Clinically In Love [Vmin-BTS]

Chapter 32: <○Pillow Talk○>

A/N: The first part is Taehyung's dream.
And... All im saying is that i love praying. Praying is good. Praying is nice. I just... yeah.

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Credit to owner of pic in the media^^

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He stood at the door, seeming way too far for Taehyung's liking. The light from the other room cast a simple shadow over the figure before him, seeming as dangerous as his eyes were. But Taehyung knew exactly who it was. After all, he'd have been a fool not to.

Satin. The bedsheets in Taehyung's range of touch felt like satin. The slight chill eating at his skin told him that his hoodie was at least two thirds away from revealing his body's top half completely. Taehyung didn't know where he was, nor how he'd gotten there. But somehow it didn't matter--not with Jimin there...

"Oh, aren't you looking all adorable and scared, Tae...?"

Taehyung's heart raced as Jimin's words reached him with a dangerously playful growl, the sneer on his lips completely obvious. He could barely see the older's face, but somehow, he could feel the want in Jimin's gaze. He could see the flash of his tongue glide over his lips and he stared down at Taehyung's bare chest. And as expected, Taehyung felt his impatience stir.

Neither of them said anything as Taehyung tried predicting Jimin's first move. He balled the bedsheets in his fists, suddenly feeling the urge to rid himself of the hoodie that hung limply over his torso. And after a few more moments of silence, Taehyung watched as Jimin's figure glided closer to the foot of the bed, the dangerous smirk still plastered across his face.

"Well... Let me put you out of your misery then..."

Jimin's silhouette approached stealthily in the dark, reaching the foot of the bed in no time. Taehyung slid himself back across the bedsheets until his back hit the headboard, his heart racing as he waited in the dark. He felt the bed droop slightly under Jimin's weight, felt himself melt under Jimin's hands. His fingers travelled up his thighs slowly, before tugging at the buckle of his waistbelt teasingly. And with less than a second to spare, Jimin positioned himself right on Taehyung's lap, removing the rest of the hoodie from around the younger's waist.

Taehyung felt his breath hitch in his throat as Jimin lowered his head, his soft lips brushing against his bare skin gently. His skin tingled after every kiss planted for him, each and every one becoming hungrier than the next. Taehyung could feel Jimin smiling slightly at the tiny whimpers he tried to hold back. But Jimin kept his kisses steady, making sure to nibble at the younger's skin as he pleased.

"I wanna hear you, Tae," he whispered, sitting up straight to place his hands at Taehyung's chest.

And with a soft chuckle, he moved his hips slowly, grinding his way steadily against Taehyung's hardening bulge.

"Tae... Make some noise..."

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"Holy fuck!"

He bolted his way up straight, his forehead soaked, his hands shaking. He looked around wildly, trying to figure out his surroundings in his room's darkness. His heartbeat worked the way his breaths did, neither of which acting as steady as usual. And Taehyung finally felt around him for a wake-up, for any sign that he wasn't going insane.