Taehyung's boots make too much noise as he climbs up the steps of the empty bleachers. The cheers don’t stop though and when he settles on the very last step, Jimin hasn't even turned around to look at him.
A shiver runs through Taehyung. He stuffs his hands in his pockets, his fingers curling around the polaroid he found slipped under his door just a couple of hours ago. He fights the urge to pull it back and look at it again. When he first saw it, excitement, liquid hot, pooled at the base of his spine. It made him pause before picking it up. This little game he and the cheer captain have been playing for a few weeks now has started to fuck with him. The sheer fact that he's started to look forward to these little naughty clues has been keeping him up at night.
He's Kim Taehyung. He's not just bragging, that just his life. His family name holds weight - golden weight - and his own name is known all across campus, falling off lips whispered with either envy or want. He's top of all of his classes, he's already in position to be a T.A next year and there is already talk about making him valedictorian at the end of the year. He studies hard but he parties hard as well and he's never lacking company.
He has it all and he makes the most of it, never stopping long enough to stick to anyone but then one friday night, Hoseok dragged him to a football game and Taehyung's eyes landed on the cheer team's captain. More accurately, he hadn't been able to look away from his sculpted legs in the blue and yellow skirt. He doesn't know how but three hours later, he was getting fucked in a frat house bathroom and Park Jimin was whispering filthy things in his ears while Taehyung moaned.
And somehow, even though he’s never seen Park Jimin before then, he started seeing him everywhere. And they kept ending up in compromising positions (usually on their knees).
The week after that game, they found each other queuing in the same coffee shop and somehow, Taehyung found himself kneeling on a dirty bathroom floor, his head buried under Jimin's skirt as he sucked him off.
The week after that, Taehyung fell asleep while studying in one of the private rooms in the library and was woken up by Jimin's rose petalled lips wrapped around his cock.
The following week, they bumped into each other at a party hosted by the med students and Taehyung discovered that being choked was indeed a kink for him.
And again and again and again.
Taehyung doesn't do attachments of the romantic kind. He loves friendships, needs stability and loyalty in his life. He knows a lot of people and has formed a lot of interesting and deep friendships with them but he doesn't do romance. He's got nothing against the notion, he actually looks forward to a future where he gets to settle down with someone, share all of himself with them. Right now however, he feels too young for it, too busy, too wild. There's something untamed wrecking havoc inside his chest, something hungry that wants to eat the world raw. Something he hasn't been able to satiate.
Until he saw Jimin in that skirt.
He feels his finger catch in the corner of the polaroid and his toes curl inside his doc martens. The wind picks up, ruffling Taehyung’s blond hair and Jimin’s skirt. Taehyung feels need prickle all over him.
Jimin sent him a polaroid of the lollipop tattooed on his left ass cheek. In the back he'd written in his precise and curvy handwriting ' come watch me lead since you like me in control so much .'
As far as clues go, this one wasn't too hard to decipher. Usually it takes Taehyung a good minute to understand the pictures and attached messages Jimin leaves him.
"Again! From the top. Jisoo, sweetheart, that was beautiful," Taehyung hears Jimin say. His voice is firm but gentle. He has a hand on his hips and his skirt is short enough that Taehyung can see the tiny white shorts Jimin wears underneath during practice. Taehyung doesn't understand why but those shorts drive him wild. It's not like he hasn't seen Jimin entirely naked many times now but somehow the thought of Taehyung skimming his fingers just under the hem, feeling the curve of Jimin's tight, perfect little ass makes him lose his control every single time.
It's so fucking stupid. All of it. Jimin makes him feel like he's never been touched before, like he has never touched anyone either. When Jimin has his hands on him, Taehyung feels like they're the beginning and the end of everything. Like they're alone in the entire universe. Which, considering the fact that they generally fuck in public place, is hilarious.
(That's not entirely true. This thing has been going on for long enough that they've fucked in each other's beds by now. Jimin has a tooth brush in Taehyung's en suite. One time Taehyung had taken care of a drunk Jimin, drove him back to his own place and rubbed his back while he puked his guts out. The next morning, Jimin had ridden him slowly, each slow roll of his hips feeling like Nirvana, like gratitude. Another time, Taehyung had been stuck in his room, studying for midterms and Jimin had brought him sushi from his favorite place. He'd brought enough food for two so Taehyung invited him in. They ate together and then Jimin helped him study. Later, when the moon was full and Taehyung was feeling too soft for his own good, Jimin fell asleep with his head on Taehyung's lap and a sleepy smile on his lips. The next morning, Jimin had fucked him hard and fast but that didn't help. It only made it worse.)
(Jimin keeps taking up more and more space and in the beginning it was the skirt's fault but now.)
(Now Taehyung does know what to do.)
(He fucks other people. He lets other people fuck him. There are a lot of other people who want him, who let him take the lead. But it somehow leaves him hallow. No one seems good enough. No one seems to understand his hunger. No one but Jimin has managed to turn the beast inside of him into a pet. And that bothers Taehyung. Not necessarily the fact that the beast was tamed but the ease with which Jimin did.)
“And five, six, seven, eight,” Jimin says as he joins his squad. His movements are precise and fluid at the same time. He’s graceful and in control; completely in his element.
Even from a distant (or maybe because he has watched Jimin perform too many times), Taehyung can see his heady gaze and how his lips are ever so slightly parted. Like a tease, an invitation but it's really just a leure. Jimin only wants people to think they can have him, can taste heaven and hell just by watching him but Jimin never lets anyone too close. He knows he is art and people should only look at him from afar, never close enough to touch.
People except Taehyung apparently. Taehyung has has the indecent pleasure of touching Jimin; sometimes it feels like the softness of Jimin’s skin lingers on his fingertips long after they've seen each other. There's power in that, Taehyung knows. It lights him up from the inside out, awakening his senses and throwing fuel to the blazing hunger of is ever increasing need.
Taehyung curls his fingers inside his pocket, crumpling the polaroid slightly.
It's not that Taehyung isn't used to beautiful people, he's had many under him, it's more that Jimin is the kind of beautiful that catches you off guard, claws at your insides, demands your attention. He's the kind of beautiful that sticks to your lungs and makes you lose yourself. He's the kind of pretty that distracts you, pulls you away from your own thoughts, makes your fingers itch.
The kind of lovely that makes a fool out of you.
"Woo!" The squad cheers one last time, holding the position for five seconds, unnaturally gleeful smiles on their faces, before relaxing and coming back to themselves. Jimin's eyes are on him now and Taehyung feels glued to the spot. They look at each as the team claps and pants, pompoms dropping to the floor and complaints mixing with encouragements rise in the air around them. The wind ruffles Jimin's skirt again and Taehyung swallows, his fingers wrinkling the picture in his pocket irreparably. Jimin's lips tug slightly at the corner, cocky and desirable, like he knows what Taehyung is thinking about just by watching him. Jimin purses his lips in a small kiss before winking and turning back to his squad.
Heart racing, Taehyung noisily leaves the bleachers.
He's annoyed and horny and he just wants to forget everything so he heads for the nearest coffee shop, hoping that enough sugar will quiet his thoughts but somehow he finds himself climbing the stairs leading to Jimin’s apartment, his feet carrying him to his door. He knows Jimin is still with his team, probably just fresh out of a shower by now and that he won't come home for a while. And yet he’s still here. He still hopes.
Taehyung stops in front of Jimin’s door looking at the golden 95 nailed on it like it personally offended him.
He probably forgot all about me -. His thoughts come to an abrupt stop when he hears someone coming down the hallway. He turns around to find a disheveled Jimin running up to him, still in his cheer uniform. He looks... pink. From his cold cheeks to his beautiful lips to the eyeshadow on his eyelids. He looks like a lollipop and Taehyung feels his heartbeat pulse at the tip of his fingertips.
Jimin comes to a stop in front of him, eyes a little stormy and mouth pursed.
"Why did you leave?" he asks, voice raspy.
Taehyung leans back against the door and stuffs his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. He quirks an eyebrow, irritated enough to go with the truth.
"You annoyed me," he says.
Jimin rolls his eyes. "And yet here you are, at my door," he takes a step forward, his chest pushing Taehyung flat against the door. His bare knees bumping Taehyung jean clad ones.
"It keeps happening. I don't know why," Taehyung replies, voice low and eyes glued to Jimin's. He's wearing grey lenses today and Taehyung somehow misses the dark depth of his natural brown.
"I like you honest," Jimin purrs, mouth pulled into a small delighted smile.
"I like you on your knees," Taehyung says because he almost leaned down to kiss the dimple by Jimin's mouth.
Jimin licks his lips, eyes wandering down to Taehyung's mouth. "Too bad, sweetheart. I want you on yours today."
"Yeah? What else do you want?" Taehyung's hands are gripping his waist now, pulling their hips flush together. Jimin's eyelashes flutter.
"Your lips on me," he whispers.
Taehyung scoffs. He leans down and steals a biting kiss from Jimin's parted lips. They're cold but soft and Jimin's tongue catches Taehyung's upper lip as he leans back.
"There," Taehyung says but his grip on Jimin's waist has tightened and he can't seem to fully back away. Jimin pushes to his tiptoes, bringing his lips back to his in a kiss that obliterates Taehyung. Jimin kisses him slowly, deeply, stealing his breath and pulling muffled groans out of him. He kisses him like he’s savouring Taehyung, like he spent the whole day thinking about it.
Taehyung's hands travel down until they cup Jimin's ass. He squeeze firmly once, making Jimin's lips stutter and his breath hitch in a broken moan. A triumphant thrill runs down Taehyung's spine, pushing him to bring his fingers under Jimin's skirt and skim the hem of his white shorts. His fingertips dip just under it, skimming the curve of his ass and pushing the fabric up. They both shiver.
"Miss me?" Jimin asks, voice rough but eyes teasing. He knows. He knows how powerful he is. It turns Taehyung's inside into a mess.
"Yes," he admits because he did and because he wants whatever Jimin wants. Right now, with Jimin's lips slick and red from Taehyung's tongue , with Jimin’s daring eyes on his, Taehyung doesn't care much for anything else. Every ounce of annoyance he erected as a rampart crumples down, revealing the monument of want and need it was hiding.
"What do you want?" Jimin asks, eyes back on his. And that. That’s something that Jimin always does and that makes Taehyung feel like his heart was never his own to begin with.This exact moment is the reason why Taehyung keeps coming back. The fire dancing in Jimin's eyes always seems to simmer down for just a moment, leaving in its stead a flutter of vulnerability. A whisper of smoke that links them, connects them. Jimin in those moments before they take it to the next level always looks at Taehyung like he wants to take care of him, wants what he wants, too. He looks at Taehyung like he's afraid to be left hanging, like he's going to fall and Taehyung might not be there to catch him.
But Taehyung always is. He wonders what Jimin sees in his eyes, what's the thing that makes him reach out to Taehyung and leads him back to him.
Taehyung doesn't answer. Instead, he swoops in to kiss Jimin deeply and turns them around, pushing Jimin's back to the door. He kisses him until Jimin is groaning, tongue curled inside Taehyung's mouth, dragging desperate sounds from the back of Taehyung's throat. When he pulls back, Jimin's lips are wet, puffy and so red that Taehyung can't help but lean in again to suck on his lower lip. Jimin gasps and curls his fingers in Taehyung's hair, keeping him close even after they part.
"Keep quiet," Taehyung murmurs, nudging their noses together before dropping to his knees. He keeps his eyes on Jimin's face as he reaches under his skirt and pulls his shorts down. His semi erect cock bops to attention and Taehyung feels his blood burn at the sight. It’s such a lovely cock, not too big but thick and pink. Instead on nuzzling it like he really wants to, Taehyung quickly discards the shorts behind him and brings his hands back to the silk of Jimin's skin. Jimin closes his eyes and lets his head fall against the door as Taehyung's fingers trail back up his thighs.
"Look at me, Park," Taehyung demands and Jimin's eyes widen in surprise. "Don't look away or I'll stop."
Jimin scoffs. He looks like he wants to gripe something petty but Taehyung's nail dig into the toned muscles of his thighs and Jimin swallows harshly.
"I hope none of your neighbours decides to go out," Taehyung says nonchalantly as one of his hands travels down Jimin's leg. He applies enough pressure to lift and bend it slightly. He kisses the side of Jimin's knee and watches in fascination as Jimin bites his lip. He kisses it again, opening his mouth this time and letting his tongue taste the salt of Jimin’s skin. Jimin’s eyes darken. "Or let them, actually,” Taehyung continues. “I wonder what they'd say seeing you like this," he taunts as he lifts Jimin's leg higher and drapes it over one of his shoulders. Jimin's breath itches and Taehyung sucks a bruise higher on his thigh. "Oh. Maybe you'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Shut up," Jimin snips out of breath. He cards his fingers through Taehyung's hair and pulls roughly. Taehyung's scalp prickles as shivers cascade down his spine.
"You're not even going to deny it, are you?" Taehyung chuckles. He brings one of his hands to Jimin's balls and starts playing with them. "You crave control so badly, you're always so well put together. You managed to get me to trail after you like a lost puppy and yet," Taehyung's fingers wrap around the base of his cock and he leans in to lick the head, the tip of his tongue playing with the slit. "Yet, here you are," he says as he pulls away to look back up at Jimin.
The truth is, Jimin takes control most of the time. Taehyung loves the feeling of being taken care, of letting go and not having to think anymore. He craves it whenever they spend too long without seeing each other. That blissful oblivion. Jimin has a way of taking Taehyung out of his own head, replacing anxiety with decadent pleasure with just the right roll of his hips or a wicked curl of his tongue. Taehyung knows that Jimin gets off on it, as well, being in charge, taking care of someone else, pushing them to their limits and catching them when they stumble over the edge.
Today however, Taehyung wants to do that for him. Strip him out his self controlled layers, take the reins and make him soar.
“Are you going to get to it or are you going to keep talking shit?” Jimin gripes, his thumb contracting his tone by gently running over Taehyung’s lips. There’s a dizzying dichotomy between the steel of his voice and the tender way he touches Taehyung.
"As long as you stay quiet," he reminds Jimin before pulling up his skirt and tilting his hips forward. He lets go of the skirt, his head disappearing under it and he parts Jimin's ass cheeks. He blows softly on his hole just to watch it contract. He brings his index finger to rub there and he feels Jimin's entire frame freeze. Suddenly, the weight of his leg on Taehyung's shoulders is heavier as Jimin deflates on top of him. Taehyung brings his finger to his mouth and sucks on it before going back. He rubs around and over the tight ring of muscle until Jimin relaxes and trembles. Then, tilting his head carefully and bringing Jimin’s ass closer, Taehyung licks a fat stripe over his hole.
Jimin gasps and rolls his hips until they're both more comfortable. One of his hands is squeezing Taehyung's shoulder painfully while the other is at the back of Taehyung’s head, trying to pull him even closer. Taehyung smiles privately before kissing the puckered gift. Jimin's fingers curl in his hair and a small sigh of pleasure escapes his lips. Taehyung kisses the plump part of his ass, licks at the perineum and very gently scrapes his teeth over Jimin's hole. Jimin's thigh tremble and Taehyung brings a hand to rub it reassuringly. He tongues at Jimin's entrance until the muscle relaxes enough to let Taehyung in. When the tip of his tongue pushes inside, Jimin lets out an aborted sob. The hand on Taehyung's shoulder leaves and Taehyung hears it slap over Jimin's mouth.
It makes Taehyung renew his effort, desperate to turn Jimin into a mess. He needs to hear him, propriety and decency be damned. He parts Jimin's cheek further and buries himself deeper inside of him. Jimin's hips stutter and a gasp escapes him again. Taehyung's tongue pushes in and out, a broken rhythm that seems to wreck Jimin. Taehyung can feel the deep tremors coursing through his entire frame. The leg wrapped around Taehyung keeps contracting, Jimin’s heel knocking on Taehyung's back every time Taehyung's tongue fucks into him.
Taehyung pulls back just enough to bring Jimin's other leg around him. The position isn't ideal and Taehyung isn't sure he'll be able to support this weight for long but he feels Jimin's core contract. It brings a flash of memory to the forefront of his mind. He remembers seeing two other cheerleaders thrown Jimin in the air, Taehyung watching in awe as Jimin's body arched gracefully in the air and landed perfectly on his feet.
"Oh, god," Jimin whimpers as Taehyung sloppily licks over his hole repeatedly. "Taehyung," he breathes. "Fuck."
That only spurs Taehyung on. He sucks on the now wet hole, making an obscene noise that echoes around the empty hallway. He hears Jimin's head thump back against the door as his tongue reaches inside of him again. He curls and uncurls it, pulling out to tongue at the rim and suck on it again. His jaw is starting to ache and Jimin's thighs are definitely choking him now but that only makes heat kindle through his chest.
He brings his hands under Jimin's thighs and clutches them until he’s able to lift them slightly. Like this, they're parted enough to fully expose Jimin. Taehyung pulls back to admire his work. Jimin's thick cock is leaking and hard, so, so inviting that drool pools inside Taehyung's mouth. He swallows and brings his lips to his balls, wrapping them in his mouth.
Jimin curses loudly, panting harshly as his thigh contract in Taehyung’s hands. Taehyung releases his balls with a pop and goes back to Jimin's rim. He spits on it, watching saliva drip down his ass and on the floor. His nostrils flare, need clawing at his gut. He leans back in slowly, senses captivated by what he's seeing and smelling. He takes his time licking over his hole, over and over again, only relenting when Jimin starts babbling.
He fucks into him again, tongue working fast and catching the rim every now and again just for the pleasure of hearing Jimin stifle moans.
"Taehyun, please," he begs.
Taehyung pulls back, letting Jimin's thighs rest back on his shoulders.
"What do you need?" He feels so desperate; strung too tight and yet his mind if solely focused on what Jimin needs. He wants to do well so badly, wants to please him so much and he doesn’t understand how this all happened, why or how this boy managed to ensnare him but at the moment he really doesn’t care. He just wants to bring pleasure to Jimin.
Jimin pants as he search for words. "I need you to touch me, I'm so close. Touch me, please. I want to feel your fingers around me," he begs like he can’t get enough of Taehyung. Like Taehyung is his salvation. Taehyung's heart slams against his ribcage and his own cock pulses with need. He brings the heel of his hand to his crotch, pushing down to relieve some of the pressure. Gently, he puts Jimin's feet back on the ground, lifts his skirt and wraps his hand at the base of Jimin's cock again. He tightens his fingers enough to make Jimin roll his hips demandingly.
In answer, Taehyung brings his lips down and sucks the head, mouth wrapped snugly around it. Jimin groans lowly for a solid five seconds. Taehyung's hands are dry so he uses his mouth to smear precum and saliva down Jimin's shaft. Afterwards, the slide of his hand becomes smoother. Taehyung enjoys watching Jimin's dick fuck his fist. He licks the head every time it comes back near his lips. Jimin exhales harshly every time it happens.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he whines when Taehyung swallows him down fully. This is one of Taehyung's favourite thing in the world; the feeling of Jimin's fat cock on his tongue, nudging the back of his throat and making his lips stretch wide.
He pulls back to say, "Fuck my mouth, Jimin."
For a moment, Jimin seems to be too lost in the pleasure of it all to focus on Taehyung's words. So he calls out.
"Jimin. Use my mouth," he says when Jimin's eyes flutter open and rest on his. His lips part as he registers Taehyung's plea. He grabs a handful of his hair and pushes his mouth down. Taehyung opens up, pliant and needy, letting Jimin fuck into him with just enough force to make it hurt a little. Jimin pushes in until Taehyung's nose is buried in coarse hair and the sides of his skirt are sliding against his cheeks. The contrast is deliciously erotic. Taehyung's inside contracts and his cock begs for release. Taehyung quickly undoes his belt and button to slide his hand inside his boxers. His moans around Jimin's cock as he starts pumping himself frantically.
Jimin's hips start to fumble, losing their rhythm as he hurtles towards his climax.
"Swallow," is the garbled order that comes right before Jimin's entire frame freezes and his orgams shoots through him. The sob that escapes him leaves imprints on the fabric of Taehyung’s soul.
Taehyung's hand works madly to follow him even as he does does what he’s told and swallows as much as possible. Some of it drips down his chin and down to his beloved leather jacket. He doesn't care right now, all he can focus on his is own need to come. Jimin falls to his knees in front of him, skirt pulling over their thighs. He slithers his hand inside Taehyung's jeans, wrapping it around Taehyung's own fingers. They stare at each other, eyes half lidded as together they bring Taehyung close to the edge. Just when Taehyung is ready to beg, Jimin leans down and kisses him deeply. He licks into Taehyung's mouth, hungry and desperate to be close again.
Taehyung's orgasms hits him like a brick wall, travelling through him like a storm, wrecking everything in its wake.
Jimin is still kissing him but his mouth has turned softer. His fingers are still entwined with Taehyung’s around his cock but they're not desperate anymore.
Taehyung feels like his entire body was ripped apart and put right back together, stitched together with starlight.
They pant against each other, neither of them letting go. Jimin's lips are trailing a soft path down Taehyung's neck and Taehyung has shifted them until he has his arms wrapped tightly around Jimin's waist and Jimin is comfortably seated on his lap.
When Jimin eventually pulls back, his face is flushed and there are stars in his eyes. Taehyung's heart aches dully.
"I have a poetry assignment due for tomorrow," Jimin says.
Taehyung can't help it, he laughs. "I think I've helped you enough for one day."
Jimin wraps his arms around his shoulders and brings his pouty lips close. "I'll ride you after," he promises, the tip of his nose brushing Taehyung's. "And we can order pizza, too." His tone is soft and just vulnerable enough to make Taehyung dip down and kiss the pout away.
"You had me at pizza," he says with a sigh but they both know he's lying.
Jimin's had him all along.