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Jimin puts on the white slip dress that had been laid out for him. The silk is fine and breezy and shows the dusky pink of his areolas when he looks in the mirror. His breasts fill out the fabric causing it to stretch to the limits. He turns to the side and sees the stitches pulling in the seams. He wonders for a brief moment if they will hold for the entirety of breakfast but maybe…maybe that is the point.
He touches the visible marks on his shoulder, pulls the spaghetti strap to cover it for some decency. Taehyung had been very tender when he made love on their wedding night but towards the end he couldn’t hold back and gnawed on his shoulder. The reminder of fresh memories causes him to tingle down there and Jimin straightens up to take a deep breath. He has to mentally prepare himself for what’s to come. Taehyung’s family is one of those extreme traditional types. Jimin knew what he was signing up for when he said yes to his college boyfriend. They had met in the big city but Tae had been open and honest from the start.
It was already a mercy to have privacy on their wedding night. It’s not typically done, but they had made an exception for him as a show of faith. By doing so they had showed their support and acceptance of him. It is now Jimin’s turn to accept them.
The hem of the dress skirts his thighs and he holds on to it as he comes down the stairs. Taehyung is waiting for him at the bottom with a huge smile on his face.
“You look beautiful, jagi”, he says as he holds out his hand for Jimin. He is dressed simply in a white tunic and matching pants.
Jimin shakes a little with nerves as he accepts his hand and trots down the rest of the stairs. Taehyung leans in to press a soft kiss on his blushing cheek. He tucks Jimin’s blonde hair behind his ears, brushing it off his shoulders to bare them completely.
“it’s okay”, he reassures in a whisper, “they love you already”
Jimin nods, then lets himself be guided towards the dining room.
Taehyung’s parents are already seated at the table along with his two elder brothers. They’re all waiting for him to join them. There’s only one chair left. Jimin falters in confusion but Taehyung just pulls him along without a word. He sists down first, still holding hands as he manspreads and pulls his tunic out of the way. Then he pulls Jimin between his legs and puts his hands on his bride’s hips, making him sit on his thighs. Jimin blushes furiously, ducking his head out of embarrassment.
somebody chuckles and his father-in-law coughs and Jimin is already wet from being put on display like this. He squirms a little and Taehyung adjusts him to sit more comfortably.
“Jimin-ah”, Taheyung’s mother intones sweetly as she pushes a plate of fruit towards him. “You must be hungry. Come on, start with this”
But ofcourse, Taehyung takes the initiative. His long hands are enough to feed both him and Jimin with ease. One by one he hand-feeds Jimin the cuts of apple and melon, wipes the juice of his chin and licks it off without a second thought. Then there’s toast and meat and warm cinnamon tea. Taehyung rubs circles on Jimin’s belly as he drinks the tea with his own hands. By now, Jimin can feel the poke of Taehyung’s cock under his groin, no doubt brought on by his own wetness that has seeped through both of their clothes. He tried to control himself at first, think about kittens and picnics to distract himself from the feeling. But his tits are eye level with his father-in-law right infront of him who has been staring with open interest this whole time. Then there’s his mother-in-law who can’t conceal the proud look on her face as she studies the visible signs of lovemaking on his body. The elder kim brothers lock eyes with him everytime he tries to look to the side for some relief. They stare at his face, his lips, his stiff nipples poking through the white silk. They’re both unmarried and it shows. There’s a certain hunger in their eyes as they watch him being touched by his husband.
“So how was it?”, Taehyung’s eomma is asking. “did you two have a good time?”
Jimin struggles to swallow the last bit of his tea.
Taehyung answers from behind him, “we’re good, mom. I think I got carried away a little but Jimin liked it”. His hands squeeze the chub at Jimin’s sides.
Jimin’s hands tremble a little as he sets the cup down. He shyly nods, not having the courage to look at anyone.
Eomma coos at him, joined by the amused chuckle of her other sons.
“what did you do?”, his father asks point blank.
Jimin freezes with shock at the directness but Taehyung is unfazed. He wraps his arms around Jimin in a tight hug, resting his chin on Jimin’s shoulder. “I ate him out like you showed me. He cried and almost passed out. You should’ve seen it”
“you know we wanted to”, says a rough voice. This is the second brother, Namjoon.
The eldest is Seokjin. He has a more pleasant voice when he says, “patience, Joon-ah”
Eomma asks, “did you like it, Jimin?”
Jimin can’t answer. His eyes are stuck to the tablecloth alongwith his hands, he’s white-knuckling the fabric so hard he’s surprised it hasn’t ripped.
Taehyung answers for him, casually stating, “ofcourse he did. He likes it right now– he’s dripping like a faucet on my cock, mom”
Jimin’s nipples are so tight and hard he feels like they’re gonna shoot off his body.
His mom is so sweet to ask, “Jimin honey are you okay?”
But Jimin is not okay. His spine is rigid and he’s breathing hard. Taehyung calmly closes his hands around his small ones and makes him let go of the tablecloth. Jimin whines in distress, having no idea what to do with himself.
Taehyung shushes him with a kiss. “it’s okay, it’s just me baby”
“he’s so affected..”
“what are you doing Taehyung, take care of him”
Taehyung cups Jimins face in his palm and takes him into a deep kiss. Jimin melts into his embrace, calming down immediately. Taehyung hums into his mouth, rubbing Jimin’s arms and sides and making him relax further. He pulls back and kisses his nose, his cheek, nuzzles into his neck and suckles a spot there. Jimin just gasps and lets it happen, pliant. Taehyung’s cheeky fingers brush lightly over his nipples to make him shiver but then they tickle at his sides, causing him to giggle and writhe in his lap.
One of the straps slips off his shoulder and Taehyung wastes no time in hooking his finger to help it on its way as far as it would go. Then he grabs the neckline and pulls it down, revealing one tit then the other. Jimin shivers as the cold air hits him but Taehyung is quick to engulf his breasts in his large palms, rubbing and kneading them with tender care.
The sound of tea being poured brings Jimin to his senses for a split second. His in-laws are watching him as they speak to each other in happy, hushed voices admiring his unravelling. He burns under the attention, his clit throbbing with need as the blood rushes through his body fast enough to disorient him. His hands find purchase on Taehyung’s arms, fingers digging in to ground himself.
Taehyung expertly rolls his hardened nubs between thumb and forefinger, making his pussy clench around nothing. He bites down on his lower lip as his eyes scrunch from the pleasure. It’s not enough, making his brows pinch and hips stutter in his husband’s lap. He can feel Taehyung’s smile pressed into his shoulder.
Somebody sighs.
Jimin throws his head back, chest jutting forward desperately as he ruts his hips for some much needed friction.
“mmph– Tae”
“I know baby”
The scent of cinnamon tea wafts in the room as Jimin struggles against the pleasure. He could swear that his tits weren’t so sensitive ever in his life.
“you should suck ‘em”, Namjoon comments from the side.
Taehyung grins, “somebody should”
Jimin’s eyes rolls back at the suggestion.
In my family, we share everything the traditional way.
Eomma says, “..clear the table first”
The sound of dishes clinking is drowned out by the rush of blood in Jimin’s ears when Taehyung forces his knees open and rucks up his dress. He already knows what’s coming before Taehyung puts a hand between his legs. His fingers find his clit easily, stiff-hot and wet from the drool of his cunt. He strokes it gently, too gentle for the moment. Jimin needs it hard and fast but Taehyung holds his hip with his other hand, keeping him from moving.
Jimin whines in displeasure but it doesn’t last long. A cold, rough hand touches the swell of his breast, making him open his eyes in shock.
“so soft”, says his father-in-law observationally. He’s standing above them with a genial smile on his lips.
Jimin’s eyes flutter as he comes to terms with what’s happening. He has never had more than one set of hands on his self at a time. It’s a new thrill to be touched like this. So he sighs and relaxes into the touch, pushing out his chest like the good boy he is. Pleased with his reaction, the man wets his thumb before putting it back on his nipple, making him gasp. He plays with it while the table is cleared, tugging and twisting at the nub as he watches Jimin’s face.
It’s already too much.
Jimin’s head rolls on Taehyung’s shoulder. Despite his better judgement, he opens his eyes. Abbeoji stares at him with a docile sort of hunger that makes him feel bashful. He lowers his gaze but then sess his father-in-law’s crotch, tenting with his bulge. He tries to hold back, he really does. But being stroked and watched and seeing the arousal of his audience combines into a heady rush of pleasure that has him jolting in his husband’s lap. His body seizes up and his legs jerk as Taehyung keeps rubbing him at that glacial pace. His toes curl and his mouth opens on a loud groan as he orgasms against his will.
He comes down whining and hitting Taehyung’s hand to stop. Thankfully both father and son take mercy on him and let him catch his breath. His mother in law pours some water for him to drink. When he’s done she takes the glass away and helps him stand. Taehyung stands up after him, his pants sticking to his lap in massive wet patches. Jimin’s heart stutters when he sees the outline of that massive cock. He remembers vividly how it felt to be speared by that thing. And more importantly, how it took two days for his abdomen to stop twinging from the aftershocks.
He gulps, visibly nervous.
Taehyung cages him against the table, arms on either side of his small body. He leans in to bump their heads together.
“..color?”
Jimin takes in a shaky breath and nods. Taehyung had warned him that it might be too much. Even in the community you have a few oddballs who lose their shit at their first family bedding. Jimin of course comes from the modern society of nuclear families and private monogamous copulation.
Taehyung clicks his tongue,
“you have to use your words, Jimin-ah. Remember what I told you”
Jimin breathes deeply to compose himself. While this is all very new and foreign, he would rather die than be seen as unforthcoming. He married Taehyung with the promise of forever and come what may, he’s going to see it through. So he says his color even if he stutters,
“guh-green”
Taehyung softens, “okay”. He places his palms on Jimin’s sides and whispers in his ear, “don’t be scared, kay? They’re just going to touch you a little”
Jimin licks his lips and repeats, “green”
Taehyung’s smile widens into a joyous grin. He grips Jimin firmly and lifts him onto the table. Jimin gasps at the movement, stiffening a little in surprise. But Taehyung is gentle as ever, slowly guiding him to lie down on his back. He feels a bit awkward with his tits and pussy out while the dress pools at his middle. The straps dig into his arms, biting into the pudgy flesh there. Taehyung notices his discomfort immediately. He pulls both the straps down, helping him free his hands.
“do you want to remove it?”, he asks casually.
Jimin’s cheeks are aflame while he ponders what to say for a second.
“well, wouldn’t want to be too modest right?”
Taehyung’s eyes glint with mischief but his brothers erupt in delighted chuckles. He had forgotten they were there.
Taehyung just smoothes the fabric under his hand,
“maybe next time”
Eomma nudges her own husband at the sight,
“I don’t remember you being this protective when we got married”
“He didn’t get that from me. You can blame his grandfather for that”
Taehyung pays them no mind, focusing only on Jimin. He guides him to put his hands above his head in a relaxed position. He leans in for a wet kiss, their lips smacking together. Then he puts all his attention on Jimin’s thighs, rubbing and kneading them, lowering his head to smatter kisses and lick up his inner thigh.
Somebody brushes the hair out of jimin’s face at the same time that Taehyung dives into his cunt.
Jimin leans into the touch, breathless from the tongue lapping up his juices. Jimin keeps his eyes closed, blissed to be touched but shy at the same time. He can feel the multiple eyes on him, looking at his most intimate parts and witnessing him come apart like this. Somebody strokes his cheek and leans over him to land a smooch on his swollen wet mouth. He moans at the kiss, knees shifting. The kiss turns exploratory, one mouth and then two leaving little pecks of love on his face, neck, chest and arms. They lift one of his hands and put it on their own neck. The hair there is short and scruffy so he guesses this is Namjoon.
Down there, Taehyung eats him out like he has nowhere else to be. He fucks him with his tongue till his spine twists on the table and his fingers clamp down hard on Namjoon’s neck, scrambling for purchase.
Namjoon huffs a laugh.
“calm down man, you don’t want him to pass out again”
Seokjin unlatches his mouth from where he was sucking a hickey on his clavicle.
“get to it, Tae”
Taehyung removes his mouth with an audible pop. He gives Jimin a moment to catch his breath before he nudges his hole with two fingers. They slide in easily given how wet he is. Taehyung stands up straight and reaches for his pant waist with one hand. He fumbles a little, eyes dazed and locked where his fingers are steadily pumping into his bride’s cooch.
His parents coo at him and Jimin hears some shuffling. He lifts his head to look and sees Eomma undoing the strings on his husband’s pants. She expertly unties the knot and lets the pants drop to the floor. She helps him lose the tunic as well, pulling it over his head. All that’s left is a lean and tan body and a massive drooling cock staring Jimin in the face.
“aw baby why did you wait so long?”, eomma intones with concern. “you’re so worked up”
Taehyung doesn’t respond to her, honed in on Jimin’s pussy like a man crazed. He adds another finger, pulling apart his pussy lips to stare at his hole in wonder.
Seokjin tuts, “you have to forgive him Jiminie, he’s still a pup”
Jimin’s mind is elsewhere. He already couldn’t tear his eyes away from his husband’s dick but then he sees his mother in law snake a hand around his hip and start to pump it. Taehyung hisses at the dry fiction, but doesn’t object. The older woman’s hand wraps around the base of it, her red nails bright on his dark skin. She forms a loose fist and strokes him up and down. Taehyung huffs, eyebrows pushing together as drool forms in his mouth.
Jimin can’t help but stare, completely absorbed in the sight.
“it’s okay” Seokjin says in his ear. “she’s just making sure he doesn’t hurt you”
Taehyung shifts his hips forward, his cock guided to Jimin’s hole by his mother’s loving hand. Jimin’s eyes roll back even before his pussy is breached. He has half a dozen hickies on his neck, his mother in law is helping him get fucked and his father in law is watching from the side as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. There are hands on his thighs, his sides, his chest. He’s being kissed and held and as Taehyung plunges in with that thing his head fills with static. He can’t see, can’t speak, jaw falling open as his nerves ignite and he comes hard.
Taehyung keeps going till he’s balls deep. Jimin writhes and spasm through it, nails raking into skin and fabric. He has no idea where he is or who he’s touching. He already feels crowded and short on air but then Taehyung leans down to get into his space,
“ungh-fuhck”, he groans throatily in Jimin’s face. “Jimin”
As if summoned, Jimin finally opens his eyes. They gaze at each other, both of them dazed and overwhelmed. Jimin whines and reaches for him, wrapping his arms around that tan neck and burying his face in it.
Everybody coos at them and rubs their heads as if they’re innocent children and not two grown adults fucking.
Everything blurs together at this point. Taehyung moves his hips and they moan together at the feeling. Jimin holds on to him like a vice, uncaring of the world around him. All he knows in the love of his life and the cock in his cunt. Taehyung is kind and strong and capable and will breed him full of healthy babies that they will raise together in this village.
Time ceases to exist as he is fucked on the breakfast table. Slowly at first, stretching him with every push and dragging deliciously on his walls at the backstroke. Then Taehyung quickens his pace, falling into a maddening rhythm that has him curling his toes and spreading his hips wider to take him in. He moans and moans like an alley whore, helpless from the onslaught of pleasure. Taehyung isn’t any better, marking bruises into his hips as he curses and groans in his ear. He pulls back and changes his rhythm to plunge in as deep as he can go. Sparks fly throughout Jimin’s body as his cunt clenches at the same time, sucking the cock in so deep he can feel it in his back. The heavy tip seats itself in a spot that has stars spotting in his vision. He tightens around it and Taehyung grunts, hips grinding and rutting in short jerky motions.
Jimin screams as he comes for the third time, head snaping back so fast it bangs against the table. Taehyung moves with him, teeth on Jimin’s shoulder as his own release spills out of him. It fills Jimin up and squirts around the base of his cock, dribbling down his balls to collect on the table top.
They stay like that for a minute, locked in each other’s bodies as they struggle to breathe and come down from the high. Taehyung keeps dragging his teeth on Jimin’s shoulder, gnawing on it without any real bite. It’s a massive improvement from their first time.
Jimin’s arms fall beside his head, limp from exertion. His entire body tingles from aftershocks. He lies there with half-lidded eyes, breathing and smacking his lips. He winces when Taehyung pulls out, feels the warm load dribble out of him. His ears are ringing and he can’t be bothered to make sense of anything in the post-orgasm haze so he tunes out.
He doesn’t hear his in-laws praise Taehyung for breeding him well with so much cum. They marvel at the state of his pussy, his entrance twitching and struggling to close. The cum dribbles out of him in periodic pulses. Taehyung lets out a distressed whine at the sight. He tries to collect it in his fingers and push it back in. His cock is only half-soft but it starts to harden again. His family consoles him with kisses and promises. There is no need to rush, they tell him.
Afterall, Jimin is now family. He belongs to them now. They will take care of him together – forever.