donnievt

BTS [vmin], scritta per il cowt11 sotto il prompt "ti porterò in paradiso".
Rating: nsfw
Warnings: /

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“What do you want from me? How would you like me?”

Taehyung whispers in Jimin’s ear, his fingers slowly brushing at his entrance, and Jimin twitches and whines pathetically, tugging at Taehyung’s hair weakly, before answering, lips slack from pleasure.

“I want you any way I can have you.”

And Taehyung melts under his words, eyes glazed over with images of them both in all sorts of wild, erotic scenarios, the ones he wants to shift to reality tonight – because no matter how many times they lose themselves between sheets and pillows or hide in cramped, empty closets to get each other off after concerts: there’s still this ridiculous craving on their bodies, fumbling and searching for the other in ways they still have fun discovering, trying and fitting their pieces together carefully like a perfect puzzle, impossibly hungry for all the touches that are just soft and hard enough to make them dizzy and satisfied.

And maybe, Taehyung thinks, that’s because his best friend is also his best lover. Jimin knows him more than anyone else and Taehyung doesn’t feel shy exposing himself fully, heart in his hands, transparent for Jimin to see how he still aches for him.

Jimin struggles with the way Taehyung’s fingers press on his rim, eager to feel them inside him, wanting more, always more. But Taehyung knows how to make love softly, unhurriedly despite the burning feeling of their skin covered in sweat. Knows how to make Jimin beg for his cock with a hint of frustration in his voice – and Jimin lets Taehyung tease him, so desperate for more but having absolutely no desire to rush him. They have all the time in the world, and today’s all about Jimin’s desires.

So Taehyung takes his fingers away, makes them travel all across his body, the softest of touches – and it makes Jimin feel delicate, like his skin is fragile and precious. It makes him feel so adored, almost worshipped, with the way Taehyung keeps calling him angel, my angel.

And then Taehyung smiles as he presses his fingers to Jimin’s soft red lips, and Jimin takes them in his mouth straight away, lets them slip inside to press on his tongue.

“Get them wet for me.” Taehyung’s voice is deep and raspy, and Jimin loves him like this, too dangerous for his own good. Jimin sucks on Taehyung’s digits, taking them deep as his tongue works between them, eyes locked on Taehyung the whole time. He can feel his own spit slipping down over his lips to his chin, and when Taehyung pulls his fingers away, there’s a trail of saliva still connecting them to Jimin’s gorgeous mouth. “Good boy. You’re so good for me.”

Taehyung then kisses him as Jimin’s legs spread wider still beneath him. He takes his time to admire Jimin, how he’s beyond pretty in his pleasure, eyes heavy lidded and chest and neck a gentle rosy pink, swollen lip caught between his teeth and his hair fallen forward in his face – and he looks utterly wrecked with anticipation. Love looks so good on him.

“I’m gonna take you to heaven, angel. Just like you deserve.” Taehyung says, reaching down, pressing the pad of his wet pointer finger to Jimin’s entrance, again.

Jimin just smiles, sweet, hot – ethereal. Almost divine. So perfect for him.

“I already am, Taehyungie.”