. “Because I can’t promise you everything that you deserve to be promised right now.”
Jimin’s face softened as he listened to you, visibly much more comfortable now that you had successfully reassured him just how badly you wanted this. And oh, did you want it. You weren’t sure how this could ever work, but god did you want it to.
“Not fair,” he repeated under his breath, eyes glazed over in thought. “Hmmm.” 
“Is there anything I could do?” you hedged. You weren’t really sure what that could possibly be, considering the ironclad situation you were in. But now that you had been given a glimmer of your heart’s desire, you couldn’t let it fade away. Not if you could help it.  
His reply wasn’t immediate, still lost in thought. But when his eyes finally refocused on you, smoldering and intense, you couldn’t help the way your breath caught in response, the way your heart quickened. “Here’s an idea of what we can do to make it fair. What if you continue to work for them, just as you are now. And then…” 
He was thoughtlessly swirling his wineglass, momentum pulling the ruby liquid into slow, circling waves that would be rather hypnotizing if you weren’t already caught in the snare of his gaze. When he leaned across the table again, the way you followed suit was as easy as breathing. A lovesick sailor willingly lured to possible danger by a siren’s song. “Whatever you do for them, you do for me. How does that sound?” 
You let out a soft breath, just the thought of it immediately electrifying your every atom. Sparks danced excitedly beneath your skin, his soft, sultry tone curling your toes in their shoes. 
“Fair.”
His Adam’s apple dipped excitedly, lips parting.
“So sorry to interrupt,” someone suddenly said from beside you. It was the waiter again. You had completely forgotten about him. Completely forgotten everything other than the restless tap of Jimin’s fingers against the table. “I just wanted to check in to see if you were ready to order?” 
“Yes, I think so.” You didn’t look away from Jimin—still hadn’t even glanced at the menu. Your tongue swiped over your lips, and his gaze darkened in response. 
“But I think we’d like it to go.”
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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
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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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Hey I love your work so much !! I might be new to your page but I already can’t get enough 😂. Is it alright if you do Jimin from BTS as a dad ? That would be amazing !!
i appreciate that so much!! thanks so much for your request - this was so fun to write and i hope u enjoy it!! xx
DAD!BTS: jimin as a first time dad ♡
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jimin is ready for a baby right after marriage. he loves being your husband, but he just can’t wait to be the father of your babies and have little ones running around.
when you find out you’re pregnant, jimin doesn’t want to leave your side even for a second. he’ll walk with his arm on your lower back at all times and won’t let you do anything that could possibly strain yourself.
the day his daughter is born, jimin can’t stop the tears as he gently holds his little girl in his arms for the first time, stroking her soft face and telling her that he was going to do everything in his power to protect her.
although he had tried to prepare for fatherhood, jimin wings it half the time. but very early on he already seems to be a natural, sensing when his little girl is about to cry and somehow always understanding what she needs.
parenthood is all about teamwork with jimin. since he stays up later than you, he’ll let you rest and take care of your daughter when she cries during the night, and you’ll let him sleep in and take care of her in the mornings.
his favourite sight when he wakes up is walking into the kitchen to see you having breakfast next to your baby girl in her high chair as you chat to her and she babbles back. jimin stands in the doorway for a few minutes with a warm smile on his face as his heart melts at how cute his little family is.
your daughter is a daddy’s girl from the day she’s born. she always wants to be in his arms, and will only stop crying when she see’s jimin’s face. you’ll often find yourself frantically facetiming him throughout the day with an upset baby in your arms just so she can calm down.
jimin takes his daughter with him everywhere in her little stroller. she loves going with him to parks and cafes and picnics and even to his work where all his members coo over how cute she is.
he’s obsessed with squishing her cheeks and making her laugh is his favourite sound ever. you’ll often come home after a long day to find him lying with her on her play mat, making her giggle for hours.
of course your baby’s first word is ‘dada’, which jimin never stops bragging about. he’s be so proud that he even calls all his friends and family just to prove it.
jimin definitely cries when she takes her first steps. he’s so proud of his little girl on such a milestone and he immediately whips out his phone to send videos of his little girl wobbling around to his friends and family.
jimin is the type of dad to record everything. his entire camera roll is full of his daughter and she loves posing for the camera with different cute poses that jimin teaches her. he would definitely have her as his phone background at all times.
even though he loves spending time with his daughter, jimin makes sure to have dates nights with you often because you both rarely have time for each other in your hectic days. he makes sure to shower you in compliments and he holds your daughter in his arms asking her, “how pretty is mama?” while you’re getting ready, to which your daughter babbles back.
he’s very protective of her and worries about her a lot. even when his members offer to have your daughter over for a sleepover, he wants to know what she’s doing every moment and wants to call her every second to make sure she’s okay without him.
she’s got jimin wrapped around her finger too. he gets on his hands and knees to check under her bed for monsters every single night, and he’s the type of dad to drive half an hour back home if she calls him crying because he forgot to give her a goodbye hug.
as your daughter gets older, jimin really loves her showing pictures or the two of you when you were younger, everything from photos from your first date to your wedding videos.
his daughter grows up to be a lot like him. she rarely gets in trouble, and she’s definitely a high achiever in school which jimin is so proud of. jimin is her biggest supporter, and he’s the type to throw a party the day she becomes class president in elementary school.
he’s best friends with all the teachers and other parents, and all of his daughter’s friends love him too. jimin wants to be very involved with her studies and even stays up late at night with his daughter when she needs to finish a project.
overall, jimin would be such a supportive dad who would make his daughter his entire world🤍
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Romeo Taehyung take me somewhere we can be alone..I'll be waiting...💍🤵🏻
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swmeltem · 7 months
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Leader🤌
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curi0us-gh0st · 25 days
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OK...
I was thinking about writing a very heavy anguish with winrina, inspired by the seven husbands of evelyn hugo, based on evcelia, but I know it's going to be heavy, like, I might cry the whole process but man, it's going to be perfect, it's just going to hurt like hell.
Karina as Evelyn, Winter as Celia...
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I already feel the pain...
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lifeonjk · 2 years
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Pov: jungkook is your boyfriend and you go camping with him
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Fav rt if you use
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Namjoon Married x reader drabble (This is lowkey a draft lmao)
Summary: You go to dinner with the some of the older women in your husband's side of the family and learn that most of them stop becoming affectionate with their S/As. And you present that fear to your husband.
Tags: Fluff, Smut (only the end!)
A/N: I just wanted to post something because I promised to post like a month ago or something like that lmao. WARNING: THIS IS NOT GOOD BABES <3 just something to post. I got the idea from some manga I was watching a review on!! (idk the name lmao) If you see something that i could approve in let me know!! I'm trying to get better! <3
The sounds of clicking and clunking of forks on empty plates and shy giggles fill the air, accompanied by the soft music from the piano on the other side of the dining room.  The giggles fade into full on laughter in front of my face. I laugh also as I’m brought back to reality (this is so dramatic idk how to introduce a scene lol)
“No, I’m serious! He might give me a kiss on my birthday but he doesn’t really kiss me anymore.”  She laughed along with the other women. She being my husband’s older cousin. And the other women at the table are the women in my husband’s family. We have brunch as often as we can. 
“Oh you get used to it.”  She laughs
“Oh trust me! I am! My husband hasn’t touched me in years.” Another cousin spoke that’s around the same age. My eyes widened. Years? I thought. My husband and I can’t go more than a couple of days without touching each other. Months sound ridiculous to me, so, YEARS sounds miserable!! Well Apparently I said “Years” out loud and everyone nodded and exclaimed yes. 
“Look sweetly. Being together or married to someone for a long time makes you a lot less interested in affection after a couple of years.”  One of the older aunts explained to me.
“Exactly! Cherish every intimate thing Namjoon does. Because one of those times is gonna be the last.” They laugh. 
They continue to lightly chuckle about the situation, I join in so they don’t see my genuine reaction to these statements but, this really bothered me. One day, Namjoon won’t be affectionate with me anymore? 
After dinner, I headed home. I’m putting in the code to enter my shared apartment with my Husband. 
“I’m home!” I annouce while I take my shoes off. 
“Hi babe!”  I hear my favorite person’s voice say from the living room. I walk over there after dropping my bag at the door. I get to the couch to meet eyes with my husband's literal Million dollar smile. His eyes do that thing when he darts his eyes off the tv to lock with mine. 
“Hi baby.” He greeted me once again. He puckers his lips for a greeting kiss. I go to accept it when I remember - Cherish every intimate thing Namjoon does. Because one of those times is gonna be the last. I dramatically straddled his waist and attached my lips to his. I take in the warm fuzzy electric shock feeling I get when our lips touch. Because that shock might dim soon. 
He was obviously taken back but grabs onto my waist and starts to move his lips with mine. We make out for about 5 minutes before Namjoon breaks the kiss. We pant for a couple seconds. He laughs lightly.
“Wow. What was that for?” He smirked happily, q1ewq1but with confusion. 
“I just missed you so much.” I panted. He chuckled and pecked my lips. 
“You were only gone for 4 hours.” He tucked one of the hairs behind my ear. As I look into his eyes and see the warmth and complete utter love in his eyes. I smile sadly.
“Joon, will you love me forever?” I think out loud. The smile on his face faded and was quickly replaced with confusion and worry. He sits up a little.
“Where is this coming from?”  He asked
“Just. I-.” I avoid eye contact for a second before I look at him again.
“ During brunch, the ladies were talking saying that after some time, they all aren’t as affectionate  with their husbands anymore!” I exclaimed. 
“And then, One of your aunts said to me ‘Cherish every intimate thing your husband does. Because one of those times is gonna be the last’ and never want you to stop being affectionate with me. That sounds like a miserable life to live. I never want to go months let alone YEARS without any affection from you! That would break my heart!”I scramble out. 
“Joon, I love you so much. And I want to receive your love, affection, kisses, hugs, cuddles and hand holding for the rest of my life.” I breath out the last of my intrusive talking. He looks up at me with squinted eyes. 
“Y/N. As much as we are affectionate, you think that will just stop one day? Is that what you're saying?” He asked in a scolding tone.
“Well. Yeah I guess. It seems to be pretty common.” I mutter. Hearing him say it makes it sound kind of funny. 
“Babe. Nothing about our relationship is common. My love for you will only get stronger honestly. Never weaker.” He sat up a little more. 
“Y/n, I married you so others know my love for you will remain for the rest of my life. And I meant it when I said `til death do us part.” My eyes widened. I didn’t think my random over reaction for the day would lead to us having this deep of a conversation. In my head I thought he would chuckle and kiss me til I forgot about it. 
“J-joon.” I sadly say
“Y/n. I will love you forever.” He says so truly I feel a warm sensation through my whole body. Before I can respond he leaves a peck on my lips.
“And ever.” Another kiss. “And ever.” Another one. “And ever.” As he plants a thousand kisses all over my face. I laugh as I lay on the couch and stop fighting back to the kisses. 
“I didn’t actually think you would actually give me an answer like that.” I laugh. 
“Y/n it’s the truth!” He said while planting the last kiss.
I straddle his lap once again.
“ Well just so you know, I will love you forever and ever.” I say while peppering kisses on his thick lips.
“You know what else they said they haven’t done with their husbands in years?” I say while unbuttoning my top. He looks at my hands to try to see as much as he can as each button comes undone. 
“They said that they haven’t had sex in years.” I pout while I finally reach the last button and take off my top. Leaving me in my lace black bra.  Namjoon stuttered out a groan when my top came off. 
“I know baby, sounds like hell.” I koo at him. “I couldn’t imagine going a week without you, let alone years.” I whisper seductively into his ear. 
“You’ll never have to worry about that babe.” He sighed out. I can feel his rock hard Friend under my crotch. He stands straight up with no struggle, while gripping my thighs. I hesitate for a second before I wrap my legs around his waist. “I’ll be fucking you, forever.” He whispered while carrying me to our bedroom.
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raplinesmoon · 8 months
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whoever styled BTS at the Grammys in 2020 I hope your pillow is cold on both sides
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95zintheirownworld · 1 year
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jimin thanking armys for taes birthday wishes remains high up in the top 10 most married vmin things. gets me every time he does it.
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ladyelainehilfur · 3 months
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for a second I thought that guy was Jimin from BTS
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suga-kookiemonster · 1 year
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the rest of bts: *ends song with the bulletproof hand sign*
vmin: *makes out instead*
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thedoctorsthings · 1 year
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getting married to bts
pt 4: namjoon
- namjoon definitely plans out the proposal
- but he keeps it simple
- he takes you up on a walk on one of the hills surrounding Seoul
- then after walking so long that you start to suspect something 
- you think he’s either gonna propose of finally kill you
- then you get to a place where you’re all alone
- he went up that hill a while ago to find the perfect spot
- he get’s on one knee and begins a speech about you
- by the end you’re both crying but he insists on finishing it
- he plans the wedding just as much as you do
- you end on an vintage themed wedding
- in a castle probably or some other old building
- you don’t invite a whole lot of people, just family and friends
- on the day his confidence starts to falter
- what if you start doubting, what if someone ruins the wedding
- but you don’t doubt for a second and when he’s standing at the altar he’s more confident than ever seeing you walk towards him
- when you walk down the isle he tears up a little
- he’s the happiest man in the world
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ot7 lesbian bts stans who are married are the REAL evelyn hugos of this world
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blushedarmybunny · 2 years
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Domestic Chaos | Park Jimin One Shot
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✙ Pairing: Husband! Jimin x fem reader
✙ Genre: Fluff, Established relationship! au, Dad! Jimin au, Slice of life.
✙ Word Count: 1.8k
✙ Summary: Minjun turns 1 but Jimin is far away.
✙ a/n: this is a continuation of the events of Domestic Bliss
*:・゚✧ all rights reserved©
Jimin was outside of Korea for work, he was in a business 3 day trip in Thailand promoting his brand, the trip has been delayed for a few weeks so he had to pack his things up last minute and go, you usually support him in whatever he does but you were not ok this time he left because the trip was dangerously close to your youngest son first birthday and as usual it was huge celebration with family and friends, all planned by your mother in law, he was supposed to arrive back home two days prior the event so it wasn’t on the deadline but deep inside your instinct was telling you that things would not go as planned.
And indeed you were not wrong, in the morning making breakfast for the kids the second day he was gone you turn on the news, for your surprise and horror, a big storm shut down everything and the airport was closed until the weather was safe to fly, you almost dropped Myungkyu’s plate, later that day after taking your eldest in school and Nakyum in kindergarden leaving you with your almost one year old Minjun in the house, you gave him his bottle and he took a nap, now with complete privacy you facetimed your husband, he picked up the call few seconds later.
He as per usual looked hot as hell but a little tired as well, he gave you a shy smile, implicitly you both knew what going to happen, and he being the one absent you could tell that he was a little bit guilty about it.
“Hi babe, I saw the news how’s everything over there?” you asked him worried.
“Hi my love, I’m ok, I mean the weather is crazy outside, all my plans are cancelled, but yeah” he said looking around his hotel room “How’s my boy?” you knew he was referring to Minjun.
“Asleep, thanks heaven” you responded “I saw that the airports are closed, you think you can make it home on time?”  you knew the answer but still you needed some assurance.
“I’m so sorry, my darling, I know it’s going to be stressful but i can’t do anything about the weather condition.”
You shouldn’t be mad about this, but you didn’t like the idea of this big celebration all by your own, especially when you didn’t even want all this, your mother-in-law was the one planning everything, she did this with your other kids as well.
“And I’m sorry for missing out our little Minjun’s first birthday” he added “it hurts me not being there for that special moment, and It kills me seeing you dealing with this by your own with so much stress” he looked down serious, Jimin really mean it.
“Gosh I wished I had stopped your mom before she decided to make this big party, I mean, our other kids don’t remember theirs, Minjun will not remember this! is that a big of a deal if we don’t do it this time?!” you said frustrated grabbing your hair.
“You know how my mom is, she goes overboard, it doesn’t hurt anybody” He suddenly said in defensive mode, if you know something is that Jimin is a mama’s boy, they are so close, and their relationship was cute to you, but sometimes just sometimes, you wished that his mom could stay away on some matters, because Jimin let her do whatever she wants and that created tension that was building up.
“It affects me, honestly Jimin” you reminded him “Like we just move out, house still renovating, kids on school plus activities, one hyperactive toddler and a baby, throwing a big party was the fucking cherry on top and you are not even gonna be here!” you wanted to cry out of frustration but you didn’t want to Jimin seeing you like that because you know he would try to deviate the conversation to comfort you and you don’t needed that right now, that could be done when he comes back, right now you wanted to vent.
“You didn’t have to lift a finger to organize this party, it was my mom in charge of everything and you know why?, because she knew that you were busy, she is not doing this because she wants to be an insensitive cunt, so why don’t you appreciate her efforts!” he said that in louder tone that you didn’t like at all.
“Watch your mouth, the point of all of this is that this party was no needed at all Jimin, we could have perfectly done something small and special for a freaking 1 year old! She didn’t HAD to get involved!” you bite back, his eyes became darker, you knew this was his sign of getting mad.
“My mom is such a monster, oh no she wants to throw a party for her grandson, she is so awful, I can’t believe it” he said sarcastically, you rolled your eyes at his response.
“Jimin shut the fuck up, we are having this conversation in the first place because you don’t know how to say no to your mom” you spited at him, he had to know the truth after all, he seamed taken aback at your words.
“Be careful, I would not tolerate any disrespect towards my mom or other member of my family” he warned lifting a finger pointing to you, you crossed your arms.
“I’m your family too!” you almost yelled.
“Yes, but my mom is not talking shit about you at your back, isn’t she?” he said bitterly.
“It's not talking shit if I’m stating a fact, you literally let your mom do whatever, and I love Mijeong, but it’s your mom and I can’t be the one setting the limits, that is your job” you hit a nerve because he made that sound with his mouth that he does when he is irritated or when he knew he lost the argument.
“Yeah whatever, but the party it’s happening anyway, so why are you making things difficult?” he said playing with his fingers, you felt irritated at his statement.
“I could get through this if at least you were present, but now I would have to go alone to your friends and family asking me if Minjun is the last one, or referring me to good doctors to not get pregnant again, because that’s how they think of me, like I’m so dumb getting knocked up again and again.” There it is you said it, you let it out of your chest, the thing is that you were terrified to be left alone with his friends specially his friends wives, they were clearly accustomed to a more hedonistic lifestyle, travelling, shopping, partying, only two of them had kids, Taehyung and Hoseok, they had two and one respectively, and their wives were more empathic towards you, you know by their questions and gestures that they pity you at some level, because you have 4 kids and were not able at the moment to do all the things that you enjoyed, and lately you feeling a little miserable because of the pressure, you would feel a little better though if you had your own friends by your side but your mother in law only extended the invitation to your immediate family and that was it.
His eyes opened up, and his mouth parted a little, he brushed with his fingers pink strands of hair that were on his face.
“Who said that to you?” he asked serious.
“Jimin they don’t have to say it directly to me, but probably at the party without you around they might not be so subtle” you told him brushing your arm with your hand.
“If that happens you tell that to me, and they would have to repeat it to my face if they are so brave” he said in a low tone ”You understand that, my love?” you barely nodded.
“Look at me, yn” you did what he said “Our children, all of them, are our blessing, they are so wanted and loved, and every one of their needs are met, and most important their parents love each other intensely, we have four because we want to and we are able to, I’m not and I will not regret ever having any of our children, you might kill me, but I really don’t mind having another one when Minjun is a few years old, I love our family and I love you” he said without hesitation or doubt, which made your heart full with joy.
“I love you, Jimin but you are right I might kill you because you are crazy if you think we can handle a 5th child” you joked, he smiled at you, that imperfect sweet smile that you adored so much.
“You are in charge of course, you have the final word” he added “I hate to fight with you, I hate myself more for not stopping earlier and validate your discomfort” he said.
“it’s ok you are tired and I’m tired, its natural it happens…” a baby’s crying interrupted you, it seamed that Minjun woke up from his nap “Wait a sec” you stood up and went to look out for your son, the little baby boy calm down when you finally took him in your arms, you went to the living room and seated in front of your phone, Jimin smiling at the sight of his youngest son.
You really thought this time it will be a girl, you were not fixated on it, but you were just a little disappointed, Jimin thought it was funny, but seriously though, Minjun turned out to be just the perfect mix of the two of you, this time taking more of your features than Jimin’s, he was healthy and happy, and it was all that mattered at the end of the day.
“Hello little one” Jimin said to his son “Daddy miss you and your siblings so much”
Minjun smiled recognizing his father’s voice immediately, he gave little jumps.
“I’m sorry for not going to your birthday party, but don’t you worry I’m gonna bring you some gifts” you rolled your eyes at his spoiling tendencies.
You knew Minjun was hungry so you put him on your lap and took your breast out of your strapped tank top, the baby immediately started feeding, the action didn’t go unnoticed by Jimin who watched every move.
“He is very hungry” you said to Jimin, who nodded fixated on your breast.
“Babe?” he call for you.
“yeah?” you responded without looking at him.
“Mind me if I call you later in the night, for some private time” he had this almost raspy voice, that made you raise an eyebrow because you knew exactly what he was referring to.
“Maybe…if they kids go to bed early” you said to him giving him the look that he knew so well.
“Can’t wait”
You hang up the call minutes later blowing Jimin a kiss and he saying goodbye.    
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might write what happens in the late videocall between yn and Jimin (smut) comment if you want to read it.
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This hairstyle Jungkook is top tier. Bring I back please! 💜
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