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VMIN smut audio
MDNI.
"needy."
(after the live, jimin and taehyung disappeared into the room.)
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🐥jimin ⬇️
🐻taehyung ⬆️
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Was struggling to write the next chapter so have a short blurb <3
18+ content. Please be mindful of what you read
You told Jimin it was risky. The dressing room walls were much thinner than the two of you were used to. He didn't really care, adrenaline making him desperate. And you were never really strong enough to say no to him.
His head was buried in your neck, guiding your hips along his cock when you heard it. The faintest sound of the door creaking open.
Hardly managing to hold your head up, you looked towards the door that you swore was locked. It was already closed when you managed to look up, the only thing proving you weren't hearing things was the man standing in front of it.
Taehyung had a smirk plastered across his face, eyes trailing every inch of you and Jimin. He clearly didn't know you saw him until you let out a gasp as Jimins hand started to toy with your clit, completely unaware.
Once his eyes locked onto yours they didn't move. Part of it felt like a competition of who would look away first. It almost felt like you couldn't, like you were enjoying the fucked up idea of him watching you two.
You laughed, the thought seemingly absurd if you ignored what was happening. The act made Jimin moan, pulling his head away from your neck with a fucked out grin. His face was almost as red as his lips, the sight barely managing to pull you from the other man.
"What's so funny baby?" He whispered, slowing your hips slightly.
You watched as his grin faded, head wiping around when Taehyung replied before you.
"Yeah, what's so funny?"
Summary: Jimin gets caught, Taehyung gets curious and it turns out, Taehyung likes watching Jimin jerk off to his own reflection too
Word Count: 6K
Rating: 18+ Minors Do Not Interact!
Tags: porn with no plot, shameless smut, Jimin gets caught masturbating, drinking alcohol, drunken choices, soft dom Taeyhung, sub Jimin, dirty talk, hand jobs, dry humping, blow jobs, cum swallowing, deep throating, wet and messy, mirror sex, cum shots, bros being bros and getting each other off
Authors Note: I'm bacccckkkkkk. When I wrote the first part I had it in the back of my mind to include Taehyung and well. Here it is. It's filthy and nasty and idk guys I'm just down so bad right now
Reblogs are appreciated
Also don't be scared to talk about it in the tags!
Part One here!
It had been a month since Jimin had discovered one of his biggest turn-ons was staring at himself in a mirror.
He still shivers when he recalls that night, the way his full lips parted and how his eyes were blown wide with lust as his fingers encircled his throbbing cock.
The problem now was timing.
Since that night, he had been whisked away on a huge world tour and had not had a moment of peace in what felt like forever.
Days were a blur of practice, concerts, costume changes, dancing, singing, and crashing at random hotel rooms all over the globe.
Most nights, Jimin was even too tired to masturbate and instead would belly flop on the soft hotel sheets and fall asleep almost immediately.
However, sometimes his thoughts would drift to that night.
The way his eyes scanned his fully naked body
The way the candlelight flickered off his skin.
The way he ended up on his hands and knees with his fist a blur between his legs, working his cock.
In those moments Jimin could feel his cock chub up almost instantly, and he would have to distract himself to curb the ache to relive that night all over again.
He just wanted one night, one night alone with a mirror to test it out one more time.
Just to see.
Just to make sure.
Lucky for him, he got that night nearly three weeks into the tour.
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They were performing in some country he couldn’t remember.
Everything was starting to blur as he wiped his tired eyes and tried his best to smile and nod along to Jungkook’s insistent talking in the back of the black-tinted car.
They had just finished the concert, and while Jungkook and Hoseok were balls of energy, Jimin just wanted to go back to the hotel, take the world's hottest shower and fall face down onto a comfortable bed.
It seems, however, his two band members had a different idea.
“Jimin, you are going to come with us, right?” Hoseok asked, pulling Jimin from his thoughts as he tore his gaze from the window.
“I…uh. Sorry, I didn’t catch that,” He admits shyly as Jungkook knocks his leg with his own and shakes his head.
“We’re going out, and you’re coming with! It will be fun, hyung!” He chirps happily as Jimin runs a tired hand down his face.
“To where? A sit-down restaurant, sure. A stuffy club where I have to dance some more, no thank you.” He says as kindly as possible as the car stops at a red light and Hoseok frowns.
“When did you turn into such an old man, Jiminie? We are in a brand new city! Let’s explore and all that.” He teases as Jungkook shoots him a cute smile and Jimin can’t help but smile back.
“Yah, let me be an old man tonight.” He complained as the car dipped into the private parking lot of the hotel and Jimin breathed out a sigh of relief.
Another step closer to a shower and a bed.
“Yah, you’re no fun! I’m taking the maknaes out. All of them, including you.” Hoseok pushes as the car comes to a stop.
Jimin opens the door before he can think of a response, and his legs almost collapse with how exhausted he feels.
“Woah, are you okay?” Jungkook says, as suddenly he is by Jimin’s side holding his arm.
“I’m okay Koo. Just tired. So so tired.”
Jungkook shoots Hoseok a look that tells Jimin everything he needs to know.
They aren’t going to push it.
They will let him rest tonight.
“Okay, well, because you are sharing a room with Taehyung, remind him he promised to come out with us. I’ll probably rope Namjoon into coming too.” Hoseok says as Jimin shoots him a nod and covers his blonde hair with a black cap before following security through the back entrance.
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It takes Taehyung a total of six minutes to be convinced that Jimin is, in fact, very tired and just wants to stay in tonight.
It takes another fifteen minutes for him to get ready and join the others at some club.
“Okay, if you are going to stay in here and be an old man, you have to at least promise me you are going to rest. We have tomorrow off, but a concert the day after. Take care of yourself tonight.” Taehyung says, shooting Jimin a warning look as he ties up his expensive shoes.
“Will do. I’m going to shower and crash.” Jimin promises.
Taehyung ruffles his hair to perfection in the small mirror by the front door before waving goodbye, closing the door and leaving Jimin alone.
His body feels like it weighs too much as he lifts himself from bed and sluggishly makes his way to the bathroom.
He rids himself of his clothes and wipes his tired eyes as he steps into the shower.
It is probably the quickest shower he has ever taken as the hot water soothes his tired muscles and he feels nearly asleep on his feet as he rubs the expensive body wash on his arms and legs.
By the time Jimin is back in bed, his body is loose and warm.
He nearly groans in satisfaction as he snuggles under the cool sheets and reaches for his phone. Multiple messages from Taehyung pop up, telling him if he changes his mind they will circle back and grab him.
Not a chance
Instead, Jimin scrolls down his socials to see ARMY talking about the concert.
Most people are fangirling about the boys and about the surprise songs, and it makes a fond smile appear on Jimin’s face.
Because that’s ultimately who he is doing it for.
The fans.
Scrolling down further, he sees multiple people showing off their fancams and a particular one makes his thumb freeze and his lips slowly part.
When the stylist suggested it, Jimin didn’t think much of it.
He really didn’t have time, as it was during a quick change
But looking now.
Holy shit…he looked good.
A vest hung over his frame as his body was covered by a very see-through chainmail top.
The person who posted the fancam added some sensual music that flowed in time with the way Jimin was dancing and shaking his hips.
His throat suddenly felt dry as flashes of himself lying on the bed during the Normal music video brought heat to his cheeks and stirred arousal to shoot through his cock as it began to thicken in his pyjama pants.
Jimin ran a hand down his face, the audio from the clip still playing as his cock gave a needy twitch.
“Please don’t… I’m so fucking tired.” He hissed at his cock as his hand came down to press over his clothed length and his toes curled at the slight friction.
He scrolled away from the fancam, hoping to find something that would make his cock soften, but it only got worse as more and more images and videos appeared of him in that top.
Each one sexier than the last.
His hair was ruffled from the dancing, his eyes were wild, and the way his body moved…
Jimin had never seen himself like that before.
“Okay. Enough.” He scolded himself as he placed his phone face down on the dresser and tried to ignore his aching cock as he flicked off the light.
“I’m not doing this right now. I’m going to bed.” He decided as he firmly closed his eyes and prayed for sleep to come.
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Half an hour later, Jimin was beyond frustrated.
His cock wasn’t going down at all, and every time he closed his eyes, he could picture himself that first night, all fucked out and flustered as he worked his cock while staring at his own naked body.
And unfortunately that was how Taehyung found him.
Jimin let out a high-pitched screech when the door opened, and Taehyung poked his head inside.
Jimin felt his heart drop to his toes as he dived for his bed and tried his best to cover himself up, all the while wishing he could melt into the floor.
Sure, they had had accidents like this before, but this, this was something more.
It wasn’t just a quick peek of a hand moving under a sheet.
Jimin was naked
Completely naked
And staring at his own damn reflection in the hotel mirror.
This was beyond mortifying.
This was a fucking nightmare.
“Uh?” Taehyung said softly as he closed the door with an audible snap, and Jimin buried his face in the pillows and let out a noise somewhere between a sob and a groan.
“Taehyung. Please. Just. Don’t.” Jimin begs, refusing to look at his friend as he curls up in a tiny ball on the bed.
“I wasn’t going to say anything. I mean. I… well, I don’t really know what to say. Were you….to your own reflection?” He asks softly.
“Please don’t. Please just forget. Please.” Jimin all but begs, nearly in tears.
“Okay, Chim. Yeah, we can forget it. I promise.” Taehyung says as Jimin refuses to move from his curled-up spot until he hears the bathroom door close and the shower start to run.
“What the fuck is wrong with me?” Jimin hisses as he quickly gathers his discarded clothes from the floor and throws them on before crawling back under the covers and pretending to be asleep.
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It had been two weeks since Taehyung walked in on Jimin.
Two agonizing weeks where Jimin wanted to do anything to avoid Taehyung’s gaze and Taehyung couldn’t stop staring at him as if purposely trying to get his attention.
Jimin thanked his lucky stars that they had a two-week break and was able to put some distance between himself and Taehyung as the company car dropped him off at home.
He thanked the driver and slung his bag over his shoulder as he walked up the short driveway and unlocked his house.
All at once, the tension left his body as he dropped his bag by the front door.
He didn’t even bother to do anything else as he made the familiar trek to his bedroom, where he stripped off his clothes and slunk into bed.
As he curled himself around his pillows and closed his eyes, he still couldn’t get the image of Taehyung out of his head.
The messy hair, the dark eyes, the way his mouth parted in surprise, but a moment later his pink tongue poked out to lick at his lips.
Taehyung almost looked…hungry.
Jimin shook his head and forced himself to think of something else.
Anything else.
As he tried to fall asleep.
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It seemed like forgetting the whole ordeal wasn’t going to happen, as three days later a knock on the door had Jimin answering to a very distraught-looking Taehyung.
His dark hair was hidden under a blue baseball cap, and he held up two bags of food in a silent plea to be let in.
Jimin side-stepped, and Taehyung grinned before entering his house and letting Jimin shut the door behind him.
“I brought you food because I had a feeling you weren’t eating,” Taehyung said as he toed off his shoes and made his way to the living room.
“You had a feeling I wasn’t eating? Why?” Jimin asked honestly as Taehyung started to unpack all the food, grinning when he saw his friend's eyes light up.
“Because you usually get sulky on breaks and when you’re not performing. Also, you haven’t answered the group chat in days. Namjoon was beside himself with worry but didn’t want to bother you.”
Jimin frowns.
“I didn’t mean to make anyone worry.” He says softly.
“Oh, don’t worry. I told Namjoon I had no problem bothering you about it, and here I am.”
Jimin can’t help but laugh as Taehyung gets everything set up on the coffee table and motions for Jimin to sit down.
“Wait. Drinks first.” Jimin says, but Taehyung holds up two bottles of Soju with a cocky smirk.
“Already got it covered. Now sit and eat. I promised Namjoon I would make you feel better.”
Jimin plops down on a pillow beside his best friend and slowly pulls the takeout towards him.
Taehyung hands him chopsticks, and they sit side by side on the floor while watching some random science movie that popped up on Jimin’s recommended.
“Yah! Go easy on the Soju, Jimin. If you aren’t eating, it’s going to hit you twice as hard.” Taehyung warns
However, with the way things have been with Taehyung, Jimin doesn’t go easy on the Soju at all, and a mere forty-five minutes later he feels pleasantly fuzzy as he leans back against the couch with a dopey grin on his face.
“Why are you smiling at me like that?” Taehyung giggles, half slurring as he places his now empty bottle on Jimin’s coffee table and curls up on the couch behind Jimin’s head.
“Cause you’re my favourite Taetae. Shh, don’t tell the others.” He giggles as he also places his now empty bottle down and grins at Taehyung, shifting his body so he can stare at his friend better.
“Ah, Jiminie, you can’t say stuff like that.” Taehyung gushes, staring bashfully at his friend.
Taehyung removes his baseball cap to ruffle his hair, and Jimin watches transfixed as Taehyung’s long fingers disappear into his long locks.
“It’s true. You are m-my best friend. I mean, you saw me masturbating to myself in front of a mirror and didn’t say shit. Didn’t even tease me about it. Th-that’s true friendship right there.” Jimin slightly hiccups at the end, closing his eyes and feeling the room spin.
Jimin cracked open an eye to see Taehyung sitting on the couch, suddenly very still and very serious.
“Nooo, don’t say anything! You promised Taetae.” Jimin whined as he covered his face with his hands.
“You were the one to bring it up, not me.” Taehyung half laughed as he nudged Jimin’s shoulder with his knee.
“Look at me. Come on, Chim, we are both drunk. We can talk about this. It’s fine.”
“ No, it’s not. I can’t believe I said that. It’s your fault for getting me drunk!” He accuses as Taehyung barks out a laugh.
“My fault?! You were the one drinking the stuff. And the one touching yourself to your own reflection. That wasn’t me.”
Jimin’s cheeks heat, and he pulls his hands from his face to fan his shirt away from his body.
Why is the room suddenly so small?
Why is his body suddenly so hot?
“Why is it so fucking hot in here, holy shit.” Jimin groans as he pushes himself from the floor to stumble to the thermostat.
Taehyung giggles.
“Don’t change the subject, Chim! We have to talk about it. Clear the air and all that!” He calls out to his friend as Jimin stumbles his way down the hall and to make sure the heat didn’t magically turn itself up while he was in the living room.
He never makes it to the thermostat. As if possessed, Jimin forgets about his mission completely, as he makes his way to the bedroom and places himself in front of the full-length mirror.
The room is dark, except for light spilling from the hallway, and Jimin sucks in a breath as he looks at himself.
A pleasant buzz swims through his body as he hears Taehyung’s bare feet against his wood floors, and soon enough his gaze is fixed on his friend who is standing behind him in the doorway.
“The thermostat isn’t broken,” Taehyung whispers as he flicks off the hallway light and bathes them both in darkness before moving through the bedroom to flick on the lamp that sits on Jimin’s side table.
His body lights up when he comes to the realization Taehyung knows his house almost as well as he does.
He likes that.
A lot.
“I know,” Jimin whispers as he continues to stare at himself through the mirror.
Taehyung lifts himself onto Jimin’s bed and wordlessly stares at his friend as the tension in the room seems to curl around them like smoke.
“Do you… want to talk about it? Or do you want me to drop it?” Taehyung asks honestly.
Jimin swallows hard.
“I didn’t know it was a thing until the Normal music video,” Jimin admits shyly as he refuses to stare at his friend.
Instead, he lets his eyes rove his body from his bare feet all the way up to his chest, which is covered by a plain white T-shirt.
Taehyung doesn’t say a single word, and the alcohol is making Jimin feel brave, so he continues.
“I watched it in my studio and…I don’t know. I’ve never really seen myself as sexy, but something about me…sprawled out… on that bed.” Jimin let out a harsh breath that ruffles his bangs.
“I wasn’t lying when I said you looked hot.” Taehyung mused with a smile.
Jimin swallowed hard.
“I just. I don’t know, suddenly I was hard, and I stood in front of the mirror…this mirror and…well. Got myself off.”
In the corner of his eye, he could see Taehyung shift on the bed.
“It was one of the most erotic things I have ever done,” Jimin confessed, voice barely above a whisper.
“You liked watching yourself get off?” Taehyung asked as Jimin saw him shift on the bed again.
Jimin’s throat is dry, and his palms are sweating as his eyes flick up to stare at his friend.
The tension in the room is nearly suffocating at this point, as Jimin curls his fingers into fists then opens them to rub his sweaty palms down his pants.
“Yeah, I guess I did.” He admits.
With that confession, Taehyung slips off the bed and slowly saunters over to Jimin, causing his breath to catch in his throat.
Taehyung came to stand behind his friend, caging him in between his hard body and the mirror in front of him.
The tantalizing scent of Taehyung wrapped around them both, as Jimin stood there, transfixed on their reflections as he waited for his friend to open his mouth and speak.
“When I walked in on you…that’s what you were trying to recreate?” He hinted, voice low and gravely that sends a shiver down Jimin’s spine.
Jimin nods and feels his heart race beneath his skin as Taehyung tilts his head thoughtfully, tongue once again poking out to lick at his lips.
“I…I was going to rest. Promise. But then I saw a fancam….”
Taehyung chuckles darkly.
“The chainmail shirt?” He implores.
Jimin blushes.
Then nods.
“God, you looked so good that night.” He admits in a low, dangerous tone, causing Jimin’s toes to curl against the cold hardwood floor.
“You-you think I looked good?” He asks in a small voice, feeling heat rise to his cheeks as he fidgets under Taehyung’s heated gaze.
“Oh, Jimin.” Taehyung coos.
“I think you always look good.”
Jimin's full body shivers.
For a couple of heartbeats, neither of them speaks.
The air is charged dangerously, and the way Taehyung is staring at him through the mirror makes Jimin feel hot, so very hot under his soft cotton shirt.
“It’s… are we sure the thermostat isn’t broken?” Jimin asks, peeling the shirt from his skin and letting out a high, nervous laugh.
“Very sure it’s not broken, Chim. But if you are feeling warm, take your shirt off. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”
The alcohol makes him feel fuzzy and bold, so before he could spiral and overthink it, Jimin is grabbing the hem of his shirt and tearing it over his head with zeal as he throws it to the floor and lets his skin breathe.
“Holy fuck.” Taehyung nearly whimpers as his hungry eyes rove Jimin’s bare upper body.
“Now you see why I like watching,” Jimin says teasingly.
“If I had a body like that, I’d like watching myself too. Fuck, you are a vision.”
Even though he had not touched him, Taehyung sounded absolutely wrecked, and Jimin felt heat pool between his legs as his cock gave a hopeful twitch that was very obvious under the thin material of his pants.
“You’re hard just looking at yourself, aren’t you?” Taehyung asks, seemingly breathless.
Jimin doesn’t dare respond. Instead, he nods and brings his hand down to cup at the sizeable bulge that is straining against his pants.
Taehyung swallows hard, eyes darting down to stare at his friend touching himself.
If Jimin thought touching himself alone was erotic, this view was borderline sinful as Taehyung’s eyes are blown wide and slightly glassy. His throat is bobbing as he swallows the saliva that has pooled in his mouth.
“Now you see why I like it. It’s erotic, right?”
This time Taehyung is the one to just nod, as Jimin slowly gives his erection a squeeze as he palms at his already leaking cockhead.
“Super erotic. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on in my life.” Taehyung admits as he pushes his body into Jimin and lets out a grunt as his erection pokes Jimin’s ass.
A moan rips its way out of Jimin’s throat as Taehyung grinds his cock into Jimin’s ass, as he reaches around to replace Jimin’s hand with his own.
Deft fingers curl around his shaft, and Jimin throws his head back and melts into Taehyung’s touch.
“Is this okay?” Taehyung asks softly against the shell of Jimin’s ear.
The blonde boy nods frantically, feeling like he will die if Taehyung stops, as the friction against his shaft is making him see stars.
“I’ll get you off, Jimine. One rule though.”
Jimin cracks open his eyes.
“You can’t close your eyes. You wanted to watch? You’re going to watch. The second you close your eyes, I stop.”
Jimin swallows hard and nods as Taehyung snickers behind him before reaching for the button of his pants.
Jimin’s hips arch up into his friend's touch as Taehyung’s skillful fingers pop open the button.
“So eager.” He teases softly.
Taehyung takes his time unzipping his pants, purposely letting his knuckles brush against Jimin’s bulge, making him twitch as he shimmies the pants down his legs.
Jimin kicks them off with impatience, which makes Taehyung snicker, and Jimin huffs out a breath.
“You said I’m eager and I am, so please do something.” He pleads as he stands in just his tight boxers that do nothing to hide his leaky hard-on.
“I thought the whole thing was to put on a show for yourself… drag it out. Make yourself watch. Make yourself want it?” Taehyung teases as his nose runs along the side of Jimin’s neck, breathing him in.
“I….yeah but….”
Taehyung curls his finger around Jimin’s cock and begins to slowly jerk him off over his clothing.
His fingers are long, delicate, and the whole thing is wildly sensual as Taehyung keeps his own cock pressed firmly into Jimin’s backside as he rocks his hips to give himself some friction.
“You’re so big.” Jimin can’t help but choke out, wishing Taehyung would move over slightly so he could see the impressive length he is currently feeling.
“Mmm… love it when you talk dirty to me.”
His cock kicks up against Taehyung’s hand, and he’s too far gone to even be embarrassed as a groan leaves his lips and his eyes flutter closed.
“Ah, ah, be a good boy and keep your eyes on me or I stop. You know the rules, Jiminie.” He reminds darkly.
Taehyung’s gaze is borderline predatory as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of his boxers and slowly peels them down Jimin’s strong legs.
His cock smacks up against his stomach as he steps out of them, leaving him fully naked and gloriously turned on in front of Taehyung.
“God, Jimin, you really are a vision.” Taehyung praises as he presses kisses to the very tip of his shoulder.
His lips are soft as he peppers feather-light kisses to Jimin’s skin as if he has all the time in the world, whereas Jimin feels like he is seconds away from exploding.
“I need-”
Taehyung smirks.
“What you need, twin?” He half-sings, causing Jimin to let out a shaky breath and squeeze his eyes shut.
“Don’t-please-we have to perform that on stage, and I can’t be thinking about this when we are in front of the fans.” He whines.
“Yeah, you’re right. Don’t want the fans seeing you like this. It’s for my eyes only.”
Jimin once again opens his eyes to see Taehyung staring at him through the mirror.
His gaze is possessive and hungry, and when his fingers circle around Jimin’s bare cock his grip is slightly stronger, as if jealous.
“All yours Tae.” Jimin breathes.
Taehyung nods before jerking Jimin off slowly and carefully. His fingers feel like magic against his velvety shaft, and any other time, Jimin would be embarrassed by how much his cock is weeping, but it’s been forever since someone else touched him, and Taehyung is staring at him with an all-consuming gaze that makes Jimin’s cock throb.
The hand job is wet and messy as Taehyung drags the precum down Jimin’s shaft and back up with ease as if he had done this before.
As if Jimin’s body was an instrument Taehyung had been playing his whole life.
Outside, the streetlights were on, the moon was shining through the window at Jimin’s feet, and the lamplight was casting everything in a warm glow as Jimin threw his head back against his friend’s strong shoulder and let out a broken moan when Taehyung twisted his wrist at the crown of his cock, making pleasure shoot down his spine.
“You look so good like this, Jimin. All plaint for me. All whiny and needy and turned on. It really is erotic to watch.”
Jimin whines again as he feels Taehyung press his clothed cock into his backside harder, and suddenly Jimin just needs to see it, to feel it bare against his ass, or he was going to explode.
“Tae…you…please. Please take your pants off. Want you to feel good too.” Jimin babbles, feeling every part of his body taut with need.
He wastes no time removing Taehyung’s hand before dropping to the floor and fumbling to undo that damn belt Taehyung had decided to wear.
“Fucking belt. Fucking clothes.” Jimin curses as he finally gets the belt undone and nearly rips Taehyung’s pants and boxers down his body.
His cock slaps against his abs, impossibly hard and thick as Jimin’s mouth all but waters at the sight.
“Can I? Please, Tae, can I suck you off? I promise I’ll be good. I’ll be so good.” Jimin begs as his eyes flick up past Taehyung’s impressive length to his face.
“I’ve always said how much I love your lips,” Taehyung replies with a smile.
“Wait. Before you do. Hold on.” He says, stopping Jimin right as he is about to get his mouth on Taehyung’s cock.
He frowns and groans in frustration as Taehyung moves so he is sideways, reflection still in the mirror but this time at an angle where they both can see themselves.
“I know how much you like to watch.”
Jimin turns sideways and lets his gaze fall to the mirror.
Taehyung is standing over him, towering over him, with one hand wrapped around the base of his thick cock and the other lifting his shirt to show off his abs.
His cock is mere inches away from Jimin’s face, and he can’t help but whine when he feels his neglected cock twitch between his legs at the sight in front of him.
“Go on.” Taehyung urges as Jimin circles the cock with his hand and carefully swallows down the tip.
Precum coats his tongue as Jimin suckles the head into his mouth; his other hand begins to slowly jerk Taehyung off.
Jimin dances his tongue along the underside of his friend's cock, soaking in the twitches of Taehyung’s legs and the broken moans that are spilling from his lips.
Every once in a while, his gaze will flicker over to the mirror and a new rush of heat will zip down to his own cock as he watches his reflection.
It’s dirty
And erotic
And so so sexy, that Jimin can feel his cock throbbing between his legs as it spirts out more precum.
“Can I- fucking shit Jimin you are too good at that.” Taehyung praises as Jimin flattens his tongue on the underside and slowly drags the hardened length from his mouth.
He provides tight suction on the head and stares up at Taehyung with innocent eyes, which makes several curses fall from the younger man's mouth as his hands tangle in Jimin’s long blonde locks.
“This is too much. You are-ah! Jimin, you are way too good at this. I-I-Shit.” Taehyung stammers as his hips start to thrust on their own, and Jimin takes a deep breath and relaxes his throat as he lets Taehyung fuck his mouth.
“And no gag reflex too? Holy fuck.”
Tears prick at Jimin’s eyes, and his knees start to hurt with how long he had been on them, but nothing was going to stop him from bringing Taehyung to orgasm, so he hollows out his cheeks to provide a tighter seal, and Taehyung loses it as his thrust becomes erratic.
“Gonna-can-can-I.” Taehyung pleads as his fingers curl tighter against Jimin’s hair.
The sting of Jimin’s scalp is nothing compared to the cock which is currently touching the back of his throat, and Jimin gags around it twice before gaining his bearings and continually swallowing.
“Oh shit, Jimin. Gonna cum.”
Jimin doesn’t dare pull off. Instead he swallows harder and nearly buries his nose in Taehyung’s pubes as a violent twitch had Taehyung’s cock spilling spirt after spirt of cum down Jimin’s throat.
Taehyung throws his head back and thanks to the mirror, Jimin doesn’t miss the way the muscles in his friend's neck pop out as his hips thrust and he rides out his high, emptying into Jimin’s mouth.
After several seconds, Taehyung pulls out, and Jimin is on his hands and knees, gasping for breath as he swallows everything that was given to him.
“Holy shit, Jimin.” Taehyung croaks as he stumbles and the back of his knees hit the bed as he falls into it, staring at the ceiling, leaving Jimin on the floor.
“I think you sucked the soul from my cock fucking shit.” He hisses as Jimin wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and slowly stands on shaky feet.
Jimin’s knees positively ache, and he knows his jaw will be sore tomorrow as he makes his way over to the bed and plops down beside Taehyung, staring at him.
Taehyung’s hair is a sweaty mess plastered to his forehead, his eyes are shut, and his breathing is slowly returning to normal as Jimin feels his neglected cock twitch between his legs at the sight of his friend looking so fucked out.
Jimin spreads his legs slightly and slowly circles his length, too impatient to wait for Taehyung to recover as he stokes himself and rubs his thumb over the leaky slit of his cockhead.
“Hey. What are you doing?” Taehyung asks as he finally sits up and his eyes narrow to where Jimin is jerking himself off.
“You have to ask?” Jimin half laughs.
Taehyung sits fully up and swats Jimin’s hand away before replacing it with his own.
“You think I’m going to have you get me off then get yourself off? Come on. Who do you think I am?” Taehyung scolds as he squeezes the base of Jimin’s cock, causing his hips to arch up.
Taehyung quickly positions the two of them, so Jimin is sitting between Taehyung’s open legs on the bed.
Both of them face the mirror as Taehyung works Jimin towards his high.
“I get the mirror thing, you know. Watching you suck me off in a mirror is wildly erotic.” Taehyung whispers darkly against Jimin’s shoulder as he shivers in his arms.
Jimin can’t tear his eyes away from the mirror if he tried.
Taehyung is wrapped around Jimin like a blanket, his messy hair tickling Jimin’s cheeks as he peeks around his shoulder to watch Jimin’s cock disappear into his own fist.
Precum coats the circle of Taehyung’s hand, but he doesn’t seem to mind as his strokes get longer and bolder.
He removes his hand for only a moment to lick his thumb before the tight heat of his fist is back around Jimin’s cock, and that wet thumb is stroking Jimin’s cockhead.
“Fee-Feels so good, Tae,” Jimin admits as the coil of pleasure is fast approaching, and Jimin can feel his orgasm on the horizon.
He doesn’t want this to end.
But he needs it to end.
The arousal has been a low simmer for too long now, and Jimin’s cock and balls ache with how badly they want to release.
“Wanna make you cum all over my fist. Would you like that? Watching yourself cum?” Taehyung teases, making Jimin squirm and feel a hard pressure pressing against his backside.
Jimin gasps.
“You’re hard again.”
Taehyung chuckles.
“Of course I am. Look at you.”
The coil in Jimin’s stomach grows tighter as his thighs twitch and the world seems to not exist outside this bedroom, outside this mirror, which is reflecting his own fucked out expression back at him.
“C-Close.” He warns
Jimin feels hot; everything feels hot and borderline painful as his body seizes up, ready for release.
“Come on, Jimin. Cum for me.” Taehyung coaxes, hand a blur against Jimin’s cock.
His body is on fire, his hair is a mess plastered to his face.
His eyes are wide, cheeks flushed, cock impossibly hard, balls impossibly full.
“Oh shit,” Jimin whines as he throws his head back against Taehyung’s shoulder and lets his orgasm pull him under.
Spirt after spirt of warm cum shoots from his tip and covers his abs and Taehyung’s fist.
Jimin screws his eyes shut and rides out his high, nearly whimpering as it all just feels.
So good.
He wishes he kept his eyes open for this, wishes he could see himself, but the pleasure was too strong and nearly dragged him under like a riptide as Taehyung whispers in his ear and coaxes all the cum from his cock.
Once finished, Jimin slumps into Taehyung’s arms, suddenly feeling raw and sensitive as his friend holds him close.
He doesn’t dare look in the mirror and instead focuses on his breathing as his cock begins to soften between his legs.
“That was so fucking sexy, holy shit, Jimin.” Taehyung breathes into his sweat-soaked hair as Jimin finally looks at the mirror.
Taehyung is cuddling him close, expression happy and blissed out as he pushes damp locks of hair from his friend's face.
“You…liked it?” Jimin asks, suddenly terribly shy.
Taehyung barks out a laugh.
“Of course I did! Did you see how much I came? If you don’t remember, we could always do round two?” Taehyung teases with a wiggle of his eyebrows, causing Jimin to nudge him.
“Okay, okay, I get it. You liked it.”
“Of course I did, and thank goodness we don’t have a concert soon. You deep throated me like a champ.”
Jimin blushed, but Taehyung just giggled.
“You stay here. I’m making you a tea to help with that throat. The company will have my ass if they find out I ruined Park Jimin’s vocal cords with my dick.”
Jimin rolls his eyes but finds himself giggling as a very naked Kim Taehyung slips from his grasp to walk down the hall to make him a warm drink, shaking his bare ass as he does so.
a good alpha | kth + pjm
Summary: Jimin is saving his virginity for his future mate, even if it means suffering unbearable heats on his own. His best friend, Taehyung, just doesn’t understand.
Pairing: Alpha Taehyung x Omega Jimin
Rating: Explicit
Words: 5,330
Tags: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Omegaverse, Roommates, Boypussy, Possessive Taehyung, Virgin Jimin, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Vaginal Sex, Non-Consensual Somnophilia, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Gaslighting, Overstimulation, Forced Orgasm, Unreliable Narrator, Extremely Dubious Consent, Knotting, "Just the Tip"
Content Warning: Sex between Vmin teeters a VERY fine line between dubious consent and non-consensual. It may depend on how you read Taehyung's POV and his interpretation of Jimin's behavior, so please be mindful if sexual misconduct is a trigger for you.
A/N: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD READ THE TAGS/WARNING! I wrote this for Dead Dove Bottom Jimin Fest 2025. This is my first time writing something like this and it showed me that I need more practice writing darkfic. I’m too soft lmfao 😂 thank GOD for Soli (notsoli_94), my lovely beta. Idk how she put up with me during this process (and will unfortunately have to continue putting up with me), but I wouldn't have felt confident about a single paragraph of this fic without her. Ty Soli for dealing with my yapping, indecisiveness, and procrastination 💜
Masterlist | AO3
“What do you mean, you don’t wanna fuck?” The alpha’s fingernails dig into Jimin’s bicep. When he leans in, the stench of alcohol on his breath makes Jimin’s upper lip curl.
“I don’t have sex with people I’ve just met,” Jimin says, yanking his arm back. He doesn’t want to make a scene in the middle of the sidewalk outside a classy restaurant, but this alpha, Jeongho, can’t think beyond his knot.
Jimin’s peppermint scent spikes, permeating the surrounding air in a thick, invisible cloud.
Jeongho hisses as he wipes his watery eyes with the back of his hand. “So I just paid for that expensive fucking dinner, dealt with every fucking alpha who walked past you with their mouth hanging open,” he spits. “All for you to act like a prude bitch?”
“I’m not… I’m not a bitch.”
The wind is dead. Jimin’s distressed scent clings to his and Jeongho’s clothes. It seeps into their pores.
Jeongho leaves sometime between the first tear slipping down Jimin’s rosy cheek and Taehyung answering his phone on the first ring.
Jimin’s eyesight blurs with tears, and not because of the peppermint. The bright blue of his phone screen reflects off the water streaking his skin. He doesn’t understand why he’s crying so hard. Alphas ruining Jimin’s night is nothing new. So far, Jeongho is among the worst.
“Is the piece of shit still there? I’ll fucking kill him.” Taehyung’s contact photo wavers on the screen, but his voice cuts through the air with startling confidence.
“He drove away.”
Taehyung lets out a dark laugh. “What kind of alpha leaves a distressed omega in pre-heat alone on the side of the fucking street?”
The situation sounds pathetic when Taehyung lays it out like that. It makes Jimin sob louder, and that shuts Taehyung up.
Jimin knows he shouldn’t have gone on a date during his pre-heat. Alphas expect an omega in their pre-heat to be cock-thirsty and ready to submit to any willing alpha for a knot. And maybe Jimin is desperate—just not in the way these alphas expect. He spends his heats alone because he wants to find the one.
Jeongho clearly isn’t that.
By the time Jimin settles into the passenger seat of Taehyung’s car, his eyes are bloodshot and burning. He doesn’t bother wiping the tears from his face. His tear ducts depleted, and the streaks dried.
“I thought you said this Jeongho guy seemed like a decent one,” Taehyung says. He reaches around to grab Jimin’s seat, rotating his body. Proficiency in backing out of a parking spot is a strange alpha flex.
Jimin stares ahead blankly. “He was nice in the beginning.”
“Then what? He wanted to get his dick wet?”
“Don’t be so crass,” Jimin says. His gaze glides to Taehyung, who is now focused on the road. He doesn’t think he’s ever heard Taehyung complain about a bad date with an omega or beta.
“Sorry.” Taehyung spares a quick glance at Jimin when his pheromones flood the car in a bitter wave.
Alphas always love bomb Jimin. They make him think he’s worth something special—until they realize he won’t have sex with them. Even the ones who stick around for a second or third date always have an ulterior motive.
Just Jimin isn’t enough.
Jimin lets Taehyung’s apology linger the rest of the drive home. It floats to the car ceiling, mingling with bitter peppermint and the smell of stale cigarette smoke from Taehyung’s days working in construction. There’s no hint of basil, though. Scent blockers smother the sharp, earthy scent Jimin likes on Taehyung. It is proper etiquette for office workers to use scent blockers. Jimin still permits himself to scowl at Taehyung while he rubs the dreaded cream into his skin every morning.
“Come on, Chim.”
Their apartment parking garage is desolate on a Friday evening. Jimin kicks loose pieces of asphalt that spray in Taehyung’s direction.
“Hey!” Taehyung skips to the side with his knee slightly bent to sweep his hand across his white Converse. “New kicks.”
“Taehyung-ah.”
“I’m just saying.”
The garage elevator pings in time with Taehyung winking at Jimin. It’s a counterattack to a glare that disappears once they reach the seventh floor.
“Why do I do this to myself?” Jimin sniffles as Taehyung steers him into their apartment.
Taehyung squeezes Jimin’s shoulders, digging his fingers into muscles taut with the tension between expectations and reality. “You aren’t doing anything wrong, Jimin-ah. It’s these alphas’ fault. They don’t know how to treat an omega right.”
With a pout, Jimin kicks off his shoes and throws himself face-first onto the living room couch. The cushion muffles his voice when he says, “But I’m the one choosing to go on dates with them.”
“You have a kind heart!” Taehyung shouts from the kitchen.
Jimin hears the fridge open and Taehyung rummage through it. “Maybe I should become heartless.”
“Having a heart isn’t a bad thing. Just means sometimes shitty alphas take advantage of that, y’know?”
Whatever Taehyung says won’t really matter. There’s a common factor in every failed relationship: Jimin. If he isn’t at the root of the problem, then what is? Even if shitty alphas are taking advantage of him—as Taehyung claims—it still stems from Jimin being too kind, too weak. What a typical omega he is. Of course, he would attract the wrong type of alphas.
It’s all hopeless.
“Chim, stop wiping your boogers on the couch.”
Jimin turns his face to the side so he can watch Taehyung carry two pints of ice cream into the living room. Despite his bleary eyes and runny nose, a small smile blooms across his face.
“Do you know you’re a psychopath for liking plain vanilla ice cream?” Jimin asks as he sits up.
Taehyung rolls his eyes and hands Jimin one of the pints and a spoon. “Shut up. Vanilla is a classic.”
“Normal people at least add a topping to it.”
Jimin peels off the lid and tosses it onto the coffee table. He normally savors the chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, wanting it to last long since the brand he likes is a little pricey. But today he’s going to eat the entire thing.
“Normal is boring, isn’t it?”
“As annoying as you are, I wish more alphas were like you, Tae.” Jimin takes a large bite of ice cream, licking the spoon clean after. He doesn’t mean to stare at Taehyung when he does it, absentminded as he considers his words. “The world would be a much better place.”
It may be a trick of Jimin’s senses, but he thinks he notices a hint of basil waft over him when Taehyung wiggles onto the couch. The scent blocker cream wears off eventually. Jimin’s skin tingles from the scent, imagined or not.
Taehyung doesn’t say anything after his comment, but Jimin understands him with no need for a verbal response. They’ve been roommates for a year and close friends for even longer. The highs and lows of Taehyung’s scent are easy signals for Jimin to read, even when weakened by scent blockers. Besides, his basil goes rather well with Jimin’s peppermint.
They are a calming pair when they’re together. It’s nice having Taehyung as a best friend. Even though he’s an alpha, Taehyung brings Jimin more peace than anyone else he knows.
If only the other alphas were like Taehyung. Maybe Jimin’s love life would be a lot less miserable. If only, if only.
Jimin goes to Hoseok’s apartment for his heats, desiring the privacy and understanding of his childhood friend. Instead of sexual gratification, Hoseok, another omega, provides him with a safe space to weather his heats. Initially, Jimin’s rejection of Taehyung’s presence as an alpha offended him. It took time for him to understand the omega perspective and how alphas can taint the experience for unmated, celibate omegas. He sees the benefits—even though he knows he would be a perfect alpha for Jimin’s heats. For Jimin.
That’s a thought Taehyung tries not to dwell on. It’s an animal scratching at the far corner of his mind, caged and restless, claws buried in his gray matter.
Instead, he thinks about how strange it is for the lamp in the entryway to still be on as he slips into the apartment. All the other lights in the apartment are off. It’s just past midnight, long since Jimin texted him an update that he’d be going to bed soon. Work has been kicking Taehyung’s ass, roping him into long hours that go deep into the evenings and have him up early in the morning. Jimin must have left the lamp on for him.
After taking off his shoes and removing his suit jacket and tie, Taehyung heads to his bedroom. There are a few hallway floorboards that squeak, so he’s quick on his feet as he creeps past Jimin’s bedroom. He’s almost in the clear when his attention snags on a sound—a soft, needy whimper so faint it nearly disappears beneath the rush of his own exhale. His body stills, ears straining to hear that sound again. Breathy, almost wet. He cocks his head toward Jimin’s bedroom door as if a certain angle can clear the white noise in his head.
“Jimin-ah?”
Silence from the ajar door greets Taehyung. Odd, since Jimin grows wary of his vulnerability during his pre-heat and never sleeps with the door open. The feeling is pure, instinctive paranoia. Heats are omegas’ most defenseless moments. Even Taehyung’s ruts can trigger a desire for security.
The hair on Taehyung’s forearms raises with goosebumps from a second faint whimper drifting through the still hallway.
Taehyung doesn’t hesitate further, disappearing into the darkness of Jimin’s bedroom and closing the door behind him. His alpha instincts draw him toward the whimpering omega. Poor Jimin, Taehyung’s sweet Jimin, utterly exposed during such a vulnerable moment. The thought fuels a wildfire that claws up his chest and curls his top lip, only extinguished by the sound of the bedroom door’s lock clicking into place.
Inside Jimin’s bedroom, the mixed scent of slick and peppermint thickens in the back of Taehyung’s throat. He runs his tongue along his teeth, slipping the tip out to swipe across his lips. Drool gathers in the corners of his mouth. Taehyung inhales deeply, pulling the air through his flared nostrils as if Jimin's scent is coke and he's seeking the sweetest fix. It makes his tastebuds tingle, and his cock swell.
Jimin’s heat is early. Taehyung knows because he’d checked the heat tracker app he keeps on his phone earlier that morning. Jimin never remembers to update it, but that’s okay. Taehyung always remembers.
The first step toward the bed is a stumble caught by Taehyung grabbing the cluttered edge of Jimin’s dresser. Little Lego figurines take flight and land with a clatter under furniture or take a gentle dive into a pile of dirty laundry. Taehyung feels just as stiff-legged and off-balance as the yellow plastic.
Should he call Hoseok? Should he wake Jimin? Or would that just make everything worse?
Jimin is sprawled on his stomach across the bed, his cheeks squished and flushed against his pillow. One knee hiked up, right arm curled under his pillow, plush lips parted with each small whimper. It’s hot in the room, musty even, beneath peppermint and slick. Sweat plasters Jimin’s dark bangs against his forehead in stringy strands. His pajamas look lightweight and easy to peel off. It’s cute. He’s cute in pink—a cropped band t-shirt and flimsy panties, the kind with lace trim and a tiny bow on the front.
Taehyung stares. He lets his gaze glide up the smooth skin of Jimin’s legs, stalling between his thighs where a dark spot stains his underwear. The sight is too intimate, too delicate. He’s never seen Jimin like this. It makes his chest ache with a piercing, hungry kind of love.
If only Jimin would let himself see it. If only he’d understand how perfect they are for each other.
Taehyung’s fingers reach for the bed almost absentmindedly, running along the fuzzy blanket tossed across it. He helped Jimin pick it out when they first moved in together. It was then that they discovered their shared love of the color purple. One of many similarities they found they share.
There’s another whimper, and this time Jimin’s eyebrows tighten just slightly, creating little wrinkles between the subtle arches. How can he be so adorable like this? There’s something innocent about him, an angel laid down to rest. His little fist grips the bedsheet beneath him like he’s holding onto his dreamworld, unwilling to let his heat pull him back to reality.
Taehyung’s cock throbs. The heat of it spreads, sweat dampening the armpits of his dress shirt. Picking at the top button, he presses it into the base of his throat before thumbing it halfway through the hole. He should get Jimin a glass of water, maybe turn on the ceiling fan. He should do something more than just stare, watching the rise and fall of Jimin’s body as he sleeps.
Swallowing, Taehyung gulps down the thick scent of slick and peppermint. His fingers pick at more shirt buttons, pushing them through each hole. His omega is suffering. What kind of alpha would he be if he ignored Jimin’s needs? All this self-inflicted suffering in anticipation of a future mate is pointless; Taehyung has been right here the whole time. If he has to pick Jimin up from another shitty date with another shitty alpha, he swears he’ll fucking kill the next one.
Virginity isn’t even real. It’s a concept—he has tried convincing Jimin of that plenty of times.
I’ll be gentle. The thought crosses Taehyung’s mind, weaving between melodic chants: mine, mine, mine.
Shaking fingers unclasp his belt, and his slacks pool on the floor beside his wrinkled shirt. Basil, peppermint, and slick cloy in the stagnant bedroom air. He’s sweating off his scent blocker cream, and, fuck, does the mix of his and Jimin’s scents smell divine. Each inhale moves through his body, pushing the rush of his blood further south, until his cock is twitching and leaking in his briefs.
I’ll be gentle, he thinks again, kneeling on the bed between Jimin’s legs. Just enough to take the edge off, to satiate Jimin so he can at least sleep more soundly.
But Taehyung’s hands are trembling too hard. He grips the back of Jimin’s knee, forcing his bent leg higher to open his thighs more. It’s too dark to see the pink spots bloom across Jimin’s skin where his fingertips had been. He grabs the curve of Jimin’s ass with a firm squeeze. His fingers slip beneath the lace trim, tugging the fabric to one side of Jimin’s pussy, exposing his plump lips. Slick clings to his underwear in shining strings, glittering in the faint moonlight peeking through the window blinds. Taehyung gathers the slick, breaking the strings with his fingers. When he accidentally grazes skin, Jimin’s peppermint pheromones explode, sharp and dizzying.
He tips his head back and takes a loud, shuddering breath. “Fuck.”
Tongue still heavy, it rolls in Taehyung’s mouth. He smacks his lips, tonguing at the inside of his cheeks, licking across his front teeth. He feels like he’s got cotton in his mouth, but he has to suck his teeth to swallow the saliva Jimin’s mouthwatering scent triggers. All he can think about is how good Jimin would taste. It would be easy to stick his fingers in his mouth and suck the slick off each one. He could lie between Jimin’s thighs and feast on what he knows is his. Something tells him he could eat Jimin alive and always want for more.
Maybe next time he’ll give himself permission to indulge. But the focus tonight is on giving his omega relief.
Taehyung watches Jimin’s face as he runs his fingers along his glistening pussy, pushing through his lips to press his fingers into the part of his omega that makes his mouth water the most. Hot and swollen, Jimin’s clit grows slick as Taehyung spends time circling it. Dipping down, he uses his thumb to collect more slick from Jimin’s entrance to drag up his clit again. He occasionally flicks it, digging hard into each side before flipping back again. Though the room is dark, he can see how shiny and wet Jimin’s pussy grows.
No other alpha can anticipate what Jimin likes the way Taehyung can. It’s automatic how Jimin’s body responds to his touch. His peppermint scent spikes when Taehyung scratches a nail down both sides of his clit. A hooked thumb in his pussy makes his walls flutter. A pinch to his clit makes his inner thigh muscles spasm. But it’s the tight fit of two long fingers shoving inside his pussy that makes Jimin’s whimpers grow ragged. Breathy and high-pitched, they’re edged with something desperate, yet tender, like relief.
Taehyung freezes. Like in the hallway, his lungs tighten in his chest, body locking up. If Jimin could feel a look, Taehyung’s gaze would carve into the side of his face.
But Jimin’s eyes remain closed, pretty lashes still resting against fever-flushed cheeks.
Good.
It’s better this way, letting Taehyung help while Jimin sleeps. There’s something romantic about it, Taehyung considers as he leans forward, letting drool fall from his numb mouth to pool at Jimin’s entrance. Saliva and slick, flowing in mixed rivers through Jimin’s pussy. Romance is exactly this—wet, messy, uncontrollable. Pure love, in its rawest form. A pure love guides Taehyung’s fingers as they fuck Jimin’s pussy, hard enough to make his ass jiggle with each thrust. It’s the same kind of love that tries to escape Taehyung through moans he has to hold back with bitten lips. He knows Jimin feels it, too. It’s clear in the way he shifts in his sleep, hips gently rolling to the pace Taehyung sets for them. Little fist gripping the bedsheets even tighter, knuckles whitening.
Love makes Taehyung grow bolder. He shoves his fingers even deeper inside Jimin and stays there, dragging them along the hot, sticky walls sucking him in. He presses into the front wall to flutter his fingers until Jimin’s slick squelches between them. It gushes out, dripping down Taehyung’s wrist and pooling on the bed.
Jimin sighs into a fragile, angelic moan half-smothered by his pillow, just debauched enough to make Taehyung shiver. So beautiful, so innocent. Taehyung wonders if Jimin is dreaming about the pleasure that makes his mouth fall slack and his eyes shift beneath his lids.
With his free hand, Taehyung reaches for Jimin’s chest. Though Jimin is still lying on his stomach, he’s twisted slightly on his side, just enough to expose his midriff. Taehyung shoves the cropped t-shirt out of his way, bunching the fabric just underneath Jimin’s collarbones. Fingers still buried in Jimin’s pussy, Taehyung leans forward, trapping him against the bed from behind. He closes his mouth over a nipple. It hardens beneath the wet swirl of his tongue and the sharpness of his teeth scraping against it.
If only he could ink this moment onto his skin, devote it to memory, so he may recite the curves of Jimin’s body like scripture. There are parables hidden in his whimpers, lessons to be learned in the tremble of his body. Taehyung doesn’t believe in heaven, but he closes his lips around Jimin’s nipple and hears the sigh of an angel speak back to him.
Releasing Jimin’s now perky nipple, Taehyung leans back. He pulls his fingers out of Jimin’s pussy, dragging the slick across the back of his thigh. Jimin is so wet, and Taehyung’s cock is aching, dripping precum that stains the front of his briefs.
“My omega… so beautiful, my omega…”
Jimin squirms with a whine angled into his pillow. Virgin or not, stubborn or not, he’s crying out for Taehyung’s touch. Taehyung knows it.
Guiding himself with one hand, Taehyung presses the head of his cock to Jimin’s dripping pussy. He eases just the tip inside, gasping at the tightness before dragging it out again, watching slick wet his skin. Even in the dark, he can see the glisten. It’s torture, pure torture, when he could so easily… push further… His jaw aches from clenching, biting his molars to keep himself grounded.
Jimin deserves to be cared for, in a way Taehyung knows only he can. Steadying himself with a fist in the mattress, he pushes in a little deeper. A millimeter. Nothing too far. He’s a good alpha, he tells himself. He won’t hurt him.
But then Jimin shifts in his sleep, and fuck, it’s like he’s pushing back on Taehyung’s cock. His hips lift, and Taehyung gasps. More of his cock slides in, hugged tight by wet, fiery walls. It’s such an easy fit with how wet Jimin is.
“Oh, fuck.” His head drops, eyes locked on the sight of his cock half-buried in Jimin’s pussy. How can he resist when Jimin’s body is inviting him in?
Taehyung looks up when an explosion of pheromones fogs his brain. Jimin’s mouth hangs open as his breathing grows heavier, almost ragged with need—but the intrusion doesn't wake him.
Exhaling slowly, Taehyung pushes forward until he bottoms out, his cock fully buried inside of Jimin’s pussy. His arms tremble with the effort to hold himself up as he begins fucking Jimin with deep thrusts, slow enough not to wake him. But it feels too good, better than anyone he has ever had, better than he could have ever imagined. Maybe it’s because Jimin is tight. Jimin’s little body grips Taehyung’s cock so tightly he can watch it try to suck him back in each time he pulls back.
And of course they fit together better than anyone can. They’ve always fit together. Even asleep, Jimin’s body moves with Taehyung, spilling pathetic moans into his drool-soaked pillow.
If they weren’t meant to be, it wouldn’t feel this perfect.
It’s after one perfect, gorgeous moan that Jimin rouses, eyelids fluttering open. He blinks, pretty brown eyes glassy and unfocused from the mental fog his heat brings him. Even when recognition flickers across his face, he still stares at Taehyung blankly, as though he doesn’t know him. The expression only changes once he looks over his shoulder further and registers Taehyung’s position between his legs.
“I’m…” Jimin swallows, opens his mouth, then closes it again with his eyebrows furrowed.
“Sorry I woke you up,” Taehyung murmurs, voice thick. He brushes his caramel hair from his face with his forearm and doesn’t miss how Jimin’s eyes track the flex of his bicep.
Taehyung’s cock twitches inside him, and Jimin’s face flushes a deeper pink. He tries to turn onto his back, but the alpha’s weight pins him down. His face contorts as he reaches behind himself, little fingers unable to curl around Taehyung’s muscular forearm. For a second, it looks like he’s pushing him away.
“Taehyung—” Jimin says, voice breaking with each quiver of his body. His nails dig into Taehyung’s forearm, clinging to him with a fervor that melts into a tremor when Taehyung grinds his hips deeper.
Shuddering, Taehyung closes his eyes for a moment. How long has he waited to hear his name from Jimin’s lips, broken and desperate? Groaning, he wraps his hands around Jimin’s tiny waist. He rams his cock deeper inside him, driving Jimin into the mattress.
“Shhh, it’s me, baby. It’s just me. Your alpha. You’re safe,” Taehyung murmurs.
Pushing his hips back against Taehyung, Jimin cries out with a shattered sound, thin and desperate. His frantic rhythm is all the confirmation Taehyung needs.
Taehyung tightens his grip on Jimin’s hips, his thrusts deepening and making the headboard crack against the wall.
Jimin gasps, the sound ripped from his lungs as Taehyung pounds into him. A dizzying rush of distressed pheromones blankets the bedroom. Jimin throws his arms out above his head, stubby fingers raking over the bedsheets, unable to bunch the fabric into his fists with how violently Taehyung launches his body forward and back.
Hooking his arm around Jimin’s waist, Taehyung attempts to haul him onto his knees. “Come on, omega,” he grunts when Jimin’s knees give out. “Present for your alpha.”
“No, no, Tae, no.”
Taehyung frowns. The pleasure is probably too overwhelming for Jimin. In his excitement, Taehyung has almost forgotten that this is Jimin’s first time. He should let Jimin rest, but he knows his heat will only get worse.
“It’s okay,”—Taehyung leans in to nuzzle Jimin’s nape—“you don’t have to be shy with me.”
Jimin slumps forward, deadweight in Taehyung’s arms. He mumbles something into his pillow that Taehyung can’t hear.
With a sigh, Taehyung hooks his chin over Jimin’s shoulder. He nuzzles the side of his neck, running his wet tongue across his scent gland.
“Fine, Jimin-ah. I’ll give you what you want tonight. But, you’ll be on your knees for me at some point.”
Jimin shakes his head, his silky chocolate hair mussed from the pillowcase. Stubborn little omega. He’s a good boy, though, when he lets Taehyung wrap his arms around his waist a second time.
“But I’ll be nice,” Taehyung continues as he lifts Jimin to toss him on his back. “I won’t tease you when you do it.”
Jimin’s body bounces with the force, his arms flopping at his sides. Slick and spit dribble down his thighs. His shaking fingers reach between his legs to feel the mess. They skirt over his swollen clit, and a subdued moan slips from his lips. The sound seems to surprise him. Or maybe it’s the realization of how wet he is for Taehyung.
Sweat drips down Jimin’s temple and plasters his shirt to his body. Taehyung can’t let his omega be uncomfortable. Grabbing the t-shirt’s hem, he rips it over Jimin’s head, maneuvering his arms to peel it off.
“I wish you could see yourself,” Taehyung murmurs, squeezing Jimin’s bent knees in his palms. “And see how your body opens up so nicely for me.” He yanks Jimin’s legs apart when they stray inward, forcing his pussy on display. “You can feel it, though. What those other alphas could never do for you.”
Taehyung meets Jimin’s glassy stare, cock lined up again, and he can tell that Jimin is trying hard to focus. It’s so cute, his little omega so fucked out that he can’t think straight.
“Alpha?” Jimin blinks his wet eyelashes, pushing a single tear across the swell of his cheek and down the side of his face.
“That’s it,”—Taehyung’s nails dig crescents into Jimin’s hips, and he thrusts into him hard enough to make him choke—“that’s right. Your alpha’s gonna take care of you.”
Jimin moans an angelic chorus of Taehyung’s name, over and over, tears of pleasure streaking his cheeks. He moans Taehyung’s name like it’s all he knows how to say. And maybe it is all he knows, all his brain can muster, as Taehyung's cock fucks the first of multiple orgasms out of him. Omegas need to cum countless times throughout their heat, and Taehyung intends to take care of his omega.
“Fuck, yes.” Taehyung’s fingers slide across Jimin’s clit, rubbing hard circles as he fucks him through it. “Gonna come for your alpha, yeah?”
“Taehyung, st—”
Jimin lets out a muffled sob swallowed by Taehyung’s mouth. His tongue is hot as it slides against Taehyung’s, spreading hot spit across hot lips, lapping at the sharp edges of their mouths and the points of their teeth. And when he comes a second time, his cries of pleasure dance across Taehyung’s face with hot exhales.
He’s hot everywhere. Yet he shivers as his body clenches around Taehyung’s cock.
“Come on, omega.”
“Alpha, alpha,” Jimin pants, hazy eyes gliding over Taehyung’s face. They nearly cross with the effort to look at him so closely.
“You’re so beautiful,” Taehyung says. He keeps a hand pressed into the mattress beside Jimin’s head. The other squeezes one of Jimin’s thighs, hiking it over his hip and holding it in place.
When Taehyung’s knot tugs on him, Jimin lets out a weak cry. Tears glitter down his cheeks, little streaks of moonlight on blushing porcelain skin. A dark bruise blooms where the long column of his throat dips into his collarbone. His body yields—no, molds—to Taehyung with ease because they’re meant to be.
“I know you stayed home for me,” Taehyung says with his head dropped so he can watch between their bodies where his swollen knot is stretching Jimin’s pussy. Strokes loose and sloppy. “You could have told Hobi hyung about your heat coming early. But you wanted me instead, didn’t you, jagiya?”
It isn’t until Jimin grabs his biceps that Taehyung looks up again.
“I know you want me, Jimin. You keep making me pick you up from all those fucking dates on purpose.” Taehyung thrusts harder, forcing his cock as deep inside Jimin as he can with each subsequent stroke. He’ll knot him soon.
Jimin shakes his head, the wispy strands of his bangs hooking into the curl of his eyelashes. He tries to look away, but Taehyung grabs his chin.
“You’re doing it to fuck with me, see how far you can push your alpha.”
Another deep, sharp thrust. Taehyung’s eyes narrow, and a hiss slips from his gritted teeth.
Jimin runs his fingers through Taehyung’s hair, tugging until he throws his head back. It’s wrong, baring his throat to his omega. But the feel of Jimin’s tongue and teeth on his skin makes his knot ache.
“It’s okay, jagi. You don’t have to play games with me.” Taehyung grabs Jimin’s hand, yanking it from his hair and pinning it to the bed. “‘Cause you’ve always been my omega. And I’ve always been your alpha,” he says with a final thrust that locks his knot inside Jimin.
Jimin’s third orgasm hits him harder than the first two. He squirts slick when Taehyung knots him, soaking them with his sweet, sticky mess. Each orgasm melts his little body into the sheets, leaving him pliant beneath Taehyung’s weight. Shaking. Slumped.
Even when Taehyung’s knot goes down, Jimin doesn’t get up, just lets his body slump into the bed. Seeking comfort only Taehyung can give him.
Omegas like to be held down, to be protected. Taehyung cages Jimin against the bed to comfort him as he empties inside him, cum plugged by his knot, safe and exactly where it should be. He knows Jimin is content from the muted hum that vibrates his chest and makes his skin pebble with goosebumps.
“Fuck, I love you, Jimin-ah. Love my omega.” Taehyung rolls his hips into Jimin again. His cock may be soft, but it will only take a few more thrusts before it fattens up again. He feels like howling, like pressing his teeth into the softest part of Jimin’s neck and ripping his name into his skin. He has always been Jimin’s protector, someone Jimin can trust to care for him. And now he can prove it fully. He’ll make his omega feel good, just as he deserves, for the rest of their lives.
“TaeTae,” Jimin whispers, voice crackly from how vocal he was as Taehyung fucked him. His words turn into mumbles, low and slurred.
But Taehyung picks out the important parts, knows Jimin tells him he loves him back.
“It’s okay. I’ve got you, jagi.”
And, God, who wouldn’t want to be loved by Jimin? The prettiest omega. Bright eyes, plump lips, a body that is strong but soft in all the right places. Kind, intelligent, gentle. Jimin is perfect, and no one seems to respect that as much as Taehyung does.
Smiling, Taehyung buries his face against Jimin’s damp neck and inhales deeply. Peppermint and basil, sweet and sharp, tangled together. Nothing in the world has ever smelled more perfect.
'they don't know 'bout us' || yoonkookvmin fic
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"Oh, honey, you have to be on stage in 10 minutes" Taehyung murmured. His thumb pressed against the flat of Jimin's tongue, applying a soft pressure, holding it there.
"I can make you cum in five." Jimin breathed out. His words were muffled, almost intangible. It was hard to speak clearly with fingers in your mouth. Taehyung's hold tightened, the taller man's index finger tilting his jaw up. He felt like Taehyung's eyes were burning into his, watching something dark flash across them.
"Never thought he'd be so desperate to have a cock in his mouth." A gruff voice cut through the tension. "It's never enough for him, is it?" Yoongi continued, his footsteps echoing off of the furniture of the dressing room. Taehyung's head lifted.
A small, amused smirk peaked at the corner of his lips.
Yoongi continued to step towards the duo, stopping firmly next to Jimin. He slowly lowered himself down, squatting down, his eyes glued on his parted lips. Leaning in closer, he let his lips briefly graze the skin of Jimin's cheek. "Be good for us, yeah?" he whispered, the chilled silver lip ring grazing his cheek bone. "We have a show to put on."
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Oh my god, they were roommates... - Chapter 2
Taehyung is everything his best friend and roommate Jimin wants in an alpha, except one major issue: He is 100% straight.
Therefore, Taehyung could never even be attracted to Jimin
...Right?
You're just a snitch. (I'm gonna make you my bitch) - Chapter 4 (final)
Jimin has been nothing but a little snitch who targets Taehyung ever since they were kids. When Taehyung is finally gifted the opportunity for revenge, he seizes it.
Vmin | explicit
3.7k words | shibari
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