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Jimin walked into the hotel room with his sweet singsong voice, greeting you with a kiss.

“Did you see? Artist of the year!” He said excitedly, leaning down to give you another charged kiss. Little did he know, you had been waiting all night. Ever since he stepped out of the hotel room, since you saw him on screen in that MJ-esque attire, winning an award he so deserved—it had your thighs clenching all night.

“I saw, Ji. I’m so proud of you.” You kissed the corner of his mouth before making your way down to his neck, and he quickly understood where this was going.

“Oh yeah?” You could hear the smirk in his voice without having to look up. You hummed against his skin, pulling away and seeing the red mark that started to adorn his skin.

“Can I show you?” You walked him back just a few steps until his back hit the wall behind him, then slowly lowered to your knees. He watched, eyes half lidded as you reached for his belt.

You pulled his pants down his thighs and reached for his length through his boxers. A moan escaped him, his head falling back against the wall. He was already half hard, and every touch you gave him rushed blood straight down his body.

“I have to meet the guys for a livestream.” He said, his voice breaking throughout. He didn’t want you to stop, but he knew he had places to be.

“I’ll have to make this quick then.” You tugged down his boxers and wrapped your hand around his girth. “You looked so good, so pretty on that stage.” That did something to him. Pretty.

Your hand that was slowly stroking him started to speed up as your tongue teased the head.

“Fuck—please,” he said, wanting more, needing more.

“Please what?”

“Your mouth,” a shameful moan followed as you finally wrapped your lips around him, and slowly started to bob your head.

You took him inch by inch, your tongue tracing in the process. His noises and fingers lightly gripping your hair only spurred you on. Your hand on him stroked what you couldn’t reach as you took him as deep as you could, before pulling back and swirling your tongue around the head.

“Even your dicks pretty, Ji.” You said sweetly, a breathy whimper coming from above you. “You like that?” You asked, looking up at the already wrecked blonde. His face was flushed, lips parted, desperate for whatever you’d give him.

“You like when I call you pretty?” You ask in a teasing tone while stroking him. After a particularly slow stroke he caved, throwing his head back with a groan before nodding frantically.

“Ah—mhm, yes—“ your hand started to speed up, sending him closer to his finish. “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he said, words almost a whisper.

“Come for me, Jimin.” Your tongue traveling up and down, swirling and sucking combined with your hand wrapped tightly around him, he did just that—right in your mouth.

You swallowed all of it, Jimin could’ve came a second time just from that.

“‘M so proud of you, Jimin.” You said with a smile, rising up onto your feet and planting a sweet kiss on his plump lips, his chest heaving beneath your palms.

“I’ll take care of you when I get back.” He said with a telling smirk as he made himself decent. He didn’t have to tell you, you were already sure of it.

After he left you put on the live, growing impatient watching him act normal in front of his members and thousands of fans, like nothing had happened previously and nothing was about to happen when he returned.

“You came.” You said, almost a question upon seeing the man standing in your doorway.

“Uh huh.” Was all he said before he was on you. Lips crashed onto yours, hands cupping your face.

It’s probably not the best idea to ask your brothers best friend to come over because you’re horny, but you did it anyway. So far, you had no complaints.

Your hands tangled in his hair once you processed what was happening. “Tae,” you murmured against his lips. He hummed in response, gave one more sloppy kiss before pulling away.

“What am I doing?” He whispered, more to himself than to you.

“Hopefully me.” You half joke. He lets out a shaky laugh at that, resting his forehead against yours.

“We can’t do this.” Despite his words, he didn’t make any effort to pull away.

“Then why’d you come over?” Your words rang in his head. Why did he come over? He dropped everything over a text, just to come kiss you? He was gonna finish what he started.

He closes his eyes for a second, praying for your brother’s mercy, before slamming his lips back onto yours. The kiss was hungrier than before—determined.

He kicked the door shut behind him, walking you down the hall towards your bedroom, stumbling and knocking into walls in the process.

He didn’t hesitate to climb atop you after laying you down, his thigh slotting between your legs as he kissed you.

You felt on fire. The recklessness of it all had heat pooling in your belly, though the main cause was the fine man on top of you kissing down your neck.

“Tae,” your breath hitches at the slight friction his leg is giving you, but it’s not enough. As if he read your mind, his hand traveled from your side to beneath your bottoms, making contact with your clit. You moaned shamelessly as he rubbed circles through your panties, his fingers occasionally dipping towards your hole.

“You’re so wet already.” He groaned, his other hand pushing up your shirt to give him access to your breasts. “God, these tits are perfect.” He dipped his head down to give a tentative lick to the peak before wrapping his lips around it and sucking, making you gasp.

His other hand had snuck its way into your panties and was teasing your hole.

“Taehyung, please.” You arch your chest into his mouth as he switches to give your other breast attention while simultaneously slipping a finger inside.

He almost immediately adds another, slowly thrusting and curling inside. “So wet for me, huh?” He lifts off your breasts to watch your reaction, knowing you were close so soon. “Gonna come from just my fingers? You wanted me that bad?”

You nod mindlessly, brows furrowed and back arched as you moan. His fingers speed up, helping you get closer to your release.

“Can’t believe you texted me like that. You’ve thought about this before, haven’t you?” He asked.

“You still showed up.” You managed to shoot back despite your state. Taehyung chuckled. You still had that smart mouth you always did—though now he was prepared to fuck it out of you.

Quick seconds later of incoherent babbles and repeats of his name, you came around his fingers. Before you could protest, he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean, humming at the taste.

Glancing down and seeing the bulge in his jeans sent a new wave of arousal throughout your body. Though you had just came, you were already craving more, and he could tell.

You both undressed, not before Taehyung fished a condom out of his back pocket. Seeing him fully bare before you was a sight you always wanted to see. Abs, biceps, not to mention his rock hard dick that was tormenting you.

“Like something you see?” He teased, noticing your staring as he rolled on the condom. You rolled your eyes, though inside you were a little nervous. You weren’t sure it was gonna fit. But Taehyung, the man he is, could read you like a book. “I’ll go slow, ‘kay?” He assured, climbing back on top of you and aligning himself with your entrance.

The first inch stung, but once he was fully bottomed out and started to move, any pain you had felt quickly dispersed into pleasure.

“Faster,” you breathed out, needing more. He listened, thrusts speeding up while still hitting just as deep. “Oh my—fuck, Taehyung!” You cried, head falling back and arching into him as he repeatedly hit that sweet spot inside you.

“You feel so good,” he grunted, dropping his forehead to your shoulder. “So tight, so perfect.” You reveled in the beautiful moans that escaped his mouth, the soft feel of his hair between your fingers, and the way his cock twitched inside of you.

“Fuck, I’m close.” He groaned, picking his head up to look at you. “Look at me, baby.” Your heart does a little flutter at the name, and you force your eyes open.

“Tae, I’m gonna—“

“Come for me.” And you do. Shortly after, his thrusts become uneven before stilling with one last thrust as he dumps his load into the condom.

You’re left there sticky, hot, and breathing heavily into each other’s mouths as you process what just happened.

You don’t remember what happened in the few minutes afterward, but you’ll never forget how he looked when he laid beside you all fucked out. It was unspoken, but you knew that wouldn’t be the last time.

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