have you been good? | vmin
Summary:

Seeing Jimin behaving like that, Taehyung takes discipline into his own hands.

based off Taehyung spanking Jimin at the idol olympics.

"Are you seriously still not talking to me?" Taehyung protested as he nudged Jimin with a childish huff. "Jiminie..."

"If Jimin's pretending to be mad at you it's not going to last more than five minutes, he never holds out that long." Yoongi commented. "He once ignored me for twenty minutes and then cried."

"Shut up, hyung!" Jimin whined, turning to face him with a small pout. "I'm really mad at Taehyung this time." He said, shifting uncomfortably as the younger pouted childishly.

"What even happened?" Namjoon asked, trying not to let the exasperation show in his tone. "Seriously, you two never fight."

"Taehyungie spanked the hell out of Jimin in front of everyone." Seokjin told him as he turned in his seat to face Namjoon and Hoseok. "How did you not see? I'm pretty sure they scarred half the stadium, and there's at least two girl groups who will never speak to us again."

"Jiminie's just embarrassed!" Hoseok chuckled, leaning back to pinch Jimin's cheeks, cooing as the younger tried to pull an angry face and failed miserably, just looking pouty instead. "Cute."

"Hey, hands off." Taehyung gave him a fierce look, slipping an arm around Jimin's shoulders despite the dancer's attempts to shift away from him. "Jiminie's mine."

"Yep, you left that pretty clear earlier. In front of like thirty thousand people." Yoongi told him dryly. "Can you two shush now? Some of us actually worked today and need some rest."

"You didn't even do any of the races, hyung." Hoseok scoffed, and it was a matter of seconds before he and Yoongi were bickering back and forth, which set off Jungkook and Seokjin, who began debating who really was better at wrestling.

In the midst of the commotion, Taehyung leant closer to Jimin, a smirk playing on his lips as they grazed Jimin's ear. "Be a good boy now, Jiminie." Taehyung smirked. "Don't make me punish you again."

The words sent shivers down Jimin's spine, and even he had to admit that the random, unsolicited display of dominance from Taehyung had been incredibly hot (and embarrassingly arousing, too, which was why he'd just lain there as the singer had walked off, snickering to himself, silently praying that he wouldn't get a boner because his best friend had just spanked in front of five girl groups and thousands of fans).

Taehyung's large hand came to rest on Jimin's thigh, and Jimin almost gawked at how the palm covered his leg. They'd joked plenty about his and Taehyung's hand size difference, but the sudden touch and realisation made him jump a little, squirming in his seat. This was simultaneously the worst and greatest thing Jimin had ever done, because it resulted in Taehyung moving his arm to rest it around his waist, tugging him close.

"Are you being bad again, Minnie?"

"Tae..." Jimin groaned. "Tae, Taehyungie, get off..." His voice fell to a soft whimper.

"What, you want me to punish you in front of everyone again?" Taehyung demanded in a low voice, and Jimin shuddered, involuntarily drawing closer to his younger friend.

"N-no." He stuttered.

"So you want it to be in private, then?" Taehyung asked with a slight smirk, then flinched as someone hit him on the shoulder. "Hyung!" He whined as he looked up at Hoseok. "What?"

"Stop torturing poor Jimin and here, take this." Hoseok told him, holding out a stack of letters. "These are for you, and these are for Jimin. They're the ones that made it through screening." He chuckled softly as Taehyung glared at him, enraged that his teasing had been interrupted, but Jimin looked a little more relieved.

He left him alone then, not wanting to bother Jimin as he became engrossed in a fan's letter, and sulked in his seat, still glaring at the back of Hoseok's head. Jimin was uncharacteristically quiet during the light dinner they had, squirming in his place everytime he made eye contact with Taehyung, seeming uncomfortable sitting down on anything that wasn't cushioned (this made Taehyung grin madly). It was cute to see him so distressed, and it made Taehyung wonder if Jimin was as aroused as he was himself.

"Hey, Jiminie, you want to watch something with me after?" He asked across the table, knowing Jimin wouldn't turn him down in front of the others.

"Can I join?" Jungkook piped up.

"No."

"Why not?" He whined.

"Because you're a child and - it's going to be a 21+ film."

"That's not even a thing!" Jungkook exclaimed with a pout. "Hyung-"

"Tough." Taehyung shrugged it off, pushing his plate aside and nodding to Jimin to follow him. He led him to his bedroom, lips curling into a smirk once more at the thought that the dancer was all his, and that he was obeying him so easily. Jimin trode lightly as he walked beside Taehyung, cheeks tinted slightly pink, small hands clasped a little nervously behind his back - it was adorable.

"Are we actually going to watch something or - Tae!" Jimin broke off as Taehyung's hands came up to rest on his hips, tugging Jimin closer before pulling his trousers down in one go, kicking the door closed behind him.

"Tae!" Jimin exclaimed, reaching down to try and pull his trousers back up, but Taehyung flung his hand away, tugging down his boxers too, admiring the sight in front of him. He looked so fucking good, had the most gorgeous ass Taehyung had ever seen. Even if he'd seen Jimin naked before, he'd never seen him quite like this. His ass was still ever so slightly pink, a light bruise forming on his left cheek from the barrage Taehyung had laid down on him earlier.

"Look at that." Taehyung moaned at the sight, unable to resist the temptation to slap Jimin's pink ass, smirking at the bright red handprint that slowly appeared, covering almost his entire cheek. "Fuck, Jiminie, why have we never done this before?" He smiled as he leant down to press a soft kiss to the crook of Jimin's neck, tongue running over the soft skin ever so lightly, grinning as Jimin shivered in his hold. "What are you going to say if you want me to stop, baby boy?"

"I don't... I don't know." Jimin mumbled shyly.

"Just give me a word to make me stop." Taehyung said as he ran his hands down Jimin's sides, over the delicate curve of his waist, settling on his slim hips, fingers curling around to rest ever so lightly on his ass.

"A safe word?" Jimin asked, waiting for a nod from Taehyung. "I don't need-"

"Trust me, doll, you're going to need one." Taehyung muffled a giggle against Jimin's neck, kissing and licking at it gently. "Come on, baby boy, I'm getting impatient to start."

"Uh..." Jimin's face screwed up in concentration as he tried to think of a word he would remember, and it was truly one of the cutest things Taehyung had ever seen. He looked utterly adorable, and Taehyung just wanted to wreck him, shove him onto the bed and rip him to shreds, but he also wanted to take it slow, worship his body like he really deserved.

"Fuck, baby, I'm going to take such good care of you." Taehyung mumbled.

"Chocolate." Jimin replied. "My word." He added in a sweet, innocent tone, eyes meeting Taehyung's.

"Good boy." Taehyung praised, giving his neck another kiss, before attaching his lips and sucking gently until he knew he'd left a sizeable hickey. "Now everyone will know, baby, everyone will know what a bad boy you've been." He snickered. "Not that they didn't already know."

"Tae-Taehyungie!" Jimin protested, but it was weaker than before, hands falling limply at his sides rather than trying to stop Taehyung, and he didn't resist when Taehyung pushed him, not too gently, until he was bent over the edge of the bed, hands splayed beneath him as he tried to hold himself from falling on his face. He brought his hand down hard on his ass, admiring the red handprint he left behind that covered almost his entire cheek.

"You look so fucking good like this, baby boy." Taehyung moaned as he dropped to his knees behind him, leaning in to press a kiss to the tender skin he had just slapped, smirking to himself as Jimin squealed softly. He brought a hand up to rest on his other cheek, kneading it slowly in his large hand as he littered kisses all over Jimin's red ass.

"T-Taehyung!" Jimin called out, but this time it was a moan, not a protest, and he thrust his hips back into Taehyung's hand, into his firm hold.

"Sh, baby." His hand travelled down slowly to Jimin's thighs, admiring how good they looked in this position, strong and powerful thighs that had been rendered totally powerless just by a couple of words from Taehyung. Jimin hadn't even thought of kicking his legs - he was already beginning to feel floaty. "Does a certain someone need a repeat of earlier, hm?" Taehyung asked, a smirk playing on his lips as his hand caressed Jimin's thigh gently, running long fingers over soft skin. He pulled his hand away, then brought it down hard on his thigh, and was delighted to hear the squeal of pain that Jimin let out.

"Taehyungie!" He cried, but it came out muffled because he'd buried his face into the mattress, cheeks burning red with embarrassment at how much he was enjoying this.

Taehyung's left hand dipped in between Jimin's thighs to nudge his cock ever so slightly, and Jimin's entire body jolted forward at the soft touch.

"Hey." Taehyung warned, reaching up to grab his wrist and pinning it behind his back, using it to hold him still. "You're not being very good right now, Jiminie. What do you want, a reward for being good, or another punishment for being bad?" He grinned. "Because I'm more than happy to do either."

Jimin let out a muffled whimper.

"What was that, baby boy?"

"Both." Jimin whined. "Please, Tae Tae."

"Are you being greedy, hm?" Taehyung asked as he gently stroked what he could reach of Jimin's cock through his thighs, pinning him down with his other hand. He wasn't too difficult to control, but Taehyung didn't mind, because he knew he would love to hold him down, show him how much bigger and stronger he was and how weak and tiny and cute Jimin really was. "What happens to greedy boys, Jiminie?"

Jimin whined, trying fruitlessly to wriggle backwards so Taehyung would touch him properly instead of ghosting his fingers over the sensitive head of his cock like he currently was. "They get spanked." He mumbled.

"Do they?" Taehyung asked with a smirk, then brought his hand down without warning. "Don't you think greedy boys need to be... tied up and fucked?" He questioned as he slowly drew his head closer, using his free hand to spread Jimin's cheeks, and pressed a light kiss directly to his hole, watching how it fluttered as he pulled back, Jimin making a noise of surprise that was almost unreasonably cute and could only be described as a tiny squeak. "Eaten out until they're screaming?" He teased, fingers back on Jimin's ass to give it a light squeeze, right hand still pinning him against the bed.

"Yes, yes!" Jimin cried. "Please, Tae Tae-"

"Sh, I don't want to hear any begging, prince. I thought you were trying to be good for me, huh?"

Jimin nodded furiously, trying to shift to look back at Taehyung, but the taller nudged his shoulder, urging him to stay put.

"I think greedy boys need to be... fucked nice and slow with a vibrator." He smirked. "Or maybe... maybe they should have to wear a prostate massager all night until they're milked dry."

Jimin was almost weeping on the bed beneath him, and Taehyung felt a deep rush of satisfaction. It hadn't taken him much to make the dancer come undone, just a few words, light touches, the continuation of their little game.

"But first of all, prince, I think you need to be spanked." Taehyung told him. "And you know what?" He continued. "I'm not sure if you'll learn like this, prince. I think you need an audience if you're going to be spanked, don't you?"

"T-tae!" Jimin stuttered. "No, Taehyungie..." He was positively shaking with excitement, and Taehyung could only imagine how hard he would be if he wasn't pressed against the mattress.

Taehyung smirked as he pushed himself up to his feet, grabbing the phone stand he had tucked in his bedside drawer, and placed him phone carefully on it, turning it to selfie camera and setting it to record after checking the edge of the bed was in frame.

"Come here, pet." Taehyung ordered in a commanding tone that sent shivers down Jimin's spine, sitting on the edge of the bed. It was humiliating to crawl across to him, but Jimin loved it, climbing up onto the bed and shuffling over to where Taehyung was waiting. His short t-shirt did nothing whatsoever to cover him up, and he knew his cheeks were burning red with embarrassment. "Aw, is baby getting all shy in front of the camera, huh?" Taehyung said, grabbing the hem of Jimin's t-shirt and tugging until the dancer pulled it off, leaving him totally naked beside the taller figure. "God, Jiminie, you're so fucking hot. Come here." He ordered, grabbing onto his hips and forcing him to straddle his lap. "Can I kiss you?"

"Please, Tae, please I want you, I want you so-" Jimin squealed, but he wasn't able to finish his sentence because Taehyung's lips were already on his, kissing him hungrily and passionately.

"You taste so sweet, little one." Taehyung moaned when he pulled away, staring straight into Jimin's eyes, admiring everything about him, from how his hands were clinging tightly to his shoulders as though he was afraid he'd lose him if he let go, to how thick his thighs looked as they curled around him, to how cute and chubby his cheeks were. "Get over my lap, Jiminie, I still owe you a punishment, huh?"

Jimin pouted cutely, but allowed Taehyung to manhandle him into position over his lap - there was something so hot about just letting the taller grab at him and move him around as he pleased. Taehyung held him tightly over his lap, and Jimin couldn't resist rutting slightly against his thigh - the expected warning smack on his right cheek came seconds later, along with a light admonishment not to do that again.

"Whilst I do this, just imagine how many people I could send this to." Taehyung said, and Jimin's eyes flicked anxiously towards the camera, then he settled his head back on the mattress in submission, lifting his ass up slightly to meet Taehyung's hand as it came down hard.

"Ow." He whispered, softly enough that Taehyung wouldn't hear him, because he didn't actually want the dom to think he was hurting him. Jimin was perfectly fine - no, better than fine! He was doing excellently.

Taehyung picked up a faster pace, flicking his hand down twice in rapid succession, grinning at how Jimin squirmed over his lap, tightening his grip around the dancer's hips, fingers digging in just enough that he would know not to misbehave too much.

"Taehyungie!" Jimin whined, kicking his legs slightly, not expecting Taehyung to lightly slap the sole of his foot. It wasn't hard, but it stung, and Jimin dropped his legs immediately, going limp in Taehyung's hold.

"No kicking, baby, unless you want me to keep you here all night." Taehyung warned. "I wouldn't mind one bit, pet, not with this ass." He said as he ran his fingertips over the tender skin. It had only taken eight slaps for it to start turning pink again, but he wanted more, wanted to spank him until Jimin really was squirming and screaming his hold, wanted to see how far he could push him. "Remind me of your safe word, Jiminie."

"It's chocolate, Tae." Jimin moaned. "Don't stop, please-" He grunted softly as he tried to push his hips up into Taehyung's hand. "Please."

"Being greedy again?" Taehyung asked in a warning tone. "This is meant to be a punishment, puppy."

"Sorry." Jimin mumbled, and Taehyung could tell that he'd drawn his bottom lip between his teeth and he was probably gnawing on it. Even if they hadn't done this before, they all knew how much Jimin liked to be praised and how little he liked to be told that he was doing something wrong.

"You're doing well for me, baby boy." He told him, a little more gently. "How many do you want, hm?"

"You - you decide." Jimin groaned. "Please. Take control, Tae. You're so - so fucking hot like this."

"Mhm, really? I bet you're so fucking hard, baby. Is your poor little cock hurting yet?" Taehyung teased, slapping his ass four more times in quick succession, allowing Jimin to grind lightly against his thigh. He could feel his cock through the fabric of his own jeans, pressed into his thigh. It couldn't be very comfortable for him, but Jimin didn't care at all, just relishing every second and sensation, from Taehyung's large palm wrapped securely around his hips to how the rough fabric of his jeans felt against his cock, to how dirty he felt being naked on top of his best friend. "I'll play with your little cock soon, baby, don't worry."

Jimin whimpered softly, a half muffled cry of pleasure escaping his lips as Taehyung spanked his thighs, hand coming down rapidly again and again, ten sharp slaps on each thigh.

"I'm not sure if that was the best punishment, baby. You're enjoying it so much, huh?" Taehyung sighed despondently as he looked down at Jimin, who was limp over his lap, perfectly happy for Taehyung to keep going. Taehyung scowled, snaking his fingers into Jimin's hair, then fisting it tightly and forcing his head back to an awkward angle so that the elder was looking up at him. "When I speak to you, Jiminie, you answer, is that understood?"

"Yes!" Jimin squealed quickly. "Sorry!"

Taehyung slowly lowered his head back down and released his tight grip, hand lazily stroking his hair instead, his other going back to idly spanking his cheeks, alternating from one to the other, admiring how pink they were slowly turning, already fantasizing about the light bruises that would be visible tomorrow.

"Your ass looks so fucking good like this, baby boy." Taehyung groaned, knowing that by now Jimin would've been able to feel his own erection pressing up against the sub's stomach. "I. Wanna. Fucking. Wreck. You." He punctuated each word with a hard slap, his voice a low growl that made heat pool in Jimin's stomach.

"Please, please, Taehyungie, I need you so bad." Jimin whined, and Taehyung couldn't even be bothered to tell him off anymore, just grabbed him by the hips and tugged him off his lap, tossing him onto the bed as though he was a rag doll. Jimin whimpered when his sore ass came into contact with the cool sheets, but his eyes stayed focused on Taehyung, only cowering slightly when the younger met his gaze.

They had both forgotten about the camera by this point, Taehyung too focused on the beauty beneath him, and how he was all his and he was so submissive and pliant under him. He straddled him, leaning down to satisfy his sudden urge of making out with him until Jimin was gasping for air underneath him.

"You gonna be good for me, now, huh?" Taehyung demanded as he pulled away, a little breathless at the sight of Jimin beneath him. His cute little cock was lolling against his stomach, head an angry red, probably throbbing with need at this point.

"Wanna be good, Tae." Jimin replied softly, and Taehyung noted how his eyes followed him even if he shifted just a little, with the sort of nervousness associated with subspace, the need to see him and feel him. It probably wouldn't be good to be too harsh tonight - he had to take care of him properly, especially without knowing how deep Jimin's submission really could go.

"You're good, don't worry. You've done so well for me already." Taehyung reassured him gently, right hand coming up to comb gently through his hair. "Been such a good boy, you took your punishment so well. And you know what you deserve now?"

Jimin's eyes widened expectantly, and Taehynug smiled softly at him, moulding their lips together in another gentle, slow kiss.

"You deserve a reward, baby boy." He ruffled his hair gently.

Jimin's eyes lit up, and he rocked his hips up slightly, wanting to meet Taehyung's. "I wanna ride you." He whined with a pouty expression that was almost too cute to resist.

"But you're so tired, gorgeous, you worked so hard today. Did so well for us." Taehyung murmured. "Let me take care of you." He told him as he dipped down, pressing a kiss to his neck, alternating between giving him soft, loving kisses, and sucking lightly to leave a trail of hickeys from his earlobe to his collarbones. "You're so gorgeous like this, Jiminie." He sighed softly as he sat back, careful not to place too much of his weight onto him, almost taken aback by how stunning the man beneath him was. How easy he had been to bend over and spank, how pliant he was beneath his hands, how lovely he sounded when he moaned.

He was blushing lightly now at Taehyung's compliment, cheeks a beautiful rosy colour, and the singer couldn't resist leaning closer to give them a soft peck.

"Let me take care of you, Jiminie." Taehyung mumbled. "Put your hands up." He asked, more as a test than as a serious question, but he was pleased to see that Jimin obeyed instantly. "Good boy." He praised. "Hold there." He tapped his stomach lightly before fetching two scarves from his closet, and using them to nimbly tie each of Jimin's wrists to the headboard, effectively pinning them down.

"Taehyungie..." Jimin trailed off, eyes meeting Taehyung's briefly before glancing down at his cock, pathetically hard, resting on his stomach.

"What, baby, you wanna be touched?" Taehyung taunted, dragging out every word as Jimin blushed beneath him, a hand making its way down to rest over his cock, stroking the head ever so slowly, eyes dancing over Jimin's gorgeous body. "God, you look so fucking hot like this, baby." He gasped as he leant down, pressing a kiss to the tip of Jimin's cock, smacking his thigh harshly when he began to wriggle beneath him again. "Hold still for me, baby boy."

"Sorry!" Jimin squeaked. "Oh my god, Tae, Tae, fuck-"

"Didn't know such a pretty mouth could say such horrible words." Taehyung taunted as he pulled off, lips close enough to the sensitive head that Jimin could feel the vibrations travelling down his cock and to his very core, sending shudders of pleasure through him. "So sensitive." He mumbled as he mouthed at his cock teasingly. "I can't wait to fuck you, see how responsive you are, hear what sounds you make."

"Oh, please, please, Tae..." Jimin moaned softly.

"That's what you want, huh?" Taehyung chuckled. "You don't want me to suck you off, play with your little cocklet? You just want to be my cute little fucktoy, my little cocksleeve, huh?"

Jimin moaned louder at his lewd words, backing arching off the bed and shoulders straining against his restraints as Taehyung wrapped his lips back around his cock, bobbing his head down to take him into his mouth - not the hardest feat Taehyung had faced that day. The sight of Taehyung taking him all in so easily sent shivers down his spine, tremors of pleasure and humiliation that he could hardly contain. He felt so good, Taehyung's large hands covering his thighs, his mouth so tight and warm around him.

"Tae..." He groaned, chest heaving with the effort of not squirming wildly beneath him. "Tae, please, gotta cum."

"What, you're going to cum now?" Taehyung teased as he wrapped his hand around Jimin's cock, stroking it slowly and tenderly in a way he knew was irresistible, and the way his toes curled and thighs clenched was clearly a sign that he was experiencing genuine bliss. "And then I'm gonna fuck another orgasm right out of you, huh, baby?"

"Yes, yes, Tae Tae!"

"You being greedy?"

"No!" Jimin squealed. "No, no, Tae, Taehyungie please, 'm being so good."

"Are you sure you are?" Taehyung teased, giving his cock a little squeeze with each word he said, watching Jimin's eyes flutter shut with pleasure, lips parting in a lewd-sounding moan.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Jimin chanted. "Being so good, promise, Tae, please!" He was almost incoherent now, eyes fluttering shut in bliss as Taehyung wrapped his lips around the head of his cock again, sucking eagerly. Jimin came undone with loud moans beneath him - Taehyung had expected him to last more, but he was probably tired from the long day, and all riled up from the spanking.

"Fuck, that was so hot." Taehyung groaned as he pulled away, a little trickle of cum running down his chin, which he lapped up quickly with a smirk. "Jiminie, shit, how have we never done this before?" He moaned softly, wrapping his fingers around Jimin's cock once more, wanting to push him into overstimulation. He moaned and writhed beneath him as Taehyung continued to work his fingers over him, hardly even noticed that Taehyung had meanwhile retrieved some lube from his bedside table and had poured some over his fingers.

Jimin's eyes remained closed in bliss and oversensitivity until Taehyung carefully nudged a lubed finger at his hole, and then Jimin's eyes shot open and his entire body tensed up.

"Uh-uh, baby, you're going to have to relax for me, nice and calm. I'll stop playing with your little cocklet if that'll help you, but you need to relax, baby boy."

"S-sorry." Jimin mumbled. "Please... I need you so bad, Taehyungie, need you."

"Don't worry, baby, I've got you. Relax." Taehyung repeated, resting his hand lightly on Jimin's stomach, giving it a gentle nudge, noting the sensation of Jimin's abdominals contracting beneath his touch. "Jiminie, you trust me, hm?" He murmured as he leant down, giving him another kiss, and Jimin scrambled to find his lips almost blindly, kissing him with need and want, hands straining at his restraints.

"Take - your shirt, Tae, please." He whimpered. "Wanna see you, please." His lips chased Taehyung's when the taller eventually pulled away, letting out a quiet whimper, and Taehyung smiled affectionately as he kissed him again, using the fact he was distracted to curl his finger slightly until it nudged his prostate. "Oh my god, Tae!" Jimin exclaimed, hands curling into fists.

"Feels good, doesn't it, baby boy?"

"So good, Taehyungie." Jimin moaned. "Shirt, Tae."

"Sorry, baby." Taehyung mumbled, hurriedly tugging his shirt off with his free hand, nudging his finger a little further into Jimin simultaneously, giggling softly when his hips twisted wildly. "Want me to untie you?"

Jimin shook his head slightly, and Taehyung smirked as he poured a little more lube over his hand. He took his time with Jimin, mumbling compliments to him, for being so good, for how gorgeous his body was, for how cute he looked spread out beneath him. Jimin responded so beautifully to his every touch, whining and tugging on his restraints when Taehyung brushed his fingers up against his prostate.

"Good boy, Jiminie, you're taking me so well." He told him as he scissored him open carefully, slipping in a third finger easily. God, he stretched so well around his fingers but he still felt so fucking tight... Taehyung couldn't wait to feel him, and by Jimin's screwed up expression he couldn't either.

"Please, Tae, need you." He gushed. "Please. So bad." He was hard again, the head of his cock a stronger red than before, leaking onto his stomach, and he shook his hips slightly to emphasize that he simply could not wait any longer.

"Okay, baby, let me get a condom." Taehyung told him reassuringly, slowly pulling out his fingers and stripping himself with shaking hands, fumbling around his bedside table until he found a box, ripping one open and rolling it on to his length (which was fully hard - it would've been impossible not to be with the sight of Jimin squirming beneath him like that, and the faint aftertaste of his cum on his mouth). "I'll be gentle, baby, but you need to be relaxed, hm?"

Jimin nodded, eyes following him with a trace of anxiety as Taehyung knelt in front of him again, lifting his legs slightly before dripping a little lube over Jimin's hole, just to ease the stretch.

"Oh, fuck." He let the expletive escape as he slowly pushed in, Jimin's mouth opening as if to say something, but he let out only a soft, strangled moan of pleasure, eyes rolling back and head relaxing into the pillow. It burned a little, but the stretch around Taehyung's big cock was so delicious, and somehow everything he'd ever been missing from his life.

Taehyung was gentle at first, giving him soft, shallow strokes, not wanting to hurt him in any serious way, but he rapidly picked up the pace.

"Fuck, baby boy, you're so fucking tight around me." Taehyung groaned through gritted teeth. "Jiminie." He moaned loudly, eyes refocusing just enough to see Jimin with his head thrown back, pressed into the pillow, messy hair falling into his eyes.

Taehyung dropped to his elbows, reaching up to brush his hair out of his face, leaning closer to kiss him hungrily, and Jimin kissed back just as eagerly, legs wrapping around Taehyung's waist tightly. The feeling of Jimin wrapped around him sent Taehyung careening into a series of mental images of Jimin tied up in all sorts of positions, just whimpering and whining for his attention. Fuck, he was going to use the hell out of his flexibility one day. Taehyung rocked his hips down slowly, deeper now that Jimin had moved, and the way Jimin clenched around him when he brushed his prostate was glorious.

They kissed again, letting out just half muffled moans of ecstasy as Taehyung fucked him slowly and deeply, every stroke hitting that place that was making Jimin go wild with pleasure, fists clenched so hard his knuckles had turned white.

"Fuck, Jiminie, so tight. So tight for me." Taehyung managed to tell him, hand coming up to rest on his jaw gently, thumb stroking over his cheek, and he took time to admire how his hand covered almost half of Jimin's gorgeous face. His eyes were hooded with pleasure, smaller than usual, but when he opened them fully to look up at Taehyung he could see how wide blown his pupils were. It was so hot to see him like this, clearly trying to retain some composure but failing miserably.

He slowly pulled away, propping himself up in order to fuck him harder and faster, hips knocking clumsily together as he pulled out to the rim and fucked harshly back into him, Jimin whining and clawing at his restraints.

"Taehyungie, I'm so close." Jimin panted, back arching as he pushed his hips up to meet Taehyung's, moaning loudly as he took Taehyung deeper.

"Fuck, me too, baby, you're so tight." Taehyung groaned loudly, hips stuttering slightly as Jimin clenched harder.

"Can- can I?" Jimin whined. "Please, Taehyungie..."

Taehyung was a little taken aback, but he supposed they had established quite a dominant-submissive dynamic, so it was no surprise Jimin had slipped far enough to be asking him for permission. A little smirk played on his lips as he thrust in harder, watching Jimin's entire body tremble beneath him, thighs quivering and clinging tighter to his waist.

"No, baby, wait for me." He told him, picking up a faster pace. "Open your eyes, baby, look at me. I want to see you when you cum, fuck, you look so gorgeous." He said, knowing he was only pushing Jimin closer with his words. "So good, so tight, Jiminie, fuck. You look so pretty underneath me, all marked up." He leant down, muffling his own moans of pleasure against Jimin's neck as he gave him another hickey just beneath the jaw.

Eventually he came with a loud string of expletives, and Jimin was whining continuously beneath him, practically in tears as he strained to hold himself back.

"Cum for me, baby boy, you have permission." Taehyung told him, and Jimin did almost instantly. Fuck, it was so hot, watching him cum on command like that, body so sensitive to Taehyung's every touch, a few more tears slipping past his eyes as Taehyung gently wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking him through his orgasm as he gently pulled out of him.

"Sh, sh, it's okay, Jiminie, I've got you." Taehyung reassured him as he skillfully undid the scarves, tossing them aside before scooping Jimin into his arms, cuddling him tightly. He held him close, ever so gently kissing away the couple of stray tears that slipped down his cheeks.

"Next time -" Jimin broke off, suppressing a small sob. "Next time don't use a condom." He mumbled. "Wanna feel you."

"Aw, baby." Taehyung smiled at the thought of Jimin wanting a 'next time' as much as he did, and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. "Aw, you're so cute and tiny." Taehyung cooed softly as he wrapped his arms even more tightly around him, smiling as Jimin curled up to him, slinging an arm over his waist and tucking his head beneath the younger's chin. "Love you, Jiminie."

"I love you too." Jimin mumbled. "Kisses, Tae-tae, please." He asked in a soft voice and Taehyung couldn't help but smile as he leant closer, kissing him gently, then peppering kisses all over his face, on the tip of his cute button nose, on his cheeks, his smooth chin. Jimin's eyes were cracked open just slightly, watching him a little anxiously.

"Shh, baby, it's okay, I've got you."

"Feel so good, Tae Tae." Jimin groaned. "Feel so good..."

Taehyung chuckled softly as he stroked his hair, a sudden realisation hitting him. "We forgot about something." Taehyung gave him a cheeky smile as he pushed himself up, grabbing his phone and dropping back down beside Jimin. "Look. it's still recording."

Jimin giggled softly, nestling his head back on Taehyung's arm happily, snuggling up close. "Send it to me." He mumbled. "Can't wait to watch our sex tape."

"I love you, Jiminie." Taehyung mumbled, unable to contain a smile at how cute and clingy and sweet he was being. "Love you so much. You were so good for me, baby, the best."

"Thank you." Jimin whispered as Taehyung flicked the lights off, a comfortable darkness enveloping them. "Sleepy." He sighed. "I love you too. Thank you for everything - you.... You were so good."

Taehyung smiled, hand falling to idly stroking Jimin's hair as he watched him drift off slowly, chest rising and falling slowly as he gradually fell asleep. He was adorable like this, hair messy over his eyes, all the harshness gone from his eyes and expression, just cute and innocent, clinging to him tightly as if for reassurance. Taehyung couldn't help but fall asleep with an enormous grin on his face, just happy that everything had worked out and JImin was tucked safely (albeit with some pretty nasty bruises on his ass) between his arms.

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