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It was dinner time when Jimin got a notification, his phone vibrating on the table in front of him. With a slice of pizza inches from his open mouth, Jimin leaned forward to read it.
kth95 just made a post.
Within seconds, the pizza was back on his plate and his phone was in his hand, Instagram loading as he tapped his foot impatiently. He had seen his boyfriend just that morning, had been texting him on and off through the day, but that didn’t matter. Jimin would never hesitate to drop anything and everything for Kim Taehyung. Even if it was just his usual post with an artsy shot of something he’d seen on his walk to work.
Except…
This was not Taehyung’s usual post.
“Oh my god,” Jimin whispered as his eyes darted across the screen, memorizing every inch, every single pixel. The gym equipment in the background. The yellow beanie on Taehyung’s head, strands of dark hair peeking out from beneath it. The mask covering the lower half of his face, hiding the mole on the tip of his nose and those perfect dusty pink lips that Jimin adored. Taehyung’s long fingers gripping his phone as he held it up to snap the photo. And the grey ribbed tank top that hugged his chest, revealing honey-kissed skin, the jut of his clavicle, the curve of muscles.
When had his arms gotten so big? And how had Jimin not noticed before? How had he not noticed how wide Taehyung’s shoulders were? How huge his biceps were? He knew that Taehyung had been working out more recently but this was…
This was melting his brain. Taehyung was already ridiculously hot and Jimin just couldn’t comprehend how his boyfriend could have possibly gotten even hotter.
And all Jimin could think about was -
Up until now, sex with Taehyung had been so soft. Careful. Closer to making love than fucking. And Jimin loved it, loved how gentle Taehyung was with him. Loved being gentle with him in return. But he would be lying if he said he wouldn’t enjoy things a little… rougher. If he said his mind wasn’t filled with images of Taehyung lifting him. Holding him in place with one of those arms around his neck. Using him.
The thought alone had made him hard, his cock straining beneath the zipper of the jeans he’d yet to take off. Too tight, restricting, leaving nothing to the imagination.
Jimin paused, dropped his gaze to his lap. Then, eyes back on his phone, his fingers were moving quickly across the screen, opening the camera app. With his free hand, he traced a finger up his length, gasping at the friction, and snapped a photo. Once that was done, it took only seconds to open the messaging app and tap on Taehyung’s name.
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Jimin: Taehyungie
Taehyung: Yes, baby?
Jimin: I need you
Jimin: <photo attached>
Taehyung: Fuck
Taehyung: Jimin, you can’t just-
Jimin: Please
Taehyung: I’ll be there in 10 minutes
Jimin: Not fast enough
Taehyung: 5 minutes. I’ll be there in 5 minutes.
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Jimin pulled the door open before Taehyung could even knock, took in the sight of him standing on the welcome mat panting as if he’d run the whole way here. He was still wearing that fucking tank top and Jimin felt like he might go insane if he didn’t get his hands on Taehyung in the next-
Fingers curled around the back of his neck, an arm around his waist, and with a sharp tug, Jimin was pressed against Taehyung, chest to chest. This close, Jimin could smell the sweat on Taehyung’s skin.
“Hi, baby,” Taehyung said, the sweet tone of his voice a stark contrast to the hardness of his cock between them. To the solidness of his arms as Jimin’s hands found their way there, fingers dimpling skin as he held on tight. “Did you miss me?”
Jimin nodded, swallowing roughly. And then he was distracted by the shifting muscles beneath his palms, eyes caught there as if in a trance. Taehyung might have said something else but Jimin wasn’t sure of anything but the heat of Taehyung’s skin. His fingers wandered of their own volition, up Taehyung’s arm until they reached the line of his neck and then back down, tracing the curve of muscle. Once, twice and then Taehyung was speaking again, the tone of his voice catching Jimin’s attention.
“You liked my post, huh?” He sounded pleased and more than a little smug. “I thought you might.”
Jimin considered disagreeing but what came out instead was: “You’re so big, Taehyungie.”
That wiped the smirk right off of Taehyung’s face.
“I bet you’re strong too, aren’t you? You already were before but…” Jimin leaned closer until his lips were brushing against the lobe of Taehyung’s ear. “Do you think you could manhandle me now, Taehyungie? Push me around a little?”
The hand on the nape of his neck slid away, the arm around his waist following immediately after.
“Is that what you want, baby?” Taehyung’s voice was low, raspy in a way that sent Jimin’s heart ricocheting in his chest.
All he could do was nod.
But that was all Taehyung needed.
Between one breath and the next, Taehyung was reaching for Jimin again. Twisting and turning them until he had Jimin where he wanted him. Until Jimin was exactly where he wanted to be - an arm around his neck, pressed tight enough that he had to tip his chin up. Tight enough to have him feeling light-headed, breathless.
Taehyung held him there as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. As he shoved them down Jimin’s thighs, boxers following with brusque and quick movements that left Jimin’s skin stinging and red. As he fisted Jimin’s cock and tugged. Hard.
A whimper slipped between Jimin’s lips, the sound making Taehyung pause.
“Is this okay?” Taehyung asked, a hint of worry in his words.
“God, yes.” Jimin managed, voice breathy and pleading and pathetic as he added: “Don’t stop. Please.”
With that, Taehyung’s arm constricted, pressing tight against his throat, just for a second. Just long enough to make Jimin’s head spin. His fist began to work up and down Jimin’s length. Tightening just beneath the head of his cock; and again at the base.
It was, all at once, too much and not enough. Overwhelming but in the best possible way. He couldn’t move; when he tried, Taehyung’s muscles shifted as he tightened his hold, as he clicked his tongue like Jimin was being unruly. And his lungs ached. Breath caught in his throat, in his chest, escaping in desperate gasps as Taehyung twisted his wrist and gathered the precome beading from his slit in the palm of his hand.
The next downward shift of Taehyung’s hand spread the wet stickiness down Jimin’s length, making the slide easier. Pushing Jimin closer to the edge.
“Aw, baby, look at you.” That same honey-sweet tone of voice he’d greeted Jimin with. In this context, it was enough to fill Jimin with unbearable heat. “You’re all red.”
Jimin couldn’t look at himself, not with Taehyung holding him up like this. And it was really only because of Taehyung that Jimin was still standing, his legs weak and wobbly beneath him.
“You’re getting close, aren’t you?” Jimin tried to nod but Taehyung didn’t seem to be interested in an answer from him. “Already so worked up and I’ve barely touched you. Fuck, you’re so hot, baby. Can you feel how hot I think you are?”
He could feel the weight of Taehyung’s cock against his hip, heavy and hard and distracting, but he couldn’t tell Taehyung. The words were trapped in his throat with his breath, caught in the hold Taehyung had on him. He tried to wiggle his hips instead, wanting to make Taehyung feel just as good as he felt, but Taehyung stopped him easily.
“Not yet, baby.” His fingers splayed wide against Jimin’s lower stomach, leaving Jimin’s cock to twitch helplessly where it jutted from his body. Caressed the soft skin there with slow strokes as he waited- for what, Jimin wasn’t sure. “Let me take care of you first.”
The moment his fingers circled Jimin’s shaft again, a broken sort of sound ripped it’s way out of Jimin. Something between a sob and a moan.
Taehyung shushed him, the soft sound in his throat completely opposite from how he touched Jimin, jerking him off with quick, rough twists of his fist.
“I know, baby,” he told Jimin, a sympathetic tone to his voice. “It’s okay. I’ve got you”
That was all it took, the final push that Jimin needed. With a groan that rumbled deep in his chest, Jimin was coming, cock twitching hard in Taehyung’s fist as the edges of his vision faded to black.
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Jimin wasn’t sure how much time had passed when he finally opened his eyes again. It couldn’t have been more than a handful of minutes, Taehyung still holding him up in the middle of the hallway, but it felt like it had been longer. Hours, even. Taehyung’s hands were big and warm, caressing his cheek and following the line of his jaw. His voice soft and gentle as he whispered, making sure that Jimin was okay, that he knew Taehyung was there, that he had him. And Jimin loved him for it. Was so grateful for how doting his boyfriend was, how caring and wonderful and perfect.
But all Jimin could think about was the weight of Taehyung’s cock against his hip. Still so fucking hard even as he eased Jimin through the aftershocks of what was the hardest, most intense orgasm of his entire life. The arousal pooling in his stomach was like liquid fire, warming him from the inside. Nowhere near as unbearable as it had been but enough to have him moving as soon as he could, as soon as his legs were steady beneath him.
Taehyung’s pupils were blown wide, eyes hungry as Jimin turned to him. Pink filled his cheeks, a light dusting beneath tan skin. Jimin knew exactly how far the flush extended. Had very intimate knowledge of the way Taehyung’s chest grew splotchy with it. His stomach. His thighs. And his lips were parting, most likely to ask Jimin if he was okay again.
“I’m fine,” Jimin told him, crowding into his space. Grasping Taehyung’s jaw firmly. Then he was kissing him, Taehyung’s lips warm and pliant beneath his. His tongue insistent against the seam of Jimin’s lips until they parted, until he could lick into his mouth, curl his tongue against the back of Jimin’s teeth.
They kissed for a while, Taehyung controlling the pace and Jimin letting him take what he needed. Until they weren’t even kissing anymore, just breathing one another in as Taehyung rutted against the flat of Jimin’s stomach. Only then did Jimin pull away. Put space between them that had Taehyung pouting, whining in protest, chasing him across the distance.
The only thing that stopped him was a palm flat against his chest followed by Jimin dropping to his knees.
“Baby,” he whimpered as Jimin reached for the waistband for his sweats, fingers curling and tugging until Taehyung's cock hung heavy between them.
He was big, long and thick. So big that even now, after over a year, Jimin was surprised by the size of him. Overwhelmed by it. Amazed, still, that it could fit inside of him. That didn’t stop him from wrapping his fingers around the shaft, from taking the weeping head between his lips and lapping at the saltiness gathered there.
Just for me.
The thought urged him forward, lips stretching wide to take more and more of Taehyung in. He didn’t stop until his nose was nestled against dark hair curling at the base. Until the head of Taehyung’s cock was hitting the back of his throat.
A gentle hand cupped the back of his head, fingers barely grazing hair even as a guttural sound escaped Taehyung.
That wouldn’t do, Jimin thought as he eased back. Let Taehyung’s cock fall from between his lips as he blinked up at him through the haze of tears filling his eyes.
“Taehyung,” he rasped, licking his lips. When Taehyung dipped his head down, meeting Taehyung’s eye, he said, “You don’t have to be so easy with me. I want- I want you to use me, baby.”
For a moment, he didn’t move, just staring down at him with a dazed sort of look in his eyes, and Jimin was sure he must have crossed a line he hadn’t meant to. But then Taehyung nodded, the curve of his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. He reached for Jimin again but this time, his touch was far from gentle. Hesitant at first but firm as he gripped the back of his head, guiding him until Jimin’s lips were brushing against the head of his cock.
Jimin’s tongue darted out on instinct, chasing the taste of salty precome from Taehyung’s slit, and that seemed to snap whatever restraint had remained.
“Open,” Taehyung demanded, voice low and raw. Eyes dark and heavy as Jimin did as he was told. “God, baby, you look so good like this.”
Jimin hummed happily, shifted where he knelt until he found a position that gave his aching cock some relief. Waited patiently for Taehyung to give him what he wanted.
“You’re so good for me,” Taehyung said as he finally, finally, began to move. As he fed the length of his cock inch by inch to Jimin, so slowly that Jimin thought he might combust, until he bottomed out. Until Jimin’s throat fluttered around him. “You’re going to keep being good for me, aren’t you? You’re going to tell me if you want me to stop, right?”
Jimin nodded, tears welling in the corners of his eyes as he swallowed helplessly around Taehyung’s length.
And then Taehyung was easing back, pulling out until just the tip of his cock rested on the swell of Jimin’s bottom lip. Let Jimin take a big, gasping breath of air, before his hips surged forward again.
The pace he set was relentless, big hands holding Jimin in place, long fingers curling around the back of his head tightly. And his lips didn’t stop moving, praises falling from between them as if he couldn’t help himself.
“So good, baby,” he muttered as Jimin choked on the head of his cock.
“Fuck, look at you,” as spit gathered on his chin, dripped to the floor beneath them.
Then, as his orgasm washed through him, as he emptied himself down Jimin’s throat with harsh thrusts: “Fuck, baby. My baby. Mine.”
Yours, Jimin thought, mind floating away like a dandelion seed on the breeze as he came again, thick ropes of white painting the thighs of his jeans.
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Sunlight filled Jimin’s bedroom, warm and bright, as he blinked his eyes open. He had only a single moment of sleep-hazy peace before his body caught up with his mind. The ache in his jaw as he yawned, the throb in his knees as he shifted on the mattress, the heat of Taehyung pressed against his side - all reminders of last night. A few of which he would absolutely complain about in days to come as was his right.
He rolled over, curling an arm around Taehyung’s waist and burying his nose in the nape of his neck. He smelled like Jimin’s soap now, from the quick shower they’d taken last night. It settled something in Jimin’s chest, a welcome weight that had him nestling closer.
“Mmm, good morning.” Taehyung’s voice rumbled through him, heavy with sleep.
Jimin pressed a kiss against warm skin. “Morning, baby.”
Taehyung hummed, a happy sound. “I like it when you call me that.”
“Did you sleep okay?” Jimin asked, hiding his smile in the crook of Taehyung’s neck.
“Mhmm. You?”
Jimin nodded, tightened his hold on Taehyung as he slid his toes between Taehyung’s leg and the mattress to warm them. The hazy morning light, paired with Taehyung’s warmth, was making him drowsy. But just as sleep began to pull him under again, Taehyung spoke.
“I deleted the post.”
Frowning, Jimin asked, “You did?”
A shrug of Taehyung’s shoulders jostled him. “You asked me to.”
Jimin opened his eyes. “I did?”
“I believe your exact words were…” Taehyung trailed off and his shoulders shook again. He was trying not to laugh, Jimin realized.. “‘Nobody else is allowed to look at you, Taehyungie. Only me.’”
“Oh my god.”
The mortification in Jimin’s voice had Taehyung laughing, the sound loud and happy as it floated around the room.
“You can’t hold anything I said last night against me, okay?” Jimin muttered against Taehyung’s skin. “My brain was melted. It was a goopy sex-crazed mess.”
“Oh, so you don’t want me to - and I quote - ‘throw you through a wall’?”
Jimin lifted his head. “Is that an actual option?”
Taehyung turned over, boxy smile stretching his pretty pink lips as he tugged Jimin closer. “I love you so much, baby.”
Jimin’s nose crinkled as he smiled back. “I love you too.”
Taehyung kissed him then, slow and sweet. His fingers rubbed gentle circles against Jimin’s lower back as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. As he sighed into Jimin’s mouth, a happy sound that sent butterflies skittering through Jimin’s stomach. When he pulled away, it was just enough to press their foreheads together. To let silence slip into the spaces between them.
Sleep came creeping in again, tugging at Jimin’s consciousness.
Before it could take hold, he had to ask one more time.
“So, hypothetically, could you throw me through a wall?”