Intoxicating [VMinkook]

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Often - The Weeknd

(Lol anyways)

Rough hands slithers up a thin silhouette of a waist, slowly outlining the perfect shape all the way down to the hips. Open mouth kisses and quiet moans is exchanged between the swollen mouths when hands grip the round ass, guiding through every grind against the harden dick by the pelvis.

Just like how Jimin likes it.

There's no telling how long Jimin and Taemin have been going at it like this, but they're trying to prove something.

And it's something they're both fighting to uphold right now.

Much more determined, Jimin grinds slow yet hard against Taemin's pelvis so suddenly. The male at the second end jolts his hips up and perhaps shutters a groan but he didn't give in to the pressure on his dick, only grips harder to Jimin's ass and pushes his lips harder against his as though he's devouring it.

Jimin is losing it.

His legs are practically trembling and his whines are more desperate past his lips, moaning softly when Taemin massaged his tongue against his as he takes full control over his-

Ring!

Ring!

Ring!

The two pulled away, breathless now, staring into each other's eyes almost in shock but then wide smiles reflects each other's lips.

Maybe Jimin's is more wider.

"I win."

Taemin rolls his eyes playfully and kisses Jimin's cheek as Jimin goes to turn off the alarm, feeling a sense of accomplishment by hearing it ring.

They lasted a good 10 minutes making out and not once did it escalate or did they stop. This was a little test they wanted to do, since Taemin strongly believed that they wouldn't last five minutes without Jimin wanting it to go further.

Of course Jimin wanted to prove him wrong, so while they were making out it's obvious that Taemin was trying so hard to get Jimin to break. No, Jimin is no weak bitch so of course he didn't give in. But he was very tempted.

Taemin does know how to get someone to break so easily, specifically Jimin.

With a smug grin Jimin waves his phone to Taemin's face, "Look at this! I win! You owe me a carnival date!"

A mocking face reflects back to Jimin from Taemin's expression as he grabs Jimin's phone and turns it off right to his face, flicking it off somewhere that had Jimin gapping his lips.

"My phone! Hello you asshole, I can't enjoy shit now these days-"

Taemin clasps his hand on Jimin's lips, his eyes now icy cold when he tightens his grip.

"Gatita," Taemin growls quietly under his breath, forcing shivers to dance down Jimin's spine, "I don't want you to get distracted."

And abruptly Taemin slams Jimin down to the bed, hovering over his delicate body before grinding his lips against Jimin's swollen mouth, biting hard over his bottom lip that forced a growl from Jimin's throat as he presses harder their lips together hungrily.

When Taemin began to grind his hips down between Jimin's legs, that loud moan was definitely real and close to a pitch higher. His legs found their way to wrap around Taemin's torso, unraveling himself when Taemin's hand grips his thigh while the other presses on the bed beside his head to keep himself steady.

But they were both losing a lot of self control.

If they continued, there's no telling if they would even stop.