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“Feel good, baby? You’re doing so well,” Jimin murmured, driving a hand along the warm, soft skin of Taehyung’s inner thigh.
Taehyung nodded slightly and tilted his head back, a small smile spreading on his pink lips. His eyes closed as his hips rocked downwards. Jimin was quick to stop him, a hand pressing on the dip beneath his hipbone in a warning.
“Don’t move. Wanna give my pet a treat, but I can’t do that when he’s all squirmish, can I?”
Tonight they did a scene that Taehyung’s been looking forward to for weeks. Ever since he brought up that he liked being filled up, stretched to the limits and beyond, they’d been experimenting with different sizes, varying in girth and length. They moved up the sizing scale fairly quickly. Taehyung was needy and even if Jimin had learned to tame him in their years together, he sometimes liked to indulge him. Who could blame him when Taehyung looked so prettily blissed out as his hole stretched around a 7 inch rose tinted glass dildo?
Jimin loved making Taehyung work for it, start with his fingers till the neediest whines spilled past Taehyung’s spit slick lips, almost reduced to tears for something more to fill him up. Taehyung was a little size queen after all.
They were using the biggest toy in their collection tonight. Eleven inches of sleek baby blue silicone that faded into white at the tip that Jimin slowly began to work into Taehyung. There was a knot sitting on the lower end and they were determined to make it fit.
“Jiminie— more, ” Taehyung whined. Jimin watched the muscles in his abdomen tense, as he visibly held back from fucking himself down again.
“Taehyungie~,” Jimin drawled, “We’ve got all the time in the world.”
He pulled the tip back until it caught onto Taehyung’s rim, ignoring the sputtering protest, and then pushed it back in, drawing out broken moan. This time he went a little bit deeper until a quarter of the toy was settled inside of his boyfriend.
Jimin twisted the toy a little, the gentle ribs of the head rubbing against Taehyung’s insides and brushing his prostate just enough for Taehyung to kick his leg out. His eyes widened, mouth dropping open, but Jimin frowned, all apologies dying on Taehyung’s tongue and Jimin removed his hand from the toy, wiping excess lube on Taehyung’s thigh and sat back on his heels.
“You really can’t keep still, can you? Need me to tie you up, hm, needy puppy? Can’t just take being bred like a good little slut?”
Taehyung sniffled, blinking away his tears that threatened to fall. “No, I can be g-good,” he protested.
“Mhm, I know. You can be good. But you’re not being good right now. Makes sense, your mind is just a little empty right now, isn’t it?” Jimin leaned forward again, wrapping his left hand loosely around Taehyung’s dick, lifting it from the puddle of precum that gathered on his soft tummy. “You start drooling just thinking about being filled to the brim. Get your big dick wet so fast, it’s leaking , puppy.”
His boyfriend lifted his arms, crossing them to hide the hot blush spreading on his face. He whined softly, slurring Jimin’s name and bucked his hips, barely fucking into Jimin’s fist before Jimin landed a sharp slap on Taehyung’s dick with his right. Taehyung gasped, a tear rolling down his cheek.
“So disobedient today,” Jimin tsked. “Was gonna fuck you nicely with this toy and breed you stupid till the only thing you can do is beg for a knot, but I guess we’re gonna have to wait, huh?”
Taehyung inhaled shakily as he lowered his arms again and Jimin smiled in approval and brought his hand down another two times.
“Just for that I’m gonna tie your arms, too. Can’t have you hiding your pretty face, hm?”
Once Jimin retrieved three bundles of white hemp rope, he made quick work of tying Taehyung up.
“Tighten up, don’t let it slip out,” Jimin said, voice low in a warning as he moved Taehyung’s thighs further apart and the toy began to slip.
Legs spread, Jimin tied Taehyung’s ankles to the permanent metal loops they had attached to the posts of their bed and bound Taehyung’s wrists together above his head, winded to the headboard with two single strands of rope.
Then Jimin slipped two fingers past the rope cuffs on Taehyung’s wrists. “Move your hands for me, baby. Not too tight?”
Taehyung shook his head and Jimin repeated the process on his ankles, loosening the knot a little where it scraped Taehyung’s skin on his right leg. Jimin sat back and admired. The sight of his baby laid out and bare for him, shifting in his restraints made Jimin dizzy with endearment.
He couldn’t help himself and leaned down to press a kiss to the pretty mole sitting at the tip of Taehyung’s nose, then another one on the one right under his bottom lip. Taehyung frowned at him with a pout which Jimin promptly kissed as well, leaving behind the beautiful smile he loved so dearly.
“You’re so cute,” Jimin commented, settling back into the space between Taehyung’s legs. “Now, where were we? Wanna tell me what we’re gonna do, pup?”
Taehyung licked his lips. “You—, you, uhm, you’re gonna fuck m-me with the dildo, Sir.”
“That’s right but I’ve also said something else, care to remind me of it again? Or is getting fucked the only thing you can think about?”
Jimin’s gaze flickered to Taehyung’s dick twitching at his remark. He smirked.
“No! You said, you’re gonna— gonna b-breed me stupid.” Jimin raised an eyebrow, urging him to continue. “U-until the only thing I can do is b-beg for a knot.”
“Mhm, wasn’t so hard, was it?” He grabbed the lube that he’d thrown next to them on the bed sheets earlier, drizzling more on the shaft of the toy and smearing some along Taehyung’s rim before he slid the toy further in again, maddeningly slow — centimeter after centimeter.
Taehyung moaned in surprise, ankles kicking against the rope but to no avail, the knots not budging one bit, leaving him to simply take it and take it till it was a little more than halfway in and Jimin stopped pushing.
“Ah, ah— Jimin, Sir. Please,” Taehyung groaned, fighting against the urge to move his hips, fingers wiggling uselessly. Jimin meanly flicked against the sensitive skin of Taehyung’s balls and Taehyung threw his head back, biting his tongue to muffle a pained moan.
“Don’t be greedy, slutty pup,” Jimin chided, shaking his head.
“S-sorry, didn’t mean to be,” Taehyung mumbled in apology.
Jimin began slowly fucking the toy in and out again, barely moving, but Taehyung had always been so easy to get an reaction from.
“Ngh, ‘s so deep, Jiminie,” he whimpered.
“Yeah?”
Taehyung nodded through a sob and Jimin pulled out further before sliding it back in deeply, watching Taehyung arch his back and drop back down on the cool fabric of their silk sheets. He sighed, mouth dropping open as a visible shiver ran through his body. Cute.
Jimin reached out with one hand to press down on Taehyung’s tummy while fucking the dildo further in. “I can feel it in your tummy, Taehyungie. Look how deep it goes, puppy.”
Taehyung mewled, eyes squeezing shut in embarrassment — ears and cheeks burning hot, a blush spreading all the way down to his chest.
“Gonna be able to breed you so well with it, baby. Stuff you full till your tummy’s all round and then fuck you again. Breed you stupid, little slut. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
“Hh, yes, yes, please ,” Taehyung panted, a drop of drool slipping down his chin. His tongue darted out to wet his lips.
Jimin lazily moved the toy back and forth, Taehyung’s hole sloppy and wet by now. Always took the big ones so well. “Just made to take dick, aren’t you? Look so pretty split apart on a dick.”
His boyfriend mumbled something incoherent in reply and Jimin decided to take things further.
“Wanna be knotted, baby? Pumped full of cum?”
Taehyung’s hips twitched, rocking forward and moaned, spit gurgling in an attempt to say something. Jimin let his disobedience slide, shoving the dildo in more roughly to prompt a response. Taehyung hiccuped, swallowing thickly and blinked up at Jimin through the tears blurring his vision.
“Y-yes, puppy wants to be knotted. P-please, Jiminie.”
Jimin cursed, not able to deny his baby a single wish when he looked at him like that, big eyes watery, star-like reflections of the fairy lights hung up along their bedroom walls, shimmering in the deep brown.
“Okay, puppy. Be a good slut and take Sir’s knot, hm?”
His self control crumbled as the knot of the toy easily slipped past Taehyung’s rim. One look up and he watched the toy bulging Taehyung’s tummy, poking out with each thrust of it and Jimin groaned, barely held onto the last string to not roll Taehyung over and fuck him into the mattress himself.
Taehyung wailed, almost choking on his own spit as he trashed in his restraints, chains of the handcuffs rattling. He panted harshly, arching off the bed and Jimin knew him long enough to know he was coming before he saw Taehyung’s red and swollen dick spurt milky cum across his stomach, and up to his chest, a speckle even hitting his throat. Taehyung was always beautiful, especially lost in the ecstasy of an orgasm — spit slick lips parted in a round shape, eyelids fluttering where he squeezed them shut and tan skin flushing in the prettiest shade of pink.
Jimin helped him through his high, rocking the dildo back and forth and finally reached for the pump hanging out of the bottom of the toy and pressed down, the toy shooting its load and filling Taehyung up.
Taehyung gasped in response, toes curling. “ Ah , Jiminie. Puppy feels— feels so good. So full. Thank you, thank you.”
His tummy began to swell and Jimin pressed down again experimentally, giggling when some of the cum lube leaked past the toy and Taehyung frowned, whining in disapproval.
“Don’t—, wanna keep it all in,” he cried.
“Yeah? Don’t worry, angel. Sir’s gonna fuck it all into you again.”
Taehyung squirmed as Jimin eventually pulled the toy out, careful and accompanied by the sweetest praise as Taehyung whined about the loss. Jimin shushed him, whispering more reassuring words and leaving kisses along the insides of Taehyung’s squishy thighs. He moved to undo the knots on Taehyung’s ankles, then shifted to free his hands from the rope cuffs, massaging the reddened skin of his wrists and placed quick pecks on Taehyung’s forehead, nose and lips.
“How do you want it, baby? Wanna sit on my lap or do you wanna be my pretty pillow princess and let Sir do all the work?”
Taehyung bit his bottom lip, thinking. “Puppy wants to be taken care of, Jiminie,” he replied in the end.
Jimin hummed and got off the bed to shed his sweatpants, sighing in relief when he finally got to pull his boxers down and gave his dick a few, quick pumps before he crouched back on the bed and leaned down again between Taehyung’s bend thighs, one hand searching for his boyfriend’s, intertwining their fingers, smiling when Taehyung almost instinctively thumbed over the back of his hand, squeezing tightly.
“You ready, baby?”
A breathy noise of agreement from Taehyung later and Jimin aligned his dick with Taehyung’s hole, head dropping into the crook of Taehyung’s neck with a groan when the tip caught onto his rim and began sucking him in, the slide easy and wet, not stopping until he was buried to the hilt, skin on skin. Taehyung’s hands scrambled for something to hold onto, landing on Jimin’s shoulder blades, nails scratching down the small of his back as Jimin bottomed out and thrust forward again.
The squelching noise of each move of Jimin’s hips was obscene, but he didn’t mind. Only motivated by Taehyung’s high whines and stuttered moans, he fucked into his boyfriend deep and slow, dragging his thrusts to tease.
Taehyung’s eyebrows scrunched up comically and Jimin smiled when Taehyung pouted at him, drawling whiny complaints. “ Jiminie— please. More.”
And really, Jimin couldn’t deny him anymore.
“Sure thing, pretty,” he said, capturing Taehyung in another sloppy kiss.
It didn’t take long for Jimin’s rhythm to go beyond his control, his own high building up. Heat pooled low in his abdomen and he groaned low as Taehyung clenched tight and drew more deep lines down Jimin’s back. Jimin sped up, shoving Taehyung up the mattress with each thrust now, chasing his own orgasm until he finally tipped over the edge. Working his own come into Taehyung, he reached for his boyfriend’s dick — long grown hard and heavy again, tip drooling precum — and coaxed out another orgasm with a few knowing twists of his wrists, getting to Taehyung in just the right places.
Fumbling for every ounce of self control left in himself, Jimin pulled out and dropped next to Taehyung on the sheets as to not collapse on top of him. He huffed out a breath, glancing over to Taehyung who dizzily blinked up at the ceiling. Jimin shifted onto his side, reaching out with one hand to cup Taehyung’s jaw, thumbing at the heated skin and gently guiding Taehyung’s focus back to him.
“How are you feeling, baby?”
Taehyung made a indecipherable noise, something between a sigh and a whine, nuzzling against Jimin’s palm.
“Gonna wipe you down now, okay? We can shower later, sweetheart.”
Jimin quickly reached for the baby wipes they stored in the drawer of the bedside table and worked them carefully along Taehyung’s skin after settling in between his legs again.
“It’s gonna be a little cold,” he warned, but Taehyung barely acknowledged it with a soft nod, still floaty.
“Did so well for me today, baby,” Jimin began, wiping the cloth along Taehyung’s thighs. “Took everything I gave you, my pretty puppy.” He moved to Taehyung’s tummy, covered in a mess of come and sweat. “Took your breeding so well, hm?”
A shy smile spread on Taehyung’s face and Jimin made quick work to finish up, made sure for Taehyung to drink the cup of water they prepared before the scene.
They ended up tangled in the sheets Jimin had pulled back up from the floor and wrapped Taehyung up, who promptly detangled the blanket burrito, arms and legs finding Jimin’s body and cuddling up to him. Jimin ran his hands through Taehyung’s hair who mumbled ‘Love you’ into the crook of Jimin’s neck. And Jimin smiled, it always being the first words Taehyung spoke on his drift out of sub space.
“Love you, too, puppy.”