Jikook smut

Ain't no other

Author:leminie

On Ao3

Bp jimin

Summary:

Jimin reunites with his ex. Jeongguk isn’t so happy about it.

I’m actually glad you didn’t want to dance with me or I wouldn’t have been able to dance with him.”

Jeongguk’s jaw is tense as he waits for the traffic light to turn green. The scent of a foreign cologne drifts from Jimin’s skin to his nose and it stirs up an ugly feeling in his gut.

But Jimin is pissed, and in his opinion, rightfully so. 

Jeongguk barely looked at him all night, refused to dance with him too, so he decided to find someone who would give him their full attention. Luckily, Jimin stumbled into his ex, Hyunjun, who Jeongguk recognized immediately. 

The other man was more than willing to entertain Jimin, and they ended up on the dance floor together. Jeongguk simply watched from his seat by the bar as Jimin gradually became more and more daring, casting sly glances towards him every time he’d sway his hips or put Hyunjun’s hands right on his ass.

The final straw was when Jimin said something that caused Hyunjun to turn him around and slip one leg between both of his. He grabbed Jimin’s waist, fully intending on rocking Jimin’s crotch against his thigh. Naturally, Jeongguk appeared out of nowhere to whisk Jimin away before he could even try.

“And if you didn’t interrupt us like that, maybe I would’ve actually had a nice night.”

“He was going to get you off,” Jeongguk says through gritted teeth, “right then and there.”

“So? It’s not like I didn’t want it.”

Jeongguk scoffs, shaking his head. He drives them on familiar roads, trying to get them home as fast as possible.

“I could feel his dick hardening against my ass the whole time we were dancing. He really wanted to fuck me again.”

Jeongguk’s eye twitches. “Would you have let him?”

“Let him what?”

“Fuck you again.”

“Hmm… maybe.”

Jeongguk barks out a laugh of disbelief.

“What, you don’t think I would? Maybe I would have sucked him off in the bathroom and swallowed his come just like I used to.”

His knuckles are white on the steering wheel.

“Or maybe I’d just let him take me. Fuck me in the stall, make me come once or twice. He’d have to stuff my mouth with his fingers though, my moans would probably be too loud.” 

Jimin doesn’t get a reaction, so he continues.

“He used to really love eating me out, loved the way I taste. Maybe I’d let him put his mouth on my pussy—I still remember how his tongue would feel on my clit and inside my hole.”