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Jimin is used to the post-performance celebration being just him, Tae, and Jungkook, but the addition of four others isn’t at all unwelcome. They all cram together in one table at the back of the bar nursing drinks and eating appetizers.
Jimin is sitting between Yoongi and Jin. He wishes he could blame his really bad case of the giggles on the alcohol, but he’s driving and has only had one drink. Jimin isn’t really sure how they even got around to telling jokes, but he likes it better than when they were teasing him and Yoongi for finally getting together. He’s just giddy with happiness, and Jin’s drunk, honking laugh at his own stupid jokes is contagious. Jin only takes Jimin’s giggles as encouragement to continue.
“What’s the difference between a dirty bus station and a crab with big boobs?” Jin asks with a grin, and Jimin is already laughing at the ridiculous question.
“What is it, hyung?” Taehyung asks from across the table, genuinely curious, even though next to him, Jungkook looks like he wants to put an end to it despite laughing two seconds ago. Hoseok, who’s sitting next to them, doesn’t even look like he wants to know, clearly exasperated, but Jimin thinks that might be because he’s heard this one before, and he’s completely sober—which Jimin has been assured several times is for the best. Hoseok is apparently a severe lightweight.
“One is a crusty bus station and the other is a busty crustacean,” Jin says and proceeds to laugh at his own joke. Tae claps his approval.
Jimin barely feels Yoongi sigh on the side of him as he’s too busy flinging himself at Jin’s broad shoulder and cracking up at Jin’s dumb laugh. It’s not even a funny joke, but when he turns to look at Yoongi who has his eyebrows raised at him, it only makes him laugh harder, leaning into Yoongi’s side. Yoongi wraps an arm around him.
“At least someone appreciates me,” Jin hiccups, turning to glare at Namjoon who’s sitting on his opposite side. Namjoon is struggling to maintain a straight face.
“Hyung, you’ve told me that joke at least five times,” Namjoon slurs his words a little, and Jimin isn’t sure the shots they ordered for everyone when they first got here—but drank by themselves—were good ideas.
“And you laughed every time!”
“Is that why you keep repeating it? I only laughed ‘cause I imagined a crab with boobs, hyung. Crabs don’t have boobs.”
Jin opens his mouth to say something, but Hoseok jumps in before he can.
“Alright, I think we’re ready to head out, right guys?” Hoseok asks Namjoon and Jin. “Jimin-ah, congrats on being done with your performances.”
Jimin smiles and thanks them for coming. He’s a little surprised when they want hugs goodbye, but Jimin obliges happily, feeling grateful to be so easily accepted into Yoongi’s friend group. He never thought he was missing much by keeping only a few friends, but he’s probably laughed more tonight than he has in years, and considering everything he’s opened himself up to lately, he’s willing to try out more. Jimin looks over at Yoongi.
“You ready to go, too?” Yoongi asks even though they drove here separately. Jimin nods when he looks over at Tae and Jungkook who are polishing off the rest of the food by basically stuffing their faces.
“Is it okay if I come to yours again?” Jimin asks Yoongi. He’s been staying over practically all week after his performances, and while Yoongi hasn’t complained and has been welcoming and nice about it, Jimin doesn’t want to impose if Yoongi wants his apartment to himself for the night.
“Of course,” Yoongi says, and Jimin smiles before he looks over at Tae who’s wiggling his eyebrows and sharing a look with Jungkook when he overhears. Jimin rolls his eyes at them because he and Yoongi haven’t even been having sex. They just cuddle and kiss in bed, all things that Jimin missed out on in the past, but now they make him feel so utterly warm and content. He can see why people are so happy to just have that. It’s his new favorite feeling.
“Okay, well it’s been fun, but we should go. Hope you two have fun tonight,” Jungkook announces, standing quickly and shooting them a sly smile.
“Wait, Kookie!” Tae says when Jungkook grabs his hand to pull him up, clearly rushing him out. “I haven’t even told Chim goodbye yet.” Tae gets up and walks over to stand next to Jimin. “Chim, I’m very proud of you for your performances and for working things out with Yoongi-hyung. I guess he’s not all bad.”
Jimin grins at his best friend and stands up to hug him. Tae clings to him tightly, and Jimin can feel him making silent and violent and probably threatening hand gestures at Yoongi behind him. Jimin tries to pull away to put an end to it, but Tae holds him to his chest until he’s done. When Jimin is finally released from the extended hug, Tae is smiling innocently.
“It was nice seeing you again, Yoongi-hyung!” Tae says sweetly with a wave, and Yoongi must not be too offended because he smiles and lifts his hand in a wave.
“You, too, Tae-yah, and you, Kook.” Yoongi waves at Jungkook also, but he seems more interested in plotting his path to the exit of the bar. Jimin doesn’t know why he’s in such a rush until he hears him mutter something about the bill to Tae, and they promptly take their exit.
“Hyung, how are they going to make me pay for my own celebration?” Jimin asks with a pout. He’s actually not surprised by Jungkook in the slightest, remembering all the times he’s ‘forgotten his wallet,’ but Jimin didn’t think Tae would do that. Yoongi snorts.
“That’s okay, I was planning on getting it anyway,” Yoongi says before waving down their server to settle the bill. Jimin oh’s, surprised even though he probably shouldn’t be. Yoongi has payed for him majority of the times they’ve hung out.
“I can get it. You don’t have to,” Jimin says even as Yoongi pulls out his wallet to take his card out. Yoongi’s eyebrows furrow.
“I want to.” Yoongi presses a chaste kiss to Jimin’s lips, not caring who’s around. Jimin flushes. “When I dance in a major production and invite all our mooching friends to my celebration, you can get it.”
Jimin wants to point out the major flaw in that statement: Yoongi is not a professional dancer and therefore isn’t likely to dance in a major production ever, but he just smiles gratefully instead.
“Thanks, hyung.”
“Of course. I’m proud of you, Sunshine.”
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Jimin has to stop by his own place to grab clothes before he heads over to Yoongi’s because, while Yoongi hasn’t complained about him borrowing stuff, Jimin is trying to be a thoughtful boyfriend and not make Yoongi do twice the amount of laundry. Yoongi opens the door in a towel, clearly just out of the shower with wet hair when Jimin arrives. Jimin doesn’t even pretend he isn’t checking him out after he closes the door behind himself, and the warm fuzzy feeling he gets when they kiss and cuddle isn’t the first thing that comes to mind. Yoongi’s hair is pushed back off his forehead and there’s a couple droplets of water dripping down his chest and lean torso from his shoulders. Jimin wants to kiss him and get rid of the towel. Yoongi raises an eyebrow at his staring, but he doesn’t give it any more attention.
“Did you get enough to eat? I can make you something if you’re still hungry,” Yoongi says, and Jimin tries to reel himself in because while he's being single minded, Yoongi is trying to take care of him.
“Yeah, I had dinner before, hyung. Were you getting ready for bed?” Jimin asks, pouting as he kicks off his shoes. The hour is pretty late, but he’d kind have been hoping they’d get to talk or watch a movie or something before going straight to bed. Jimin doesn’t have to go into the studio tomorrow for once, and he’d been looking forward to staying up a little later with Yoongi tonight.
“I’ll be up for a little while, but only one of us has the day off tomorrow, Sunshine,” Yoongi says as he leads the way to his bedroom.
Jimin follows Yoongi to put his stuff down. He almost opens his mouth to ask if Namjoon and Hoseok can handle everything without him for the day before he realizes how needy and selfish it sounds. He can’t ask Yoongi to not go to work, especially since they’ve already been spending a lot of time together. Still, Jimin has really liked spending time with Yoongi, and he almost can’t help wanting more. Jimin knows he was being selfish with his own time before they got together, and the last thing he wants to do is be selfish in a new way now that they’re together.
“Baby, don’t pout, we can do something after I finish at work that doesn’t involve staying in this apartment if you want,” Yoongi adds.
Jimin isn’t enticed by the idea of going out even if it would probably be fun. He likes just staying in with Yoongi.
“You want to see my knife?” Yoongi asks suddenly, like that will cheer him up. Jimin thinks for a second he’s trying to make a euphemism so he blushes before Yoongi laughs. “I meant the butterfly knife. You can practice with it if you want.”
Jimin momentarily forgets about the fact that Yoongi works tomorrow as he ponders Yoongi’s offer.
“But you already admitted I’m faster with it than you are last time you let me practice,” Jimin brags with a smile, his first fumbling attempts now a thing of the past.
Yoongi snorts before he makes sure the towel around his waist is secure and he opens the knife case to grab it. Jimin isn’t expecting to see Yoongi do more advanced tricks with the knife that look infinitely more impressive than just flipping it open and closed one handed. Jimin feels the satisfied smile fall off his face.
“Hyung, you lied to me! You said I was faster than you.”
Yoongi laughs, closing the knife, and coming closer to kiss Jimin. “Of course I did. You said you weren’t going to bed until you were faster and you had a performance the next day.”
Jimin pouts and glares at Yoongi but doesn’t push him away.
“Do you have to be better than me at everything?” Yoongi asks with a laugh. “You’re really good for a beginner, Jimin-ah,” Yoongi admits and Jimin smiles again, so Yoongi continues, “Really, you’re way better than I was when I first started.”
Jimin’s smile widens. He loves when Yoongi praises him. Jimin is about to say it’s because he has a good teacher, but then Yoongi hands him the knife and he gets an idea, pulling out his phone to hand to Yoongi.
“Snapchat me opening it for Tae and Kookie,” Jimin says, wanting to show off a little bit to his friends.
“Can I at least put on pants first?” Yoongi asks, gesturing to the towel that’s still wrapped securely around his waist. Jimin sighs but takes his phone back and uses the time it takes for Yoongi to pull on sweatpants under his towel to practice. It forces him to concentrate on keeping his fingers rather than staring at Yoongi get dressed.
Eventually Yoongi takes a video of Jimin opening and closing the knife that Jimin feels is impressive enough and he sends it to Tae and Jungkook following Jimin’s requests. Yoongi is still holding his phone while Jimin practices more when his phone buzzes with a reply. Jimin expects Yoongi to tell him what it says, but instead he just snorts and types something on his phone.
“Who is it? What are you saying, hyung?” Jimin asks and he locks the knife and sets it down on the desk before he tries to take his phone back. Yoongi stretches his arm up to hold it out of his reach.
“Nothing.”
“Hyung,” Jimin complains and Yoongi laughs but doesn’t give it back. Jimin hears his phone buzz several more times. “Hyung, I’m serious. Give it back.”
Yoongi just laughs again, so Jimin doesn’t feel bad when he pushes him back on the bed and crawls in his lap to grab his phone. He makes a noise of triumph when he reaches it and snatches it back. Yoongi doesn’t seem disappointed because his hands immediately go to hold Jimin’s waist, keeping him in his lap with a pleasant sounding hum.
Jimin doesn’t pay him any mind when he unlocks his phone and the chat window with Tae is still up so he can read what was sent.
I’m sure Yoongi is shaking now that you’re armed, Chim. You’re so powerful
He’s about as threatening as a baby chick with a knife
Are you saying you feel safe?
Yoongi?
See, this is why you shouldn’t underestimate Chim.
Jimin hits Yoongi’s bare chest. “I am not a baby chick, hyung!”
Yoongi just laughs, but Jimin finds it hard to be offended at the comparison because baby chicks are cute. He types out a reply to Tae.
Hyung is still alive. For now
He closes out of the chat window before he sees that Jungkook also responded.
Not the kind of fun I thought you’d be having, hyung, but it’s fine if this is what you’re into.
No judgement
Jimin just sends back a whole bunch of middle finger emojis before he locks his phone and tosses it somewhere on the bed. Yoongi’s hands travel down to grope his ass, and Jimin squeaks before he sees Yoongi staring at him intently. Jimin shifts in Yoongi’s lap before he leans down to kiss him. Yoongi groans into the kiss and his hands spread Jimin’s cheeks through his pants. It’s suggestive for what’s to come, and Yoongi makes his intentions more clear when he hooks his thumbs in Jimin’s pants and makes to get them off. Jimin realizes suddenly that this is about to escalate really fast, and they’re probably going to have sex.
Jimin isn’t prepared to be hit with nerves all the sudden. He pulls back abruptly, breaking the kiss. He knows that he shouldn’t be freaking out. They’ve had sex before, and it was great. Jimin wants to have sex with Yoongi again even, but it’s different to him now, even if he tells himself it really isn’t. He’s never assigned any special meaning to sex. It’s just fun, an easy way to blow off steam, but suddenly he’s in Yoongi’s bed, his boyfriend’s bed, and he’s struck with the thought that this time, in this instance, it will mean something more to him, whether he likes it or not, because he really cares about Yoongi and the experience will be special to him and hold more meaning to him for that connection alone.
“Jimin-ah?” Yoongi asks with his eyebrows furrowed in concern from Jimin’s sudden unresponsiveness. Yoongi’s hands move back to a respectable place on his waist. And holy shit, Yoongi loves him.
Jimin pushes himself off Yoongi’s lap, feeling a little shocked and overwhelmed. He just wants to collect himself because there’s nothing bad about the realization. It’s more new and exciting than it is daunting, but he needs a moment, which is why he scrambles for something to say.
“You compared me to a baby chick,” he says with a pout, and well, it’s true. He backs away from where Yoongi is still sitting on the bed.
“J-Jimin-ah! I was just teasing. Come back, baby.”
“No,” Jimin says petulantly. “I’m going to go shower.”
Jimin doesn’t wait to hear Yoongi’s response before he leaves the room to go to the bathroom to shower and get ready for bed. The warm water helps him to relax a bit, and as he finishes up in the bathroom he realizes that he was freaking out for no reason. He trusts Yoongi and really likes him. They have a really good thing going, and sure it’s new, but it already feels more solid than anything Jimin’s ever experienced before unless he counts his friendship with Tae, and even then Jimin knows this is different. He’s ready to embrace and experience his connection with Yoongi in every way he can, especially in the physical way he knows how and isn’t likely to mess up. Jimin pouts then because he realizes he ruined the moment they were having with his minor epiphany.
Yoongi is in bed reading when Jimin comes back to rummage through his bag for clothes to put on. Jimin doesn’t say anything to disturb him or bring attention to himself as he slides on his underwear under his towel before letting the towel fall. He doesn’t think Yoongi’s even paying him any attention, but Jimin looks up at the sound of Yoongi patting the bed as he bends to pick the towel off the floor.
“C’mere,” he says, putting his book on the nightstand. “You’re not really mad, are you?”
Jimin huffs, but he doesn’t bother with more clothes before crawling onto the bed with Yoongi and lying next to him.
“No,” Jimin admits, biting his bottom lip.
“Good. Baby chicks are cute just like you,” Yoongi says. He places several pecks to Jimin’s lips before kissing him deeply. He pulls away just before Jimin goes completely breathless. “This is okay, right?”
Jimin nods his head against the pillow, and Yoongi lets out a relieved sounding sigh. Jimin stretches out along the bed and groans as he feels his shoulders crack.
“Sore?” Yoongi asks and Jimin just shrugs because he’s not so much sore as it is his muscles are fatigued. Yoongi nudges him over until he’s lying on his stomach. Jimin goes willingly and isn’t disappointed when Yoongi’s hands start to massage out the knots in his back. His hands are kind of rough and one of them is large enough to cover his whole waist with his fingers splayed open. They’re really nice hands, and the heat of his palms leaves his skin tingling when they skim over, the slide of skin to skin audible. Jimin doesn’t bother to hold in his noises and moans loudly when they rub out a particularly tender spot.
“Good?”
Jimin hums affirmatively, and Yoongi’s hands fall to the dimples in his lower back before going lower to dig his thumbs into his backside through his short boxer briefs.
“Hyung,” Jimin whines and squirms. His underwear ride up with his movement and Yoongi uses it to his advantage, massaging where the bottom of his cheeks peek out.
“What? I’m massaging your glutes since you gave me such easy access,” Yoongi says and Jimin lifts his head to see Yoongi smirking which he expected. He could practically hear the smirk in his voice, so he isn’t surprised until his eyes trail down and he sees Yoongi’s large length, hard and straining in his sweatpants. Jimin isn’t that far behind, but Yoongi seems like he’s getting more out of the massage than he is. Jimin blushes.
“Your motives for playing with my ass seem more self-indulgent, hyung,” Jimin states before placing a hand on Yoongi’s crotch and gripping him through his sweats. He’d almost forgotten how big Yoongi is until Jimin feels him twitching under his palm.
Yoongi hisses under his grip before he chuckles. Jimin looks up at him and bites his lip before he moves closer to where he’s stroking Yoongi through his pants. Yoongi goes quiet when Jimin brings his face close enough that his lips brush the knuckles of his still moving hand. Jimin smiles when Yoongi’s breathing stutters. He holds Yoongi’s length closer to the base with his small hand and ducks down to mouth at the head through the sweatpants. Jimin has wanted to get his mouth on Yoongi’s big cock since he first saw it. The thought of his lips stretched around it along with the ache in his jaw and the nudging at the back of his throat is enough to make him close his eyes and moan in anticipation as he breathes hot air on it through the already spit moist pants.
“F-fuck, Sunshine, are you really doing this?” Yoongi asks lowly and Jimin shivers at the chill that climbs his back before he opens his eyes and looks up at Yoongi. Yoongi is looking down at him with his lips parted. His hands are clutching the comforter beneath him tightly, and Jimin feels a sense of accomplishment at how fast his breaths are coming.
Jimin nods and sits up to hook his fingers in Yoongi’s sweats before he pauses.
“Can I?” Jimin asks because they haven’t really discussed if it’s okay, even though Yoongi doesn’t seem opposed to the idea. Jimin wants to make sure.
“Yes! Yes, whatever you want, baby,” Yoongi says and Jimin smiles before inching Yoongi’s pants down and making a pleased sound when Yoongi’s dick springs free before pulling them all the way off. Jimin takes Yoongi’s swollen length in hand, his short fingers not able to fully encircle it. Yoongi growls impatiently as Jimin pumps him slowly, and Jimin smiles at him sweetly, feeling mischievous as he lowers his head again. He stares up at Yoongi as he taps the head of his dick to his pursed lips before pressing a kiss to it.
“Ah, fuck, Jimin, you’re killing me,” Yoongi groans. Jimin smiles against the tip before ducking down to lick up the length of Yoongi’s cock while staring at Yoongi who tosses his head back and parts his lips again with a sharp intake of breath. Jimin mouths at the length before reaching the top and taking Yoongi into his mouth. He hollows out his cheeks and sucks, bobbing his head in time to Yoongi’s pleasured grunts.
Jimin moans around Yoongi’s length when he starts to feel the ache in his jaw. He only pulls off to reposition himself, letting his hand take over and wiping the drool from his mouth with the back of his other hand. He moves so he can rest his head on Yoongi’s lower stomach as he takes more of the length into his mouth. Jimin fondles Yoongi’s balls when he swallows him deep, opening his throat. It tickles his throat as he takes him until his lips can almost reach the base.
Yoongi seizes up and moans and Jimin holds him there as long as he can before he feels like he has to cough and has to pull off.
“Good boy, shit, Jimin-ah, you’re going to make me come like this if you don’t stop,” Yoongi warns, but Jimin doesn’t listen. He likes having this bit of power over Yoongi for once.
Jimin takes Yoongi down his throat again until his hips start bucking up into it, and Jimin almost chokes. He pulls off abruptly with a cough, eyes watering.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, Sunshine. Are you okay?” Yoongi asks concerned, and Jimin sits up, blushing. Yoongi places his hands on Jimin’s cheeks and seems worried that his eyes are watering, and Jimin is incredibly warmed by his caring.
“It’s fine, hyung, I liked it,” Jimin says and he feels more flushed as he looks down at where he had his mouth moments ago. Yoongi’s dick is wet with his spit and is standing even stiffer than before, and Jimin wants to put his mouth back on it.
Yoongi groans before he kisses him, taking Jimin by surprise for a moment before he kisses back feverishly. Yoongi’s hands fall to yank off Jimin’s underwear. Jimin lifts his hips to help get them off, but Yoongi breaks the kiss to watch as he pulls them all the way off with his tongue poking out between his lips. Jimin tries to pull his legs up to hide under Yoongi’s intense gaze, but Yoongi’s warm hands hold his thighs and Jimin melts into the bed, only biting his lip in his shyness as he lies back propped up by the pillows at the head of the bed.
Yoongi sends him an easy smile before wrapping a rough hand around Jimin’s cock, his hand easily encompassing its entirety, and stroking it. Jimin whines at the loss of contact when Yoongi stops pumping him and releases his flushed cock. He tilts his chin up and bares his neck, squirming his hips into the bed to entice Yoongi to touch him further.
“Let me taste you, Jiminie,” Yoongi says gruffly, and Jimin nods his approval enthusiastically, but still Yoongi doesn’t touch him. “You gotta turn over for me.”
Jimin’s eyes go wide in surprise at what Yoongi means because he’s never known anyone to want to do that, let alone had anyone do that to him. While it doesn’t seem out of the question, Jimin freezes for a moment. Yoongi raises his eyebrows at him.
“You listen so well, Sunshine,” Yoongi says sarcastically, poking him in the side. “Or do you not want to?”
Jimin turns onto his stomach quickly after that, blushing furiously at knowing what Yoongi wants. A part of him thinks he shouldn’t want it, too, but he does, especially since he knows Yoongi will make him feel good. He arches his back and lifts his ass up. Yoongi lowers his face and sucks the fullest part of his ass in his mouth hard before releasing it noisily.
“Do you want me to? We can always do something else, Jimin-ah.”
“No! I-I want you to. I’ve just never had anyone do it to me before.” Jimin finds it easier to say into the pillows than facing Yoongi, even though he knows he shouldn’t be embarrassed about it. If it was anything else, he might not be embarrassed, but this feels really up close and personal in a new way he’s very unfamiliar with.
“Good, I can be the first,” Yoongi says possessively, and Jimin shouldn’t find it so fucking hot, but he’s a little bit ashamed that he does. “Just relax.”
Jimin nods and takes a deep breath, trying not to hold it as Yoongi’s hands spread him open to get a good look. He gasps as Yoongi lowers his head to lick a warm stripe up his crack. Jimin can’t help but tense up a little in anticipation. Yoongi massages the pad of his dry finger in circles over his entrance.
“Relax, baby, let me take care of you,” Yoongi says again into his lower back before he moves, tapping Jimin’s ass and sliding out of the bed to reach the nightstand to pull out a bottle of lube. Jimin wonders what Yoongi is doing with that right now and if Yoongi giving him a play by play would make him more or less nervous. Jimin’s not even really sure that he is nervous or excited or both. It all feels the same to him in the moment, but he tries to relax when Yoongi gets back on the bed. Yoongi is going to make him feel good. He trusts Yoongi. He can relax.
Yoongi bends down and breathes hot, humid air against his entrance. Jimin fists the comforter beneath him as he feels his face burn against the pillow. He relishes in the feeling of Yoongi swirling his tongue in circles around his hole as he pants because the little feeling he had in the back of his mind that made him think they shouldn’t be doing this, that it’s wrong, makes him feel even hotter and the tiniest bit naughty.
By the time Jimin’s crack is wet enough with Yoongi’s spit from all his licking and sucking, Yoongi holds him open easily with two slobbery fingers as he fucks him with his tongue. Jimin whines and can’t help but push his ass back into Yoongi’s gifted tongue.
“Y-Yoongi,” Jimin stutters. The warm, soft tongue plunges into him repeatedly, and makes him start to come undone. Yoongi withdraws his tongue with a slurping sound, and Jimin whines again.
Yoongi shushes him before he presses a kiss to the base of his spine. Jimin relaxes a little at that, resolving to be patient, especially when he hears the bottle of lube click open. Jimin is so loose and relaxed from the tongue fucking that Yoongi slowly presses in three lubed fingers easily. Jimin still feels the stretch, but it doesn’t burn, even when Yoongi presses them in deep. Jimin mewls when Yoongi starts thrusting them in and out.
“That’s it, baby, you like my fingers? You’re taking them so well,” Yoongi praises lowly, letting his fingers brush against Jimin’s prostate. Jimin writhes on the bed making desperate breathy sounds and dislodging Yoongi’s fingers a little. Yoongi seems to understand, tapping Jimin’s leg and letting him turn over without even verbally asking, clearly on the same wavelength.
Jimin places a hand on his neglected cock when Yoongi pulls out his fingers to lube up his thick length. He strokes himself even as Yoongi watches him, too turned on to feel nervous anymore. Yoongi hums his approval at him before pressing closer and angling the head of his cock to slide down from beneath his balls.
“You want it?” Yoongi asks just as the tip grazes Jimin’s entrance. Yoongi holds it there teasingly, and Jimin whimpers.
“Y-yes, hyung, please,” Jimin begs even though he doesn’t have to because Yoongi doesn’t waste time before pressing into him. Jimin hisses at the wider stretch, but he relaxes as Yoongi pushes deeper into him.
Yoongi moans loudly when he’s fully sheathed in Jimin’s tight ass but doesn’t immediately start thrusting. He waits for Jimin to give a small nod after he adjusts before he starts slow. Yoongi holds the tops of Jimin’s thighs with his thumbs in the creases of his groin as he increases his pace, and Jimin can’t believe how good he feels being filled with Yoongi’s hard cock.
“Oh my god, hyung,” Jimin moans, and Yoongi only breaks his rhythm a little to lean down and kiss him. Jimin thinks had he done that before they got together he might have been frustrated or turned off, but instead now it almost makes him come.
Jimin’s tummy is tensed from how turned on he is when Yoongi repositions him on his side. Yoongi lies behind him, fucking into him with a rumbling sound in his chest and pressing feverish kisses on Jimin’s neck. Jimin has one hand in Yoongi’s hair, keeping him close enough to kiss, and the other fisted in the covers. Yoongi’s hand is alternating between cupping and groping at his chest roughly and sliding down to his lower stomach to hold him closer so he gets the full impact at every thrust inside.
Yoongi’s cock is so deep inside him and Jimin doesn’t think he can hold on much longer, especially with Yoongi growling against his neck. Jimin’s hand falls from Yoongi’s hair, and he chokes on a sob when Yoongi gives it to him and he comes untouched. Jimin actually sobs when Yoongi doesn’t let up, whispering praises in his ear while Jimin’s cock continues to weakly spurt on the covers beneath him.
They’re both sweaty when Yoongi buries himself deep and comes inside Jimin a minute later. He lazily fucks him through his orgasm, and Jimin closes his eyes and bites his lip at his oversensitivity which feels halfway between too good and too much. Yoongi releases a shaky breath against his neck before he pulls out completely. Jimin turns in his arms to kiss him, wanting to stay close to Yoongi, and this time understanding why. Yoongi gives a pleased hum into the kiss before he pulls back, barely a hairsbreadth away. Jimin swallows the lump in his throat as their breaths mingle and Yoongi stares at him.
“See, it’s better in a bed, isn’t it?” Yoongi says after they catch their breath a little and when his lips curl into a smirk they brush against Jimin’s. Jimin sighs heavily, pulling back more, but he’s only pretending to hate the fact that he’s smiling and that he likes Yoongi so much. Yoongi’s eyes crinkle up as he laughs. “I love you,” he says more seriously.
Jimin exhales, feeling a lot of things at once like a punch to the gut. He’s so happy to have made it to where he is with Yoongi that his head feels like it’s buzzing with it. He feels overwhelmingly fond of Yoongi in the moment. Part of him is still in disbelief that they made it here after everything, but another part of him feels like there’s no way he could have missed out on this with Yoongi; it had to be Yoongi, who hasn’t stopped smiling at him even though Jimin hasn’t said anything back.
Yoongi moves to get up after a minute, and he says something, but Jimin doesn’t hear it as he struggles to hold himself together. He doesn’t even know why his eyes feel hot with tears. Jimin has never cried after sex, and he’s embarrassed to start now, especially when Yoongi comes back with a warm towel and the smile is wiped off his face when he sees Jimin crying. Jimin tries to smile so Yoongi knows he’s okay, but Yoongi’s look of concern as he kneels, still completely naked, on the bed hesitantly somehow makes Jimin’s eyes water more. Jimin covers his face.
“Jimin-ah? What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” Yoongi asks, a little frantically. Jimin just shakes his head. “Did I do something you didn’t like, baby? Jimin, you’re scaring me. What is it?”
Jimin shakes his head again and pulls Yoongi closer when he seems too hesitant to come any closer on his own. He tucks his face in Yoongi’s chest and humphs with an embarrassed pout. He feels the vibrations of Yoongi’s chuckle before Yoongi wraps his arms around him, forgetting about the towel.
“You’re not going to tell me? Was my dick that good?” Yoongi asks in disbelief, but clearly feeling Jimin is okay enough to joke.
Jimin slaps playfully at Yoongi’s chest, even if he feels like Yoongi does really have a reason to boast. Jimin has to keep him humble. Yoongi kisses the top of his head.
“I don’t like seeing you cry. You’re not upset, are you?”
“No,” Jimin says finally. “I, hyung— ” Jimin doesn’t know what to say, but Yoongi is smiling and Jimin thinks he understands. Jimin really hopes he does.
#
Jimin is woken up what feels like only a short few hours later, but has to be a while later because Yoongi is already up and dressed for work.
“Sorry, baby, I just wanted to let you know you can stay as long as you want, but I’m leaving the spare key here if you leave,” Yoongi says putting the key on the nightstand. “You can help yourself to whatever you find, okay?”
Jimin pouts. “Do you have to go, hyung?” he mumbles sleepily even though he knows it’s no use. Yoongi practically coos at him before kissing his cheek. Jimin just pouts more.
“Go back to sleep, Sunshine. It’s early. We can hang out when I get off, okay? I promise.”
Jimin sighs but nods, snuggling back into the warm spot he created.
“Okay, bye, hyung, have a good day,” Jimin says before he closes his eyes, feeling Yoongi play with his hair before he falls back asleep.
#
Jimin wakes up later to Yoongi standing over him. Jimin rubs at his eyes sleepily because he can’t have slept until late afternoon when Yoongi is supposed to get off work, but Yoongi is still standing there with his eyebrows raised when Jimin looks again. He’s still dressed in his work clothes, but his white shirt is surprisingly not dirty.
“You going to sleep all day, Sunshine?” Yoongi asks with a laugh at Jimin’s obvious sleepy puzzlement.
“Hyung, what are you doing here? I thought you had work?”
“I also had my boyfriend in my bed pouting and asking me to stay this morning, so I took lunch. Everyone at the garage thinks I’m whipped now, thank you,” Yoongi says playfully, and Jimin smiles as cutely as he can manage. “I texted you to ask you what you wanted and to make sure you were still here before I got food, but someone didn’t answer so I just got what was fastest because I have to go back soon. Of course I get here and you’re still asleep and haven’t moved a muscle.”
“Sorry, hyung, I guess I was more tired than I thought I was, and I don’t know where my phone is,” Jimin says, sitting up and looking around. He was pretty sure he threw it on the bed somewhere, but he doesn’t see it.
“Look for it later? The foods getting cold,” Yoongi offers, and Jimin nods.
Jimin goes to stand before he realizes he’s still completely naked under the covers. He’s still messy from not cleaning up the night before. He scrunches his nose, not feeling sexy in the slightest as Yoongi watches him, smirking, while Jimin pulls on Yoongi’s discarded sweatpants.
They eat out of takeaway containers on the couch in front of the tv, even though they mostly talk over it. Jimin doesn’t even realize how much time goes by as Yoongi teases him into eating more by telling him he also ‘eats like a baby chick.’ Yoongi eventually has to get up to leave again, though, and Jimin makes an effort not to pout this time as he kisses him goodbye.
After Yoongi leaves, Jimin goes to take a shower and search for his phone. He finds it eventually under the bed. He has a couple missed texts from Yoongi, but he clicks on the one from Tae.
You never did give me an update, Chim, how is it to have Yoongi change your rear oil? ;)