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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

lilacs | p.jm. (bts)

pairing: jimin x reader

genre: florist au, fluff

word count: 800

warnings: none

summary: jimin has always given you flowers — since he’s the main worker at the florist shop and that’s his job — but he’s never actually given you flowers. until today.

a/n: my friend @euphoria-vmin7 and i were talking about timestamps and florist jimin (because who doesn’t want to talk about florist jimin?) and uhhh somehow this happened and i texted this to her and she was like POST IT so here this is XD i don’t usually write fics for bts and i’m sorry if this sucks, but this is dedicated to you miss rey, thank you for inspiring me 💖💖💖

(also i’m still having tag issues so this is a repost, sorry T^T)

The small flower shop by the beach has always been one of your favorite places to visit. At times you’ve found yourself there, sometimes browsing, occasionally buying, but often talking to the lovely florist with the chocolatey brown hair.

He had told you his name was Jimin, and ever since the first time you’ve set foot in his shop, he’s always been helpful in suggesting flowers for whatever occasion you bring to him. He also seems to have a special talent for assembling bouquets — never overdone yet never lacking, and every single flower is arranged perfectly, not a petal out of place.

Yet one day you come to him in distress, longing to be comforted by the warm glow of the late afternoon sun and the boy who now occupies a rather large space in your heart. In a few months, all your closest friends since childhood will be moving to universities, while you have chosen to stay in the same town you grew up in.

You tell him none of this, but he notices your expression and wordlessly brings out a bouquet from behind the counter. How did he make it so soon after you walked through the door?

Unless… he had started it earlier…

And he gives it to you, a textured array of purples and pinks. “What’s this?” you ask.

“It’s for you,” he says, the tips of his ears turning red. “I — I’ve been meaning to make you one for a while.”

You gently touch one of the larger flowers, the petals feeling velvety under your fingers. “For… me?”

“Yeah,” he says, hoping you don’t notice how flustered he’s getting.

Knowing Jimin, he was a flower expert and never added anything without first giving it a great deal of thought. “What do they mean?” you ask, the plastic wrap crinkling loudly in the small shop as you lower it and gaze up at him.

He feigns innocence. “What does what mean?”

“The flowers, what do they represent?”

“Oh, um…” He bites his bottom lip nervously and gestures to the pink flowers. “These are peonies. They represent prosperity, compassion, and sometimes shyness.” Hmm, now that he mentions it, you are starting to feel a bit shy in his presence. Maybe he’s right about that last part.

“And these, uh…” He points to the small flowers that are a darker shade of purple. “These magenta ones are lilacs. They symbolize passion, and — and I remember you told me about your passion for music and dance… so that’s why I added them. Mmhm.”

But you realize that the entire time, he hasn’t yet mentioned the lighter purple flowers — a different kind of lilac, since they look similar to the ones he’s just described. They’re the most abundant in the bouquet, but he hasn’t explained them yet. Almost as if he’s been avoiding bringing it up.

“And what are these ones?” You hold up one of the buds with a lifted finger.

“Um…” He visibly swallows, and he immediately realizes that maybe he’s made a mistake in giving this to you. “Umm…”

You wait patiently for his answer, which he eventually delivers. “Theymeanfirstlove,” he says quickly, his cheeks flushing.

You lean forward to hear better. “What was that?”

“They — they mean… first love,” he mumbles. “And so do the rest of them,” he confesses. “They all mean — they mean love.” And he glances up to see your reaction, only to find that your face is just as red as his. “Y-yeah,” he finishes awkwardly and looks away. “Sorry…”

“Sorry?” You stare at him in awe. “Jimin, this is — this is really sweet of you, thank you.” You hand it back to him, careful not to mess up the bouquet, and that’s when Jimin knows that he’s made a huge mistake. He’s ruined it, hasn’t he, he’s ruined his friendship with you, and he’s —

“For you too,” you say, trying to stare at anything else that isn’t him out of embarrassment. “I — I mean all of those things, too, Jimin.”

His mouth forms an “O” shape and his eyes widen. “So… you’re saying… you feel the same w—”

His words are abruptly cut off by the sensation of your lips to his cheek. “Yeah,” you say shyly as you step back. “Yeah, I do.”

“Then is it okay if I —” He stops, glancing between your irises for any sign of permission. He finds it in the way your eyes crinkle as you smile, and takes that as his cue to lean forwards and press his plush lips against yours.

As sunlight ventures into the shop through wooden blinds, the beams dance over your back and the collar of Jimin’s shirt, illuminating the room with the final light of the day and the first light for the two of you.