Jikook smut

Tangled up in our bed

On Ao3

Author:leminie

Summary:It's a typical night for Jimin and Jeongguk.

Warning:Boypussy

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“They were definitely staring at you,” Jeongguk grumbles, hands protectively placed on the small of Jimin’s waist and chin hooked over Jimin’s shoulder.

“They were not,” Jimin laughs, unlocking the door to their apartment. Jeongguk refuses to let go, so they waddle into their home together.

“No, they definitely were,” Jeongguk repeats, nose dipping into the slope of Jimin’s neck. Jimin shudders and slips off his shoes while dropping his keys onto the small table, then turns around and cups Jeongguk’s cheeks.

“Even if they were, I didn’t notice a thing,” he says, giggling at Jeongguk’s grumpy expression, “because I was looking at you the entire time.”

“Yeah?” Jeongguk murmurs, sliding his own shoes off and kicking them aside. He pulls Jimin against him, and his palms fall down to Jimin’s ass where he squeezes lightly.

“Yeah,” Jimin responds coyly, already breathless. “How could I not?” His hands move to the unbuttoned top of Jeongguk’s shirt, tugging at his collar so Jeongguk’s firm chest is exposed, then places his hand on his lover’s skin. “You looked so fucking sexy today.”

Jeongguk chuckles as he leans down to kiss Jimin. Their lips meet, and Jimin lets out a pleased hum. What starts off as a relatively chaste kiss quickly becomes heated; Jeongguk nips Jimin’s plump bottom lip and licks into his parted mouth. He pushes Jimin against the wall and leaves a trail of wet kisses along his jaw when they pull away to breathe.

“Wanna— mm,” Jimin moans as Jeongguk tugs on his hair, baring his neck for Jeongguk’s lips. “Bedroom,” he breathes, “wanna fuck, oh—”

“You wanna get fucked, baby?” Jeongguk asks, voice low. One hand dips and cups the area between Jimin’s legs, a promise of what’s to come. They’ve been at this all night, teasing with light touches and heavy words, riling each other up like they do best.

“Yeah, shit—”

Jeongguk kisses Jimin again, then once on the nose and once on his forehead. They relocate to their bedroom and Jeongguk sits Jimin on the edge of the bed while he kneels in front of him with only the glow of the full moon and a small lamp illuminating the space.

“What do you want today?” Jeongguk asks, thrumming with anticipation. At Jimin’s hesitation, he gives Jimin’s hands a reassuring squeeze and adds, “I’m good with anything. Let’s do whatever you want.”

Jimin chews on his lip as he thinks. Taking a breath, he says, “Wanna be good.”

“Okay,” Jeongguk grins, starting to formulate plans for tonight in his head. “You’re gonna be my good boy?”

“Mmhmm,” Jimin nods eagerly. “I’m good.”

“The best,” his lover chuckles, standing back up. “The cutest, too.”

Jimin preens, a pretty blush spreading across his cheeks. “Thank you daddy.”

“Now let’s get your clothes off,” Jeongguk says, untucking Jimin’s shirt, undoing the buttons, and sliding it off his shoulders. When that’s done, he pushes Jimin onto his back, earning an oomph as he hits the mattress, and similarly unbuttons and unzips his pants. Jimin raises his hips as Jeongguk pulls them all the way off, and scoots backward to rest his head on a pillow.

He shivers—not from the cold, but from the way Jeongguk’s eyes seem to be eating up every inch of him. Jeongguk pulls Jimin’s socks off, throwing them somewhere on the floor, loosens his cufflinks to roll up his sleeves, and climbs onto the bed, balancing above Jimin.