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Jimin loves the weekends.
He’s off of work and can finally relax. And by relax, he means laying in bed all day and doing absolutely nothing.
It’s much needed though; being a teacher isn’t nearly as easy as people think. He’s drowning in lesson plans, grading worksheets, and planning activities. By the end of the week, the stress and exhaustion seep into his bones, so now is really his time to decompress.
Although, all he’s managed so far is scrolling through his phone. He did take a shower, but he hasn’t even attempted to put clothes on. And it’s probably going to stay that way until his boyfriend comes home.
Just the thought puts a devious smile on his face. It has been awhile since they’ve had sex, given the fact that once Jimin returns home after work he practically sleeps the rest of the day away.
When Jimin glances at the time, he realizes Taehyung will be walking through the door any minute. That’s when a wicked little idea sparks in his head.
He pads over to the dresser, pulls open the underwear drawer, and digs until he finds the tiniest thong he owns. Just a thin scrap of fabric, barely anything at all. His lips curl into a smirk.
Taehyung will love this.
Minutes later, Jimin is sprawled out comfortably on his stomach, chin propped on a pillow, legs lazily kicking as he scrolls through his phone. The afternoon light washes over his bare skin, warm and golden, catching the curve of his ass perfectly.
The thong is completely swallowed between his cheeks, invisible until he shifts, the faintest flash of the white string peeking out where his ass meets the curve of his back. He’s buzzing with anticipation, unable to focus on the video playing from his phone anymore. Especially when he hears the telltale signs that his boyfriend is home; the click of the front door, sound of jingling jeys, ans the thudding of footsteps getting closer and closer and…
Their bedroom door pushes open.
Taehyung’s usual greeting dies on his tongue, the view knocking all of the air out of his lungs. He nearly drops his bag in the doorway. His boyfriend looks so innocent, casually scrolling like this isn’t intentional—but that perfect, plump ass is right there in front of him, round and jiggling with every tiny movement. Heat floods his body in an instant, his cock twitching in his pants.
“Baby,” Taehyung croaks, throat dry as his eyes lock on the sight, “what are you doing?”
“Mm, watching videos.” Jimin answers casually, not looking up from his phone.
“Naked?” Not that he’s complaining, not at all. God, it’s the complete opposite.
“I’m not naked.”
Now Taehyung’s confused, blinking hard as his gaze trails over smooth, bare skin. He takes a slow step closer, eyes raking over those sinful cheeks. “W-what do you mean?” he asks, voice rougher now, like he’s already half-gone.
Jimin holds back a giggle, because he has Taehyung right where he wants him.
He can’t help the smirk that spreads across his face and sets his phone down. Then he reaches back with one hand, fingers disappearing between his cheeks until one hooks the thin white string of the thong and tugs it out, stretching it just enough for Taehyung to see where it had been swallowed up.
Taehyung groans so loud his knees nearly buckle. “Fuck.”
The thong snaps back into place, vanishing between the fat globes like it was never there. Jimin glances over his shoulder, smirk turning devilish. “See? I’m not naked.”
And Taehyung does not hesitate to take the bait, already yanking his shirt off, crawling onto the bed with dark eyes fixed on Jimin’s ass. “Baby… you’re fucking killing me.”
Jimin smirks at the comment, knowing that he was right; Taehyung can never resist him.
Every ounce of Taehyung’s composure is gone—vanished. It’s replaced with this feral energy, a hungry need to devour his boyfriend right this minute. He crawls up the bed, fists sinking into the soft flesh of Jimin’s ass. His cock is already painfully hard just from the sight of it, and he can’t resist. He hooks a finger under the thin strap and yanks it upwards.
It’s insane how sexy the sight is; the thin string is damp with arousal, pretty clit visible through the tiny string.
The fabric pulls tight, the thong disappearing even deeper between Jimin’s cheeks until it’s stretched to its limit. Jimin gasps, body jolting, a high-pitched moan spilling out as the string presses flush against his clit.
“T-Tae!” he whines, hips arching involuntarily, body not knowing whether to pull away or push into it.
Taehyung groans, the sound raw and desperate. He holds the thong taut for a moment, savoring the way Jimin squirms under the pressure, then lets it snap back hard against his skin. The lewd little yelp Jimin makes nearly has him spilling in his pants.
“God, baby… you don’t even know what you’re doing to me,” Taehyung growls, voice low and ragged. His hands roam over Jimin’s body, sliding up the curve of his back to the nape of his neck, then gliding back down, tracing the line of his spine. Every brush of his fingers leaves a trail of goosebumps across Jimin’s smooth skin, making it impossible to think, impossible to stay still.
He just can’t help it. Jimin can’t either, judging by the way his arches his back deeper and wiggles when Taehyung’s hands stop moving.
His palm comes down with a sharp smack against Jimin’s ass, the fat cheeks bouncing beautifully before settling. A sharp gasp resounds in the room, and Jimin jutts his hips out, as to ask for more. And who is Taehyung to deny him? He places another smack. And another. Each one harder, more deliberate and elicting loud moans out of Jimin’s throat.
The sound of skin-on-skin fills the room, mixing with Jimin’s moans and whines. The jiggle is hypnotic, the way his ass ripples with every slap, the thong string digging deeper, making his pussy ache with arousal.
“Fuck, look at you,” Tae pants, giving another brutal slap, watching both cheeks shake wildly. He squeezes them roughly, spreading them apart just to see how the thong cuts in tight. “Moaning from me giving you a wedgie… you’re fucking filthy, baby.”
Jimin’s face is buried in the pillow, muffling his cries, but he’s trembling, slick dripping onto the sheets below now from how much the pressure is turning him on.
“D-don’t stop—“
Taehyung can’t take it anymore. The thong’s soaked, Jimin’s thighs glistening, and the little piece of fabric digging into him just makes Tae growl with frustration. With one rough tug, the string snaps right out of place, leaving Jimin bare and dripping in front of him.
“Couldn’t wait another second,” Tae pants, tossing the ruined thong aside. His hands grip those fat cheeks, spreading them open greedily. The sight of Jimin’s pussy glistening makes his cock twitch, precum smearing against his boxers.
Before Jimin can even whine at him, Taehyung’s mouth is on him, tongue flattening against his folds, licking a long, slow stripe before diving in deep. Jimin gasps, hands clawing at the sheets, moaning helplessly.
Then a smack resounds in the room. Taehyung’s palm comes down on one cheek again, making it jiggle while his tongue is buried in Jimin’s cunt. Jimin screams into the pillow, body jolting from the mix of pain and pleasure.
“Fuck, Taehyung—” Jimin cries, thighs shaking. The more he squirms, the harder Tae smacks, the louder the filthy squelching of his tongue gets as he devours him.
Taehyung pulls back just to groan against his skin, lips glistening. “Taste so good, baby. Can feel you dripping all over my chin. You like it when I spank you while I eat your pussy? Hm?”
“Yes! Yes Tae—fuck.”
Another smack, harder, making Jimin’s ass ripple before Tae dives back in, sucking on his clit until Jimin’s screaming and writhing with pleasure. Tae moans like he’s drowning in it, gripping Jimin’s ass tighter, not letting him go.
“Gonna—mmh—gonna cum!”
Taehyung pulls off Jimin with a wet pop, chin dripping, eyes wild. The whine that fills the room is loud and feral, Jimin’s about a couple of seconds away from letting the tears that are welling up go.
“Can’t have that yet.”
His cock is aching in his pants, straining against the denim material. He yanks them down clumsily, revealing his boxers that are already damp with precum. With frantic hands, he pushes those down as well until his heavy cock springs free; the tip an angry red, wet and glistening.
“Fuck, I need my cock inside,” he growls, voice wrecked, chest heaving.
Jimin’s already arching his back, presenting himself, cheeks glistening from spit and slick. He looks back over his shoulder and God does he look wrecked already—eyes hazy, lips trembling, cheeks flushed pink. And fuck, the sight makes his lungs stutter; Jimin is the definition of beautiful.
“Please, baby.” The plead comes out shaky and soft, his bottom lip trembling in a pout. Jimin shakes his hips as an invitation, the fat of his cheeks rippling at the movement.
That’s all it takes. Taehyung grips Jimin’s hips and lines himself up, pushing forward in one hard thrust—sinking in to the hilt. Jimin wails, clawing the sheets, face buried in the pillow. He’s full—so full—Taehyung is stretching him out in the best way. The pain of the stretch leaves almost as fast as it came; now his body is filled with overwhelming pleasure.
Taehyung groans deep, almost choking on his own breath. “Fuck—your ass is so fat, baby—look at this—”
He smacks one cheek and watches his cock disappear completely between them, swallowed whole. Nothing but the bounce and jiggle of Jimin’s ass as he starts fucking in and out, hips snapping harder with every stroke.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” Taehyung groans like it physically pains him how beautiful the other man’s body is. He’s seen it a million times by now, but he’ll never get tired of his perfect curves, golden honey skin that’s so soft to the touch.
Both hands grab fistfuls of cheek, spreading and spanking them just to see that perfect view of his cock vanishing over and over again.
Jimin’s voice cracks, high-pitched and desperate. “So deep, so deep—oh my god—”
“Yeah, baby,” Taehyung pants, rutting harder now, “taking me so well. So good for me.”
Every thrust makes the bed slam against the wall, Jimin’s cries growing louder as the sound of wet squelching fills the room.
Jimin whines are muffled in the pillow, body trembling as Taehyung slams into him. Suddenly, he reaches back with shaky little hands and spreads his ass cheeks apart, desperate to feel Taehyung deeper.
The effect is instant; his lover nearly loses his mind.
“Fuck, baby.” Taehyung growls, eyes glued to the sight. Jimin’s tiny hands struggle to hold those fat cheeks wide open, knuckles white, and Taehyung’s cock is pounding in and out of his drenched pussy, slick dripping down his thighs.
And then—god help him—the pretty pink rim of Jimin’s asshole winks at him with every thrust, glistening under the light.
“You’re gonna make me cum—fuck.” Taehyung groans deeply, voice breaking. He grips Jimin’s waist so hard the skin might bruise, hips snapping faster, his balls slapping against Jimin’s soaked folds.
Jimin’s moaning shamelessly, back arched, thighs shaking. “Ngh, I can feel you so deep—“
Taehyung can barely think straight, staring down at the obscene view. His cock disappears completely, swallowed by Jimin’s pussy, while that tight pink hole clenches and winks right above it, begging for attention.
“Fuck—fuck—you’re dripping all over me, baby,” Tae pants, smacking one cheek again just to see it jiggle under Jimin’s own grip.
He smears his thumb over Jimin’s tight rim, just testing, and the reaction is instant; he yelps into the pillow, thighs kicking, back arching high.
A litany of swears leave his mouth, whole body clenching from the shock of sensation. His pussy gushes around Tae’s cock, wet squelches echoing through the room.
That’s it.
Every shred of control that Taehyung still had snaps. His hips slam forward harder, balls smacking against Jimin’s swollen pussy lips. His thumb circles Jimin’s asshole again and again, pressing just enough to make Jimin whine.
“Mmm, look at you,” Tae growls, voice dropping deep and wrecked. “Little hole begging for me. Mm, wanna fuck your ass.”
Jimin gasps, turning his flushed face just enough to peek back at him, eyes glazed over with lust. His hands are still spreading his ass wide, cheeks trembling under the strain, putting his pussy and ass completely on display.
“Y-you do?” he pants, voice breaking into a moan as Tae presses his thumb just a little harder. “Fuck, Tae. Say it again.”
“Wanna fuck this ass, Jiminie,” Taehyung snarls, smacking one cheek so hard it leaves a red handprint, then thumbing over that tight, winking hole. “So fucking fat, so fucking tight.”
Jimin whimpers, body shuddering, juices dripping onto the sheets below. “T-Tae, I’d let you—fuck—I’d let you, just keep fucking me—“
Taehyung groans the second those words leave Jimin’s lips, his cock twitching deep inside the tight heat. The dirty, desperate plea lights him up like fire.
“Yeah?” he pants, hips pistoning into him while his finger circles that tight little rim. “You’d let me fuck this ass?”
Jimin’s whole body shivers, eyes rolling back as he keens into the mattress. “Fuck! Yes! Yes, Tae—you can fuck my ass whenever you want—just don’t stop.” His voice breaks on the last word, high and needy, legs trembling as he spreads himself wider, offering everything.
Taehyung growls low in his throat, the offer so enticing right now, but he can’t bring himself to pull out of this tight, wet heat. Instead, he grips Jimin’s hips even tighter and thrusts in faster. Jimin gasps and cries out, arching, grinding back.
Taehyung smacks his fat cheek again, watching it ripple at the motion. The sight has him moaning loud, guttural, his whole body on edge. Jimin’s body is unreal, and every time he has the privilege of seeing it he feels like the luckiest man in the world.
“So pretty ,” Taehyung moans out, “all mine.”
The praise has Jimin moaning prettily, pushing his hips back to meet every thrust Taehyung has to offer. Jimin cries, cheeks spread wide in his own little hands, offering himself up even as his thighs shake violently.
Taehyung grips those fat asscheeks in both hands, spreading them wider, watching as his cock slowly disappears into that perfect hole. The visual alone nearly undoes him.
“Just listen to you,” Tae growls, hips pushing deeper inch by inch until he’s halfway in. “Moaning so fucking loud, baby.”
Jimin thrashes his head against the sheets, drooling onto the pillow, his voice breaking with every sound, “Right there, don’t stop.”
Taehyung can’t stop if he tried. With a guttural moan, he slams the rest of the way in, their bodies meeting with a loud smack of skin against skin. Jimin screams out, high-pitched and wrecked, his fat ass rippling from the force.
And Jimin is utterly gone, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes, can’t help how his moans are growing louder and louder. His back arches violently, fingers digging into the sheets to the point his knuckles whiten. Shivers shoot through his body uncontrollably, every inch of him on fire.
“I’m coming—oh god baby I’m—” he cries, and suddenly, a warm gush splashes across the sheets. Jimin’s hips jerk erratically, the squirt soaking everything; the fabric of the sheets, Taehyung’s cock, his thighs. His pussy clenches around nothing, a tremor of pure overstimulation running through him.
Taehyung doesn’t pause. He holds Jimin’s hips tight, slamming in again and again, each thrust driving him deeper and making Jimin’s moans pitch higher, more desperate.
The sight of Jimin’s body writhing, spread wide, his pussy glistening in the dim light, sends Taehyung over the edge. He groans, his cock pistoning relentlessly, utterly consumed by Jimin’s tight, dripping pussy.
Jimin cries out again, his voice breaking, “Oh fuck—again—gonna squirt again—” His legs tremble, as yet another gush of liquid rushes out, absolutely soaking the sheets. It dribbles down his thighs, and Taehyung groans at the pretty sight.
Taehyung leans down, face brushing Jimin’s ear, growling low, “That’s it baby, so good, so perfect for me.” The last few words are breathless as his hips stutter, his pace faltering.
“Mhmm, fill me up, Taehyung,” Jimin moans out, and fuck he loves to hear the sound of his name rolling off his boyfriend’s tongue. Jimin sounds impossibly sexy and pushes Taehyung right to the edge. With a grunt, he buries himself as deep as he can go and releases his load, warm ropes of cum pumping into Jimin’s throbbing pussy.
The breathy moans leaving Jimin’s mouth sound like music to Taehyung’s ears; driving him to thrust even deeper as he rides out his orgasm.
It’s not long before his body goes limp, his strength giving out, and he falls onto the mattress beside his lover. He pulls out slowly, pressing soft kisses all over Jimin’s face to distract him from the sudden emptiness.
“I love you so much,” Jimin mumbles as he cuddles into Taehyung’s frame; tangling their legs together and burying his face into his neck.
Taehyung smiles softly and presses a kiss to Jimin’s forehead, then his cheeks, then finally his plump lips, “I love you so much more.”