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Jimin is trying really, really hard to stay focused— he is! But curled up side-saddle in his boyfriend's lap, leaning against his chest and wearing only Taehyung’s sweater and Jimin's comfiest pair of boxer briefs has him in the most comfortable subspace and floating in the simplest of mindsets.
He's so cozy, curled up against his daddy's chest, steadfast in his arms and mindlessly watching their movie. It was something Taehyung picked out— Jimin can't remember the name, but based on how increasingly steamy it's getting, it's clearly R-rated. He does his best not to let himself get too affected by it— he draws the throw blanket over their laps, tries to ignore how sensitive the flesh of his thigh feels beneath Taehyung’s fingers which casually rest against it.
He tries to keep his breathing steady as he feels Taehyung’s other hand trail up and down his spine, lightly tracing patterns into his sweater. He tries not to start rocking his hips minutely when the characters on screen start having heated sex, and he tries really really hard to be subtle in the way his fingers grip the material of Taehyung's shirt over his stomach.
For a little bit, Jimin thinks he's succeeding.
He makes it through the scene and is granted a brief reprise as the characters in the movie do... something else. To be honest, Jimin’s not really paying attention to anything besides the sex scenes; he can't focus on both trying to stay calm and the plot all at once.
At some point, Taehyung's hand slips down from Jimin's back and cups at his ass, squeezing it gently in his large hand. It's not a surprise, he certainly has an affinity for grabbing Jimin's ass— but right now, it makes it even harder for Jimin to not get fully hard.
A tiny, shy little gasp leaves Jimin's parted lips, and he can catch the way Taehyung looks at him from the edge of his vision.
"Are you alright, baby?"
"Y-Yeah, yes, Daddy— it just surprised me," Jimin lies, flashing the brightest smile up at Taehyung that he can. Taehyung seems skeptical at first, but once Jimin leans back in and rests his forehead against the side of Taehyung's slightly stubbly neck and focuses on the TV screen, the tension in his shoulders relaxes.
They go back to watching their movie in silence as they cuddle; but much to Jimin's distress, another sex scene soon starts. This time it's remarkably harder for him to keep his composure. It's a passionate, raw scene full of doggystyle and hair pulling— two of Jimin's most favorite things. He knows Taehyung is fully aware of it, too.
Jimin steals glance after glance up towards Taehyung as the scene goes on, but the other seems wholly enthralled in it. Deep down, Jimin knows this has to be a trap. There's no way his daddy would so casually play this movie for cuddle time and not expect it to take them somewhere— there's no way he could expect Jimin to not start touching himself by now.
But Jimin also knows he's not allowed to do that, especially without permission. If he did it, that would be grounds for a punishment... but maybe it's worth the crime.
His breathing grows shakier as he tenses his thighs and tries to resist touching the aching between his legs. His small fingers wiggle in mid-air beneath the blanket, instinct driving Jimin to reach out and relieve himself. The desire clouds his mind, and he knows that Taehyung is probably already fully aware of Jimin's predicament, but... he can't resist trying to sneak.
Besides, this is obviously a set-up. So isn't he technically being good by giving his daddy what he wants?
Jimin nuzzles deeper into Taehyung's neck to try and distract him as he shifts, like he's just casually getting more comfortable. Taehyung's hands stay holding his ass and one of his thighs, but he rests his jaw on the top of Jimin's head as they watch one of the characters beg to be creampied. That’s the final straw for Jimin, and he can’t help himself anymore— even with his eyes fluttering shut, the audio floods him with memories of the times he’s begged Taehyung to do that same thing to him.
Jimin swallows thickly, and in a moment of desperate courage, he brings his hand between his legs. Against all odds he's able to keep himself from moaning, and with his disobedience hidden by the blanket, it's the perfect crime.
Or, it would be the perfect crime, if he wasn't doing it directly in Taehyung's lap.
There are probably plenty of things that give Jimin away, but he knows the most obvious are his hips. He can't stop rocking them as he carefully pets along his cock through his briefs, and futility tries to keep his breathing steady.
Taehyung's hands grip Jimin slightly harder as he rubs himself, but he doesn't react to Taehyung yet— he's too entranced by the movie to notice and even this tiny bit of friction makes him feel too good to care. In fact, all it does is turn Jimin on even more— he loves Taehyung's hands, and he loves being held by them. Gripped by them, spanked by them, massaged by them. Anything Taehyung wants to do to him.
"Baby," Taehyung grumbles as the sex scene comes to an end. Jimin's stomach does flips and his cheeks burn bright— he knows he's been caught. (Well, he probably was caught from the second he started, but... now he's being called out for it.)
"Y-Yeah?" Jimin whines, turning and burying his hot face into the column of Taehyung's neck. Taehyung has the audacity to chuckle at Jimin's pitifulness, and all it does is make poor Jimin that much hornier.
"What do you think you're doing? Stop that," Taehyung scolds. Suddenly, he squeezes Jimin's thigh hard and sinks his nails in before letting go, and Jimin's hand is gently slapped away from his dick beneath the blanket. He gasps, and Taehyung presses a kiss to the crown of his head, before using his other hand to pinch his ass painfully through his shorts. "You know that's not allowed."
"’M sorry Daddy, I— ah, it's just— really hot..." Jimin explains, squirming as Taehyung rips away the blanket. It's tossed aside, seemingly so that Jimin can't try that again; but the process leaves his legs exposed and the outline of his hard, trapped cock on display.
"You could have at least asked for permission, silly baby. You know that's the rule," Taehyung hums as he fondles Jimin's ass. A spark of hope runs through Jimin's subspace-addled mind, and he perks up with bright, eager eyes before excitedly asking, "Daddy! Daddy can I please touch myself?"
Taehyung's lips part into a dazzling grin, and Jimin's heart flutters. He reaches up from Jimin's thigh and takes his chin in his hand gently, guiding him in to share a sweet, warm, loving kiss.
"Cute boy," Taehyung hums against Jimin's lips. "No, you can't."
Jimin's lower lip immediately juts out in a pout, and he's glaring when Taehyung pulls back from their kiss. All he does is laugh again, pinch Jimin's cheek, and reclines against the couch.
"But you said—"
"I said you could have asked. You're definitely not allowed now, you already broke the rule! You're a cute little dumb thing, huh?" Taehyung teases, and Jimin just pouts harder. He tries not to let the backhanded compliments get to him, but they're not exactly false and each of them turn him on even more.
"Yeah, but I’m Daddy's cute little dumb thing," Jimin huffs, before throwing himself back against Taehyung's chest to cuddle again. Taehyung chuckles adoringly and murmurs back that yes, Jimin is all his, before beginning to rub along the outside of his thigh as they go back to their movie.
The next sex scene is truly impossible for Jimin to make it through. He has absolutely no idea what the plot is anymore and he doesn’t care to know either; but now there's a public sex scene where everyone is watching one of the characters get fucked hard and Jimin is quite literally drooling.
In an earlier effort to avoid touching himself, Jimin put his fingers in his mouth to suck absentmindedly— now they've made a little bit of a mess on the fabric of Taehyung's shirt. His other hand is pinned between Taehyung's back and the couch, keeping Jimin's arm around his waist so he can't use it for any forbidden activities.
"I thought you'd like this part," Taehyung admits in a deep whisper, sending shivers down Jimin's back. His mind is too fogged with arousal to realize Taehyung just admitted to picking this movie to get Jimin horny, let alone to gather the brainpower to speak— so Jimin just nods dumbly.
"You want that to be you huh?" Taehyung coos, and the hand that's been cupping Jimin's ass begins to slide along the waistband of his briefs. Jimin's cock twitches at the sliver of hope that he may be touched, and he immediately nods again.
"Want it to be us... I deserve to get fucked like that by Daddy." Jimin mumbles. For a second, he swears he can feel Taehyung beginning to roll his own hips beneath his ass.
"Do you really, though?" Taehyung hums thoughtfully, and his fingertips go off-course along the side of Jimin's thigh and move inwards towards his crotch. Jimin sucks in an excited breath of anticipation and nods eagerly, rolling his hips as if that will do anything to give him pleasure.
"I do, I do... g-god, 'm so horny, Daddy." He admits without meaning to; the words just come tumbling out. But his embarrassment seems to please Taehyung, and that makes Jimin's heart pound even harder in his chest.
"Yes you are, baby. You're horny for me, aren't you?" Taehyung coos, and Jimin nods frantically again. He's full of anticipation as Taehyung's fingertips dance along his thighs, and it makes Jimin so desperately excited that they begin to tremble pitifully.
But Taehyung's hand casually ghosts past Jimin's erection and instead goes to his tummy. He’s so mean that he doesn’t even trail his fingertips long it or brush against the head. Instead, Taehyung reaches over and ducks his hand beneath the hem of Jimin’s sweater to rub at his skin, smoothing long fingers over clenched abs.
"D-Daddyyyyy—" Jimin whines, breaths coming out as full-on pants. Taehyung is clearly being purposeful, and they both know his efforts are working. His fingers leave his mouth in favor of gripping the front of Taehyung's shirt instead, doing the same at the small of his back with his other hand.
"Use your words, angelface. C'mon, ask me for it properly."
Taehyung’s hand finally slips past the back hem of Jimin’s briefs and slides down to cup at his ass, blunt nails lightly digging into his supple flesh.
Jimin hiccups a gasp and flusters as he hides his face in Taehyung's neck, brain moving too slowly to keep up. He's trying his best to formulate the thoughts, turn them into sensical words, but it feels impossible. It's like he's stuck in slow motion, which just makes it that much easier for Taehyung to play with him.
"I-I— P-Please, Daddy," Jimin finally manages and he just keeps on rocking his hips. He can't stop.
The hand smoothing over Jimin's tummy suddenly stops, and after a second, Taehyung slips his hand out and grabs the TV remote. Jimin whines, but is otherwise silent as he rocks in place and watches. Taehyung pauses the movie before tossing it aside, giving all of his undivided attention to Jimin.
"You're totally checked out, huh," Taehyung chuckles as he cups Jimin's soft cheek, making him turn his head to look up at Taehyung properly. Jimin does so with the biggest, dumbest grin on his face, and just nods in delight.
"Tell Daddy how you're feeling, lovedoll." Taehyung commands, and Jimin grins even wider. He's so horny that he's practically paralyzed— his brain is too fried by that comfortable, trusting subspace only Taehyung can take him to. He can't think for himself.
"’m feelin’ fantastic, Daddy," Jimin whispers, eyes half-lidded as he keeps gyrating his hips against nothing. It's like his body won't listen to logic; he's been rolling his hips like this for what feels like forever, and gotten no relief from it. But he's so turned on that despite that, he can't stop himself.
"You're so cute," Taehyung sighs as he leans down and presses a plethora of little kisses across Jimin’s nose, cheeks, forehead. He plants a slower, deeper kiss on Jimin's smiling lips before running his thumb across the lower one, left wet from Taehyung’s tongue. He simply sits back and admires the silly expression on Jimin’s face with a proud smile.
"You can't even think for yourself anymore, can you? Need Daddy to do all your thinking for you?"
Again, Jimin nods vigorously— but also the happiest and most enthusiastically he has yet. Taehyung's fingers move from his cheek to brush his dark hair back from his eyes, and his other hand squeezes his ass again firmly.
"You're Daddy's dumb little babydoll, huh?"
"Mmmm, mhm," Jimin hums, pulling on Taehyung's shirt as he lays there against him, trembling with need. "I'm Daddy's brainless lil whore, yes yes I am! That’s me!" He chirps, pride flowing through his chest at the statement. That’s exactly what he is, and all he wants to be: Taehyung’s dumb little fuckdoll.
Taehyung grins so brightly it's nearly blinding, and suddenly Jimin is being covered in little kisses again. He closes his eyes and basks in it, but he can't enjoy it fully. His dick is so painfully hard that it's taking most of the miniscule brain power he has at the moment in order to resist touching it.
"Daddy's gonna fuck you so hard after this movie," Taehyung grumbles against his ear, and suddenly, well— it's suddenly easier for Jimin to focus on his words. He looks up at him with bright eyes, a sinister, hopeful little smile on his plump, pink lips.
"Please Daddy, please I— s-start now?" Jimin tries to beg, but Taehyung laughs it off.
He presses a kiss to his forehead before murmuring, "No, baby. And if you keep asking, you'll get in trouble— you don't want to be punished, do you?"
Well... maybe Jimin does want to be punished. He's too dumb at the moment to decide, so that's what he admits.
"Mm... well, maybe... does punishment mean no fuck for me?"
Taehyung's hand returns to Jimin's thigh, and he jerks in response. Panting harshly, he wiggles his hips, doing his best to grind down against Taehyung's crotch despite the impossible angle. It's hard to tell, since it's pinned down by Jimin’s hip bone— but he can definitely feel that Taehyung is hard beneath him.
"No, baby, not tonight. Some nights, yes, punishment means no sex for you, but not this time. Daddy's too riled up to resist fucking you tonight," Taehyung says casually, and the words bounce around in Jimin’s empty skull. Finally they hit a lightbulb, and a thought sputters to life in his silly brain.
"If 'm gonna get fucked either way, then... maybe should just... touch m'self now anyways..." Jimin begins to murmur. He shifts his head out of Taehyung's neck just enough to open an eye and look up at him.
Taehyung scoffs, and the hand down Jimin's shorts moves to grip at his cheek along the cleft of his ass, lifting it and spreading him slightly.
"There's a big difference between reward fucking and punishment fucking, dummy," Taehyung's voice rumbles in his chest and the nickname makes Jimin's tummy do a lustful flip. He's not felt sleepy exactly— it's been more like a hazy, heady, high feeling— but the comment gives him a surge of energy.
"Mm, is there a difference Daddy? Sounds like I get cock either way... so..." Jimin continues, mumbling cutely.
Taehyung's eyes linger on him, and Jimin can tell it works. He can't resist his charms.
"You're awful cute for such a dumb little whore," Taehyung sighs, and his fingers begin to slide down between Jimin’s cheeks. Faint, soft touches— only teasing. As if Jimin hasn't had enough of that already.
"'m Daddy's dumb whore," Jimin corrects him, and Taehyung raises his brows.
"Yeah? I'm not gonna let you ever forget that, no matter how stupid you get." Taehyung promises.
God, at this point Jimin is worried he may cum the second he has a hand around his cock. He just nods, eyes wide and adoring as his Daddy tells him what to think and how to act and he fucking loves every second of it.
"Tell me the difference between a reward fuck and a punish fuck, baby." Taehyung demands, and a deep, shuddering breath leaves Jimin's lungs as he tries to think. He closes his eyes, and Taehyung waits patiently as he sifts through the mental fog to recover the phrase he was made to repeat so many times before.
"Mm... reward fuck feels good for both of us, but... mm, a punishment fuck makes only Daddy cum." Jimin recites, and earns more forehead kisses.
"That's right, baby, good job— may be a dumb little whore, but you're always Daddy's good boy, aren't you?"
Jimin giggles as he glows from the praise, fighting his exhausting horniness to open his eyes halfway. "Mm, Daddy... don't remember how it goes, though... 'm too dumb right now to think about more than your dick."
It's not entirely a lie. Jimin knows that a good punishment fuck is getting used like Taehyung's personal cocksleeve— but he wants his daddy to walk him through his special reminder, step by step.
"Awh, you stupid thing," Taehyung sighs lovingly, slipping his hand deeper in Jimin's shorts. He lets his fingers brush past Jimin’s sensitive hole before focusing on ghosting touches over the soft skin beyond it, tracing tickly hearts with his nails. "Daddy's always ready to remind you what's gonna happen if you don't behave. That's why I have this, isn’t it?"
Jimin rests his cheek against Taehyung's pec, black hair spilling over his daddy's shoulder. It gives him a perfect view to watch Taehyung let go of Jimin's thigh in favor of reaching into the collar of his shirt, and pulling out the locket that he always wears around his neck with pride.
It's a silver heart-shaped pendant, with a little engraving reading ’angel’ on the front that they found together at an antique store some years ago. They bought it because Taehyung liked it, and while at the time he didn't know what he would use it for, they figured they could find some photos of Jimin and Yeontan to put in it.
But they forgot about it for about two months after bringing it home— and then one night, when Jimin was being particularly bratty, the perfect opportunity arose.
The memories slowly come back, trickling into Jimin's lagging brain as he watches Taehyung undo the tiny clasp. His breath hitches in his throat as he musters enough energy to focus his eyesight, and swallows thickly when the locket pops open.
Taehyung opens the locket and looks at it himself for a moment, eyes fond and smirk devilish. He pinches lightly at the sensitive skin of Jimin's perineum and makes him yelp before finally turning the charm so that Jimin can see inside.
Both pictures are of Jimin, but neither are of his face.
Taehyung’s thumb covers the right side of the locket, but Jimin knows what it hides. He’s seen it before, and always been left just as breathless and hungry as he feels now.
The left side of the locket displays a photo of Jimin's hole, perfectly pink and tight and untouched. It's taken from behind, with Jimin naked and bent over on his shoulders and knees. His little fingers can be seen digging into the soft flesh of his ass to spread himself wide for the picture, displaying just how fucking tight and perfect his pretty little hole was.
Jimin's cheeks burn as he remembers that moment— the agonizingly arousing embarrassment that came with being made to pose so his daddy could photograph his ass before he ruined it comes flooding back to his mind, and he whimpers.
"Are you starting to remember?" Taehyung hums, deliberately leaving his thumb over the other side of the locket. Jimin nods, and he can't break out of his fixated gaze to look down and check, but he feels like his briefs have to be soaked with precum.
"Then tell Daddy about this picture, baby." Taehyung purrs, and Jimin makes a dumb little noise as his brain tries to work.
His fingers squeeze the material of Taehyung's shirt and he licks his parted lips, simply staring at the photo of himself in the locket as he tries to think. Finally, Jimin is able to begin murmuring softly, words trailing off as his mind melts.
"That's— Th-That's me, Daddy, right... r-right before you— mm," He starts, struggling to get it out. Taehyung nods reassuringly, and rests his cheek on Jimin's forehead as they both gaze at the locket.
"Mhm, that’s you. That was you before Daddy did what to you?"
"B-Before Daddy fucked me," Jimin blurts out, heart racing in his chest. "Before Daddy punish fucked me, f-for the very first time— w-when Daddy turned me into his dumb brainless little cockslut for the first time!"
Taehyung cheers happily and affectionately pokes at the tip of Jimin's nose with his finger, and his hips start to roll so, so, so slowly beneath Jimin's legs.
"That's exactly right, baby! See? You're a good little whore, Daddy's taught you so well," Taehyung praises, and the biggest, giddiest smile stretches Jimin's lips. He giggles excitedly under all the praise, and his laughs turn into gasps when Taehyung drags the pad of his middle finger over his tight asshole.
Jimin's giggles are replaced by panting as he starts to circle his hips, trying to get friction. He knows deep down it's nothing that could make him cum— but even just feeling his daddy's finger poking at his hole and circling around it drives him wild.
"You were so tight, baby, hadn't been touched in days," Taehyung recounts, speaking just as fondly as someone would about the memory of their first date. "And you were so bad for Daddy— took my whole cock without fingers first, remember? You were that bad."
Jimin shudders at the memory, and for a second, he can nearly feel a phantom pain in his lower back that throbs just like the ache Taehyung's relentless cock left in his spine. It lasted for a week after that night, constantly reminding him of his punishment. Jimin nods, wrapping his arm around Taehyung’s waist as tightly as he can. Taehyung is his flotation device in the sea of brainless subspace, and he'll never let him go. With him, he knows he is safe.
"Do you remember why Daddy fucked you like that?" Taehyung prompts, and Jimin's eyebrows furrow slightly as he tries to think.
"...Cause I was being punished?" A feeling tells Jimin it's not the answer Taehyung is looking for, but he can't think of more details right now.
"Mm... yes, but...? What else, baby? What were you to Daddy, that time?"
Taehyung's guidance brings Jimin to an idea, but his brain is so hazy he isn't confident. For the first time, he's able to tear his eyes away from the photo of his own ass, and instead his gaze flickers up at Taehyung. "Cause I was a dumb whore... I am a dumb whore, Daddy... Cause takin' cock is all 'm good for?"
Taehyung smiles and kisses Jimin's forehead, pressing slightly harder against his asshole. "Close enough. Good answer, darling— more than I expect from a dumb slut like you." Jimin pouts through his blush as Taehyung continues.
"Cause you were Daddy's cocksleeve, baby," Taehyung explains, and it makes Jimin moan out loud. Taehyung's hips roll hard beneath him, to the same pace his finger circles over his tight hole. "Such a brainless fucking dumb whore that there wasn't any difference between you and a fucktoy, to be honest," Taehyung continues.
With each word, Jimin has a harder time breathing and controlling himself; it doesn't even feel like he's bucking his own hips, he's not in control of his own body anymore. He fucking loves it.
"To be honest, doll, the only difference from a cocksleeve was that you whined and cried at first because it hurt." Taehyung says casually, shrugging his shoulders.
"F-Fuck," Jimin gasps, and it feels like he's collapsing. Stupidity starts to mingle with delirium, and he grits his teeth as he shoves his face against Taehyung's chest. He can remember it clearly now— how fucking amazing it felt when Taehyung used him like a plaything, like an object. A senseless, brainless, stupid little fuckdoll. His senseless, brainless, stupid little fuckdoll.
He wants it so bad. He wants to be Taehyung's idiot, his stupid bitch, his dumb whore— he wants to be mindless and not think for himself, just let his daddy use him as he sees fit. There's not another soul in the universe Jimin would trust like he trusts Taehyung— hell, before meeting Taehyung, he never thought that he would be able to explore this part of himself with anyone.
"D-Daddy—" Jimin whimpers into Taehyung's chest, body shaking as he breathes deeply. His nails press into Taehyung's flesh through the fabric of his shirt, and Jimin feels like his mind is about to break.
"Babydoll," Taehyung coos in that deep, velvety voice of his. Jimin can't see his face, but he can tell from the tender tone that the mood has shifted slightly, and Taehyung is surely looking down at him with loving concern. "Talk to Daddy, love. What's on your mind? Should we take a breather?"
Jimin firmly shakes his head 'no', but struggles to push words past the lump in his throat. Pressed up against Taehyung's chest, he can feel his daddy starting to inhale deeply, hold the breath, and then exhale over the course of a few seconds. Jimin is too dumb right now to remember when, or even if, Taehyung trained him to follow suit— but he does.
They both sit there and breathe for a few seconds as Jimin tries to keep himself together. He's so deliriously horny that he feels like he's going insane— the grip he held on his own consciousness is getting weaker, and weaker, and weaker.
But he knows he’s safe in the strong grasp of Taehyung's arms.
"I-I can't— th-think, I c-can't even think, Daddy—" Jimin's voice cracks and his eyes being to sting with tears of desperation. He doesn't try to hold them back; he lets them go, falling from his lashes as he turns his head to look up at Taehyung with one eye.
Taehyung looks back down at him with the most knowing and loving expression in the world. Jimin doesn't know when it happened, but his hand apparently slipped out of Jimin's shorts and instead began stroking calmingly over his spine beneath his sweater.
“I know, my darling love, I know," Taehyung whispers with a kiss to his hair. Jimin sniffles, lower lip quivering with pure need as Taehyung tugs on his locket, drawing Jimin's attention to it again.
His watery eyes focus on the jewelry as Taehyung clears his throat, letting out a deep breath. "Just relax, baby, Daddy has you. You don't have to think— I'm gonna make it real simple for you. Trust me?" Taehyung says, and Jimin nods. He trusts Taehyung more than anyone, or anything.
“Look here," Taehyung says, and he adjusts the locket. Jimin doesn't respond— instead, he just stares at it like he's in a trance, just like his daddy told him to. After a moment, Taehyung moves his thumb to uncover the other half of the locket.
Like the picture on the left, this one is of Jimin's hole. He's posed on his knees and spreading his ass with his own hands— except this time, his hole is gaping.
It's swollen and stretched from the girth of Taehyung's cock, left loose from how mercilessly Taehyung had treated his ass. His cheeks and the backs of his thighs are red from Taehyung's slamming hips and greedy hands— but neither of those are the part that drives Jimin absolutely wild.
The part that makes Jimin's brain melt is Taehyung's cum leaking out of his used hole, dripping down across his own cock and thighs.
"Tell me, baby," Taehyung’s voice sounds distant, and is the only thing keeping Jimin even barely grounded. "Is this what you want from Daddy?"
"Y-Yes! Yes, it is, Daddy! Please,” Jimin cries out, a desperate sob wracking his body as he whines. A pitiful whimper rips from his throat as he breaks down— he's so far gone that can't make words anymore let alone hold back all his emotions.
"God, you're so fucking perfect," Taehyung sighs, and Jimin is basically a ragdoll in his arms. He moves suddenly and quickly; or at least it feels that way to Jimin, who has had to stay so painstakingly still in his lap the entire time.
Taehyung drops his locket against his chest and scoops Jimin's legs up under his arm, securing his forearm in the crook of his knees. His other hand holds Jimin's waist securely, and when he pushes forwards to stand up, Jimin feels a little dizzy.
The movie is long forgotten, the concept of punishment is long gone, and the locket isn't even clasped shut— but neither of them care. Jimin just clings to Taehyung and sniffles and whines needily into his shoulder as Taehyung carries him into their bedroom.
The door flies shut with a kick and suddenly Jimin finds himself on their bed, looking up at Taehyung in a daze. Despite how thoughtless Jimin is in the moment, he can recognize that special spark in the depth of Taehyung's eyes.
"D-Daddy—" Jimin breathes as Taehyung climbs on top of him, caging him beneath his larger body. Jimin just lays there, totally without any autonomy left, while Taehyung covers his neck in passionate kisses. "Mmn, D-Daddy, I love you—"
"G-God, Jimin, baby," Taehyung gasps into his neck, and for the first time that night, he's the one that sounds utterly desperate.
His arms and legs wrap around Jimin in a full-body hug, like he's never going to let go. Never going to let Jimin feel anything other than safe and protected and loved.
"I’m gonna make you feel good, babydoll, s-so good, so good, only good," Taehyung promises against Jimin's lips. He sucks in a deep breath and presses their foreheads together, staring directly into his eyes like it's his sole purpose in life.
"I love you so much, s-so fucking much," Taehyung promises, and the biggest, happiest, dumbest grin spreads on Jimin's lips.
"I love you, I love you, I love you—" Taehyung keeps whispering like he's making an oath.
Jimin feels the dumbest he ever has in his life. But he knows one thing, and it's that Taehyung loves him. When Taehyung kisses him and holds him and presses their naked bodies together, he feels the utmost loved.