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Piercing eyes staring holes at the back of his head is a common occurrence for one Park Jimin. He's used to the stares of people when he dances, or when he's filming a TikTok challenge with his friends from the studio—but the stare he's receiving now is different from the rest. When it’s from his audience, he feels thrilling, exciting even to perform in front of them, to show what he's learnt and how he aces it.
From this one, he feels another kind of exhilaration. The kind that burns and simmers at the base of his stomach. The kind that makes him want. The kind that wraps around his frame like silk ribbon, like a promising chokehold. Pretty. Dangerous. Irresistibly taut.
Those brown eyes, the ones usually filled with warmth, now stare back from the mirror in front of him, looking like he wants to eat him whole. That gaze makes the heat coal, making him burn from the inside.
And he wants to be burned over and over again. He wants to be taken apart, only to have Taehyung build him up.
Eyeing his lover in the full length mirror throughout the studio, Jimin almost shivers under his intense gaze. Almost , because Jimin's still stubborn and he doesn't want to succumb yet.
It started off as a way to one up Taehyung.
Jimin was casually hanging out in the studio with Taemin, when suddenly he saw what his boyfriend posted on Instagram. At first, he scrolled past it and liked it without thinking—a habit really since he always likes Taehyung's posts. When he was about to scroll past, it hit him with what he just saw. He then quickly scrolled back up and stared for a good couple of seconds, not believing his own eyes, what he was seeing.
There was Kim Taehyung, in all his half naked glory with biceps flexed in his tank top, staring into the camera with a challenging look. Biting his lower lip, Jimin’s eyes trailed over every detail, every inch of screen displayed on his phone and tried his best to not physically drool.
It was no secret that Taehyung was bigger than him—he was taller, a fact Jimin no longer argued about, and sure he was bigger in the sense that he could engulf Jimin fully without even trying—but this type of big was something else.
The fitted tank top against his muscled physique and the monotone stare through the mirror ignites something in his belly. Something primal that wanted to test out how strong his muscles were in other circumstances—it makes him want to ask Taehyung to pin him against the wall and from there his mind spiraled with more dirty thoughts that he definitely should not think in public.
Like, what if he asked Taehyung to choke him with those arms while he fucked him? Would his muscles flex as he manhandled him the way he wanted to? Or should they try having sex against a mirror? Pressed up against the cold surface with Taehyung surrounding him, making him look at how easily he succumbs to his touches alone? Maybe he would be able to see how small he looks falling apart under Taehyung’s arms.
And the gray sweatpants, Taehyung's favourite to walk around in the house or wear to the gym, peeked out just when the picture crops off. He can almost imagine the bulge of his—
Jimin snaps out of it. He can’t be hot and bothered now. If anything Jimin is stubborn and he won't succumb to anything just like that. He needs to step up his game first.
There's a need to see if he has the same effect on Taehyung, just as he does with him. The defiant look in Taehyung’s eyes clearly says that it’s not only his followers that he’s challenging. He had another audience in mind too and Jimin wants to get back at him. He can’t be the only one suffering, damnit.
So when Taemin suggested they film a new Tiktok challenge since they had a bit more time, Jimin made it his mission to find the sexiest one he could find.
That's how he found himself, mid through slithering his arm under his shirt to expose his bare torso and also catching Taehyung’s eye from across the room through the mirror placed in front of them.
The burning sensation in his stomach ignites even more as Taehyung leans against the doorway, arm propped up as his gaze lingers from Jimin’s head to his toe ever so slowly. As if engraving every part of his body and making up his mind on how he wants to ruin them. There's a buzzing need within him now, highly aware of everything around him that pools down to his lower belly. The breeze of the air conditioner is cold on his bare stomach, but Jimin can tell that it’s not why a shiver runs through his body.
And Taehyung knew what he was doing too. Posting a thirst trap photo just when he knew when his boyfriend finished practicing was all strategically planned, all in hopes of getting the reaction he wanted.
But what he was greeted with when he entered the studio was not what he expected.
Especially not his Jiminie filming a rather raunchy video.
When their eyes lock, Taehyung sees it. The clear challenge in his eyes, the smirk on his face and the knowing look that he absolutely has Taehyung wrapped around his pinky already.
Taehyung bites his lip and watches with a burning intensity as Jimin dances. He'll never get tired of doing so, but this particular one makes him want to cut the dance short.
When Jimin’s hand slips into his top to lift it up, his hips sway in a way that drives Taehyung crazy. The brunette imagines sinking his teeth in the soft flesh, turning porcelain skin into blue. If he could, he would turn the camera off and pin him on the floor, just to show how much he's affected by this alone.
He sees when Jimin’s hand slowly grazes his belly button to caress his own skin ever so lightly, reminding him of their recent conversation where he was telling Jimin how hot he would look with a belly piercing there. How he would like to hold that between his teeth while fingering him senseless, marking him indefinitely from the inside out with his touches and mouth alone.
Taehyung gulps at the way Jimin scoffs in a mocking way through dancing, still locking his gaze into his own through the mirror.
The confidence Jimin exceeds through his dancing will never not be arousing to him; the way he feels himself through every step, every intentional gesture made to elicit a reaction from him, every movement of his hips almost promising him on what's to come.
Jimin smirks from his position, arching his eyebrow up as if to say “ what are you going to do about it?”
And if there's anything Kim Taehyung doesn't do, it's back away from a challenge.
An opening was given when Taemin excuses himself to have a gulp of water, leaving Jimin the only one in front of the mirror. The fire in his eyes doesn't go out, instead it remains—provoking him. It makes Taehyung smirk.
If he wants to play, let's play.
A sense of satisfaction washes over him when he smirks back, still leaning against the doorway. One of his hands travels down his body and he gets a rush seeing the way Jimin widens his eyes, seemingly nervous. Taehyung keeps moving his hand downwards as Jimin shakes his head in return, warning him with a stern stare.
That just excites him even more.
Taehyung darts his tongue out as he reaches his destination—the front of his sweatpants. He palms himself through it, still standing so smugly. He prides himself when Jimin chokes on his own saliva then immediately runs up towards the phone.
“Okay. I think we got it!” Jimin snaps out of his reverie and turns toward his friend, ignoring the way Taehyung decides to make his presence known by walking in the studio.
Jimin claps his hands, signaling they were done with the day as his friend took his phone to review it back. Taemin looks up when he feels another person invading their space and acknowledges Taehyung's presence in public with a wave. “Taehyung! Back from the gym already?
“Yup. You guys finished practice too?” He says, an arm holding his bag on his shoulder and the other reaching to greet Jimin. “Hi baby.”
The way Taehyung leans in for a forehead kiss contrasts against the press of his fingers slithering up Jimin's bare sides, fingers digging into the skin. The thin excuse for a T-Shirt he has on has nothing to do with the way he shivers in anticipation, in hopes of letting the heat he felt earlier loose.
Taehyung's still clad in that godforsaken tank top, his figure sweaty and glistening so the smell of cologne and natural musk of his boyfriend ignites a new fire of want in his stomach, making the blonde wrap his arms around the waist of his lover almost possessively. He wants to get away from here right now.
Taemin nods and waves his phone up. “Finished a Tiktok video too. I bet you'll like it.” He teases, eyeing the couple.
Taehyung hums and pulls Jimin closer to his chest, tilting his head up with another finger so they're looking eye to eye. “You think so?”
“Mm, I know so.” He replies, leaning on his tiptoes to lightly nip at Taehyung’s lips. “Wanna see the full thing?”
“Can't you just do it here for me again?” He teases, sneaking his hands up and gripping Jimin's ass, a soft yet promising gesture that makes him warm from the touch alone.
“Might lead to something else if I do.” Jimin challenges, poking his tongue out from the corner of his teeth.
“And why is that a bad thing?” Taehyung pulls Jimin closer, tightening his grip on Jimin’s waist.
“Because I'm here.” Taemin interrupts, annoyed but also used to their antics. “I sent the video to you already. And please, for the love of god, don't have sex in the studio.”
Jimin snickers and rests his head on Taehyung’s chest, feeling him rumble with laughter as well when Taemin hurried off.
“Maybe we need to tone down the exhibitionist kink…”
Jimin leans up and smirks. “You mean your exhibitionist kink.”
“ Ours .” Taehyung cups his ass and pulls him closer, pressing their fronts flushed together. Jimin hitches a breath as the earlier heat reignites again, especially when he's reminded that Taehyung was wearing those sweats that deliciously frames his cock through it even when it's not fully hard.
“As much as I love making you scream, you love it even more when people know I'm the one behind it, don't you?” Taehyung squeezes Jimin's asscheeks roughly, making the man whimper unintentionally. “Hmm?”
Something buzzes under his skin again, something near primal. It isn’t unlikely that Jimin doesn’t want to jump on Taehyung’s bones, but this kind of want seeps in deeper, makes him want without restraint, makes him crave something from the inside out.
It brings a side of him only Taehyung can bring out and only Taehyung can take care of.
“Yeah.” He breathes, feeling Taehyung's hands covering most of him and his earlier thoughts of how big he is comes back again. How Taehyung easily engulfs him fully, how it's so easy to just make him take it.
Suddenly, he wants to test that theory even more.
Jimin peers up at Taehyung through his lashes, tongue darting out to subconsciously wet his dry lips that feel tingly under Taehyung’s intense gaze. His movement only makes things worse as Taehyung’s eyes follow the movement of his tongue. Jimin's hands rest on the tank top still sticking to Taehyung’s skin and presses on his pecs, humming in delight at how firm and full he feels underneath.
He leans up with a teasing gaze, “Don't you wanna make me scream, then?”
Jimin’s aware of the door being closed by Taemin earlier, leaving them both alone in the now vacant studio. But he’s also aware of the two very much filled studios, with other dancers, just next to them and how easy they would sound through the walls if they proceed.
Still, Taehyung breaks first, leaving Jimin to be triumphant only for a second before his breath is stolen when his boyfriend captures his lips immediately. Jimin groans at the intensity of it but pushes his body back on Taehyung’s, trying with all his strength to push him against something sturdy. Taehyung seems to get the message as he turns them over, lips still intact, and lifts Jimin up by his ass.
Jimin yelps, giving enough time for Taehyung to slip his tongue in, ready to devour the smaller man to the core. Jimin’s groans are immediately swallowed by Taehyung and something inside him just clicks at being taken so easily. He readjusts Jimin so his legs are wrapping around his waist and that action accidentally brushes the outlines of their cocks together.
“Shit,” Jimin's back hits the wall as Taehyung trails down his neck to slightly nip at it. He feels the slightest bit of his teeth poking at his skin, making him vibrate with need.
“Driving me crazy with the way you dance,” Taehyung keeps them flushed together, noting the way Jimin nods and agrees when he pulls him closer by the waist. Jimin's cock was trapped beneath his pants and his lover's stomach, something the latter took notice of as he pressed just at the right angle to rub against it.
“You know just what you do to me, hmm?” He tilts his hips up, brushing his own hardening cock so Jimin could feel him too. The blonde man gasps at the slight stimulation.
“Fuck, Tae,” He murmurs, trying to grind down on something, anything.
“So hard already, hmm?” Taehyung’s hands wander up beneath his shirt to rub over his now hardening nipples. Jimin whines when Taehyung pinches one of them, simultaneously sucking on the other hardened nub from over his top.
Taehyung's lips never leave him, always trailing a wet path down somewhere and scattering bruises on unmarked skin almost instantly, almost claiming him in a way.
And Jimin’s head spins. From the way his tongue feels on his sweat cold skin, to the train of thoughts of how strong Taehyung really is as he supports him with one hand only.
The feeling of being touched gently yet in such a filthy and desired way, consumes him, wanting nothing but more of Taehyung on him. He shifts his hips and tries to roll them in search of more friction, but Taehyung pins him down with his own hips. “Fuck, Taehyungie—cmon.”
“What?” Taehyung hums, saliva stringing between his lips and Jimin's jaw as he pins the man even more. “What's got you so needy?”
“You know what you did.” Jimin whispers accusingly, finally having room to breathe. He winds his hands over Taehyung's neck, bringing their foreheads together intimately.
“Mhm, and what's that?” Taehyung says, almost condescendingly. It shouldn't make Jimin moan, but alas he's just one man. A sucker for a sadist lover.
“Cmon, just—” Jimin whines, snaking his hands down the damn tank top to rip it off, “take if off, fucking hell .”
“Don't think Taemin-hyung would like that so much, babe.” He tsked, grabbing those wandering hands and pinning them above Jimin’s head. It's the feeling of being taken, manhandled by Taehyung that makes him sink into that floaty feeling so quickly, of wanting to be taken and used in a way that will have him wanting more .
“Don't talk about him when you're about to fuck me.” The blonde whines again, trying to roll his hips but the hold Taehyung has on him is strong. The earlier stubbornness has resolved, instead being replaced by something only Taehyung can bring out.
“Who says I'll fuck you here?” The grip he has on his wrist is hard, but not too hard to hurt him. Enough to only redden the area and leave a temporary mark.
But Jimin wants it to hurt. He wants it to leave a permanent mark so he can stare at the mirror later and remember this particular moment.
“Maybe I'll just leave you here, just like this.” Taehyung mumbles, squeezing his ass cheeks and Jimin groans at the feeling.
“You wouldn't.” Jimin breathes, baring his neck as he rests it against the wall with hazy eyes. “You love me too much.”
“That I do.” Taehyung smiles and pecks his lips lovingly, only to make Jimin moan at the contact. He needs more than pecks damn it . “You think we can get out of here without being judged?”
“Nope,” Jimin smiles back, “but if we don't, I'm really going back on Taemin-hyung's promise and tainting this studio.”
“Can't have that now, can we?” His boyfriend counters back, letting him go slowly so Jimin can get back on his feet. Jimin pouts, a little bummed the heated moment between them got cut short.
But one look into Taehyung's eyes shows how they won't just be getting rest when they get home.
Oh, he can't wait.
The second time he finds himself being manhandled by Taehyung, they’re at home but just barely inside before he’s pushed against the wall of their hallway.
The click of the door behind them is still echoing when his back hits the wall—sharp, cold, grounding—while Taehyung’s body heat devours him in contrast. Jimin barely has time to kick his shoes off, let alone breathe, before he’s caged in.
Something about his lover he absolutely loves is that he’s equally as obsessed with him as Jimin is with him. So any doubts he has about not getting off gets thrown out the window.
It’s a mirrored desperation between them— a beautiful codependency wrapped in lust and loyalty.The way Taehyung looks at him, like he is both the flame and the fuel, makes Jimin feel wanted down to his bones, his entire body ignited.
They were in the same position they were in the studio, but this time there was nothing stopping Jimin from ripping everything from Taehyung off. No resistance, no people to consider— just them and their needs to be satiated. Skins waiting to be revealed, mouths waiting to bruise and taste, hands too eager to be patient.
The wait didn’t lessen what he craved, instead it made him even more needy. His body becomes so sensitive at the lightest touch Taehyung lays upon him—as if it remembers each denied touch on their way back home and now it demands compensation.
Taehyung notices the way Jimin’s eyes start to get glossy, body twitching under his hips, hazy with want and buzzing with only something he could give. A wave of power rushes through him, watching Jimin melt just for him. He watches as the aching need ripples through the delicate lines of his face—it’s not just lust, but trust and devotion looking back at him, letting him into a sacred space just for them.
He couldn’t help but coo.
“What?” Jimin whispers as Taehyung pulls away slightly but still keeps his hands under his thighs to keep him upright by the wall. He can see Taehyung’s lips are red and swollen now, something that pushes the neediness in him even more. The look of being kissed drunk, abused by Jimin’s own mouth makes him shiver.
Taehyung shakes his head and holds Jimin’s chin between his thumb and forefinger. Jimin’s eyes trails down, gulping as his boyfriend stills them both from their frantic makeout session.
Taehyung leans in, not enough to land a kiss on Jimin’s lips but close enough to tease the hot of his breath barely. It makes Jimin whimper. “Tell me what you need.” The words are low, dark silk. And they don’t beg—they demand.
“You.” The reply was immediate, almost desperate. “Need you, Taehyungie.”
It’s not just physical, it never is. Jimin’s need drips with something more—a craving for safety, for affirmation, for the identity he only wears when he is wrapped in Taehyung’s arms and under his control.
And Taehyung hears all of it, as if telepathically linked. Every unspoken plea, every thread of submission woven into those words.
He slips a thumb through those plump lips, watching intensely as Jimin wraps his tongue around it to suck. “Where?” Taehyung’s breath shudders at the sight, his cock twitching in his pants as Jimin sucks with purpose.
Jimin groans, this time out of slight annoyance. He lets the thumb slide out to answer. “You know where.”
“Wanna hear you say it.” He presses on, pinning Jimin only by his hips against the wall as he brings his hands up from underneath his thighs. He puts both hands beside Jimin’s head, caging him indefinitely.
Jimin hitches in a breath when he realizes the position he was in. Held up by the sheer core strength of his lover, as well as feeling so small between his bulging biceps. Like he’s caged, but handled so carefully. Trapped yet cherished, with strong grips that promise a sense of safety. His heart thunders and his cock pulses— greedy for more.
The stare Taehyung has on him also makes him melt—undivided, filled with lust. Something akin to primal, something that’s definitely love. A look that makes him feel owned, but in a way that also makes him feel seen and worshipped. He throbs under the attention— so much that he could cry, cock straining and begging to be let out.
“Need you to fuck me. Need you inside,” He whispers like a secret. “Want you to use me.” His voice trembles, yet he gazes deep into Taehyung’s eyes like he is baring his soul in offering.
Ever since he saw him in that goddamn post, he needed to be under his mercy. He wanted to feel the strength of his biceps handling him, the stretch of his fingers opening him up, the bruises he'll know that would be hard to cover due to how hard his grip on his hips was.
He craves to be used however Taehyung wants to use him. Not because he isn’t worthy of gentleness, but because Taehyung’s roughness is another kind of love, the one he craves now.
Taehyung groans at the confession, instantly bringing them both towards their bedroom. Jimin lets himself be tossed on the bed, bouncing slightly as he did. He licks his lips as Taehyung approaches, watching as he kneels on the bed with a piercing gaze that was similar to the one he was greeted with at the studio while he was dancing. The same gaze that had undressed him mentally.
Under the moonlight coming through the window, Taehyung looks ethereal. Looking down on Jimin, he almost looks like he wants to eat him up.
Actually, why not?
Taehyung descends on the bed and meets Jimin halfway for a desperate kiss, teeth clashing as his hands grip the waistband of Jimin's pants. Jimin immediately complies and lifts his hips up, giving his boyfriend ample time to take it off of him. The same goes for his shirt and boxers and soon, Jimin was left naked on the bed. He lies there; glorious, trembling, waiting—like a present undone just for him.
Taehyung takes in a sight he's seen a million times before but will never in a million years get tired of. He watches as Jimin pants on the bed, cock straining against his toned stomach, all red and flushed and wet and leaking . It’s a sight to behold as he engraves the image at the back of his eyelids, especially when Jimin shifts around from being too sensitive from the slightest brush of anything. He's squirming on the bed, hands gripping the sheets to ground himself which is an enticing sight that spurs the brunette even more.
Taehyung grins and leans back down, but instead of aiming for Jimin's lips, he takes one of his nipples in his mouth to suck on. His other hand reaches up and pinches the other nub, stimulating his lover even more. Building up the tension Jimin feels from the outside, hoping it sinks in his bones. Every tug is intentional, every swirl of his tongue says ‘ mine’.
Jimin moans and arches his back in response, a hand immediately curling on the mess of hair of his lover; tight, unforgiving and instinctual. Desperate—as if he needs to anchor himself before he floats away. The sensation sends a thrilling bob to his cock, wet and leaking with every suck, every pinch, every touch he feels. It twitches helplessly against his stomach, smearing more of his mess across his abs with each motion.
The sounds he makes goes straight to Taehyung’s cock, straining them and leaving a wet spot on the sweatpants. It’s torture, but the kind he enjoys, because every whimper is just another mark of how good he’s making Jimin feel. Earlier, there was nothing more he wanted to do but take it hard and fast—but seeing the way Jimin was beneath him ignites something else in him. The vision is too beautiful to rush.
There was nothing more stunning than watching Jimin fall apart.
The brunette trails down, loud wet kisses marking his skin until he stays hovering above Jimin’s cock. Jimin waits for Taehyung to do something, maybe hurriedly taking the lube from their bedside drawer up to prep him, but his lips wrapping around his cock wasn't what he had in mind.
He bucks up unintentionally, but Taehyung anticipated that and pushes him down with one hand, stilling him against the bed.
“What are you—” Jimin thrashes his head to the side with a groan when he feels Taehyung licks the underside of his cock very slowly, “doing?”
“What does it look like I'm doing? I'm using you, aren't I?” He grins, hands rubbing up and down his thighs soothingly.
“That's not—I meant— use me , Taehyungie.” To be honest, he thought that Taehyung would manhandle him and take him as he pleases. Not go slow.
It's driving him insane.
“But I am.” Taehyung finally leans up again, body hovering over Jimin's as he holds his chin in between his fingers. His grip is soft, but firm—a gentle reminder of who’s in control. His breath fans across Jimin’s lips like a warning.
“I'll use you however I seem fit so you just have to lie still and take it, yeah?”
Jimin gulps, his cock twitching with every word. “I might not last. You need to fuck me still— please —” He’s unraveling with nothing but words and promise. It’s obscene how much he needs it.
“Shhh,” He lands a peck on his pouty lips, “I will. Gonna take such good care of you, you'll cum more than once.” That itself makes Jimin whimper. He doesn’t even know if he’ll survive one, but he trusts Taehyung. Always.
Still, Jimin bit his lips, looking up in what he hopes still looks sultry despite his desperation. “But I need you now .”
“And you'll have me.” He reassures with a gentle caress of his cheek, making Jimin lean in to purr like a cat. “Can be good for me, can't you?” Taehyung’s voice is velvet-wrapped steel. Soothing, but commanding. It settles in Jimin’s bones like heat.
“Yes.” He instantly says, already sinking back against the mattress and easily slipping into the familiar hazy feeling Taehyung can bring to him.
“Can take what I give you, yeah?” Taehyung trails down again, leaving soft kisses against his chest as his hands rub down his sides soothingly.
“Yes,” he breathes, feeling so warm and fuzzy even at the slightest touch.
“Can be a good boy for me too?” Taehyung speaks in a low whisper and he reaches the head of his cock again, already wet and glistening due to his precum leaking profusely. He doesn't hesitate to wrap his lips around it once more. The nickname makes Jimin choke on a gasp. The heat of Taehyung’s mouth is just icing on an already burning cake.
“Oh, fuck yes .” Jimin throws his head back in pleasure, his words dissolving into moan, welcoming anything and everything that comes his way now.
Taehyung takes his cock more, loving how the weight of it rests inside of him and how pliant Jimin instantly becomes. His moans are addictive, something that Taehyung needs to pull out even more. He pulls off for a moment to wrap his hands around it, licking his lips as his hand covers everything . Jimin’s cock twitches against his palm like it recognizes where it belongs. And Taehyung smiles—because it does .
“You’re made for me, fuck. Eyes on me, baby.” Taehyung commands and watches Jimin look at him with tears glistening in his eyes, threatening to spill. Jimin almost whimpers again at Taehyung's spit-covered lips, the same ones that look at him like he’s about to devour him.
Jimin looks so pretty—lying there all red and marked up and on the bridge of insanity. It makes Taehyung want to succumb to anything Jimin has to offer him.
“You taste so good,” Taehyung licks around the head again, tasting the pearly liquid ever so slowly, savouring everything he can take. Jimin isn't doing any better—every slow drag of his lover’s tongue just brings him to the edge. His knees come up every now and then, but Taehyung knows his lover and readies his hands to gently calm him down. A gentle push towards the bed makes him easier to comply.
Without warning Taehyung swallows him down until his nose is pressed against skin. Jimin thrashes again, but he can't do much with the way Taehyung holds him down on the bed, bruising his hips for days. The simmering heat builds up even more—the warmth of Taehyung's mouth on him, the strong grip which reminds him how easy Taehyung can handle him— already pushes him to the edge. It's when Taehyung hums in encouragement that his brain short circuits. The hum that travels from the tip of his cock to the base, causes goosebumps to break through his body, makes him tremble like a dead leaf holding onto the branch for dear life.
Jimin cries out with a broken moan as he cums, thighs trembling at the intensity of it. He feels Taehyung rubbing soothing circles. At the same time, he feels his sinful mouth sucking his dry—the double feeling is overwhelming. Jimin wants to lose himself in it and wants to hold onto something so he doesn’t float away.
When Taehyung pulls off of him, he comes up to kiss Jimin and lips his tongue in his mouth immediately. Jimin moans as he tastes himself, feeling as if he belongs to Taehyung. The mere thought that he's marked Taehyung’s tongue with his cum sends him into a prideful spiral, as if he's stake his claim on his lover from the inside out. It makes his cock twitch in response.
Jimin hums in delight at the taste of himself on Taehyung’s tongue, hastily hooking his leg over Taehyung's still covered hip. The barrier of the layers of clothes between them feels too much.
He whines. “Why do you have clothes on? Off, take it off .”
Taehyung chuckles, complying almost immediately. If there's one thing about Jimin, is that one orgasm isn't enough for him to be satiated. Though he says otherwise, he knows Jimin's body like the back of his hand and knows they're far from done.
“So needy.” Taehyung teases, taking off his tank top to reveal his muscled, naked figure. It glistens from sweat but it makes him look delectable in Jimin's eyes. In fact, Jimin almost salivates at the sight of bare honeyed skin all exposed to him.
All for him.
Taehyung chuckles when he sees Jimin chubbing up again. “You don't rest, do you?”
Jimin flushes, the red trailing down to his bruised chest. “Shut up.” Though the twitch of his cock goes unnoticed by his boyfriend.
“I think it's cute.” Taehyung discards his pants away, leaving him naked on the bed. Finally .
Wait .
“You went commando ?”
Taehyung blinks. “I always go commando with those sweats.”
“In the house! I didn't know you went out like that.” Jimin grumbles.
“Aww, you jealous?” Taehyung teases, straddling Jimin's thighs as he looks down on him. “Afraid what people will see?”
Jimin swallows, feeling that warm fuzzy feeling again when Taehyung cages him again.
Wait no, he had a point to this.
Trying with all the strength left in him, he hooks one leg over Taehyung's hip and swiftly turns them over, leaving him to straddle above Taehyung.
“Yeah,” The blonde moves down, watching as his lover's eyes widen when the head of his cock, wet with precum as well, slides just barely on Jimin's asscheeks. “Don't want people to see what's mine.”
Jimin already looks ruined above him but the fire in his eyes doesn’t disappear. In fact, it seems to burn even more with every second. The blonde peers down at him with his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, as if asking—no—begging for more. The gentle rest of his still twitching cock stays as a reminder for Taehyung that they had a long night between them.
“Jiminie wants more?” He teases, relishing in the way Jimin shifts his hips to rub against him.
Jimin decides to shut him up with a kiss again, sweet enough to be gentle, before pulling away with a harsh nip. The shift of it makes Taehyung groan continuously as Jimin leans down and down and down .
It was his turn to give, to mark , and he does just that. Laves up a spot on his pec, something on his mind ever since earlier, and bites down. He repeats the same on the other side, making sure the bloom of purple makes its presence known over and over again.
He can feel Taehyung's cock bobbing against his skin, a reminder for him of what he desperately needs. Jimin shifts down on the bed and settles himself between Taehyung’s parted legs, licking his lips as his boyfriend’s throbbing cock is finally in front of his face. Jimin licks his lips with a hungry stare.
“Min-ah,” Taehyung holds him by the shoulders, intending to bring him back up to kiss, but Jimin stops him with a whine.
“Just—let me taste you for a bit—that's it. Promise .” Jimin says, hips humping against the bed shamelessly, trying to find a sense of relief or trying to prolong the feeling—he doesn't know which one he wants yet.
Taehyung arches an eyebrow. The words ‘ i thought you were good for me’ just on the tip of his tongue when Jimin speaks again, “M’ good, I'll be good—just need a taste, yeah? Just a bit. Please.”
And honestly, who was Taehyung to say no when Jimin asks so prettily?
Taehyung nods and lets Jimin take what he wants—and what he wants is apparently Taehyung's sanity.
Jimin places himself between Taehyung’s legs, his back arching a bit to leave a sight for his lover to stare. He starts by kissing his thighs, trailing wet kisses up and down. He nips at the skin slightly, feeling a bit cheeky when he decides to suck a bruise just on the inside of his thighs. He feels Taehyung tensing, but it only spurs him on to mark him thoroughly.
Finally, Jimin reaches his cock and slowly wraps his hand around the shaft. He takes his sweet time in sucking the cock into his mouth. He doesn’t want to hurry, he needs to savor every bit of Taehyung as much as he can. The tip of his tongue digs just at the slit, causing Taehyung to hiss out. Jimin's the one that moans the moment he swallows, eager to take more. His hands wrap around the base and they don't even cover Taehyung's cock, just barely really serves as another reminder of how much it fills him. He's not even embarrassed about their size differences—in fact, it thrills them both even more than anything.
He peers up through his lashes to focus on Taehyung, only to find him already looking down with a lustful stare. The lust in his eyes are so intense that Jimin feels challenged. He wants to take more, wants to give more. As if conveying his dare with his eyes, Jimin relaxes his throat and takes Taehyung deeper, almost reaching his gag reflex. Taehyung hisses when his cock head almost hits the end of his throat.
“Fuck, Min—easy, baby.” Taehyung groans, though he tries to keep himself upright to watch. Everything Jimin does deserves to be watched.
Jimin chokes a bit from the sensation but soon relaxes when he breathes through his nose. Taehyung's gentle rubbing on his head helps him through it too, humming in delight when it's encouraged.
“Looks so pretty like this,” Taehyung comments, a hand caressing his cheeks ever so gently, as if he'll break if he doesn't, “Always so good for me.”
Jimin moans, feeling Taehyung throbbing inside of him which spurs his need to make his boyfriend cum even more. He bobs his head once, then twice—his hips humping against bedsheets as he does, feeling even more sensitive as he had already cum once—when Taehyung suddenly pulls him off.
Jimin can’t tell when exactly, but he realises his eyes are teary when he blinks to look at Taehyung. And when he does, he's met with Taehyung's panting state—hair disheveled and lips bitten red from holding himself back.
Jimin wanted nothing more than to be taken again. And what he wishes was what he gets.
Taehyung pulls him above and down on his back, their position now shifting. Jimin's cock throbs at the way he was easily tossed around again, wanting nothing more than to just take and take as much as Taehyung gives. He realizes now how easy it is for him to come once more, and it makes him try to hold back. He doesn’t want the high to end just yet.
Jimin hears the side of their drawer open and close, a sign his lover had taken the lube. Taehyung kisses him gently on the lips, almost turning too sweet, until he feels the tip of his finger circling his rim.
“Stay still baby.” Taehyung circles his rim slowly, making the blonde squirm at the slightest touch. “You're clenching like crazy.”
“Then stop teasing me.” Jimin says through gritted teeth, trying to lower his ass down as if it'll bring him closer to what he needs. “Please, I need you.”
“Thought you'd be good and patient for me?” Taehyung sinks a finger in as he watches Jimin shut his eyes and arches his back in pleasure. The heat surrounding his finger was unbearable which only made his cock twitch in anticipation.
“Thought you'd take everything I'd give?”
“I—I am. I just. Need more—!” Jimin throws his head back when Taehyung latches his mouth on his nipple, sucking on one side as he fingers him slowly. It’s like he’s branding him in a way— decorating every piece of Jimin with either saliva or cum. His long fingers, something Jimin salivates often on, reaches into parts of him he can't even reach himself. Even if it's just one finger, it's enough to make him crave to be fuller fast.
“More? Was everything I gave not enough?” Taehyung introduces a second finger, turning Jimin limp on the bed as welcomes the intrusion. His legs give out and he spreads them as far as he can, a sight Taehyung definitely approves of by the way he smirks.
Taehyung stops for a while before resuming his earlier pace, adding another motion to stretch him out as carefully as he can. “Made you cum, made you taste me and now I'm giving you even more. Aren't you being a little selfish?”
Jimin sniffles, the words immediately going to his bobbing cock laying angry and red on his stomach. He knows Taehyung has no mean weight to his words, but he just can't get enough.
Still, he still wants to be good.
“I—yeah.” He says, looking back at his boyfriend with a reassuring nod. “I'll be good.”
“That's my baby.” Taehyung kisses his head lovingly, almost cooing at how easily Jimin complies.
He resumes his pace to stretch him out, the heat surrounding his fingers tight and hot as he curls them in gentle strokes. He goes slow, wanting to feel every inch of his lover without rush. He massages his walls and even sees that Jimin was relaxing under his care, almost blissed out at being stretched open.
Taehyung brings himself up and shifts his fingers in a different angle, pushing in deeper with every thrust. It's when Jimin's body seizes up with a broken wail that Taehyung realizes that he found it . A smirk took over his face.
“Oh? Did I find it?” Taehyung repeats the motion and grins when he watches Jimin’s face completely twist in pleasure, finding the sweet little button again. “Did I find your spot, Min-ah?”
Jimin sobs as Taehyung continues his relentless pace, not seeming to slow down at all. In fact, he seems to go faster. “W-Wait Tae—don't!”
“Why not? I told you to just take it, baby.” Taehyung leans up so his face is just above Jimin's. Like this, he can see the tears down his face and the way his skin turns pink. He glistens with sweat but also moonlight, which only made him prettier to Taehyung. “So, take it.”
Another finger enters the mix, then another, leaving Jimin boneless on the mattress. Sweat gathers at his brows as he pants, toes curling as Taehyung keeps hitting the spot over and over again in time with every stretch. He feels himself leaking non-stop, already such a mess on his stomach.
His tongue lolls out as his brain stops thinking, drool already seeping past his lips whether he notices or not. Taehyung’s other hand, the one that holds him gently by the hip, a soft contrast compared to the other hand, grounds him and reminds himself that it’s okay. That Taehyung’s here and he takes care of him as much as he craves to be taken care of.
Letting go is sometimes not an easy thing to do but when he has a soulmate that knows him inside and out, it's easier to succumb to his desires and just be.
The constant assault on his prostate and the way every part of him is heightened due to being strung up and played like a string by Taehyung is enough to make him cum again, this time with only spurts of it in clear liquid painting his stomach.
Taehyung coos as Jimin convulses, slowing down his ministrations to help him through his high. He peppers kisses on his face with every drag of his fingers, watching as Jimin remains to be ruined beneath him. His eyes open up, immediately latching onto Taehyung’s with a dazed smile. One he strives to bring out as well.
Taehyung kisses him, a sign of reassurance that he’s here though the relentless pace at which his fingers are moving inside him is a complete contrast to the gentle gesture. That itself makes him throw his head back in a desperate whine, his hand scrambling to hold Taehyung’s wrist to stop his ministrations. Taehyung always knows how to break him. He knows how to make him feel like he is withering away yet make him want more. He needs more.
Taehyung hums in acknowledgment, stilling his fingers momentarily to give Jimin a second to recover. Jimin doesn’t seem to like the idea as he starts squirming and rolling his hips, asking Taehyung to continue.
But that's the whole point. Taehyung likes the constant push and pull, likes it when Jimin keeps asking for more when Taehyung is denying him.
He rises up on the bed and runs his hand through Jimin’s sweat covered bangs, peering him down with a smile, something so different from his menacing actions a few minutes ago. Taehyung licks the side of his jaw where his drool seeps out, a filthy yet loving act.
“Please. Please—inside, I need you inside of me,” Jimin sobs, his legs twitching as Taehyung resumes again but not without being mean about it.
“So needy. So selfish. And what if I need a break, hmm?”
Jimin tries to talk before his head turns into mush again,”M’not selfish— just wanna be close with you. Need to be close. Please, T-Taehyungie.”
There’s nothing more mesmerizing than having Jimin begging to be filled, with tears in his eyes because what he craves isn’t given to him immediately. Taehyung cannot deny Jimin what he wants anyway. Yet, he loves to see him beg like this. Loves to see him desperate, whiny and greedy.
“Okay, baby. I’ll give you what you want. I’ll give you my cock. That’s what you want right? Always so hungry for my cock, always needs to be full. ”
Taehyung slowly pulls his fingers out, letting Jimin feel every drag of it. “Gotta take me so well aren’t you?” He finally leans back on his knees and strokes his still hardening cock, lubing himself with what he can from his precum before drizzling lube on. He’s impressed that he’s lasted this long, especially with the way he could’ve lost control at any moment with Jimin.
Jimin stares at him with a lost look, knees propping up and spread as if he’s inviting him closer. His hands reach up and make grabby motions, too tired to say or do anything else. There was only one thing on his mind right now; Taehyung’s cock inside of him.
Taehyung surrenders to the invitation and places himself in between Jimin’s legs, which spread even wider to accommodate him. He holds his cock and rests the head right against Jimin’s rim, making the other man hitch his leg behind his back to pull him in. “Cmon, please .”
“So desperate today.” Taehyung murmurs, pushing the head in at which Jimin instantly clenches on, ” this what you need, baby?”
“Yes,” Jimin breathes, the air knocked out from his lungs as Taehyung slowly inches in. He stretched him good enough but the aching burn still welcomes his lover every single time. Every vein, every drag is felt by the smaller man, filling him to the brim, finally making him whole . “Fucking yes, please !”
“Asking so nicely,” Taehyung hums, finally having all of him inside. He looks down on his lover and feels a possessive urge once he sees how much of him can be seen through the newly formed belly bulge. “Taking me so well. Always take me in so well.”
“A—Always. I—” Jimin gasps as the cock inside of him shifts; not moving yet but he can feel almost everything even at the slightest movement. His veiny shaft dragging against his walls, how rightly thick he is, how he’s being stretched so well. He can feel himself clenching, trying to make room for Taehyung and to get used to a feeling he’s accustomed to but never not new to. Just like Taehyung, he can feel the protruding weight on his stomach and keens in bliss because of it. Everything has him on alert, making his cock twitch in response once again due to him being extra sensitive. It's like he’s burning from the inside.
”M’ the only one that can take you.” Jimin whines, proud.
“Yeah?” Taehyung leans down, causing Jimin to moan as he closes himself in to peck his lips, “Made for me?”
“Made for y-you. Always.” Jimin grabs onto Taehyung’s biceps and trails his hands down his arms to interlock their fingers together. Taehyung complies and lifts them above Jimin’s head, intertwining them indefinitely. “Fuck me. Please. Please, just move .”
“Sure you can take it?” Taehyung pulls out, just letting the tip in before thrusting back slowly. Jimin wails as he shivers, tears gathering at his lashes as he takes . Jimin’s grip on his hands tightens as he tries to grind back down, to keep Taehyung all for himself.
It’s too much but not nearly enough.
It takes everything in him to hold back, because nothing compares to seeing Jimin so fucked out underneath him, trying to take in more when he’s already snug fit, skin to skin. And when he looks down to see the bulge in Jimin’s stomach, his cock’s outline clearly visible through every push and pull again, he almost cums on the spot.
But he can’t. Not this fast. He’s just getting started.
Taehyung lets go of his hand and trails them to his hips, holding Jimin gently by the hip. He grins as he pulls out and watches the bulge disappear, only to form back again when he fills him again and again. “God, that’s so hot.”
Taehyung continues the slow pace, leaning over Jimin to see every facial expression contorted, every sound escaping his raw bitten lips. Something inside him shifts at seeing the way his lover bares his neck, open like for a claim as well as the drool seeping past his lips once more. His eyes are glossy with need to satiate, looking a little lost but seems to come back to him whenever he moves. He looks as if his head is empty, no thoughts except giving himself up to Taehyung. It drives him insane.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect.” Taehyung leans up, pace fastening as he angles his hips in a way that punches a scream out of Jimin. “So perfect, so beautiful. Gonna make you feel so good you can’t walk.”
The way he’s thrusting now hits a spot he found minutes ago, dead on Jimin’s prostate. Jimin tries to pull Taehyung closer but at the same time tries to push him away at the feeling of being too much , but Taehyung grips his hips hard.
“What are you doing, hmm?” He says darkly, holding Jimin down as he continues his relentless pace. “Told you I’m gonna take care of you baby.”
“It’s too much-I-T-Taehyungie, please!”
“But I thought you wanted to be close.” Taehyung thrusts into him sharply and Jimin screams. His hands grip the bed sheets too tight, almost pulling them out but at least there’s something grounding he can hold on to. Taehyung chuckles darkly as he sees Jimin trying to gyrate his hips downwards nonetheless. “Look at you, baby. You say you can’t but your body says otherwise. Always thinking about yourself.”
Jimin blinks his eyes open, his mouth still open as he shakes his head. “M’not! I—need you please. Just wanna be good for you.”
Taehyung coos again as he cries, a sight never to be tired of. He sees the restraint Jimin has already put on himself, gripping anything but his leaking cock to stay somewhat sane. To not come unless he’s told to again.
Taehyung grins and gives mercy, finally wrapping a hand around Jimin’s cock and wickedly chuckling at the wail he gets in return. “Alright then. Be good for me and come soon, okay?”
He hears Jimin mutter out a blissed out ‘ thank you! ’ before resuming his relentless pace, angling again and again at his sweet spot in time with stroking the cock in his hand strategically with every thrust. It doesn’t take long before he feels Jimin shuddering under him, toes curling as he screams out a broken cry, ropes of cum splattering all over his stomach and chest. He strokes Jimin through his release until the last spurts of cum comes out, leaving him boneless and spent.
Taehyung kisses him again through his aftershocks, soothing his erratic heartbeat at the intensity of it. Jimin thrives under the attention, feeling so warm and fuzzy, but with his earlier crave fulfilled.
Jimin gasps in a breath as he feels Taehyung pulling out and hastily keeps his foot at the back of Taehyung’s asscheek. “Cmon, come in me.”
Taehyung holds his cheek gently as Jimin’s eyes shine up on him. “Please, want you to come inside.”
“How can I ever say no to you?” Taehyung obliges, as always when it comes to Jimin. There’s nothing he would deny him of anyways.
Taehyung continues, letting himself be wrapped around Jimin’s heat again without pause. It doesn’t take long for him to reach his peak; with the way Jimin clenches purposely with every thrust, the way he claws his back to keep him close, the way he kisses parts of Taehyung he could reach even when he’s laying limp on the bed.
Taehyung moans aloud as he comes, filling Jimin up completely. He’s aware of how much he cums, especially when he’s been pent up for so long. But that’s a fact that warms Jimin up even more. He brings his head to rest on Jimin’s shoulder as he comes, almost never ending, and sucks a bruise on any part of him he can find left unmarked. He doesn’t care if his own chest was covered in Jimin’s cum as well. It only drives him to keep cumming.
Jimin moans as he feels nothing but hot filling him up, almost letting him taste it in his stomach. He keeps Taehyung as close as possible, even as he’s shaking from cumming too much. He keens at being taken, claimed in a way that his lover can give. The possessive feeling almost turns primal, but also just him being very much in love.
“You good, Min-ah?” Taehyung presses sweet kisses down his face as he peers down on him, “anything hurts?”
Jimin shakes his head with a blissed out smile. “Nothing hurts with you.” Taehyung grins back and moves to pull out, but Jimin’s hands on him stop him.
“Stay,” He whispers, “just for a while. Wanna keep you warm in me.”
There is something so soft and domestic about it Jimin says and Taehyung cannot deny. He complies, as always, and rests them up as comfortably as he can. They are both sticky and stink of sweat but having Jimin in his arms beats anything else.