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nino-rox · 8 months

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Jungkook x Male Reader

Content Warning : NSFW Gay Smut, sexual themes (Degradation), Hookup Culture, College Au, Top Jungkook and Bottom Male Reader.

Disclaimer : This is a Fan-fiction story written for entertainment purposes only, no part of the story implies or affirms anything regarding real world events or individuals. Please be of the appropriate age ( i.e, Adult as per your country’s stipulations and regulations) before interacting with this post.

Y/N, a bicurious 19-year-old boy, finally ended up downloading and setting up Grindr (gay hookup app) on his phone; snuggling into the covers of his small bed in his dorm, Y/N decided to see if this whole “Grindr” thing would really be worth his time. He was nervous about using it, especially considering he had never had a sexual encounter with another guy before (or a girl, for that matter). But if all went well, he would at least find out what it’s like to have sex with someone else. Y/N was pretty attractive, which made him receive several messages from guys within minutes of setting up his account. But after exchanging some messages, Y/N found himself interested in one particular message that said: “If you want something dirty, come by my room.” Being unsure, Y/N decided not to go. However, as soon as he left the app, the thought returned, and Y/N realized that he wanted to try having sex and losing his virginity - was a random hookup the best way to do this? No, but he quickly rushed over to room 205B, the room that said “something dirty” in his DMs (direct messages). It wasn’t long until he arrived, finding it empty. So he tried knocking on the door, only getting silence in return. After a few moments, the door opened slowly to reveal Jungkook standing before him. He appeared shocked, surprised that Y/N was actually showing up, yet somewhat amused. A moment later, Jungkook stepped aside, letting Y/N enter. The two were barely inside when Jungkook pushed Y/N against the wall and kissed him passionately despite his initial reluctance.

Y/N immediately wrapped his arms around Jungkook, and they started making out as hard as possible. Within seconds, Jungkook removed Y/N’s shirt, unzipping his pants and pulling them down with his underwear simultaneously, reaching down to grab Y/N’s cock, stroking it while looking straight into his eyes. They continued kissing, with Jungkook pulling Y/N towards him, leading him towards the bed, pushing Y/N down onto it as he sat on top of him. While on the bed, Jungkook unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them down and off his legs. Jungkook took Y/N’s hands, placing them on his waistband and pulling off his boxers. Y/N reached inside, grabbed Jungkook’s penis and jacked him off while staring right into his eyes, feeling his pre-cum drip onto his fingers. Soon enough, Jungkook was rock hard.

The two continued to kiss as they groped each other’s naked bodies. With both of their bodies bare, Jungkook began rubbing his ass cheeks, eliciting groans from Y/N, which made Jungkook smirk. Then, without warning, Jungkook flipped Y/N onto his stomach and began kissing his ass cheeks while whispering things like how much he loved his fat ass and wanted to taste it. When he got to Y/N’s asshole, he kissed it and rubbed it gently, trying to get Y/N used to it. After a while, Jungkook licked it lightly, causing Y/N to moan loudly and beg him to lick harder. That is exactly what Jungkook did. Slowly and softly, he inserted his tongue into Y/N’s ass, making him squirm in pleasure and make little noises of approval. Then he slowly stuck his finger into Y/N’s ass, stretching and exploring every inch. He kept going deeper, causing Y/N to groan louder, almost like he was in pain. To ease his discomfort, Jungkook licked and sucked Y/N’s anus in between strokes, and then once he felt like Y/N was enjoying it, he moved his face closer to Y/N’s asshole so he could give him more intense tongue thrusts. This only made Y/N moan even louder.

Meanwhile, Y/N had an erection he couldn’t hide, pressing hard against his stomach. Luckily for him, Jungkook had noticed it, which turned him on even more. As he licked Y/N’s hole, he occasionally paused to tease Y/N’s hard-on, squeezing it and pulling on it until it grew even bigger and harder. Soon enough, Y/N felt like he was close to cumming. His moans grew louder, and he knew that Jungkook could hear him. When Jungkook finally took notice of Y/N’s rising desire, he licked up Y/N’s ass, licking it as fast as he could before moving on to Y/N’s balls, licking and sucking them too. After taking care of Y/N’s balls, he looked up to see that Y/N’s head was tilted downwards, and his ass was raised off the bed. He assumed Y/N was getting close to orgasm, which made Jungkook stop and lightly spank Y/N. “You ready? I’m going to put it in now,” Junkook said as he put on a condom. He made Y/N get on all fours so that he could fuck him from behind. With Jungkook guiding his penis into Y/N’s body, he paused and slowly eased it in, trying to be gentle, especially since he was still new to anal play. But Jungkook wanted to speed up the process, so he picked up his pace and pressed hard against Y/N’s ass, pushing as far as he could into him. He was finally fully in Y/N’s ass. With that done, Jungkook stopped momentarily to enjoy being in Y/N’s tight ass. Once he regained his composure, he pressed forward and began fucking Y/N harder than he ever had fucked anyone else.

Meanwhile, Y/N let out loud whimpers while his G-spot was hit every time and didn’t make any complaints, enjoying every second of the rough fuck that he was receiving. Jungkook continued fucking Y/N, pounding him as hard as he possibly could. And Y/N responded by pushing his ass back against Jungkook, wanting more. Jungkook obliged and increased his speed, railing Y/N so hard the bed started to shake. Y/N moaned so loud he was sure the entire dorm heard it. Jungkook liked that reaction and kept pushing harder, even roughly slapping Y/N’s ass. Not satisfied yet, Jungkook pulled out of Y/N’s body and positioned himself above him. Before he entered, he turned Y/N over and told him, “Tell me how good this feels.” He placed his hands under Y/N’s ass, lifted him slightly off the ground, and slammed his dick into Y/N’s ass as hard as he could, making Y/N moan and scream. Jungkook kept doing this, making Y/N whimper with each stroke. It was now Jungkook’s turn to moan and scream. He didn’t want to come yet, so he stopped after slamming into Y/N’s ass six times. Instead, he switched positions and shoved Y/N onto his back, pinning his wrists above his head while continuing to fuck him. As he fucked Y/N harder, he became increasingly aggressive and demanded Y/N call him “Daddy”. That is exactly what Y/N did, making Jungkook smile. And it was clear to him that he was giving Y/N pleasure, as Y/N kept moaning, calling Jungkook daddy over and over.

The pleasure was only increasing as Jungkook fucked Y/N harder and faster. Jungkook began biting Y/N’s neck as Y/N moaned loudly. After a couple more minutes of fucking Y/N hard, Jungkook finally unleashed his load as he held Y/N’s dick tight, stopping Y/N from cumming and making him elicit sinful moans. He then pulled out and made Y/N lay down facing his cock and tightly grabbed Y/N’s jaw, making him open his mouth wide for Jungkook’s cock, as he pulled his used condom off. Jungkook then leaned forward and slowly slid his still-hard dick into Y/N’s mouth, making Y/N gasp for air and gag as Jungkook started to aggressively throat fuck him. Y/N wasn’t expecting such extreme force, but he certainly enjoyed it. Meanwhile, Jungkook was breathing heavily, moaning in pleasure. He loved it when his dick was deep in Y/N’s throat. And he knew he wouldn’t last long either, so he didn’t wait for permission and simply went ahead and fucked Y/N’s throat. He began going faster, slamming his hips into Y/N’s face, hitting the back of Y/N’s throat as hard as he could, making him gag and cry out in pain, even though it didn’t hurt that bad. As Jungkook was fucking Y/N’s throat as hard as he could, he leaned forward and whispered, “That’s right, baby, Daddy wants to hear you say it. Say ‘Daddy’,” Jungkook said as he pulled out again - Y/N’s mouth overflowed with sticky saliva; Y/N did as ordered. “Daddy!” Jungkook smiled, knowing he had gotten through to Y/N. As he fucked Y/N’s throat harder, he whispered, “I’m gonna fill your throat with my cum. Are you ready?” Without waiting for an answer, Jungkook slammed his dick back into Y/N’s throat. At first, Y/N gagged, and his body shook from shock, but he didn’t want to disappoint Jungkook, so he forced his lips closed and sealed his mouth shut as Jungkook went as fast as he could. And soon enough, Jungkook felt his climax coming on strong, which caused him to slam his dick even harder, caring less about whether Y/N would be able to talk again after this or not. Tears streamed down even faster down Y/N’s face as he felt his climax building. Jungkook smirked, looking at Y/N’s eyes and his fucked out expression as he slowly moved his hand down Y/N’s chest to pinch his nipples, making him moan in pleasure and squirm underneath him, sending vibrations in his throat, pushing Jungkook over the edge. “Aaaahhhh!!! SUCK IT! SWALLOW MY CUM!!!” Jungkook shouted loudly as he came in unison with Y/N, his cum coating the walls of Y/N’s throat, leaving him choking and gasping for air.

As Jungkook calmed down, he looked down at Y/N and smiled. He knew that they were both horny as hell after that one. Jungkook leaned in and gave Y/N a passionate kiss, tasting his own cum on his tongue as they aggressively made out. When they broke apart, Jungkook asked, “Are you okay? Do you need to catch your breath?” “Y/N...” Jungkook chuckled, not surprised that he’d say something so corny. “Of course I do,” Y/N said as he sat up, panting, and then realized what happened. He began coughing violently and quickly spit out some cum that had gotten into his lungs. Jungkook chuckled as he helped Y/N stand up. Once they stood, he bent over and brought Y/N in for another kiss. “Umm, thanks for letting me take advantage of you again,” Jungkook teased as they finally broke apart. “Don’t worry about it,” Y/N replied. “Was that your first time, baby?” Junkook asked, smirking, their faces still close. “See around,” Y/N said, winking as he walked out the door. Before he shut it, he heard Jungkook say, “You’re welcome here anytime.”

Author’s Note: Please Request/DM if you want me to write part 2!

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nathrecsblog · 11 months

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Can you recommend me any jikook fic

friends to lovers au , it would be great if they were one shots .

Fic rec/ jikook

Hi I'm gonna give you my favorite ones, and if you need more recommendations on friends to lovers au tell me , there are a lot in my bookmarks.

fallingforyou (one shot).

Friends? (5 chapters)

Bind My Soul to You (one shot). I love this one so much

on his skin (one shot)

Coffee + Filter (one-shot)

I was always yours ( 21 chapters)

One Little Chance (4 chapters)

When The Heedless Sun Captures The Moon ( 4 chapters)

Sad memory ( 41 chapters)

Hello, stranger (2 chapters)

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avocardorablegirl · 6 months

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[#PHOTOS📸] TODAY SHOW - Jung Kook Getty Images🤍✨

#jungkook abs #jeon jungkook #jeon jungguk #jungkook #jungkook ff #jungkook sexy #jungkook cute #jeon jungkoooook #baby star candy #kookie #kookmin #kookv #kookiiee #kook icons #jungkook smut #jungkook seven #jungkook scenarios #jungkook solo debut #kim taehyung

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7waystreet · 2 years

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fitting room | jikook

synopsis — when the naughty employee catches you and your bf getting touchy in the fitting room, he won’t let you get out of trouble so easily

genre — fluff; smut

warnings — 18+ language and sexual content, oral sex (male receiving)

word count — 1.6k

"Soooo (y/n), where should we go first? Prada, Chanel, or Gucci?"

"Awww but you know I don't need that expensive stuff."

"Babyyy, it's for your birthday though! My girl deserves the best."

After finishing an extravagant dinner at a nearby restaurant, you've somehow ended up at the mall with Jimin for an impromptu shopping trip. Your birthday's in a few days and you have a feeling Jimin's definitely planned a surprise party for you and bought plenty of presents already, but being the adoring boyfriend he is, he always goes an extra mile and treats you well.

Jimin clings around your waist from the back and waddles while stumbling over your heels as you both continue walking past the fancy stores in the mall. He giggles and refuses to let go, instead pressing a kiss in the nook of your neck, instantly sending a shiver down your spine.

"Hey watch it! We're in public!" you remind him in a whisper, your cheeks burning red when a few people turn their heads in your direction.

"I'll kiss you all I want" he complains in a big pout, giving you more pecks as you both giggle together from the way he loves showing you off.

The announcement on the loudspeaker reminds you the mall will be closing in just about 30 mins, and since it's pretty late, you and Jimin both enter the nearby Chanel and quickly start browsing the clothes section.

"How does this look?" you ask for your boyfriend's opinion, holding up a soft baby pink sweater against your chest.

"Super cute!" he flashes you a smile that you think is way cuter than the sweater you're holding. "How about you pick out a few more things and try them on in the fitting room? I'm gonna look at some perfumes and select one for you. I'll be right back."

Jimin pinches your cheeks and gives you a big smooch on the lips before he walks away towards the fragrance section. You then browse through the selection, choosing some clothes you like, finally going for the fitting rooms in the back where you see a young boy standing right outside. As you get closer though, you realize he's actually an employee.

"Hi ma'am, you can enter here and use the 3rd room on your right" he sweetly says, his thin lips spreading into a warm smile as he greets you.

The boy is tall with a cute round face and silky black hair that swoops across his forehead, almost poking into his big bambi eyes. You can't help but smile at his innocence, your eyes dropping to the name tag on his shirt that says Jeon Jungkook.

"Thanks!" you appreciatively nod at him before walking inside.

The lights are dimmer here than the store itself, a fancy glass chandelier hanging in the common area outside the 10 individual fitting rooms, each one with a velvety black curtain to block your view while you're changing. A couple of the rooms are occupied as their curtains are closed and you hear people moving around.

As you're trying on your shirts and mindlessly staring at your body in the mirror, your heart drops to the floor when you suddenly feel someone jump inside your fitting room past the curtain and firmly hold their palm against your mouth to stop you from screaming.

"Shhh it's just me" Jimin quickly whispers in your ear to calm down your heaving chest.

"Geez, you scared the shit out of me!" you gasp out in panic once he slowly lifts his palm off of your mouth.

"Sorry baby, I hurried in because I sneaked past that employee out there" Jimin cheekily grins, his hands already starting to feel around your bare tummy that's peeking from underneath your cropped shirt.

You're both staring at your reflections together in the mirror, with Jimin's chin resting on your shoulder from behind as his arms cuddle your waist and hand smoothly slides up inside your shirt.

"Damn, you look so hot" Jimin whispers, kissing your earlobe as his hand fondles your breasts, fully turning you on in a flip of a switch. He's just so effortlessly sexy, you catch yourself thinking, as he always gets you feeling horny in no time.

You swiftly turn around and push Jimin down on the comfy chair that's right across from the mirror in the fitting room, your pile of clothes on it getting smushed as he falls back into it. Slightly in shock from your sudden move, a smirk creeps up on Jimin's face as he sees you getting down on your knees in front of him, fully knowing what's about to be happening next. His hands have been all over you tonight, no doubt tempting you to want more of him, and he's finally won.

"Oooof" Jimin sighs while your fingers unbutton his jeans and pull them down to pool around his ankles, the outline of his length completely visible through his boxers as your start massaging it and getting him even harder. All you want is to taste him now.

The sight is unbelievable. Jimin sits there like a king on his throne while you pull his boxers down, revealing his throbbing cock that's simply inviting your mouth onto it. His smooth blonde hair falls in his eyes as he looks down at you, but he combs his fingers through it to push it back, his silver dangly earrings swaying by the motion. He looks cute in his white hoodie but the glimmer in his eyes is so hot and intimidating as he licks his lips with his tongue, giving you a nod to let you know you can proceed with the dirty plan you have in mind.

You lick a strip over Jimin's cock, a grunt of pleasure escaping his mouth as your lips wrap around his head and your tongue teases his tip. You take his hardened length in while stroking the part that can't fit in your mouth, slowly getting in a rhythm where you start sucking his cock while picking up the pace of your pumping. Jimin's eyes shut close, his expression now shifting to one that looks like he's in heaven from the way you're making him feel good.

"Fuck yeah, just like that" he moans, now biting onto his bottom lip as you continue bobbing your head on his length, getting it slippery with your spit, which makes the strokes even smoother.

Your panties are starting to feel wet from how hot all of this is and seeing Jimin so turned on by it. Spontaneously sucking him off in the middle of Chanel's fitting room is just what you needed to start off an exciting birthday weekend. But just then, the curtain to your dressing room abruptly gets swiped open by someone, your eyes growing wide in fear as they lock in with the same young employee who'd greeted you earlier.

"Oh- uh- I'm- I'm sorry. I thought the room was empty. I was just making sure before we close the store" Jungkook speaks in a flustered state at the sudden sight of your mouth still full of Jimin's cock, but he quickly gathers himself when he realizes the situation, and now keeps staring you down.

"Whoa kid, don't you know how to knock?!" Jimin scolds the boy out of embarrassment as you pop his length out of your mouth, your eyes still piercing Jungkook's.

"Sir, I'm gonna have to report you both to security for indecent exposure and performing sexual acts in a public place."

The sweet voice is gone within a flash as Jungkook shifts his gaze to Jimin, glares at him like he's taking revenge for being yelled at. A sharp pain beings to fill your chest at the thought of being arrested by the cops, Jimin appearing terribly nervous too when you look up at him.

"Hey... Jungkook, right? Look, we're really sorry... Could you please just let us go? We promise never to cause any trouble here again."

The doe eyes turn back to you, the emotion within them becoming softer at once after hearing your plea. The same warm smile appears on his face, but his eyes hold no innocence this time, a devilish glint sparking through instead.

"What will I get in return though? If I let you go?"

"How- how about I let you watch while we finish?"

Jimin turns pale and looks utterly shocked at your bold suggestion, but you shoot him a would you rather get arrested look, so he shakily nods his head in approval to your plan. It sounds like a good idea to you, at least in the moment, your heart desperately hoping that the twisted employee would agree to your wild proposal.

"Deal. But you have to keep looking at me while you suck him."

Jimin's jaw clenches in anger at Jungkook's words, the mischievous look in Jungkook's eyes dazzling even brighter now as you look away from Jimin and peer into his eyes instead. Your hand strokes Jimin's length a few times before putting his cock back in your mouth, continuing to suck him off while your eyes are completely fixed on Jungkook. As wrong as this feels, you can't deny the thrill that's starting to take over your heart.

You can tell Jimin's trying to forget the fact that the other boy is standing there watching you, instead just focusing on the amazing feeling your mouth is giving him. Your throat tightens up around his length as you take him in deeper, eyes still on Jungkook as you feel Jimin's thighs starting to clench while you choke on his cock.

Jimin lets out a loud sigh when he cums straight into your mouth, the warm flood of his juice hitting the back of your throat before you swallow it all up, a smirk now clearly visible on Jungkook's face as he observes you sucking Jimin fully dry.

"Should've just sucked me instead" Jungkook's lips graze against your ear when you stand up and fix your disheveled hair, right before Jimin grabs your wrist and storms you out of the fitting room.

The ones with the innocent face really seem to be the freakiest ones.

#jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jungkook fic #jungkook fanfic #bts smut #bts one shot #bts x reader #bts fanfic #bts au #방탄소년단 #jimin x reader #jimin smut #jimin fic #jimin fanfic #jimin oneshot #boyfriend jimin #jikook #kookmin #jikook x reader

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lilithbts · 1 year

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cashmere and chocolate

♡ jikook

♡ explicit

♡ written for @kmsecretsanta

♡ one-shot, 13k

♡ a/b/o, alpha jk, omega jm

♡ fluff and smut, neighbors, sexual tension

♡ read here

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omegaminie · 9 months

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love contract - jikook office a/b/o au

Summary:

To become the new CEO of Park Cosmetics, Omega Jimin must have a husband and create an heir.

After a one night stand with his Alpha assistant Jungkook, he decides to marry the Alpha and have his child.

#bts au #kookmin #jikook #bts smut #omegaverse #omega jimin #alpha jungkook #mpreg

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twinkminnie · 11 months

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꒰ 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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neoneun-na9597 · 11 months

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Chapter 3 is up!

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bbseungiee · 2 years

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“B-but-”

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

It does make Jimin happy.

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

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

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

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

♡

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

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

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

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

♡

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

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

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

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

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

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

♡

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And that something is?”

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

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

Jeongguk really was going to cry.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I have ice cream now?”

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iarchmybaculajk · 1 year

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Zombie Baby

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Chapter summary: Jimin pov, stressed from a court appearance, Jungkook tries to help his boyfriend relax.

wk: 6k

Chapter 1

The restaurant smelled of incense, and not the good kind. Just that heady warm stink that tends to choke you if you linger in a smoke shop too long. But Jimin breathed it in deeply anyways, thankful for something other than the smell of rotting flesh for once.

That was just how it went these days, everywhere you went the smell rose up from the earth the way steam sizzled on the asphalt after it rained on a hot day. It was thick and permeated everything. There were times Jimin felt like he'd be forced to shave his head and burn his clothes just to be rid of it.

Even while he silently thanked his lucky stars this restaurant had a decent ventilation system and was vehemently Anti-Undead, his eyes burned and watered from the hot sweet smoke of the incense.

He blinked rapidly and wiped a little tear from the corner of his eye as it watered, giving his date a small grimace in the process, being sure to wrinkle his nose.

"Er, yeah," Jungkook began taking a small sniff, "It's almost as bad in here. Sorry about that."

He shrugged, running a hand through his blonde hair, a small smile on his face, "It's fine, gotta fight fire with fire I suppose."

He nodded, “So I guess we won’t be taking a post-date stroll in the park.”

He laughed coolly, “That would indeed be an accurate assumption. You can’t even take a stroll to the toilet without a shotgun these days, and I don’t know about you, but I’d rather not spoil the evening by tenderly wiping brain matter off your cheek.” He paused for effect, a smirk playing around the corners of his mouth, “I’d rather kiss it.”

The grin that spread across his face was a genuine one, which was hard to come by when most of your time was spent struggling to survive or simply trying to do something as simple as grocery shopping without dealing with the nuisance that was the Zombie Apocalypse. The term only loosely applies though, as it wasn’t so much an apocalypse as it was a totally annoying and somewhat debilitating pain in the ass that just so happened to have weeded out some of the stupider people alive.

After all, this isn’t the movies, only the completely mentally incapacitated got themselves killed. How hard is it to run faster than a corpse, or better yet, fight one off? They had absolutely no motor skills and zero upper body strength. However, their fluids, which they tended to share quite generously, were extremely hazardous – deadly even, or better yet, UN-deadly.

“Well, it is a really nice cheek, so I guess we could arrange something.” He stroked the almost too-smooth side of his face as if he were appreciating texture.

“You’re lucky you amuse me, or else I might think you’re a totally cocky jerk.” Jimin smirked, distractedly playing with the ice cubes in his water with a spoon.

He was admittedly a little preoccupied today; he was due to appear in court later this afternoon on an unlawful disposal of an un-dead person(s) charge. This wasn’t his first rodeo, he was pretty well known in his town for kicking ass and taking names when it came to the zombie pest infestation, and no one ever seemed to care before. But now, those damn tree-hugging morons were trying to give zombies rights, that’s right, ZOMBIES. Unfortunately for anyone with a brain, that meant that staying alive was only going to have that much more red tape and bullshit involved.

Piss off one jerk-off neighbor who is keeping his Grandma’s reanimated corpse as a pet and get thrown in jail. It’s not like he didn’t tell him to keep her in his own yard, but she kept getting into his garbage, so it was time to put Granny down.

People always wondered why he was so callous towards zombies, no sympathy, no remorse when he snuffed their non-existent life. That was probably because they were fucking zombies, DUH. He knew there were plenty of people who shared his views on the situation, and more than a few people that would support him in his quest to thin out the zombie herd, but as with everything there is always going to be enough dipshits to put a cramp in his style with their, “Zombies are People Too” campaigning.

Why couldn’t they just go back to policing social media, fixing climate change and saving the whales? It was like that Tootsie Pop commercial, the world may never know.

Jungkook feigned shock, “Me cocky? Yeah right, I’ve got modesty coming out the wazoo.” He frowned slightly, “Wazoo…” He said slowly, testing it out on his tongue, “what an idiotic word, I can’t believe I just said that.”

“Yeah, I was gunna point that out, but you beat me to it. I guess we can take word-smith off your list of attributes.” Jimin joked.

“Pfft, I’m a catch and you know it.” Jungkook grinned widely, his round bunny teeth in all their glory shining pearly white.

“Yup, you’re the best.” Jimin smiled sweetly and leaned forward, thankful for the mindless conversation that came so easily with Jungkook. He was the perfect distraction. “Thanks again for lunch, despite the lung cancer I now have from 2nd hand incense smoke, this place was pretty alright.” He took Jungkook’s large hand into own smaller ones.

“You’re welcome, I think.”

“Now kiss me, PUBLICLY!” he demanded, tugging his hand towards him and pursing his plush lips.

Jimin knew how much he hated PDA, and Jungkook knew how much he loved to tease him about it.

“Fine, aish!” He rolled his large round eyes and gave him a kiss, but the grin on Jungkook’s face told him he didn’t mind nearly as much as he let on.

He masked up, threw some money down on the table next to his crumpled napkin and discarded chopsticks, standing. “You ready?”

He glanced around the booth, putting his mask on quickly and making sure he had his bag. He lugged the oddly heavy bag out of the seat and threw it over his shoulder, pulling out one 9mm semi-automatic pistol from his treasure trove of deadly goodies, and took his boyfriend’s hand with his free one.

“Jesus, do you even have a chapstick in there, or is it only weapons?” Jungkook asked, eyeing his hand-gun with a cursory glance.

“I have a few spare masks and some hand sanitizer in there too. What, would you rather I carry a full manicure set? Maybe I could mani-pedi a Zombie to death!”

He laughed as he pulled Jimin along, leading the way as he typically did. “You’re such a brat.”

Jimin shrugged, “Yeah, but you love me anyway.”

They walked toward the exit hand in hand, the modern day couple; where it wasn’t entirely unusual to see a petite, 5ft '7, 27 year old man grasping a gun in one hand and his boyfriend’s hand in the other as nonchalantly as if it were a diet soda.

As they reached the door, he unclasped Jungkook’s hand and stepped ahead, leaning against the blacked out windows of the Chinese restaurant’s door, he opened the door slowly, making sure to scope the entire parking lot before he opened the door in its entirety.

“It’s cool, babe.” Jimin stated, and allowed Jungkook to push forward and assume his ‘alpha male’ role once again. Jungkook hated that Jimin was the one with the gun, but that was just the way it was. Jungkook may have played the more dominant role in the streets, and between the sheets, but it was Jimin who took care of the zombies. It didn’t exactly make sense, but hey… it sounded cool right?

“As much as I love having you being my savior and all, you probably should be a little more discreet with that gun.” Jungkook led the way to the car, his precious piece of shit Hyundai. Jimin mostly ignored him as he hopped into the passenger side, the one with the seat that wasn’t entirely bolted down and the seat belt that had no buckle to latch it.

“What are you so concerned about? It clearly isn’t safety judging from the death trap you’ve been driving us around in.” He fiddled with the seat belt, finding the lucky bolt on the inner side of the seat and hooking his belt to it. He pretended for his own piece of mind that it would somehow keep him from flying through the windshield, one could dream right?

“Well, I was just thinking about the fact that you’re on your way to court and all. Maybe a little discretion would go a long way? Besides, this car is as safe as any. Never did me wrong.” He stated defensively, popping a key into the ignition.

“Yeah, except that time it broke down. I mean, times.” Jimin smirked, purposely ignoring the court comment, he was already nervous as hell.

The car thankfully burst into life and puttered their way out of the parking lot. Jungkook squeezed his knee affectionately, “Don’t be jealous, there’s room in my life for both of you. Plus the cat. And the fish.”

“You sure about that? Sounds like you’ve got quite a lot on your plate, a car, a cat and fish. Are you sure I can fit into that little love quadrangle?”

“Oh yeah babe, there’s plenty to go around. Plus you’re at the top of my list, just don’t tell the cat. She’s a jealous bitch, and would probably poop on your pillow.”

“I don’t doubt that.” Jimin chuckled darkly.

All things considered, Jimin was a lucky guy. He had an amazing and utterly gorgeous boyfriend, enough ammo in their house to defend a small country and while the whole world may have gone to hell in a handbag, at least they had each other.

He glanced over to his boyfriend, who was absentmindedly pursing his lips in the endearing pout that he usually wore when he was concentrating, or lost in thought, which was often if we’re being honest. It was one of Jimin’s favorite things about him. He was snarky and cocky at times, but Jungkook was also very deep and thoughtful. The list of little things Jungkook never realized were so adorable was long, and Jimin preferred it that way, lest he get an even bigger head.

The man knew he was attractive, and that confidence was what Jimin first noticed. Though, at the time, he thought he was a presumptuous jerk, albeit a beautiful one. He had approached Jimin at a bar, while hanging out with his friends one night during their weekly attempt to blow off steam in one of the few safe parts of town.

It was a noisy, dark club, with the kind of sexy, cool clientele that seemed to always have a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Jungkook was no exception. Jimin had been eyeballing him from across the room long before Jungkook had approached him.

He had tousled black hair that was shorn short on the sides above his ears and longer in the back. Clad in a black leather jacket and an all black ensemble that fit his body in ways that made Jimin drool, his heavily tattooed hand holding an unlit cigarette idly while he leaned against the bar ordering a drink. But he wasn’t alone. His two friends stood off to the side, talking to each other animatedly in between sipping their drinks.

They all looked so handsome, and extremely cool. It almost made Jimin jealous.

Jimin hadn’t realized he was staring, but he most definitely was. Jungkook had turned his head slightly as if he felt Jimin’s eyes on his back, a small smile curling his lips. When the bartender returned with his drink he leaned forward across the bar, murmuring something inaudible to the man on the other side, who nodded and left again, coming back with a second drink.

He took his bounty from the bar and immediately locked eyes with Jimin. He wore a satisfied smirk on his gorgeous face as he sauntered the distance between them.

Jimin froze, embarrassed but unable to tear his eyes away from him, caught red handed. He never usually ogled strangers at the bar, and it was even less frequent that he was approached. Not that Jimin wasn’t attractive, on the contrary. He had visuals that most would kill for. But he was shy, and a bit socially awkward around people he didn’t know. Not to mention the fact that his day job usually involved a lot more gun wielding and dead things than most people were willing to deal with.

Jimin sucked in a breath, his eyes impossibly wide when he casually sat down next to Jimin, fixing his large round eyes in a narrowed sexy way on Jimin’s face.

He silently slid the extra drink over to Jimin and put his arm around the back of Jimin’s chair, leaning forward so he could be heard.

Jimin didn’t move and kept his face locked forward, almost afraid of the proximity of his body, but he could feel the stranger’s sweetly scented hot breath against his skin.

“I’m Jungkook,” He said into his ear, as if he was the answer to the greatest mystery Jimin had been pondering, which he kind of was. “Do you want to get to know each other a little better?” His words were dripping with suggestion.

It was incredibly sexy. Too sexy. It kind of pissed Jimin off how evocative he was, and how his nether regions seemed to twinge despite his better judgment. He silently scolded his extremely pent up, deprived sex drive, for daring to betray him at the first hot guy to whisper seductively into his ear in far too long.

Jimin was horny, sure, but he was not a slut. The implications purring from Jungkook’s sweet mouth made Jimin recoil despite himself.

He leaned into the feeling of annoyance, lest he instead give in to his extremely tantalizing suggestion and do something he would later feel dirty and used from.

Jimin turned to face Jungkook, trying to not get caught up in his pouty lips, and dark provocative eyes that seemed to want him.

“Uh, thanks for the drink,” he stammered, instantly feeling tongue tied and less confident in turning the attractive man down. “But, I’m good. I’m with my friends.”

He knew this guy was interested in sex, and not much else, and as titillating as a roll in the sack would be with this alluring stranger, he had to keep his wits about him. He had fuckboy written all over his face, and honestly the audacity to approach Jimin like that in the first place was a turn off.

But then why was Jimin squirming under his smoldering gaze, practically wetting his pants at the invitation?

It didn’t take long for the handsome presumptuous stranger to wear Jimin down. Before the night was through, Jimin was bent over a table in Jungkook’s modest kitchen, clothes forgotten somewhere in between there and the front door. Giving up on ever making it to the bedroom, Jimin took Jungkook’s hot thick cock from behind, in what would end up being the first of several locations and pornographic positions that fateful night.

It proved to be a night neither of them could forget, when Jungkook surprised Jimin by calling him, immediately after their rendezvous, unable to get the beautiful, bendy, plump lipped blonde out of his head.

Somehow Jimin fell into a relationship out of nowhere, and they hadn’t looked back since. That was over a year ago. They had somehow carved a little piece of the world out for themselves, with Jimin moving into Jungkook’s small house, joining his motley crew of pets and friends. Finding themselves intensely comfortable and content with each other.

Jungkook didn’t even bat an eyelash when Jimin confessed what he did for a living, paying his rent and student loans off with money he made from his zombie assassin side hustle. It wasn’t legal, mind you, but it paid the bills, and there wasn’t exactly a lot of honest work to be found these days. The economy was in the toilet, and jobs were scarce, but there was never a lack of zombies that needed disposing of.

He advertised mostly by word of mouth, but there were plenty of places that one could go when they were looking to make contact with someone who specialized in his services. He had deals with a handful of different underbelly organizations that kept the client's rolling in. There were other hunters, of course, but it wasn’t exactly a job people were clamoring to get so all he had to do was keep his rates fair to not have much competition in the market.

The government's stance on the zombie infestation was irritating. While they had made it illegal to dispose of zombies, they also had taken their hands off the steering wheel, allowing them to run amok. They were working on a cure, and while hell would likely be freezing over while everyone waited for that to happen, they had halted the mass killings by military enforcement and instead had taken a role of doling out safety guidelines and red tape for everyone to trip over.

All that meant was that people were expected to wear facemasks, wash their hands profusely, and avoid being eaten by the slow stupid animated corpses. It wasn’t too hard after all. But that didn’t mean that people weren’t still turning left and right, just simple stupidity ending their lives in a ugly mockery of what they once were.

Plenty of people were holding out that there was a cure on the horizon, but Jimin was there for those who were realists. Families who had agreed amongst themselves that if they were to ever turn, they didn’t want to be left to wander the streets or potentially infect their loved ones or others. Or people who had to live in fear while a neighbor housed their own infected family members, putting the safety of everyone in proximity in mortal danger.

When there was a zombie that needed taking out Jimin was there, no questions asked. For the low low price of 500$ a pop.

Of course, now he was wishing he had been smart enough to not kill a zombie when he wasn’t on the clock. Taking out his neighbors granny had been a dumb idea, it wasn’t exactly hard for his neighbor to figure out he had been the one responsible after all. Killing too close to home was his downfall.

Well, downfall was perhaps a bit dramatic, he was only going to be fined more likely than not. There was the potential for minor jail time but usually a couple of greased palms from his contacts could take care of the harsher sentences. There wasn’t a lot money couldn’t fix, not that he was swimming in it or anything. But he was owed a few favors, and he was cashing them all in to avoid jail. He was too pretty for jail, let’s be honest.

It didn’t stop him from being nervous though, he hated the formalities of court, the imposing harsh gaze of the judge, it was all too much pressure for him. Even a speeding ticket caused Jimin to break out in a sweat. He wasn’t sure what it was about authority figures but he hated them. They made him feel weak and helpless. Which he most definitely wasn’t.

Only one person was allowed to make him feel that way, and only in the bedroom, and that was Jungkook. Something about letting him hold him down, using his strength to pin him to the bed, or the wall, pressing his hard body against his smaller one, made him feel helpless in the most delicious way.

But give Jimin a gun, and you wouldn’t have to worry about his small frame or diminutive height any more. He was a crack shot, thanks to his stint in the military, his unit being stationed on the front lines. Jimin had been specifically trained in military weaponry and excelled quickly becoming a weapons specialist.

Jungkook was two years younger than Jimin, and had managed to avoid ever being conscripted thanks to the whole apocalypse thing, the war over North and South Korea being forgotten with the fate of the planet as a whole being on the line. It was quite a time to be alive.

While Jungkook was ever the macho man, good in a fight, and masculine in all the right ways, he had no idea how to use a gun. Given the opportunity to learn, he had turned his nose up at it much like the majority of gun fearing Korean’s of yester-year. But he was fine with Jimin taking up the helm, it was their give and take. Jimin felt safe on the arm of Jungkook around people, and Jungkook felt safe with Jimin around whatever else was lurking. He was glad Jungkook wasn’t the kind of guy to feel his masculinity being threatened because his smaller boyfriend was the one carrying the gun.

He really was a catch.

___

Later that evening, Jungkook was waiting in the parking lot of the court, car idling. Jimin spotted the silver car as soon as he set foot outside. His armpits were damp, and his hands were still clammy from the anxiety of his court hearing. One 500$ fine later, he was breathing shakily but a lot easier than before. The relief of seeing his boyfriend waiting for him patiently outside made him feel even better.

Jimin eyeballed the parking lot, sure enough, there was a zombie stumbling in the back of the lot, aimlessly walking and turning confused in circles. Not much of a threat. Which was good considering he obviously wasn’t packing at the moment. All the more reason for Jungkook to pick him up despite them not living far from the court house. Nothing made Jimin feel more vulnerable than not having his gun on him. He hurried to the waiting car, hating how nervous he was feeling.

Jungkook leaned across and threw the car door open as he approached. Jimin hopped in letting out a breath of relief. Jungkook reached back over Jimin’s lap and popped the glove box, Jimin’s 9mm glowing in the light from within.

“Awe, you’re too sweet.” Jimin said as if he had discovered a box of heart shaped chocolates.

“I know how you get when you don’t have at least one weapon on you.” Jungkook quipped, running his hand up his boyfriend’s leg.

Jimin smiled, tucking the gun into the waistband of his pants and settling back against the seat, appreciating the cold hard gun pressed there, a constant reminder that he could handle whatever happened.

Jungkook took in the sight of his slightly sweaty, nerve-wracked boyfriend. He had closed his eyes, his breath was shallow, through slightly parted lips. His neatly styled blonde hair was starting to ruffle, with a tendril or two falling into his eyes. His shirt was clinging to him, the button down damp and uncomfortable looking at this point. But he looked extremely sexy.

“How’d it go? From the looks of how sweaty you are… I’d say, good?”

Jimin chuckled, shaking his head, neither to agree or disagree. “500$ fine. It sucked. But I’ve lived to tell the tale, and I’ll be back to taking out zombie’s before you know it. But perhaps not our neighbors next time.”

Jungkook nodded, and squeezed Jimin’s thigh, “How about we get you home, and out of those clothes. Take a nice shower and have some dinner?” Jungkook offered, with an emphasis in his mind on getting Jimin out of those clingy clothes.

A steamy shower with his sexy boyfriend sounded like a great way to relax and forget about how annoying and stressful court was. Who was he to say no, “Yes, please.”

They plowed through the parking lot and on to the street, putting the courthouse and the odd lone zombie in the rearview.

___

Jimin was naked before he knew what was happening.

It started in the car, in between shifting gears, Jungkook was rubbing his thigh, all while never taking his eyes off the road. The only sign that he was getting as turned on as Jimin, was the way he was biting his lip ring, pushing his hand between Jimin’s spread thighs and rubbing deeply, grazing his stiffening cock with each movement.

Jungkook was eager to destress his poor boyfriend. Eager to get him home, so he could watch him melt into a puddle from pleasure only he could give him.

Jungkook kept the deep massaging of Jimin’s inner thigh up all the way until they parked the car. He was possessive, arms around Jimin as soon as he pulled him from the car, walking with him wrapped up inside them while Jimin fumbled with the keys to their house. Jungkook only made the job harder, while he pressed his crotch to Jimin’s ass and buried himself in the crook of Jimin’s neck nibbling and kissing his still damp flesh.

As soon as they were in the house, Jungkook stripped them both, tossing Jimin’s gun along with the rest of his clothes on the couch, kissing and tugging him towards their bathroom. They were barely able to navigate the house if not for the muscle memory, Jungkook was touching and kissing all the while.

Jimin was in a fit of giggles and little gasps as Jungkook hurried them to their destination, quickly running the shower and back to pulling Jimin in close to put his hands all over his naked flesh. It was all hungry touches, and kisses. Jungkook was paying special attention to Jimin’s earlobe, pulling at the silver hoop there with his teeth. It always sent shivers down Jimin’s spine when he put his mouth anywhere near his ears, reminding him of the first time they met, his warm sweet breath purring seductively against it.

The steam was starting to build in the small bathroom, indicating the shower was ready to melt Jimin’s cares away, not that Jungkook wasn’t doing a fabulous job of that already. He pulled Jimin in behind him, closing the curtain and letting the hot water drench their naked bodies.

Jimin let Jungkook do all the heavy lifting, just willing to be touched and let his hands work themselves across his body. Jungkook, took a shower puff and squeezed a vanilla body wash into it, working the lather across Jimin’s chest, following the sponge with his hand as he felt Jimin’s nipples harden under his touch. Down his soft smooth belly, lightly caressing his toned abs, appreciating the subtle ripple of muscle beneath his pale skin.

Jimin watched his hands move down his body, enjoying the way his boyfriend was so engrossed in the ritual. Jimin rested his arms loosely around Jungkook’s neck, draping them languidly and casually twirling the wet hair at the back of Jungkook’s head.

He was ever so appreciative of the attention his boyfriend was giving to his body that bordered on worship, Jimin smirked inwardly wondering exactly who was getting off on this more. Jungkook was rock hard after all, his eyes following his hand movements, like he was drinking in every inch of the soapy naked sight.

After Jimin had been perfectly lathered, Jungkook pressed his hard body against Jimin again, slickly moving his chest and abs against Jimin’s as he kissed him deeply, his hands grabbing fistfuls of Jimin’s tender soapy ass.

Jimin kissed back, loving the way his boyfriend’s soft lips felt, tasting the water of the shower beading down their faces with each flick of his tongue against Jungkook’s.

They hadn’t had shower sex in a while, but it seemed pretty evident that it was where they were headed. If the hands on Jimin’s ass, slipping between his cheeks and rubbing soapy circles around his hole, were anything to go by.

Jungkook swirled his tongue slowly in Jimin’s mouth, almost in sync with his movements against Jimin’s rim. The two sensations eliciting a low moan into Jungkook’s mouth. Jimin bit and tugged at Jungkook’s lip ring in approval.

Jungkook, slipped a wet finger into his hole, Jimin instantly mewled against his lips. The wet finger was dipping in and out slowly, knuckle deep. Soon, it was followed by a second finger, stretching and twisting to make room for himself inside.

Jimin was already weak in the knees, Jungkook knew exactly how to stretch him slowly, making his body ache without the burn of going too quickly. He was working him over with two fingers, scissoring wider at the tips til Jimin was blooming and softening like a flower opening to the sun.

With the introduction of a third finger, Jimin was panting, gripping Jungkook’s hair at the back, with Jungkook folding himself around Jimin, head over his shoulder watching himself as he pulled Jimin’s asscheeks apart so he could get a better visual of his tattooed fingers doing what they did best.

Jimin writhed under his fingers, holding onto Jungkook for dear life, twisting and pressing his aching dick against Jungkook’s upper thighs enjoying the slippery friction, feeling his equally hard cock press against his stomach. His ass was so full of Jungkook’s fingers, pushing slow and deep, pressing down against his prostate as he pumped them, giving Jimin a taste of the pleasure yet to come. The sweet pressure was building a fire inside his belly that was soon aching for more.

With one final stretch, Jungkook pulled out his fingers, and slapped Jimin on his wet ass, the sound cracking in the air. Jimin gasped, the mixed pleasure and pain from the sensation making him fall apart.

“Turn around.” Jungkook said bossily, his eyelashes were wet, his face dripping and hair a mess but he was oh so sexy when he got commanding.

Jimin instantly twisted around, and Jungkook took him by the wrists from behind and nudged him against the shower wall. The tile was still cold and wet, it sent a shiver through Jimin’s hot body. He took Jimin’s hands and pulled them up, placing them on either side above his head, folding his fingers through Jimin’s and molding himself to his boyfriend’s body.

Jimin immediately pushed his ass out, pressing it into Jungkook’s damp crotch, feeling his cock slipping between his asscheeks. Jungkook grinded against him, not entering him but sliding himself up and down against his ass with his dick nestled between his cheeks.

After some teasing, Jungkook finally released one of Jimin’s hands, “Don’t move.” He whispered into his ear.

Jimin obediently waited, feeling Jungkook pressing his cock against his pliable hole, rubbing it there at the entrance as if checking if it was going to let him in.

Jimin bit his lip in anticipation, his hole fluttering against the cock tip. That seemed to do the trick, Jungkook applied pressure, his hole immediately swallowing the cock head neatly, since he had already been so perfectly prepared for it. It didn’t stop Jimin from gasping at the sensation and sudden stretch.

Jimin moaned deeply, while Jungkook fell against him, burying himself immediately inside of his perfect pink hole.

Jungkook put all his weight into it, and Jimin was impossibly full. No matter how many times they had fucked over the last year he never got over the way Jungkook made him feel so utterly complete and whole when he was inside him.

“Uhhnnn, Jimin, baby. You always feel so fucking good on my cock.” Jungkook quietly purred, his lips close to his boyfriend’s ear. He wasn’t particularly loud during sex, that was usually Jimin’s role, but when he did he saved it for whispering lewdly against his neck just for Jimin to hear. It was Jimin’s biggest turn on. Hearing him breathily, quietly, coming undone just for him was like pornographic music to his ears.

Jungkook was thrusting deep, his thighs slapping against Jimin wetly. He kept his hands above his head, not daring to move but his knees were growing weaker by the second. His dick was throbbing untouched, and Jimin wasn’t sure if it was the water or his precum dripping blissfully from the swollen tip.

He had never been big on dirty talk before Jungkook, the idea had always made him giggle. He just couldn’t take someone saying stuff like that to him seriously. But when Jungkook pulled him by his hair, and praised how well he took his cock it nearly made Jimin cum. He never wanted him to stop. He couldn’t help the way he folded, responding in kind with sweet submissive agreement.

“Mmm, just for you.” He managed in between gasps of pleasure.

They were words he never could have imagined coming genuinely out of his mouth with any other man. Only Jungkook had ever made him feel so desired, so completely possessed. He was all his, his body was made for his pleasure.

Jungkook loved Jimin’s responsiveness, pushing his face against the shower wall firmly but gently, getting off on the way Jimin became his when he was inside of him. “All mine.” He grunted, grabbing Jimin’s hips and rocking himself harder against his ass.

He was hitting Jimin’s prostate with each thrust, pounding it mercilessly. The sounds of their bodies clashing were louder than the shower itself and only drowned out by the sound of Jimin’s moans, which were sharp and pointed with each hit of his sweet spot.

“Gunna cum.” He breathed weakly, his eyes screwed shut tight, letting the sensation of Jungkook’s hard grip on his hips and powerful rapid thrusts overtake him. The hot lightning rod of pleasure was hitting its peak.

Jungkook kept up the speed, but leaned forward again, wrapping his tattooed arms around Jimin’s chest tightly, holding him close and hard, shallow, fast pumping as he climbed toward his own orgasm.

“Cum on my cock baby, show me how good I make you feel.”

That was a request Jimin could most definitely fulfill, with Jungkook’s cock buried to the hilt and his breath against his neck Jimin was spiraling over the edge. Jungkook’s arms held him up as he nearly fell to the shower floor, fucking into him as his orgasm was purged from within, spilling rope after rope of cum beneath him.

His walls were clenched hard and tight against Jungkook who continued to pound Jimin. He couldn’t even feel his feet on the floor anymore, his orgasm still hitting him like crashing waves, moans and sounds he wasn’t even registering were flowing from his lips.

Jungkook’s orgasm was close behind a few short hard thrusts later with an intense guttural groan, keeping himself deep within Jimin’s hole. He was panting hard, riding out the sensation overload with a deep grinding roll of his hips, seemingly never wanting to part from Jimin’s body.

As if cured from some kind of sex poison, Jungkook grinned, his voice breathy but returning to normal, “Feel better now?”

Jimin couldn’t stifle the laugh, Jungkook was still buried in his ass, and he was being cute. “Much.” He managed finally finding the strength to stand again. Jungkook buried his wet face against Jimin’s neck and kissed him repeatedly, “Good.” He murmured against his skin.

When they had finished up in the shower, Jimin felt like an overcooked noodle. Soft and pliable. Jungkook wrapped him up in a huge fluffy towel, and carried him to their bed like a bride, eliciting giggles from Jimin. He was impossibly relaxed, in a way only Jungkook seemed to make him. Content, blissful and sleepy. Jungkook snuggled against his burrito wrapped boyfriend until they both fell asleep, forgetting dinner, and zombies, court and the whole world all together.

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