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Seokjin Drabble- he slaps you during an argument pt.2

Request: Hello there~ i'm the one who request seokjin slap you! Omg omg i love it very much:🤧🤧🤧 Can you pleasee do for part 2??? I'm curious about what happened with JINN AAHHHH ily!

Author´s Note: I was waiting for someone to request this! I loved writing it too, hope you enjoy the second part as much...

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Yoongi placed the mug of coffee on your hand as he took a seat in front of you. The slight burn of the liquid´s warmth reminded you that this was all real, not some random nightmare hunting your slumber. Reluctant, you took a comforting sip of the dark beverage and stared at Yoomgi, who awaited patiently his cue to talk. You sighed before nodding, your throat remaining too sore from a previous crying session.

“ Seokjin had been really vulnerable as regards...hate”-Yoongi spoke softly, knowing more than well that these words could pierce through your now fragile heart. You contained a strangled sob from escaping and bit on your bottom lip, ushering him to continue-” You know him, he has never been anything but confident. But, lately, I don´t know what destroyed that. I recall noticing his new behaviour after an interview but I don´t remember it well enough to know if something harmful was directed to him”

Everyone loved Jin, you knew it because you watched every performance and talk shows. Interviewers were more than pleased to notice that BTS´ eldest member was an open-minded crackhead that did not shy away from what he wasn´t used to. In fact, that was how you two met. If he hadn´t approached you first, you wouldn´t have started dating in the first place. Even if that was not the case and people did hate one him often, he knew how to brush those things off.

There was something Yoongi and you were missing.

“ Out of nowhere, he started taking this fast-metabolism pills and began starving himself”-Yoongi coughed to hide his obvious sadness-” You know Jin, he adores food. I´m really worried here, Y/n”

But your mind had flown away mid-sentence. Your thoughts spiralled within a rambling tornado, trying to formulate a coherent hypothesis. Who had suffered the same problem before? Something clicked inside your head-” Yoongi do you know the show´s name?”

He nodded frowning.

You turned on his computer and googled the video. With cunning attention, you analyzed every breath and movement, When your theory was confirmed, you paused the video and grinned-” Seokjin is not doing this because of hate, he is destroying himself so other people focus on his flaws instead of his member´s.”

“Explain”

“ Okay, so you saw how the interviewer kept commenting on Jimin´s appearance and weight?”-Yoongi nodded as anger burnt in his eyes-” Everyone knows what he went through and he healthy he is now. However, some people keep on being suspicious and mean. Seokjin is sick of this bullshit and decided to focus all the rumour-thirsty people towards him”

“ It´s a really good hypothesis, Y/N. But how can you justify it, by a simple angry face?”-he huffed.

“ He isn´t being subtle about his decisions”- you mumbled-” His pills weren´t hidden and he has avoided “Eat Jin” Vlives. People have started to notice and are talking about it. It´s all too obvious”

Without even hearing his answer, you dashed out of the dorms and towards your apartment.

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“ Kim Seokjin!”- you called out for him. The halls were silent. Not even the faint buzzing of the television rung through your ears. Your hart began thrumming loudly, ragged breath leaving your parted lips. You were not gone for too long, he couldn´t have...

“ Where were you?”-his voice was like the softest balm on your burning wounds. He was slumped on the couch as he gazed the dull ceiling, a fuzzy blanket draped around his thin, pale body. With measured steps, you placed yourself beside him, crouching so you could asses his face. Hollow cheeks, dark-blue circles under his empty eyes and a sick pink tint on his lips told you he was reaching his limit-” Baby, you don´t need to do this to yourself”

His nose quivered, the only sign of acknowledgement you would get. He was hearing you out and that was enough-” I know why you´re doing in it. It´s really sweet but you can´t nor should damage yourself to protect others”

Seokjin´s eyes turned glossy, the dim light in the room reflecting like the tinniest sparkle of hope. He loved how you could figure him out with just some bare details-” Look at me, Jinnie. You´re nor alone...You´ll never be alone”

He was handsome even now, destroyed to his core. His thick lashes protected his vulnerable gaze as his head moved sideways, gifting you his only demonstration of weakness. He was so tired-” They were making fun of him. They don´t have a clue about the Korean entertainment industry...I-I just wanted to-”

“-I know”-you hushed him by pressing your warm palm on his icy-cold cheek. He shuddered beneath your touch but made an effort to stay put. He had missed you every damn second he had pushed you away and now that he had you near him, he couldn't express how sorry he was properly.

“ Y/n, I´m really sorry”-he sobbed. You shook your head as tears rolled down your skin, drowning in the soft carpet beneath. Your hand tangled itself between his neglected lock, combing them with so much love-” I shouldn´t have treated you like that. I´m a m-monster and I-”

“ Stop talking”-you said. Your lips kissed his forehead as you climbed on the couch behind him. Limbs circling his trembling torso, you rested your chin on his shoulder while you whispered your endless love to his ear-” I´m here with you, Jinnie”

After some minutes, Seokjin spoke-” Y/N”

“ Yes?”

“ I love you”

“ I love you too”

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✧˚₊‧ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 - 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 ✧˚₊‧ 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙨 (𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙃𝙤𝙢𝙚) || 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙅𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙣 𝙽𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚜. 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎... Pairing: Jimin x reader Word count: 4.3K Warnings: Smut. Very little plot... grinding, thigh riding, subspace, sub/dom, oral (m receiving), orgasm denial, unprotected sex, squirting, messy, face fucking, aftercare.

Song: Christmas (Baby Please Come Home) by Michael Bublé ✧˚₊‧

"But Jimin, I miss you..." you pouted down the phone camera at him dramatically. Jimin giggled at you, but honestly, he missed you too.

"I know, baby. You'll see me soon, I promise!"

"Not for Christmas though. Kind of sucks I have to spend tomorrow alone," you sighed, hugging your knees tight to your chest as you sat on your couch, draped in a festive woolly blanket with Christmas music playing over your speakers.

"I'll FaceTime you pretty much all day though! It'll feel like we're all right there with you," he tried to make you feel better, but honestly... it just wasn't working.

Tomorrow would be your first Christmas in a relationship with Jimin, and you had hoped he'd be done with his schedule so you could at least spend it together. But unfortunately, he was stuck in Japan with the boys.

As the songs in your playlist changed over, one very apt song appeared to come on shuffle. You rolled your eyes at it, annoyed that the universe seemed to be mocking you. Jimin laughed on the other side of the phone, starting to sing along.

"The snow's coming doooown! I'm watching it faaaalllll. Lots of people around! Baby, please come home!!!" he sang, a little out of sync with the music due to the delay in your call. You couldn't help but laugh at him.

"The church bells in toooown, are ringing in soooong. Full of happy sooouuunds! Baby please come hoooome!" he sang, ignoring your laughter and dancing around on camera.

"They're singing deck the halls, but it's not like Christmas at all! I remember when you were here, and all the fun we had last year!" you sang with him, still out of sync but his laughter and his singing was so infectious.

"You know I'd come home if I could, right? I miss you so much," Jimin said, leaning his chin on his palm to look down into the camera.

"I know, babe. At least we get new year together!" you tried to look on the bright side, knowing it was a miracle even to have him home for that.

Just as Jimin was about to reply, the doorbell rang. Rolling your eyes, you sighed.

"Hang on, someone's at the door. I'll call you back?" you said reluctantly.

"Sure, see you in a bit," he said, blowing you a kiss. You giggled and hung up the phone, throwing it down onto the end of the couch and whipping the blanket off of you. You didn't care that you were wearing one of Jimin's huge hoodies and sweats tucked into reindeer fluffy socks, no make-up on; you were going to tell whoever was at the door to bugger off anyway.

As you stood up, the bell rang again, a little more frantically.

"Yeah, I'm coming!" you yelled, slightly annoyed. Jeez, they could give you a chance at least.

You dragged your feet as you walked, pulling the cuffs of the hoodie over your hands and unlocking the front door.

"Sorry but this isn't a good ti-" you stopped dead, eyes wide like a deer in headlights.

"Should I come back?" he smirked smugly. Jimin was stood leaning against the doorframe with a bag of gifts in one hand, and the other arm above his head dangling mistletoe over the two of you.

"J-Jimin?" You were so shocked to see him; he had just called you from Japan? What the hell was happening? Was this just wishful thinking?

You looked around the hall, realising he'd used the white walls of your apartment building as a blank canvas for your call. Damnit...

"I promised you'd see me soon..." he grinned, his cheeks pushing his eyes closed. The little shit had been planning this... "So, are you gonna kiss me? My arm is getting tired," he pouted. You giggled, stepping forward to attach your lips to his, grabbing onto his jacket. He chuckled against you, kissing you playfully as he loomed over you.

You broke away from him, taking a step back and pulling him inside by the wrist. He giggled, kicking the door closed behind him and putting the bag of gifts down in the porch. He shuffled out of his coat and hung it up on one of the spare hooks on the wall.

"You know you don't need mistletoe to kiss me, Jimin," you teased, fluttering your lashes at him.

"Thought you might need some convincing..." he smirked, waving the mistletoe around your heads.

"Don't be daft," you laughed, pulling him to you by his sweater. You kissed him again sweetly, your lips moulding together. You always loved the feel of his lips against yours; so thick and full, soft as velvet. When you pulled away again, he was smirking devilishly.

"I didn't mean for a kiss..." he arched his eyebrow, dangling the mistletoe just above the belt buckle of his jeans.

"Jimin-aahhhh!" you whined with a gasp, laughing.

"Whaaat? You've no idea how much I missed you, y/n... Can you blame me?" his whole demeanour had changed, acting all cute and shy with you now. You loved when he got like this, but you knew how quickly he could change...

"I've missed you too, Jiminie," you gave him a coy smile, running a hand down his chest and settling it on his belt buckle. Then you pulled him by it, dragging him to the couch and pushing him down onto it. He sat there, thighs spread, with a look on his face that seemed to be challenging you.

You climbed on top of him, straddling just one of his thighs and bending your neck around to kiss him deeply. His hands found your waist immediately underneath the hoodie you had stolen from him, his fingertips digging into your flesh with need.

You dragged your tongue against his bottom lip, tasting the lip balm he had always used; a mix of strawberry and lime. It was a taste you now associated with him, and it drove you crazy.

Diverting your lips, you kissed sloppy open mouthed kisses to his jaw, trailing them up to his ear and nibbling on the lobe as he groaned a little under you. Already you were turning him on, his jeans tightening impossibly over his crotch. But he didn't want to rush this; it had been so long since he'd seen you, he wanted to savour every moment.

But the natural progression of making out was driving him crazy, his hands sliding down over your hips and down to your ass, squeezing your cheeks and pulling your hips towards him. Naturally, your crotch grazed against his thigh, and you were suddenly very aware of your own arousal starting to pool below.

You rocked your hips back again, pushing against Jimin's hands and then forward again, desperate for the friction. Jimin removed one hand from your ass to bring your chin back to him and make it easier to plant his lips back on yours, biting down onto your bottom lip. You let out a groan as you pushed your hips forward again, grinding down onto his thigh.

"Desperate little girl, hmm?" he teased, his voice lewdly dropping an octave. "Riding my thigh 'cause you just can't help yourself." He loved to tease you, always such a talker in the bedroom. Or, y'know... the living room... or wherever else he decided he needed to have you.

"J-just wanna... feel good," you whimpered.

"I can make you feel so good, baby. But you just can't wait. So impatient," he let go of your ass completely, putting both hands behind his head and leaning back into the couch. "So now it's all up to you. Use my thigh, make yourself feel good."

You whined as you ground down on him again, needing him to do something but you knew he wouldn't now. You had been impatient, needing to feel something. Now, no matter how difficult it would be, you had to get yourself off.

"J-Jimin, please..." you begged, your hips quickening their pace. He just smirked at you, watching your movements.

"That's it, baby. How does it feel?" he asked, trying to keep you talking.

"S-so good..." you stuttered. It really did... His thigh was so muscular underneath you, enough to get a reaction out of you but the restriction of your clothing and the barely-there contact were keeping you from reaching your edge, no matter how hard you pushed yourself against him. "Not enough, though..." you whined.

The fabric of your panties had started to stick to you between your folds, the grinding pushing the material flush against your heat. You were sure it was starting to soak through to your sweatpants, part of you wondering if Jimin would soon be able to feel it on his jeans.

You persevered, still desperately trying to give yourself the pleasure you craved. You whimpered in frustration, moving a hand to push against yourself for some more direct pleasure but Jimin grabbed your wrist.

"What do you think you're doing, baby girl?" he asked, a touch of warning in his voice.

"I-I... Just wanted to..." you stumbled over your words pathetically.

"No, keep your hands where I can see them." He placed both your hands on his chest. "And just ride."

"Uh-huh..." your voice was so small, so meek. You were completely under his control. You kept moving your hips, grinding down into him fiercely.

"That's it, baby. God, so beautiful..." he whispered, pushing your hair behind your ear as you closed your eyes, lost in the sensation. It was gradual, but you were finally reaching a high. You had to drag it out of yourself though, frantically trying different thrusts and hip rotations against him. He held onto your wrists, maintaining eye contact with you when you finally opened your eyes just a little.

"G-gonna cum..." you moaned, gripping onto the material of his sweater as he held you in place.

"Gonna ask permission, baby girl?" he asked, a little spitefully.

"P-please... Please can I cum?"

"Why should I let you? Tell me," he demanded.

"Need to, feels so good..." you could barely form coherent sentences, just enough to tell him what you needed. "J-Jimin..." you cried. He loved hearing his name... Despite him being more dominant with you, he was never into names like daddy or sir. His name just sounded too damn good spilling from your lips.

Just as your high was about to hit, he gripped your hips and stopped you, forcing you to still.

"N-no! Please!" you howled.

"Aw, baby... This is what happens to naughty girls." He pushed you, driving you into the couch in a disorganised pile of limbs all askew and stood up. You turned your head to look up at him, watching as he undid his belt slowly, dragging it through his belt loops and letting it fall to the floor with a loud thud.

His eyes never left yours as he expertly popped the button on his jeans, tugging the zipper down agonisingly slowly.

"Do you think you deserve this?" he grabbed the bulge of his jeans for emphasis, palming himself a little to relieve some of the pressure. You riding his thigh had a bigger impact on him that he wanted to admit; especially when he was dominating you.

"P-please?" you gave him the biggest puppy dog eyes you could muster, pathetically begging for him.

"I don't think you do just yet. At least, not in your pretty little pussy. Perhaps instead, you need to prove yourself with your mouth, hmm?" he suggested. You nodded eagerly, immediately sliding onto the floor in front of him on your knees.

He smiled fondly at you but realised his mistake quickly and snapped himself out of it, pushing his jeans down to his ankles and stepping out of them. You waited obediently, hands on your knees. He curled his finger, beckoning you towards him. Like a good girl, you shuffled forward, poking your tongue out past your lips to press against the material of his briefs, right above the tiny little wet patch he'd made with tiny drops of precum escaping his head.

"Good girl," he praised, stroking your hair as he watched you. You looked up at him through big doe eyes as you pushed your mouth against him, feeling the outline of his cock through the material. You were so hungry for it, desperate to please. "How bad do you want it?"

"Desperate, Jimin," you whined.

"Oh really? Take these off for me then, hmm?" You grinned, reaching up to his waistband. "Ah, no..." he stopped you. "I said you needed to prove yourself with your mouth, didn't I?" You nodded, submitting and reaching forward to grip some of the material between your teeth, dragging them down.

You'll admit, it wasn't the most dignified of ways to undress your boyfriend but frankly, that's what you loved about it. You didn't mind being degraded a little, put in your place... But eventually, you managed to drag them down his thighs low enough that they fell slack to the floor, exposing him.

You looked up at him as if to ask for permission. He just stared down at you, his darkened eyes full of lust and such command; they told you everything you needed to know.

You broke eye contact, finally coming face to face with his length, stood to attention in front of you. The tip glistened with precum, so inviting you could practically already taste him. Immediately you urged forward, enveloping his head with your lips. He hummed in approval, watching you intently.

You could see him getting impatient though, so to stave off any further punishment or denial, you took as much as you could into your mouth, dragging your tongue along his length when you pulled back. Jimin hissed, clenching his teeth together.

"Fuck, don't tease baby," he warned, pushing your hair out of your face again. You popped off his dick with a small string of saliva attached to your lip, looking up at him with a pout.

"Jiminie, need help..." you protested. "Show me?"

He could have crumbled to the floor right there, his knees giving way at your fucking adorable innocence. But he stood firm, giving in to your request.

"Okay baby, I'll show you." He laced his fingers in your hair, gripping onto it at the roots just enough to guide your head. You opened your mouth wide for him, flattening your tongue. He lined his hips up, letting the tip of his cock settle on the end of your tongue and pushing into you, simply using you to make himself feel good.

He groaned aloud, throwing his head back when you closed your lips around him and hallowed your cheeks. He pulled in and out, over and over, dragging his length back and forth and letting himself feel every pulse of your tongue, every suction of your mouth, every constriction of your throat.

He couldn't help himself any longer, thrusting his hips forward with such force you felt him down your throat, almost choking you. But you loved it; how rough he could be with you, but you knew he'd still take care of you.

His groans turned to growls, sweat forming on his brow. He was chasing his high, knowing that he didn't want to cum like this, but he was going to push himself as close as possible.

"Fuck, take it so well don't you, hmm? Missed my cock so much, haven't you?" he asked, although he knew you couldn't answer with your mouth full.

Just as he was nearing his high, he pulled your hair back, hearing you gasp for air. He crouched in front of you, wiping the spit from your lip as he pulled your head back to look up to him.

"You good?" he asked; not that he needed to. If you hadn't been, you'd have tapped his thigh. He knew that.

"Yes, Jimin..." said. Hearing his name roll so sweetly off your tongue was music to his ears. Nothing turned him on more.

"You've been so good for me," he praised. Your eyes lit up. "One the couch babe, I think you've earned it now," he winked at you, letting go of your hair while you clambered to your feet, sitting on the couch like instructed.

Jimin knelt in front of you, pulling off your fluffy reindeer socks one by one followed by your sweatpants, underwear at the same time. He didn't touch your hoodie, excited by the idea of fucking you in his clothes.

"Baby, do you think you can ride me like you rode my thigh earlier, hm?" he stroked your cheek, watching as you nuzzled into him like a kitten.

"W-wanna..." You could barely string together a word. You seemed to have slipped too far into subspace, feeling so small and insecure, needing Jimin's approval to so much as move. You hadn't intended to slip, but the way he was controlling your movements, the way he was instructing you, denying you... You couldn't help it.

"Oh baby, you're so cute," he placed a kiss to your lips, taking your breath away. Jimin adored your subspace; so needy and compliant, totally desperate to please. It had been so long since you'd been together; of course, you were going to be needy.

Jimin sat beside you, watching as you straddled his hips, hoodie covering your modesty. It was so cute to him, the way your sleeves covered your hands and the hem fell mid-thigh, keeping you concealed from him.

"That's it, baby. Good girl," he stroked your cheek as you took hold of his length, lining him up with your entrance. Shyly, you looked up at him. You bit your lip, too innocent to push yourself down onto him and still asking for his permission. "Go on, sweetie. I know you want it," he winked.

Slowly, you sunk down on his length, his thickness filling you up the way you had missed so much. You whimpered immediately and covered your face with your sweater paws, a fierce blush drowning your face. Jimin had to keep himself from thrusting his hips up into you, instead opting to clutch your wrists to reveal your face to him again.

"Don't hide from me, beautiful. Missed your pretty little face too much," he said sweetly, placing a kiss to your nose. "Use your hips, baby. Ride me, like I told you."

You nodded timidly, slowly rolling your hips against him and feeling him tense under you. In the weeks he had been away, Jimin barely even had time for his hand, so his frustrations had simply built and built. Now it was taking all his strength not to flip you over and pound into you mercilessly.

"Little faster, baby," he breathed, his chest rising and falling under your hands. You obliged, rolling your hips against him a little faster, driving them deeper into his lap.

The stretch of him felt so good, stroking against every nerve inside you. The movement you had created pushed him against your g-spot with every forward motion, ripples of pleasure flooding through you.

"J-Jiminie..." you whimpered; your voice so tiny he thought he had imagined it.

"Feels good, huh baby?" he grinned, eyes hooded with lust. "Did you miss this? The way Jiminie fills you up?" He always switched to referring to himself in third person when you were in subspace; he tried to encourage you to use his name too, obsessed with the way you moaned it.

"Uh-huh..." you struggled to reply, the heat in your lower belly building and building so quickly. Jimin could feel you clenching around him, the need for release from your almost-orgasm earlier only intensifying the feeling right now.

He wasn't quite there yet, despite his own denial. But watching you get needier and bring yourself to your climax was surely getting him there...

"Baby, do you want to cum?" he asked, tracing his fingers across your bottom lip as it hung open, down your chin and your neck gently.

"P-please, Jiminie..." you snivelled.

"Of course, baby. Cum when you need to, okay?" His affirmation only made you drag your hips along his harder, faster. Desperately you chased your high, falling onto Jimin's chest and curling into his neck as your hips did all the work on him. You hadn't even meant to, but you began suckling at his neck, needing to preoccupy your mouth with something to stop you from crying out but he could feel and hear you whimpering against his skin.

He started to lift his hips every so often to meet your thrusts, burying himself right to the hilt. You couldn't help yourself then, crying out against his neck. Your thighs quivered around him, losing their rhythm but it didn't matter; Jimin had substituted your grinding for his own, knowing you could barely keep yourself moving as your climax barrelled towards you.

Your fists squeezed together as it hit, your muscles seizing. Pleasure burst inside you, flooding you from head to toe with a buzz that you hadn't felt in so, so long. You squealed against his skin, hips stuttering against his as he continued to thrust inside you.

Your fists had clenched impossibly tight, lips parted and pushing against the side of his neck. Your thighs shook violently, the pressure in your stomach releasing as your pussy gushed lewdly around him. He could feel it, the way you released all over his lap.

"Fuck, made such a mess of Jiminie's lap, baby girl," he said, simply as an observation and not at all as a scolding. He loved it when you came this much.

Your movements had stilled with exhaustion, but Jimin didn't let up. He needed his own release now, no matter how spent you were, no matter how oversensitive. He knew that if he went too far you would use a safe word, he had no concerns about that.

Instead his hips slapped up against yours, your arousal making those slapping sounds so vulgar you felt yourself blushing deeper and deeper, cheeks hot as you hid your face in the crook of his neck.

All you could do was nibble at the skin there again, whimpering pathetically from overstimulation.

"Jiminie's gonna cum, baby. Fuck, you've done so well. So proud of my girl," he muttered, his head lolling back against the couch. He rammed his hips up into you, lifting you with his hands tucked under your butt to help him as his thighs grew tired. "Missed this, missed this pussy, missed you," he grunted, his dick twitching as he came deep inside you.

He growled as his thrusts grew weaker, dropping you onto his lap. You managed to wiggle your hips just enough to extend his orgasm, drawing it out so he could enjoy every last tingle. He lay under you, panting with his eyes squeezed shut and cum dripping out from around you to mix with what you had given him earlier.

Both of you were a total mess of sweat and each other's cum, but frankly you didn't care. You felt so close to him, so happy to have him back and so damn satisfied.

"J-Jiminie's home..." you giggled against his neck, still unable to really sit up straight.

"That's right baby, Jiminie's home," he said breathlessly. He peppered kisses to your cheek, craning his neck around to reach while you hummed against him. You could feel him softening inside you yet neither one of you made a move.

"Feel gross," you huffed against him. He chuckled at that. True, the two of you were an absolute mess but you didn't have the strength to move at all right now.

"Does my baby wanna take a bath?" he asked, pushing your shoulder until you sat up a little to look at him. You just nodded, letting your hair fall in front of you. "Let's go, then." He stood you both up, keeping hold of you wrapped around him like a tired little child. His softened length slipped out of you as he stood, and you whined at the loss of contact.

But Jimin was good to you, especially after such intense welcome home sex. He knew the importance of aftercare, knew how spent you would be.

He carried you to the bathroom, setting you down on the toilet lid whilst he turned your taps on, plugging the drain. He rifled through your things to find some bubble bath and a fragranced bath bomb that he knew you'd like, creating a tub full of warmth and pleasing scents.

He knelt in front of you as it filled, tugging his hoodie off you and the vest top you had on under it. No need to remove a bra, seeing as you hadn't been wearing one in your comfies anyway.

He managed to lift you into the tub, slotting himself in behind you to wrap his arms around your waist as you lay back into him. The water felt so good against you, ridding you of the sticky feeling in both of your laps. He wet the sponge and washed you, taking care of your very tired little frame. He'd pepper kisses to the side of your neck every so often, whispering sweet nothings in your ear while gradually you faded out of subspace.

"Love you, Jiminie," you said, laying your head back against him as he put the sponge back to one side.

"I love you too, y/n," he smiled, finally able to relax himself.

"So glad you made it home for Christmas," you hummed in satisfaction.

"Me too, my love. Me too." ✧˚₊‧𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬‧₊˚✧ - 𝘍𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦

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