Bound to You

Chapter 14

Jimin couldn't breathe.

Or rather, he could, but every breath took a great deal of effort, because his face was buried in the pillow and he was crushed under something big and heavy.

Before panic could settle in his sleepy mind, a familiar scent hit his nostrils. Taehyung. Of course it was him. Half of his body was on Jimin, a leg slung over his waist, strong and firm in all the right places.

Jimin breathed out and then almost laughed. The whole thing was bizarre. Relief was the last thing he should have been feeling in this situation. He couldn't be that stupid to think he was safe with this man, regardless of the fantastic dicking he'd gotten last night.

Thinking of last night certainly didn't help his morning wood. It also didn't help that Taehyung had a death grip on him, arm across his shoulder. Jimin was basically trapped. And was that...? Yep, the hard length pressed against his ass was unmistakable.

Biting his lip, Jimin listened. Taehyung was still asleep, his breathing steady and slow.

God, it was all so very unfair. Jimin had always had a bit of a thing for assholes, authority figures, men who looked like they could crush you and not break into a sweat—and Taehyung was all of those things. It was as though Taehyung was a perfect blend of all the wrong traits Jimin shouldn't be drawn to but was.

He shouldn't have let Taehyung fuck him. He should have left when Taehyung had given him the choice; Jimin knew that. Except he didn't want to spend another night listening to some woman's annoying moans. He was the one who had given Taehyung that erection. It was his.

Great. Apparently, now I am getting possessive over the guy's erection. Totally not weird.

Jimin squirmed a little, trying to dislodge Taehyung and get out of bed, but it was an exercise in futility. Not only hadn't he managed that, but all the squirming only turned him on and Jimin found himself flushed and panting raggedly under Taehyung's body, unsure whether he wanted to get up after all or not. Scratch that, of course he wanted to—he could barely breathe and he was sticky inside and out—but his traitorous, silly body was perfectly content to remain where it was, underneath the man who had him kidnapped for god-knows-what reasons.

He squirmed again half-heartedly and his breath caught in his throat when Taehyung's erection poked between his cheeks, catching on the rim of his hole.

Taehyung grunted and tensed up against him, his breathing no longer steady. Teeth scraped Jimin's neck.

"I want to fuck you again, Jimin, so badly. I want to fuck you without a condom," Taehyung muttered in his morning voice, in the filthiest way possible.

Jimin shuddered. The fact that Jimin wanted it, too, shook him to his core. Sex without a condom was the deepest form of intimacy, something that required complete trust in your partner. Jimin never let anyone fuck him without one. Wanting it with this man was pure madness. Hahaha, you need therapy.

Deeply uncomfortable, Jimin said, "Taehyung, you're crushing me."

After a moment, Taehyung rolled off of him and lay on his side, propping himself up on an elbow.

Breathing out, Jimin turned his head to him. Taehyung was eyeing him intently, his hazel eyes still a little hazy from sleep, raven hair sticking up in all direction. He looked soft, unlike the filth he was uttering seconds ago.

"Don't even think about it," he said, trying not to ogle Taehyung's wide shoulders and muscular chest too blatantly. He failed miserably. "I'm not letting you fuck me without a condom. I never let anyone do that."

A corner of Taehyung's mouth twitched. "Is that honour reserved for your nice man?"

There definitely was a mocking edge to his voice when he had said the word 'nice.'

Jimin scowled. "Maybe, maybe not. But a man who has a new woman every night definitely doesn't get to do it."

The bastard actually grinned, a bright boxy smile. Jimin was bedazzled. "You're cute when you get jealous." Before Jimin could tell him how ridiculous it was, Taehyung leaned in and licked the corner of Jimin's lips. "Go brush your teeth. I want to kiss your pretty mouth."

"Your morning breath doesn't exactly smell like roses, either," Jimin grumbled, though his morning breath was fine really.

"Evil men get leeway," Taehyung said, his face dead serious. "It's in the 'How to Be Evil: 101.' Latest edition."

Jimin couldn't stop a giggle. A wide smile appeared on his face, eyes forming crescents. The smile was brighter than the fucking sun outside.

Taehyung stared at him with a strange expression. "You have sixty seconds to brush your teeth, pretty. Then you're going to return here, suck on my tongue, and sit on my dick."

It was rather embarrassing how fast Jimin rolled out of the bed and made a beeline for the bathroom.

At least, Jimin consoled himself later, he had enough willpower to insist on a condom.

Small comforts.