Fluffy Cloud... Sex Cloud... I Mean Ill Take All The Above?! Yeah!

Fluffy cloud... sex cloud... I mean I’ll take all the above?! Yeah!

he’s a fluffy cloud

Glitter and Glass: Christmas Drabble

Warnings: 💕 none! There is a kiss, of course, and poor Namjoon beating himself up, but other than that nothing big!

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Note: You and Namjoon are attempting to decorate for Christmas last minute to surprise the guys. While he’s great at handing the hanging and the cleaning, Namjoon severely struggles while handling delicate ornaments and he decides to make it up to you after!

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“Joon! That looks amazing!”

He’s perched atop a chair, somehow his height not quite enough for him to hang the garland just right. He’s desperate to get it perfect before the group gets back from Christmas shopping. The place already looks incredibly festive, and you’re tag teaming, you assembling the tree and opening the tons of boxes of ornaments he purchased.

He has eager hands tonight, though, and as soon as he has the string of lights wrapped around the garland and hung, he plugs it in to look at his handy work. “I’m not so bad at this!” Coming to stand beside him, you smile. “It’s amazing! Oh! I brought these. Find places to hang them!” He examines the bits of mistletoe you hand him, and raises a brow. “And just who do you think we will be kissing around the house?” You giggle. “I don’t know! I’ve seen you guys do it as dares. And it’s only until the 1st! So... maybe you’ll be lucky and won’t have to kiss anyone?”

As you head back to the tree, he bites his lip. There’s someone he wants to kiss, but he has to hang the damn mistletoe first. Once that’s done, he calls you to look at it again, but before he can set it up for you to come under it, the sound of the guys returning crashes his plans. “Dammit.” He mutters as you run to help them get in with armfuls of bags and boxes. “No! Y/N, get away! You can’t see!”

Jimin runs for his life with a massive bag and you giggle. “I told you not to get me anything!” Mistletoe forgotten, you’re back by the tree, and Namjoon sighs wistfully, before making his way back over. The first few ornaments go on smoothly. His mind begins to wander though, and he fumbles a bright red glass bauble with glitter in it, the ornament shattering as soon as it hits the floor. Yoongi and Hoseok are giggling with Jin as they unpack the groceries, and Namjoon’s pout makes you coo over him, broom and dustpan in hand.

“Joonie, it’s ok! I broke one too! Don’t worry.”

You spoke too soon. In the next thirty minutes he’d managed to kick (and step on) the same box, crushing all but one, dropped two more, and nearly knocked you and the tree over whole moving around it. “Fuck, Y/N, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be doing this. I suck at stuff like this and I’ve ruined so many ornaments...” You’re shaking your head now, helping him pick up the pieces. His wince and grumble of pain signal your worry and the sight of him tugging a shard from his fingertips make you pout. “Oh, Namjoon. Come here.”

Playing doctor for only a moment, you had to laugh at how careful he was. Practically tip toeing around the bathroom, anxious and afraid to break anything else. “Joon, look at me...” you ask, and he nods, finally meeting your gaze as you finish wrapping the bandaid on his finger, and then tip your head. “What’s got you in such a frenzy? They’re just ornaments... and there’s no rush! The guys are already here. Let’s just finish it...”

He sighs. “I wanted it to be perfect. And just us. Like... time for me and you only.” You catch the shy dip on his voice, and smile brightly up at him. “Just us?” His eyes finally focus on you again and he nods. “Yeah...” Humming, you take his hand. “Ok. So... just us. We can ignore the others and pretend they’re not here.” He’s grinning, but as you lead him down the hall, he stops you, tugging you back into him. “Wait..”

You turn, confused, and then follow his gaze up to the mistletoe above you. He’s blushing now, and you feel the same. “You picked good places for this...” he laughs, and drags you closer by your waist, fingers gently threading through your hair. “Let me at least do something right tonight.” And the kiss he lit you up with was definitely right. It was perfect, your toe popping and everything. Hearing giggles from behind you, you turn to see Jimin and Jungkook wide eyed and red faced, surprised to see their leader and you lip locked. “Thanks for warning is about the mistletoe. And... Merry Christmas!”

Burying your face in Namjoon’s chest, you end up laughing as he follows, the two of you giggling as the younger two disappear, before you tug him into another kiss, occupying that space in the hall for a few more minutes. “Now...” you started, nose brushing against his, “How about you give the tree one more shot? I’ll help you.” And he agreed, promising to let you guide him. Surprisingly, he didn’t break a single ornament after that, the two of you finishing the tree with a star before going to dinner with the others.

Brooooooo

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So... I wanna write a cute Christmas themed Drabble...

Should it be with Hobi or Jimin. Sound off in the comments!

I’m about to drop a Jikook Sinday Drabble late for my friends Birthday guys!

Everybody like it and wish @softjiminsworld a happy birthday (even though it was the 15th!)

JIKOOK SINDAY DRABBLE

Author’s note: My girl @softjiminsworld just had a birthday on the 15th. So... she requested a Jikook Sinday Drabble and I’m a little late because life sucks, but here you go sugar! 💜

Warnings/Preface: If you don’t like Jikook/Kookmin or whatever you wanna call them, that’s fine. Just don’t bring the hate to my blog. Love comes in all shapes and sizes and we will probably never know if they’re a thing unless they want. This is PURELY FICTION and I’m making no assumptions about their lives. Please be warned, this is smut, so if you’re not about that, don’t read on. You’ve been warned. On that note, heed the symbols!: 🔥💕 because they gotta be a little sweet behind all the spicy!

Post writing note: There isn’t a whole lot of graphic smut. It’s talked about lightly, compared to other smut I’ve seen, and I hope that doesn’t upset anyone. There’s a blow job. Though it’s... a sort of first time type of thing? Jungkook is... soft for Jimin. And Jimin is territorial. And there’s some sweet Jikook stuff at the end. It was shorter than intended... but I hope you like it!

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He was staring and he knew it. But how was one not supposed to look at the divine creation that was Park Jimin when he was like this? Practicing for the MMA performances had been a bit stressful right after coming off of vacation. Not that it had been that much of a vacation, and not that they were out of shape. The hustle and bustle and drag of their old schedule right before break came snapping back with a painful sting like a rubber band pulled back too far. Even he, the king of pain endurance, was almost to his limit.

This was a good distraction.

Jin had dropped a bowl of ramen in his lap as he sat cross legged on the rehearsal room floor, obediently watching as his hyung spun and flipped and twisted and rolled in the most beautiful ways. His limbs moved like water, eyes closing when he really got into it, the cloth he held flowing behind him merely an extension of his body. How he wished he had his good camera. His phone would have to do.

The sound of the camera dedicating a soft moment to memory shattered it despite Jungkook willing it not to, and Jimin glanced up, smile breaking the serious expression when he realized it was his dear Kookie who had taken a photo. “Jungkook-Ah! I forgot you were here for... well I’m not even sure how long I’ve been in here? What time is it? And when did you get ramen?” Jungkook was already gathering a bite of the saucy noodles for Jimin when he sank to his knees on the floor in front of Jungkook, pillowy lips parted expectantly. “Jin-Hyung brought them because I didn’t come when he called. He even scolded me. I’m surprised you didn’t hear...”

Jimin hummed as he chewed, slurping at the end which made Jungkook giggle and reach out with his sleeve to wipe at the older man’s chin. It had happened on repeat, moments like this, so many times over the last year, and he knew their fans had their speculations about their relationship. Up until this moment he had wondered to himself as well, but when their eyes met? He felt every bit of his resolve that it all meant nothing, that Jimin was only taking care of him, shatter.

His thumb had plucked the soft cushion of Jimin’s lower lip as he swiped over it, and his brain caught the bounce back in slow motion. Jimin’s pupils shrank to a pinpoint nearly as Jungkook lifted his eyes to his, and in that moment everything seemed to stand still. Jimin reached for his bowl and he let him have it, supposing perhaps the man had decided he wanted his serving for himself. Instead, it was sat aside, near the door, as Jimin’s bare feet padded across the cushioned floor to lock it. What came after Jungkook never could’ve prepared for.

The blur that was Park Jimin hit his chest like a bag of cement, and the press of eager lips that followed it made sure Jungkook felt like he’d been punched free of every ounce of air he had contained before. But oh how it soothed afterwards? The softness of Jimin’s lips contrasted the burn of need that had built up for years when Jungkook parted his lips to voice his confusion. The sound, however, left as a soft moan and it was swallowed up as Jimin slid over his thighs to straddle him.

There was the sensation of fingers in his hair that distracted from the rush of blood to his groin as he all but surrendered to the kiss, brain finally recomposing and catching up to what was happening. He was kissing Jimin. Well... he was now. Fisting the material of Jimin’s shirt, he tugged it off and over Jimin’s limbs and head and threw it, a needy sound leaving him as those delicate fingers became white hot daggers dragging lines up his abs under his shirt and making him shiver like they were cold.

“Kookie, tell me to stop if you want me to...”

It was a warning, or permission to back out, but he had never left something undone and at this point he was sure he didn’t want to. Nipping at Jimin’s bottom lip in an answer, he ducked out of the material in the next moment to allow Jimin to strip him of his sweatshirt. “Don’t stop.” Was that his voice? He sounded more like Yoongi than himself just then and he was sure it had a lot to do with desire. How long had he felt like this? And Jimin? How long had they denied this?

“I want you so bad, Kookie. Please let me have you...” Saying no wasn’t an option, but fear of never being on this side of... anything near this made him gasp softly. “Jiminssi, I’ve... I’ve never...” The older man nods softly, biting his own lip until there is an obvious dent. “That’s ok... I’ll... I’ll just touch you. And we can... figure everything else out. Do you want me to touch you?” The pathetic whimper and nod that left Jungkook right after made him flush darkly, the pink spreading from his ears all the way to under his pecs. “Yes... please.”

His own hand wasn’t unknown... but the second Jimin broke through the flimsy barrier that was made up of his jeans and boxers, he knew nothing could compare to this. To be touched and explored by another was so foreign yet... he wanted nothing else. Surrendering to the other, he leaned back against the mirror, feeling Jimin shift. The soft nip and suction of lips at his neck and chest dragged a ragged sound from his chest as his hands searched for something to grab. A fistful of hair would do.

And Jimin loved it.

He purred against Jungkook’s ear, his fist now firm and sure as it tightened and pumped. His wrist was rolling slightly, adding a different degree of sensation that made Jungkook squirm. Wiggling down the mirror, he connected their lips again, hips lightly lifting off the floor and into Jimin’s hand as the other watched Jungkook begin to unravel. So many pieces of the younger male had been witnessed but he had never ever seen this.

And it was a masterpiece.

Bunny teeth were slightly concealed by his upper lip as it stretched across them in restraint. Bottom lip jutted out as he moaned, the sound breathy and melodic and almost familiar to Jimin’s ears, like he was singing. “That’s it baby... let me show you what I’ve been wanting to see...” Jungkook answers with a breathless whimper, hand sliding behind him to brace on the cool surface of the mirror, hips rocking up again. Jimin is knelt between his parted thighs, now, tugging his pants lower, and Jungkook swears the room starts to spin.

The heat and the wet from Jimin’s mouth are all over the throbbing surface of his cock, swallowing him up and he can’t breathe. “Oh... oh! Hyung... I... Jiminssi...” How could Jimin had reduced the Maknae into a whimpering, damp eyed mess covered in a pink flush on the floor this easy? His tough exterior had all but melted into a submissive mess on the rehearsal room floor and Jimin was drunk off of it. His eyes fluttered closed as Jungkook lifted his hips too sharply, pressing into the back of his throat.

Exhaling carefully to control the urge to vomit, he made the trip himself so Jungkook didn’t have to, swallowing him up on the descent. It seemed to make Jungkook fall apart a little more, the intensity of being swallowed whole too much for the younger man. “I’m gonna... Hyung you need to... I can’t... please... oh! Fuck!” Jimin didn’t move despite Jungkook’s feeble efforts to move him off before he found himself pumping white hot shots of his release down the back of Jimin’s throat.

Everything felt similar to watching frosting drip down the sides of a cake... or ice cream melting under the sun. His head was thrown back, body jerking in random and slightly embarrassing ways as he realized Jimin had promptly swallowed everything he’d let go of. The proof was shown a second later when Jimin exposed his tongue and teeth and then scooped Jungkook up for another kiss. Limbs feeling rather boneless, Jungkook panted, and grappled with getting up off the floor. “Damn... I... are you ok?”

Jimin laughed again, the light noise a stark contrast from the animalistic sound Jungkook had made moments earlier. “Jungkook-Ah I’m fine... I wanted you to... I promise... come here. God you look so good right now... are you ok?” His hands wandered through his red tipped hair, shoving it back in handfuls as he attempted to find words. “That was incredible... I.... what about you?” The moment seemed to quiet for a moment and Jimin slid into Jungkook’s lap, once more, his fingers resuming the tender stroking.

“We have the rest of the night to practice. You can... find a way to pay me back later, hmm?” Jungkook’s tone dipped when the satoori came, matching Jimin’s as he nodded. “Later? Yeah... we can... continue this. I just... when did you... how long?” He had tasted himself on Jimin’s lips, eyes still focused on them before he forced them up to the others eyes. “Kookie... since the first day... I’ve known I felt differently about you. I just... it took time to get here I guess? It’s not going to be easy... but after the fans started noticing and making theories and gushing about our treatment of each other, I began examining...” “me too...” “Yeah?” Jimin looked at Jungkook fondly, and he blushed, hiding his face in his neck.

“I’m so sorry. This should’ve been more romantic! And thought out!” Jungkook laughed. “Since when do we ever do anything the normal way?! It’s... it’s our thing. You are me.” Jimin nodded. “And I am you. Jungkook-Ah... I want this. For forever.” Jungkook found himself blushing now, lips pursed as he forced his body up to sit eye to eye with Jimin, taking the moment in. “Forever sounds good... we can start there.” Jimin was giggling now, kissing Jungkook’s jaw. “Why do you always have to one up me? Why? Why can’t I win?”

Scoffing at his words, Jungkook shook his head. “You can’t! It’s impossible. Others have tried and failed. I’m the Maknae. The golden one. The master. The lack of all trades! I’m the international play boy!” Jimin snorted, only to whine and attempt to escape when he was easily rolled and pinned. “You’re my international playboy now, though, right?” He added when Jungkook found his gaze. “And you’re my calico cat. Now... let’s see about me returning the favor...”