Sweet Lies - EXO

(Note: So usually 2min's conversations will be in Spanish when written but it's translated to English, since that's something they're both comfortable speaking to each other in person while Taemin continues to learn)

The music blares loudly, obviously not loud enough for the RA to come complaining through the door but loud enough to practice the dance with a good volume.

It's been possibly two hours, maybe less, that they've been practicing and practicing the whole song and each time Jimin wasn't satisfied. No matter how many times Taemin told him that he's gotten better, he doesn't feel better at all.

He doesn't see improvement.

And that alone is frustrating him.

It's seriously pissing him off.

"Jimin enough," Taemin pants as Jimin goes to the radio, ready to restart the song once again, "The more we practice the more we will burn out and be in pain for tomorrow."

Jimin rolls his eyes and turns to him, "I don't feel like I'm doing a good job."

"You're doing better than before-"

"But I need to do perfect!" Jimin snaps, running his fingers through his hair, "I need to get a good grade and I need to show good results for my colleges-"

Taemin places his hands on Jimin's shoulders, forcing him to look at him back, "Listen to me," He says sternly, making Jimin zip his lips defeatedly, "You've been working your ass off and I've seen it first hand. You're going to do great and you'll be fine, I promise."

Hearing those words coming from Taemin felt like a wave of warm water, almost relaxing and reassuring. Not only because it's Taemin saying this, but Taemin's as an experienced dancer. If he says Jimin will be okay than he will be okay with a little more confidence.

This moment where their gazes locked they could feel this energy shift between them. It's calm unlike the other times but it's still tense, almost as though they should be doing more than just staring at one another.

More than what they are not suppose to do.

Or the more that they refuse to fall into the temptation.

However the vibrating of Jimin's phone snaps them from this trance, making Taemin drop his hands while Jimin grabs his phone from the coffee table.

Namjoon:
Come over soon, we need to practice our shooting range. Boss's orders.

Just what Jimin needed.

It's not like he doesn't know how to properly use a gun for him to be present, shit.

So with a heavy roll of his eyes, Jimin sighs, "I have to go, work calls."

Taemin hums under his breath and sits on the couch, taking his phone out without sparing him a look.

"Have fun."

Oh there was so many things wrong with what he just did.

So many strikes on Jimin's already annoyed patience.

The attitude, the wave of his hand in a dismissing way, the fact that he was possibly texting that girl was the volcanic eruption that bubbles inside Jimin's soul. It irks Jimin so badly how unfazed Taemin is by anything he does now.

He fucking hates it.

"Whatever," Jimin mutters, turning to the door, "Maybe I'll get some dick tonight if I'm lucky. Wish me luck."

Just as Jimin opens the door to leave - possibly destroy everything in his path- it slams shut by a hand with his back suddenly turned and banged against it to close it officially closed.

Of course he would get a reaction.

Though he didn't expect it to be this kind of reaction.

Taemin is standing there with narrowed eyes, his teeth nearly grinding in a deep scowl, "I'm sorry, repeat that once again?"

Can't Jimin just get one day where he isn't fucking man handled!?

He stands up straight and meets him eye level with his own hideous gaze, "Maybe I'll get dick tonight if I'm lucky."

"You already lost it?"

This made Jimin's little petty side feel slightly nudged, resurfacing the truth of how uncomfortable it is the idea of wanting somebody else to touch his body in that way.

By someone who isn't Taemin.

It was clear that Taemin noticed Jimin's reaction of a stubborn glare and clasps a hand on his jaw, edging him closer, "What did I say about provoking me?"

Jimin's palms are sweating and his pulses are accelerating like crazy, forcing him to grunt underneath his breath, "I fucking hate you," And his eyes falls to Taemin's lips before slowly glancing back to his eyes, "God, I hate you so much."

Taemin slams Jimin's head back against the door by the force of his lips smacking against his, taking all of Jimin's breath away.

A familiar hunger bursts like flames in their body, maybe a bit of relief and eagerness mixed together as their lips roughly massages against each other the second they met. Almost as though they thirst for this moment after so long. Jimin couldn't help himself from smirking when Taemin trails his lips to his neck, moaning under his breath while his hand grips Jimin's ass tightly.

"I swear you're making me lose my senses," Taemin growls, lifting Jimin up- who instantly wraps his legs around his body before being shackled back against the door once again - and grips his jaw again and to thrust his head back to the door to give more room for Taemin to mark his neck over the fading hickey.

"Purr for me gatita."

A weak sigh stumbles out of Jimin's lips to the husky voice, dripping of venomous lust, before grabbing Taemin's face and yanks his face away from his neck to force their lips back together.

Everything was a blur from there. A massive blur. Jimin can't exactly remember when their tops came off and left abandoned at the living room or when they got to Taemin's bedroom while Jimin attacked his neck and licked the sweat off his skin before marking him up real good.

When his back met the bed, that's when that desire felt as though it spiked up. Taemin aggressively thrusts between Jimin's legs, forcing a whine from both of their swollen lips when their hard cocks rubbed against each other from their sweatpants.

"Amor, please," Jimin whimpers when Taemin rubs himself against him while grazing his teeth against the skin on his chest, "I-I'm losing my mind."

Soft palms gently cradles Jimin's cheeks, a delicate touch on his face from the rough moment as Taemin's kisses became more softer. The way Jimin's heart whirled just by Taemin's raw lips pecks his softly, almost like butterfly kisses but the emotions are clearly there and extremely overwhelming.

Something filled with so much care and adoration, almost as though he was afraid he would break him. His precious Jimin. His soft and fucking petty Jimin, who Taemin never expected to grow these desirable feelings for.

Feelings he finds it so hard to avoid.

And that's the reason why he pulled away, staring tenderly to Jimin's sparkling eyes with both of their shakily breathes while staring at each other.

When Jimin slowly forms a small smile with closed lips, Taemin found himself nuzzling their foreheads together with eyes closed as their moment grows more and more tender.

Something they don't really share often.

"I care about you Jimin," Taemin whispers quietly, caressing the skin of Jimin's cheeks, "But I don't want to do anything until you are sure about how you feel."

"But I already know," Jimin whispers back, puckering his lips to gently press it against Taemin's lips to a delicate peck, "I like you. I like you Taemin, I really do."

The way Taemin's heart practically launches out of his chest would be an understand, but he also knows far too well than to get his hopes up just yet.

So he gently pulls his head back to stare at Jimin's eyes, slowly raising a hand to caress his thumb against Jimin's forehead.

"Maybe in your heart yes," Taemin says quietly, meeting his eyes while tapping his forehead, "But are you ready to like me up here?"

That's when Jimin began to slowly let it sink what Taemin is asking him.

Is Jimin ready to come out to the world? To be able to officially be someone's boyfriend or have a boyfriend?

He likes Taemin, of course he does, but..... Coming to that acceptance took so much of Jimin as it is to admit.

Taemin is asking him if he's ready for those judgmental stares, not only being labeled as a punk or drug dealer but also as a homosexual in a very traditional society, to go out publicly and not just stay in the hidden walls of their dorms when they're alone.

If he's ready to face the world with him.

And that's something....... Jimin isn't ready to..... Do yet.

He would like to but....... The thought about his confused mind is driving him crazy as it is.

Taemin must've seen the war behind his eyes because he smiles, pecking Jimin's lips ever so gently and slowly.

"You don't have to think about that now, I don't want you to feel pressured however that's my condition to go to the next level with me," He mumbles, eyes gazing over his, "But I can still introduce something to you that is similar to what is that you want."

And so Taemin reaches to the drawer, opening it and pulling out a little bottle. It took a moment or two of complete confusion for Jimin to squint his eyes to read the label.

Lubricant.

Instantly he sits up, eyes widen with cheeks flushed to the object, meanwhile Taemin looks at him hesitantly to grasp his reaction. It's clear that the bottle is new, not used once. Just the thought of Taemin going to a store to buy this just for him only nudges Jimin's dick to twitch in anticipation.

"You don't have to agree to this," Taemin says cautiously, making Jimin advert his gaze back to him, "I'm not exactly a professional in this too because it's also my first time..... Doing this with a man."

Guess they both are about to go through a first time together.

Both of their eyes focused back to the lube, almost as if it will decide for them what to do right now. Jimin has never in his life done anything sexual with another man, as for Taemin maybe he's tried to finger himself a few times but it's not really satisfying doing it alone, so recently he's had to ask advise from his fathers in regards more to being sexual with a man.

What an uncomfortable conversation that was but Taemin has that freedom to speak with his parents on those things as strange as it is, and thankfully they don't question it.

Tenderly Taemin pecks Jimin's head in a form of affection before tilting his chin up and clasping their lips together. Instantly Jimin runs a hand through Tamein's raven hair, that's growing pretty long now, and drowns into the tender sensation of this moment.

He trusts Taemin.

There's nothing Jimin should be afraid of, it's just Taemin.

His back once again meets the bed, Taemin hovering over his body with a hand running down Jimin's inked skin. One of Jimin's tatted hands runs to Taemin's back, digging his fingers against the drawn inked wings, nearly scratching his skin to almost tear it like a lion claw.

By now Jimin's heart is pounding faster that he's pretty sure Taemin can feel it against his body. He didn't even feel it when Taemin was fumbling with his pants and swiftly glides it down to his mid thighs. Taemin savored the smoothness of Jimin's skin, gripping his thighs with a grunt before letting go. Their lips are messily on each other now, deep inhales through the nose to not pull away and continue to poison their bodies with the sensation of each other's lips as it drives them to sink deeper into this despair of want.

Just wanting more.

Then Jimin felt something between his legs.

Wet and warm just by the rim of his anus.

He fucking squeaked in shock but Taemin only deepens the kiss, swallowing it down.

"It may hurt and feel uncomfortable at first," He mumbles, not pressing a finger inside Jimin unless he gets a reaction or some sort of consent to continue.

Jimin doesn't say anything at first as he registers in his mind what's going on properly but then he slowly nods, reaching down and clasps his hand over Taemin's, pushing his finger through his closed rim.

Wow that's so uncomfortable.

It feels like he's shitting backwards, and that alone is not pleasant to even think about or feel.

Maybe it did start to sting and Jimin's eyes began to squeeze tight, telling himself that he can take it. Taemin being the compassionate person he is only presses soft pecks against Jimin's face, assuring him it'll stop hurting so much eventually.

Jimin mewls when Taemin's finger went all the way inside, exhaling a deep breath that he didn't realize he was holding, "I suddenly began to realize why I've never done this before, this hurts and it feels uncomfortable!"

Taemin chuckles lightly to this, pressing soft pecks against his neck to calm down his withering veins, "I just need to find your little spot and then it'll start to feel good. Well that's what my dad told me at least

Spot?

What spot?!?

Wait what-

Suddenly Jimin laughs, very loudly, looking at Taemin with amusedly, "You asked your dad for advise on how to stick your fingers up someone's ass?"

"He's experienced!"

"He's homosexual?"

"And happily married to my other father," Taemin snickers proudly, pressing sweet pecks to his lips, "Maybe that can be us someday?"

Jimin rolls his eyes and just about to say a snarky remark but yelps instead when Taemin pulls his finger back but thrusts it back in smoothly, making Jimin practically choke on air.

"Shhh it's okay gatita," Taemin cooes comfortingly, "It'll get better eventually, just kiss me to distract yourself."

And so Jimin did. Taemin swallowed each of his whimpers as he curls his finger inside him, pushing and pulling out until Jimin was comfortable enough to fit in a second.

This one he had to go in slowly because Jimin began to feel extremely overwhelmed. So Taemin used his other hand to rub Jimin's dick and slowly jerk him off, pulsating a pleasurable boost in Jimin's body that forced his back to arch to the sensation. His fingers threads tighter to Taemin's hair, kissing him more roughly as though that's the only thing he ever wants in his mouth.

For now at least.

By the time a third finger made its way inside, Jimin is a melted puddle on the bed. Overstimulated would be a perfect word to describe what he's feeling at the moment, discomfort mixed with pleasure in a very heavy twist whirling together to the point tears are stinging his eyes to the suffocation if such mass emotions.

Until he suddenly screams.

It was as though his body was suddenly shocked by electricity, shooting his eyes open and awakening every buzzing cell cruising his blood stream. The knot in his abdomen feels like it's being stabbed as it reached his aching cock. The uncontrollable emotions was unlike anything Jimin has felt before, and when Taemin's finger suddenly presses against it again, he shuddering and slaps a hand to his mouth.

Moaning loud against his palm that he tried to his back.

Taemin smirks with a perk of his eyebrows in a knowing movement, "Found it."

Jimin's mind became completely fucked after that. His vision was filled with literal stars, his body twisting in a reaction but Taemin removes his hand from his dick to slam it on his chest, keeping him in place down on the bed as he moves his fingers faster and continues to curl on the nerves inside him, pounding his prostrate that transformed that discomfort and pain to pleasure in a matter of seconds.

"R-Right there," Jimin whines desperately, moving a hand between their bodies and grips Taemin's wrist, quickening his pace while Jimin moves against his fingers to meet his every movement.

Seeing the way Jimin shamelessly follows his desire, breaking this barrier of masculinity to be fragile and needy is something beyond what Taemin excepted from him. Jimin didn't hold back his moans, or his twitching hands gripping Taemin's bicep while the other grips his wrists, or his deserate facial expressions with his eyes practically rolled back and a snagged bottom lip in his mouth.

The sight is completely mesmerizing.

And Taemin is completely tranced by him.

Jimin is finally letting himself be seen.

So Taemin removed a hand from Jimin's abdomen and rubs his own hard dick, moaning under his breath before clasping his lips with Jimin's swollen mouth, jerking himself while fucking over Jimin with his fingers.

He's literally torturing himself since he's doing all the work, but shit is he not complaining.

"Who knew little gatita would enjoy this."

Jimin cries out when Taemin scissors him open, spreading his legs wider apart and practically sobs to how good he feels. By now Taemin is desperate and the fact that Jimin moved his hands from Taemin's wrist to where his hand is jerking himself off and slides a hand under his boxers, doing the honors of touching him, was not helping Taemin's patience.

"Say that again and I might cum on the spot," And Jimin manages to smirk against his lips, knowing just how to flick Taemin off his composure.

"Amor."

Taemin is losing his mind.

Jimin is loose and stretched now, so fucking ready for Taemin to just squeeze himself inside him and show him exactly what amor is.

He wants to...... So badly.

And it seems as though Jimin wanted this just as desperately because he pulls Taemin's dick out of his pants, jerking him off hard on purpose.

Inches away.

They're literally inches away.

"Gatita," Taemin purposely whines against his ear, "My gatita. Cum already please I don't think I can hold myself back any longer."

Jimin squeals desperately, his nails clawing his back hard and tries to yank him closer, but Taemin knows if he did than he will actually lose it.

"Please, please, please Taemin please please."

"Jimin-"

"Just two or three thrusts and I'll cum I promise! Just- Ah! Please please get inside me!"

Taemin is practically sobbing, wanting to slam his head against the wall to rattle his head to a logical space because the little devious whisper was being way too tempting. Jimin begging him right now is not fucking helping him even the slightest.

The desperate pout that forms Jimin's lips is something of clear pleading words, teary eyes wide that are glistening in sparkling lust that clearly shows just how much he wants him.

Staring at him, in this vulnerable state, was the rattle that Taemin needed to remind himself that this is Jimin.

This is someone he wants something serious with unlike his other flings in the past, maybe in the future but right now is not the time.

Not until Jimin is ready.

As the thought continues to pour in his head, the more firm his expression became and he scowls.

"Count."

And he pulls his fingers out, making Jimin whine to the emptiness and confusion but screams when Taemin thrusts his fingers in deep inside him once again, all the way in.

Ah shit.

Jimin hisses under his breath, thrusting his head back with sobs smearing out his lips.

"One."

Again.

"Two."

Just as Taemin was about to thrust inside for the last time, he grins and leans to Jimin's ear, biting his earlobe gently, "Purr gatita."

And he thrusts his fingers again, pressing his prostrate that sent Jimin crying a high pitch screech with his cum exploding out of his dick at the same time moment.

"T-Three."

Immediately Taemin pulls his wet fingers out of him, rising his pants up respectfully but drops to on the space beside him, jerking his dick off hard that he's practically pounding it against his hand.

All he kept thinking is to what just happened with eyes closed, gritting his teeth tightly as he mewls under his breath and practically twists on the bed as he jerks himself off faster.

He's going to fucking explode-

The space on the bed between his legs suddenly sinks.

His head perks up, seeing Jimin kneeling there with eyes staring at his throbbing dick with a slow lick of his tongue over his swollen lips.

Instantly Taemin knew what he was thinking of doing and was just about to stop him but Jimin grabs his wrist and yanks it away, pressing his lips against the tip before practically swallowing his dick with his whole mouth.

All the way down to the base.

Taemin's body ascended from the Earth, eyes fluttering to the warm and wetness around his throbbing dick but that instantly became uncontrollable hisses past his lips when Jimin didn't waste time in going fast with his pace.

He's seriously has never done this before?!

"Fuck!" Taemin screeches with hands fisting the duvet, but Jimin grabs on of his hands and Taemin thought he wanted to interlace them together just for the sake of being cute, maybe being comforting.

This fucker places Taemin's hand on his hair instead just so he can grip it.

There goes being sweet and soft.

So Taemin gave him what he wanted and forces his head quickly through every bop until Taemin kept his mouth into place, fucking up his lips instead until his tip slammed the back of his throat repeatedly.

Choked noises and gagging comes out of Jimin's throat, tears beaming his eyes but his grip on Taemin's thighs are so tight he might just bruise the skin with his touch through the sweatpants.

Until finally with one last thrust Taemin yanks Jimin off him and cums with a fragile moan, slowly easing into a sigh with his body relaxing against the bed. He twitches when Jimin began to lick the cum on his stomach- after putting his pants up- like a little gatita until it became kisses trailing up his chest and neck, finally meeting their lips together to a soft kiss.

Those were enough silent words to be said before they both completely passed out on the bed out of exhaustion, cuddled up in each others arms.

Jimin completely forgets about Namjoon's text message.

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A/N:
O.O

My entire reaction while reading and writing this^

Well.......

Um...... Wow.......

What are words huh?

Ha ha wow........

Let me just..... Update the next chapter soon.....

I PURPLE YOU! <333