Providence of the Universe

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Jimin doesn't even have time to feel disappointed that his cock doesn't get attention. Taehyung is rolling him onto his side in a second, lifting his knee up and whispering into his ear to stay still.

He's grateful for the comfortable position, eyes fluttering closed because tiredness takes over him as he waits for Taehyung to come back. He doesn't doze off, but he relaxes so much that he gets startled when Taehyung’s hand settles on his hip.

"Gonna prep you, baby," Taehyung whispers into his ear.

Jimin nods but twists to the side to look back at Taehyung. "Can we go slow, please?"

Taehyung smiles sweetly and leans down, kissing him gently. His tongue licks into his mouth and his teeth nibble on his lower lip before he's going back to just kissing him. It's chaste, slow, sensual. Jimin finds that he wants to turn around and hug Taehyung to his chest. But Taehyung shakes his head and leans back.

"Don't you want me to fuck you, baby?" He asks, a teasing tone to his words. "Gonna start with my fingers and turn you into a desperate mess before we even get started," he promises.

Jimin nods, pecking his lips one last time before settling back into his previous position. Taehyung’s hand slides down the line of his spine, settling on one of his ass cheeks and squeezing softly before it's gone again. The next time Jimin feels him again, he shivers, lube being rubbed over his rim.

"Lift your knee higher," Taehyung murmurs into his ear and Jimin obeys.

He lifts it up until he can feel the stretch and closes his eyes when Taehyung rubs a single finger over his rim, slow, teasing, making him push his ass back in search for more.

Thankfully, Taehyung gives him what he needs soon enough. He presses his lips under Taehyung’s ear, his chest to Jimin's back and his finger slipping easily past his rim. Jimin gasps at the feeling, still. It's a bit overwhelming because it's Taehyung who's behind him, slowly thrusting his finger back inside.

He thrusts and stays there, circles his finger inside of him to stretch him open. He slips out and thrusts his finger inside once again, prodding at his walls, whispering against his skin how tight he is, how good he feels, how good he'll feel when Taehyung is inside of him.

Jimin nods.

"I'll make you feel good, baby," he promises.

Jimin hums.

"I know you will, hyung. You always do."

With that last promise, Taehyung takes his finger out and the next time he thrusts in, there are two fingers. Jimin welcomes the stretch, pulling one of the pillows to his chest and hiding his face in it and letting himself go. Taehyung’s lips continue to trail down his neck, reassuring and calming, a deep contrast to his fingers, moving quicker, faster, circling around in search for his prostate.

When he finds it, Jimin's body turns into fire and he moans before being able to contain himself, his body curling in pleasure. Taehyung abuses the spot, rubbing over it incessantly, making Jimin whimper into the pillow.

"So good," Taehyung whispers against his ear. "You sound so pretty, baby."

Jimin finds it hard to reply. He keeps his face hidden and moans louder because he just can't help it. Taehyung’s long fingers make him feel better than anything he's ever experienced.

Unfortunately, Taehyung doesn't take that much time on that. He quickly stretches Jimin open until he slips in three fingers and doesn't take that much time on that either.