Jikook smuts : top Jimin

dripping with desire.

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@ ⸝⸝ alphabusan

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SUMMARY:

"There's one more thing," Jimin whispers, leaning in like he's sharing some great secret. Jungkook hops forward against his will, caught in Jimin's trap, lured in like Jimin's a beautiful siren and he's a sailor lost at sea. He doesn't even care anymore. If Jimin swallows him now he'll go valiantly. Jimin takes one of his rabbit ears in hand, nuzzling into it. Jungkook whines, foot thumping, cock leaking pre-come into his underwear as Jimin's tongue slips out to tease just around the outside of his ear. "Did you know snakes have two cocks, too?"

Or; Jimin is a snake hybrid with a tongue dipped in sin. Jungkook is very willing prey.

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There’s something not a lot of people know about bunny hybrids, and that’s how easily they get wet.

Jungkook, in particular, has never told anyone. Why would he? It’s so embarrassing! It’s hard enough with his long floppy ears that constantly get in his eyes and mouth, not to mention the stares he gets as he mindlessly nibbles on them in the library when he’s studying, or when he ties them back to keep them out of his face. Hybrids aren’t exactly rare, but most are cats and dogs. Jungkook hates being in the spotlight—being a rabbit hybrid doesn’t exactly help.

He’s not purposely trying to think of things that might make him wet, either! He just—he sees a human with such pretty eyes and thick thighs and his brain imagines himself getting fucked against the wall and he whimpers as he leaks into his pants. It’s not fair! It happens all the time and he has to pretend it doesn’t but it’s so hard when his underwear is getting soaked while he’s in public and he has to escape to a bathroom to fill himself with his fingers just to calm down. He’s all cramped up in the stall, foot thumping against his will, biting down on his ears to muffle his cries as he shoves four fingers inside himself over and over until he comes pathetically all over the floor. The clean-up is humiliating—facing anyone else in the bathroom afterwards is worse. Everyone already thinks rabbits are so incredibly horny they can’t control themselves. Jungkook wishes they could know the truth without reacting to it the way he knows they would, feeding into this stereotype Jungkook wishes he didn’t fill. He’s not horny all the time. He’s not! He just gets so unbelievably wet and he still hasn’t figured out how to handle that.

Sometimes he can go weeks without leaking even the tiniest bit of slick. Jungkook always feels so proud the longer he goes without. It itches under his skin, occasionally, when his foot starts tapping, tail twitching as he remembers the feeling of his hole being stuffed full and how much he craves it. Then he wants to hit himself, because that’s exactly what he’s trying to avoid, but why does he have to avoid it when it feels so good? In all honesty, Jungkook wouldn’t have an issue with being wet all the time if it wasn’t so inconvenient and embarrassing because of how everybody else feels about it. He secretly loves the way wet globs of slick gush out of his hole, loves the full body shivers, loves looking down at his white sheets slowly dampening because of just how thoroughly wrecked he is. He loves the sound his hand makes as it thrusts in and out, squelching in a symphony with his moans, obscene and incredibly arousing. When he’s feeling his most self-indulgent, he’ll lock himself up in his room all day and give into all his dirtiest deepest desires, sinking down onto a knotted dildo and pumping himself full of lubricant designed to mimic human sperm, the kind that’s white and thick and thankfully doesn’t stain. He wakes up in a pool of his own slick, tail matted and sticky, sheets ruined, and tells himself it’s the last time. That he won’t do it again. That he’s ashamed, that it makes him feel feral, like a slut, like a depraved little bunny who can’t control himself, just like all the people say.