Daddy's Little Brat || Vmin

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Jimin's POV

I stare strongly at the burgundy ceiling in his bedroom, trying hard to wrap my head around the fact that I, Park Jimin, have fallen desperately and not to mention yet again in utter defeat as I let myself go weak with his every touch.

Call me a whore, but imagine going for two fucking years like a virgin until someone finally shows up and screws the shit outta you and calls it "sweet God forbidden love."

What a way to put it, yet still I didn't resist.

And he knew very well I wasn't since he was beaming and enjoying his well awaited moment as a dom.

Probably even saw it as "finally seeking his revenge." which, by the way, he seemed to enjoy in a more seductive rather than spiteful way.

I'm pulled back to reality as I begin to feel the entirety of my bottom half go limp under his  body and I try to slide from beneath him which only causes his dick to come peeking out as well.

I gently nudge it back in with my finger and pull the rest of myself out, covering him with the heavy blanket and limping my way to the bathroom.

I splash my face with some water before I look at the dipshit in the mirror.

Honestly, what were you thinking?

That remains the one question I always ask myself.

I roughly dry my face with the inconveniently soft towel and scoff lowly. 

I tip toe back into the bedroom and nearly faint when I see him stirring and grumbling in his sleep.

I exhale a breath of relief when I see him tugging the blanket more securely around his naked waist, his shoulders and chest remain bare and his back displays the many scratches I handed him during our "very special moment" as he called it before he buckled, released, threw himself on me and eventually dozed off.

I pull the sheet from between the blanket, wrapping it around my own waist and bracing against his wardrobe as I watch his chest heaving softly.

A drool forms at the crease of his mouth and drops in a puddle on the pillow as his arms wrap securely around it.

His hair disheveled in the sexiest way possible as his once neatened part is now hidden by the rest of his hair.

I lick my lips at the sight, my hands slowly inching towards my suddenly awoken member and I close my eyes in gratification.

I clutch my possession firmly and groan softly, my throat already sore from the releases of the many grunts from two hours before.

My hand move in circular motion as I slide it underneath the sheet and gently poke my slit with my thumb, a small whimper escapes my throat.

"Just can't resist can't you?"

"Nope." I reply, my eyes still closed as I continue to pleasure myself.

"What was it this time?" he shuffles from between the blanket and ruffles his brown waves.

"Your lips."

This time he responds with a snicker and I feel him approach me, his warm breath across my face indicated how close he was.

"Open your eyes." he whispers lowly in my ear and I obey, my eyes flutter open and I'm immediately met with brown eyes similar to mine.

"Hi." he flashes me one his many smiles and I reciprocate.

"Hey."

Tae's POV

"Is that like the only word in our vocabulary right now, or what?" we both chuckle as I pull him closer to me and place my lips to his.

"What other words did you have in mind?"

He grins at me, his hand reaching under the sheets and grabbing my dick as he strokes it softly.

"How bout...curtains?"

"Curtains!?" I scoff at his reply, my brows curl in confusion. "Why-What does curtains have to do with anything happening right now?"

"Well~," he sings cutely, "some curtains usually open big shows, right?" I nod and he continues.

"You put on quite a show, really had me going." He barely gets to finish his sentence as he tumbles off the bed in tearful laughter.

"Min Yoongi that was by far the worst pickup line I have ever heard in history.

He tries to keep his composure, his feet kicking in the air as he holds his trembling self.

"Ok, ok, I'm done. I'm so done." he smacks his lips and climbs back on the bed, back into my arms.

I lean over and kiss the top of his head gently, bracing further into the pillow as I stare at the ceiling, my mind barely gets to recall a similar situation before I'm interrupted by his calling me.

"Taehyung?" I look down at him, gently massaging his bare chest.

"Please stop doing it."

"What? Massaging your beautiful chest-"

"No." he turns to face me, his face more serious than I've ever seen and he looses my hand.

"Stop calling his name in your sleep."