The Doms Next Door~ (TaeKook X Reader!)

The Doms Next Door~ (TaeKook x Reader!)

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Rating: 18+

Word count: 2.9k

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader x Taehyung

Genre: Smut/Polyamory/Dom/Tattoo artist AU.

Warnings: M/M/F; explicit language; degrading names; rough, graphic, and verbal sex; 3somes; oral domination; orgasm denial; BDSM themes; female-sub/Male-Dom themes; polyamorous relationship; Whole lotta kinky shit. Oh, and TaeKook is also covered in tatts and piercings 🌚

Au: in which you unknowingly accept the offer to become a tattoo model for the two, sexually-crazed men next door.

• disclaimer: I created the collage below, but I don’t own any of the photos used ~

“Ah! Fuck!”

Wha—? Your head rose up from your laptop, eyes blinking at the darkness of your room as they were suddenly pulled away from the essay you’ve spent hours focusing on. That certainly sounded—

“Yes, just like that! Keeping fucking me just like that!”

You shook your head a little as it spun in confusion to what you were listening to. There was a woman screaming these words out in the form of a battle cry, and you were actually a little more disturbed by the clarity of her voice, despite it being very faint with distance. Where was it coming from?

“Jimin!” You called out over your shoulder, knocking on the drywall behind your bed as the need for rationalization got the best of you. Either 1): your direction of hearing was way off at the moment, or 2): there was someone having very rough sex outside your window. “Do you hear that? Are you watching porn again?”

“I’m watching hentai, but that isn’t coming from me,” Jimin simply replied, his voice nonchalant and close enough to let you know that you were both pretty much sitting back-to-back against the headboards of your bed-frames. “Don’t worry, though. The neighbors are just blowing my friend’s back out again.”

“Uhm, do what? You say that, like, plurally. How many people is she having sex with?”

You heard Jimin snicker before his bed squeakily bounced from a loss of weight, and not many seconds later was he at your door, greeting you with a cheeky grin on his handsome face.

“Forgot to tell you, the neighbors are kinda.. kinky,” he trailed off, making an imbalanced gesture with his hand. You flipped your lamp on and sat your laptop beside it on the nightstand, instantly intrigued by this as Jimin strolled to your bed. He sprawled himself out at the footboard and laughed a little when you attentively folded your legs in, like a preschooler would for story time.

“Two doms live there, and from what I can tell, they’re having a threesome right now with my friend, Avery. They’re training her to become a sub.”

Your eyebrows perked at this, your interest sparking even more. Not that you were sexually active (or experienced) yourself, but things of this nature have always fascinated you, regardless.

“A sub, as in: BDSM type-shit?” You emphasized for clarity. “Is she, like, a sex-slave to them?”

“Yes, BDSM— but no, they’re just helping her practice her sexual submission for when she does find a dom of her choosing.”

“So wait, have you met them before?” you asked, that being one of several questions.

“No, I’ve never even seen them before. But I’ve been friends with Avery since last semester, and she told me about her training to be a sub— because, ya know, I eventually find out every dirty little secret about my friends,” He gloated, and you nodded in acceptance to that. It‘s true, Jimin is that kind of friend that encourages you to talk about yourself if he senses anything odd about your behavior. Which, explains how he knew your whole life story within the first 3 months you met him, roughly 4-5 years ago in high school.

“Anyways, I had no fucking clue it was her that I kept hearing over there, getting her wig snatched left and right by these vulgar ass men. But then I saw her walking out of their house one day, and I called her over because really, I couldn’t help myself. I was genuinely concerned for her health after I heard the gorilla sex going on next door; it was so fucking raunchy, I damn-near called the police.”

Your eyes wavered a bit as Jimin snorted to himself, but you beckoned him to continue.

“To hear her describe them, they’re alpha-males and really fucking hot ones, at that. Like, so attractive that it kinda fucks with your head— you get what I mean,” he granted, knowing that you’re a natural-born fangirl at heart. You could relate. “They’re not sexually involved with each other directly, though. They’re straight. But they want someone to serve as a submissive in a polyamorous relationship with the two of them, where they co-dom. Avery was interested at first, but she said it was too intimidating having a relationship with them outside of the bedroom. So she just goes over there to get dick-down from time to time, but that’s it. They’re still actively looking for someone.”

“Wait, how the hell..?” you started, backtracking with the jumbled up equation inside your head. "They wanna share someone, but aren’t physically attracted to each other? Is that even polyamorous?”

“I guess it can be,” he shrugged, as if he didn’t know of any other term to use. “She said they have more of a skinship thing going on and balance each other out, like a freakier version of ying-and-yang. One kinda wants to pamper you like a princess and spoils you outside of the bedroom; but the other one is more authoritative and makes sure your ass stays in line, even with all the special treatment you’re getting. They’re look for, like, a legit girlfriend, slash-sub.”

"That’s… an interesting concept,” you noted, pondering at the thought.

“Yeah, it’s hot as fuck,” Jimin declared, glancing up at the window as Avery continued to howl in pleasure. “She said that they’re both very domineering and possessive, but then become really affectionate and attentive for after-care. But again, like she said, it’s really hard walking into something like that when they’re both so intense.”

"I bet,” you muttered, knowing you could never be that brave. You’ve only had sex once on your prom night, and it was immensely awkward and something you’ll probably never live down. So you’ve been solo-dolo with a handful of vibrators and an imagination far too sheltered for shit like this.

“Oh, oh, please— ah!”

You jumped as a yelp sounded outside of your window, like there was a dog who just got its tail stepped on.

“Did I say you could cum all over my cock just yet? Hm?” A man rasped out, sounding straight up fucking demonic. Guy #1, you conquered. A swift sound of a slap then rang out, and your face paled at the urgent cry of pain.

“Did he just hit her?!” You gasped, startled by another (thwack!), answering that very question. You approached your window for a closer listen.

You lived in a neighborhood of close-packed duplicate homes. Meaning, every house was modeled the exact same and was about 20 feet apart. So you could clearly see the very same window directly across the yard from yours. And much to your surprise, it was wide open and a mere curtain was the only thing keep all the ruckus visual hidden.

“That explains why they’re so fucking loud,” you muttered under your breath, frowning when you heard the girl ask for more. “How is she enjoying that? It sounds so painful.”

“Have you forgotten what the M in B-D-S-M stands for?” Jimin retorted, teasingly. He’s clearly had his own fair share of kinky endeavors, which explains why he was no-where near as effected by this as you were. Just amused in general. "Don’t look so horrified, (Y/N). Getting spanked is more mainstream than masochistic these days.”

You shot him a crazed glare before another voice spoke out, one that didn’t appear to be engaging in intercourse, but was crudely patronizing her as it was happening.

“Awh, look at that face. You must really wanna cum again, huh? Dirty little slut.”

You shook your head as you mind literally boggled at that— such a vulgar, degrading term coming from such a rich, sultry voice. Guy#2, to be exact. A slap sounded again— one that made your ass sting a little— and the girl sang out louder than Mariah Carey.

"Yes, please! I’ll do anything— ah! Please!please!please!”

“Shut up, you know better,” the vicious one (guy #1) grated out, rough and merciless. Unexpected tension twisted at you pelvis when he iterated himself with each powerful thrust, making the bed-frame pound against a dry-wall. “I don’t give a fuck how close you get, you better fucking hold it in, until I say so.”

Your jaw, once again, wrenched completely open as you silently screeched out into the air, an unfathomable amount of cringe ripping at your boiling insides. But at the same time, your stomach was doing a weird amount of backflips, and it wasn’t exactly nauseating. Your imagination was even starting to run a little wild beyond your control, and soon enough you were stumbling back onto your bed as the man began grunting in momentum. Jimin was quite shook by this as well, his eyes scrunched shut as an extreme, teeth-baring gush came over his facial-features from where it was taking everything in him to not howl out in laughter. You’re pretty sure it had more to do with the blatant bafflement written all over your face.

“I kinda wanna frisbee a bible through their window to see if it’ll catch fire.”

You snorted at the joke, but really, you were the one needing a ‘come to Jesus’ meeting with yourself, because there was no denying the moisture seeping between your legs now. Everything was beginning to flutter, too. Which was troubling, because that meant that your body was acting in ways that deemed you to be excited by this violent, pornographic audio. And why was your body acting like this? You had no fucking clue. This was so far out of your league.

Avery was beginning to sound like the exorcist as the man plowed into her against the noisy bed, making you sincerely worried for her cervix. You once read a thread on Twitter about the time some girl got fucked so hard by this guy, he knocked her entire uterus behind her rib-cage and she had to get vaginal surgery to get it fixed. And at the rate guy#1 is going, you wouldn’t be surprised if Avery winds up coughing out her entire pelvis by the time it’s all over with.

”You must love letting the neighbors know when you’re over here getting your brains fucked out. Why don’t you invite them over to watch sometime?” Guy #2, the patronizer, spoke.

“WE LOVE A SHOW—!”

Your hand impulsively shot out to clasp over Jimin’s mouth, where you then smothered his giggles the best the you could with a scold. Thankfully, your window was still closed and the wet smacks were loud enough to overpower his brief volume, sparing you the heart attack.

“Tell you what,” Guy #2 continued, who you concurred had a voice naturally deeper than the ocean, even without it being heated with lust. “Since this is the last time we get to have you for a while, we’ll let you cum one more time. But, you gotta do it while I fuck your throat. Deal?”

“Yes sir,” the girl immediately responded, desperate and eager.

Your eyelid began to twitch as if there was wire-shorting in your brain; whereas Jimin’s body began to flail out in wild convulsions, as if he’d been touch by The Holy Ghost. You began pulling at your hair as you listened to the sloppy gargles that picked up from across the the yard, the explicit and decipherable noises of someone getting a rod crammed down their throat making the base of your neck pulse at the surrealism. But for some odd reason, your mouth began watering like crazy, instead of going dry..

“Ah, shit,” guy #2 hissed in pleasure, clearly not holding back as you could hear him bobbing in and out of her throat, getting a good feel and enjoying himself at her expense. “Alright, little girl. I wanna here you choke on it as you cum now.”

Both men began groaning very, very hypnotically as Avery (you assumed) did as told, mewling out around the cock in her mouth. You curled into a fetal position as these vivid images played out into your head on their own accord, their identities being the only thing missing as the throaty gurgles and sloppy wet sounds provided enough leadway. But apparently, being throat-fucked seemed to be quiet pleasing to her, because she soon gasped out in giddy relief as her windpipe was suddenly cleared… making a bit of your soul leave your body from the sincerety in words of gratitude.

“Thank you so much.”

You actually wanted to scream.

“That, my friend, is a bad bitch,” Jimin announced with a round of applause, not paying any mind to your emotional breakdown. A theoretical lightbulb then popped up over his head, and before you knew it, he snagged your Bluetooth speaker off your dresser and headed for the window— a man on a mission.

“What are you doing?” You shivered, still traumatized but warily eyeing your best friend as he opened your window seal and whipped his phone out, flashing you a cheeky grin.

“Deepthroat, by Cupcakke,” He declared, and it was already too late. He held the pill-shaped speaker out as far out of the window as he could, and turned the volume all the way up.

♫ ♪~ DongDongdong— Dong, DongDong-Dong~♫ ♪

♫ ♪ "HUMP ME! FUCK ME!

DADDY BETTA MAKE ME CHOKE— (YOU BETTA)—” ♫ ♪

You wailed in agony, unable to hold yourself back any longer. As soon as the lyrics began to play, it triggered an instinct of flight and you broke into a full-blown Naruto-run for the hallway, your arms slanting out behind your back and everything. Jimin left the speaker playing on the seal and darted after you, cackling like a seagull as you were honestly trying to escape him.

“Why the fuck do you run like that?!” He wheezed, tears rolling down his face as he collapsed onto the couch, clutching his stomach.

“I watched a lot of manga as a child!” You screamed out at him, jumping from toe-to-toe like a maniac as your anxiety was soaring through the roof. “Turn it off!”

♫ ♪ MY TUNNEL LOVES A DEEP-THROAT,

LICK, LICK, LICK, LICK,

I WANNA EAT YO DICK,

BUT I CANT FUCK UP MY NAILS,

SO ILL PICK IT UP WITH CHOPSTICKS—♫ ♪

"Mouth wide open! Mouth wide open!” Jimin chanted along, weakly pumping his fist into the air to the beat of the song as he was too amused to give a fuck. And you had to admit, this was just as comical as it was nerve-wrecking. You kinda wanted to hide, really wanted to laugh, but very much wanted to cry? But more importantly, you had to go turn it off before confrontation. Because it was fucking blaring loud enough for the whole damn neighborhood to hear, and it was coming from your room.

“You fucking asshole!” you cried, mustering up all your courage as your arms propelled into wings before hauling ass back into your room. You dove for the window, Jimin pissing himself in background, and you didn’t dare to even glance across the yard as you snatched your speaker back and slammed the window shut. Your heart hammered inside your chest as you frantically mashed the power button, eventually shutting all sound off before chunking it across the room as if it was cursed.

You then stormed back into the living room to beat Jimin’s ass, but you really didn’t stand much of a chance before your own amusement got the best of you, once you finally calmed down. Jimin later got a phone call from the legendary deep-throater herself— little Miss Avery— and she too was laughing into his ear about how clever his choice of song was. She then informed him that there won’t be anymore nightly occurrences like that for a while, as she was taking a couple months off from school to go back to her hometown to see her family. But even after it was all said and done with, it still stuck with you throughout the whole night.

You were, without a doubt, appalled by what you heard. Everything about it seemed so filthy and raw. However, as you laid in your bed, your body was still on fire and your inside were still running amuck with adrenaline. Craving something, it seemed; and you didn’t know what to do about it until your mind wondered over to the vibrator in your drawer.

It then occurred to you— after reaching a 3rd orgasm in a row, just by recalling the way they spoke to her— that maybe.. just maybe…

.. you aren’t really that innocent, after all.

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~ A/N: first of all, i promise this is not a cracc. I’m just trying to break the ice before getting into the angst and smut and what-not. Secondly, I’m not sorry about the Cupcakke or Naruto reference. Thirdly, I’m really fucking salty right now because I stayed up until 6 o’clock this morning (I started at 8 last night) editing this post to perfect it as best as I could, and I SHIT YOU NOT, I had everything ready to go and was just about to enter the tags in before posting when the tumblr app literally crashed and didn’t save SHIT. So sadly, this is still a rough draft. But I hope that’s okay. And finally, I will be making this a series and the next chapter will be officially introducing TaeKook:) I’m egg-cited. So please, my little angel muffins, tell me what you guys think! I’m needy as fuck so feedback is crucial! 🤗

— Tatertot. 💜

Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jeon Jungkook & Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin (BTS) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Science Fiction, Clones, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Self-cest, Mind Games, Manipulation, Drunk Sex, Porn With Plot, Tension, Dubious Consent Summary:

Jungkook glanced around, recalling how every room and corridor they had passed through seemed uninhabited, no other sign of life presenting itself or no sound coming from something else than the pair. “Okay, so, you might want to sit down for this. I’ve seen too many people faint in my lab, and that’s just dangerous.” Jungkook pulled the stool that Jimin slid towards him underneath himself, settling on it, resting an elbow on an empty spot of the counter.

Jimin took a deep breath, pushing his glasses up. “I succeeded in human cloning, and there are five clones of myself that live in a deeper part of this facility.”

At Your Service

Pairing: BTS Yoongi/Suga (Doberman Pinshcer Hybrid) x Reader (human)

Genre: Fluff/ Slight Angst/ Smut/ Hybrid au/ Office worker (reader)/ Bodyguard au

Summary: Your Grandpa adopted him, ex-K-9 police dog hybrid, to kept the auto shop safe. He had to fulfill his viscous guard dog hybrid appeal, but he was putty in your hands. However, when an unexpected event happens you take ownership of Yoongi, your best friend…but when tensions build, will he want to stay with you?  

Words:10 K

Warnings: Death of character (family member), smut, knotting kink, oral (giving), switch/dom/sub, baby girl & baby boy, protection, cursing, and dirty talk. Rated 18+ (M)

A/N: Hi…I wanted to release this one shot as an intermediate while I’m working on other series. Thank you for being patient with me. This is supposed to be lighthearted~. Thank you for reading~ check out the other version to get a (slightly different perspective on this one shot!

Masterlist, Monsta X Shownu/Hyun-woo Version

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Crescent Bound {M} - Jungkook

Jeon Jungkook x Reader Genre:  Werewolf! AU/ Smut / Dash of Fluff Word Count: 12,730 

Crescent Bound Series Masterlist | Jungkook | Yoongi | Jimin

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content (and if you can handle that then I’m pretty sure you can handle the coarse language)

The first time you noticed a change with Jungkook was towards the end of summer before classes started again. It was late evening. The last of the summer heat for the day drawn away and the cool breeze from the open window crept in. You shifted closer to Jungkook, feeling the warmth of his body radiate off him to you. His body temperature always running a tad bit higher than yours and you would tease him about it. He’d joke and say that it’s because your heart was so cold and his was warm. He had been  your best friend for as long as you could remember. There was nothing that you two didn’t know about each other. It started off as your typical night with Jungkook, watching movies on the couch in the living room of his house. You had cuddled him before, something that was nothing more than an innocent gesture between both of you. Yet that night was different. When you moved closer to him he stiffened, and though you had barely brushed against him a loud groan escaped his lips before he collapsed from the couch on to the ground. He keeled over grasping at his wrist, his breathing erratic.

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Birthday Present

Word count: 1,799

Genre: Tiny bit of smut, Angst & Fluff

Pairing: Husband! Jimin x F! Reader

AN: I wanted to make some fluffy content to cut through the smut and celebrate this beautiful mans birthday. I hope he had an amazing day. ❤️ Enjoy~!

[18, August]

Your husband collapsed onto the bed beside you; bare chest heaving and covered in a light sheen of sweat. You closed your eyes, a satisfied and radiant smile crossing your features before you turned onto your side to watch the man beside you.

Jimin’s smile was bright, making his eyes disappear and the sight had you hoping that your future child would inherit the same endearing feature.

“Legs up baby,” he suddenly chuckled, easily maneuvering you back onto your back and your legs over his hips. “We can’t have our chances running down your legs now can we?”

You rolled your eyes despite your smile and then smoothed your thumb over the apples of his cheeks. “Do you think we’ll get lucky this time?” You stopped in your movements and your voice dropped an octave.

You and your husband had been trying for months now and with no luck your hope was starting to dwindle but Jimin remained positive. Perhaps it was the copious amount of love making; any chance you both could get around work and your social lives you were cooped up in your shared bedroom.

“We will baby, I feel good about this one,” he assured you softly before bringing his hand to your stomach and rubbing the expanse lovingly. “This will be it, we’re really going to be a family.”

[2, September]

Your heart was in your throat as you sat on the bathroom floor, legs crossed and hand in Jimin’s while you both waited for the results. The alarm on Jimin’s phone rang and he quickly turned it off to not disturb the silence.

“This is it,” you inhaled deeply, reaching up onto the counter to pick up the small white test. Of course, it was the best on the market, Jimin insisted on buying the most expensive, always. Just to be sure.

Not pregnant.

The words stared back at you, mocking you for what felt like the millionth time and you felt your heart drop once again. You let your hand fall to your lap along with the test and Jimin wrapped his arms around you to pull you closely into his side.

“What if something’s wrong with me?” You squeaked, your worst fears seeming to become a reality. You swallowed thickly, willing away the tears in your eyes.

“Don’t say that, nothing is wrong with you. You are perfect. We just have to keep trying,” he pressed his lips into the crown of your hair and you sniffled. You nodded slightly but you weren’t convince. It had been so long since you had decided to try for a family and you’d had no luck despite doing absolutely everything to ensure a successful pregnancy.

“I’m here baby, for the long run. No matter what as long as I have you I have everything I need.” You held onto every one of Jimin’s words, hoping that he was telling the truth. That even if you were to find out there wasn’t a chance for you to start a family the conventional way he would stick by you and love you anyway.

[13, October]

The gentle autumn glow spread light through your room through sheer curtains. You moaned softly before turning to face your husband.

“Happy birthday baby,” you pushed his blonde bed hair away from his forehead to kiss the expanse then you trailed your kisses over each eyelid, the apples of his cheeks, tip of his nose and finally you hovered over his beautifully plump lips. You knew he was awake now from the small way his breathing had shifted but he remained ‘asleep’. “Guess my beautiful husband won’t be getting any birthday kisses this morning, I only give those to birthday boys when they’re awake,” you sighed dramatically, about to move away until Jimin’s arms caged you in and he peaked one eye open while pouting his lips out for you to peck. You did without a moment of hesitation and he beamed.

“It’s always a happy birthday if that’s how I wake up,” you smiled down at the ethereal man, your fingers stroking his cheek before you could lean down to kiss him again and again and again.

Even though you had been together for a few years now he still made you feel giddy with his cheesy pickup lines, surprise gifts at work and intense makeout sessions like you were having now. Suddenly the jarring sound of Jimin’s alarm clock rang and he groaned into your lips, his hand blindly reaching over to shut it off.

“I have to go to work now baby, but I’ll be home early, okay?” You nodded with a dreamy sigh.

Today was Jimin’s birthday and you had a lot to do to prepare for the surprise you had planned. Earlier in the week you’d called his family and some friends from Busan to invite them to a surprise birthday party.

The house you shared was silent after he left for work; something that had once never bothered you seemed to now make you uncomfortable and even a little sad; knowing you may never get the chance to fill that silence with the sounds of your own crying baby or tiny footsteps.

Tiredly, you took yourself to the bathroom and surveyed your appearance in the mirror. You looked pale and a little drawn, a look that matched the inexplainable sickness you had began to feel over the last two days. You’d been throwing up, getting dizzy and losing your appetite. Perhaps you should book an appointment with the doctor you wondered as you opened up the draw that contained some medical supplies.

You searched through it for some painkillers to remove the nausea but first your hand fell on a box containing a pregnancy test. The last one you had bought weeks ago before deciding to give it a rest with them. You sighed sadly while pulling it out. Then it hit you.

The nausea, the throwing up, loss of appetite. They were all signs of pregnancy.

Your heart immediately lurched to your throat; your legs wobbly as you stepped over to the toilet to try one last time.

Your wait this time felt like a millennia and you were so full of hope. This had to be it, you had to be pregnant, you repeated the lines over and over in your head until the timer on your phone went off and you could finally breathe.

“Okay, it’s okay,” you told yourself before picking the small device up off the counter.

Pregnant — 2 weeks.

You brought your hand to your mouth to contain your sobs. It was true; you had a life growing inside you. All of a sudden you couldn’t contain yourself and fell to your knees, dropping the test and crying into your hands. You were so happy.

Jimin needed to know. But he could wait.

After a good cry you got up, cleaned yourself up and got yourself dressed in a company pair of jeans and a sweater. You smiled at your reflection in the long mirror, taking a moment to pull your top up and place a hand to your stomach.

“Daddy’s going to be so happy when he hears the news,” you told the small embryo with a smile before being pulled away from the moment by your phone ringing.

It was Mrs Park, probably to discuss the party and when she would come over with her husband and Jihyun to help set up.

“Good morning sweetheart, has Jiminie already left?”

“Yes, he left about half an hour ago, he’ll be there until five. All the boys and everyone else know to be here for four thirty at the latest and I have a delivery coming in about an hour with some food for the party.” You informed your mother in law and you could almost hear the smile in her voice.

“That’s perfect, we’ll be over right away to help with everything. See you soon!”

“Drive safe,” you hung up the phone after that and went downstairs to make sure the place was tidy and ready for guests.

*

“Surprise!” You along with a whole array of friends and family jumped up from the darkness, shouting.

The poor boy almost jumped out of his skin from the surprise which caused a round of giggles before you neared him.

“You did this for me?” He asked softly as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pecked his lips.

“Happy birthday,” you whispered against his lips and he thanked you by pressing his lips into yours firmly, with a hand on your waist and another in the back of your head. There were wolf whistles and cheers from behind you but you and your husband were lost in the moment.

“Thank you everyone for coming tonight, I really appreciate seeing you all today,” Jimin thanked everyone and then the party was in full swing.

You stayed by your husband while everyone came to wish him a happy birthday, content with just being around him and in his presence.

A little while into the party when everyone was gathered in the living room you called for their attention. You were shaking but you did a good job at hiding the fact.

“Is everyone having a good time?” You asked and there was a cheer to tell you they were. “Perfect. Now tonight we’re all here to celebrate my lovely husbands special day,” you paused and pulled him closer by the hand; the same of which he wrapped securely around your waist. “But I have another announcement.”

There was a chorus of ‘ooh’s’ from the crowd and Jimin looked at you with a small frown on his features. “YN…” he breathed softly.

“I’m pregnant,” you told him but loud enough for the whole room to hear. Tears brimmed your eyes but through them, and the cheering and hollering, you could only focus on the love of your life.

“Y-your pregnant?” His voice trembled and you smiled while nodding.

“Two weeks, I found out this morning,” you told him and before you could even take another breath Jimin was lifting you into the air and kissing you like it was his lifeline.

When he pulled away he immediately buried himself into the crook of your neck, his body shook with sobs and he held you tightly. “We’re going to be a family? A real family? With a baby?” He whispered against your skin and you closed your eyes while the tears escaped.

“A real family, with our own baby.” You whispered back, holding onto him just as tightly.

Your dreams were finally going to come true, you’d always wanted a family with the man you loved and now, after having given up all hope you finally would have just that.

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Min Yoongi | Suga/Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V, Kim Namjoon | RM/Kim Seokjin | Jin Characters: Min Yoongi | Suga, Park Jimin (BTS), Jeon Jungkook, Kim Taehyung | V, Kim Namjoon | RM, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope Additional Tags: Hybrid Park Jimin, Kitten Park Jimin, Min Yoongi | Suga Is a Good Hyung, Park Jimin Is a Tease, Innocent Park Jimin, yoongi is lonely, Sugar Daddy Min Yoongi | Suga, (kind of), Master/Pet, (kind of again), Fluff and Smut, Shameless Smut, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, First Time, Top Min Yoongi | Suga, Riding, Bottom Park Jimin, but Yoongi is still very much vulnerable to Jimin, Jimin has a high ass sex drive okay, be prepared, buckle up friends, References to Depression, though brief and mostly in the beginning, Sad Min Yoongi | Suga, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Butt Plugs, Inappropriate Erections, Dehumanization, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Multiple Orgasms, Domestic Fluff Summary:

“Didn’t they tell you, hyung, I passed all of my exams. I know what I’m doing.”

Passively, Jimin extends his arm, his hand brushing Yoongi’s thigh, though he doesn’t have much of a grip and lets his arm fall. He looks distraught over this.

Yoongi knows that he has to say it, has to make himself clear to prevent any further anguish on Jimin’s behalf, even if it might only inspire more.

“Jimin, I didn’t buy you to have sex.”

or, Yoongi's buys a kitten hybrid to be less sad and promises himself and everyone else that it's strictly platonic. Jimin ends up being a lot more work than he expected.