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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
  Relationship:
      Kim_Taehyung_|_V/Park_Jimin
  Character:
      Park_Jimin_(BTS), Kim_Taehyung_|_V
  Additional Tags:
      Horny_Teenagers, blowjob, handjob, Taehyung_needs_to_stop_stealing_movies
      from_his_mom_and_dad, Jimin_is_the_devil_incarnate, Cute, Fluff, Making
      Out
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-08-14 Words: 2290
****** Chocolate Chip Cookies ******
by Vmeun
Summary
     Taehyung should really, really stop stealing movies from his parents
     room, but hey, it got him the one thing he wanted right?
Notes
     All grammar mistakes our mine and I apologize for them.
See the end of the work for more notes
Taehyung was freaking out. Why? Because Park fucking Jimin, his current stellar
boyfriend, was coming over. What's the big deal about that you may ask? Well,
considering they hadn’t even gone past kisses on the cheek, pretty fucking big.
You cannot just have a boyfriend as adorable and cute and sexy as Jimin, and
not do anything to, well, him. Taehyung is a saint, really he deserves a
reward, like a kiss lasting longer than 5 seconds. Just a thought.

He fell off the bed when the door bell rang, cheese puffs flying everywhere. He
cursed under his breath, realizing as much as his mom told him not to eat in
bed and disregarded her, he could’ve tried not to. Meh, not important right
now. He sprinted to the door slamming his side into the staircase and
shrieking, that was going to leave a giant bruise. If his parents were here he
would’ve he sure gotten a scolding, but they weren’t so . . . Taehyung-1,
Parents-0.

“Tae! If you don’t open this door I’m going to leave!” a voice screamed from
behind the door, the doorbell ringing more frequently.

Taehyung slammed into the wood trying to open it, and laughed at the squeak
from behind it. Swinging the door open, he had to stare at how gorgeous Jimin
looked. The other was wearing ripped jeans and a long grey shirt, worn sneakers
scuffing against the porch. His ear piercings were glittering in the sunlight,
fawn blond hair flipped over delicately on his forehead. Jimin and him had dyed
their hair together, because really, who needed outfits when your hair could
match?Jimin smiled at him, warm brown eyes crinkled, hiding behind eye smiles.

Taehyung pulled him inside before slamming the door shut. He breathed out
nervously when Jimin turned around and gave him a hug, his arms wrapping
uselessly around the shorter’s soft waist. When Jimin pulled away his stomach
was full of butterflies, all tumbling around to make him as nervous as
possible. “Do you want some snacks, Minnie? I got pop tarts and cookies.”
Taehyung asked as he made his way to the kitchen, Jimin nodded opening his
mouth to speak, “Is there milk?” Taehyung felt his face burn, but cut him some
slack. He is a teenager, sex, especially with Jimin, is always going to be on
his mind. He could turn a children’s nursery rhyme into a graphic novel.

“Yeah, that means you want cookies right?”

Jimin made small noise of confirmation, following Taehyung into the kitchen
humming a small tune. He brought out the jar filled with Chocolate chip cookies
from the cabinet, setting down two glass cups on the kitchen island. From there
he snagged a carton of milk from the fridge. Once he was done pouring the milk
they sat down, ready for their snack time. Jimin was seated at the barstool,
dipping his cookies in milk, the rings on his fingers clunking against the rim
of the cup. Taehyung gulped, shoving the first of of many cookies in hiss
mouth.

“So what’s the agenda for the rest of the day?” Jimin munched on his cookie a
bit, “it better be good Tae. I did not just come here on a Saturday, at 7:30 Am
no less, to do nothing.”

“We could watch a movie or play a game, your call.” He formed the words around
a mouth full of sweets, eating two cookies at a time.

“Movie,” Jimin said lowly, and Taehyung bounced his leg up and down at the tone
of his voice.

Taehyung waited until he was done with his cookies to run upstairs to pick a
movie, Jimin laughing when he tripped on the first step. The smaller male
followed him into his room, shivering at the cold air in the house. Jimin sat
on his bed, mismatched socks dangling above the floor. “Tae could you turn on
the heater or something? It’s fucking cold in here, wait, why. are there cheese
puffs everywhere?”
Taehyung looked up from his movie case, shooting the other an apologetic look,
“Sorry Jiminnie, my dad would slaughter me if I touched the temperature. He
hordes that shit like a dragon, and don't question my hunger,” he thought a
minute before adding, “just get under my covers. I have like, two comforters on
there it was so fucking cold last night.” Jimin took his advice, burying
himself under Taehyung’s unicorn print comforters. They were fucking awesome
okay? Unicorns don't apply to gender stereotypes.

“What movie are you putting on?” Jimin’s voice was muffled under the layers of
cloth, face smushed against the mattress.
Taehyung looked at the case, “Green chair? I found it in my mom’s movie bin. I
don’t know why she took the graphic off it and just wrote the name though. ”
Jimin faced him a raised eyebrow, “Found it or stole it, Tae?” Taehyung flipped
him off, setting the disk into his Xbox and pressing play with the controller.
He ran around the room shutting the curtains and clicking off the lights,
creating a movie theatre glow. He jumped into the covers next to Jimin, both of
them laying side by side at the end of the bed. The screen went dark before the
first scene of the movie appeared. Taehyung leaned in, wanting to distract
himself from Jimin.

This was going to be hard.
===============================================================================

When Taehyung had picked this movie earlier, he admits he should have googled
it.
He is so lucky he is laying on his stomach, because the raging hard-on he is
now supporting would be painfully obvious. He watched with a sinking feeling in
his stomach as the two actors on his screen got a little too frisky. Jimin had
not shown any signs of discomfort since the sex scene started, but his eyebrow
twitched every time ones of the main characters moaned loudly. Taehyung gulped,
his heartbeat slamming against his chest as he imagined him and Jimin in that
situation. He shut his eyes, trying to make the thought a go away.

“Taehyung.” Jimin whispered as the male character, Seohyun, thrusted into his
lover, Munhee, repeatedly.

Taehyung wiggled in place as Jimin’s whispering only fueled the flame inside of
him. He let out a bit of breath, and squeaked when hands situated themselves
around his face, turning his head to face Jimin. Oh man, Jimin looked . . .
ethereal. His blond hair fluffed up from being smushed into the mattress, his
eyes soft with something Taehyung recognized as affection, but was speckled
with lust. Jimin breathed out, bringing his face closer to Taehyung’s and . . .

Oh.

Jimin met his mouth in a kiss, pressing in gently. Taehyung melted, shoulders
that were once bunched with tension slouching. Their lips moved over her in a
slow dance, melding sensually. Jimin tasted like the  cookies they shared
earlier, and Taehyung bets he does too. He shuddered when Jimin gripped the
back of his neck, and squeezed the blond’s hips in return. Jimin pulled away,
making a shivery groan when Taehyung pulled him back for another kiss. Not
wanting to disrupt this moment Jimin spoke between kisses.

“Tae… get closer… to… me.”

Taehyung rolled over onto his left side, pressing his chest flush against
Jimin's. Every moment one of them would have to pull back, gasping for air.
Taehyung couldn’t escape the heat that was Jimin, and he nearly came when a
tongue brushed against his lower lip. In his dizzy, lust addled mind he opened
his mouth, not prepared for the fireworks bursting into him when Jimin
slithered his tongue in. The blond moaned inside Taehyung’s mouth, squeezing
him closer and fisting at the hem of his shirt. Taehyung pulled away panting,
moving his attention to Jimin’s neck and sucking at the soft skin. Jimin moaned
throatily, his head tipping back for more access. Taehyung felt more heat pool
into his abdomen and shifted his hips, trying to ignore it to pay more
attention to Jimin.

“Taehyung!” Jimin moaned in his ear, shoving his thick thigh right between
Taehyung’s leg. Jesus H.Christ.

Taehyung didn’t mean to bite down on Jimin’s neck, the other liked it anyways,
but it just felt so good when the other pressed him there. Taehyung was no
stranger to self love, but that never felt like this. Taehyung bit back the
cringe worthy sound trying to bubble its way out, instead going back to leave
more marks on lightly tanned skin. Jimin cried out and pushed his hips forward,
successfully grinding himself against Taehyung. This time a high whine clawed
its way out of his mouth, and he pressed himself harder against the sturdy
thigh crushed into him. Jimin took notice, pressing it more against him, and
yelping when Taehyung nipped at his ear, groaning desperately.

Jimin giggled breathily, a sound that shot unbearable waves of heat down to
Taehyung’s crotch. The smaller blond whimpered when he grinded into Taehyung,
and the other could feel his erection through the denim he wore. Taehyung
licked his lips, cock twitching franticly at the idea he just thought of. He
licked his lips, “Jimin… can I, c-can I taste you?”
Jimin whined as he nodded, moving his hands down to unbuckle his belt. Taehyung
stopped him, flinging off the blankets and doing it himself. When he ripped
down Jimin’s underwear, the blond’s cock slapped up onto his ripped stomach. It
looked so pretty, just like the rest of him. A delicate flush spread over it,
and it was leaking slightly at the tip. Taehyung leaned down, giving it a
kittenish lick.

Jimin shuddered, hips going up a little. Taehyung has never done this before,
but if it was for Jimin he would do anything. He wet his mouth before shoving
an inch in. He licked it a little insides his mouth, rubbing his tongue along
the shaft. Jimin cried out, fisting his hands in Taehyung’s wheat colored locks
and tugging sharply. Liking his reaction, Taehyung sunk down more before taking
in as much of him as he could, stopping halfway to the bottom. He used his hand
for the rest of what he couldn’t quite fit, bobbing his head and twisting his
palm. It was harder to do than how the porn he watches makes it look, but Jimin
was moaning heavily and twisting his hips, so he must be doing something right.

“Taehyung! I-it feels . . . good!” Jimin whined, hands scrabbling at his hair.

Taehyung looked up at Jimin during ministrations, and his own dick gave a harsh
throb at the sight of him. His body was glistening with sweat in the low glow
of the tv, his mouth parted for another whine, chest heaving with the effort to
breathe. He looked gorgeous and it made Taehyung want to explode. He sucked
harder at the length in his mouth, and couldn’t resist reaching down to rub
himself, still trapped in his sweatpants. The fabric added to the sensation of
his hand making him arch involuntarily, and he could feel a wet patch growing
under his hand.

“I’m close! Tae!” Jimin managed to moan out, nails digging into his scalp
lightly.

He moaned around Jimin, making him cry out in pleasure. Taehyung’s hands rubbed
faster at himself at how hot Jimin sounded like that, voice weak from his loud
noises. He bobbed his head faster and squeezed at the base of Jimin’s cock.
Jimin let out his loudest moan, hips stuttering in place before he tensed.
Taehyung pulled off when a shot of come went into his mouth, jerking Jimin off
the rest of his orgasm. Jimin panted, whining when Taehyung’s thumb brushed his
frenulum and scooting away.
Taehyung wiggled his hips and pressed his hand harder against himself, so close
to tipping over the edge. Jimin locked eyes with him, sitting up to nibble on
his ear. Taehyung groaned, hand speeding up while his other tried to undo the
knot of his sweatpants. Jimin purred in his ear, licking the shell of it before
whispering, “Come on Tae, come for me. Let me see you fall apart.”

Taehyung mewled, trying to get the knot of his pants undone and growling in
frustration when he couldn't. Jimin reached down, fumbling with it before
pulling it apart, shoving his hand down Taehyung’s pants and gripping at his
slick cock. Taehyung moaned, head resting on Jimin’s shoulder as a small hand
fisted him quickly. His hips jerked up uncontrollably as he neared his peak,
his mouth opening to let out a whimpering moan. His cock pulsed as he tipped
over the edge, his come squeezing out into his pants, creating a large dark
spot on the front of them. Jimin continued kneading him through his orgasm,
milking out every last drop until Taehyung put his large hand over his to stop
him.

“That was hot,” was the first thing uttered  out of Jimin’s swollen mouth, “and
so are you.”

Taehyung groaned in embarrassment, face turning pink as he tackled Jimin to the
bed, kissing him soundly. Jimin giggled cutely, relaxing into Taehyung’s
embrace. The movie had ended during their activities, and the menu to it was
displayed proudly on the tv.
Jimin sighed dreamily, “You know Tae, if you wanted to do something like that,
you could have asked,” he paused before adding, “bribing me with cookies and an
R rated movie helped though.”

“Shut up Jimin” Taehyung mumbled against his neck, face burning even more at
the others taunting. Actually, Taehyung never wanted Jimin to shut up. He loved
hearing his voice. Like the time-

“I’m going to tell Seokjin hyung you made me watch an R rated movie,” Jimin
joked, “he’s going to be livid.”

Scratch that, he was going to staple the other’s mouth shut, but only for a
little while.
End Notes
     Yay for Vmin! I have to live up to my name somehow. I have a love/
     hate relationship with the way I write. I feel likes it's tacky.
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