Thread by @vmintimacy

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it’s supremely embarrassing to accidentally pop a boner while your best friend is laying in your lap. th can confirm.

there’s nothing special about what’s going on—they’re simply watching a drama together on th’s huge television. jm had initially started off snuggled into his side but eventually shifted to lay his head on th’s lap, which was basically scheduled program for them too.

except—

except jm’s been giggling, thoroughly enjoying the comedy part of the rom com series they’re watching, and he keeps throwing his head back onto th’s poor susceptible crotch, putting a (regrettably) delicious pressure exactly where

th has been studiously trying to ignore the contact for the past half-hour.

he’s been trying to will his arousal down for what feels like forever, but it’s the friction combined with his unbearable fondness for jm’s laughter, and the fact that he recognizes the look of love

in the protagonist’s eyes because he thinks that’s what he looks like when he looks at jm, and the way the two main characters jump into each others’ arms once they realize the extent of their feelings—

he tries to adjust the way he’s sitting, just to relieve a little bit of the pressure, but it backfires on him completely when jm allows him a brief respite only to snuggle back deeper into th’s lap.

and then he pauses.

“are you getting off on this?” jm suddenly asks, turning around in his lap to look up at him with wide, amused eyes. (his ear accidentally grazes th’s half-hard cock, and th has to suppress a wince.)

“huh?” th manages to blurt, mind racing to find one acceptable reason why his dick is hard from a completely innocent activity.

jm studies him, a little pout forming on his lips. he turns his head slowly towards th’s tummy, but th stops him with a hand to his cheek.

“don’t,” he says, his voice unintentionally pleading. “please.”

jm freezes again, but quickly relaxes back into his previous position, looking up at th from his lap. “are you okay, th-ie?”

th knows his face is probably scarlet now, can feel how hot his face has become, but he nods anyway. “mhmm, yup. just peachy.”

jm hums his acknowledgement, but doesn’t turn back to face the tv. th feels his eyes on him acutely, until he can’t help but look down. “what?”

jm looks thoughtful and—this baffles th—a little nervous. he blinks up at th, biting his lip.

“i could help, if you wanted?” he says it so quietly, th almost misses it.

but he hears it, almost as clearly as if jm had whispered it into his ear. he hears it, but it doesn’t make any sense.

“huh?” he repeats dumbly, eyes snapping down to the way jm has shifted his head again, moving lower on his lap but turning to face th’s current predicament.

jm’s eyes flick up to meet th’s for a split second before he leans in slowly, the tip of his nose brushing the bump in th’s boxers.

(now more than ever, he wishes he had worn some sweatpants, at least. not that this has never been a problem before.)

suddenly jm pauses, moving away slightly. “am i reading this wrong, baby?” jm says quietly, facing th once more. “we can just keep watching. sorry if i made things awkward.” he sounds a little disappointed, which th can’t even begin to process.

“wait,” th says, the sight of jm’s pout a little unbearable. “sorry. i think i made things awkward. it’s just—” th huffs, running a hand through his ruffled hair. he doesn’t know where to even begin. the fact is that he’s always, always found jm attractive, but he’s never had to—

jm waits patiently as he gets his thoughts in order, his expression expertly blank—but th knows him all too well, can see worry and concern there clear as day.

th sighs, decides to focus on the present. “you were—the back of your head kept bumping into my—”

th groans in frustration. “and then you kept smiling and laughing and you’re just so pretty like this—” he catches himself as soon as the words are out, but it’s too late.

jm shoots up from his lap, and despite himself, th mourns the loss of contact.

“kim th,” jm intones, a smile threatening to break his serious expression. “did you just call me pretty?”

this, th can answer; he does so with an eyeroll. “shut up. you totally know.”

jm grins widely, but there’s a certain shyness to it that th’s not used to.

“so do you want my help or not?” jm asks finally.

th wants to die.

“only if you want to help,” he answers truthfully, his pride and self-respect be damned.

“i want to help,” jm confirms with a small smile, before lowering himself back down into th’s lap. th inhales sharply.

“tell me if this is okay.” jm presses a kiss to the rise in th’s boxers and th can’t help but jerk in surprise. jimin giggles into th’s thigh. “okay?”

th nods shakily, then belatedly realizes jm can’t see him in their current position. “yes. yes.”

“okay,” jimin whispers. th feels more than sees the deep breath he takes—th is relieved to realize he’s not the only one completely shaken by this turn of events—and then he feels another kiss, firmer this time, pressed onto his length over the fabric of his underwear.

jm keeps pressing pretty closed-mouth kisses everywhere he can reach, on the crease of his thigh, the rise of his stomach where it meets the waistband of his boxers, and on the head of his cock where it’s tenting the thin cloth.

th has abandoned the drama (and pretense) completely, his eyes pinned to the porcelain of jm’s cheek, to the sweet pucker of his lips where they’re pressed to black fabric. at the first little lick, th finally lets himself groan, his hands instinctively grasping at jm’s shirt.

jm pauses, and th feels another deep breath, this time directly onto his cock. it makes him shudder.

“still okay?” jm asks, sounding a little breathless.

“jm-ah,” th says, because he loves the way it feels on his tongue.

jm turns his head towards th, looking utterly debauched and so, so beautiful, his cheeks ruddy and his eyes half-capped.

“jm-ie,” th says, shaking his head in disbelief. “the answer is always yes for you.”

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jimin giggles again, this time right against th’s hardness. “aish. i can’t believe this.” there’s a pretty pink blush tinting his cheeks now, barely visible because of how he’s hiding his face. th doesn’t resist the overwhelming urge to cup his face and tilt his head up.

“really?” th questions teasingly, finally feeling a little more normal. “you’ve been kissing my dick for past few minutes but it’s a cheesy one-liner that gets you flustered?”

jm full-on laughs at that, his whole body crumpling, and th has to catch him by the waist before he falls to the floor.

“oof!” jm’s hands scramble for purchase on th’s shoulders, pulling himself up, and th allows him the leverage to sit more securely on his lap.

“hi,” jm says, still giggling, looking down at th for once.

“hi,” th answers, unable to help the grin that spreads on his face. he reaches up to run a thumb over jm’s bunched up cheeks, over the little dimple that drives him a little crazy.

jm doesn’t break eye contact as he turns slightly, aligning his lips to th’s thumb and pressing a gentle kiss there.

th feels rooted to the spot by the tenderness of the gesture, unmoored by how natural (if a little awkward) this has all felt with jm.

jm licks his lips, and th tracks it with his eyes. “i wanna try something else,” he says, looking down at th like he’s asking for permission.

th nods automatically. “you know my answer.”

jm smiles at him as his hands trail up from th’s shoulders to his neck, until they frame his face gently.

th feels time slow as jm leans in, and then completely stop when their lips finally meet.

jm kisses like he dances—gracefully, beautifully, without holding back. th is floored by how utterly right it feels to have jm so close, to feels his lips and tongue move right in time with his, like it’s something they’ve choreographed and practiced to death.

jm’s kiss is consuming, especially for how gentle he’s been this whole time, and th can’t help but to open up to him, to give as good as he gets. the angle is a little weird, jm having to hunch down and th craning his neck up, but it’s so good that th would never complain.

jm must start to feel the strain because he huffs a short laugh before shifting in th’s lap, his ass landing directly on top of th’s poor (still remarkably hard) cock. th moans at the contact, his grip on jm’s waist tightening.

jm shifts again, this time kneeling onto the couch to straddle th properly, and when he sits back down, th feels something entirely new—a hardness to match his, right against his thigh.

jm lets out a little sigh before recapturing th’s lips. th loses himself in this kiss, too, hands wandering lower until he’s gripping jm’s ass, pulling him forward and making their erections brush.

jm groans directly into his mouth, and th feels his cock twitch at the sound. everything feels so overwhelming: the heat of jm’s mouth, the plush of jm’s ass, the maddening friction of their clothed cocks rubbing together.

when they pull away to catch their breaths, jm is smiling at him. “still okay?”

th brushes the stray strand of hair that’s fallen into jm’s face. “never better.”

“good,” jm says, punctuating it with a quick peck to th’s lips. “i said i would help you out, no?”

th feels jm’s eyes on him like a physical touch, and th can’t help but stare right back. his hair is a mess and his lips are swollen, but he swears he’s never seen a more beautiful sight.

“so help me out,” th says, a little impatiently.

“mmm, bratty,” jm observes, raising an eyebrow. “patience, baby.” he presses a kiss to the hinge of th’s jaw, mouthing down his neck. he takes his time sucking on th’s collarbone before reaching for the hem of his shirt.

th doesn’t wait for him to ask, simply tugs it off by the collar and pulls jm in for another deep kiss. jm laughs into it, surprised, and th whines when they separate.

“stop laughing, i’m trying to kiss you,” th complains, which only makes jimin laugh harder.

“and i’m trying to suck your dick,” jm says, raising an eyebrow. “are you gonna let me or not?”

th once again finds himself shaking his head in disbelief. “i can’t believe you just say things like that. you’re a demon.”

jm bites his lip, trailing a finger down th’s chest. “i thought i was an angel,” he teases, before he leans down to press an open-mouthed kiss to the ridge of th’s pec.

th gasps when he feels jm’s tongue against his nipple. “you are,” he says. “fallen—angel. sent down to torment me,” he mumbles, watching as jm sucks the stiff nub into his mouth.

jm hums, scooting futher down th’s lap, until his slides off and kneels on the floor, until he can press kisses to th’s tummy, where it bunches slightly over the waistband of his underwear.

they’re almost right back where they began.

jm opens his mouth, a question in his eyes, but th beats him to it. “jm-ah,” he says. “i want this, i promise you. if you ask me one more time i might actually lose my mind.”

“fine.” jm laughs, high and bright. he slides his hands up th’s thighs before pressing a quick kiss there. “i…” he looks up at th, bites his lip. “i’m nervous.”

that shocks a laugh out of th. “fuck, me too. i don’t even know what’s happening,” he admits sheepishly, covering jm’s hands with his own. “but i like it,” he adds, just to be sure. “i trust you.”

jm nods, ducking down to kiss th’s knee. “good to know.”

jm’s fingers trail up to th’s waistband, but he makes no move to pull them down. instead he leans right into th’s crotch, noses at the line of th’s cock before sucking a kiss right onto the base, right above the cotton.

th breathes out through his nose, his eyes falling closed from relief. jm continues his earlier ministrations, kissing, licking, sucking, until th’s cock is so hard, its head strains up at the waistband.

jm sweeps his tongue over the sliver of exposed skin, collecting the bead of precum that has gathered there, and th almost keens from the contact.

suddenly, it’s all too much and not enough.

“off,” th says, “off, take it off.” he scrambles to pull his boxers down, but jm catches his hands, smirking up at him.

“patience, baby,” he repeats. “we’ve got all the time in the world.”

jm peels his underwear off torturously slowly, eyes darkening at the way th’s cock slaps over his stomach when it finally comes free. he hesitates, then seems to make a decision, tugging his shirt off, and th wonders why he hadn’t tried to get rid of it any sooner.

he grabs at jm’s shoulders, leaning down to capture his mouth in a searing kiss. “god,” he mumbles against jm’s lips. “you’re so—fucking—hot.”

jm presses in harder, licking into his mouth. “says you,” he says, finally—finally—wrapping his hands around th’s dick. “look at you.”

“gorgeous,” jm says, giving the head another experimental kitten lick. “so pretty.”

th swears he had a comeback for that, a good one, too, but it all gets lost to oblivion the second jm gets his mouth on him and takes him in all at once.

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“fuck,” th moans. he has to make a conscious effort not to buck up into the wet heat of jm’s mouth. “feels so good, babe,” he mutters, hands petting at jm’s hair, brushing them out of his face so he can see clearly.

jm moans right on his cock, and th feels it to his core. jm licks a fat stripe up the length of his cock before letting it pop out of his mouth with an obscene pop. “babe?” he asks, eyes wide with mischief.

“yes?” th’s not thinking straight, can’t with how jm’s lips are looked slick and plumper than ever so fucking close to his cock.

jm giggles. “no, i mean /you/ called /me/ babe. you’ve never done that before.”

th freezes, suddenly catching up. “oh shit,” he says. “sorry, was that weird? i didn’t mean to—”

jm shuts him up by suckling on the tip of th’s cock, making his words taper into a loud moan. “baby, th-ie,” he whispers, lips ghosting over sensitive skin. “i liked it.”

“okay. okay. jesus.” th sighs in relief. he cups jm’s face in his hands, marvelling at how small and lovely he looks framed like this. “please don’t stop.”

jm gives him a smirk before he takes th’s cock once more, sliding down slowly until his nose almost hits the patch on hair

at the base. “fuck, you’re so big,” jm giggles when he pulls off again.

th barely has the time to comment before jm’s back and redoubling his effort, his hands finally joining in as he starts to jerk off the parts he can’t reach with his mouth.

jm sucks cock like he sings—sweetly, deceptively gentle but with confidence and power, like he knows exactly what notes to hit to have you wrapped around his finger. th is captivated, can barely focus on anything but the way jm’s lips close over his head,

can barely see anything past the bob of jm’s head and the stars behind his eyelids when he closes his eyes. he feels the steady burn of arousal building into something bigger, the unrelenting slide of jm’s mouth stoking it into a wildfire.

th feels dangerously close—but not close enough.

“jm, jm-ah,” th babbles desperately, gently pulling him off his cock. “i’m close—i want—”

jm shushes him, pressing a closed-mouth kiss to the ridge of th’s cock. “what is it, baby? want do you want?”

th shakes his head, grabbing at jm’s shoulders. “c’mere,” he says. “want to be close to you.”

jm sharp eyes soften immediately. he smiles at th, nodding as he climbs back into th’s lap and pulls him close.

th hugs him tightly, burying his face in the junction of jm’s neck. he presses a few kisses there, tries to get his bearings.

this is the closest he’s been to jm all night, and maybe ever, and he feels every point of contact spark under his skin. he runs his hands up the soft skin of jm’s back, over the ridges of his ribs, and tries to commit the feeling to memory until he feels jm shift away.

“noooo,” he complains automatically, his grip on jm’s waist tightening.

jm presses a kiss to his cheek in reassurance. “i’m not going anywhere, baby.”

th allows him to pull away slightly, and then understanding dawns on him.

jm has his knees bracketing th’s thighs on the couch, quickly sliding out of his shorts and briefs. th rests his hands on jm’s, helping them off, but he’s quickly rendered useless at the sight of jm’s cock, swollen and red, pretty as they come.

jm successfully gets rid of his clothes and sighs happily when th tentatively takes his cock in his hand before he can even sit back down. “mmm, yes,” he whispers.

th looks up at jm’s angelic face, eyes closed in relief from finally getting some contact, and then back down at his cock. “so pretty,” he whispers. “so hard for me.”

“mmm, just for you,” jm promises, before he leans down and captures th’s mouth in a sweet kiss.

th continues jerking jm off as they kiss, and the heat in his belly rages even more when jm starts thrusting into his grip, causing it to bump into th’s dick.

th momentarily stops jerking jm off in favor of gripping his ass, encouraging him to grind down until their cocks brush against each other roughly, making them both moan.

jm quickly gets with the program, starting up a steady rhythm as he rolls his hips down into the friction.

th reels him in for a kiss as they grind together, and something feels like it clicks into place. their bodies move as one unit, chasing the same high, keeping the same time.

it’s good, it’s so mindblowingly good, and th loses himself in the feeling and the little sounds of pleasure that escape from jimin’s mouth. he feels dangerously close to edge now, but he never wants this to end.

“fuck, i’m not gonna last,” he says.

jm licks at the seam of th’s lips and kisses the tip of his nose. “okay, baby.” he leans in to kiss him once more, and th feels jm’s hands wrap around both of their erections, aligning them against each other. th seeks out jm’s mouth to muffle the groan that erupts out of him.

th wraps his hands around jm’s enveloping them easily, but it’s when jm loosens his grip and gently, slowly entwines and interlocks their fingers over their cocks that th feels his composure slipping. his hips buck up on their own accord, and jm kisses him anew.

“i’ve got you,” he whispers onto th’s lips. “let go, my love.”

th feels his orgasm rip out of him all at once, eyes sliding shut as he comes with jm’s name on his lips. jm’s grip on their cocks tightens, coaxing him through it, spreading th’s cum where they’re pressed together.

th leans up to catch jm’s mouth in a slow kiss, feeling giddy and lightheaded and so utterly sated.

jm’s hands slow to a stop when th jerks slightly from overstimulation. he’s smiling when they finally pull away too at each other.

th has so many things he wants to say, a confession—a real one—on the tip of his tongue, but knows they’ll have time for that later. for now, he watches for jm’s reaction has he reaches for his cock again, thumbing over the slit and spreading his cum over it.

“i wanna make you feel good,” th says, and jm nods immediately.

“it’s not gonna take much,” jm sighs when th starts jerking him off in earnest. “‘m so close.”

th kisses him gently, licking over jm’s lips to coax them open. he twists his wrist a little and gets rewarded with a quiet whimper that echoes into his mouth, so he keeps doing it.

jm presses in urgently, thrusting into the heat of th’s fist, th’s cum making the slide easier.

th wants nothing more than to see jm unravel, craves nothing better than to make him feel all the pleasure in the world.

“come for me, angel,” he whispers, and like clockwork, jm’s body seizes with a loud moan. th’s feels his cock pulse in his grip, white painting his hand.

th kisses and strokes him through it, feeling every shudder of jm’s body as the aftershocks hit him. jm wraps his arms around th’s neck, pulling him ever closer, and kisses him deeply.

th slowly loosens his hold, wiping his hand on the nearest piece of cloth—which seems to be a t-shirt, thank god—before cupping jm’s face tenderly.

jm hums into the kiss before pulling away. his eyes are bright, his hair is a mess, his cheeks are so red, and th loves him.

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jm slumps down onto th’s chest unceremoniously, burying his giggles into th’s collarbone. “what the fuck,” he breathes.

th laughs along with him, suddenly acutely aware of how ridiculous their situation is.

the drama is still playing in the background, has already progressed to the next episode, but th couldn’t care less, can’t even find it in himself to reach for the remote and turn it off.

instead, he pulls jm closer, feeling his heart beat against his, quick staccato beats

slowly calming into a steady rhythm.

“thank you,” th whispers, pressing a kiss to jm’s temple.

jm breathes a laugh, pushing up from th’s chest to look at him. “for the blowjob? any time,” he says, exaggerating a wink.

th tucks his chin in as he laughs, suddenly feeling a little shy. “well, yes, but also just in general,” he says. he hesitates, wondering if he should finally give a voice to errant thoughts he’s been having for—let’s face it—years.

th doesn’t know when his feelings for his best friend suddenly grew into more, doesn’t care to pinpoint a certain time or place. he just knows he’s never felt anything like what he feels for jm, who he trusts and cares for deeply. who always feels like home.

th glances up at jm, and finds nothing but warmth in his eyes. he takes a deep breath, feels jm’s palms settle over his trembling hands, anchoring him. jm waits, as he always does, patiently and without pressure.

“you’re just—lovely,” th says finally, turning his palm up to join their hands. there’s still a bit of stickiness on jm’s skin, and despite it being kind of gross, th finds it grounding. “i want you to know i don’t expect anything from you, ever, but…”

jm smiles at him and nods, encouraging him to go on.

“but i…” th feels his stomach clench from nerves, or from the butterflies jm’s giving him with his tender gaze. “i have feelings for you.” he sighs as he speaks, feeling oddly relieved at finally saying it out loud.

jm’s smile widens slightly, the adorable dimple crinkling his cheek. “what kind of feelings?” he asks quietly, eyes twinkling.

th gets the feeling he’s being teased, but he wants to be honest, so he doesn’t take the bait. “feelings like…” he chews on his lip, trying to

describe the multitude of things he feels for the man in front of him, his best friend, his favorite person.

“like i miss you constantly when you’re not around. sometimes, i miss you when you’re right freaking there,

like i need you closer to me but i don’t know how to ask for it.” he shakes his head, realizing he must sound ridiculous. “also, like, sometimes i get this insane urge to pull you in and kiss you silly, which i know is not something you’re supposed to feel for a friend.”

jm laughs at that, squeezing th’s hands. “right.”

“right?” th chuckles. “i love the guys to death but i have never felt the urge to make out with any of the rest of them.” he shudders at the thought. “no offense to them.”

jm throws his head back in laughter. “don’t let sj hyung hear you say that.”

th rolls his eyes. “of course not. i’m not an idiot,” he says, grinning. “well, not completely. i may have been a bit of an idiot about this.” he raises their joined hands ruefully.

“anyway, i think you get it? right?” he continues, hoping he makes even just a little sense. they’ve always been on the same wavelength—he knows jm would understand.

(there’s a tiny knot in the pit of his stomach that still twists at the possibility of rejection.)

jm just nods his confirmation again, his grin growing another centimeter. “i get it. i feel the same way,” he says simply.

but th is so ready for to reassure him it’s fine, had already braced himself for the worst, so he starts babbling mindlessly.

“again, i don’t expect anything from you. it’s completely fine you don’t—wait, what?”

jm laughs again, his arms coming up to rest on th’s shoulders, fingers entwining over his nape. “you’re not gonna make me say it, are you?”

th frowns at that, completely lost now. “say what?”

jm sighs as he tucks th’s overgrown bangs into his ears, caressing his face with a gentle touch. their eyes meet, jm’s almost lost to the force of his smile.

“i love you, th-ah,” jm says, suddenly serious, never breaking eye contact. “of course i do.”

a breath wooshes out of th without his permission, along with the knot in stomach, and the weight on his shoulders from keeping the same secret. “that’s—you—”

“i’m in love with you,” jm says clearly, grinning fully now, his adorable front tooth jutting out of his mouth.

th wants to kiss it, so he does, and it makes jm giggle. spurred on by the sound of jm’s happiness, th keeps peppering kisses all over jm’s face—

his cheeks, his eyes, his nose, his forehead, and his lips. th puts everything he has into this kiss, and he takes everything jm gives him, and then it’s easy, so ridiculously easy, to finally say it: “i’m in love with you, too.”

jm pulls him into an embrace, and they’re pressed so closely that th can feel his heart racing alongside jm’s. he sinks into jm’s comforting warmth, feels trembling lips at his temple.

he pulls away slightly to look at jm, and when he does, jm’s eyes are glassy.

“oh no,” th can’t help but coo. “what’s wrong, angel?”

jm shakes his head, laughing a little. “nothing, baby. everything is so—right,” he says, cupping th’s cheeks.

they stay there for a while, just smiling at each other, th trying to tamp down his own happy tears in favor of brushing away jm’s, and then jm giggles, closing his eyes.

“what?” th asks, jm’s laughter contagious.

“i can’t believe i kissed your dick before i got to kiss you,” jm wheezes.

th laughs, the full chesty kind that only jm can coax out of him. “hey, my dick is still me!” he argues.

jm nods easily, grinning as he says, “and i love it, as i love you.” he brushes a thumb over th’s softened cock, but it still jumps at the contact.

“aish!” th groans, feeling flustered for no reason. “you can’t just say stuff like that!”

it’s jm’s turn to roll his eyes. “admit it, you love it.”

th grins, leaning in to kiss jm’s irresistable smile. “as i love you.”

turns out, it IS supremely embarrassing to accidentally pop a boner while your best friend is laying in your lap, but th thinks it’s also maybe the best thing that’s ever happened to th. sue him.

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a/n: phew this one was a doozy to write 😆😆 i don’t really write smut much (or ever lmao) but this was too fun and funny to abandon, plus i’m so soft for these two sooo 🥹 thank you again for reading and for all your kind words!! happy jimtober 🫶🫶