Thread by @whelvettae

say my name | #vmin

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can't stop thinking about how jimin and taehyung come back home from a very long date and hit bed early in hopes of giving their tired bones and muscles some rest— only to hear their neighbours going at it loudly.

at first, it was just a groan, loud and audible with the thin wall that separated their tiny room from the neighbours right next door.

groans turned into moans, the most sinful kind, and it has jimin squeezing the mattress below him to control himself. he's tired, with all the dancing and singing taehyung and him did. taehyung notices jimin biting his lips, hard enough to make his pink lips even more plumpy.

"hey tae." jimin calls, taehyung's eyes finding his own.
"hmm?" taehyung responds, aware of the naughty glint present in his boyfriend's eyes. it's exciting and thrilling to taehyung, not knowing what runs in jimin's head. expecting the unexpected with jimin has come inevitably.

"want to fuck me so good that I keep screaming your name over and over again?"

fuck. taehyung sometimes wonders if jimin's honesty would land them in trouble more than that's welcomed. nonetheless he wants what jimin wants, loves what jimin loves and yes, he's utterly and completely whipped for his small boyfriend.

"would i ever say no to something like that?" taehyung pounces on jimin, earning a startled gasp from his boyfriend. "sweetheart, you should know by now that i don't take things you say lightly."

taehyung locks jimin in place by sinking his knees into the mattress right beside jimin's thick thighs. he brings his face closer and smiles at the vicious smirk plastered on jimin's face. it’s not the smile jimin finds being pulled into, it’s taehyung’s eyes.

eyes that speak volumes than words ever would.

jimin’s in a trance and everything around him seems non-existent except the one hovering above him. it’s his favourite place to be, like this, absolutely loves being under taehyung.

he feels so secure and protected, allowing him to peer into the absolute bliss that is his boyfriend’s soulful eyes. “want you to go harder and faster. i need to feel the soreness throughout my body for days.”

jimin’s shameless when it comes to sex and having been in relationship for three years, taehyung’s got accustomed to it. he actually finds it quite a turn on and wouldn’t have it any other way.

but taehyung’s got other plans, plans that would have jimin writhing below him or him squirming in place with jimin on top.

“i’d rather we take it slow. i want us to enjoy every bit of this.” jimin’s porcelain cheeks look like they’re dusted with the brightest shade of pink. taehyung leans forward, his long fingers gently lift jimin’s chin, eyeing the most luscious lips he’s ever seen.

jimin involuntarily closes his eyes as he feels his boyfriend inches closer and closer. he sighs out loud when taehyung presses their lips together bringing some heat in between them with cold seeping into the room.

taehyung places a chaste kiss, enjoying the warmth that radiates from jimin. just like taehyung said their lips move in sync, slow and steady.

jimin moans while his hands fist at taehyung’s shirt pulling him closer. the two of them lie there on bed, chests lay pressed, heaving up and down in sync.

taehyung’s hand reaches jimin’s nape and tugs at his roots, harshly. jimin arches his back at the sensation, mewling from the back of his throat.

they kiss, like it's their first time. they kiss, like they can’t get enough of each other.

taehyung breaks the kiss in need of some air, giving jimin a chance to calm his burning lungs. they’re breathing hard, sweat collecting on both of their foreheads. jimin falls back against the mattress while taehyung latches his lips onto his collarbone.

having taehyung’s warm lips on his skin makes his brain all mushy and his senses tingly. jimin gasps holding onto taehyung’s arms, digging his nails into taehyung's clothed biceps when all taehyung does is lick a long stripe along his collarbone.

the wetness against his warm body sends a shiver down his spine, and taehyung licks and licks until his small boyfriend’s squirming. Taehyung knows how much jimin likes being licked, and to him jimin tastes like pure honey and peaches.

“tae.” jimin breathes as the lips settle right below his ear and teeth graze ever so lightly on his skin. taehyung bites this time deeply, sucking and licking and marking all over again.

“you find joy in knocking the air out of my lungs?” jimin draws out the words finding it hard to concentrate on how taehyung’s driving him to an edge he doesn’t want to reach, yet.

jimin loves his boyfriend’s tongue, absolutely worships it when it’s being used on him. He has orgasmed with taehyung’s tongue alone and has always made it a point to praise his tall lover for the same.

Jimin’s most prized possessions are taehyung, taehyung’s dick and taehyung’s tongue.

“no, my love. seeing you lose yourself in pleasure is all i live for.” says taehyung, eyes drinking in jimin’s beauty. he’s always been thankful to the almighty for blessing his life with someone as kind and soulful as jimin.

he’s a total sucker when it comes to his lover, makes sure his little boyfriend knows that about him. Jimin brings out the best in him and he’s never been this lucky in his entire life.

when taehyung meets jimin’s eye, hazy ones blink back at him and that’s when he realizes that jimin’s long gone. “taehyungie, i need you so bad. please, it hurts.” true taehyung wanted to take this slow, to watch jimin being all wriggly under him while his cock twitches each time

taehyung sucks a hickey on his porcelain skin. if he was the artist and jimin was the art, taehyung swears jimin would be an ethereal canvas all covered in purples, blues and reds.

jimin’s clothes, one by one, find comfort on the wooden floor. his naked body spasms with the cold wind breezing strong through the open window. he feels his core tightening, the molten heat of desire pooling at the pit of his stomach.

“you’re beautiful and all mine.” jimin hears the over usage of words, constantly ringing in his ears each chance taehyung gets at pouring praises on him. He wants to hear something different, something his boyfriend has never told him before.

“tell me something i don’t already know, mr. kim.”

taehyung smirks at jimin’s words, lowering his head towards his small boyfriend’s chest. jimin’s man boobs look exquisite, extremely soft and alluring. When taehyung and jimin had just started dating, jimin had confided about the same in taehyung.

the overwhelming desire to have jimin in every way possible was what shook taehyung. he wanted, no, needed to satiate his hunger, imagining jimin’s fucked out expression.

come to think of it, taehyung has never really praised jimin about how alluring his breasts are and taehyung wants to take this chance to equally tarnish jimin's sassy attitude.

taehyung strips his clothes allowing them to pool on the ground. he leans closer towards the chubby tanned skin, his warm breath tickling the now swelling bud. jimin involuntarily shivers, again, sighs leaving his lips, growing impatient with each minute that seems to pass.

jimin arches his back, a silent moan slipping out of his mouth when taehyung licks across his nipple, over and over again.

"taehyung-ie" jimin whispers, hands reaching out to grab taehyung’s shiny curly locks. they're soft against his palm, his fingers threading through taehyung’s long and smooth strands.

the taller of the two wraps his thin lips around the nipple, muscles contracting into a partial vaccum, sucking at the already sensitive. he feels something twitching against his abdomen, something that’s supposed to be soft and dangling.

"fuck, taehyung." jimin's voice has a pitch that now seems to have gone a little over the edge. having taehyung's lips on him, sucking his overly sensitive man boobs is driving him crazy.

it's a feeling of being on cloud nine, even though he's yet to reach out to the high ends of his orgasm.

"you have pretty boobs, jiminie. i always have a clear view irrespective of what you wear over them." taehyung says, in between licking and nipple suction. "your tits are my major turn on. love how they bounce each time you ride me."

jimin gasps, tugging at boyfriend's roots real hard. taehyung winces from the sudden movement, but keeps up with the ongoing assault. he loves how jimin's easily affected by his words alone.

taehyung’s hand hovers above jimin’s torso, enjoying the heat radiating off his warm body. he presses down with slight pressure, eliciting a suppressed moan from jimin.

his hand roams, erupting goosebumps along the way, fingernails scratching at the velvety skin. jimin shudders from the unanticipated feeling, relishing in the thrill and the excitement it leaves behind.

“t-taehyung.”
“that’s it, baby. say my name.”
everything escalates faster than he can imagine. one minute taehyung’s hand is on his belly button, dipping and twirling his finger into it, pleasure striking straight to his dick.

while the next minute he finds them dangerously close to his pants, his crotch area tightening with arousal that wallops his body. jimin feels uncomfortable, shifting under taehyung’s hold.

“taehyung-ie” jimin murmurs, air escaping his lungs into the heated walls of their shared apartment.

taehyung’s brown orbs meet jimin’s dilated pupils, a clear sign to speed things up, the familiar thought spiking his brain. "yes, love?"

“could you— could we rush this a little? i feel like i might come any minute now. and i don’t want to without you inside me.”

taehyung’s perplexed whether to feel like the luckiest bastard ever to have fallen in love or to be such a horny boyfriend who can’t stop thinking about the way his significant other clenches around his length.

taehyung's already seen different versions of jimin. and by versions he means the personas that just seem to appear unannounced, that settle mixed feelings deep inside his chest.

he's aware of jimin getting extra cute and cuddly that clings to his taller boyfriend for almost the whole day who also happens to turn into this whiney-whimpering sex deprived soul, who likes and enjoys riding taehyung without a break.

but when sometimes this jimin, the one in front of him, makes an appearance, taehyung can't help but to suffice.

so he makes sure his baby is comfortable, extra care taken while placing soft pillows below jimin’s hip. taehyung moves to pick a bottle of lube from the drawer placed right beside their bed.

jimin's ears perk up at the sound of a bottle being opened, his eyes find taehyung positioned between his thighs, his elbow in the air as he pours an amount of lube that seems more than sufficient into his hand.

"you don't have to stretch me, tae-tae. hurry please." taehyung groans, smearing the liquid onto his cock, savouring in the delicious shiver, the coldness against his warm cock.

jimin holds his breath when he feels his boyfriend's cock aligning at his slightly tanned entrance. he visibly squirms in place when taehyung enters his quivering hole that swallows his boyfriend’s cock as it should.

usually when the two have sex, taehyung pushes his cock in one powerful thrust and all jimin does is wait for his boyfriend’s thick length to rupture his delicate walls.

but this, the slow torture jimin’s being put into is almost unbearable. taehyung’s thrusting in a slow pace, yet strong enough to hit his sensitive bundle of nerves. jimin throws his head back, his toes pointed and curling at the pleasure he's receiving.

it's new, something beyond their exploration. the rhythm in which taehyung’s fucking him has jimin’s mind levitating into a space where he can see, hear and feel taehyung and taehyung only.

jimin clenches around taehyung’s girth earning a rumble, deep and guttural. jimin bites his lips as a lazy smile settles on his face.

"taehyung-ie" jimin calls, grasping onto taehyung’s well-built biceps. their bodies move in sync, taehyung giving it good to jimin. he’s floating, diving deep into the ocean that is taehyung’s love.

"that's it...keep saying...my name, angel" taehyung says, gritting his teeth as he slams into jimin. he knows his boyfriend’s close by how tight jimin’s gripping him.

a few more thrusts, and jimin's wailing out taehyung’s name, coming over and over again. taehyung holds him still by his beautiful curves, helping him reach his high.

jimin falls back on the mattress, sweat trickling down his forehead, disappearing behind his nape. the air around them smells of cum and sweat, but neither of them has single care in the world.

jimin notices that taehyung’s still rock hard, not having had a chance at cumming. taehyung wraps his arm around jimin’s waist when jimin moves his hand towards taehyung’s cock, not allowing jimin to give back the pleasure he received.

"let me help you, tae-tae."

taehyung denies his request by swaying his head and pulls jimin into his chest. jimin pouts but melts into his taller boyfriend’s addicting scent.

"don't worry about me, i'll take care of it."

he's so in love, hopelessly and blindingly with the man right in his arms and taehyung bleeds a love that no one else has experienced. it's both pain and death, yet honestly worth every hurdle life throws his way.

decades to come and go, taehyung swears on life as he's sure, he'll keep choosing jimin time and time again, in a heartbeat.