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Jimin is a brat.
This is a well known fact. Anyone who has ever spent more than four seconds with Jimin knows this, and this fact is exactly what gets Jimin a face smushed into the ugly carpet on the living room floor ass beating from Taehyung.
It started with the last Jamaican Me Happy flavored wine-cooler that Taehyung had been practically wet dreaming about all day while he suffered at his horribly abusive coffee shop job. Taehyung is good at many things, making lattes for bitchy white ladies is not one of those many things. He suffered at work and wanted to die, the only thing that helped him through the day was his last stupid Seagrams Escape wine-cooler that was long distance seducing him from the fridge back home.
His dick literally got hard thinking about popping the cap off of the bottle, he day dreamed about showering in the sweet, sweet pink nectar of Jamaican Me Happy, it trickling down his body and leaving the orgasmic scent of watermelon and lemon and strawberry in its wake.
After work he barreled through his apartment door like the Kool-Aid man, drop kicked his sneakers across the universe(down the hall somewhere probably) and whipped the fridge open. There he stood, half chub and readied for his beautiful pink bottle but the bed in which it had slept was cold and empty.
Slices of cheese flew in every direction, cups of applesauce splattered the tiles and the cabinets, somewhere stuck to the wall was a picasso of noodles and Taehyung screeched into the void, “Park Jimin, you better be able to run fast because when I catch you,” somewhere in the living room Jimin shrieks, there’s the sound of feet padding into the distance, “I am going to cut you open and slurp my fucking Seagrams directly out of your stomach.”
He makes a cruel slurping noise as he marches down the hallway, taunting.
The door to Jimin’s room is indubitably locked, Taehyung triggers the doorknob violently, still screeching. On the other side of the door Jimin is shouting, “I cast you out, unclean spirit!”
“You seriously watch too many exorcist movies.” Taehyung grumbles, shakes the door again.
“In the name of our lord Jesus Christ! It is he who commands you! It is he who flung you from the gates of heaven to the depths of hell!”
“Jimin, sweet beautiful Jimin,” Taehyung coos, “please unlock the door for TaeTae, he promises not to rip your intestines from your body.”
“ Liar!”
Roaring, Taehyung drops to his knees to shove his fingers beneath the door, he wiggles them aggressively as though he’d somehow be able to manage to squeeze his entire body through the crack, “I am not lying, I promise I won’t use your bowels as a jump rope. Don’t you trust your bestest friend in the entire world?”
He hears Jimin shuffle closer to the door, can feel his presence directly on the other side. “Uh, not when my bestest friend in the entire world turns into a rabid murderer.”
“I literally just said I’m not going to kill you what else do you want from me, let me in Jimin I just want to… talk……..”
There’s rustling behind the door, “Promise?”
Taehyung crosses his free fingers behind his back, “Of course I promise.”
Slowly the lock clicks, Taehyung stands, presses against the door and tries to shove it open, Jimin halts him. A few seconds later the door gives slightly, enough for Taehyung to poke his head in.
“Is that your dresser? Jimin did you barricade the door?”
“You… are horribly frightening when you’re mad.” Jimin is still hiding behind it, he has a plastic baseball bat and a pillow strapped to his head with a belt, eyes wide with terror.
Taehyung sucks his teeth then feigns a rectangular smile, “False, I am not frightening I am beautiful now let me in.”
“Fine, but only because you’re pretty.”
The moment Taehyung can reach one arm through the crevice his fingers are latched to the collar of Jimin’s shirt, dragging him through the small opening, literally dragging, toy bat abandoned across the room. The threads of Jimin’s shirt audibly snap as he’s manhandled towards the doorway. “My favorite shirt you monster!”
Jimin falls to his knees and tries to crawl away, squeaking as Taehyung snags him by a single ankle. “Unhand me,” Taehyung grins smugly as Jimin’s nails scrape across the carpet, he tries to latch on to the door frame as they round the corner and continues shrieking, “nonononono no .”
“This is barbaric! Release me you pleb,” He desperately launches one of Taehyung’s hallway dwelling shoes in his general vicinity, it smacks him square in the nose and knocks him off balance.
“ I’m barbaric?! You just threw a shoe at me you child!” Taehyung is braced against the wall, one hand clutching his nose while Jimin clambors past him towards the kitchen.
“You threatened to use my innards as a jump rope!” Jimin shrills, Taehyung rolls his eyes and staunches the light flow of blood with the sleeve of his shirt(Jimin’s shirt), creeping slowly towards him. He thinks about his angelic beverage that is no more and he sees red-- pink he sees the fabulous fruity pink of his wine cooler and Jimin is such an impudent child Taehyung is going to destroy him
A frying pan propels from the kitchen pitifully, Taehyung dodges it, it bounces off the tiles off somewhere. Rounding the corner he sees Jimin cowering, crouched beside the fridge holding what looks like a spray bottle of kitchen cleaner.
“I’ll shoot, don’t think I won’t.”
“Hey, hey let’s be civil about this Jimin, no need to make any decisions that you might regret.” Taehyung takes a slow step, Jimin arms his Clorox bottle.
“Back up, Kim Taehyung.”
Taehyung relaxes, realizing his hackles were raised, his shoulders slouch back to a normal degree. “You drank my last one, Park Jimin.” He takes a couple more steps, Jimin’s eyes are narrowed. A small spurt flies from the bottle and lands on Taehyung’s sock. “The very last one, like you seriously couldn’t even just get me some more you are the worst best friend ever and I hate you.”
Jimin stands, squirting Taehyung’s toes again. “But I like them too!”
His socks are now wet and there is nothing, absolutely nothing worse than wet fucking socks and Taehyung screeches to the ceiling, pouncing on Jimin. He latches onto his wrist and yanks him dutifully towards the living room, Jimin leans backwards, grinding his heels into the kitchen floor but his stupid totoro socks have no traction and he simply slides until they reach the carpet. Taehyung flings him forward and he lands on his knees with a thump.
Now Jimin’s giggling wildly, breathless with laughter as Taehyung shoves him onto his belly. For .2 seconds he pitifully tries to roll back over but he’s giggling too hard to throw Taehyung off. His tight black jeans cling to his skin as Taehyung straddles his thighs, pressing him down. There’s not a whole lot going on in his head except Jimin, Jimin being annoying on purpose and Jimin’s stupid pillow helmet that’s somewhere in the hallway and Jimin’s stupidly tight pants that hug Jimin’s Stupid Thighs TM .
Jimin is still wiggling, trying but not really trying to get Taehyung off. His arms are folding under his cheek and he’s laughing, taunting Taehyung and telling him how the Jamaican Me Happy Seagrams most definitely made him happy. That… that breaks something inside of Taehyung.
He sits on the back of Jimin’s thighs, eyes up his jiggling ass, and lays down his hand hard against the softness of Jimin’s right cheek. The voluptuousness that is Jimin’s ass bounces back into shape, Taehyung’s hand stings kind of and Jimin goes still for a moment, just a moment before he’s back to laughing hysterically. So Taehyung keeps going, shoving Jimin’s shirt out of the way and he just fucking spanks the shit out of Jimin, hand coming down again and again each time harder than the last.
Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack
“Tae, Tae stop,” Jimin breathes out, now really wriggling beneath Taehyung. Jimin tries to cover his ass with his hand, Taehyung pins it to his back, he winces at another smack then whines. “Please!” For a moment he considers stopping, however they have a safe word. They have a safe word for when video games and board games get too intense, they have a safeword for when Jimin crawls into Taehyung’s bed at night and bites just a little too hard or when Taehyung bursts into the bathroom while Jimin is having some alone time in the shower, they have a safe word for everything. All Jimin has to do is say persimmon and he’ll stop, but he doesn’t, so Taehyung doesn’t.
Smack, smack
“You deserve this you little cretin,” Taehyung says and maybe he’s crazy, absolutely fucking nuts but when he winds up his hand again he’s pretty sure he sees Jimin’s hips lift to meet him, back arched to meet the blow of Taehyung’s palm. They both freeze briefly Taehyung’s palm open and resting on Jimin’s ass, then Jimin whines softly. Taehyung sucks a breath through his teeth, tightens his grip on Jimin’s wrist, pressing it down harder against Jimin’s back, the other boy keens.
Taehyung raises his hand again, the sound of skin-to-ass echoes and sounds like a shock in the otherwise quiet apartment, his palm stings, he flexes his fingers. Jimin writhes beneath him, gasping. There’s a soft pink creeping up the nape of Jimin’s neck as well as to his cheeks, Taehyung idly wonders what the soft skin of Jimin’s ass looks like beneath his jeans, just how red it was now. A bead of sweat drips from Jimin’s temple and it’s then that Taehyung realizes that Jimin was crying , his heart pangs. “Jimin?” He says quietly, he squeezes one of Jimin’s jean clad cheeks gently.
Jimin mumbles something into his free arm, unintelligible.
“Try again,” Taehyung whispers, brushing away Jimin’s hair from his face.
“Stop.” The hint of a smirk on Jimin’s face and the arch of his back, the wiggle of his ass says more . Taehyung watches him, Jimin nods curtly, almost invisible and then hides his face. God and he fucking presses back to Taehyung’s hand, chasing the feeling.
Oh.
Oh.
The crack that sounds through the air is almost as fucking orgasmic as the noise that Jimin makes, a moan and an inhale. Underneath him Jimin curves his back again, Taehyung lays two more down in concession, pausing for a second before giving him more, and more. And more.
Jimin’s body shakes, tears stream from his eyes but Taehyung hears him whispering things like “ Fuck Tae” and “Harder.” and “ Another .”
Jimin is beautiful, Jimin has always been beautiful. He was beautiful the first time they drunkenly made out at Hoseok’s birthday party, he was beautiful the first time Taehyung walked in on him during alone time and never told him to leave, he was beautiful during every experimental phase they’ve ever had. Their friendship was beautiful and fuck the way Jimin’s ass looks, the way it jiggles beneath each blow is disgustingly arousing.
“Fuck Jimin what do you want .” Taehyung breathes, bending over close to Jimin’s ear, his lips brush softly against his skin. “Tell me what you want.” He’s trying to ignore the wet spot of precum he has forming on his pants and he’s trying to go back to being angry about his stupid fucking wine cooler but Jimin . They haven’t had an… interaction in almost a month, which is fine. They usually start out of nowhere, a fight over the television remote ended up being the first time that Taehyung ever took anyone’s dick in his mouth, the first time Jimin took it up the ass was two of Taehyung’s fingers the night that they were playing twister after maybe a couple bottles of soju.
Jimin whimpers loudly, moving his hips up and down, rutting against the carpet. “I don’t fucking know Taehyung,” he breathes, “just shut up and keep going.”
Taehyung scoffs, “Brat.” He lands two smacks to Jimin’s ass, watching it bounce back into place like fucking jell-o. “Lift your hips idiot.”
Jimin does as he’s told, let’s Taehyung tug his jeans down over the swell of his ass. The tight red briefs he’s wearing are sinister and Taehyung lets out a hot breath through his teeth, runs both of his hands over Jimin’s cheeks, squeezing and kneading the flesh softly. Jimin whines lowly, tiny gasps escaping his lips. “Jesus you’re like a porn star,” Taehyung thinks out loud, slapping his open palm down a couple times.
Jimin is wincing when he says, voice hot and slick and so so fucking lewd does he kiss his mother with this mouth? “Am I a good porn star Tae?” He fucking sticks his ass in the air.
Taehyung wets his lips, spanks Jimin harder, four times. Hard enough to make his fucking hand throb and pull a curt cry from Jimin’s disgustingly erotic lips. “Pretty good.”
Somewhere in his mind he wonders just how bad this hurts, it has to be a lot. Slowly, Taehyung pulls the waistband of Jimin’s briefs down, they join his jeans just below his ass and holy fuck. Holy fucking balls. Jimin’s ass is a deep red, the faintest of bruises already forming around the edges, Jimin hisses at the cold air against his skin and Taehyung pats him softly, not liking how angry his skin looks.
“C’mon,” Jimin mumbles.
“Jimin.” He warns.
Jimin mocks his tone, “Taehyung.”
With a roll of his eyes Taehyung gives him one more, the hardest one yet. Jimin cries out loudly and halfway through said cry Taehyung realizes it’s a fucking moan and got Jimin’s ass is so fucking supple and round and fuck .
“I need to,” Jimin starts, words cut off by soft gasps, his hips swirl against the floor, “I wanna…”
Taehyung, without hesitation rises off of Jimin’s thighs, drags Jimin to the couch. He shoves him into the cushions, it sort of knocks the wind out of the kid but Taehyung doesn’t bother asking if he’s okay, just drops to his knees obediently in front of Jimin. He’s nestled between Jimin’s knees, eyes locked on the shiny red tip that peeks out of the waistband of Jimin’s underwear.
“You’re drooling,” Jimin is laughing at him, cheeks bunched up, eyes perfect little crescents.
Taehyung flips him off and makes move to stand up, “Fine, no world class blowjob for you you ungrateful wench.”
Jimin grabs a handful of Taehyung’s hair and brutally yanks, Taehyung hisses and falls back to his knees, tries lazily to remove the fingers from his hair, he doesn’t. Only locks their hands together.
“Puh puh puh-lease don’t do this to me” Jimin is whining, he grins and Taehyung can’t help but grin back.
“I might develop a st-st-stutter.” Taehyung finishes. Jimin’s lips are shiny and pink and Taehyung lurches forward, pressing their mouths together in a chaste kiss. He taps Jimin’s pink cheek with his fingers, it makes him lift his hips and Taehyung yanks off those brutal red briefs and stupid tight pants and ditches them somewhere behind them, from the sound of a thing breaking he assumes it’s a lamp but who cares. It was ugly anyway.
He kisses Jimin again, licking wet into his mouth. He tastes like fucking Seagrams Jamaican Me Happy and it infuriates Taehyung all over again. He takes his turn, yanking a lock of Jimin’s hair, forcing his head to the side.
“Kim Taehyung no marks.”
“ Kim Taehyung no marks.” He sticks his tongue out at Jimin, spitefully sucking a bruise into the pale column of Jimin’s neck, the juncture where it means his collar, and right behind his ear. Somewhere below Jimin’s waist his cock throbs, hard and leaking, soft moans come from Jimin, begging Taehyung to touch him. His hips thrust languidly upwards at nothing and finally Taehyung trails a hand slowly down Jimin’s chest, presses deeply into the softness of his hip before wrapping his long fingers around Jimin.
Hot and airy Jimin curses, fingers locking back into Taehyung’s hair as the hand on his cock starts to move faster. “Shit Tae, please.” Smirking, Taehyung leans forward to kiss Jimin again, he can’t not. He catches Jimin’s delicious bottom lip between his teeth and nibbles softly, he swallows Jimin’s sweet moans and licks the taste of berries off his tongue. “Wanna come on your tongue,” Jimin gasps, head falling back on the couch cushions.
Taehyung slows his hand, leisurely twisting his wrist while Jimin circles his hips upwards, Taehyung hums. “Say you’re sorry.”
“Right now?”
“It’s never too late to confess your sins.”
“My dick is literally your hand right now, Taehyung,”
“My Jamaican Me Happy is literally in your body right now, Jimin.” He trails his thumb over Jimin’s slit, “Apologize.”
“F-fuck, I’m sorry, please. ”
“Did you know that in some countries punishment for stealing is getting your hand chopped off?”
“ Taehyung”
Jimin’s begging, but an amused smile still dances on his lips as he gives Taehyung’s hair a soft tug, Taehyung laughs and unwraps his fingers from Jimin’s cock.
He starts at the corner of Jimin’s lips, nipping softly and licking over the tender spots, he moves down his jaw to lick a thick stripe down the column. The noises from Jimin are unholy and Taehyung will have to remember to drown this bitch in holy water later, later of course. After Taehyung is done sucking this bruise on his collarbone, the soft skin blooms with red and Taehyung feels triumphant.
“ Marks .” Jimin hisses.
“ Shut up .” Taehyung mimics.
Jimin giggles, his hand gently guides Taehyung downwards with a steady hand on the back of his neck until he’s nipping at the sharp jut of his hip bone, fingers teasing his shaft. It sends chills up and down Jimin’s spine and Taehyung relishes in the small goosebumps that rise over his soft skin, he gives Jimin a couple short jerks before lowering his lips to the head of Jimin’s pretty pink cock. He's being the worst fucking tease and probably also the worst friend ever as he just brushes the tip of Jimin's cock with his plush lips, the precum smearing on his mouth.
He wraps his lips around it, swirling his tongue over the slit wetly, he moans softly around it and Jimin groans, says something like look at me and Taehyung does, heavy lidded. Their eyes meet as Taehyung lifts from his cock with a lewd pop , he grins, tongue poking out to tease his slit, his hands cradle the softness of Jimin’s balls, rolling them softly.
Jimin gasps, “T-Tae fuck who taught you this shit,” Taehyung hums, licking a thick stripe from the base of his dick all the way to the tip as his free hand works in alternatingly slow and quick flicks. He presses kisses down the side of Jimin’s shaft, thick and wet before taking the length into his throat. Jimin instinctively jerks upwards, pressing the back of his throat, Taehyung has to steady him with a hand on the hip to prevent himself from choking to death. He can take dick, but not like that jesus.
“Behave and maybe I won’t beat your ass again for taking my stuff,” Taehyung teases, wetness drips from his lips, trailing back to Jimin’s dick.
The other boy’s mouth is dropped open, eyes nowhere else besides Taehyung’s lips, Jimin’s lips quirk up in a smirk just before he thrusts again into the back of Taehyung’s throat. Testing him. Jimin wants to be punished and Taehyung doesn’t know what to do with this information.
“Maybe I take that back,” Taehyung coos, he’s quickly stroking Jimin now, dropping spit down between his fingers to get it wetter, he goes faster. “Maybe I’ll bend you over the couch next time, show you who you’re messing with.” He murmurs, lips brushing over the bruises on Jimin’s neck, Jimin moans loudly and his eyes squeeze shut. Taehyung sees the beginning of Jimin’s O face starting to appear, he moves back down to his cock, jerking him off towards his lips.
“T-Tae,” he whispers, hips jerking. Taehyung takes him on his tongue again, humming encouragement while he squeezes one of his hips. “Tae m’guna-”
Taehyung kneels before him, tongue out, slapping the length against his tongue wetly, drool trails down his chin. “Come for me Jiminnie,”
Thick ropes of come land on Taehyung’s tongue and lips, contrasting his pink mouth and tan skin. Their eyes are locked together the entire time and Jimin moans so fucking loud that Taehyung’s cock twitches in his pants and he fucking moans too. He can barely stop himself from sucking Jimin between his lips, practically forcing every last bit of come from his body.
They’re both disgusting.
Dirty, disgusting little monsters.
“Please tell me,” Taehyung pants, “how you drink my last Seagrams and still end up getting what you want?”
Jimin shrugs, “I always get what I want.”
“You’re the worst!”
“You’re the worst. You hit me, a lot!”
“You liked it!”
Jimin purses his lips. “We’re gross. ” He’s still melted into the couch cushions. “Yeah I did like it.”
Taehyung blinks, “That’s... cool.”
Jimin hums.
“I did too, I think.” Taehyung says.
“Good.” Jimin says, voice hoarse. It occurs to Taehyung that Jimin likes to be spanked, hard . He isn’t sure what to do with this information besides lock it up and save it for later.
“Kim Taehyung. You have jizz all over you, all over your face… and your shir- that’s my fucking shirt!”
“Park Jimin.” Taehyung says, rolling off of him and onto the floor. He lays spread eagle. “You like to be spanked. And also I’m not sorry at all, you deserve jizz on your shirt.”
“You like to spank and also fuck you.”
Taehyung closes his eyes, “Fair enough, but like… it… doesn’t hurt?”
Jimin melts to the floor with him, dick out and all. “It does,” he narrows his eyes, “a lot.”
Taehyung turns, lazily looking at him. “You cried.”
“I cry all the time.”
“I don’t like making you cry,” Taehyung bites his tongue. He doesn’t know why he asks, “has anyone else… did anyone… have you?”
Jimin sighs, leans up on one arm and stares Taehyung in the face. “No, psycho nobody else. Just you.”
Taehyung grins, “Good. That’s good. Nobody else needs to see that dirty side of you, Park Jimin.”
Jimin snorts, his fingers find Taehyung’s. “Shut up, Taehyung, you love it.”
“True.”
“You love me.”
“Also true.”
“Wanna go shower?”
“Definitely.”