a/n: so this one goes out to blush-rabbits-wonderland because she does not approve of my purely platonic vmin bifflefuckery feelings ;u; so yeh. here you go. it’s all yours to do as you please. it is now entirely out of my hands and you are held responsible.
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all traces of logical reasoning fly out the window as soon as taehyung swings open the door and steps out of the dressing room cubicle. and the only thing jimin can really think of is how sinfully hot he looks in that heather gray canali suit, all crisp and clean cut, looking fresh like he’d just stepped out of a gq magazine.
he just looks so damn good.
and the fact that they are in an open public area doesn’t even factor into jimin’s single track frame of mind as he automatically charges forward, fingers curling around the lapels of the extremely expensive suit while insistent lips press against taehyung’s surprised ones.
jimin also fails to remember that an employee with an official looking clipboard for scribbling down measurements and a master key that could unlock this very door is walking around just on the other side of these unhelpfully thin walls, unable to really concentrate on anything other than the feel of taehyung’s fingers twisting inside him just so.
jimin clutches desperately onto the edge of the low bench, back arched with his ass held high, teeth digging into his lower lip as he tries not to make too much noise.
“shh,” taehyung whispers as he slides his fingers back out, slowly grinding his hips into those perfect, round globes as he gathers up the hand lotion and condom packet jimin had so thoughtfully produced.
good thing jimin cares about the well hydration of his skin.
or not, whatever.
if that’s what jimin wants taehyung to think, it’s all the same to him.
it still doesn’t really explain why he carries around a condom in his back pocket.
but you know, no big deal. taehyung’s not complaining.
“you shh,” jimin whispers back aggressively, wiggling his ass as taehyung pulls away to roll the condom on and generously slick his cock with enough lotion to make the penetration as smooth as possible. jimin glances over his shoulder to shoot taehyung an annoyed look. “hurry up.”
“so impatient,” taehyung smiles in response, open palm coming down hard against the curve of jimin’s ass, a resounding slap echoing within the confined space of the dressing room.
jimin grunts, tears pricking in the corners of his eyes from the sharp, stinging pain.
“turn around,” taehyung grabs hold of jimin’s hips and forces him back into position, aligning his cock with jimin’s puckered hole before taking his time to slide in, pushing passed the ring of resistant muscle until he’s buried to the hilt.
smoothing his hand over the bright red mark now glowing angrily against the pale skin, taehyung grips his fingers onto jimin’s firm thighs before starting to move his hips, first beginning with slow, smooth rocking motions before working into a speedier, needier thrust.
“go faster,” jimin gasps as he spreads his feet wider apart to allow more flexibility to breach further, sucking taehyung into his body even impossibly more so as he pushes determinedly into taehyung’s pelvis. “what if someone comes over to check on you?”
“stop talking,” taehyung grunts in exasperation, stilling his hips for just a moment and straightening his back before reaching over to fist a handful of the neck of jimin’s shirt. “you talk too much.”
“i can’t breathe,” jimin wheezes, but taehyung merely tightens his hold, other hand gripping onto jimin’s hip as he slams in so hard, jimin’s forehead just barely misses colliding against the floor length mirror by a few short centimeters.
jimin looks into the mirror to glare lasers at taehyung, but is met with the unbelievably impressive sight of the asshole still dressed in his suit.
looking fly as hell with not even a single hair ruffled out of place.
looking like a goddamn fucking boss with his leash on jimin.
damn it.
taehyung smirks through the mirror, pulling out nearly all the way and shoving back in again.
jimin swears he’s seeing stars.
the lack of air is making his head spin, the floor trying to slide away from under his feet as taehyung goes for a new angle, grinding in long, slow circles, with his grip still tight on the back of jimin’s shirt.
it’s actually kind of turning him on.
jimin’s fingers all but crush through the solid surface of the bench, clinging on for dear life as he tries to remain on two feet, mind reeling from a combination of lightheadedness and pleasure.
“see? that’s better,” taehyung leans over to whisper into jimin’s ear, pressing his body flush against jimin’s back and nibbling on the bit of sensitive skin just below his jaw.
jimin whimpers in the back of his throat, still struggling for breath, arms shaking under his own weight.
having mercy, taehyung places a soft kiss into the crook of jimin’s neck before slackening his grip, just a little, allowing a bit of air to leak in through jimin’s lungs as he once again starts rocking his hips.
they really do need to get a move on things.
and it takes jimin by surprise when taehyung reaches his free hand around to grab hold of his neglected cock, pumping jimin along to a pace that’s almost in sync with the heated pace in which taehyung is thrusting into his ass.
and it doesn’t take much longer to push jimin over the edge, to make him come hot and heavy into taehyung’s hand with a muffled cry as he’s already so wrecked and fucked out that he doesn’t even remember how to spell his own name.
taehyung releases his hold on jimin’s shirt, pulling out and maneuvering their bodies so that he’s seated on the bench with jimin’s boneless body straddling his lap.
holding firmly onto jimin’s hips, taehyung continues to fuck him at his own leisurely pace, jimin’s fingers tangling into taehyung’s hair.
“you’re a dick,” jimin mumbles as he buries his sweaty forehead into taehyung’s shoulder, riding him slowly as he tries not to pass out from exhaustion.
“you started it,” taehyung breathes, holding back a laugh.
jimin places soft butterfly kisses along the line of taehyung’s exposed neck, rolling his hips and clenching his muscles until taehyung finally comes inside the condom.
taehyung rides out his orgasm until he’s all squeezed out, pressing their mouths together and tangling their tongues in a drawn out, lazy kiss.
“you know, i think you’re gonna have to buy that suit,” jimin grins, eyes heavily lidded with sleep. “we’ve been in here way too long to leave empty handed.”
“yeah, i know,” taehyung wrinkles his nose, thinking about the exorbitant cost of a measly piece of fabric. “well, at least i know i look good in it.”
taehyung smiles in amusement, and jimin grunts in mild irritation.
“you’re a dick.”