innocence; vmin

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A/N: sorry for leaving so many of these notes ahh :') this is kinda turning into just a smut book and I really didn't plan for that but like... who's gonna complain ;) also oops but the kinks in this kinda remind me of Watched afsjfkhl

I also just fucking realized that you're not supposed to make out this soon after getting a tongue piercing but hey fuck you this is a fanfic not a documentary. I'm pretending those bitches are completely healed.

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Once again, Taehyung had been dragged to Jimin's house, this time neither waiting before getting down to business. It was like they were both addicted to each other, albeit for different reasons.

Jimin was on top of Taehyung and was grinding mercilessly, earning strings of moans and curses. After the previous day, he decided he wanted to be the one in charge.

He stopped what he was doing and pulled off both his and Taehyung's shirts, tossing them to the side where the rest of their clothes soon followed. He reached into the drawer where Taehyung thought he would take out the lube but was met with a surprise.

Sitting on the bed was a pair of black handcuffs and matching cloth, the lube making an appearance, as well.

"What are you up to, Park Jimin?" Taehyung asked, raising an eyebrow at the boy. He didn't get an answer, instead being instructed to put his hands behind his head. He obliged and soon felt the handcuffs tightly securing his wrists together. The fabric was also tied around his eyes, completely blocking his vision.

"So I can't see or touch you?" He asked with a pout.

"You can't take control, either." He could almost hear the smirk in Jimin's voice. "If you do then I leave you like this."

"You're so cruel," Taehyung whined before feeling movement in the bed.

"It's a shame you won't be able to see this," Jimin sighed, though a hint of a laugh was heard. "I'm going to prep myself for you and you can't even watch.

Taehyung's jaw tightened when he heard the first shaky moan escape his lips, each one that followed making his muscles tense up more and more, especially when Jimin teased him about how badly he wanted him to touch or look at him.

Suddenly, Jimin crawled on top of Taehyung. "Remember what I said," he teased, coating the younger in lube. "No taking control."

Taehyung growled when Jimin finally lowered himself onto him, knowing he was going to go way too slow for his liking. After adjusting, his speed was surprisingly normal. He let out exaggerated moans as he bounced and grinded.

"Don't you just wish you could touch me?" He asked breathily, followed by a high pitched moan. "I bet want to put your hands all over my body." This was the point where he started slowing down, making sure to take his time as he rocked his hips back and forth.

It took all Taehyung had not to buck his hips upwards or fight against the handcuffs. He wanted nothing more than just a replay of the previous day, but he couldn't deny that this was pretty hot, too.

The younger let out a whine, the sound coming out strikingly similar to a whimper. "Stop being a tease and go faster," he ordered digging his nails into the back of his own hand. To his dismay, Jimin stopped altogether.