Warning: Intense sexual moment, very intense, read at your own risk please

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He watches him.

He's watching him turn in his sleep, curled up like a small baby kitten, purring into their own sleepless state. The kisses bruises on his neck glistens under the thin moonlight that's peaking through the daring curtains. Parted lips separated, letting out heavy breathes that were barely audible. That's what Taehyung find the most admirable about this sleeping man, he sleeps peacefully.

Silently.

So.... Silently.

It has became a habit of watching Jimin sleep before falling asleep on his carpet, as if that wasn't unusual.

Now.... Now Taehyung wants more.

He wants to feel more.

The craving to feel his pulses quiver under his rough fingertips. Feel his soft lips that are like cushions of cotton against his. Run his large hands up his drenched body as he buries himself inside him, hearing his choked moans stuttering out of his throat like a beautiful melody. The best part will have to be the tears glistening down his eyes, staring back at him like an innocent angel as the demon yanks out the purity from his body.

Making him into a beautiful sinner.

Those twitching urges became too overwhelming, rising heat down Taehyung's body and tightening his pants of his lustful desires.

No one will ever have him.

Just Taehyung.

Only him.

And he'll make sure Jimin gets the fucking hint!

So Taehyung approaches the other's sleeping body and carefully removes the sheets off him, mentally thanking Jimin for already having the habit of sleeping shirtless with only his boxers.

The second the sheets were off of him, Jimin instinctively shivers but relaxes, leaving Taehyung to only stare at his body. Thin, yet with a bit of muscle on his arms and thick legs. There's an evident arch on his back that only tempted Taehyung to dive his tongue to outline ever single inch of it.

Perfect.

He's so perfect without even trying.

Then Taehyung lets his eyes falls down lower, unable to capture an outline of his tight boxer because of how he's curled up on his side. So gently Taehyung moved him to his side, being extremely careful to not wake him up. Luckily for him Jimin had a long day, so waking up from a few touches was definitely not in the equation.

Now he's laying on his back and Taehyung had to physically grip his thighs to keep himself maintained. Jimin's whole body outline is just like how Taehyung's imagined. Curvy, chiseled chest with a small pack of abs and defined collarbones that just tempting Taehyung to bite down until he fucking bleeds.

A daring hand raised and placed themselves on his chest, feeling the way his heart beat tenderly thuds in a rhythmic motion. It almost felt completely soothing to sleep to it if Taehyung didn't have another agenda for this night.

Instinctively his eyes trails down Jimin's body with his hand, running over ever dent and curve of his skin before reaching the waistband of his boxers. Once again to Jimin shivers to this, making Taehyung flicker his eyes up at him. He's still asleep but his eyebrows are furrowed, as if a nightmare is crawling through every neuron in his head.

The nightmare being the hooded eyed man before him.

After making sure he was still sleeping, Taehyung runs his hand over his boxers, outlining the length of his soft dick. He's not erected, obviously not like how Taehyung's dick is practically throbbing from under his pants.

So he slightly presses more on it with his fingers and strokes up. Jimin's body jerked to this, a slight hum buzzing his lips.

Oh, he likes that doesn't he?

Sadistic wouldn't be the perfect word to describe the smile on Taehyung's face as he does that motion on more time, this time hearing Jimin's breath slightly run more shallow.

Taehyung did this a few times, feeling Jimin's dick now hard against his palm while the man is probably dreaming of a very wet dream right now. His head is slightly thrust back to the pillows, spread his hair like chocolate waves with the veins popped out of his skin of his neck. He's sweating now and Taehyung's patience just about ran thin.

He slides himself off the bed and removes his clothes. There's no denying that Jimin must have a lube here somewhere since he did have a little boyfriend in the past. After scouring over his cabinets and other drawers, Taehyung finally found what he was looking for. The bottle was halfway from it being empty and that alone was a problem.

Let's just say Taehyung isn't that small.

Well, he'll make it work somehow.

So he moves back to the bed with the bottle in hand, crawling over Jimin's body while sliding his boxers off. It was a bit daring for Taehyung to slightly feather Jimin's lips with his own, knowing it will probably wake Jimin up somehow.

That didn't stop him though. He feathers his bottom lip and subtly sucks on his, right when he inserted a finger inside him. Jimin's quivering now, eyes squeezing with a whimper easing out past his lips when Taehyung continues to suck on his bottom lip, letting it go before moving to his top lip, letting his tongue massage against the skin.

Jimin's hands found his arms, trailing up the smooth skin while gripping down on it. By now Taehyung has three fingers inside him, reaching inside until his knuckles stopped him and that was enough for Jimin to gasp a moan.

This is no surprise that Jimin hasn't woken up by now. Jimin is a heavy sleeper as it is but much more now after overworking so hard with his homework, and Track season starting.

Poor baby is exhausted.

Now Taehyung will make sure he's well pampered for tomorrow.

While being in pain.

So he removes his hand and grabs his dick, pressing himself against him. Jimin chokes in his breath before his eyes suddenly flies open, filling with complete desire yet horror the second he saw Taehyung's face.

"W-What are you- GET OFF-"

And Taehyung slams inside him, forcing a scream to pass his lips.

"Shut up," Taehyung sighs, slowly moving against him, "Just for one night, act as if you enjoy it."

Jimin has tears in his eyes, staring up in Taehyung with a slight snarl on his lips. Taehyung was just about sure he was going to actually kill him if he only had a knife.

If only.

In this little moment, Taehyung saw something in Jimin.

A small spark.

A very deep and layered spark of such intensity that he has never seen before.

A killing instinct behind those wide and pitiful eyes.

Taehyung knew it.

Behind every suicidal fucker is always a killer spark in their soul. If they take no pity on taking their own life, how could they possibly ever have pity in taking someone else's life?

And Jimin is a perfect reflection of that.

He's just as insane as Taehyung, but he'll never admit it.

Oh, but when the day comes that he embraces it, Taehyung will be a slave to his mercy.

That's why Taehyung must work quickly before he reaches his potential.

Such a shame.

However his glare flutters when Taehyung sinks back inside him, biting down to his swollen bottom lip to hold back the needy moan from clawing out of his throat. That glare grew more and more heavy and Jimin finally grunts. His hands trying to push Taehyung away soften and trails one up to his hair.

Taehyung moves his lips down to his neck, licking the sweat to reach his ear, "You know you want to Tiny. Don't worry, it'll be our little secret. Tomorrow you can hate me, but tonight I'm needy and I'm going to fuck you whether you want it or not."

So he picks up his pace and Jimin yanks his hair to pull him away from his neck. Taehyung was just ready to choke him down but when Jimin slammed their lips together instead, hungrily moving against his lips, Taehyung completely lost it.

His hand rushes to Jimin's thigh and moves his leg wrap around his waist, giving him more access to pound inside him. Taehyung then found out that Jimin is the whiny type of sex partner. He's needy and he likes it rough. So there was no holding back as Taehyung practically slams inside him, his hard cock pressing against his prostrate that sent Jimin into a rapid heap of moans.

Taehyung loves that fucking sound.

He moans himself as he digs his fingers to Jimin's thigh, pretty sure making them bleed now by how hard his nails are digging his skin. His tongue thrusts aggressively into Jimin's mouth, claiming his dominance before snagging his bottom lip with his teeth, hard.

Blood, he wants to see blood.

Jimin is crying now, overwhelmed with pleasure and pain while Taehyung pursues his purpose as he thrust more roughly inside the whimpering male. It was the second he tasted the familiar iron flavor on his tongue that he suddenly lost all senses. There's no rhythm to his thrust, his pulses are practically exploding in adrenaline completely destroys the sobbing man below him.

He could feel his legs quivering from around him, his whole body now actually, and Taehyung just knew he was reaching his climax. So he made sure to go extra harder, faster and to mold their lips in sync until there's nothing but a numb buzzing.

Oh, he forgot one last thing.

Taehyung trails his hand up Jimin's chest, flickering past his nipple with his thumb that had him yelping in pleasure before reaching his neck. When he clasped his fingers around the sweaty skin, Taehyung came undone. The feeling of his pulses racing against his grip felt like a drug to Taehyung, only riding out his climax with a tight grip to Jimin's neck, while the other cranes his head back with hitching sounds of his breath.

All he did was squeeze a little more before Jimin managed to scream to his own climax while Taehyung jerked him off with his other hand to ride out his high. It's hot, sweaty and tense now, and no word was exchanged between the two when Taehyung pulls out and slams his body beside his.

That was definitely what he needed.

They stayed in this silence for a while more before Jimin turns to his side, back towards Taehyung with his body still shaking.

He was close to crying, that much Taehyung can tell.

Just as much as he could tell how psychotic Jimin truly was underneath all those layers.

So he grabs the covers and moves it to their bodies, creeps behind Jimin and wraps his arm around his waist, leaning to his ear, "When the sun rises, this never happened. So don't cry."

Mind a well pamper his humanity while he has it.

Jimin hiccups under his breaths, shaking his head, "I can't just act like it didn't."

"And you enjoyed it," Taehyung taunts, pecking the shell of his ear, "Think whatever you wish of this moment, but you can't deny it. You loved it."

A heart filled with guilt and shame is all that's left for Jimin to feel, that Taehyung could tell by how it anxiously beats fast against his chest when he his grip tights around him.

Knowing well he's going to have to face more of Jimin's suicidal attempts more often from this day on.

Because Jimin very deep down inside enjoyed every single moment of it.

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A/N:

Oh..... My.... Huh?

Wow a lot really happened here... How are we doing?

Oh boy the next morning is about to be very..... Intense.

Let's buckle up!!

Thank you so much for reading and being so patient with me!!

I PURPLE YOU LOVELIES!! <33