Jikook smuts and fluffs [oneshots]

Making a Pillow Princess [M]

Oh look I'm not dead!

This chapter includes fake step-cest and fake cheating, thought I'd mention that here in case someone is very uncomfortable with the idea.

A breathy whine escaped Jimin's lips as he pushed the thick dildo deep inside of him yet again. He writhed in the bed, skimpy little shorts pulled aside to expose his hole, tightly snug against his stretched rim. He didn't have it in him to get out of his teeny pink crop top, too horny to wait even a moment.

Jimin bit down on his red bottom lip and spread his legs further, taking his plump cock out of the shorts that were wet with his precum.

He angled the toy just right and moaned more audibly. The brightly lit room would blind him if he kept his eyes open, but he had them screwed tight from the pleasure.

It felt really good, but he wanted more.

"What's this?"

Jimin's eyes flew open, his heart jumping to his throat when he saw Jungkook leaning against the doorway. He was shirtless and only in his low-hanging boxers, wearing the most devilish smirk that had a wave of lust traveling through Jimin's body, sheening from a light layer of sweat.

"H-hyung?!" Jimin gasped out, his face turning red as he quickly closed his legs, doing his best to hide his body. "Wh-when d-did you come ho-home?"

"Hm? A bit ago. I took a shower after gym and came to ask what you wanted for dinner. But don't change the subject," Jungkook said, his gaze darkening as he let his eyes travel across Jimin's shivering body. "I didn't think my sweet little step-brother would be such a cock-hungry slut. What would our parents think if they caught you like this, huh?"

Jimin's jaw dropped, tears clouding his embarrassed gaze that kept dropping to Jungkook's thick, well-built torso. His pecs were so big, and so were his arms. The right one was full of tattoos, and oh dear, Jungkook was so hot.

"I-I'm not!" Jimin tried. "Go away, hyung!"

"You're not? Really?" Jungkook chuckled, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Jimin peeped, body frozen in place and the dildo still perched in his ass.

"You're not nearly as innocent as I had thought. As soon as you come of age, you're buying sex toys?" Jungkook asked lowly, approaching the bed in his muscly glory. There was so much want in Jimin's gut. "How long have you been doing this behind our backs?"

Jimin's face was flaring, and he tried to turn away when Jungkook sat on the edge of his bed.

"J-just a couple times..." he mumbled. "I want... to practice before I do it with my

boyfriend..."

"You're practicing taking cock?" Jungkook asked. Jimin shuddered when his hand came to touch his smooth leg. "Does it feel good?"

"Y-yeah," Jimin breathed, shyly turning his gaze back to his step-brother, batting his lashes.

Jungkook pursed his lips and huffed as if he were analyzing what Jimin was doing. Jimin snatched a pillow from behind him to cover his exposed lower region.

"No need to do that," Jungkook chuckled with a raised brow directed at Jimin. "We're both guys here." His hand reached further up Jimin's leg. Jimin gripped Jungkook's wrist to stop him. "Hm?"

"D-don't," Jimin stammered.

"Don't? Don't what?" Jungkook's smirk grew. "I'm not doing anything." He feigned innocence.