Bound to fall

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Taehyung looks down at him like he’s in pain, and Jimin hopes he is considering how long the man has already made the both of them wait. He reaches up and peels his shirt over his head which tousles his hair in a way that somehow makes him even dreamier, but then his hands are at his waist and he’s pulling off his bottoms and Jimin’s mouth starts watering immediately.

Eventually, he’s going to choke on it, but for now he can only lay back and watch as one of Taehyung’s hands grips the base of his cock and holds it steady while the other rolls a condom down his thick length — he’ll work up to taking Taehyung raw, he knows he’ll be able to convince him sooner or later.

He’s trying to be so delicate for Jimin, but his cock is borderline huge and as it splits Jimin in half and makes his eyes roll back. He loses all control over his mouth.

“Yes, yes, just— deeper, deeper,” he begs, swallowing hard — it hurts, and he tries to look down to see but only half of Taehyung is buried inside of him and that makes him toss his head back and make all kinds of probably embarrassing sounds.

He grinds back against it while Taehyung is trying to be gentle, hips rocking and stuttering at every too deep press, holding onto the sheets with a white knuckle grip while Taehyung pants above him and stares at his hole as he all but destroys it.

Once Taehyung’s hips are pressing firmly against Jimin’s ass, the man lets out a groan that has the hair on Jimin’s neck standing on end and his need building even higher — Taehyung has the capability to ruin him and he’s all but begging for him to.

Taehyung’s hands go to Jimin’s thighs, pushing them up and apart as he starts to fuck him, and everything about it feels heightened because he’s just gotten off only a few minutes ago and also the way Taehyung is looking at him while his hips start to move with purpose is enough for Jimin to lose any inhibitions and any shyness he could have thought about pretending to have.

“S’it good?” He asks, body being shoved up higher on the bed with each thrust, “s’it good, Daddy?”

“Fuck,” Taehyung groans, eyes closing and hips stalling — Jimin fights back a giggle, though he tightens up around the man’s cock very purposefully.

“I feel good,” Jimin murmurs, moaning loud and a bit exaggerated when Taehyung fucks back inside of him, but it turns very real very quickly when he doesn’t stop, fucking Jimin stupid into the bed. He wonders if he finally saw through Jimin’s lie and realized he could fuck him how he wants, or if he just can’t stop himself from holding back anymore.

Either option makes Jimin tingle.

“God, Tae-Taehyung, oh my god,” he gasps, his body trying to get hard through how over sensitive he feels — it verges on pain, but not enough for him to tap out, “fuck, I can feel you so deep.”

Taehyung sounds like he’s just been wounded just because of Jimin’s words, his hands both squeezing the fat of his thighs much harder, “you’re taking it so good, baby– so tight—”

Jimin nods, “s’cause you fit perfect in me. Wasn’t made for cock, Daddy, was just made for yours.”

“Jesus,” Taehyung shoves Jimin’s legs back, practically folding him in half and covering his body as he thrusts inside him, “you’ve been trying so hard to get fucked, haven’t you? Wanted it so bad?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he whines, back arching when one of Taehyung’s hands moves to his chest, teasing a nipple between two fingers, “didn’t you want me too, Daddy?”

“Tried not to,” Taehyung pants, sharp eyes looking down at Jimin before they close and he shudders, “could have been fucking you since you first tried — m’so sorry, baby, sorry I made you wait.”