Thread by @vminglitz

— all mine.

jımın knows taɛhyung is all his, but he still loves to hear his husband say it over and over and over.
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⠀⠀🔞 #vmin, for @jiminbingo.
⠀⠀⚠️ rpf, kink, tags in graphic.
⠀⠀🔞 mdni, read below. ↓
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( for the established relationship square of my #jiminbingo card!! pls pls lemme know what you think in the qrts or my cc!! there's a likelihood i may crosspost this to ao3 at some point bc my friend is yelling at me to, so i'll put a link at the end if so. enjoy! )

( just a final reminder that this is 🔞 rpf, this has fictional portrayals of members of BT5 and is meant for adult consumption ty!! )
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🔞 "f-fuck, i-i— please, /please!/"

it's music to jımın's ears. taɛhyung's pitiful whines are loud enough that jımın can understand them despite the creaking of their bed and the pillow muffling his words. for a moment, it sounds like taɛhyung is trying to beg again— but his

🔞 words get caught in his throat and come out as a choppy groan.

"please what, baby? huh?" jımın taunts, fingernails digging into the soft flesh at taɛhyung's hip bones. he can feel every twitch of his husband's skin, every flex of muscle,

🔞 every writhe against the ropes binding his wrists to his ankles behind his back.

jımın can feel every single one of taɛhyung's squeezes and clenches around his cock.

"h-harder, please, i— i want you to—" taɛhyung cuts himself off again, too busy gasping out in pleasure

🔞 to finish his thought. he keeps trying his best to talk, but each time jımın drives his hips forward and thrusts deep into his ass, taɛhyung cries out and abandons words.

jımın /could/ take mercy on his desperate husband and slow down, go gentler. but where's the fun in that?

🔞 "t-tell me, c'mon," he encourages again, letting go of taɛhyung's right hip in favor of grabbing a handful of his hair. jımın's other hand braces against the taut ropes wrapped around his ankles and wrists that keep him in a hogtie, and he pulls taɛhyung's face out of the

🔞 cushions by his hair. as soon as he does, taɛhyung makes a noise that's both appreciative and borderline feral.

"h-harder, please, use me—" taɛhyung gasps out, swollen lips parted as his eyelashes flutter. a bead of sweat rolls from his damp hair down the column of

🔞 his throat, and something firey flares in jımın's gut. it's not just passion, not just arousal, not just love. it's almost /challenge/— the pleading tone of taɛhyung's voice almost makes it sound like he thinks this is the roughest jımın can get. but he's just barely started.

🔞 "say it properly, pretty boy."

"please! /please/ use me, b-baby, i— please please please fuck me? fuck me h-harder, h-however you want, please jımın," taɛhyung's voice cracks with a sob as he grits his teeth and jımın almost gets dizzy from how hard he clenches down

🔞 around his cock. "p-please, please show me again h-how i'm all yours!"

the words send waves of goosebumps over jımın's skin and knock the breath from his lungs. he's heard it (any many, many filthier things) from taɛhyung's lips before, but each time it

🔞 awakens something covetous inside of him.

jımın has never been an overbearing partner, but he has always been a sensitive person. sensitive to little interpersonal things— changes in tone, shifts in social cues, expressions of affection. he notices them,

🔞 just like how he always notices whenever someone /looks/ at his husband a beat too long for his liking.

thankfully, it's never put a hindrance on their relationship. in fact, after multiple discussions about feelings and boundaries, it's helped them grow together.

🔞 jımın loves showing off what is his, and taɛhyung loves being his— and it's the same in return. they've always been wholly enthralled with each other and don't care if it's obvious to the entire world. hell, in times like this, jımın wants to make it crystal-fucking-clear that

🔞 taɛhyung is all /his/. only his.

he wants to decorate taɛhyung's body with shades of red and purple, paint his skin with brushes from his own lips. he wants to make taɛhyung cry out his name until his voice goes hoarse and vanishes, leaving only whispered promises behind.

🔞 he wants to fuck taɛhyung so good that he can't comprehend anything other than how much jımın loves him, and obliterate his adorable little dorky ass to the point that he has to call out of work tomorrow because his husband fucked his brains out.

🔞 "you're all mine," jımın growls, thrusting forwards and sinking as deeply into taɛhyung as possible. taɛhyung nods as he whimpers, pinkish fingers and toes flexing in the air helplessly. a newfound surge of energy takes over and jımın doesn't even think, he just moves.

🔞 "h-hey—!" taɛhyung whines as jımın pulls his hips back, sliding out of his ass wetly and messily. his own cock throbs with the need to push back inside while jımın fixates for a moment on taɛhyung's fluttering hole, watching his husband do his pathetic best to

🔞 push himself back onto his dick.

"hold on," jımın grunts, scooting backwards on his his knees. he lets taɛhyung's head fall gently against the pillow again before grabbing at his folded legs, gripping him firmly and rolling him over.

🔞 panting breaths echo throughout the room as the mattress bounces while they work together to get taɛhyung on his back. jımın lifts him and arranges the pillows as taɛhyung wiggles into a comfortable position, spreading his legs immediately and whining for

🔞 jımın to hurry up and get inside of him again already.

"pleeease," he begs while jımın fumbles with the silk rope around his wrist. his fingers slide from sweat and lube, but he manages to untie the rope that was securing taɛhyung's wrists to the binding of each folded leg.

🔞 he doesn't bother to untangle the loose rope and just leaves it, in far too much of a rush to pound his husband into their mattress.

they need a new one soon anyways, it wouldn't be a shame if it breaks.

"y-yes yes, a-ahh," taɛhyung babbles

🔞 the second that jımın starts lining himself up again. he slides in slowly at first to make sure it doesn't hurt, but once taɛhyung drapes his arms around jımın's shoulders and pulls him in close, he can't resist bucking sharply and making him gasp.

🔞 "fuck, i fucking love you," he breathes shakily as jımın kisses his lips. their tongues intertwine as jımın pushes taɛhyung down into the mattress and cages him with his body, holding him tight and pinning him in place.

"i love you," jımın chokes as

🔞 he starts to pick up the pace. each thrust inside of taɛhyung is a new cascade of pleasure, and the faster he goes the more impossible it is to stop. neither of them are able to make legible words, but both know that the other's moans and mumbles are just

🔞 new ways to say 'i love you'.

"t-taɛ," jımın grunts as he fucks harder and harder, "t-taɛ, baby, fuck— you're /mine/, all mine."

"y-yes—!" he cries back immediately, choking on his own words. jımın's back stings where taɛhyung's nails leave pink trails across it,

🔞 but the pain only drives him to go even harder.

jımın can hear it in taɛhyung's beautiful voice; he's about to break. like the most delicate stained glass that jımın gets to put back together later, piece by piece.

"i-i'm yours, /yours/, a-all yours," taɛhyung sobs out,

🔞 and their frantic kisses begin to taste like salt. jımın can feel taɛhyung buzzing with pleasure in his arms and he keeps going and going and going, because his husband is a book he's read thousands of times.

🔞 "you're all mine, all mine all mine all mine, /my/ taɛhyung. my husband, my taɛhyung, all mine," jımın agrees, jaw clenching. his thigh muscles burn and ache from use and the trinkets on their bedside table shake from the force of his thrusts, each more pointed than the last.

🔞 he keeps repeating it to taɛhyung like a mantra until he can't anymore because the intensity of his orgasm makes him so rigid he can't even breathe.

"a-all yours!" taɛhyung yelps as they cum, both frozen in place. interlocked like a pair never meant to be separated, they

🔞 slowly begin to tremble and gasp, before they collapse together.

"i-i'm all yours, all jımın's," taɛhyung whispers once he can finally speak, and he's the first to break the silence. the words breathe life new into jımın (who otherwise simply laid on top of taɛhyung like a

🔞 sack of bricks) and he nods softly, blinking open his eyes and staring up at his love with the most self-satisfied grin on his face.

"you're all mine, and i'm all yours, taɛhyung," he coughs,

🔞 sliding upwards just enough to press their lips together. they're both too exhausted to make it a proper kiss, but at least they attempt one.

"nobody else's ever," taɛhyung promises, voice completely and utterly ruined.

🔞 jımın's cheeks ache from how hard he smiles, and a giggle pangs his tired ribs.

"only mine. i call dibs whenever we end up reincarnated, too." he announces, and taɛhyung scoffs like it's obvious.

"well of course, dummy."

( fin! thank u for reading, i hope u enjoyed! sorry if it's a lil rusty, ive had a tiny bout of writer's block since recovering from surgery and all that stuff 💔 pls lemme know what u think if u enjoyed!! i stopped doing the + thing too, is that yay or nay?? )