[ happy 95z day !! ]
-vmin
-established relationship
-morning sex

taehyung wakes up in awe every morning because he gets to wake up with him.

soft music filtered into the room which tae assumed had been left on overnight. theyd collapsed in a heap on the bed together, exhausted, with every intention of watching a movie together and absolutely no will to follow through.

he thought of the soft kisses jimin pressed into his neck the night before, sleepy yet dedicated. kissing every little mole as though he was discovering them for the first time, and not the hundredth, or the thousandth.

he thought of those gentle fingers carding through his hair, murmuring sweet praises, adoration in every syllable.

he thought of jimin, as he always thought of jimin. one would be hard pressed to find a spot in his mind that the other boy didn’t occupy.

he thought of him now, in this moment, curled up in his arms, pickering his lips out into that sleepy little pout that taehyung loved to kiss awake.

tae pressed against his back closer, sealing them tightly, letting nothing between them. he tightened his hold.

every comfort of the world was in his arms. every night, every morning. he got to hold his heart.

he pressed his mouth against his neck, sighing. happily. happily couldn’t even begin to cover it.

jimin made a tired little noise, shifting himself backwards even more. tae gifted another kiss to his shoulder.

his fingers so gently trailed across jimin’s collar bones, along his shoulder, down his arm. skimming the surface. jimin shifted, a little whine escaping.

“i love you.” tae whispered, smiling into his skin, giving the words to the morning light, letting it know that he was privileged enough to love him. he was privileged enough to be loved back.

delicately, his fingertips traced jimin’s wrist and then slowly up his fingers. oh he loved his hands. it might be his favorite part to get to touch.

well, that really wasn’t true, considering every part of jimin he could touch was his favorite part. jimin was his favorite part.

he smiled as jimin stirred again, making little mewling sounds that shattered his heart a bit, even while the pieces were put back together again.

“i love you so much.” tae breathed again, into his ear now, hands moving down to jimin’s waist.

“mmloveyou” jimin’s words were a little slurred, muffled, and tae grinned. he was so cute in the mornings. morning jimin was its own special being, full of slow moving parts for a boy that was constantly going and going and going.

morning jimin was peaceful. full of wonder. a moment of relief. another facet of jimin that tae got to fall in love with so many years ago. jimin’s puzzle pieces were complex, and beautiful, and taehyung had lovingly tended to each one.

tae nuzzled into his neck, making jimin breathe out a bit. slowly he was waking up. “you like me?”

a small huff of laughter, jimin stretched his neck out to give him more access. “mhm, kinda.”

chuckling, tae kissed up his jawline. jimin let out a breathless little giggle. “yeah i kinda like you too.”

he massaged jimin’s waist, gentle but firm, and jimin responded with ease, pushing back into taehyung.

“mm you better,” jimin murmured, smiling as he reached back to stroke tae’s cheek. “ring was ‘spensive.”

tae giggled at that, leaning into the touch, kissing jimin’s palm. “and mine, forever, no take backs.”

jimin sighed, head falling back a bit. “wouldn’t dream of it, m’baby.”

“good. cause you’re stuck with me.”

jimin turned his head to look at him then, eyes still full of sleep. so cute.

“you know, don’t mind being stuck with you.”

“no?” tae squeezed his waist, traveling down to his thigh.

the smallest gasp escaped jimin at that. he smiled, shook his head. “mm-mm. in fact i think you might be my first choice.”

“that’s funny, cause you’re mine too.”

jimin snorted. “dork.”

despite that, jimin still rolled his hips back in response to tae’s ministrations. he gripped the inside of his thigh, thumb pressing into it. jimin let out a small groan.

tae wrote a lot. songs. poems. they were inspired by the art of the world. by his scenery, by what made his heart unfold. so maybe that’s why jimin was always a part of them.

every movement and notion of jimin was a masterpiece. from the small noises to the crinkling of his eyes to the way sometimes he couldn’t contain the excitement of the world in his body and it overflowed to everything around him.

everything jimin did could be framed in tae’s mind. bashful smiles and loud laughter and dancing while no one was watching. insecurities and sadness. jimin was a diamond with many faces. each one equally precious to taehyung.

so even in these common little moments they shared, spent in their own world... even when tae got to spend every additional spare moment with the love of his life... he found it was the small notions that struck him the most.

the little details.

the way his hair stuck out in odd places. the way that each exhale of breath while he slept was partnered with a small hum as well. the way that tae knew what jimin liked, and could pull any response he wanted from him.

he got to know every crevice of him. his energy was spent knowing how to be the best for him. loving jimin was a full time position.

tae loved loving jimin.

he loved being spoiled with these special moments. loved being spoiled by having jimin in his arms. in his life.

he simultaneously placed a tender kiss under jimin’s ear while pinching his inner thigh.

jimin whines in delight.

and that was the most privileged part of it all. tae got to know jimin, better than anyone.

he got to know everything jimin liked. everything he wanted. tae would give him anything.

he kissed him, again, again, a little wet trail making its way across jimin’s cool skin. he swiveled his own hips, all love and heat, pressing into jimin.

jimin’s breathing stuttered a bit, feeling him, knowing he was the one to make tae react like this.

“baby...” jimin moaned now, inhibitions slowly fading as he worked himself against taehyung.

even through it all, tae didn’t let him go, clutching tighter against him.

“i’ve got you.” tae murmured into his ear, meeting jimin’s movements in time. even like this, he found himself entranced with the way jimin could move his body, could fall apart in his hands and make him fall apart in turn.

he moved his hand up, up, barely grazing his fingers along jimin’s length, giddy in finding him already mostly hard. “oh angel” he grinned, nipping lightly at the skin of his shoulder.

jimin pouted, chasing tae’s hand. “you started it.”

“but you want it, yeah?” and it was an assumption, because he knew his husband so well at this point, after so many years of working hard to really Know park jimin. to get to dig into the darkness and seeing the light shine brighter. because jimin knew him just as well.

but it was still a question. permission. because jimin liked that too.

jimin tilted his head back and kissed him. light. delicate. and then feverish and heavy. “always want you, kim taehyung.”

tae gave in too easily every day to jimin. he tried to show some damn self restraint but it was impossible to not give jimin everything he wanted as soon as he wanted it.

holding back wasn’t something he’d ever really been very good at.

jimin always said he liked it though. he liked how overly excited he could get. he liked his eagerness and he liked when he receded a bit too. jimin liked everything about him, even his worst parts. jimin had always sort of seen him, even before taehyung knew what that meant.

jimin gave him his love - how could taehyung not give everything in the world in return?

he thumbed over jimin’s head, reveling in the shuddering gasps it produced. “sensitive, jiminie?”

“shut up” he groaned, lazily thrusting into tae’s too loose grip.

tae teasingly gripped once, making a broken, delicious little moan fall from jimin’s lips. “god, i love those sounds.”

jimin laughed, “you love everything i do”

“very true” tae nodded, biting at his ear. “nothing bad about my jimin at all”

he gave jimin what he wanted (as he always does), stroking him a little tighter and a little faster, his hand slicker now.

he reveled in all the beautiful sounds jimin made with it, holding him close, catching the tumbling sounds with his own lips. “you’re amazing. so so amazing.” he hummed the praises, kissing at the corner of his mouth, at the line of his jaw.

jimin glanced down, shifting the blanket so he could watch tae work his pretty cock. jimin liked how tae’s hands looked on him, dwarfing him.

he was larger than life and he maintained that image in public. a beautiful thing he shared with the world.

but when it was just the two of them. just tae and jimin. he needed to feel a little smaller sometimes. he needed to know he was taken care of as well as he took care of others.

it was one of the things they had worked hard at - decoding their love languages.

finding what worked. what didn’t. what hurt. what felt good. what jimin needed. what tae needed too.

they weren’t always perfect for each other. but they were always meant to become it.

so jimin watched, enamored, adoration and need in his eyes, as tae’s hand covered him, wrapped around him entirely, sliding so aggravatingly slowly up over his head. he had jimin gasping with want.

“b-baby...” he turned to look at taehyung, eyes heavy, and ah, no.

taehyung was a weak man. he would give him anything.

“so perfect, jiminah,” he groaned into his ear, grasp tightening. jimin fell rigid against him, breath shortening. tae could tell when he was peaking.

“wanna... in your hand, tae, please? and then—“

he cut off, gasping as taehyung moved his other hand over jimin’s rim, sensing what he wanted before he said it. “like this?”

“god i love you.”

tae knew what he liked, what worked, what he wanted before he asked.

he had worked so damn hard to get to this point. they both had. to be the best for each other.

“fuck me, baby, okay?” jimin whined, pants growing heavier.

it didn’t take long for him to come undone in his hand, and for tae to do exactly as he was asked, because what else would he do? no wasn’t in his jimin vocabulary.

“okay” he whispered, thumbing at his entrance now, spreading jimin’s own cum around it.

jimin opened easily for him, one finger, two, and he was whimpering loudly from the stimulation, so sensitive after his orgasm.

his limbs spasmed and taehyung felt so damn privileged to be the man who got to have him like this. who got to be here. to make him feel so good.

three fingers and jimin was gasping, rocking back onto him.

“pl-please...” he sighed, desperate, eager for everything taehyung could give him.

tae worked the lube over himself and briefly back into jimin. “anything you want, angel. i’ll give you anything.”

jimin shook his head, grinding onto him. “you. you. just want you. only you. baby, /please/.”

taehyung was a little spoiled, he thought, certainly. to have jimin’s full attention. full desire. to be able to trace the lines of his body - with his eyes. his hands. his mouth.

no one on earth could be wealthier than him, when he had jimin. when jimin loved /him/.

he gave, and jimin took, and he shushed him as he cried out. “perfect, angel. perfect.”

it was. it was perfect.

jimin met each motion so perfectly in sync, their hands everywhere all at once. living in this world where everything fell away but them.

gasping out declarations of need- of adoration. perhaps taehyung memorized each second, every moment precious enough to commit to forever.

jimin turned to kiss him - “stay.” and no taehyung wouldn’t argue.

he kissed him, kissed him as he came, after he came. kissed him until their little cosmos opened back up into reality.

jimin turned, wrinkling his nose at the sensation of the warmth leaking from him, but nuzzled into his husband all the same.

“love you so much, my taehyungie.”

tae pressed his mouth into his hair, smiling. elated. in love.

reality was just as good.

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[almost fell asleep but i powered thru it hello i just think vmin are a little obsessed w each other. hope you enjoyed!] https://curiouscat.qa/vmincrumb