vminkook smut - @darkfiremochi on ao3

It's Okay If It Hurts

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"Your breath stinks," Jimin groans, though he doesn't make much of an effort to get away from him.

"I love you too," he chuckles as he plants a kiss right on his lips. "Come on, Jiminie. Play with me." He grins and wiggles his butt, trying to entice him, but Jimin just glares up at him, clearly not in the mood. His hands still reach around to grope him though and Tae sighs appreciatively. "Ahh...need you inside, baby..."

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Taehyung's birthday celebrations had been pushed back a little this year because of their packed schedules, so when he finally has some time to relax and spend it with his favorite people, he wants to scream and roll around in his happiness. He wakes up cuddling Jimin and peppers the other man with kisses until Jimin is grumbling in his sleep that it's too early, why are you awake Taehyungie—

Taehyung just giggles and kisses up Jimin's neck to his jawline, smiling as Jimin tries to pull away but to no avail. When at last he accepts his fate, his eyes slowly opening, Taehyung rolls him onto his back so that he can properly kiss him and rock their hips together under the blankets. Jungkook is nowhere in sight—probably passed out in his room editing videos again—but Taehyung doesn't have time to think about that right now. He's got Jimin under him looking like a whole snacc and he wants to play a little before the day officially starts.

"Your breath stinks," Jimin groans, though he doesn't make much of an effort to get away from him.

"I love you too," he chuckles as he plants a kiss right on his lips. "Come on, Jiminie. Play with me." He grins and wiggles his butt, trying to entice him, but Jimin just glares up at him, clearly not in the mood. His hands still reach around to grope him though and Tae sighs appreciatively. "Ahh...need you inside, baby..."

Jimin's eyes widen only slightly before he takes control of the situation, his hands yanking Taehyung's underwear down to his thighs so that he can slip his fingers between his cheeks. Tae whimpers above him and takes a few deep breaths, his mouth falling open as Jimin teases his finger over his rim.

"J-Jiminie," he gasps, his hands clenched in the bed sheets, his hips grinding down, his whole body responding to Jimin's touches. He lifts his head to see Jimin's concentrated face, how hazy his eyes have become, how eager he is to please him, and Tae smirks. "Love your fingers, baby," he moans. "Love the w-way you tease me."

Things probably would have escalated if there wasn't a loud knock at the door followed by Seokjin yelling, "Get up you two, we're having a group meeting!"

Jimin groans beneath him and Taehyung almost wants to cry as Jimin slides out from under him and stands up from the bed, looking around the room for his clothes. Taehyung stays pouting in his bed, even after Jimin's fully dressed.

"Are you coming?" Jimin asks, looking away from the mirror as he brushes his fingers through his hair. The same fingers that were just inside Taehyung.

He's totally not bitter. Not really. Group meetings were necessary, especially after their whirlwind schedules. They needed to see where everyone was mentally, so yeah, he gets it. It just sucks that it had to happen right when Jimin was about to fuck him silly. He sighs dramatically and rolls onto his back staring up at the ceiling with an even bigger pout.

"Taehyungie," Jimin says, in that way that says he's fond but also annoyed. "We can continue later. I promise."

"I know," he mumbles.

Jimin rolls his eyes and leans down to press a kiss to his forehead. "I'll go down first. Don't make the hyungs wait too long, okay?"

Tae nods, though he drags his feet getting dressed, not even bothering to fix his hair. As he shuffles his way to the main living room, he sees Jimin sitting prim and proper on one of the chairs, his legs crossed, his hair near perfect like he didn't just wake up. Jungkook is sprawled out on the couch beside Hoseok, who is absentmindedly carding his fingers through the maknae's hair. Yoongi sits on another chair while Seokjin and Namjoon have planted themselves on the floor in front of the couch. Taehyung decides to make his way over to Jimin and plops himself right down on his lap, ignoring the snickers from the others. Jimin wraps an arm around his waist to keep him steady, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips.