Jikook smut

Peaches and cream

Author:minigelic

On Ao3

Summary:
“Jeonggukie,” Jimin starts, a pout on his lips and voice kind of whiny, “Can you do me?”

Jeongguk sputters and turns around at once; he’s blushing once again but still, there’s a smirk on his lips. “Pardon?!”

“I meant the sunscreen, silly,” giggling, Jimin waves the bottle around, uncapping it once he stops and waits for Jeongguk to answer him.

 or

Jimin is a kitty hybrid with a huge crush on his new pool cleaner — dragon hybrid Jeongguk
 

The birds chirp outside happily, sunshine sparkling as it streams into the room. Jimin can feel goosebumps rise on his skin in tandem to the breeze making its way inside the room. 

Mornings are always chilly in this part of town and Jimin finds it hard to get used to. It’s not like the warm sunny days back in his hometown. It’s weird, especially since the new house is only an hour away from the old one — strangely Jimin doesn’t know if he likes the change or not. He’s always been the kind of person to strive for something new, easily bored of the same thing for too long, however his old house had been his sanctuary. Something he still holds close to his heart, the only thing keeping him sane is the fact that they’re not selling it yet; Jimin hopes they never sell it but right now his life is way too cluttered and busy for him to worry about anything else.

He throws a thick, heavy thigh along the other side of his queen sized bed; ivory silk sheets feel cool and refreshing on his skin and he loves the sensation. Always the one to welcome chill with open arms rather than burrow in the warmth of his duck-feather duvet.

It’s a sunday, Jimin knows there’s nothing much for him to do that hasn’t already been done around the house but the tiring action of unpacking his belongings and putting all of them away still looms over his head, dampens his mood. The kitten hybrid has always been pampered and spoiled, never had to lift a finger for most things, though he refuses to let anyone else touch his belongings. That means his most prized possessions smelling like somebody else and Jimin would rather burn them all than have that happen. His room is in disarray and even if the kitten knows where everything is, this mess is getting on his nerves so the sooner he unpacks and puts the boxes away, the better.

With a sleepy yawn, Jimin lets a tiny meow slip past his lips. It’s incredibly embarrassing to do this in front of other people, but when he’s alone or in the presence of his parents, he doesn’t feel the need to hold anything back. Stretching thoroughly, another mewl is heard while Jimin basks in the sunlight and reaches for his phone thrown somewhere in his large bed. He can feel his eyes are still swollen from staying up the previous night but he couldn’t help it, too immersed in the new episodes of his favorite show. 

The light emitting from the phone makes his eyes hurt, but soon it goes away as his fingers move along the keypad in quick succession, bidding Taehyung and Namjoon good morning before he throws the phone somewhere in his bed again and buries his face in the soft pillows. Two deep exhales later, Jimin’s trained ears focus on his mom walking up to his room so he sits up in his bed before she has a chance to come in and chastise him for being a spoiled sleepy baby. She always does it with such a soft tone and loving eyes though, that Jimin thinks she’s not upset with him anyway.