TAEGI SMUTS [ᵃᵒ3]

Heavy Metal

Ao3 by : Jiminssi_ifya (unamaga), unamaga

Summary :

"It's just not the same, Jimin."

Jimin makes a questioning noise around his last mouthful of noodles.

"Without Taehyung,” Yoongi explains.

He’s clearly had more soju than he thought, because his mouth is running away with him even as his cheeks heat up. “It’s so boring, even if I come, it’s just…blah.”

Despite Yoongi’s embarrassment, Jimin doesn’t seem affected in the least, which is typical.

For as shy as he can get about some things, he’s almost unflappable when it comes to sex.

“What, your fingers? Of course it’s not the same. Duh.”

“Uh,” Yoongi says, “no, my – um, my dildo.”

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At 22, horny, desperate, and broke, it was the best Yoongi could do.

Sometimes, he needed something more than just his hand and a bottle of lotion. He couldn't risk much as a trainee, though, only furtive, quick encounters, and it's not like he had time to vet the men attached to the dicks he wanted to fuck. After one too many bad experiences with men, turning to a dildo was simpler and did the job nearly as well.

At 27, he has Taehyung and he barely ever needs it.

Sometimes, though, when their schedules are tight, when Taehyung's visiting friends or family, Yoongi, who is spoiled with constant touch and sex, just needs and is forced to dig his dildo out of the deepest corner of the locked trunk in his closet for a fix. But it's not the same, a pale imitation of what he's learned to enjoy from Taehyung's body and attention, and, well. He slips up, tipsy on soju, laid out on the living room floor next to Jimin, whose take out container is nearly empty.

"It's just not the same, Jimin."

Jimin makes a questioning noise around his last mouthful of noodles.

"Without Taehyung,” Yoongi explains.

He’s clearly had more soju than he thought, because his mouth is running away with him even as his cheeks heat up.

“It’s so boring, even if I come, it’s just…blah.”

Despite Yoongi’s embarrassment, Jimin doesn’t seem affected in the least, which is typical. For as shy as he can get about some things, he’s almost unflappable when it comes to sex.

“What, your fingers? Of course it’s not the same. Duh.”

“Uh,” Yoongi says, “no, my – um, my dildo.”

Jimin’s shot glass is slammed to the floor so hard Yoongi’s momentarily afraid it’ll shatter.

“You have a dildo? And you never told me? Hyung, you’ve been holding out!”

“It’s nothing special.” Yoongi says defensively.

“I’ve just had it for a long time and it’s gotten me through some stuff, okay? It’s still no Taehyung.”

He watches Jimin visibly pause in his elation like someone’s pressed a button on a video.

“Wait, hold on, I’ve literally chosen toys over sex before. I know TaeTae’s good, but his dick doesn’t vibrate. What kind of dildo do you have?” A moment later, “Wait, how long is a long time?”