Bts' Book of Oneshots (Requests Closed.)

Jihope (Requested)

(A/N: Hobie, close that goddamn shirt before I kill a bitch!!!)
Genre: (!) Smut (!)
As requested by: a lovely friend of mine, who is really nice. At first I thought they were too shy to get close to, but after talking a bit this person turned out to be so so so sweet and I'm really lucky to have met them (we all are really ☺️) This chapter is dedicated to the nice and adorable . . . . . Chloearmy12 !!! (I love you so much😘😘😘😘😘)

"Bad Boy"

Guys dripping in sweat stink really bad. However, guys who are your best friends (well technically speaking one of them being your boyfriend) and acting all "lovey-dovey" as if they were the ones dating each other and all that shit stinks even worse. Even the stench of Min Yoongi coming home in the early hours of the morning, surrounded by the aroma of freshly cooked beef and alcohol didn't stink this bad to Park Jimin. And Jimin usually wants to throw up when smells or he sees Yoongi in that state.
       His thoughts were interrupted when the front door sounded like someone was scraping at it, and forcibly knocking their body onto it to get it open. But Jimin wasn't scared or afraid at all. In fact, he was expecting it to happen sooner or later, dare he even say it . . . It was as if Jimin wanted this to happen. Sighing heavily, Jimin stood from the cold tile counter and slowly walked over to the front door and unlocked it. He opened the door and sure enough- Min Yoongi stood in the doorway, looking as if he'd been hit by a truck, then thrown out into the pouring rain. Basically, he looked like shit.
After Jimin settled a drowsy Yoongi down at the island counter, the red haired male brought out a couple bottles of alcohol which had the blonde boy sitting up facing Jimin with a confused expression. "Yah, what are you doing?" Yoongi asked as Jimin placed one bottle of alcohol in front of the blonde and keeping one near himself.
       "What does it look like, hyung?" Jimin questioned a devious smile gradually creeping onto his plump lips. "I obviously want to get drunk with you."
       "A-aniyo~ I just came back from the bar, I've already had enough alcohol---"
       "Yeah, but you're not drunk." Jimin whispered into Yoongi's ear causing a shiver to travel down his spine. Jimin popped open one of the bottles and held it at Yoongi's soft lips making the older blush in embarrassment.

~Time Skip~
(Because I can and I'm evil, mwahahahahahaha--- *Dramatically chokes*)

       "Jimin, wh-at are--ah, fuck-- y-you doing?!" Yoongi tried to pry the younger boy away, but Jimin was much stronger, despite the fact that he's only like two feet tall. Jimin held Yoongi in place while sucking and biting the older boys shoulders, until he removed himself from Yoongi for a moment to strip himself down to his boxers, Yoongi hiding his face with his hands.
"Hey, playboy . . . Come here." Jimin whispered seductively to the older boy while he himself was completely drunk. "I wanna play a game with you, where you pretend you love me, and I'll give you whatever you want."
" . . . . . What's the catch?" Yoongi asked after contemplating for a bit, the alcohol clearly starting to take effect on clouding his thoughts.
"The catch?" Jimin laughed. "I'll pretend you're Hoseok, and I'll be your daddy."
"Fuck~!" Yoongi covered his mouth regretting the moan that he just let out. Jimin chuckled before ripping Yoongi's shirt open, not caring at all that some of the buttons popped off completely; Jimin's lust-filled dark eyes scanning Yoongi's body and noticing all the hard purple bruises that littered Yoongi's sugar white skin. Jimin slowly breathed in Yoongi's scent of alcohol and cigarettes, before placing the blonde boy's hands on his shoulders, and grabbing the underside of Yoongi's thighs and carrying him across the room, before dropping him to the bed.
       Jimin held Yoongi's arms above his head with one hand, the other holding Yoongi by his waist, as he kissed, bit and licked at each of the purple marks on Yoongi's soft skin. Yoongi, within seconds, was practically screaming in pleasure because, after all - it had been such a long time since he and his boyfriend were in the same country (his boyfriend was promoting Bangtan Sonyeondan in Japan), much less the same room. Jimin was harsh, and so was Yoongi's boyfriend Jungkook. So, maybe that's why he let Park Jimin pleasure him- perhaps he just missed the feeling of being loved by Jungkook, and couldn't help but notice how similar they were. Jimin had put himself through the mindset that Yoongi was Hoseok, while Yoongi secretly pretended Jimin was Jungkook.
Yoongi's head fell back, whimpers and curse words flowing from his mouth, and Jimin devilishly smiled into the skin of Yoongi's abdomen while sinking his teeth into the band of Yoongi's skinny jeans.
       "Jimin, I'm back babe--- YOONGI?! Hold on . . . what's going on?" Jimin's boyfriend Jung Hoseok demanded after dropping his duffle bag onto the floor, eyes wide and mouth wide open.
Min Yoongi hid his flushed face as he clumsily stood up and stumbled out of the bedroom, and running upstairs to the shower. Well- attempting to run but really -how can someone who's so drunk they can't even walk, run up the stairs? Hoseok raised an eyebrow at Jimin, arms crossed, and a cold gaze set in his eyes while he stared at his drunk boyfriend; waiting for a response from the drunken giggling boy.
Jimin walked over to Hoseok, placing his hands on his the sides of his beautiful face, before smashing their lips together. Hoseok whimpered as he wrapped his arms around Jimin's small thin waist. Jimin smiled into the kiss, before breaking the kiss and grabbed the older boy by the wrist, pulling him along into the bedroom, and harshly pushing Hoseok onto the mattress.
"You've been a very bad boy, Hoseok." Park Jimin rasped, forcefully grabbing a fistful of Jung Hoseok's raven locks, pulling Hoseok's head back, causing the older boy to moan very loudly with his scratchy voice echoing off the walls.
       "Yeah, I'm the bad boy . . ." Hoseok panted while a line of sweat slowly trickled down his forehead. "At least I don't go around getting drunk and try and suck them off."
       "Hey, I have an excuse. I thought you didn't love me, okay? And it's kind of your fault the way you've been acting with . . . . . Taehyung." Jimin defended, voice filled with venom when saying the younger's name
"Hey I love you and ONLY you." Hoseok said beginning to become light-headed from the smell of Jimin's alcoholic stench.
       Jimin began sucking and bitting at his jawline, Hoseok panting heavily as Jimin slowly trailed kisses down on his neck, before coming in contact with his slightly exposed collar bone. Hoseok was rolling his hips upward against Jimin's leg trying to create friction, his moans definitely heard by the other members that lazed around the dorm.
       "Then, if that's true will you-- mmh~ Will you do everything as I say and be a good boy for daddy?" Jimin asked eagerly smiling.
       "Haha. If I was a good boy, I wouldn't get the punishment I deserve, right?!" Hoseok  questioned sensually biting his own lip.
Jimin drunkly giggled before tackling Hoseok to the mattress and showing his love for the older boy.
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I'm so sorry it's sssssooooo loonnnggg and I don't think you'll even like this . . . (TT^TT)
Chloearmy12

God, STOP IT JIHOPE/HOPEMIN!!! (My poor hearteu . . .)

NO!!!!!!!! (*Dead*)