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Kim Taehyung knows he will get Park Jimin. 

Taehyung has it all. The stack of cash in his pocket to pay for an intimate dinner date. The classic sports car that makes anyone that sees it drop their panties on sight. The perfect weather to roll the top down and catch a late-night drive-in movie. No one can say no to a makeout sesh with Taehyung under the stars, after all. 

It’s Saturday night, and Taehyung is feeling marvellous. It took some convincing to get prettyboy Park Jimin to accept his date invitation, but he has a hunch that the resistance was all a put-on. There’s no way someone like Jimin would truly have any long-standing willpower to resist someone like Taehyung. Taehyung is confident, sexy, and self-assured. He is certain he will have Park Jimin eating out of the palm of his hand by the evening’s end. 

Taehyung pulls up in front of Jimin’s house at six o’clock sharp. He rifles through the glove box for a minute before pulling out his minty breath spray, spritzing twice onto his tongue. Then he honks, two short blasts. Jimin appears at the front door only a heartbeat later.

Taehyung takes all of him in as he flounces over to the car with his typical Park Jimin sassiness. He’s dressed in prim slacks, a T-shirt and cardigan, with a cute pop-of-colour silk scarf knotted around his neck. His lips are cherry-red and shiny-glossed and Taehyung wants to kiss them clean. 

Perhaps a second too late, but Taehyung jumps to his feet, running around to the other side of the car to open the door for Jimin. 

“Thank you,” Jimin says, eyes sparkling. 

“Anything for you,” Taehyung replies coolly, shutting the door gently behind Jimin, but not before getting a nice glimpse of that perky little ass in tight, powder-blue pants. 

“Where are we going?” Jimin asks as Taehyung slides in behind the wheel. 

“Hollywood Café for burgers and milkshakes. And the original King Kong is playing at the drive-in tonight.” 

“A little dramatic for a first date movie, don’t you think?” 

Taehyung stretches his arm over Jimin’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll hold you real tight if you get scared.” 

Taehyung ignores Jimin’s resulting eye roll as he fiddles with the radio, tuning into the local pop rock station. Prince croons from the speakers.

“Little Red Corvette… Baby, you’re much too fast…” 

“Did you plan this song?” Jimin says, giving Taehyung the side-eye. 

“Me?” He gives Jimin his best thousand-watt grin and slides his sunglasses on. “I can’t control what they put on the radio, baby. It must be fate.” 

“More likely dumb luck,” Jimin mutters, though Taehyung sees the hint of a smile pulling at the corners of his lips as he buckles his seatbelt. 

“Ready, baby?” 

“For wh—” Jimin’s words are caught in his throat and interrupted with a yelp as Taehyung steps on the gas, making the engine purr. 

“But it was Saturday night, I guess that makes it alright…” 

“Zero to sixty in seven seconds,” Taehyung brags, shifting gears smoothly as Jimin clutches the scarf around his neck. 

“Wooooow,” Jimin draws out exaggeratedly. 

“Don’t let the small body fool you. She packs a punch.” 

“You said, ‘Baby, have you got enough gas?’” 

“Are you still talking about the car?” 

Taehyung raises an eyebrow. “Not if you don’t want me to be.” 

Jimin smirks, drawing his sweater closer to himself in the breeze as they make their way down the boulevard. 

“You look real pretty tonight, baby.” 

“Oooh, a body like yours ought to be in jail, cause it’s on the verge of bein’ obscene…” 

Jimin looks at Taehyung and, if Taehyung isn’t mistaken, there’s a hint of a blush high on his cheekbones. “Thank you,” he says quietly. 

Taehyung lets the compliment percolate, nonchalantly placing a hand on Jimin’s knee between gear-shifts as he drives. It’s a beautiful evening, the sun still high in the late summer sky, though it is nearly time for dinner. 

When they reach the diner, Taehyung is on his feet, hurrying again to open Jimin’s door for him. He takes Jimin’s hand to help him from the low-sitting convertible. He opens the restaurant door, he pulls out Jimin’s chair for him. He’s nailing all of the important parts of this date, he thinks. If his pure charisma doesn’t bag Jimin, his chivalry surely will.

“Two chocolate shakes and two cheeseburgers, please,” Taehyung tells the server without opening the menu. He’s spent the entirety of their time in the restaurant gazing across the table at his beautiful date.  

“Sure thing, sugar,” the server chirps, jotting the order on her little pink notepad. “Coming right up.” 

“You’re staring,” Jimin says as soon as she leaves the tableside. 

“I can’t help it. You’re captivating.” 

Jimin giggles and swats Taehyung’s hand where it rests on the tabletop. “Stop it.” 

“I want to know everything about you, Jimin-ah,” Taehyung starts, unable to contain his interest. “What do you like? What makes you tick? What makes you moan?” 

Jimin purses his lips. “I keep those types of details between the sheets.” 

Taehyung chuckles. “Then I’ll ask again later tonight, when we’re between them.” 

Jimin rolls his eyes. “Cocky, are we?” 

“Confident,” Taehyung corrects. 

“Same thing.” 

“Oh, no,” Taehyung shakes his head. “No, it’s not. Cocky implies arrogance. I’m not arrogant. I’m simply certain of my abilities.” 

“And what abilities are those?” 

Taehyung smiles slowly. “I got you here, didn’t I?” 

Jimin bats his eyelashes. “And I’m starting to wonder how you got me to agree to a date with you.” 

“Abilities. Skills. And trust me, baby, I have many more skills to showcase if you give me the opportunity.” 

Their milkshakes arrive as Jimin laughs, and he waits for the server to leave again before leaning much closer to Taehyung over the table. 

“If you think that I’m going to give you any opportunity tonight, you’ll find that you’re sadly mistaken.” 

Taehyung only cocks an eyebrow. “It seems as if one of us will be proven wrong.” 

“If you’re half as smart as you seem to think you are,” Jimin murmurs in a low tone, “you’ll start by telling me that I’m always right.” 

Taehyung is pleased to find that their chemistry doesn’t falter, proceeding all through dinner and continuing back to the car. Jimin is brash and sassy; it’s a large part of the reason that Taehyung has chosen Jimin to take on a date. Taehyung doesn’t often have to choose his companions; potential lovers are usually quick to present themselves to Taehyung. Truthfully, it’s boring to never have to chase.

And, watching Jimin’s ass once again as they walk to the car, Taehyung knows he will have absolutely no qualms with chasing this fine specimen of a man. 

The temperature has dipped slightly, but it’s still pleasant enough to keep the convertible’s top down as they drive toward the theatre. The songs drift by on the radio waves, keeping them background company as they travel. 

The movie provides the perfect ambiance for car cuddles. Taehyung, the expert drive-in patron that he is, pulls a blanket from beneath the seat to drape over their laps. Jimin seems to be playing coy for the first while, until he settles into the seat and rests his head on Taehyung’s shoulder. As promised, Taehyung pulls him close, unable to pay the movie much mind with Jimin’s cute, deep breathing on his chest. 

When the credits roll, neither makes a move to ruin the moment. The cars around them all roar to life, fighting to make it to the exit ramp first. Taehyung only slips his hand onto Jimin’s inner thigh, Jimin sighing and settling further into his shoulder. 

“We gonna spend the night here?” Taehyung teases. He’s sure all of the cars are gone now. The lot is dim, the movie screen long since switched off. There isn’t a sound apart from Jimin’s breaths and the occasional chirp of a cricket in the thicket of trees nearby. 

Another sigh, a yawn, and a stretch from Jimin. “Why did you ask me out?” 

Taehyung straightens his shirt, dusts non-existent debris from his shoulder. “Have you seen us, Jimin-ah? We look gorgeous together.” 

“Yah, be serious!” Jimin smiles so widely, so sweetly, until his face drops into a more earnest expression. Taehyung, unsure if he’s ready to face a serious moment, fiddles with the knob of the radio until he finds a station. “Really, Taehyung-ah. It’s no secret that you have your choice of lovers. Why me?” 

“I guess you’re just what I needed…”

Park Jimin; the object of his desires. 

Fuck, if he was going risk dropping his suave persona, it would be for Jimin and Jimin only. 

“That’s exactly why, Jimin-ah. I can’t help but fall for you. You’re sweet and a little bit spicy. Sometimes you’re bashful and sometimes you own the room you walk into. It’s impossible to deny you because you’re everything all at once. Nobody else can possibly compare.” 

“‘Cause when you’re standing oh-so-near, I kinda lose my mind, yeah…” 

Jimin leans forward slowly. Taehyung cups his cheek carefully, waiting. 

“Can I kiss—”

Taehyung is silenced by Jimin’s ruby-red lips meeting his. 

Jimin is cautious, letting Taehyung do most of the work, which Taehyung doesn’t mind one bit. Taehyung chases Jimin’s lips as he retreats partially back into his seat, and Jimin threads his fingers into Taehyung’s hair to pull him forward. 

“Wait…” Taehyung scoots over to Jimin’s side of the car. “More space without the steering wheel,” he explains, as Jimin clambers into his lap. 

Jimin’s tongue darts out to tease over Taehyung’s bottom lip. Taehyung lets out a noise that sounds like a growl in his own ears, before he plants his hands on either side of Jimin’s face. 

“You’re gorgeous,” he tells Jimin, running a thumb over Jimin’s mouth, trying not to lose his patience with being gentle. 

To ruin that pretty little mouth, to ruin all of Jimin—

“You like what you see?” Jimin positively preens, pulling Taehyung’s hands down and encouraging them to travel over his toned body, over his clothes. 

“I don’t mind you coming here and wasting all my time…” 

“Can I—”

“Shhh, stop asking.” Jimin puts a finger to Taehyung’s lips. “The answer is yes. I trust you. I trust you with all of me.” 

Taehyung’s cock swells into the curve of Jimin’s ass at his words. 

Jimin scowls. “Did you seriously just ruin the moment by getting hard?” 

Taehyung scrambles up straighter in the seat. “How does that ruin the moment?” He bursts. 

Jimin giggles. With the most devilish look in his eye, he just barely grinds his hips downward onto Taehyung’s hardness. Taehyung gasps, hands flying up to grab Jimin’s waist to still his movements. 

“Don’t…” Taehyung breathes. 

“Why not?” Jimin leans down, hair falling over his eyes as he places soft kisses over the side of Taehyung’s neck. “I want you.”

“God, Jimin…” Taehyung is flustered; he didn’t expect this, not in his wildest dreams. “I never thought this would happen on our first date. Didn’t you tell me that I had no chance?” 

“You drive a hard bargain,” Jimin murmurs, shifting down into Taehyung again with a teasing lip-bite. “A big, very hard bargain.” 

“We’re sort of— I mean we’re—” Taehyung casts an admittedly panic-tinged look around at the empty drive-in lot, unsure how to finish his sentence. 

“In public?” Jimin supplies sweetly, grabbing hold of Taehyung’s shoulders to give further leverage to his grinding. 

“Ah— fuck, Jimin — yes, anyone can see us here!” 

Jimin’s fingers only grip tighter onto his shoulders, his mouth falling open to deepen his breathing further as he pants out, “I don’t see anybody, do you?” 

Taehyung bites his lip to keep from moaning, unable to deliver an answer to Jimin. 

“Why wait if we’re sure? If we’re ready now?” Jimin questions, his words whispered against the flesh beneath Taehyung’s ear. 

But Taehyung pulls Jimin back. He needs to look him in the eye when he hears the answer. “Are you sure you’re sure?” 

Jimin’s smile puts the beauty of everything that is good to shame. “I’m sure I’m sure.” 

The kiss that follows is more tender, more heart-flutter-inducing than anything Taehyung has ever experienced. Jimin laps into his mouth in gentle swells. Taehyung has to breathe shakily through his mouth every few kisses, unable to get enough air to oxygenate his beating heart, his blood-pounding head, his tingling extremities, without gasping for extra air. The radio plays on, all but forgotten, in the background. 

“You need cooling, baby I’m not fooling…” 

Jimin stops to pull his sweater and shirt over his head and throw it to the side. Taehyung attaches his mouth to the newly-exposed flesh while he can, sucking gentle wet marks over Jimin’s ribcage. The rapidly-darkening sky blankets them in secrecy, though it admittedly frustrates Taehyung slightly. He wants to see Jimin, see him well, all of the smooth skin and the freckles and the blemishes he can’t make out in the darkness. 

“You look so pretty kissing me,” Jimin coos, brushing Taehyung’s fringe from his eyes. 

“M’not pretty,” Taehyung pouts, beginning to graze his teeth over Jimin’s chest in the spots that he finds particularly delicious. 

“No?” Jimin snickers. “Why not?” He slots a finger beneath Taehyung’s chin, bringing his gaze back up to meet his own. “You’ll be pretty for me, won’t you?” 

Taehyung's mouth goes dry at the heated look in Jimin’s eyes. “Fuck,” he manages.

“Is that a ‘fuck’ of confirmation?” 

The idea of the typically gentle and soft Park Jimin ordering him around suddenly makes Taehyung lightheaded. 

“Yes.” 

“Great.” Jimin plants a simple kiss on Taehyung’s mouth, drawing it out for an extra moment before encouraging Taehyung back to his body. “Then keep kissing me, pretty Taehyungie.” 

He doesn’t need telling twice. Taehyung continues where he left off, leaving marks like footprints across Jimin’s chest, trailing off at his nipple. 

“Way down inside, honey you need it… Gonna give you my love…” 

Jimin’s hands are in Taehyung’s hair again, pulling him back from his torso. “Suck it.” The demand is deeper, darker, and Taehyung stifles a wanton groan. 

Taehyung tongues over the brown bud, gently capturing it between his lips until it’s hardened. Jimin’s breaths come out in soft pants somewhere above Taehyung as he latches onto one nipple and suckles gently, taking the other between his fingers to pinch and roll. 

“So good,” Jimin moans. 

Taehyung gently grazes the sensitive bud with his teeth, licking it to soothe and blowing gently before diving in to suck again.

“Fuck,” Jimin coos, resuming his grinding into Taehyung’s aching cock, “just like that.” 

“Mmm, God, Jimin…” This bossy, lusty side of Jimin was not something Taehyung had been expecting, and it surprises him in the best possible way. 

“Did you mistake me for the pretty one, hmmm?” Jimin asks in a sinfully sweet tone. “You’ll find very quickly that I’m only a gentleman in the streets.” He grinds down with force. “Out of the public eye, I get what I want.” He punctuates it with another roll of his hips. “And I want you.” 

“You have me, you have me,” Taehyung babbles. 

“A quick learner,” Jimin comments.

“When I put my mind to something,” Taehyung agrees between mouthfuls of Jimin’s nipples. “Or my mouth,” he adds. 

“You look quite starved, actually,” Jimin coos. He’s roughly unbuckling his belt. “I see that hungry look in your eye.” 

Taehyung is rendered speechless as Jimin takes down his own pants. His thumbs creep beneath the waistband of his underwear, slowly tugging them down. He throws Taehyung a smirk before leaning across and opening the passenger side door and gripping the edge of the passenger seat with both hands. His back arches gracefully as he gets to his hands and knees on the leather bench seat, his beautiful, round peach all but in Taehyung’s face. 

He gives Taehyung a little ass-wiggle. “Eat me out.” 

Taehyung’s stomach swoops low. “Fuck.” 

Jimin tuts. “Not yet. Need you to get me nice and wet first.” 

Taehyung scrambles forward, placing a hand on each of Jimin’s asscheeks. His butt is simultaneously firm and supple, as juicy-looking as a ripe fruit. 

“Show me how much you want me,” Jimin encourages. Taehyung answers by spreading kisses over the small of his back, to which Jimin huffs out, "Come on, don’t be shy.” 

“I’m not shy!” Taehyung complains, sounding extremely defensive, even in his own ears. 

Jimin’s head snaps toward him sharply. “Then prove it. Eat me. Make me feel good. Lick me so well that I’m fucking lost, give me a reason to take your cock—”

Taehyung interrupts Jimin, licking a purposeful stripe right over his entrance, helping himself to a big taste. 

“Mmmmm, there you go,” Jimin moans, eyes fluttering shut as Taehyung lifts his head up to observe his reaction. Then he's gazing down at Taehyung again. “Did I say stop?” 

Taehyung dives back in intently, not wasting any more time not enjoying Jimin. It’s a delicious ass; warm and pliant and welcoming. Taehyung’s chin is dribbling with juices in no time. Jimin reaches back to push him further into his hole. 

“Fuck me with your tongue,” he groans, hips rocking back into Taehyung’s face. 

Taehyung can barely breathe, his mouth and nose pressed fully into Jimin’s rim, eating him like his life depends on it. Like breathing air isn’t necessary, like the only oxygen his red blood cells really need must be located in the inner folds of Jimin’s hole, like if he probes a little bit deeper with his tongue he will be able to fill his lungs again. 

When it’s not enough, he starts to explore Jimin with his fingers; beginning with his index finger to the knuckle until he stretches Jimin enough to take another finger, then another. Jimin is whimpering, panting, pushing back on Taehyung’s fingers and tongue. Taehyung wonders where the bold and brazen Jimin from a few minutes ago has gone. 

Something carnal takes over then; something that wants to fight Jimin’s power trip, something that wants to put Jimin to good use. Maybe it’s the energy that eating Jimin’s ass gives him, maybe it’s the inflation of his ego that comes with knowing how good he’s just made Jimin feel with his mouth. But Taehyung is suddenly determined to get back into the driver’s seat. 

Taehyung leans back, Jimin moving back more fully onto the seat and shutting the car door once more. Taehyung takes all of him in; Jimin’s cheeks are flushed, his face sparkling with a thin layer of perspiration. There’s a dazed look in Jimin’s expression that tells Taehyung that he may have lost that last battle, but he’s still in a good position to win the war. 

“Take off my clothes.” Taehyung hopes to God that Jimin doesn't hear the iota of doubt in his voice. 

Jimin raises a brow. “Are you talking to me, baby?”

“I said,” Taehyung repeats, drawing Jimin to him by the waist so he can finish the order right in his ear, “take off my clothes. Now.” 

Jimin scoffs, but Taehyung’s tummy does a victory dance as he eases Taehyung’s jacket from his shoulders, fingers then drifting down to lift the hem of Taehyung’s shirt. 

Jimin is attentive and subdued, his eyes darting between where he’s unbuttoning Taehyung’s pants to Taehyung’s increasingly heated gaze. There he is; the sweet Park Jimin that Taehyung has been longing to make his own. Jimin’s gorgeous body with the bruises already blooming over his chest, his tentative hand reaching into Taehyung’s underwear to wrap his fingers around his cock and stroke lightly. 

“I get the feeling that nobody has ever put you in your place, Jimin-ah,” Taehyung breathes as Jimin finishes undressing him completely.

“And what place are you referring to?” 

Taehyung grabs Jimin’s legs, sweeping them out from under him. Jimin lands with a soft thump, back on the leather bench. Taehyung lifts Jimin’s calves, positions his throbbing cock to Jimin’s soaking wet hole. “On your back.” 

He slides home all in one thrust, Jimin inhaling sharply at the sudden stretch. Taehyung ignores him, rolling his hips wickedly to thrust in and out of him and draw out a long and wretched moan. 

“Taking cock like you’re meant to do,” Taehyung continues, words catching a little in his throat as he uses all of his strength to continue fucking into Jimin. 

“Gonna give you every inch of my love… Gonna give you my love…” 

“God, you’re so tight,” Taehyung moans. “Have you ever had a cock in here, Jimin-ah?” 

Jimin shakes his head frantically, biting down so hard on his lip that Taehyung thinks he might break the skin.

Taehyung laces his fingers into the silky scarf still tied around Jimin’s neck. “Being a little brat, acting like you get your ass eaten all the time. Acting like you know how to take cock when you need someone to teach you, don’t you?” 

“Mmm,” Jimin whimpers weakly. 

"And who should be the one to teach you, baby, hmmm?” 

“You!” Jimin cries out. “Taehyung, you, only your cock, please.” 

“Ah,” Taehyung grunts as he continues to harshly snap his hips. “First time taking a cock and you’re already begging me to fuck you again.”

“Wanna whole lotta love…” 

Jimin looks exquisite, sprawled out on the seat. His fingers are scrabbling along the leather, presumably searching for something to grip onto. Taehyung leans down to capture one hand with his own, lacing their fingers together even as he pounds into Jimin even harder.

"Oh," Taehyung sighs. "My Jimin-ah."

He punctuates each word with a snap of his hips, and soon he knows he must be hitting the sweet spot; Jimin is a mess, his moans and whines filling the night air around them and intermingling with the music still coming from the stereo. 

Taehyung reaches between Jimin's legs. His hand fits Jimin's cock like a glove, his fingers wrapping perfectly around the thick length. With a brush of his thumb across the slit, he gathers up the generous amount of pre-cum that Jimin has already supplied, using it to ease the slide of his hand.

"Come on my cock, Jimin-ah," Taehyung says. He's having trouble coordinating the rhythm of his hips and his hand jerking Jimin off. "Want you to feel what it's like to come with a cock inside you." 

"Yes," Jimin mewls, "yes, yes, gonna come, getting so close…"

On impulse, Taehyung tightens his hold on Jimin's scarf, pulling the material taut against his throat. 

"Okay?" Taehyung manages to ask. 

Jimin nods, eyes watery with tears. "Feels good," he gasps, "don't stop."

Jimin's hand joins his own on his cock, the two of them bringing Jimin to the brink together. Taehyung slows his gyrations, burying himself deep into Jimin and giving measured grinds to his prostate. He curses when he feels Jimin tighten around him, Jimin's fingernails pressing into the back of his hand and digging into the flesh. 

Taehyung twists the scarf around his fingers as Jimin impatiently brushes away the hand on his cock. He takes over himself, pumping relentlessly before letting out a strangled cry. 

"Come for me, that's it…" Taehyung encourages, barely holding on as Jimin's walls continue to quiver around his cock. 

Taehyung only releases the scarf when the first warm white spurts out of Jimin's cock onto his own chest. He gasps, taking air into his lungs even as he continues to spew cum over himself and the leather seats. 

When Taehyung is sure that Jimin is finished, he lets himself go, too. The way Jimin clenched around him through his own orgasm brought him all the way to the edge, so all he has to do is let himself fall. He barely manages to pull out before his heart stutters and he releases over Jimin's hole, coating his still-twitching rim. 

Jimin's eyes are screwed shut, his mouth still hanging open, though his breaths have slowed. Taehyung eases down to the seat, cradling Jimin gently in his arms. 

"Jimin-ah," Taehyung whispers. A kiss to each of Jimin's eyelids and he's blinking up at Taehyung, still looking hazy. "You're incredible."

Jimin barely chuckles, eyes falling closed once more as Taehyung scoops him up into his arms. He pulls a packet of tissues from the glovebox, cleaning what he can from Jimin's goosebumpy skin before pulling the fleece blanket over him. 

"Let's get you dressed, hmm? You okay, baby?"

Jimin's lips creep upward in a smile. "I'm incredible, you just said so yourself."

"Yeah, baby," Taehyung says hurriedly. He plants a swift and soft peck to Jimin's kiss-swollen lips. "The most incredible."

Taehyung dresses them both lazily, drawing out smooches and caresses and sweet affirmations to Jimin as he does. 

“I normally don’t like losing control of things…” Jimin admits, settling into Taehyung's shoulder as he starts the engine. The sudden din of the motor seems out of place now in their little self-claimed fortress of solitude.

“I can tell,” Taehyung chuckles. 

“But I think I can learn to like losing control with you.” 

Taehyung regains a touch of his confidence, knowing he's got Jimin right where he wants him. “Let me take the wheel, babe."