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A jimin smut where youre mad at him so he spoils you with lots of gifts 🥀❤️ty

Yves Saint Laurent, Gucci, Prada, Michael Kors and many other house brands were laying on your hotel room's floor, their bags untouched. He got you your favourite pair of high heels from Yves Saint Laurent, your favourite perfume from Gucci, a last model of a Prada pourse and of course, a beautiful and expensive pair of sun glasses from Michael Kors.

You picked up the sun glasses, checking the price once more, yup, so expensive. You remember seeing them in a shop, while you were walking down the streets of the Paris, holding hands with your fiancé. You stopped and stared at them, swearing you necer saw a beautiful pair like this one. But then you saw the price.

Don't get me wrong, you were not poor, but rich enough either. You just published a book three months ago, it's true, it had a huge impact on the teenagers, you got a lot of readers, but you were not rich, yet. Jimin offered to huy them for you, since he could afford them. Your fiancé was a professional balerina, a really famous one. He earns a lot of money, because, beside that, he offers dance lessons.

Of course you refused him, you didn't want him to spend money on your ass. But now, you stared at your room, full of expensive gifts, probably costing more than your life. You sighed, examinating the glasses, yes, they were really beautiful, but you couldn't belive he actually got all of these only because you were mad on him.

Two pair of arms wrapped around your waist, tugging you closer, pressing your back on a soft flesh, taking you by surprise, almost making you drop the sunglasses. You tried to not roll your eyes.

"Baby..." he said and planted a kiss on your shoulder, hugging you closer, thinking you will try to escape. "I miss you so much..." he whispered, sadness sensed in his voice. You almost sighed. You were mad on him since two days ago, you didn't even talk to him.

The reason? He resufed a big role, only because he had to stay in Paris one week, without you. Of course you would stay with him, but you wanted to grow as an author even more, so you arranged a meeting with your readers in New York, for two days in a raw. Only two days, indeed, but your sister was living there, so you had to visit her, for sure.

Jimin loves you so much, that he can't stay without touching or kissing you one day long, but an entire week. These two days were the worst days of your life, since you had to ignore his beggs and resist the urge to wipe his tears when he realised you won't give up.

He was now silently sobbing. Your heart skiped a bit, so you turned around and hugged him so tight, attaching your lips on his. He was taken aback but he quickly realised what was happening, catching up fast, kissing you back. The kiss was supposed to be gentle, since you were so sorry for him, but when Jimin pushed you into the bed, to quickly hover after you, you realised what he wanted.

"I miss you so fucking much, you can't imagine how much I craved for- " he hungry kissed you, pushing himself between your thighs, pressing his member on your clothed core, making you gasp into the kiss, action which made him slide his tongue in easily. "You." Your tongues danced in a motion only you two know and imagined, everyone wanting to get more of each other, arms clenching on each other's body, the disperation of feeling each other again beginning to grow more and more.

When you sucked on his long tongue, with slow moves, taking it in and out, Jimin groaned in pleasure, cupping your neck with one hand and to your surprise, choking you hard. A moan left your lips when he pushed you back on bed, the firm hold on your neck and him on top, staring at you with his sharp stare, making you feel so tiny. His chocolate eyes were, now, full of lust.

"If you want to suck my cock, you can just say it, darling" he said, a cocky smile apearing on his face, making you blush more, for being exposed. "But we don't have time for that, Y/N" he said, making you whine and give him puppy eyes. "Don't worry, babygirl, I promise you will suck daddy later, but for now" he said and slid your dress up you body, same time with the bra, exposing your erected nipples to him.

He attached his soft plump lips to one of them, giving them a slight suck, making you squirm under his lips, earning a smirk from him when he bit down on the soft flesh, making you arch your back. "J-Jim-min...." you mumbled, body heated up. But he was too busy sucking on your peachy nipple, pinching the other one, massaging your full breasts with firm moves.

He knew how to get you, indeed. By now, you were dripping through your lace panties. As if he could sense that, he ripped them with one move and spreaded your legs apart. A gasp escaped your parted lips when the cold air hit your wetness, goosebumps covering your heated skin.

"Damn, Y/N! You are so wet!" He said, trailing one of his thick fingers up and down your wet folds, stimulating your throbbing clit. You whimpered, too needy to talk. He was staring at you, but his eyes were full of love now, making you rise your eyebrows. "I would love to eat you out so bad right now, princess..." he confessed, stroking your cheek with one hand and trailing his fingers on your wet clit, up and down, with the other one. But you were too melted in his eyes to look away or say something, so you left out a bresthless moan.

Jimin slid his ringed thumb into your mouth, which you imediately sucked on( sorry, I have a thing for his fingers 👉🏼👈🏼) making him smile softly. "I bet you would love that..." he said, in a low but soft voice. You nodded your head and he pushed his thumb deeper, pressed against your tongue, pushing it down, to keep you from talking or moving. He moved closer. "But you see..."

"Tonight I want to make love to you..." he said, before sliding his boxers down.

Can I get a Jimin drabble wherein he's a really really sweet boyfriend, but really hardcore in bed? 🙊 Thank you!

College Boyfriend Jimin~

Pouty and moody in the morning;

Can't keep his eyes open properly at the morning classes;

Cheeky smile when he sees you;

His mood lifts up when he has you around;

He brings you your favourite coffee, with a kiss on your forhead;

Won't let go of you until the class starts;

Flirts with you all the class long;

Sends paper airplanes on your desk, which lead usually on your hair, poking your cheek or on the teacher's table;

He often gets detention because of that;

He blames you for nothing, only so the teacher would give you detention too;

Your detention is less cleaning and more kissing;

He drives you home, every night;

You sneak him into the house when your parents are not home, careful for your annoying neighbor with twelve cats to not catch you and tell your mom the next day;

When your parents are home he sneaks on the window;

You once thought he was a thief and almost made him fall off;

He cuddles you at his chest, to keep you warm, all night long;

He likes waking up at night to stare at your sleepy face;

The next morning you would be late for school;

He is really jealous;

He death glares everyone who dares to stare at his girl;

That day he makes you wear your hair up into a ponytail, only to show everyone the marks on your neck;

The marks he left on you, while you were asleep;

He is literally good at everything, so he wants you to ask him for help, not any other person, boy or girl;

Let's not mention how you made some girls fall for you too, so he is in allert 24/7;

Pouty man;

Whiny all day long when he doesn't get your attention but rarely gets angry;

He gets mad only when you don't pay attention to him, but to a random guy who compliments you;

"Aren't my compliments enough for you?!"

Praising your ass all day long;

His goal is to make you happy;

°•☆NSFW°•♡~

Dominant side

He is soft only in the society;

His motto is "Kawaii on streets, senpai in the sheets";

Switch 100%;

Soft and hard dom, depends on his mood;

Doesn't stand you being a brat, it gets on his nerves:

A brat tamer 100%;

He forces you into your knees, making you take his thick cock down your throat;

"Gotta clean of that dirty mouth of yours!"

"Let's find something to fill up that useless pretty mouth of yours!";

He loves seeing you ravaged because of him;

He is loud, so he wants you to moan as much as you can, showing him how much you love his cock;

He is a tease, from his apearence, to gestures and moves;

Dirty talker, knowing the effect he has on you;

Definetly has daddy kink;

Loves choking the hell out of you;

Having you on his lap, completly naked with your hands tied back with one of his ties, your panties stuffed into your mouth, is his favourite part of the day;

If you get him mad, you won't leave his lap without a bruised ass;

He loves your breasts so much, he usually falls asleep while sucking on your nipple(only when he is on his sub side);

So he wants you to ride him sometimes, only to see them bouncing;

But he is often top;

He loves to fuck you in doggy style, or spooning you;

Quick reminder your cuddles are ending up with sex;

When he feels soft, you will get sweet love ;

He finds missionary perfect for that;

He loves staring at your face controlled in pleasure, while pounding deeper into you;

His moans are more like submissive ones, but he has moments when he sounds like a wolf in heats; (Yes please🤤)

He remains inside of you during the night;

Eating you out is a part of his morning routine;

You.are.his.breakfast.;

Loves eating your cunt until you shake under him, unable to move anymore;

(This is why you are late for school when he comes over);

Submissive side:

He sometimes lets you dominate him;

He loves ass playing so he teases himself at home sometimes, sending you pretty videos;

Which make you come over and ravage him;

His favourite night was the one you finger fucked him while he was laying on you, playing video games;

He is sensitive, so he cries of frustration, when something doesn't work good for him, at school or real life;

He makes himself little at your chest, hiding his face between your breasts;

He falls asleep sucking on your nipple, just like a baby;

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Author's note : I swear I got wet and soft while writing this 👉🏽👈🏽 love him so much

hi mochi! i heard that you want drabble requests atm so how about a vampire jimin who wanted this girl since forever but the problem is she's in a relationship with vampire jungkook. up to you if you'll let jimin get her or not [but pls let him get her] lol 🤣

Glass after glass, after glass, after glass. This is how Jimin's night was. Sitting in the darkest corner of the bar, his legs parted on the expensive leather chair, back pressed against it, his Chanel belt shinning from a ray of light. A casual position you would say, every one would look ridiculous, indeed, but not him.

Not Park Jimin. Not him, the rich, charismatic, intelligent, handsome and so hot, Park Jimin. Which happened to stare at you all night long, from afar, his gaze lingering on your body, while you were talking and dancing with your friend with benefits, Jungkook. Friend with benefits meaning you let him suck your blood and he pays for your college and books. He was like your sugar daddy, but a blood sucker one.

Though he never touched you, Jimin still didn't like him. You were his girl, his prey, you belonged to him since the moment he saved your life from a werewolf. Plus, there was no need for Jungkook to touch you, it was enough that he was already sucking your precious blood.

Closing his eyes, Jimin inhaled deeply, his mind concentrated on your scent, on the way your heart was beating, the thought of your blood on his lips, of your figure moaning in pleasure in his arms. He frowned when he heard your heart racing faster, opening his eyes, only to find Jungkook pressed against your back and ass, slowly moving his hips in tandem with yours. His ringed fingers tightened on the, now, empty glass, making it brake in millions of pieces, just like his patience.

Wiping his hand down his black jeans, he watched as Jungkook's phone rang, making the tall man excuse himself with an annoyed groan, leaving you alone, on the dance floor.

You continued dancing, eyes closed, enjoying the beat. You gasped when you felt two gentle hands griping your hips with a firm hold, from behind. Smiling, you pressed against the man's chest, starting to dance with him. He was a great dancer, indeed, but what made you lose your breath were his smooth hips rolls. You snaped your eyes open in realization. Jungkook wasn't moving this smooth.

"You're right, princess!" said a soft but a little low and velvety voice, belonging to the man behind you.

You wished to pull away and scream, but his grip on your throat stopped you, throwing your head back on his shoulder, his hand pressed flat against your belly, keeping you in place. "Tsk Tsk, little one!" He hissed in your ear, choking you harder, making you whimper in pleasure, his fangs slightly grazing your skin, making your blood freeze.

"I finally got you, do you think I'll let you go now?"

Author's note: hi, sweetie!!! I loved your request so much!!! 🥰

first steps - pjm

pairings: husband!jimin x wife!reader

synopsis: where yours and Jimin's daughter takes her first steps.

genre: absolute fluff; established relationship

warning(s): none

word count: 1.3k

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note(s): helloooo, clearly, I've had a thing for daddy bts lately, so here's a cute lil drabble of our own lil mochi, with his own lil mochi ((: I have been working on many projects (mostly drabbles(AND one-shots) and one series) so hopefully this will hold ya guys until I decide to post my other ones! hope you enjoy some of this fluff (:

“Come on sweetheart, just eat your prune and custard.” Jimin sighs as he attempts to spoon feed your daughter.

The little girl pouts as she eyes her father. Her hair had grown a tremendous amount, only 8 months old, and she has a head full of it. Her little head bore tiny clips in it—Jimin’s doing—to keep it out of her face while he tries to feed her the disgusting smelling baby food.

Being a parent is never easy, that, you two knew. However, your little bundle of joy had been doing so well. Like most babies, she kept you up most nights, and only recently had she been able to sleep through the night without whimpering in her crib to be held. The sleepless nights weren’t all that bad; she never really cried loudly, but more so, she just whines in her crib just wanting to be close to you and your husband. All around, Yona was an easy baby to handle… At least up until she started eating ‘solid’ foods.

Yona is a picky eater. Extremely picky, to the point that even after two months—and many, many bottles of half eaten baby food later—you and Jimin were still figuring out what she really likes and what she doesn’t. You may think that this is easy, but it’s not. Her preferences seemed to change every day. She’ll enjoy the taste of the ‘Thanksgiving Dinner’ flavor and finish it all one day, while the next day she will spit it out on her feeding table with a pout and teary eyes. However, Yona did enjoy all kinds of fruits—if mixed with custard. It was a little concoction that you had made on a whim when you had the strawberry and banana baby food but found it too sour. So, you put a bit of custard in it, and she loved it—still loves it. But you couldn’t exactly just feed her the fruity delight for every meal; she needs to eat her vegetables and meats too.

“No, no, no,” Jimin panics once he sees his little angel sniffling as she begins to cry silently, he quickly picks her up, bouncing her in his arms; Jimin’s eyes drops to his daughter who was now free of tears with a smile that was identical to Jimin’s; Jimin tsked and groaned, “You’ve got daddy in the palm of your hands, you know that?” He accused the little girl who continues to giggle in her father’s arms, “just like your mommy.” He concluded before making his way into the kitchen to grab another bottle of baby food. This time Jimin is determined to feed Yona ‘Oatmeal and blueberries’ sneaking in some of the prune puree that she didn’t eat earlier. Popping it in the microwave for ten seconds, he continues to sway with your baby as she watched the microwave in curiosity.

Once the food was done, Jimin takes Yona back to her feeding table and strapping her in. Sitting down in front of her, your husband sighs, blowing on the mushed-up food, and bringing it to Yona's waiting lips. Jimin held in a breath when he pushed the food past the little girl’s lips—praying that she’d enjoy it. Yona begins to furrow her eyebrows, trying to figure out the taste; when she swallows, she looks at Jimin with her wide eyes and opens her mouth again while clapping her hands together.

“Oh, thank God!” Jimin exclaims, while spoon feeding her more of the baby food. Smiling to himself, while Yona happily eats the food that her father had prepared, “Good girl, Yona! You’re such a good eater, hm?” Jimin coos.

“Good morning!” You chirped, walking into your dining room. Jimin meets your eyes with his signature smile as you made your way towards your little family. Once you reached Jimin, he puts down Yona’s food and snakes his arms around your legs and pulls you into him.

“Morning, jagi.” He says, leaning up awaiting a kiss from you. You happily oblige, bending down to meet your husband’s plump lips.

As you two finished the sweet kiss, you hear Yona cooing in the background. Averting your attention to the little girl in her highchair, you notice that she’s all smiles with her baby food spilt on her table, while she’s picking it up and shoving it into her mouth.

“Yona!” Jimin groans, reluctantly pulling away from you to pick up his messy daughter and running her to the kitchen sink. Giggling to yourself, you unhinge the feeding table from the chair and followed the two into the kitchen.

“Baby, you’re a mess!” Jimin says while cleaning her face, “Mommy just woke up and you wanna cause her all this trouble already?” Yona thrashes in his arms giggling and screaming as if it were a game, “Yona, come on baby, I’m just trying to clean you! Daddy’s not tickling you!”

You continued to watch Jimin struggle from the entryway, trying to contain your giggles.

There are many moments that filled your heart with joy whenever you see Jimin interacting with your daughter, but this one—where he’s bent over the sink gathering water in his hands, and Yona attached to his waist while she tries to wiggle away from him—is easily your favorite sight to see.

“You’re as ticklish as your mother.” Jimin groans as he attempts to calm down the squeamish baby. You finally walked forward to rest your hand on your husband’s back.

“I’ll take her,” You whispered taking your, now clean, baby into your arms. You and Jimin switch, him taking the table, and you taking your child. Pressing an abundant amount of kisses to her face, Yona continues to giggle, while pressing her own mouth against your cheek in a slobbery kiss. Cooing at her you snuggle her into you.

You made your way into the living room, sitting on the floor and plopping Yona beside you. Immediately Yona crawls over to the couch behind you and lifts herself up in a standing position. Happy with herself, Yona looks back at you with a smug grin.

“Look at you go, sweet pea!” You cheered, “Jimin! Look!”

Walking in with the table in his hands, Jimin looks at you on the floor of the living room. He clicks the table back onto the highchair and walks around the couch, only to be greeted with a smug looking baby who was standing.

“Did she do that?” He questions his eyes wide. Nodding, you wrapped your hands around Yona and pulled her to sit with you again.

“Okay Yona, show daddy!”

Yona crawled over to the couch and grasped the cushions. With a determined face, Yona grips the couch tightly between her little fingers, and heaved herself up to her standing position.

“Good job, baby!” Jimin applauded, clapping his hands, exciting Yona, she turns around and begins to take mini steps towards you two.

Eyes blown out wide, you and Jimin both have your arms out.

“Oh, baby!” You cooed, “Keep going! There you go!” Yona begins to stumble forward but holding herself up. Her eyebrow furrows, a determined look appearing on her face yet again.

“Look at you!” Jimin praises watching his child taking her first steps. Yona continues to walk slowly, tripping over her own feet sometimes, trying to make her way to her parents. Once Yona steadied herself, she continued making her way to you both. Breaking into a grin as she neared, she begins to speed up, and throws herself into your waiting arms.

Cuddling her close you pressed kisses all over her face, “You did it!!!”

Jimin, presses his lips against her head, mumbling little praises, while wrapping his arm around you.

“I love you.” You hear him whisper, “I love you both so much.”

Smiling warmly at Yona and then looking up at Jimin, you kissed his lips gently, “We love you more.”

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