Thread by @opiiumms

nsfw / #vmin #vminau / threadfic

vmin 🔞 / anyone remember jimin's little shorts he wore in malta? because i can never forget.

⚠ content warning / exhibitionism, voyeurism. masturbation to someone in public without their consent so potential dub-con. this thread is all fictional and based in fantasy.

(the kind of dub-con where jimin is into it from the get go though, he just never verbally consents. obviously irl this behaviour is assault.)

the first time he’d seen him it had taken taehyung by surprise. the handful of times he’d come here during his holiday, he’d always had the place to himself,

aside from the lethargic ahjussi’s smoking on the promenade, people shopping and eating in the distance and boats bobbing in the water

the stranger had removed his shirt and cast it across the rocks, then dove right in, body a perfect arch as he sliced through the stoic blue.

taehyung had spluttered at the spray of salt water hitting his face, wiping it from his eyes. jimin resurfaced, mouth dropping open to take in a breath, pushing his soaked hair out of his face and off his forehead.

water sluicing across his features, his button nose, his plush lips. he didn’t even spare him a glance, as if taehyung hadn’t been right there in the water beside him,

as if he hadn’t been eyeing him up and down — half in appreciation, half in astonishment — the moment jimin had arrived to jostle the tranquility of his secret little nook.

taehyung made no move to adjust his swim shorts as he pulled himself out of the water then. the fabric clung to his slightly chubbed-up cock and hefty balls, a dark tan bleeding through the feeble white.

still, he never noticed jimin even casting his eyes to him. he was too busy splayed out on his back, drifting atop the blue water like a raft. the bright sunrays adorning his body into a faint glow, or maybe that was taehyung’s mind playing tricks on him.

taehyung thought he felt the tingle of eyes on his back as he padded away, continued to feel it as he plopped down on a nearby heated rock to warm up and dry off.

~

so maybe taehyung had been going back to this one little swim spot more often, more than he would have. but in his defence, it’s picturesque, quiet. he likes to swim after a long day, he likes to soak up the sun like a cold-blooded lizard.

it has nothing to do with the new stranger, who for all taehyung knows, won’t return.

but every afternoon, a quarter past three in the afternoon, when everyone in the town seems to be lazing about and half asleep, jimin appears without fail.

and taehyung can only keep up the internal charades of annoyance for so long. he always turns up in some loose, linen shirt. sometimes buttoned up to his sternum, other times splayed open entirely.

and always in those short blue shorts, cutting off right below the crease of his ass-cheek. taehyung admires his tight, thick thighs. the way they bulge and strain taught when he crouches or folds a leg up. his fresh suntan, getting a little more vivid day by day.

and how he effortlessly bends over to collect his sunscreen and pack away his sunglasses and phone in his little woven beach-bag, ass up.

he folds his body in half like a book, without even a little dip to his knee, practically whistling under his breath as he does it — like it’s just normal.

more and more taehyung finds it difficult to pretend to not be looking. and his patience is chewed away by desire rapidly. he likes to pretend it took him days, but really, it was only a couple hours before he was staring in full, urging jimin to just /look/ at him.

taehyung admires jimin’s lean shoulders, but filled out chest. his gentle, honeyed-blonde hair falling into his eyes. the way his lithe back muscles shift as he rolls his shoulders and curls his neck left and right before diving clean into the sparkling water.

taehyung sighs, leaning further back into the give on the rock, having grown careless to even try to hide his bare body to the sun. he can only imagine how brown his skin has become. but he likes to show off, he doesn’t care to dry off with a towel when it’s this warm out.

and maybe taehyung starts to fantasise a little. it’s innocent, he swears. it’s not like jimin ever /notices/ him. soon enough, taehyung is spreading his legs, he starts to touch himself. only light touches, barely there, over his shorts.

he gets turned on very easily. it takes only the most fleeting thought for him to feel the heat between his legs. and he’s big, the way he bulges through his pants overt even without being aroused.

he gets turned on thinking of how tight jimin’s ass must be, of how pert and pink and fresh his little hole would be. how rosy his cheeks might get, eyes squeezed shut and face crumpled in pleasure. all from taehyung.

he gets turned on at how brazen he’s being, at the threat of anyone seeing him being a pervert. touching himself in public. he doesn’t even attempt to hide it.

but there’s one person in particular he truly wants to witness it. he wants jimin to turn round and instead of making eye contact with him, he will see his hard cock and taehyung rubbing himself instead, maybe that thought gets him even harder.

he tickles down where his now slippery, pink cockhead is trapped between his body and his swimshorts, just enough to make himself twitch, have him licking his lips, clenching his jaw.

he brushes his palm across his balls, presses down a little more than he needs to, under the guise of an itch. he crosses his legs and traps his half-hard cock only enough to feel a mildly pleasant pressure, nowhere near enough for relief.

all the while, jimin wades through the water. sometimes he disappears below the surface. sometimes taehyung hears his heavy panting as he resurfaces and lets his lids slip shut, sighing out.

on tuesday he lets the ache fester, until he’s throbbing, gnawing on his lip in irritation. jimin finally meets his eyes, and it lasts little more than a second. It makes taehyung feel stunned, like he’s been zapped with an electric shock.

and it’s enough for his resolve to break and he throws his hand to his groin to grab himself and moan out in relief as jimin walks away. it’s loud, and for all taehyung knows, jimin hears it.

on thursday taehyung thinks feather-light, subtle touches aren’t going to cut it anymore. he’s taken to rubbing himself through his pants, cupping his bulge, squeezing himself.

the first time, it’s fun to start and stop, work himself up, feel that moment of panic when he thinks jimin’s shifting head is him turning to look only for it to be him turning to look out to the dock across from them.

but before he can rub himself to completion, jimin is swimming back and taehyung lets his hand go slack, resting over his inner thigh and just before his now throbbing cock, which is trapped against his other thigh and the barely-damp fabric of his shorts.

the tip almost peaking out the ridden up edge of them. jimin meets his eyes for a split second and his cock jerks. taehyung wipes his tongue over his lips and tries to bite away the giddy little grin trying to form.

he turns his head just so, in lieu of glancing out at the horizon. but in his peripheral jimin is folding himself in half again to collect his towel and close his umbrella.

the round, plump curve of his ass practically imprinted through those pathetic little shorts. his nipples are small and pert from the cool air against his wet skin, the barest remnants of toned abs appearing when he leans back and stretches out after his swim.

and taehyung shifts his hand away from his groin, running a finger up along his length, over the fabric, as he does so. sighing out tersely at the feeling, the way it gets him hotter and hotter.

it would take just a couple ruts through his fist to spurt all over himself. even better if jimin watches every moment. pretends to be scandalised, then disgusted. but gets a half hard himself anyway.

taehyung tells himself he can get himself off when he gets back to his hotel. but instead, he finds himself shoving his hand into his pants and huffing and panting as he jerks his cock off, watching jimin’s pert ass fill out those tiny little pants while he trots away.

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