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[#오늘의방탄] The Olympic Games, Paris 2024 with #Jin 성화만큼이나 따듯하고 눈부셨던 진🔥 #오늘의진 #Jin #진 #BTS #방탄소년단 #올림픽 #Olympics #파리2024 #Paris2024

[#Today'sBangtan] The Olympic Games, Paris 2024 with #Jin

Jin who was as warm and dazzling as the torch🔥

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↳ JUNGKOOK

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a fic for the amazing @omegajiminfest thank you @7timesSana for the beautiful moodboard💗

Summary: Jimin a renowned model and Jungkook a famous rapper were caught spending the New Year together. The world couldn't believe that this whole time while they were busy shipping them together, they were actually already dating and even possibly mated.

Preview: future -- present Jimin is the omega face of Korea. He has walked more runways than Gigi, Kendall, or Bella combined when he built a name for himself. He has walked the runway for Chanel, Dior, Versace, Louis Vuitton, Gucci, and literally every luxury brand you can think of and he has been on the cover of Elle and Vogue magazines. He is the epitome of omegas, with soft milky white skin, plump lips, thin waist, thick thighs, and a fat ass. The wet dream every alpha wants. Jungkook is the alpha face of Korea. He has beat Eminem, Drake, and Kanye in the number of awards he has won from both Korean and American award shows and adding to that are multiple Grammy nominations and awards he has won. His albums and singles are always on top of the charts for weeks. He breaks all Korean stereotypes of being the ‘face of Korea’ with tattoos all over his body and piercings everywhere. He is what all the alphas want to be. The wet dream every omega wants. No one has ever seen Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook interact before so when dispatch dropped photos of them having the time of their lives under the snow, kissing, laughing, hugging, and slow dancing, all taken from their Christmas getaway with their closest friends and family. It completely sent the world into a frenzy.

Full Fic

abo jikook smut drabble 🔞

Jeongguk has his hands full trying to keep his pregnant mate happy, but he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

or: Jimin demands Jeongguk bring him what he’s craving, carrying their pup- but sometimes, he wants a little more.

🕯Summary:

Yoongi warned Jungkook about his plant.

Jungkook undermined the warning

Soft but filthy plant smut :D

🔗https://archiveofourown.org/works/38701059

🌹CW:

Dubious Consent|Plant Jimin|Consentacles|Sounding|Oviposition|Aphrodisiacs|Submissive Jungkook|Double Penetration|Aftercare

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.2K

"Yoongi hyung said that it was light" Jungkook grunted, carrying a pot of Clematis. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he set the plant down. Jungkook cracked his neck and stared at the plant. "It's pretty" he mumbled, looking at the blooming buds. Vibrant purple flowers, almost hypnotising. Jungkook shook his head and hummed "I should put up a trellis," he mumbled, staring at his balcony. He nodded softly and took out the fertilizer "Hyung said I shouldn't put too much," he mumbled, pouring the fertilizer into the soil. Jungkook flinched when he heard his phone buzz, he sighed and picked up the call.

"Jungkook-ah," a familiar voice said. Jungkook hummed in acknowledgement "Yea, hyung?" he questioned. Yoongi rubbed the bridge of his nose "Remember my warning?" he asked, sighing softly. Jungkook nodded "About the fertilizer?" he asked. Yoongi hummed "Yes, make sure you don't overdo it alright?" he said, biting his lip anxiously. Jungkook raised an eyebrow but shrugged "Alright hyung, don't worry," he said, smiling softly. Yoongi sighed in relief "Stay safe and take care of Jimin for me," he said softly. The raven-haired male rolled his eyes "Yes hyungie, I'll keep Jimin safe," he said, reassuringly.

"Alright, Kook-ah just remember okay?" Yoongi said, biting his tongue. Jungkook sighed and huffed "I got it hyung, don't worry," he said, sulking slightly at his hyung's attitude. Yoongi sighed once more "I trust you bun, I'll see you tomorrow," he said, humming. "Okay hyungie see you," he said, hanging up. The raven-haired male gasped, looking at the spilt fertilizer. He took a step back and looked at the container, about seventy per cent of the fertilizer was spilt. "Uh oh," he whispered, gulping nervously. "It wasn't that much, it should be fine," he said, trying to reassure himself.

Jungkook clapped his hands "This is fine," he said, smiling brightly. "Right?" he whispered, his smile slowly dropping. Jungkook sighed and placed the fertilizer down. "I'll just lock the balcony door just in case," he mumbled, staring at the plant nervously. "It's just a plant Jungkookie, you're alright," he whispered, slapping his cheeks softly. He petted the top of the plant and smiled apologetically. "Sorry, for pouring too much. Good night Jimin," he said, staring at the plant. It gave him an uneasy feeling leaving the plant outside but, he shrugged it off. Jungkook stared at his phone and scrolled through his contacts "Should I call hyung now?" he mumbled, biting his lip. Jungkook sighed and shook his head "I'll tell him when he gets here in the morning," he decided.

The raven-haired male picked out his pyjamas, a soft yawn escaped his lips as he tucked himself into bed. He switched on his light night and slowly dozed off to sleep.

Sticky

Was all Jungkook could think of, he felt sticky. The raven-haired male tried to sit up but he couldn't, panic surged through his body. He opened his eyes and looked around, only to see vines everywhere. A sharp gasp escaped his lips, the vines wrapping around his waist tightly. Jungkook whimpered, tugging his legs away from the plant, but its grip tightened. Appendages wrapping his ankles and wrists. The raven-haired male felt helpless, sticky and afraid. "Please," he whispered, voice barely louder than a pin drop. "Please let go of me," he begged, sniffling softly tears streaming down his face. Jungkook felt the appendages loosen from his limbs but the vine around his waist stayed put, dripping clear liquid onto his body.

A figure could be seen towering over him. Jungkook looked up and stared at the figure, "Are you Jimin?" he asked, voice still as soft as before. The plant nodded or at least mimicked one. Jimin's vines lifted Jungkook up, allowing him to sit up. Jungkook whimpered and gasped, breath getting shorter. Jimin wrapped its appendages under Jungkook's jaw, tilting it upwards. Jungkook's vision became blurry 'Hot' he thought. Jimin unbuttoned Jungkook's shirt, rubbing his chest softly with its appendages. Jungkook tried clenching his thighs together but his appendages held him down. Tears appeared once more, staining his rosy cheeks. Jimin watched as its appendages tease and tug on Jungkook's puffy nipples. Dripping all over the raven-haired's body.

Jungkook blushed, feeling his cock swell up at the thought of being ruined by a plant. None of his hyungs know that he wanted to buy a tentacle ovipositor from a website he knew, a dirty little secret. It was wrong but who could blame him. A thin appendage wrapped around the base of his cock, letting a loud whine echo throughout the room. The appendage continued to slither up his length. Brushing against the veins of his fully hard cock. Jungkook's thighs quivered, anticipating the appendage's next move. A loud gasp escaped his lips when the appendage slipped through the slit of his cock. Slithering deeper down his urethra. The appendage motioned slowly, letting the raven-haired male feel the movement of the appendage fucking his slit.

Jungkook whined and whimpered "Fu-fuck," he cursed, thighs quivering harshly. The appendage reached the end of his urethra pressing against the prostate. Drool dripped down the sides of his mouth. The appendage wrapped around his balls tightened. A breathless gasp escaped his lips, eyes rolling back. His body trembled, whimpering loudly "Let me cum," he slurred, tears brimming his eyes. A sob echoed when the appendage blocked his orgasm. Jungkook's body tried slumping against the bed but to no avail. The appendage continued to press against his prostate, keeping the pressure steady. Jungkook sobbed, sweat sticking to his forehead.

A thicker appendage slithers up his thighs. Jungkook shivered, staring at the appendage. The appendage as if it noticed the raven-haired's staring slither up his chest and nuzzled his cheek. Jungkook parted his lips, wanting to feel the heavyweight of the appendage on his tongue. The appendage noticed and slithered into his warm cavern. Jungkook groaned at the liquid poured down his throat as he sucked on the appendage. His body felt stickier and warmer than before. An appendage circled his rim, pressing softly. Jungkook squealed behind the appendage filling his mouth. The appendage pressed through the tight rim, slithering and pressing around the warm hole.

Jungkook's body clenched down onto the appendage instantly. The appendage grew in size, stretching the raven-haired's rim. Jungkook lay still, gripping onto the bedsheets as the appendage thrust into his tight rim. Mewls and moans spilt from his lips, and the appendage in his mouth pulled away. Letting the high-pitched mewls play like a broken record. The appendage sped up after his rim was stretched enough. Jungkook screamed, tossing his head as the appendage thrust deeper into him. Jungkook looked down to see his stomach bulging. The raven-haired's eyes rolled back from the sight. He whimpered "Please let me cum!" he begged, cock twitching red from the amount of edging.

The appendage in his urethra pressed against his prostate harshly before pulling out. Jungkook's body shook, quivering as his orgasm rushed through his system. Cum splattered against his chest and neck. The appendage didn't stop its motions, thrusting deeply into Jungkook. He sobbed and whined at the oversensitivity. The raven-haired male felt his rim stretched further. Knowing that it'll leave him gapping made him cum once more as his body trembled. The appendage pulled out from his body, leaving a fist-sized gape. Jungkook tried to clench his hole but it was ruined. The raven-haired male sobbed, knowing that a plant ruined him.

Jimin leaned forward, appendage pushing the raven-coloured locks away from Jungkook's face. The plant released a bigger appendage, it had a bulbous end, a darker shade of green than the previous ones. Jungkook screamed silently, body arching. The appendage wasted no time thrusting into his gaping rim. Drool pooled around his head, mewls and soft whimpers spilt without mercy. Jungkook bit his lip when he felt the bulbous end part within him. 'It's laying eggs' he thought, whimpering softly, his prostate swollen from the constant pressure, now being pressed against by eggs. It wasn't a single egg, it was a whole clutch. Eggs after eggs filled his hole. After the eggs were laid, a copious amount of liquid flooded his hole.

Jungkook didn't know when he blacked out, but he woke up to a very concerned looking Yoongi.

"Didn't I tell you not to overdo the fertilizer Jungkook-ah," he said, rubbing the younger's bulging stomach. Jungkook whined, cock still hard from the pressure pressed against his prostate. Yoongi whistled, calling out for Jimin to come in. Jimin came in with a soft pout on its features. Yoongi shook his head disappointed and pushed the younger's thighs apart. "Let's remove the eggs before they get bigger," he said, looking at the plant. Jimin nodded and used its appendages to stretch Jungkook's sore rim. Yoongi pitied the whimpering younger and pressed down on his stomach "I need you to push them out Kook-ah," he whispered softly.

Jungkook nodded and tried to push the eggs out. Soft mewls and whimpers spilt through his lips once more as Jimin thrust its appendages around the eggs for them to get out easier. Jungkook's cock throbbed under the attention, drool dripped down his cheeks and soon the eggs exited from his puffy rim. Jungkook sniffled and gripped Yoongi's sleeves "All done bun," he said lifting Jungkook onto his lap. Yoongi reached out his hand and sighed "Min-ah, I know you didn't mean to hurt Kook, come here," he said, smiling softly. Jimin hesitated but nuzzled the older's hand. Yoongi smiled "My babies," he whispered, watching the duo snuggle up against his chest.

Jimin didn’t even realize what he’d said until he felt Jeongguk went still above him. 

Inside him. 

“Wh-Why,” he wheezed, cheeks flushed and eyes hazy, “Why’re you stopping,” 

Jeongguk blinked down at him, eyes brows knitted into a thoughtful frown, cock still rock hard inside Jimin’s hole. “You called me ‘hyung’” 

Pairing: Jungkook/Jimin (Boyfriends)

Genre: Porn with Plot, Fluff, Smut, AU, Fantasy, Zombies, Mild Angst

Warnings contain spoilers!

>male/male sex, mentions of sex, graphic sex, rough sex, extremely graphic, anal, rimming, oral sex, rough oral, barebacking, masturbation, breath play, choking, spanking, cum eating/swapping, praising, dirty talk, facefucking, not too extreme bdsm, mentions of death, corpses, possible descriptions of gore or violence, updates will be chronological

Synopsis:

The zombie apocalypse has become nothing more than a pain in Jimin's ass, but he at least can put his military training to good use as a zombie killer for hire. If only it wasn't illegal. With his trusty 9mm and his sexy boyfriend, Jungkook at his side, Jimin can take on anything. Even an annoying court appearance for taking out the local zombie trash, it's all in a days work for Jimin, zombie assassin extraordinaire.

Chapter One

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Chapter summary: Jimin pov, stressed from a court appearance, Jungkook tries to help his boyfriend relax.

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Chapter 1

The restaurant smelled of incense, and not the good kind. Just that heady warm stink that tends to choke you if you linger in a smoke shop too long. But Jimin breathed it in deeply anyways, thankful for something other than the smell of rotting flesh for once. 

That was just how it went these days, everywhere you went the smell rose up from the earth the way steam sizzled on the asphalt after it rained on a hot day. It was thick and permeated everything. There were times Jimin felt like he'd be forced to shave his head and burn his clothes just to be rid of it. 

Even while he silently thanked his lucky stars this restaurant had a decent ventilation system and was vehemently Anti-Undead, his eyes burned and watered from the hot sweet smoke of the incense. 

He blinked rapidly and wiped a little tear from the corner of his eye as it watered, giving his date a small grimace in the process, being sure to wrinkle his nose. 

"Er, yeah," Jungkook began taking a small sniff, "It's almost as bad in here. Sorry about that." 

He shrugged, running a hand through his blonde hair, a small smile on his face, "It's fine, gotta fight fire with fire I suppose."

He nodded, “So I guess we won’t be taking a post-date stroll in the park.”

He laughed coolly, “That would indeed be an accurate assumption. You can’t even take a stroll to the toilet without a shotgun these days, and I don’t know about you, but I’d rather not spoil the evening by tenderly wiping brain matter off your cheek.” He paused for effect, a smirk playing around the corners of his mouth, “I’d rather kiss it.” 

The grin that spread across his face was a genuine one, which was hard to come by when most of your time was spent struggling to survive or simply trying to do something as simple as grocery shopping without dealing with the nuisance that was the Zombie Apocalypse. The term only loosely applies though, as it wasn’t so much an apocalypse as it was a totally annoying and somewhat debilitating pain in the ass that just so happened to have weeded out some of the stupider people alive. 

After all, this isn’t the movies, only the completely mentally incapacitated got themselves killed. How hard is it to run faster than a corpse, or better yet, fight one off? They had absolutely no motor skills and zero upper body strength. However, their fluids, which they tended to share quite generously, were extremely hazardous – deadly even, or better yet, UN-deadly.

“Well, it is a really nice cheek, so I guess we could arrange something.” He stroked the almost too-smooth side of his face as if he were appreciating texture. 

“You’re lucky you amuse me, or else I might think you’re a totally cocky jerk.” Jimin smirked, distractedly playing with the ice cubes in his water with a spoon. 

He was admittedly a little preoccupied today; he was due to appear in court later this afternoon on an unlawful disposal of an un-dead person(s) charge. This wasn’t his first rodeo, he was pretty well known in his town for kicking ass and taking names when it came to the zombie pest infestation, and no one ever seemed to care before. But now, those damn tree-hugging morons were trying to give zombies rights, that’s right, ZOMBIES. Unfortunately for anyone with a brain, that meant that staying alive was only going to have that much more red tape and bullshit involved. 

Piss off one jerk-off neighbor who is keeping his Grandma’s reanimated corpse as a pet and get thrown in jail. It’s not like he didn’t tell him to keep her in his own yard, but she kept getting into his garbage, so it was time to put Granny down. 

People always wondered why he was so callous towards zombies, no sympathy, no remorse when he snuffed their non-existent life. That was probably because they were fucking zombies, DUH. He knew there were plenty of people who shared his views on the situation, and more than a few people that would support him in his quest to thin out the zombie herd, but as with everything there is always going to be enough dipshits to put a cramp in his style with their, “Zombies are People Too” campaigning.

Why couldn’t they just go back to policing social media, fixing climate change and saving the whales? It was like that Tootsie Pop commercial, the world may never know.

Jungkook feigned shock, “Me cocky? Yeah right, I’ve got modesty coming out the wazoo.” He frowned slightly, “Wazoo…” He said slowly, testing it out on his tongue, “what an idiotic word, I can’t believe I just said that.”

“Yeah, I was gunna point that out, but you beat me to it. I guess we can take word-smith off your list of attributes.” Jimin joked.

“Pfft, I’m a catch and you know it.” Jungkook grinned widely, his round bunny teeth in all their glory shining pearly white. 

“Yup, you’re the best.” Jimin smiled sweetly and leaned forward, thankful for the mindless conversation that came so easily with Jungkook. He was the perfect distraction.  “Thanks again for lunch, despite the lung cancer I now have from 2nd hand incense smoke, this place was pretty alright.” He took Jungkook’s large hand into own smaller ones.

“You’re welcome, I think.” 

“Now kiss me, PUBLICLY!” he demanded, tugging his hand towards him and pursing his plush lips.

Jimin knew how much he hated PDA, and Jungkook knew how much he loved to tease him about it.

“Fine, aish!” He rolled his large round eyes and gave him a kiss, but the grin on Jungkook’s face told him he didn’t mind nearly as much as he let on. 

He masked up, threw some money down on the table next to his crumpled napkin and discarded chopsticks, standing. “You ready?”

He glanced around the booth, putting his mask on quickly and making sure he had his bag. He lugged the oddly heavy bag out of the seat and threw it over his shoulder, pulling out one 9mm semi-automatic pistol from his treasure trove of deadly goodies, and took his boyfriend’s hand with his free one. 

“Jesus, do you even have a chapstick in there, or is it only weapons?” Jungkook asked, eyeing his hand-gun with a cursory glance.

“I have a few spare masks and some hand sanitizer in there too. What, would you rather I carry a full manicure set? Maybe I could mani-pedi a Zombie to death!”

He laughed as he pulled Jimin along, leading the way as he typically did. “You’re such a brat.”

Jimin shrugged, “Yeah, but you love me anyway.”

They walked toward the exit hand in hand, the modern day couple; where it wasn’t entirely unusual to see a petite, 5ft '7, 27 year old man grasping a gun in one hand and his boyfriend’s hand in the other as nonchalantly as if it were a diet soda. 

As they reached the door, he unclasped Jungkook’s hand and stepped ahead, leaning against the blacked out windows of the Chinese restaurant’s door, he opened the door slowly, making sure to scope the entire parking lot before he opened the door in its entirety. 

“It’s cool, babe.” Jimin stated, and allowed Jungkook to push forward and assume his ‘alpha male’ role once again. Jungkook hated that Jimin was the one with the gun, but that was just the way it was. Jungkook may have played the more dominant role in the streets, and between the sheets, but it was Jimin who took care of the zombies. It didn’t exactly make sense, but hey… it sounded cool right?

“As much as I love having you being my savior and all, you probably should be a little more discreet with that gun.” Jungkook led the way to the car, his precious piece of shit Hyundai. Jimin mostly ignored him as he hopped into the passenger side, the one with the seat that wasn’t entirely bolted down and the seat belt that had no buckle to latch it. 

“What are you so concerned about? It clearly isn’t safety judging from the death trap you’ve been driving us around in.” He fiddled with the seat belt, finding the lucky bolt on the inner side of the seat and hooking his belt to it. He pretended for his own piece of mind that it would somehow keep him from flying through the windshield, one could dream right?

“Well, I was just thinking about the fact that you’re on your way to court and all. Maybe a little discretion would go a long way? Besides, this car is as safe as any. Never did me wrong.” He stated defensively, popping a key into the ignition.

“Yeah, except that time it broke down. I mean, times.” Jimin smirked, purposely ignoring the court comment, he was already nervous as hell. 

The car thankfully burst into life and puttered their way out of the parking lot. Jungkook squeezed his knee affectionately, “Don’t be jealous, there’s room in my life for both of you. Plus the cat. And the fish.”

“You sure about that? Sounds like you’ve got quite a lot on your plate, a car, a cat and fish. Are you sure I can fit into that little love quadrangle?”

“Oh yeah babe, there’s plenty to go around. Plus you’re at the top of my list, just don’t tell the cat. She’s a jealous bitch, and would probably poop on your pillow.”

“I don’t doubt that.” Jimin chuckled darkly. 

All things considered, Jimin was a lucky guy. He had an amazing and utterly gorgeous boyfriend, enough ammo in their house to defend a small country and while the whole world may have gone to hell in a handbag, at least they had each other.

He glanced over to his boyfriend, who was absentmindedly pursing his lips in the endearing pout that he usually wore when he was concentrating, or lost in thought, which was often if we’re being honest. It was one of Jimin’s favorite things about him. He was snarky and cocky at times, but Jungkook was also very deep and thoughtful. The list of little things Jungkook never realized were so adorable was long, and Jimin preferred it that way, lest he get an even bigger head. 

The man knew he was attractive, and that confidence was what Jimin first noticed. Though, at the time, he thought he was a presumptuous jerk, albeit a beautiful one. He had approached Jimin at a bar, while hanging out with his friends one night during their weekly attempt to blow off steam in one of the few safe parts of town. 

It was a noisy, dark club, with the kind of sexy, cool clientele that seemed to always have a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Jungkook was no exception. Jimin had been eyeballing him from across the room long before Jungkook had approached him. 

He had tousled black hair that was shorn short on the sides above his ears and longer in the back. Clad in a black leather jacket and an all black ensemble that fit his body in ways that made Jimin drool, his heavily tattooed hand holding an unlit cigarette idly while he leaned against the bar ordering a drink. But he wasn’t alone. His two friends stood off to the side, talking to each other animatedly in between sipping their drinks. 

They all looked so handsome, and extremely cool. It almost made Jimin jealous.

Jimin hadn’t realized he was staring, but he most definitely was. Jungkook had turned his head slightly as if he felt Jimin’s eyes on his back, a small smile curling his lips. When the bartender returned with his drink he leaned forward across the bar, murmuring something inaudible to the man on the other side, who nodded and left again, coming back with a second drink.

He took his bounty from the bar and immediately locked eyes with Jimin. He wore a satisfied smirk on his gorgeous face as he sauntered the distance between them. 

Jimin froze, embarrassed but unable to tear his eyes away from him, caught red handed. He never usually ogled strangers at the bar, and it was even less frequent that he was approached. Not that Jimin wasn’t attractive, on the contrary. He had visuals that most would kill for. But he was shy, and a bit socially awkward around people he didn’t know. Not to mention the fact that his day job usually involved a lot more gun wielding and dead things than most people were willing to deal with. 

Jimin sucked in a breath, his eyes impossibly wide when he casually sat down next to Jimin, fixing his large round eyes in a narrowed sexy way on Jimin’s face. 

He silently slid the extra drink over to Jimin and put his arm around the back of Jimin’s chair, leaning forward so he could be heard. 

Jimin didn’t move and kept his face locked forward, almost afraid of the proximity of his body, but he could feel the stranger’s sweetly scented hot breath against his skin.

“I’m Jungkook,” He said into his ear, as if he was the answer to the greatest mystery Jimin had been pondering, which he kind of was. “Do you want to get to know each other a little better?” His words were dripping with suggestion.

It was incredibly sexy. Too sexy. It kind of pissed Jimin off how evocative he was, and how his nether regions seemed to twinge despite his better judgment. He silently scolded his extremely pent up, deprived sex drive, for daring to betray him at the first hot guy to whisper seductively into his ear in far too long.

Jimin was horny, sure, but he was not a slut. The implications purring from Jungkook’s sweet mouth made Jimin recoil despite himself. 

He leaned into the feeling of annoyance, lest he instead give in to his extremely tantalizing suggestion and do something he would later feel dirty and used from. 

Jimin turned to face Jungkook, trying to not get caught up in his pouty lips, and dark provocative eyes that seemed to want him. 

“Uh, thanks for the drink,” he stammered, instantly feeling tongue tied and less confident in turning the attractive man down. “But, I’m good. I’m with my friends.” 

He knew this guy was interested in sex, and not much else, and as titillating as a roll in the sack would be with this alluring stranger, he had to keep his wits about him. He had fuckboy written all over his face, and honestly the audacity to approach Jimin like that in the first place was a turn off. 

But then why was Jimin squirming under his smoldering gaze, practically wetting his pants at the invitation?

It didn’t take long for the handsome presumptuous stranger to wear Jimin down. Before the night was through, Jimin was bent over a table in Jungkook’s modest kitchen, clothes forgotten somewhere in between there and the front door. Giving up on ever making it to the bedroom, Jimin took Jungkook’s hot thick cock from behind, in what would end up being the first of several locations and pornographic positions that fateful night. 

It proved to be a night neither of them could forget, when Jungkook surprised Jimin by calling him, immediately after their rendezvous, unable to get the beautiful, bendy, plump lipped blonde out of his head. 

Somehow Jimin fell into a relationship out of nowhere, and they hadn’t looked back since. That was over a year ago. They had somehow carved a little piece of the world out for themselves, with Jimin moving into Jungkook’s small house, joining his motley crew of pets and friends. Finding themselves intensely comfortable and content with each other. 

Jungkook didn’t even bat an eyelash when Jimin confessed what he did for a living, paying his rent and student loans off with money he made from his zombie assassin side hustle. It wasn’t legal, mind you, but it paid the bills, and there wasn’t exactly a lot of honest work to be found these days. The economy was in the toilet, and jobs were scarce, but there was never a lack of zombies that needed disposing of. 

He advertised mostly by word of mouth, but there were plenty of places that one could go when they were looking to make contact with someone who specialized in his services. He had deals with a handful of different underbelly organizations that kept the client's rolling in. There were other hunters, of course, but it wasn’t exactly a job people were clamoring to get so all he had to do was keep his rates fair to not have much competition in the market. 

The government's stance on the zombie infestation was irritating. While they had made it illegal to dispose of zombies, they also had taken their hands off the steering wheel, allowing them to run amok. They were working on a cure, and while hell would likely be freezing over while everyone waited for that to happen, they had halted the mass killings by military enforcement and instead had taken a role of doling out safety guidelines and red tape for everyone to trip over. 

All that meant was that people were expected to wear facemasks, wash their hands profusely, and avoid being eaten by the slow stupid animated corpses. It wasn’t too hard after all. But that didn’t mean that people weren’t still turning left and right, just simple stupidity ending their lives in a ugly mockery of what they once were. 

Plenty of people were holding out that there was a cure on the horizon, but Jimin was there for those who were realists. Families who had agreed amongst themselves that if they were to ever turn, they didn’t want to be left to wander the streets or potentially infect their loved ones or others. Or people who had to live in fear while a neighbor housed their own infected family members, putting the safety of everyone in proximity in mortal danger. 

When there was a zombie that needed taking out Jimin was there, no questions asked. For the low low price of 500$ a pop. 

Of course, now he was wishing he had been smart enough to not kill a zombie when he wasn’t on the clock. Taking out his neighbors granny had been a dumb idea, it wasn’t exactly hard for his neighbor to figure out he had been the one responsible after all. Killing too close to home was his downfall. 

Well, downfall was perhaps a bit dramatic, he was only going to be fined more likely than not. There was the potential for minor jail time but usually a couple of greased palms from his contacts could take care of the harsher sentences. There wasn’t a lot money couldn’t fix, not that he was swimming in it or anything. But he was owed a few favors, and he was cashing them all in to avoid jail. He was too pretty for jail, let’s be honest. 

It didn’t stop him from being nervous though, he hated the formalities of court, the imposing harsh gaze of the judge, it was all too much pressure for him. Even a speeding ticket caused Jimin to break out in a sweat. He wasn’t sure what it was about authority figures but he hated them. They made him feel weak and helpless. Which he most definitely wasn’t. 

Only one person was allowed to make him feel that way, and only in the bedroom, and that was Jungkook. Something about letting him hold him down, using his strength to pin him to the bed, or the wall, pressing his hard body against his smaller one, made him feel helpless in the most delicious way. 

But give Jimin a gun, and you wouldn’t have to worry about his small frame or diminutive height any more. He was a crack shot, thanks to his stint in the military, his unit being stationed on the front lines. Jimin had been specifically trained in military weaponry and excelled quickly becoming a weapons specialist. 

Jungkook was two years younger than Jimin, and had managed to avoid ever being conscripted thanks to the whole apocalypse thing, the war over North and South Korea being forgotten with the fate of the planet as a whole being on the line. It was quite a time to be alive. 

While Jungkook was ever the macho man, good in a fight, and masculine in all the right ways, he had no idea how to use a gun. Given the opportunity to learn, he had turned his nose up at it much like the majority of gun fearing Korean’s of yester-year. But he was fine with Jimin taking up the helm, it was their give and take. Jimin felt safe on the arm of Jungkook around people, and Jungkook felt safe with Jimin around whatever else was lurking. He was glad Jungkook wasn’t the kind of guy to feel his masculinity being threatened because his smaller boyfriend was the one carrying the gun.

He really was a catch.

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Later that evening, Jungkook was waiting in the parking lot of the court, car idling. Jimin spotted the silver car as soon as he set foot outside. His armpits were damp, and his hands were still clammy from the anxiety of his court hearing. One 500$ fine later, he was breathing shakily but a lot easier than before. The relief of seeing his boyfriend waiting for him patiently outside made him feel even better. 

Jimin eyeballed the parking lot, sure enough, there was a zombie stumbling in the back of the lot, aimlessly walking and turning confused in circles. Not much of a threat. Which was good considering he obviously wasn’t packing at the moment. All the more reason for Jungkook to pick him up despite them not living far from the court house. Nothing made Jimin feel more vulnerable than not having his gun on him. He hurried to the waiting car, hating how nervous he was feeling. 

Jungkook leaned across and threw the car door open as he approached. Jimin hopped in letting out a breath of relief. Jungkook reached back over Jimin’s lap and popped the glove box, Jimin’s 9mm glowing in the light from within. 

“Awe, you’re too sweet.” Jimin said as if he had discovered a box of heart shaped chocolates. 

“I know how you get when you don’t have at least one weapon on you.” Jungkook quipped, running his hand up his boyfriend’s leg. 

Jimin smiled, tucking the gun into the waistband of his pants and settling back against the seat, appreciating the cold hard gun pressed there, a constant reminder that he could handle whatever happened. 

Jungkook took in the sight of his slightly sweaty, nerve-wracked boyfriend. He had closed his eyes, his breath was shallow, through slightly parted lips. His neatly styled blonde hair was starting to ruffle, with a tendril or two falling into his eyes. His shirt was clinging to him, the button down damp and uncomfortable looking at this point. But he looked extremely sexy.

“How’d it go? From the looks of how sweaty you are… I’d say, good?” 

Jimin chuckled, shaking his head, neither to agree or disagree. “500$ fine. It sucked. But I’ve lived to tell the tale, and I’ll be back to taking out zombie’s before you know it. But perhaps not our neighbors next time.”

Jungkook nodded, and squeezed Jimin’s thigh, “How about we get you home, and out of those clothes. Take a nice shower and have some dinner?” Jungkook offered, with an emphasis in his mind on getting Jimin out of those clingy clothes. 

A steamy shower with his sexy boyfriend sounded like a great way to relax and forget about how annoying and stressful court was. Who was he to say no, “Yes, please.” 

They plowed through the parking lot and on to the street, putting the courthouse and the odd lone zombie in the rearview. 

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Jimin was naked before he knew what was happening. 

It started in the car, in between shifting gears, Jungkook was rubbing his thigh, all while never taking his eyes off the road. The only sign that he was getting as turned on as Jimin, was the way he was biting his lip ring, pushing his hand between Jimin’s spread thighs and rubbing deeply, grazing his stiffening cock with each movement. 

Jungkook was eager to destress his poor boyfriend. Eager to get him home, so he could watch him melt into a puddle from pleasure only he could give him. 

Jungkook kept the deep massaging of Jimin’s inner thigh up all the way until they parked the car. He was possessive, arms around Jimin as soon as he pulled him from the car, walking with him wrapped up inside them while Jimin fumbled with the keys to their house. Jungkook only made the job harder, while he pressed his crotch to Jimin’s ass and buried himself in the crook of Jimin’s neck nibbling and kissing his still damp flesh. 

As soon as they were in the house, Jungkook stripped them both, tossing Jimin’s gun along with the rest of his clothes on the couch, kissing and tugging him towards their bathroom. They were barely able to navigate the house if not for the muscle memory, Jungkook was touching and kissing all the while. 

Jimin was in a fit of giggles and little gasps as Jungkook hurried them to their destination, quickly running the shower and back to pulling Jimin in close to put his hands all over his naked flesh. It was all hungry touches, and kisses. Jungkook was paying special attention to Jimin’s earlobe, pulling at the silver hoop there with his teeth. It always sent shivers down Jimin’s spine when he put his mouth anywhere near his ears, reminding him of the first time they met, his warm sweet breath purring seductively against it. 

The steam was starting to build in the small bathroom, indicating the shower was ready to melt Jimin’s cares away, not that Jungkook wasn’t doing a fabulous job of that already. He pulled Jimin in behind him, closing the curtain and letting the hot water drench their naked bodies. 

Jimin let Jungkook do all the heavy lifting, just willing to be touched and let his hands work themselves across his body. Jungkook, took a shower puff and squeezed a vanilla body wash into it, working the lather across Jimin’s chest, following the sponge with his hand as he felt Jimin’s nipples harden under his touch. Down his soft smooth belly, lightly caressing his toned abs, appreciating the subtle ripple of muscle beneath his pale skin. 

Jimin watched his hands move down his body, enjoying the way his boyfriend was so engrossed in the ritual. Jimin rested his arms loosely around Jungkook’s neck, draping them languidly and casually twirling the wet hair at the back of Jungkook’s head. 

He was ever so appreciative of the attention his boyfriend was giving to his body that bordered on worship, Jimin smirked inwardly wondering exactly who was getting off on this more. Jungkook was rock hard after all, his eyes following his hand movements, like he was drinking in every inch of the soapy naked sight. 

After Jimin had been perfectly lathered, Jungkook pressed his hard body against Jimin again, slickly moving his chest and abs against Jimin’s as he kissed him deeply, his hands grabbing fistfuls of Jimin’s tender soapy ass. 

Jimin kissed back, loving the way his boyfriend’s soft lips felt, tasting the water of the shower beading down their faces with each flick of his tongue against Jungkook’s. 

They hadn’t had shower sex in a while, but it seemed pretty evident that it was where they were headed. If the hands on Jimin’s ass, slipping between his cheeks and rubbing soapy circles around his hole, were anything to go by. 

Jungkook swirled his tongue slowly in Jimin’s mouth, almost in sync with his movements against Jimin’s rim. The two sensations eliciting a low moan into Jungkook’s mouth. Jimin bit and tugged at Jungkook’s lip ring in approval. 

Jungkook, slipped a wet finger into his hole, Jimin instantly mewled against his lips. The wet finger was  dipping in and out slowly, knuckle deep. Soon, it was followed by a second finger, stretching and twisting to make room for himself inside. 

Jimin was already weak in the knees, Jungkook knew exactly how to stretch him slowly, making his body ache without the burn of going too quickly. He was working him over with two fingers, scissoring wider at the tips til Jimin was blooming and softening like a flower opening to the sun. 

With the introduction of a third finger, Jimin was panting, gripping Jungkook’s hair at the back, with Jungkook folding himself around Jimin, head over his shoulder watching himself as he pulled Jimin’s asscheeks apart so he could get a better visual of his tattooed fingers doing what they did best. 

Jimin writhed under his fingers, holding onto Jungkook for dear life, twisting and pressing his aching dick against Jungkook’s upper thighs enjoying the slippery friction, feeling his equally hard cock press against his stomach. His ass was so full of Jungkook’s fingers, pushing slow and deep, pressing down against his prostate as he pumped them, giving Jimin a taste of the pleasure yet to come. The sweet pressure was building a fire inside his belly that was soon aching for more.  

With one final stretch, Jungkook pulled out his fingers, and slapped Jimin on his wet ass, the sound cracking in the air. Jimin gasped, the mixed pleasure and pain from the sensation making him fall apart. 

“Turn around.” Jungkook said bossily, his eyelashes were wet, his face dripping and hair a mess but he was oh so sexy when he got commanding. 

Jimin instantly twisted around, and Jungkook took him by the wrists from behind and nudged him against the shower wall. The tile was still cold and wet, it sent a shiver through Jimin’s hot body. He took Jimin’s hands and pulled them up, placing them on either side above his head, folding his fingers through Jimin’s and molding himself to his boyfriend’s body. 

Jimin immediately pushed his ass out, pressing it into Jungkook’s damp crotch, feeling his cock slipping between his asscheeks. Jungkook grinded against him, not entering him but sliding himself up and down against his ass with his dick nestled between his cheeks.

After some teasing, Jungkook finally released one of Jimin’s hands, “Don’t move.” He whispered into his ear. 

Jimin obediently waited, feeling Jungkook pressing his cock against his pliable hole, rubbing it there at the entrance as if checking if it was going to let him in. 

Jimin bit his lip in anticipation, his hole fluttering against the cock tip. That seemed to do the trick, Jungkook applied pressure, his hole immediately swallowing the cock head neatly, since he had already been so perfectly prepared for it. It didn’t stop Jimin from gasping at the sensation and sudden stretch. 

Jimin moaned deeply, while Jungkook fell against him, burying himself immediately inside of his perfect pink hole.

Jungkook put all his weight into it, and Jimin was impossibly full. No matter how many times they had fucked over the last year he never got over the way Jungkook made him feel so utterly complete and whole when he was inside him. 

“Uhhnnn, Jimin, baby. You always feel so fucking good on my cock.” Jungkook quietly purred, his lips close to his boyfriend’s ear. He wasn’t particularly loud during sex, that was usually Jimin’s role, but when he did he saved it for whispering lewdly against his neck just for Jimin to hear. It was Jimin’s biggest turn on. Hearing him breathily, quietly, coming undone just for him was like pornographic music to his ears. 

Jungkook was thrusting deep, his thighs slapping against Jimin wetly. He kept his hands above his head, not daring to move but his knees were growing weaker by the second. His dick was throbbing untouched, and Jimin wasn’t sure if it was the water or his precum dripping blissfully from the swollen tip. 

He had never been big on dirty talk before Jungkook, the idea had always made him giggle. He just couldn’t take someone saying stuff like that to him seriously. But when Jungkook pulled him by his hair, and praised how well he took his cock it nearly made Jimin cum. He never wanted him to stop. He couldn’t help the way he folded, responding in kind with sweet submissive agreement. 

“Mmm, just for you.” He managed in between gasps of pleasure. 

They were words he never could have imagined coming genuinely out of his mouth with any other man. Only Jungkook had ever made him feel so desired, so completely possessed. He was all his, his body was made for his pleasure.

Jungkook loved Jimin’s responsiveness, pushing his face against the shower wall firmly but gently, getting off on the way Jimin became his when he was inside of him. “All mine.” He grunted, grabbing Jimin’s hips and rocking himself harder against his ass. 

He was hitting Jimin’s prostate with each thrust, pounding it mercilessly. The sounds of their bodies clashing were louder than the shower itself and only drowned out by the sound of Jimin’s moans, which were sharp and pointed with each hit of his sweet spot. 

“Gunna cum.” He breathed weakly, his eyes screwed shut tight, letting the sensation of Jungkook’s hard grip on his hips and powerful rapid thrusts overtake him. The hot lightning rod of pleasure was hitting its peak.

Jungkook kept up the speed, but leaned forward again, wrapping his tattooed arms around Jimin’s chest tightly, holding him close and hard, shallow, fast pumping as he climbed toward his own orgasm. 

“Cum on my cock baby, show me how good I make you feel.” 

That was a request Jimin could most definitely fulfill, with Jungkook’s cock buried to the hilt and his breath against his neck Jimin was spiraling over the edge. Jungkook’s arms held him up as he nearly fell to the shower floor, fucking into him as his orgasm was purged from within, spilling rope after rope of cum beneath him.

His walls were clenched hard and tight against Jungkook who continued to pound Jimin. He couldn’t even feel his feet on the floor anymore, his orgasm still hitting him like crashing waves, moans and sounds he wasn’t even registering were flowing from his lips. 

Jungkook’s orgasm was close behind a few short hard thrusts later with an intense guttural groan, keeping himself deep within Jimin’s hole. He was panting hard, riding out the sensation overload with a deep grinding roll of his hips, seemingly never wanting to part from Jimin’s body. 

As if cured from some kind of sex poison, Jungkook grinned, his voice breathy but returning to normal, “Feel better now?” 

Jimin couldn’t stifle the laugh, Jungkook was still buried in his ass, and he was being cute. “Much.” He managed finally finding the strength to stand again. Jungkook buried his wet face against Jimin’s neck and kissed him repeatedly, “Good.” He murmured against his skin. 

When they had finished up in the shower, Jimin felt like an overcooked noodle. Soft and pliable. Jungkook wrapped him up in a huge fluffy towel, and carried him to their bed like a bride, eliciting giggles from Jimin. He was impossibly relaxed, in a way only Jungkook seemed to make him. Content, blissful and sleepy. Jungkook snuggled against his burrito wrapped boyfriend until they both fell asleep, forgetting dinner, and zombies, court and the whole world all together. 

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