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"Well, unfortunately you two are going to be missing a depressing amount of class for this 'semi championship finals prep.'" Their chemistry teacher did air quotes around the subject to really drill the point home that she thought it was bullshit.
“We know, we’re sorry it’s at such a work-heavy time, but there’s nothing we can do.” Jimin said as calmly and sincerely as possible.
“That 'work-heavy time' being the term project that covers a third of your grade.” She reminded them.
“Right.” Jimin nodded, acutely aware that Taehyung was ready to unleash his frustration on her at any moment now.
Jimin was attempting to keep a placid face while Taehyung was demonstrating why the phrase “if looks could kill” came to existence in the first place. He knew she was going to be a pain about them missing class for a week to train, but he didn’t think it’d be this bad.
Of course, all the other boys on the team had their last period with lenient teachers that came to their soccer games and let them out of class a few minutes early so they had time to change for practice without having to rush. So it goes without saying that they had no problem when explaining to their teachers that they’d be missing class for a week for extra training, and their teachers encouraged them to practice hard and ensured that they’d do everything they could to make sure the boys got the missing material they needed from class.
Meanwhile, Taehyung and Jimin get stuck with the bitter teacher who caught her professional athlete boyfriend cheating on her, so now she hates all males—specifically male athletes—and keeps them after class almost every day just to make them late. Taehyung caught her repulsive grin as she walked by and saw them getting chewed out by their coach for being late everyday, and it took everything in him not to spit at her feet whenever he walked past her.
“Since you insist on skipping my class for the entire week before the project is due, and the school requires me to permit you to do so, that means you can be each others partners for the project."
"What?!" They asked at the same time, their eyes nearly popping out of their heads.
"I'm not allowing either of you to force another partner—who actually attends class—to carry the weight and do the whole project on their own while you go play ball." She said with an overwhelmingly condescending tone.
They both clenched their fists, clearly infuriated by her attitude toward their sport that would soon lead to their career.
"Well if both of us are gone, how are we gonna get the notes and information to do the damn thing?" Taehyung asked, and Jimin came to his senses enough to elbow him, giving him a nonverbal warning to tone it down with the attitude. They were on paper thin ice with her already.
"You two will be in charge of that. You can come by and get the notes for the classes you miss, and you'll be absent for all the in-class days to work on it, so you can do that at home as well after you teach it to yourselves. I won’t be there to assist you like I am here, so perhaps you can refer to one of the T.A’s for help when you get stuck." She said matter-of-factly, insinuating that she knew they wouldn’t be intelligent enough to handle it on their own.
Taehyung was about to lose it, and Jimin needed to rush them out before the hothead got them both in trouble.
"Alright, we'll figure it out." Jimin said, snatching the assignment rubric from her and practically shoving Taehyung out the door.
"Get the fuck off me." Taehyung pushed Jimin with heavy force once the door was shut behind them.
"I just saved your academic life, you idiot. What the fuck were you thinking, talking like that?" Jimin snapped back at him, his voice at a little bit more of an appropriate volume than Taehyung’s.
"Fuck that bitch. She talks like that and expects students not to go off on her?"
"Yes, because she's a fucking teacher and we’re the students and that's life, Taehyung. Once you're on top you can be a shit to everyone you're in charge of."
"Well she's gonna get what's coming to her." Taehyung yanked his backpack up and began storming off.
"Hey! We need to figure out how we're gonna do this shit!" Jimin called after him, his efforts to use his “inside voice” long forgotten.
"We'll figure it out once I'm not about to punch through a wall." Taehyung called over his shoulder, barging through the exit. He practically growled as he yanked his car keys out of his backpack.
Park fucking Jimin. That little punkass kid always showing off and trying to act like some saint. Taehyung saw straight through it. He was full of shit. Jimin was just as much a little prick as the rest of the team members, he just had the most money. Taehyung was tempted to key the little fucker’s car every time he walked by it. He had a feeling that after working alone with the kid for this bullshit project, he might not have the willpower to restrain himself anymore.
He retrieved his soccer bag from the trunk of his pathetic, beat up truck as well as his mini flask, and took a big swig before hiding it under the seat and chasing with his gatorade.
“Tae, you ready?”
Taehyung snapped his head up to a couple of guys from his team and let out a frustrated breath, trying to shake off his irritation as he caught up with them.
They were the few guys on the team that weren’t as affluent. They were still a lot better off financially than Taehyung, but they weren’t as preppy as some of the other members. Which, of course, were Jimin’s friends.
During their practice scrimmage, Jimin and Taehyung were fired up, and far too aggressive with each other on the field. They were incessantly elbowing each other, side tackling, knocking each other down and getting in each others faces every time until their coach nearly exploded.
“Hey! Knock it off or you’re both benched tomorrow!” Their coach yelled at them from the sidelines.
The members—all too accustomed to the captains’ unexplainable rivalry—switched around positions so that the two didn’t interact much, and throughout practice, their frustration died off and shifted into focusing on the scrimmage.
“You two need to get a grip. If I see any of that bullshit tomorrow at the game, you’re both off the team. I don’t care if it drops our chances at semi-finals, I’ve had it with this. Do you understand?”
Their coach was the only adult Taehyung somewhat respected, and he gave a nod, but not without a not-so-subtle rolling of his eyes to accompany it.
Jimin, on the other hand, nodded firmly. “We understand.” He said loud and clear, and Taehyung nearly gagged at how much of a kiss up he was.
“Good. Both of you have five laps for acting like children today, then you can go. Don’t be late for warm-up tomorrow.” He said, mostly glaring at Taehyung—the king of showing up late to absolutely everything—then walked off.
Taehyung waited a second for coach to get far enough away until he was out of ear-shot, then walked the opposite direction, and Jimin scowled.
“Hey! We have to-” Jimin called after him, but Taehyung shoved in his earphones to block out the older boy, and he was gone in a second. Jimin debated catching him, but he was sure that would just start another fight with the uncontrollable kid, so he just huffed and ran his laps.
When he returned, Taehyung was sitting on the hood of his car, a cigarette in hand. Jimin scanned the premises to make sure no teachers were around, and Taehyung rolled his eyes for what felt like the hundredth time today.
“No one is here, Jimin. School let out hours ago.” He said, taking a long drag and holding it a good moment before exhaling out his nose. Him not referring to Jimin with a curse word was a sign that he was ready to be as close to civil as Taehyung could be, so the other boy sighed and rolled with it.
"We need to get started in the bullshit project, Taehyung." He crossed his arms.
"Pick your panties out of your ass and I'll come to your house after you shower then. You reek." Taehyung said, immediately shooting down the brief, somewhat peace they had with each other, and Jimin clenched his fist and cussed at him before storming to his car.
Kim fucking Taehyung. He always so careless and destructive. He didn't give a fuck about anything or anyone. Jimin had never known someone as self-centered and self-serving as him. Not to mention cocky. He acted like he ran the school just because he’d fucked most the girls in it. Jimin couldn’t wait for karma to come crashing through and knock him down a couple notches so he got a grip on reality and realized he wasn’t as hot shit as he thought.
***
A few hours later, after Jimin demanded Taehyung actually show up to work, the younger boy finally pulled up in front of Jimin’s house, texting him that he was there while parking and nearly ramming into the back of Jimin’s Mercedes before screeching to a halt. Jimin barely got down the stairs when he heard his door knob turning.
"Hey." Taehyung barged through, entering the house like he owned the place and not bothering to shut the door behind him.
"Well fucking ‘Hi’ to you too." Jimin spat, already agitated with the other boy, reaching over and closing the door with a decent amount of force.
Taehyung slipped off his shoes next to all the others at the doorway, and frowned as he spotted Jimin’s sneakers. "Damn, your feet are small as fuck." Taehyung said, comparing the size of his shoe to Jimin's. The older boy got a bit flustered at being called out on one of his slight insecurities, and glowered.
"Fuck off. Can we just get started? I want you out of here as soon as possible."
"Perfect. I want me out as soon as possible too." Taehyung said, already making his way upstairs.
Jimin was always constantly bewildered at how disrespectful Taehyung was, yet seeing the boy’s atrocious manners as a visitor currently blew him away even more.
"You know, you're really an awful house guest." Jimin called up at him while following shortly after.
"I like to make myself at home." Taehyung shrugged, then walked down the hallway, peeking in each room before Jimin could even stop him. He found what he perceived to be Jimin's room and waltzed in, taking in the surroundings.
"Wow. This is pretty pathetic." Taehyung said, standing in front of the trophy case next to Jimin’s window.
"What is?" Jimin demanded. Taehyung looked back at Jimin, cocking an eyebrow.
"You hang up all your awards and shit?"
"Um, yes? What do you do with yours?" Jimin asked. They were on the same team, they all got awards, along with the team captain awards that only the two of them got.
(Actually, Taehyung was the main captain and Jimin was the co-captain—which Taehyung never let him forget—so he got one more award than Jimin, and the older tried to hide how much it made him seethe as Taehyung accepted it apathetically every damn banquet).
"I think my mom has them somewhere?" Taehyung said with zero concern.
"Why wouldn't you want them up?"
"I'm not a show off." Taehyung gave Jimin a look that reeked of judgement, then dropped his one binder and pencil on Jimin's bed and plopped down on the floor. "Alright, let’s do this shit." He said through a yawn.
Jimin tried to get over the jab of a comment, but it struck a nerve with him and he couldn’t drop the subject without justifying himself.
"I'm not a show off." He said defensively.
"Then why showcase all this?" Taehyung asked as he motioned to the trophies.
"Because that's what you do with awards." Jimin said, crossing his arms.
"Not me. Seems narcissistic to walk in and be greeted with all of your accomplishments. It's like people who wake up to an alarm of applause sounds in the morning."
"Fuck off, it's not that bad. Also, you're one to talk, you're the most full-of-yourself person I know." Jimin said, squinting his eyes at Taehyung.
"Yeah, exactly why I don't need rewards to remind me that I'm great. I know all on my own." He said nonchalantly, leaning back on his hands as if he wasn’t the world’s biggest narcissist.
"You're a fuckin’ joke." Jimin said with his brows knit together in a frown.
"Oh, am I? Why is that?" Taehyung taunted Jimin, provoking a reaction.
Jimin knew this tactic Taehyung used to get a rise out of him, and yet he fell for it almost every time.
"You're so conceited. Your head is bigger than this room, yet all you've done is excel at soccer." Jimin retorted.
"I'm not cocky because of some fucking awards. I'm cocky because I'm hot and I know people want to get with me. You, for example." He said with a smirk.
Jimin's eyes grew wide and his jaw dropped, and a pink blush burned his cheeks.
"Excuse me?!"
"You're so not subtle. You stare every time we take our shirts off in practice. You glance over while we're changing in the locker room. You're constantly checking me out."
"I am not!" Jimin protested. "I'm glaring at you because I hate you."
"Is that how you stare at someone you hate? With doe eyes and a watering mouth?" Taehyung was egging Jimin on, trying to get a fight out of it to prolong doing the project, but also because nothing gave him more satisfaction than getting under Jimin’s skin.
"You really are out of your damn mind." Jimin shook his head, but he’d clearly lost his ground, and this battle, and Taehyung couldn’t help but grin at how flustered he’d made Jimin.
Truthfully, accusing Jimin of checking him out was a shot in the dark. Taehyung had caught him staring a couple times and since then he’d had a slight hunch, but he wasn't at all sure about it enough to fully back up that claim. But, much to his luck, he was right.
"Alright, whatever you say little Jiminie.” He let out a bored exhale and sat up. “Let’s just get this over with so my big head doesn't burst your walls through."
A very much bothered Jimin sat across from Taehyung, still flustered and angry. And embarrassed. He hated that Taehyung could bring out this side of him, the side that made him act as barbaric as the little jerk, but he stuffed it in the meantime for the sake of his grade.
Thankfully, the two worked with relatively civil attitudes on their project for a reasonable amount of time. That is, until Taehyung got bored.
"Alright, I think we can call it for today." He said, sitting up and stretching his back.
"What?! We've only been working for an hour!" Jimin followed him, sitting up.
"It's already been an hour? Well damn, time flies when you're having fun." Taehyung said sarcastically and started gathering his things.
"Taehyung! I will not do this project alone." Jimin said with a tone of authority, grabbing Taehyung’s shirt.
"No one said you would. I'll come back after I get some food." Taehyung shrugged him off.
"No, you won't. I'm not coach, I don't fall for your bullshit. I know your lazy ass will go home and sleep while I’m stuck doing all the work."
Taehyung glared down at Jimin then scoffed. "What's wrong? You really need me that much?"
Jimin’s eyes went wide a second, then he squinted and his jaw set.
"Fuck you." He said with malice. Taehyung shifted from his spot across from Jimin, and was now next to the older boy.
"Was that a yes?" Taehyung prodded. He took note of how Jimin stiffened at the question, and decided to take complete control of the situation before Jimin could spew out some more bullshit. "If you needed me that bad, you could've just asked." Taehyung said with his deep, seductive voice as he leaned into Jimin so his lips were against Jimin's neck.
Jimin gnawed on his lip and tried to act disgusted, but he couldn’t fight off the fire that Taehyung’s actions ignited in him, and he absentmindedly tilted his head a bit so Taehyung could have better access to his neck. Taehyung gave open mouthed, sloppy kisses to Jimin's smooth skin, and relished in the soft moan Jimin released. He suddenly pushed Jimin's shoulders back, causing him to gasp as his back hit the wood of his floors.
Taehyung was lying next to him, sliding his hand up Jimin's shirt, taking the fabric with it. Jimin's tight body writhed a bit under Taehyung's touch, and it fueled Taehyung’s fire. Even in Jimin’s mansion-like house with highly functioning air conditioning, the two boys were burning up in the now stuffy room from the built up tension finally finding release in each other.
"So sensitive, Jiminie." He cooed. Jimin didn't say anything in fear of letting out a pathetic whimper, so he solely tried to contain his movements at Taehyung’s glorious fingers. "I've barely even touched you, yet you’re probably already wet."
Jimin glared up at Tae, who smirked then reached down past Jimin's jeans and rubbed his rock hard boner that was heavily leaking precome through his boxers.
"I knew it." Tae scoffed. He pulled out his hand and then pressed his fingers to Jimin's plump lips. "Suck." Taehyung commanded, and Jimin let him in immediately, his eyes fluttering closed as Taehyung’s fingers slid past his teeth.
Taehyung bit his lip at the feeling of Jimin's tongue sliding around his fingers, then pulled them out after they were sufficiently lubricated. "Arch your back." He said. Jimin obeyed, and now Taehyung could slide his hand down the back of Jimin's jeans with ease and tease his entrance.
"I bet you're gonna be so tight, too." Taehyung said, then when he entered one finger, he grinned in satisfaction at Jimin’s shuddering. "And I was right again."
Jimin had momentarily given up on trying to to act spiteful towards Taehyung as he indulged in what the taller boy’s long fingers could do. Sure, Jimin had fingered himself before, but he'd never been able to reach as far as Taehyung’s fingers could. Soon the younger boy was sliding his fingers in and out, pushing deep and curling them, rubbing at his prostate as Jimin flinched and jerked occasionally.
"Shit, Taehyung..." Jimin clawed the ground, arching his back up.
"Your hungry ass takes my fingers so well." Taehyung smirked. "Gonna come for me baby?"
"Fuck you." Jimin said.
"Oh, you wouldn't be able to handle that, Jiminie." Taehyung chuckled, and Jimin glared at him.
"Fuck off, I could take it." Jimin fought him on it.
"Such a good boy like you? I don't know, it's already 8 p.m. Isn't it time for you to put on your jammies and get in bed soon?" Taehyung mocked him.
"Fuck you." Jimin tried to say again in a more threatening tone, but his quivering lip at Taehyung massaging his prostate failed him.
"It would be my pleasure, Jiminie.” Taehyung said with a hungry look. “You really want me to? I'll throw you on that bed and fuck you until you can't walk."
Jimin moaned and clenched around Taehyung's fingers again, throwing all concern out the window and fully giving into his lust.
"Then do it." He said, and Taehyung froze his movements.
"What?"
"Do it. Fuck me." Jimin challenged and Taehyung looked at him in shock.
"Wait, you actually-"
"What? Are you scared?" Jimin grinned up at him, finally being the one to taunt him instead of the other way around.
His moment of triumph didn’t last long, however. Jimin yelped as Taehyung took his fingers out of his ass and did just as he said he would, lifting him up and throwing him onto his bed. He bounded over and aggressively stripped Jimin completely before flipping him over, face down on his mattress.
"I'll fuck you into the next universe, you little slut." Taehyung said, pulling Jimin's ass up and spanking him. Jimin jolted as the slight pain shocked him then sent pleasure straight to his dick, and he was immediately addicted.
Taehyung read his reaction and instantly took delight in it.
"Oh? You like that? You like getting spanked like a dirty whore?" Taehyung’s words were absolutely disgusting and degrading, and Jimin knew the taller boy was saying them just to humiliate him, but Jimin loved it. And he hated that he loved it.
"Fuck you..." He tried to say, his voice too raspy with how aroused Taehyung was making him.
"I'm about to, sweetheart." Taehyung said, slapping his ass repeatedly and relishing in Jimin's moans, and how he flinched a little bit each time Taehyung’s palm made contact with his ass.
He reached forward and grabbed the little bottle of lube from his backpack he always stored in there for safe keeping.
"Why do you have lube, huh? You fuck a lot of other teammates?" Jimin asked with a smirk, trying to gain the upper hand if only for a second.
"Nope, just one bitch that had a thing for anal in public places. But I guess you're gonna be my bitch now." Taehyung scoffed and spanked Jimin again.
Seeing Jimin jump and moan like that gave Taehyung a natural high. He could sit and spank Jimin or finger him or do anything to bring out those moans for hours. He spread Jimin's cheeks and pressed the bottle’s opening into his hole, then squeezed the lube directly into Jimin. He gasped as Taehyung filled his asshole with lube.
"Fuck, Taehyung!" He gripped at the sheets when the cold liquid entered him.
"I don't like fucking dry." Taehyung grinned maliciously, fucking Jimin with the bottle now.
"T-Tae, that's enough!" Jimin yelped, the lube oozing out of him and down his thighs.
"Imagine how that's gonna feel when it's my come dripping out of your ass, sweetheart." Taehyung said, pulling down his pants and coming between Jimin's thighs.
He lifted Jimin's ass so it was high in the air and Jimin's upper body weight was resting on his elbows while he waited to be fucked by Taehyung. The taller boy drizzled some lube onto his erection and jerked himself a second to distribute it evenly.
"You're gonna be a needy little slut and take my dick like a pro, huh?" Taehyung taunted. Jimin groaned into the pillow and Taehyung slapped his bright red ass forcefully. "Aren't you, Jimin?"
Jimin couldn't answer as Taehyung pressed his boner against Jimin's hole. As much as Jimin detested Taehyung, he couldn’t deny that he wanted the younger boy, and Taehyung relished in bringing Jimin to this vulnerable, pathetic state.
"Y-yes..." Jimin finally gave in.
Taehyung gripped Jimin's hair and yanked his head back. "What was that?"
"Yes! Just fuck me!"
"You're gonna have to do better than that for my dick in your ass, Jiminie." He spanked him again.
At this point, Jimin was so desperate, any ounce of pride left in him was long abandoned, and he cried out now in agony, demeaning himself and telling Taehyung exactly what he wanted to hear: him begging to be fucked.
"Fuck, just put it in! Fuck me until I can't walk, fuck me until I forget my name, make me your bitch. Destroy me, dammit, just fuck me good Taehyung!"
Taehyung pushed entirely into Jimin, bottoming out, and the smaller screamed into the mattress as Taehyung slapped his ass repeatedly, somehow even harder than before. Taehyung grabbed a fistful of Jimin's hair and yanked his head back, forcing his body to meet his thrusts and fucking him with rigor. Jimin's body lurched forward with every thrust, his ass jiggling at contact with Taehyung's hips.
"Don't even try to keep in your moans, you little slut." Taehyung said. "Let the whole world know how much you moan and beg for dick like a whore while I make you my bitch."
Jimin let out another desperate, pathetic moan, his pitch getting higher and higher as his prostate was viciously abused by Taehyung's dick. The taller boy was reaching deeper than Jimin had ever felt with anyone, and it put Jimin in another world of euphoria. His full lips hung open as Taehyung spoke absolute filth to him and fucked him so hard he knew he wouldn't even be able to move tomorrow.
"Gonna come for me, Jiminie?"
"F-fuck you." Jimin whined.
"I'm doing that right now princess. Wrecking you under my very hands. Now c'mon, come for me. Show me how much of a horny bitch you are."
Jimin trembled madly as he came all over the sheets, nearly collapsing in his mess, but Taehyung kept holding him up by his hips.
"Uh-uh, I'm not done with you yet, sweetheart." Taehyung then fucked him so hard Jimin saw stars. He didn't understand how Taehyung could move so fucking fast, jackhammering into him like this, and he whimpered now with overstimulation.
"Tae...please..."
"You said you could take it, so take it, Jimin." At this, Jimin's dick slowly came back to life, and Taehyung noticed and laughed. "You gonna come again, baby? I feel that good in you?"
Jimin couldn't even respond, moaning so hard his mouth couldn't formulate words.
"You really are a horny slut. Well alright, come again for me."
"F-faster." Jimin gasped.
"Looks like your stamina is weak. We'll have to build that up." Taehyung reached around and grabbed Jimin's hard dick. "Don't worry, I'll fuck you every day until you can take my dick up your ass for hours."
Jimin whimpered and Taehyung jerked him almost as fast as he fucked him. The taller boy fought through Jimin's over sensitivity, and soon Jimin was coming again and clamping down on Taehyung, and Taehyung groaned and thrust deep, blowing his load into Jimin's tight ass. Jimin gasped and Taehyung kept his hips up to ride through his orgasm. Soon he was feeling too weak to hold Jimin up, so he let Jimin lower down to the bed, still inside of him so he could thrust the rest of his release in.
"Fuck, how are you still coming?" Jimin moaned, jerking at each spurt.
"Been busy and haven't jerked off in weeks, so now I'm unloading it all into you." Taehyung said smugly.
"Fuck, fuck! Pull out, I'm full!" Jimin gasped, trying to squirm. He felt Taehyung’s come oozing out around his dick, joining the absurd amount of lube already gathered around his ass and thighs.
"Let it leak out. It’ll remind you as you're dripping with my come all day." Taehyung thrust the last few jerks into the smaller boy.
"Shit..." Jimin moaned, finally relaxing as Taehyung stopped coming. Taehyung's release gushed out and continued running down his thighs, and he noticed that his lower back and ass were already sore.
"You're annoying as shit, but I’ll admit, you're one good fuck." Taehyung pulled out at last.
"You came so damn much, I'm shocked I didn't explode." Jimin said, struggling to come back down to earth, every muscle in his body now completely debilitated.
"What can I say? I like to leave an impression." Taehyung winked, and Jimin looked tiredly at him.
"I still fucking hate you." He said and Taehyung scoffed.
"Same here, brat,” he smacked Jimin's messy ass, “but I already can tell I'm gonna love fucking you."
Jimin wasn’t quite sure what happened after that. He was far too spent, and he couldn’t remember if he passed out right after or if he and Taehyung threw a few more curse words at each other before the taller boy finally left. All he knew was that Taehyung had kept his promise, and that the next morning when Jimin woke, he could hardly move. He grunted as he got out of bed, limping to the bathroom to finally clean himself out, when the realization hit him.
“That little fucker.” Jimin muttered to himself.
The last game before semi-finals was today, and Jimin had to play like this.
Taehyung had just sentenced Jimin to the second half of the game on the bench and a long bitching at by their coach, where the taller would surely be watching with that shit eating grin as he relished coach scolding Jimin. That little shit.