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It happened too often. So often that Taehyung almost had it down to an exact science.
On average, he and Jimin would have 2 pleasant phone calls, lots of happy chatter and laughing, before the dreaded call came. Jimin would call him crying, hurt by something his boyfriend had said or done. Taehyung would console him, sometimes by simply letting Jimin vent to him over the phone, other times he would have Jimin come over and order their favorite take out. But no matter the method of comfort, Taehyung was the cure for Jimin’s heartache.
It only made sense; they were best friends, afterall. They always had each other’s backs. They knew each other’s innermost quirks and handled each other’s secrets with care. Their connection was one in a million, able to understand each other in a way others couldn’t. Taehyung would always be there for Jimin, even when it killed him to see him with someone else.
Taehyung loathed Jimin’s boyfriend. He’d hated all of Jimin’s boyfriends, really, but this one took the cake. Min-soo was always pulling some stupid shit and breaking Jimin’s heart. It was hard to watch his best friend go through so much pain—even more so to bite his tongue and not go on a rant about how much he despised the guy. But Taehyung always put Jimin first, consoling him and reminding him how loved he was.
The sun was starting to set when Taehyung’s phone rang. He looked down at the screen, wincing a bit when he saw that it was Jimin.
This was going to be call number 3 since Jimin and Min-soo's last argument…
Taehyung took a deep breath, praying his calculations were off, and answered the phone.
“Hey, Jimin-ah.” A violent pang struck his heart as he was greeted by soft hiccups and sniffles.
“ Tae, a-are you home ?”
“Yeah. What's going on?”
Jimin ignored his question. “ Can I come over ?”
“Of course you can.”
Taehyung could sense the feeble nod on the other end of the line. “ See you soon .”
Taehyung’s phone softly beeped, signaling the end of the call. A sour taste coated Taehyung’s tongue from the despair in Jimin’s voice. What had Min-soo done now? Taehyung sighed heavily, redirecting his growing anger and pulling up the website of Jimin’s favorite restaurant. He added every one of Jimin’s most beloved dishes to the order and submitted it for delivery, then went about tidying up his apartment. He had just finished laying Jimin’s favorite blanket out on the couch when there was a knock at the door.
Taehyung hurried to the door and opened it, dejected from the sight before him. Jimin had his head down, arms tucked to hug himself tightly. The tip of his nose was red, chapped from tears and sniffling. Taehyung frowned and stepped aside, holding the door open for Jimin.
“Come on in.”
Jimin didn't say anything as he crossed the threshold into the apartment. He immediately made himself at home, slipping off his shoes and stepping into the slippers Taehyung had designated just for him. He shuffled over to the couch and picked up the blanket, wrapping it around himself before plopping down. Taehyung joined him, sitting down on the cushion beside him. He gazed silently at Jimin, waiting patiently for him to begin his tirade.
Minutes passed before Jimin’s phone broke the silence, blaring loudly. Jimin didn’t even look at the screen, blindly sending the call to voicemail.
Taehyung’s stomach dropped. Things were different this time around. Jimin was completely silent, unmoving. His gaze bore a hole into the blanket, his usual bright and lively eyes dull and empty. Taehyung anxiously shifted, softly speaking up.
“Jimin-ah?”
Taehyung reached out and laid a gentle hand on Jimin’s knee. A small spark ignited, Jimin’s eyes flickering and shifting to Taehyung’s hand. His teeth sank into his bottom lip as he tried to get the words out, chewing so roughly that Taehyung was afraid he would start bleeding. He blinked back tears as he spoke up.
“The asshole's been cheating on me.” Jimin cursed under his breath as a tear threatened to slip. He wiped it away and continued. “My laptop wasn't working so I figured I'd use Min-soo's. He had his internet open and…I saw it.” Jimin shook his head. “He has a reddit account for porn. He follows hundreds of people, comments the most disgusting things on their posts. And he's exchanged pics and videos with people in private messages.”
Jimin unlocked his phone and tapped a few times on the screen before handing it over to Taehyung. Taehyung took the device, taking deep breaths to keep himself from accidentally crushing it in rage. It was a picture of messages between Min-soo and another user, the most recent exchange being earlier that day.
ms281 8:37am
fuck I thought about our call the other night and now look at me
Attached was a photo of Min-soo's lap, his hand gripping the outline of his hard cock under his dress pants. Taehyung's lip curled up in disgust.
This didn't exactly surprise Taehyung. He knew what kind of person Min-soo was; he just hoped the guy had enough respect for Jimin to break up with him before cheating on him. Apparently the shithead couldn't even comprehend that concept. The air felt hot to Taehyung as the fury within him grew.
“Son of a bitch. Who the fuck does he think he is? I'll go kick his ass for doing this to you,” Taehyung spat. He read the message again and scoffed, licking over his teeth as he handed Jimin his phone. “Have you said anything to him?”
Jimin weakly took his phone, tapping a few times on the screen before handing it back to Taehyung. Jimin had pulled up his text conversation with Min-soo. The photo proof of Min-soo’s infidelity was at the top, followed by a snarky message from Jimin.
Jimin 4:12pm
Funny how you’ve always given me shit for not logging out of my stuff.
Taehyung’s heart stopped when he read the next line.
We’re done.
It had finally happened, the moment Taehyung had been dreaming of for months. A part of him wanted to jump up and happily cheer, but remembering the smothering weight of the situation kept him in place. The sound of his best friend’s voice, frail and cracking, further buried the urge to celebrate.
“I’m so stupid,” Jimin murmured.
Taehyung’s head snapped up. “What are you talking about? Of course you’re not!”
“I am, though!” Jimin argued. He snatched his phone out of Taehyung’s grasp and tossed it, the device clattering loudly on the coffee table. His eyes were glassy as tears formed. “Who else would stay with someone for so long, being treated like shit day in and day out? He called me names and blamed me for the dumbest shit. Every fight was because of something I did—it was never his fault.” Jimin’s lip trembled. He hung his head in defeat, squeezing his eyes shut. “I saw all the warning signs, yet I stayed with him. And now look where it’s gotten me. I’m so fucking stupid ,” he choked out with a sob.
Taehyung’s stomach twisted into a knot. He immediately closed the distance between him and Jimin, gingerly cradling his face. “I don’t ever want to hear you say that again! You are incredible; the most fun, loving, thoughtful, beautiful person. He had you , and he chose to throw it all away. He’s the one who’s stupid.”
Taehyung leaned to rest his forehead against Jimin’s. He rubbed his thumbs over Jimin’s tear stained cheeks, murmuring sweet consolations that softened his cries. Jimin opened his eyes, Taehyung’s heart stopping as he gazed directly into his. They were red, lined by soaked lashes, his despair further evident by the pout on his plump lips. To look so solemn, Taehyung still thought Jimin was gorgeous.
He wanted his best friend’s pain to be gone. He wanted him to be happy, to feel loved. He deserved to feel loved. Taehyung could do that. Maybe if he just…
Taehyung felt Jimin’s warm breath on his lips as he inched closer to him. Jimin remained still, looking between Taehyung’s eyes and lips. His own eyes fluttered shut as Taehyung closed the distance between them, their lips coming together in a kiss.
It was soft and purposeful, a kiss that proved just how deep Taehyung’s affections were. He pursed his lips again and left another lingering kiss, Jimin welcoming it with his own plush lips. They kissed like this again and again, tender, thoughtful kisses that brought chill bumps to every inch of Taehyung’s skin. His heart stammered when he felt Jimin’s hand rest under his jaw, his other hand palming the back of his head to pull him closer.
Taehyung deepend the kisses, slightly parting his lips. Jimin eagerly followed Taehyung’s lead, tugging on locks of Taehyung’s hair as they exchanged open-mouthed kisses. The feeling of Jimin’s plump lips did something to Taehyung. He’d always thought about how kissable they looked, and now that he actually felt how kissable they were, it triggered a feral hunger inside of him. He licked over Jimin’s bottom lip before sinking his teeth down, earning a soft whimper from Jimin. Taehyung tugged on his lip and let go, the pink skin bouncing back into place.
“Sorry. Did I hurt you?” Taehyung huffed.
Jimin shook his head. “You could never hurt me, Tae.”
A warmth spread through Taehyung’s chest, a blush coloring his cheeks from the tenderness in Jimin’s voice. He dove back in, wantonly kissing Jimin, sucking and nibbling on his bottom lip before licking deeper into his mouth. Jimin moaned as Taehyung’s tongue rolled over his. He returned the gesture, lapping into Taehyung’s mouth as tiny whines escaped him. It was as if he was desperate, like he couldn’t get enough of the taste of Taehyung.
Jimin’s neediness made Taehyung needy, too; made him want more of him. Taehyung’s lips wandered away from Jimin’s, moving to kiss over his jawline. He settled beneath his ear, Jimin gasping as he kissed and sucked over the sensitive area. Taehyung tucked his hand under the hem of Jimin’s shirt, feeling the bumps of his skin rise against his lips and fingertips. He kissed Jimin’s neck, reveling in his whimpers and the way his body trembled.
“F-fuck,” Jimin cursed shakily. He kept one hand in Taehyung’s hair while the other trailed downwards.
Taehyung moaned from the sudden pressure between his hips. He looked down to see Jimin’s hand massaging the outline of his cock, throbbing desperately under his touch. He saw that his length was also strained against his pants, begging to be freed from its confines. Their clothes were restrictive, in the way of their pleasure and preventing Taehyung from being able to appreciate Jimin's body.
Taehyung slid his hands up Jimin's torso, lifting the fabric of his shirt. Jimin automatically lifted his arms above his head, reaching for Taehyung’s shirt the moment his was tossed aside. Their lips found each other once more as Taehyung’s shirt was discarded. Taehyung firmly gripped Jimin's waist and gently guided him down onto his back. His hands drifted downwards to the band of Jimin’s pants. He unbuttoned them and pulled down the zipper, Jimin’s breath hitching at the slightest relief of pressure.
Taehyung leaned back, gazing down at Jimin for any sign of reluctance as he hooked his fingers into the waistbands of his pants and boxers. Jimin only stared back at him with blown pupils, panting heavily as he slowly drew the clothing down. Jimin’s cock hit his stomach with a slap, Taehyung’s mouth watering at the precum glistening on the head. His eyes roamed Jimin’s body as he mindlessly tossed his bottoms aside.
Taehyung had seen Jimin’s body countless times, but he had never seen him like this . Vibrant shades of red colored his fine skin, arousal flushing his cheeks and torso, Taehyung’s love bites adorning his neck. The tattoo on his ribcage stretched widely with each labored breath he took, his leaking cock twitching as Taehyung’s eyes focused there.
Taehyung reached out and gently cupped Jimin’s balls. Jimin whimpered, his cock and balls jumping from the touch. Taehyung leaned down and pressed a kiss to the base of Jimin’s cock. He slowly peppered kisses up his length, massaging his balls every bit of the way. He stopped just below the head of his cock, looking up at Jimin through his eyelashes. He stuck his tongue out and gave a kitten lick over the smooth, salty skin. A moan escaped Jimin, balls pulsating in Taehyung’s grasp as his cock throbbed against his lips.
Taehyung licked him again, more generous this time around as he wrapped his lips tightly around the head of his cock and sucked. Jimin gasped, back arching off the couch as Taehyung’s tongue rolled and burrowed into his slit. A hum echoed in Taehyung’s throat, his taste buds pleased by the precum coating his tongue. He took Jimin’s entire cock into his mouth with ease, massaging his balls as he swallowed around him. He bobbed up and down, lewdly slurping as his tongue ventured over every inch of his cock. Jimin was panting, eliciting pretty little whimpers here and there. Taehyung let go of his grasp on his balls and extended one of his digits, dragging the slender finger down Jimin’s taint.
Jimin shivered from the sensation, a deep moan escaping him. Taehyung’s cock stirred from the pornographic sound, repeating the motion and sliding down farther to his asshole. Jimin groaned once more in pleasure, Taehyung feeling the pucker of his hole on his fingertip. Taehyung’s lips came off Jimin’s cock with a pop. He shifted back and down, bringing himself to the level of Jimin’s ass. Jimin’s eyes doubled in size, snapping his knees together.
“W-what are you doing?”
“Gonna eat you out,” Taehyung said. Jimin didn’t say anything, continuing to stare in bewilderment at him. Taehyung’s heart thumped anxiously. “Unless…you’re not okay with that?”
“No, it’s fine. I um—” Jimin suddenly looked embarrassed. “It’s just…not something I’m used to.”
Taehyung’s heart sank. Jimin’s ass was a marvel deserving the utmost worship, when was the last time it was properly admired? As far as Taehyung was concerned, it deserved to be spanked, eaten, and filled with cum every single day.
He would gladly give Jimin’s ass the love it deserved.
Taehyung nodded his head, goosebumps rising over Jimin’s skin as his hands grazed his thighs. “I’ll take good care of you, okay?”
Jimin’s adams apple bobbed, and he nodded his head, legs relaxing a bit. Taehyung looked from Jimin to his ass, slowly licking over his lips. He gently pushed on Jimin’s thighs, guiding them to part. He pressed soft kisses to his thighs and kneaded the area, both his lips and hands trailing downwards. He stopped kissing when he reached the lines of Jimin’s asscheeks, leaning his head against his inner thigh. He watched intently as he massaged the fat of Jimin’s ass, pulling his cheeks apart to stare at his hole. It was a pretty shade of pink, fluttering wildly with each exposure. His mouth was watering again.
“Jerked off so many times thinking about eating your ass,” Taehyung groaned.
He should have felt ashamed from the confession—who just flat out admits that to their best friend? He didn’t care, though, and Jimin didn’t seem to, either. A whine escaped him, his hole winking excitedly. Taehyung couldn't curb his craving any longer. He dove in with a sloppy kiss, lips loudly sucking on his rim.
Jimin cursed, hands flying to claw into the cushions. “Fuck! Oh, fuck .”
Taehyung’s cock throbbed from the filthy cry. He grabbed Jimin’s asscheeks and pulled them apart, pressing more kisses to his hole. The sound of his lips smacking and Jimin’s moans shook the walls of his apartment. Jimin’s rim fluttered wildly, fiercely winking with each movement of his lips. Taehyung had never kissed an ass that felt so tight, mind reeling as he reveled in the feeling. He spread Jimin’s cheeks to fully expose him, hole puckering as it was tugged. Taehyung stuck his tongue out and flattened it, leaning in to lick a fat stripe over the ring of muscle. He repeated the motion, slowly, meticulously, truly taking his time to cherish the taste of Jimin’s hole, the way it quivered on his tongue. Jimin sucked in shaky breaths, his entire body trembling.
“T-Tae…Tae— shit, ” Jimin whined. His quaking legs moved to close shut, overwhelmed by the drag of Taehyung’s tongue against his hole. But Taehyung stopped him, snapping his legs apart.
“Keep your legs spread, baby.”
The pet name spilled effortlessly past Taehyung’s lips, just as it had all the times he’d imagined having Jimin like this. Jimin groaned, hands finding Taehyung’s head and pulling on his hair. He didn’t voice any more objection, putting his timidness aside and allowing himself to enjoy the unfamiliar pleasure. Taehyung lapped hungrily at his hole, moaning as he deeply burrowed his face between his cheeks. He was dizzy, panting tirelessly as he tried like a madman to lick, kiss, and suck Jimin’s rim all at once. He pressed his tongue against Jimin’s hole, just barely breaching the ring of muscle. Jimin let out a cry, sitting up on his elbows.
“Shit! Tae, w-wait!” Jimin tried, attempting to close his quaking legs.
Taehyung didn’t hear Jimin. He couldn’t, driven insane by the feel of Jimin’s rim mercilessly squeezing his tongue. Jimin grunted as Taehyung ripped his legs apart, pushing his thighs flush against the couch. Jimin writhed, falling onto his back and arching with a deafening moan as Taehyung shoved his tongue deep inside of him.
“Fuck! Oh, fuck,” Jimin choked out. His rim fluttered tightly around Taehyung’s tongue, drawing a low groan out of Taehyung.
Taehyung slowly drew his tongue out, Jimin shivering as the coarse surface slid wetly against his rim. He pushed back in quickly, lips pressed against his entrance as he swirled his tongue to stretch the ring of muscle. His walls clenched around him, so gloriously tight that Taehyung wasn’t sure how he could ever take his cock. He placed his thumbs on the outer edges of Jimin’s rim, spreading it as far as he could as he began to fuck him with his tongue. He burrowed deeply into Jimin’s heat, moving at a fast pace that made his mouth ache. Jimin’s moans were dirty and vulgar, his curses becoming incoherent.
Taehyung pulled away, forced to pause his admiration for Jimin’s ass as his jaw began to lock up. He stared dazedly at Jimin’s hole, glistening with his spit.
“Could eat you out all day,” he huffed.
He put his finger up to Jimin’s rim and curled it, moaning at the way it quivered from his teasing touch. Jimin gasped, toes curling as Taehyung sunk a finger into his heat. Taehyung licked over his lips, watching as Jimin’s hole constricted around him.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, Jimin-ah,” he said huskily. He grabbed the waistband of his pants and boxers, pulling them down to free his cock. His eyes rolled back as he wrapped a hand around his length. It was aching at this point, hot and red, precum leaking out of the head with each throb.
Jimin lifted his head, a small whimper escaping him as he took in the sight of Taehyung’s cock.
“Fuck, Taehyung…”
“What?”
“You’re so fucking big.”
Taehyung chuckled and lifted a mischievous brow. “And you’ve got the tightest fucking ass I’ve ever seen. Don’t know how you’ve ever taken a cock up here,” he teased, pushing another digit into Jimin’s heat.
A moan escaped Jimin, head falling back against the couch cushion. He began to rock his hips, moving down to meet the thrust of Taehyung’s fingers.
“I can take it. I want it. I deserve a fat cock splitting me in half.”
Taehyung squeezed his cock, nearly coming from the crude statement. He paused the motion of his fingers and sat up, moving to hover above Jimin.
“You do deserve it. I can fuck you right,” he murmured against Jimin’s lips. “I can make you forget all about him.”
Jimin’s eyes widened, his mouth gaping open in a silent moan as Taehyung pushed two more fingers past his entrance. He dug his fingers into Taehyung’s shoulders with a bruising grip, his hole trembling tightly around Taehyung. They kissed with fervor, tiny whimpers escaping Jimin as Taehyung rotated his fingers. Taehyung mouthed over Jimin’s neck, marking up the untarnished areas of skin.
“Where’s your lube?” Taehyung asked in between kisses.
Jimin gave a small nod, signaling to the end table beside them. “Drawer,” he panted.
Taehyung reached across to the aforementioned drawer, opening it and retrieving the small bottle of lube. He pulled his fingers out of Jimin and stood up, quickly kicking his bottoms off before returning to his place between Jimin’s legs. He popped the bottle of lube open, Jimin watching in awe as he pumped his cock with a coated hand. He pressed the bottle against Jimin’s entrance and squeezed. Jimin hissed as he was filled with the cool liquid, lube gushing out from around the edges.
Taehyung discarded the bottle and rubbed his fingers over Jimin’s hole, pushing the leaking lube back in. He grabbed his cock, holding it at the base, and lined it up with Jimin’s entrance. His rim twitched in anticipation as Taehyung gently pressed the head of his cock there. Taehyung leaned down again, pressing a kiss to Jimin’s lips and speaking softly.
“Gonna make you feel so good, Jimin-ah.”
He shifted his hips forward, guiding his cock past the tight ring of muscle. Jimin’s eyes fluttered shut, brows knitting together as he was filled with Taehyung’s cock.
“Ah, ah . Oh my god, Tae— ahh, ” Jimin blabbered, burrowing his face into the crook of Taehyung’s neck.
Taehyung was just as affected, grunting and moaning as he sank deeper and deeper into Jimin. “Goddamn, baby, how are you so tight ?” he asked through gritted teeth.
Jimin’s rim clenched around Taehyung’s cock, so strong that Taehyung thought it might snap him in half. His walls swallowed him in a heat that sent shivers down his spine. It was unlike anything he'd ever experienced, making his mind race a million miles a minute. Part of him wanted to lay there and have Jimin cockwarm him for hours on end. The other part urged him to fuck Jimin so hard that he couldn’t walk right.
The animalistic, unhinged side of Taehyung won. He drew his hips back and snapped them forward, the sharp clap of his hips on Jimin’s ass echoing loudly. Jimin cried out, clutching the seat cushion and pillow behind him with a white-knuckled grip. Taehyung pounded into him with vigor, driving his cock as deep as he could. Jimin’s moans were cut off by each rock of his hips, his breath effectively knocked out of him. Taehyung felt faint, high on the ecstasy that Jimin emanated. But his hips stilled as a sharp buzz cut through the air.
He and Jimin turned to look over at his phone on the coffee table. Jimin had received a new text, Min-soo's name shining brightly on the screen. A preview of the message was legible from their position on the couch.
It should have been a pathetic apology, a desperate plea for Jimin to forgive him for all the torment and bullshit he'd put him through; but Min-soo proved once more what a deplorable prick he was.
New Message: Min-soo
Answer the fucking phone
Taehyung was seeing red, something reminiscent of a growl rumbling in his chest. A vile thought entered his mind, and without a second thought, he snatched Jimin's phone up. He slid his finger to open up the camera and switched to video, ensuring the entirety of Jimin’s flushed body, filled to the hilt with his cock, was in the frame. He hit the record button, eyes on the screen as he ran a splayed hand down Jimin’s chest.
“Fuck your man, I'll teach him a lesson.”
You could hear Taehyung's smirk behind the camera. He drew his hips back, cock glistening as he slid out from between Jimin’s asscheeks. He moved his hand down to grab Jimin’s ass and squeezed, fingers sinking into the fat as he kneaded the area. He pulled his cheek aside to expose his hole, his rim red and puffy as it stretched around his cock.
“Look at that pretty hole of yours. It’s so swollen,” Taehyung hummed. “Been treated real good tonight, huh? Got eaten out, fucked by my fingers. Now it’s getting stuffed by my fat cock.”
Taehyung slowly rocked his hips, drawing tiny whimpers out of Jimin with each slide of his cock. He moaned at the sight of Jimin’s swollen rim, greedily swallowing him and tugging on the head of his cock.
“How you feel, baby?”
Jimin nodded, slurring a response. “Good. S'good.”
“Sound so fucked up already, Jimin-ah,” Taehyung chuckled. “I'm not done taking care of you yet.”
The gears shifted immediately, Taehyung snapping his hips deep inside of Jimin. He fucked him rough and fast, so fast that Jimin could barely catch a breath in between his moans. Jimin was jarred by each thrust and Taehyung grabbed onto his thigh, keeping him in place to properly plow into him. Jimin cried out, squirming in pleasure as Taehyung found his sweet spot. His hole squeezed tightly around Taehyung’s cock, walls clenching down with dizzying force.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” Taehyung hissed between gritted teeth. He focused on keeping his hips at that angle, drilling his cock into Jimin’s prostate over and over again.
Jimin’s moans and whimpers grew louder, his cock violently throbbing and leaking on his stomach. He wasn't going to make it much longer; and neither was Taehyung. He thrusted a few more times before pulling out. He lightly smacked the side of Jimin’s ass.
“Get on your knees, baby,” Taehyung instructed.
Jimin nodded and shifted onto his knees. Taehyung cursed under his breath as he watched the screen, Jimin’s shining, gaping hole on full display.
“Look at that ,” Taehyung whistled. He ran his thumb around the abused ring before sinking in, pumping it slowly back and forth. Jimin whimpered and rocked back, seemingly desperate to be filled again. Taehyung curled his thumb, loving the mewl he drew out of Jimin. “Such a tight fucking hole. Just for me ,” Taehyung hummed smugly.
Taehyung removed his thumb and brought his hand down on Jimin’s ass cheek, Jimin releasing a vulgar moan as the skin lit up. Taehyung took a handful of the flesh and shook it, admiring the way Jimin’s entire ass bounced.
“The most fuckable ass,” Taehyung growled. He lined his cock up with Jimin’s entrance, looking at the screen to ensure the camera was angled perfectly. “Wanna split you open every goddamn day.”
They both cried out as Taehyung entered him, the new position allowing Taehyung’s cock to burrow even farther than before. He pounded mercilessly into Jimin, quickly finding his prostate again and driving him insane with each snap of his hips. Sweat was dripping from both of their bodies, intensifying the echoes of their skin slapping together. It made for a smooth spank, each wet smack of Taehyung’s hand against Jimin’s ass creating even more pleasure for them both.
Taehyung felt dizzy. He'd craved to have Jimin like this for so long. This was beyond his wildest dreams. The sound of Jimin’s cries and moans, the shakes and curls of his body, the way he swallowed and tightened around his cock. Jimin was the best thing Taehyung ever had; Taehyung wanted to make sure he was the best thing Jimin ever had.
It seemed like Taehyung was on the right track. Jimin was practically screaming in pleasure, his rim and walls constricting more and more with greater intensity. Taehyung spit into his hand and reached beneath Jimin, grabbing his cock. Jimin hiccuped as Taehyung began to pump him.
“Tae— ohh, Tae,” Jimin whined. He turned his head to the side, eyes rolling back. His brows pinched together, lips parting widely as a guttural moan escaped him. “F- fuck , Tae, I’m a - about to come!”
Taehyung tightened his grip on Jimin’s cock, directing what energy he had left into his hips. “Go on, baby. Come for me.”
Jimin’s cock twitched in Taehyung’s hand, releasing a piercing moan as he came. Taehyung groaned as his rim and walls contracted around him, nearly tearing up from the urge to come himself; but he had other plans. He milked Jimin, catching as much of his cum as he could, until he was completely spent, upper body collapsing weakly onto the couch. Taehyung pulled out and moved to hover just over Jimin’s ass, kneeling on one leg.
“Wanna get a nice cumshot,” Taehyung hummed, licking over his lips as he stared at Jimin’s backside. He jerked himself off with Jimin’s cum, only taking a few tugs before his own cum was spurting onto the small of Jimin’s back.
The ecstasy that coursed through Taehyung’s veins was divine. He didn't need to come inside of Jimin to feel like he was floating on cloud nine; just seeing Jimin like this was enough to send him into a state of euphoria. He was a sight to see, his asscheeks flushed red, the moon tattoo along his spine glistening with sweat, ropes of cum decorating the skin just below. He admired the view through the camera.
“A piece of art,” he hummed, his voice hoarse.
As Taehyung came down from his orgasm, he placed his hand lightly below Jimin’s throat. He gently pulled back, guiding Jimin up and onto his knees. Jimin fell back into Taehyung, head weakly collapsing on his shoulder. Taehyung flipped the camera view and held it up, both he and Jimin in frame. He smirked at the camera and pressed a kiss to Jimin’s cheek.
“Smile for the camera, baby.”
Jimin looked at the camera and chuckled, a dazed smile spreading across his face. Taehyung laughed and tenderly squeezed Jimin’s cheeks, turning him to the side. A small whine escaped Jimin as Taehyung pressed a firm kiss to his lips. Taehyung took Jimin’s bottom lip between his teeth and sucked, Jimin’s lip bouncing back into place with a pop when he pulled away.
But Jimin dove back in, kissing Taehyung deeply. Taehyung’s breath hitched, and he hit the stop button on screen, officially ending their raunchy film. He let it fall onto the cushions, taking Jimin’s face into his hands and kissing him amorously.
Jimin eventually pulled away and looked at Taehyung with a quirked brow. “Kim Taehyung, you never told me how nasty you are.”
“Well, you never asked,” Taehyung retorted.
Jimin laughed in response. He looked down at his phone on the couch, shyly chewing on his lip, and it suddenly hit Taehyung…
He and Jimin just made a sex tape.
The room suddenly felt like it was sweltering. Taehyung awkwardly cleared his throat and motioned at the device. “You can, uh…you can delete that, if you want. I just thought it would be something fun to send him. A big, fat ‘fuck you,’ ya know?”
“Oh, he’d be absolutely livid ! He hates your guts,” Jimin chuckled.
Taehyung blinked. “He does?”
“Yeah. He was jealous.” Jimin rolled his eyes. “He hates how close we are. He thinks you’re in love with me.”
Taehyung laughed. A little too loudly. “What?! That’s crazy!”
Jimin gazed at Taehyung for a moment, lips pursed as he thought. “Were you serious when you said you’ve thought about eating my ass?”
The room was bumped up to a thousand degrees again. Taehyung scratched the back of his head, avoiding Jimin’s eyes. “Um…yes.”
Jimin didn’t say anything. He simply stared at Taehyung and hummed thoughtfully. “Does that mean you like me? Or, does that mean you've just always wanted to fuck me?”
Taehyung’s heart stopped. He forced himself to look at Jimin. He never thought he’d have the opportunity to confess his feelings, much less the courage to do it. But as he stared into Jimin’s eyes, bright and twinkling as he awaited an answer, the confession came without a second thought. “I don't just like you, Jimin-ah. I love you.”
A look of relief washed over Jimin. He gingerly took Taehyung’s face into his hands and leaned in, locking their lips in a deep, amorous kiss. It sent an electrifying tingle up and down Taehyung’s spine, every hair standing on end. Jimin pulled back and shook his head.
“I don't know how it took me so long to realize it. After all these years and people I've dated, you're the one I should have been with all along.” Jimin laughed softly. “I love you too, Tae.”
A million ‘I love you’s between them, but they’d never made Taehyung’s heart skip like this. He grinned, warmth radiating in his chest as they exchanged another kiss.
Jimin grabbed his phone and unlocked it, going into his phone gallery. “I’m gonna send this, if you’re okay with that.”
Taehyung’s cock stirred at the thought of someone watching their debauched film. “Of course I am! I want that asshole to see how you deserve to be treated.”
“And rub it in that you fucked me way better than he ever did?” Jimin quipped.
“Exactly!” Taehyung shook his head as he fully absorbed Jimin’s words. “Wait, did I really?”
“You fucked me better than anyone , Tae.”
Taehyung broke out into a boxy grin. “Glad to know I succeeded in what I set out to do.”
Jimin giggled and proceeded to pull up the video, pressing the share button and selecting Min-soo’s contact. He sighed contentedly as the message was sent, then placed his phone down on the coffee table.
“What do you think he’ll say?” Taehyung asked.
“He’ll probably threaten to spread it and tell everyone I cheated on him.” Jimin shrugged his shoulders. A smile tugged on the corners of his lips. “I have ammunition, though. I have the receipts saved on my flash drive. I could easily call him out if I wanted to.”
Taehyung clapped his hands together and held one up. “You are a genius. Up top, baby.”
Jimin laughed and high-fived Taehyung, grabbing his hand and planting a smooch there. They turned to look at the door, caught off guard by sudden knocking. Taehyung stared confusedly at the door before he remembered.
“Food! I completely forgot I ordered dinner.”
“Yay! I'm starving,” Jimin said, climbing off the couch.
Taehyung followed suit, reaching for his clothes. “I ordered all your favorites.”
Jimin pulled his shirt over his head and stepped towards Taehyung. He combed his fingers through Taehyung’s messy hair, gazing at him lovingly. “Again—how did it take me so long to realize you're the one?”
“How'd it take me so long to finally confess my feelings for you?” Taehyung offered. Jimin gave him an inquisitive look, and Taehyung chuckled, giving him a peck on the forehead. “I'll explain it after we eat—”
Jimin’s phone started blowing up, dozens of messages flooding his screen. Taehyung and Jimin exchanged excited looks, Taehyung motioning to the device.
“—And after we read all those messages.”