Your Blush Is My Favorite

jimin thought taehyung looked the best like this. doe brown eyes glossy with tears, lips bitten swollen, cheeks flushed from arousal. jimin thought he looked lovely. turning taehyung into nothing more than a blabbering mess of whines and low pitched moans was his favorite. until his mind was filled with nothing but him, jimin, jimin, jimin. "no, no, no- please- why did you stop?" taehyung whined loudly, tears rolling down his cheeks. jimin easily soothed a hand through the fringe flopping in his eyes before cupping his cheek. "baby's getting so worked up." his thumb rubbed across his bottom lip. jimin cooed when he subconsciously parted his swollen lips. "hm? we just started and you're already so desperate tae." he whined, high pitched and squeezed his eyes shut. "no." "no?" "jus' wanna cum." "i know you do, sweetheart." taehyung peered up with pitiful, glossy eyes. "but we can't have you cumming so soon." jimin faked a pout. "still wanna play with my baby. you're gonna let me play with you, right baby?" he arched his back as if giving jimin the permission to do whatever he wanted with him. and who was jimin to say no? "please, please- i'm a good boy. won't c*m- won't c*m unless you say. i can be good." jimin cooed and leaned down to press a sweet kiss to his lips. he indulged him when taehyung deepened the kiss. "always my good boy." he pressed their foreheads together for a split second and pressed a light kiss to his lips. "you're always so good for me, taehyungie." taehyung breathed out a sigh of bliss when jimin started rocking into him again. one of jimin's favorites things about him was how vocal he was. the sweetest moans would fall from his mouth and it would always encourage jimin. there weren't many times when taehyung was quiet, even when he thought he was. "jimin, jimin - ahh- minnie." a sharp gasp tore through his body when jimin started to thrust against his prostate. "m'so full, gonna- gonna c*m soon, minnie. wanna c*m so bad." his whines gradually turned more frantic. jimin groaned lowly when taehyung tightened around his c**k. "look at you," he breathed out, hips still snapping at a brutal speed, "you're dripping, baby." taehyung glanced down and he was in fact leaking precum against his stomach. he whimpered at the sight. the head of his untouched c**k was an angry red, demanding to be touched. "such a big c**k, don't even know how to use it, hm?" jimin teased his fingers along his shaft, tearing another whimper from him. "always have me do all the work while you lay there like a pillow princess." he finally wrapped his hand around his shaft. "just good for taking c**k and that's it. isn't that right?" jimin gave him a lazy stroke when he mumbled something incoherently. "hm? what was that, princess?" "your cock." he licked his dry lips. "jus' your cock." jimin hummed, almost bored, but the twitch against taehyung's prostate was evident. "i guess it can't be helped." he sighed. "baby wouldn't even know what to do if i gave him the chance to f**k something other than my fist." "minnie," he sobbed out a moan, stomach clenching with arousal. "i can, baby can." "yeah? baby thinks he can make me feel good?" jimin started to relentlessly pound into taehyung's hole. "you can't even answer my question, tae." "m'sorry," he cried, "m'sorry, jus' feels so good. wanna c*m so bad." his hands scrambled for something to grab, anything. jimin easily slid his hands into his while keeping up his thrusts. "please, please, please. i can't, i can't, s'too much-" "you can." his c**k twitched mindlessly against his stomach. a mini puddle of precum had already gathered before his bellybutton. he was already feeling that familiar clench in his stomach. "minnie, m'gonna c*m," his back arched with a high pitched moan, "can i? can baby c*m? please, please. i've been a good boy, baby's been good." "no." taehyung sobbed. "i can't hold it, jimin please, i can't." jimin's hips suddenly slowed. the drag against taehyung's walls no longer so harsh but his thrusts were still so long and deep. he gave his hands a squeeze before pulling away to place one on taehyung's hip and loosely around his c**k. "been so good," his thumb rubbed against his hip, "you can wait a little longer. just a little more, sweetheart." taehyung sniffled. "and then i can c*m?" "that's right, baby. and then you can cum." his c**k throbbed in his hand. his hand was smoothly guided by the precum. "that feel nice?" he cooed. "finally something touching your c**k?" "yes." he sobbed. "s'good." jimin's lip caught between his teeth as taehyung continued to moan about how good it felt and how badly he needed to c*m. jimin felt his own impending o****m in the pit of his stomach. seeing taehyung like this would never not drive him crazy. "such an ungrateful boy," he teased, watching taehyung's lips part in a pant, "can only think with your c**k. should leave you just like this. that's what you want right? just to be filled with my cock." "ahh, minnie-I-" jimin thumbed at his tip. "hm?" "no, no- I-" "no?" "yes." he cried. "want to be filled with your cock." his eyes that had shut long ago pried open and jimin wiped the tears that slipped down his cheeks. "could just leave you here," he groaned, thrusts quickening, "use you to c*m and put your pretty c**k in your cage." taehyung tightened around him. "tease you for days, not letting you cum." he fingers dug into taehyung's hip, "but you look so fuckin' pretty when you c*m. don't know how long i could go without seeing your face when you fall apart." taehyung hurt. he just wanted to c*m so bad. "gonna c*m, m'gonna cum." his back arched, c**k furthered pushed into jimin's tight fist. "please, mmfh, minnie. making m-me feel so- ahh- so good. m'so close. can i c*m? baby can c*m now? can't-" he gasped, eyes flying shut, "sorry, m'sorry, gonna c*m-" jimin groaned, working the head of taehyung's c**k just how he knew he liked, angling his c**k right against his prostate, making sure to hit it relentlessly with each thrust. "f**k, you can c*m, baby. waited so patiently just like i told you to. let me see you c*m, taehyungie." jimin watched, savoring every second, as taehyung finally fell apart under him. his o****m was silent, as it usually was. his lips parted as silent pants escaped, rosy blush spread across his cheeks, eyes blissfully shut, he looked so lovely. jimin loved when taehyung was on the verge of cumming, he was so vocal, so ready to please. he loved taehyung after an o****m just as much. just as vocal, if not more, and just so pliant. he was reduced to nothing more than overstimulated gasps and moans. jimin released the now painful grip on his c**k and gripped his hips tightly. "jimin, jimin, jimin-ah." he chanted variations of his name endlessly. his mind was empty, only thoughts of jimin swarming around. "minnie." jimin felt his stomach clench as he released a low groan. "do you want me to stop?" "no, no, no- baby can take it. don't stop, please don't." jimin knew he was close, he only needed that little push. taehyung looked up at him with hazy eyes, still disoriented from his o****m, and whined softly, "please use me." and f**k, it only took jimin a few more thrusts until he was cumming inside of him. praises mindlessly dripping from his lips like honey. he braced his hands next to taehyung's head so he wouldn't crush him with his weight even though he was smaller than him. taehyung whimpered, lips dragging against his ear, when his c**k got caught between their stomachs. jimin hummed lowly against his neck and pressed light kisses to the damp skin. his head was forced up seconds later when taehyung threaded his fingers through his hair. he wasn't allowed time to mourn over the unfinished hickey when he pressed their lips together. it wasn't all that coordinated, mostly just panting into each other's mouths, but nothing usually was after taehyung came. he usually was reduced to a sleepy, pliant mess. jimin pressed their foreheads together again. "you okay?" he whispered. taehyung pressed a light kiss to his lips, licking softly into his mouth. he sighed when jimin sat up and slowly pulled out. "feel light." jimin rubbed up his sensitive thighs and pressed a kiss to his stomach. "my ass feels loose." he snorted and pushed taehyung's knees closed. "understandably." taehyung only smiled lazily, one of those smiles reserved for solely after he came. "you're okay? wasn't too rough? anything you didn't like?" his legs spread again when jimin grabbed the wipes on their shared nightstand. "no," he sighed blissfully, "you're usually a lot rougher," his nose scrunched, "meaner." he squeaked when jimin bit the inside of his thigh. "i didn't say i didn't like it." he whined pitifully. he whined more when jimin forced a pair of boxers over his ass. "let my d**k breathe." jimin rolled his eyes and threw the used wipes in the trash bin under their night stand. taehyung manhandled him until all his limbs were securely wrapped around him. he sighed blissfully and nosed against jimin's hair. "you smell like strawberry lube." jimin sighed but couldn't help but smile as he turned in taehyung's arms so he was facing him. he swept his sweaty strands of hair from his face and kissed his nose. "go to sleep, taetae." he pushed his lips out subtly and jimin happily indulged him, nibbling gently on his bottom lip. it really should've just been a peck but when it gradually turned into a little make out session he couldn't say he was surprised. "taehyung-ah," he scolded trying to sound strict when he brushed his boxers, it probably didn't work from the way taehyung giggled sleepily. jimin smiled and forced a final peck to his lips, ignoring his whine for 'just one more, minnie.' "aish, so needy." he squeezed his cheeks, "my needy baby." taehyung seemed pleased with this, snuggling further into jimin and turning ever so pliant. "i love you, jimin-ah." jimin would've just been a bad boyfriend if he hadn't given him just one more kiss and jimin was no bad boyfriend. end