𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙷𝚊𝚍 𝙼𝚎 𝙰𝚝 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 #yoonminau 🔞
After his random prank call ends in phone sex, the next day Jimin realizes that his new professor's voice sounds oddly familiar...
#yoonminfest #ymfest_d6
After his random prank call ends in phone sex, the next day Jimin realizes that his new professor's voice sounds oddly familiar...
#yoonminfest #ymfest_d6
Tags:
- College student Jimin
- Professor Yoongi
- Age Gap (Jimin 21, Yoongi 34)
- Dilf Yoongi
- Phone sex
- Smut
- Forbidden relationship
- Strangers to Lovers
- Very minor Minimoni (there's like one scene of them dancing)
- College student Jimin
- Professor Yoongi
- Age Gap (Jimin 21, Yoongi 34)
- Dilf Yoongi
- Phone sex
- Smut
- Forbidden relationship
- Strangers to Lovers
- Very minor Minimoni (there's like one scene of them dancing)
Reposting this after it has been brought to my attention that a story with an incredibly similar plot already exists so I'm linking it here. I didn't know the story or the author and I didn't copy anything !! Feel free to check out this story too! 💜
https://twitter.com/daeguspeaches/status/969651017351561216?s=20
Thank you to everyone who encouraged me to repost, I work very hard on my aus and didn't want to risk this one being viewed as plagiarism so I really appreciate your feedback and your support 💜
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Jimin feels like his ceiling is going to drop on his head if he studies for one more minute.
He’s only a few days into his new semester in college and he’s already drowning in work. Honestly he doesn’t even know how this is possible. He’s got so many assignments from his professors that he already feels like he’s falling behind even though the week just started.
He stares at his notepad, his face scrunched up in annoyance and his lips pursed into a small pout while he twirls his pen around.
There’s no point in continuing. His head feels like it’s going to explode and he can’t get anything done like that. He needs to take a break, needs to distract himself and breathe because this is getting out of hand and if he continues like that all semester he’ll be burned +
+ out in no time.
He puts his pen down with a sigh and runs a hand through his blonde hair, letting his eyes fall shut as he stretches his arms above his head and leans back in his chair. His back is killing him and his shoulders ache, he should really take it easy during +
He puts his pen down with a sigh and runs a hand through his blonde hair, letting his eyes fall shut as he stretches his arms above his head and leans back in his chair. His back is killing him and his shoulders ache, he should really take it easy during +
+ dance practice next time.
He pushes himself off the chair, its legs squeaking a little against the floor as it scoots back in the process, and puts his notepad back into his backpack. He’ll take care of this later, now it’s time to relax after such an exhausting day.
He pushes himself off the chair, its legs squeaking a little against the floor as it scoots back in the process, and puts his notepad back into his backpack. He’ll take care of this later, now it’s time to relax after such an exhausting day.
He grabs his phone from the desk and lets himself plop down on his bed, bouncing a little on the soft mattress and sighing contently. Much better already.
He scrolls through his phone for a while, checking his social medias and texting some friends but nobody seems to have time for him right now. Everyone is busy in the first week of college.
Jimin lets out a quiet whine in frustration when he doesn’t get any attention from anyone. He’s always been a little needy. Okay maybe very needy when it comes to attention. He hates being ignored and alone, he loves having people around him.
After a while he gives up, frowning as he stares at the ceiling, his phone resting face down on his chest. He’ll have to entertain himself tonight, but what should he do?
He ends up looking up ‚Things to do when bored‘ out of desperation and scrolls through numerous articles and blog posts, but nothing really catches his attention. They’re all things that either require tools he doesn’t have, other people or are just things he doesn’t want to do.
He’s about to give up when one suggestions catches his eye.
A prank call.
A prank call.
Jimin almost feels embarrassed at how intrigued he suddenly is by the idea. It’s such a childish thing to do, to mess with a stranger like that and it’s not really something someone in college would do, but Jimin is bored and starved of human interaction so this seems like a +
+ great idea.
Nobody needs to know, right?
He nibbles on his bottom lip for a few minutes, debating whether he should go for it or not until he sighs in defeat and types in a random number and presses the call button.
Nobody needs to know, right?
He nibbles on his bottom lip for a few minutes, debating whether he should go for it or not until he sighs in defeat and types in a random number and presses the call button.
His eyes widen when he hears the first ring and he feels his heartbeat pick up a little, continuing to nervously chew on his lip. His excitement mixes with anxiety and he can’t help but giggle nervously, sitting up on his bed and pulling his legs to his chest.
He feels like a stupid teenager at a party again.
The phone rings a few times until suddenly he hears the line connect and he takes a deep breath.
„Hello?“
The phone rings a few times until suddenly he hears the line connect and he takes a deep breath.
„Hello?“
Jimin almost drops the phone when he hears the voice on the other end, his mouth hanging open and eyes wide.
He’s never heard such a hot voice before.
He’s never heard such a hot voice before.
He could never understand when people were gushing over other people’s voices, never considered a voice hot or sexy before, but this man’s, this stranger’s voice has Jimin’s breath hitching in his throat.
It’s so deep, so raspy and it almost sounds a little lazy like he’s tired or maybe just woke up from a nap. Jimin can’t even imagine what it would sound like in the morning.
„Hello?“ The man asks again and Jimin blinks rapidly, realizing he needs to say something so he quickly clears his throat and tries to gather his thoughts.
„H-Hi.“ He stutters out, mentally cursing himself for letting this affect him so much.
„H-Hi.“ He stutters out, mentally cursing himself for letting this affect him so much.
There’s a shuffling sound on the other end, almost as if someone sits up in bed, „Who is this?“
Jimin lets out a shaky breath, nervously rubbing his hand over his chest as he tries to remember what he wanted to say. He completely lost his train of thought when this stranger started speaking.
Jimin frowns when his mind wanders off to places it definitely should not be going. But he can’t help it. He wants this voice to whisper dirty things into his ear. This man could insult him and Jimin would say thank you.
He realizes that he still hasn’t answered and lets out a nervous chuckle, running a hand through his hair, „Um, I’m just gonna be honest, this was supposed to be a prank call, but I was completely taken aback by your voice and now I forgot what I wanted to say.“
There’s silence on the other end for a few moments, then the man huffs out a small chuckle and Jimin can hear him sigh, „Ah you kids and your pranks. You shouldn’t do that, you know.“
Jimin can’t help but let out a small whine at the sound of that wonderful voice scolding him. He wouldn’t mind getting scolded more often if it was done by this man.
„I’m not a kid!“ He rushes to get out, frowning at his own eagerness and leaning forward to sit criss crossed +
„I’m not a kid!“ He rushes to get out, frowning at his own eagerness and leaning forward to sit criss crossed +
+ on his bed, „This is gonna sound so lame but everyone I know is busy and I’m bored and starved for social interaction which is how I ended up here.“
There’s another chuckle on the other end of the call. It’s a beautiful sound that Jimin wants to hear more of, „What’s your name?“
„Jimin.“ He smiles as he says it, then giggles shyly, „What’s yours?“
„Jimin.“ He smiles as he says it, then giggles shyly, „What’s yours?“
He hears a hum on the other end before the man speaks up again, „That name fits your voice. I’m Yoongi.“
Jimin feels himself blush, squirming around on his bed as he rubs his hand over his thigh, „Does it?“
Jimin feels himself blush, squirming around on his bed as he rubs his hand over his thigh, „Does it?“
Yoongi hums again, then Jimin hears him breathe in through his nose, „It’s sweet, soft.“
Jimin giggles shyly and bites down on his bottom lip as he traces patterns on his thigh, „I like your voice, Yoongi-ssi.“
„Yeah?“ The other asks, almost sounding a little amused.
Jimin giggles shyly and bites down on his bottom lip as he traces patterns on his thigh, „I like your voice, Yoongi-ssi.“
„Yeah?“ The other asks, almost sounding a little amused.
Jimin just nods until he realizes Yoongi can’t see him, „It’s making me shy.“ He admits, then whines and covers his face with his hands, „Ah, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.“
He hears an actual laugh on the other end and blushes even more at the sound. It sounds beautiful, raspy and slightly airy. Jimin loves it. He’s not this shy usually, normally he’s actually quite confident and flirty but for some reason this voice turns him into mush.
„What do you like about my voice, Jimin-ssi?“ Yoongi asks and Jimin swears he drops his voice lower on purpose when he says Jimin’s name.
He can’t help when a quiet gasp falls from his lips, his eyelashes fluttering. He never wants to hear his name spoken by anyone else again, only by Yoongi. His body feels hot and he’s tingling all over and he almost feels embarrassed at how much this stranger saying his name is +
+ affecting him.
„I like it when you say my name.“ He mumbles, laying back against his pillows and staring up at the ceiling as he rubs his hand over his chest, „Actually made a shiver run down my spine.“ He’s not sure why he’s being so open about this to a complete stranger.
„I like it when you say my name.“ He mumbles, laying back against his pillows and staring up at the ceiling as he rubs his hand over his chest, „Actually made a shiver run down my spine.“ He’s not sure why he’s being so open about this to a complete stranger.
„Did it now?“ Yoongi hums. Jimin swears he can hear the smirk in his voice. He never expected to end up here tonight, with a stranger on the phone turning him on more and more with every word he speaks. But here he is and he’s curious to see where he can take this.
„Yeah.“ Jimin breathes out, lightly clutching his shirt over his chest, „I think I could listen to you read a shopping list and that would be enough to get me excited.“
Yoongi chuckles lowly and Jimin lets out another small whine, squirming on his bed as his body heats up more and more, „Excited you say…are you excited right now, Jimin-ssi?“
Jimin just nods again, sucking in a deep breath through his nose before he breathes out a quiet „Yeah.“ His brain feels fuzzy, clouded by arousal and he doesn’t care that this is a complete stranger or that he has no idea what he even looks like.
If he looks anything like his voice sounds Jimin swears he’s not gonna survive, „I wish I could have you here whispering in my ear.“
It's bold, he knows it is and he does feel nervous about it, but the possibility of Yoongi engaging and taking this further is more than worth it.
„What do you want me to whisper to you, Jimin? Is it okay if I call you Jimin?“ Yoongi asks. Jimin can hear a shift in his voice, it sounds a little more breathy, a little more eager almost and Jimin can’t help but smirk when he realizes that Yoongi is affected by this too.
„Call me anything you want.“ Jimin says a little too quickly, causing Yoongi to chuckle as Jimin clears his throat, „Dirty things. I want you to say dirty things to me. Is that okay?“
Yoongi sucks in a breath on the other end of the call, then lets out a low hum and Jimin feels anticipation bubble up inside him, hoping that Yoongi will join his little game.
„Dirty things.“ Yoongi smirks, then there’s silence for a few moments, Jimin’s excitement building up even more, „You would like that, wouldn’t you? You’d love to have me on top of you, to feel my breath against your ear, hm?“
„Yoongi.“ Jimin breathes out, letting his eyes fall shut and biting down on his lip, „Fuck, I’d love that, want you to touch me.“
„Where? Tell me where, Jimin.“ The slightly demanding tone of Yoongi’s voice makes Jimin’s breath hitch in his throat and he can’t help himself when he slips his hand under his shirt to rub at his chest, letting his fingers graze over his nipples and gasping quietly.
He can feel himself getting hard in his sweatpants but he can’t bring himself to be embarrassed about it.
„Everywhere.“ He breathes out, „Yoongi, I want you all over me. Your lips too.“
„Everywhere.“ He breathes out, „Yoongi, I want you all over me. Your lips too.“
„Bet you’d taste so wonderful. Wanna kiss every inch of you, make you feel so good.“ Yoongi hums lowly, then lets out a shaky breath, „Tell me if I’m going too far.“
Jimin whines and finally slides his hand down to his crotch, cupping the bulge in his sweatpants and pressing his palm down against it, „Y-You’re not, I’m getting hard.“
„Fuck okay good, me too.“ Yoongi breathes out and Jimin groans quietly at the thought, „Are you touching yourself, Jimin?“
Jimin just nods again, then finally starts palming himself through his pants and lets out a quiet moan, „Y-Yeah, couldn’t help myself.“
Jimin just nods again, then finally starts palming himself through his pants and lets out a quiet moan, „Y-Yeah, couldn’t help myself.“
He hears Yoongi groan on the other end of the call and Jimin’s eyebrows draw together as a gasp falls from his lips at the sound, „Fuck you sound so hot.“
„How are you touching yourself, Jimin, tell me.“ Yoongi urges on, his voice more strained now, more breathy and needy and Jimin is getting off on it more than he’d like to admit.
„So demanding.“ Jimin breathes out with a smirk on his face, then slips his hand into his underwear and wraps his hand around himself to jerk himself off, gasping loudly at the feeling, „I have my hand around myself, wish it was yours, Yoongi.“
Yoongi lets out a moan and it’s the most beautiful sound Jimin has ever heard. He involuntarily speeds up his hand at the sound, his back arching off the bed in the process as his toes curl.
„Fuck Jimin me too. Wish I could feel you, I’d make you feel so good.“ Yoongi groans into the phone and Jimin can hear some squelching sounds, making him realize that Yoongi must be touching himself too, his cheeks flushing at the thought.
„How?“ Jimin breathes out, „How would you make me feel good?“
„There’s so much I wanna do to you.“ Yoongi groans, „Wanna pin you down to the bed, push my fingers deep inside of you and stretch you until you’re a begging and squirming mess, trembling underneath me.“
„There’s so much I wanna do to you.“ Yoongi groans, „Wanna pin you down to the bed, push my fingers deep inside of you and stretch you until you’re a begging and squirming mess, trembling underneath me.“
„Fuck.“ Jimin whimpers, letting go off himself to pull his pants and underwear off, letting them drop to the floor beside his bed, „Yoongi that’s so hot, bet you’d reach so deep, make me feel so good.“
Jimin hears another moan coming through the speaker of the phone as he fumbles for the bottle of lube in his bedside drawer. When he finally finds it he squeezes some on his fingers and reaches around his thigh, spreading his legs as he rubs a finger to his rim before pushing +
+ it inside, a loud moan falling from his lips.
„Tell me how you’re touching yourself, Yoongi.“ He almost begs, desperate to hear more of those lewd things coming out of the other’s mouth.
„Tell me how you’re touching yourself, Yoongi.“ He almost begs, desperate to hear more of those lewd things coming out of the other’s mouth.
Yoongi sucks in a deep breath and Jimin can hear the movements of his hand slowing down, „Took my pants off and I’m stroking myself with my hand. Can’t help imagining it’s your mouth though, baby.“
Jimin immediately lets out a loud moan, throwing his head back as he pushes a second finger into himself and pumps them in and out, „Oh my god keep calling me that.“
„Yeah, baby? You like that?“ Yoongi breathes out and Jimin quickly nods even though Yoongi won’t be able to see.
„Love it.“ Jimin whines, „Fuck Yoongi I- my fingers are too short.“
„Love it.“ Jimin whines, „Fuck Yoongi I- my fingers are too short.“
„Poor baby.“ Yoongi coos, then lets out another groan as his hand speeds up again, „Fingering yourself but can’t reach? Do you have a toy, baby? Why don’t you use that?“
Jimin whines loudly, shaking his head as he squirms and twists his body, his hand starting to hurt from how much he’s twisting it to get his fingers deeper inside himself, „Want you. Need you.“
„Fuck Jimin, I’d wreck you if I was there. Would make you scream my name while I fuck you.“ Yoongi groans loudly and Jimin has a feeling he’s close by how much heavier his breathing is getting.
Jimin knows he won’t last much longer either, can feel that familiar heat bundle up in his stomach, his abdomen tightening, so he quickly pushes a third finger into himself and gasps loudly at the stretch.
„Y-Yoongi I’m close.“ Jimin pants out, quickly putting the other on speaker so he can use his other hand to stroke himself in time with the pumps of his fingers inside him.
„Me too, baby, won’t last much longer, not when you’re moaning so prettily.“ Yoongi mumbles and Jimin feels his cheeks flush again.
„You like my moans?“
„Hottest thing I’ve ever heard, can’t get enough of them.“ Yoongi admits, then groans helplessly when Jimin finally reaches his prostate and lets out a loud whimper, „Fuck baby you’re killing me.“
„Hottest thing I’ve ever heard, can’t get enough of them.“ Yoongi admits, then groans helplessly when Jimin finally reaches his prostate and lets out a loud whimper, „Fuck baby you’re killing me.“
„Fuck!“ Jimin gasps, continuing to rub his fingers to the small bundle of nerves inside, „Yoongi I’m coming!“
„Go ahead, baby, let me hear you.“ Yoongi pants heavily. Jimin hears the movements of his hand speed up but he can’t even focus on it.
„Go ahead, baby, let me hear you.“ Yoongi pants heavily. Jimin hears the movements of his hand speed up but he can’t even focus on it.
He helplessly tugs at his cock and presses his fingers against his prostate until he finally slips over the edge and his eyes roll back in his head as he chokes out a broken moan.
His body jerks with the waves of pleasure rushing through him and he just barely registers Yoongi’s voice, hears him moan loudly and suck in heavy breaths making him assume that Yoongi just came as well.
He pants heavily as he comes down from his high, pulling his fingers out and letting go off himself as he groans a little at the mess on his stomach. He takes a deep breath through his nose, trying to calm himself down.
„Fuck Jimin.“ Yoongi’s voice suddenly reminds him that he’s still on a call with the stranger who he now feels oddly close to. He blushes at the realization of what he just did.
„That was so fucking hot.“ Jimin breathes out, causing Yoongi to chuckle on the other end.
„That was so fucking hot.“ Jimin breathes out, causing Yoongi to chuckle on the other end.
„Definitely not where I expected my evening to go, but I’m not complaining.“ Yoongi mumbles, still slightly out of breath. Jimin can hear that he’s smiling and it makes him relax.
„Me neither.“ He chuckles, wiping the cum from his hand on his stomach before he sits up, whining a little at how sticky he feels. He needs a shower.
„Would it be weird if I said I wanna talk to you again?“ Yoongi suddenly asks and Jimin immediately breaks out into a big grin, giggling into his hand. He didn’t want to admit it but he really wants to meet Yoongi now. He can’t deny that he’s curious.
„Not at all, are you in Seoul? Maybe we could actually meet each other some time?“ He suggests, grabbing some tissues from his bedside table to clean himself up.
„I am and I’d love to. I got your phone number now so I’ll text you, alright?“ Yoongi offers which Jimin quickly agrees to, „We should probably shower and clean ourselves up. It was a pleasure to meet you, Jimin.“
„Literally.“ Jimin giggles, shaking his head in disbelief, „Don’t make me wait for your text too long.“
„I won’t.“ Yoongi chuckles, „Talk to you soon, good night, Jimin.“
„I won’t.“ Yoongi chuckles, „Talk to you soon, good night, Jimin.“
„Good night.“ Jimin says softly, then sighs as he hangs up the call and lets himself fall back against his pillows, staring at the ceiling.
What did just happen?
What did just happen?
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„Jiminie!“
Jimin lifts his gaze from his phone, looking in the direction the voice came from and smiling when he sees his best friend running towards him. His hair is bouncing with each step and his brown satchel bag is slipping off his shoulder along with his beige +
Jimin lifts his gaze from his phone, looking in the direction the voice came from and smiling when he sees his best friend running towards him. His hair is bouncing with each step and his brown satchel bag is slipping off his shoulder along with his beige +
+ knitted cardigan.
Jimin can’t help but chuckle at the mess.
„Hey Tae.“
Jimin can’t help but chuckle at the mess.
„Hey Tae.“
„I’m so sorry I didn’t reply last night! I was drowning in homework, I don’t know why they have to give us so much work when the semester just started.“ Taehyung mumbles slightly out of breath and Jimin just shakes his head with a bright smile on his face.
„It’s alright, I still had a good night.“
Taehyung narrows his eyes at Jimin, eyeing him suspiciously as he crosses his arms over his chest, „That’s your ‚I just got laid‘ smile…what are you not telling me?“
Taehyung narrows his eyes at Jimin, eyeing him suspiciously as he crosses his arms over his chest, „That’s your ‚I just got laid‘ smile…what are you not telling me?“
Jimin’s cheeks immediately turn bright pink and he averts his gaze from Taehyung, looking to the ground as he scratches the back of his neck. He’s never been a good liar, „You’ll think I’m crazy.“
„Jimin, tell me!“ Taehyung whines loudly, hitting Jimin’s shoulder as he pouts at him, „You got that post-fuck glow, I’m jealous.“
„You literally have a boyfriend.“ Jimin rolls his eyes, huffing out a breath.
„You literally have a boyfriend.“ Jimin rolls his eyes, huffing out a breath.
„Who’s so busy with college and so exhausted from his assignments that he falls asleep whenever I try anything. It’s been two weeks Jimin. Two. Weeks.“ Taehyung whines and Jimin can’t help but chuckle, ruffling Taehyung’s hair.
„You poor, poor man.“ He coos in fake pity, then pinches Taehyung’s cheek.
„Now tell me who the lucky bastard who got to fuck you is.“ Taehyung smirks and Jimin quickly shushes him, looking around himself to see if anyone heard them. Not the whole campus needs to know about his sex life.
„I didn’t sleep with anyone. Well not really.“ Jimin mumbles, Taehyung’s eyebrows drawing together in confusion as he looks at him expectantly, waiting for him to elaborate. Jimin sighs, „I had phone sex.“
„You had what?!“ Taehyung shouts, Jimin immediately shushing him again but he just stares at him with wide eyes, „With whom?“
Jimin lets out a nervous chuckle, rubbing his upper arm, „Um…“
Jimin lets out a nervous chuckle, rubbing his upper arm, „Um…“
„You don’t know him?“ Taehyung gasps in disbelief and Jimin just gives him a small nod.
„Tae, I fell for his voice. I’ve never experienced something like that before. He only had to say hello and I was gone.“ Jimin whines, continuing to glance around them to make sure nobody +
„Tae, I fell for his voice. I’ve never experienced something like that before. He only had to say hello and I was gone.“ Jimin whines, continuing to glance around them to make sure nobody +
+ is listening.
Taehyung just smirks at him, shaking his head, „How did you end up in a call with Mr. Hot-Voice?“
Taehyung just smirks at him, shaking his head, „How did you end up in a call with Mr. Hot-Voice?“
„Don’t call him that, his name is Yoongi.“ Jimin frowns, playing with the sleeves of his fuzzy light blue cardigan, not meeting Taehyung’s eyes, „I…I was bored, nobody had time for me so I decided to prank call someone and typed in a random number.“
„And ended up having phone sex with that stranger. Holy shit Jimin!“ Taehyung laughs loudly, holding his stomach as he doubles over.
„Stop!“ Jimin whines loudly, pulling him up and lightly shaking his shoulders, „Don’t make fun of me, it was hot.“
„Stop!“ Jimin whines loudly, pulling him up and lightly shaking his shoulders, „Don’t make fun of me, it was hot.“
It takes Taehyung a few minutes to calm down, Jimin continuing to whine about it.
„So you have absolutely no idea who he is or what he looks like?“ He asks, wiping some tears from his eyes as he continues to chuckle quietly.
„So you have absolutely no idea who he is or what he looks like?“ He asks, wiping some tears from his eyes as he continues to chuckle quietly.
Jimin sighs heavily and shakes his head, „I know his name is Yoongi, he lives in Seoul and judging by his voice I think he might be a bit older than us.“
„You’re insane.“ Taehyung chuckles, wrapping his arm around Jimin’s shoulders, „Are you gonna do it again?“
„You’re insane.“ Taehyung chuckles, wrapping his arm around Jimin’s shoulders, „Are you gonna do it again?“
„He said he’d text me, but he hasn’t yet.“ Jimin shrugs, pulling out his phone to confirm his statement and sighing quietly when his screen shows no notifications.
„Give him some time, some random stranger called him and had sex with him over the phone. I would be a little confused too.“ Taehyung grins and starts walking them towards their next lecture which they have together.
They sit down in one of the front rows because this is their first lecture with this professor and they want to make a good impression. A few other people seem to have had the same idea but a lot are also immediately walking up the stairs to the back rows.
It doesn’t take long and most of the seats are filled, a constant buzz of different conversations flooding the room.
Only a few minutes later a man with dark hair hair enters the room. He’s wearing a simple outfit, black slacks and a black button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, but it fits him so well, accentuates his body so perfectly that Jimin can’t help but think it +
looks incredible. His facial expression is blank, bored almost but despite the glasses he’s wearing Jimin immediately notices his sharp eyes. He doesn’t even throw a glance at the students, just walks to his desk and places his bag on it, taking out his things.
Jimin immediately feels intrigued by him. Yes he’s attractive, very attractive and he looks surprisingly hot for a professor, but that’s not why Jimin is so curious. There’s something about him, about the way he carries himself that makes Jimin want to dive in deeper, find out +
+ more. He seems cold and distant, disinterested even, but Jimin feels like he’ll learn a lot from him.
When the man walks around the desk to lean back against it, sitting on the edge of it and finally looks at the students it doesn’t take long until everyone falls silent.
When the man walks around the desk to lean back against it, sitting on the edge of it and finally looks at the students it doesn’t take long until everyone falls silent.
He has his arms crossed over his chest and Jimin can see some veins pop under the pale skin but he forces himself not to focus on it.
„Hello everyone, I’m Min Yoongi, your professor for this semester.“
„Hello everyone, I’m Min Yoongi, your professor for this semester.“
As soon as the first word leaves the man’s mouth, Jimin’s jaw drops and he grips onto his thigh, choking on a breath and quickly trying to cover it with a cough. Yoongi’s eyes flick up towards the sound, making him look almost like a cat and Jimin feels his cheeks turn bright red
Taehyung leans over to him, watching him in confusion, „You okay?“ He whispers. Jimin just gives a quick jerk of his head that’s supposed to be a nod and gulps heavily.
He would recognize that voice everywhere.
That’s the voice belonging to none other than the stranger who he got off with last night on the phone.
That’s the voice belonging to none other than the stranger who he got off with last night on the phone.
He can’t help but stare at Yoongi as he continues talking. Seeing Yoongi while hearing his voice makes it even more intense. He looks disinterested and bored but there’s that flicker in his eyes that shows his passion for this topic, for music.
The lazy drawl of his voice is bringing Jimin back to last night and he can’t help but let out a shaky breath.
How is he supposed to get through this semester like this?
How is he supposed to get through this semester like this?
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„Why have you been so weird the whole time?“ Taehyung whispers when the lecture is over and everyone is packing their things away.
Jimin knows exactly what he’s talking about. He didn’t say a single word and just stared at Yoongi the whole time. He never expected Yoongi to look like this, to be so attractive. How is that even fair, how is he supposed to focus when this man got off with him on the phone?
„This is Yoongi.“ Jimin whispers, cheeks immediately flushing again as he glances at Yoongi.
„What?“
„The guy I talked to last night. It’s him.“ Jimin mumbles, squirming uncomfortably in his seat.
„What?“
„The guy I talked to last night. It’s him.“ Jimin mumbles, squirming uncomfortably in his seat.
Taehyung’s eyes immediately widen, his mouth opening to say something as he looks between their professor and Jimin, „You don’t know that.“
„I recognize his voice, Tae. Trust me, it’s him.“ Jimin sighs, running a hand through his hair in frustration, „What do I do?“
„Nothing, it will just get both of you in trouble if someone finds out.“ Taehyung quickly shakes his head.
„Nothing, it will just get both of you in trouble if someone finds out.“ Taehyung quickly shakes his head.
Jimin frowns and takes a deep breath through his nose, glancing over at Yoongi again and watching him talk to some students, „Should I talk to him? Should I tell him?“
„I don’t know, Jimin…“ Taehyung trails off with a sigh, „What would you even say?“
„I don’t know, Jimin…“ Taehyung trails off with a sigh, „What would you even say?“
„The truth? I don’t know.“ Jimin mumbles, scratching the back of his head, „I feel like he should know…“
His professor must feel the way he’s staring at him because he looks over and their eyes meet. Jimin’s breath immediately hitches in his throat, his lips parting as he quickly averts his gaze, awkwardly clearing his throat.
Suddenly Taehyung chuckles beside him, making Jimin look up at his best friend in confusion, „You wouldn’t be able to get a word out in front of him anyway.“
„That’s not true!“ Jimin huffs, crossing his arms over his chest in defense, but Taehyung just continues laughing, „I’ll prove it to you.“
Just as Jimin is stuffing his things in his bag his phone suddenly vibrates and he pulls it out of his pocket to look at the screen. His eyes widen when he sees a message from Yoongi.
>> I just finished work for the day, when are you free so we can meet each other? <<
>> I just finished work for the day, when are you free so we can meet each other? <<
Jimin almost drops the phone, quickly looking up and seeing Yoongi with his phone in his hand, the students he was talking to already gone.
He has to talk to him about this, there’s no other way.
He has to talk to him about this, there’s no other way.
„He just messaged me, Tae I have to tell him.“ Jimin whispers with a frown on his face and Taehyung puts his hand on his shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze.
„Good luck, Chim.“ He sighs, giving him a worried smile which Jimin tries to reciprocate to the best of his ability
„Good luck, Chim.“ He sighs, giving him a worried smile which Jimin tries to reciprocate to the best of his ability
Taehyung leaves the room while Jimin slowly makes his way to Yoongi’s desk, giving him one more thumbs up before he’s out of the room. Jimin takes a deep breath and hesitantly clears his throat, „Professor Min?“ It feels weird to call him that.
Yoongi looks up at him with the same expression he’s had on his face the whole time, but then one side of his mouth curls up into a small lopsided smile, „Mr. Park, I was hoping you’d come talk to me. Did I have something on my face? I noticed you staring at me quite a bit.“
Jimin’s cheeks immediately flush at the confirmation that Yoongi definitely did catch him staring and at the way that wonderful voice is making fun of him.
He lets out a nervous chuckle and rubs at his nape, trying to think of a way to start the uncomfortable conversation, „Um…Yoongi I think we need to talk.“
He can see confusion flash in the other’s eyes, his eyebrows drawing together at being addressed so casually and Jimin tries to give him a smile but he’s sure it looks more like a grimace.
„I um, what…about what?“
„I um, what…about what?“
Jimin sucks in a deep breath and looks around himself. The room is almost empty now, only a few more students that are about to leave. He just ever so slightly leans over Yoongi’s desk, the other leaning back a little out of instinct.
„About last night.“ He whispers, then stands up straight and crosses his arms in front of him, trying to comfort himself in this uncomfortable situation.
Yoongi looks utterly confused and Jimin can’t blame him. He didn’t exactly explain what he’s talking about. The other is searching his face for any more information when suddenly his own face pales and his jaw drops, mouth hanging open.
„J-Jimin?“ He whispers in disbelief and the younger gives him a small nod, glancing at the other students that are now exiting the room, leaving the two of them alone.
The elder runs a hand through his hair and sucks in a heavy breath through his nose, leaning back in his chair in disbelief as he tries to process the new information. He’s staring at Jimin, his face completely unreadable and Jimin can’t help but squirm under the intense gaze.
„I-I didn’t know you’re a professor here if you’re wondering that…“ He mumbles quietly, worried that Yoongi might be mad at him.
Yoongi frowns at the words and quickly shakes his head, „No of course not, how would you have known? I didn’t tell you.“
Jimin gives him a small nod and scratches at his upper arm, letting his gaze drop to the ground, „How bad is this?“
Yoongi sighs and stands up, walking around the desk to stand in front of Jimin, noticing how they’re almost the same height but Yoongi is much broader than him.
He puts his hand on Jimin’s shoulder and lightly squeezes it to try to help him relax but it only causes butterflies to spread in Jimin’s stomach because Yoongi is touching him.
„As long as we keep what happened to ourselves, we’re fine. I’m in way more trouble than you are so stop looking like a beat puppy.“ He says in a softer tone and Jimin almost melts at the sound, a shiver running down his spine at the way Yoongi’s touching him so gently.
He hesitantly meets Yoongi’s eyes and lets out a deep sigh, „I’m so sorry. This is all my fault.“
Yoongi shakes his head and drops his hand from Jimin’s shoulder, the younger immediately missing the warmth of it, „It’s not your fault. We both took part in it.“ He explains with a small smile on his face, „We didn’t sleep with each other so I think we’re okay.“
Jimin relaxes a little bit at the words and gives him a small nod, then can’t help but chuckle quietly as he shakes his head, „I didn’t expect our first meeting to go like this.“
„Me neither.“ Yoongi chuckles, leaning back against his desk as he crosses his arms over his chest.
„Me neither.“ Yoongi chuckles, leaning back against his desk as he crosses his arms over his chest.
Jimin smiles at the sound and blushes a little at his next words, „Your voice sounds even nicer in person. I get why you’re a professor.“
Yoongi huffs out a small laugh and shakes his head at the statement. Jimin catches the way Yoongi’s eyes flick up and down his body for just a second and squirms a little under the gaze.
„You do know that we can’t see each other now, right?“ He asks, making Jimin’s smile drop immediately.
Of course he knows that, however that doesn’t mean he has to like it.
He just gives Yoongi a small nod and drops his gaze to the ground, „It’s a shame.“ He sighs quietly.
He just gives Yoongi a small nod and drops his gaze to the ground, „It’s a shame.“ He sighs quietly.
Yoongi chuckles and shakes his head almost fondly, pushing himself off his desk to stand in front of Jimin, „What would you be doing with such an old man anyway?“
„You’re not that old!“ Jimin objects quickly, but it only causes Yoongi to let out another one of those wonderful deep laughs.
„I am. I could almost be your dad, Jimin-ah.“
„I am. I could almost be your dad, Jimin-ah.“
Jimin just whines a little and pulls his bottom lip between his teeth before letting out a sigh through his nose, „Well, you’re still hot.“
Immediately one of Yoongi’s eyebrows raises up, an amused look making its way on his face, „Flattery? Really?“
Immediately one of Yoongi’s eyebrows raises up, an amused look making its way on his face, „Flattery? Really?“
„Honesty.“ Jimin corrects with a grin and Yoongi shakes his head fondly.
„It really is a shame.“ He sighs, bringing his hand up to place his fingers under Jimin’s chin, lifting his head just a little as he appreciates his features, „But we can’t risk anything. You’re my student.“
As soon as the hand disappears Jimin sighs in slight frustration even though he knows all of this is true. He never thought he’d ever be in a situation like this, never understood how people could like their teachers or professors but he’s never met Min Yoongi before and now +
+ it suddenly makes sense.
„It’ll be weird to call you Professor Min.“ Jimin mumbles while not meeting the other’s gaze, making the elder let out another laugh.
„It’ll be weird to call you Professor Min.“ Jimin mumbles while not meeting the other’s gaze, making the elder let out another laugh.
„What am I supposed to say? I called you baby.“ He smirks, making Jimin’s cheeks flush immediately as he bites down on his bottom lip. He likes the sound of that even more in person.
He meets Yoongi’s eyes, his breath hitching when he realizes how close they actually are. He slowly licks his lips that have run dry, noticing the way Yoongi’s eyes follow the movement before flicking back up to Jimin’s eyes.
He takes a deep breath and lifts his hand to brush a little bit of lint off Yoongi’s shirt, giving into the desire to touch him just once.
„I was looking forward to getting to know you.“ He admits quietly, feeling Yoongi’s chest vibrate under his hand as he lets out a low hum.
„I was looking forward to getting to know you.“ He admits quietly, feeling Yoongi’s chest vibrate under his hand as he lets out a low hum.
„We can’t, Jimin.“ Yoongi mumbles, almost whispers and Jimin sucks in another breath through his nose, staring into Yoongi’s eyes for a few more moments before he forces himself to take a step back, breaking whatever moment they just had.
„I guess I’ll see you in the next lecture then.“ He murmurs, mind feeling a little fuzzy as he tries to organize his thoughts.
Yoongi nods, giving him a small smile, „I’m looking forward to it.“
Yoongi nods, giving him a small smile, „I’m looking forward to it.“
Jimin tries to hold back his smile at the words but it’s almost impossible, the corners of his mouth curling up just a little bit as he mumbles a quick „Me too“, then rushes out of the room.
What mess did he just get himself into?
What mess did he just get himself into?
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[Author's Note]
That's it for today, thank you for reading!! I'm glad to have the story back 💜
That's it for today, thank you for reading!! I'm glad to have the story back 💜
It stays like that for a few weeks.
Yoongi is Jimin’s professor and Jimin is his student. That’s it.
Yoongi is Jimin’s professor and Jimin is his student. That’s it.
However that doesn’t mean that Jimin stops fantasizing about Yoongi, thinking of him at all times and imagining what they could’ve been.
He’s never really been interested in older men before, but Yoongi is the hottest man he’s ever seen and his age doesn’t change that. So even though Jimin is in his early twenties and Yoongi in his mid-thirties, he wishes their situation was different so he could be with Yoongi.
Or sleep with him at least once. That might honestly be all he needs to get over this new obsession.
He can’t stop staring at Yoongi during every lecture and honestly his grades in this class are probably his worst because he’s not paying attention at all. The lazy drawl of Yoongi’s voice just draws him in and every time those sharp eyes land on him he’s just completely gone.
He’s getting a little tired of leaving every lecture horny.
At this point he is so sexually frustrated that it’s getting unbearable which is why Tae decided to drag him out to a club tonight.
They got quite dolled up by Tae’s request and while Jimin isn’t feeling it too much at first, once the loud music and the bass hits his ears he lets himself float in the atmosphere.
It’s nice, freeing.
It’s nice, freeing.
He’s always loved dancing, letting loose while having fun with his friends or a nice guy he meets that night. The alcohol in his system only helps with that, making everything a little easier, his inhibitions a little lower.
It’s a fun night and it helps Jimin forget about everything for a while. For the first time in weeks he feels relaxed instead of tense or frustrated and he loves it. They should do this more often.
Tae ran off with Hoseok, one of his regular fuck buddies a while ago and Jimin ended up dancing with some guy he doesn’t really know. It doesn’t matter to him, he’s just here to have a good time, to let off some steam and this guy seemed nice enough.
He has his back pressed against the other’s front, the man’s hands on his hips and it’s nice. It’s good. But it’s not what Jimin really wants.
He can’t help but imagine Yoongi’s hands on his hips instead, long slim fingers holding him in place while he feels his breath against his neck as he’s whispering all sorts of dirty things into his ear.
He can’t help the small whine that leaves his lips at the thought, his head tilting to the side and the man behind him takes it as an invitation to press kisses against his skin.
Jimin doesn’t mind, he really doesn’t, but his thoughts keep wandering, keep imagining that it’s Yoongi.
When he opens his eyes he immediately chokes on a breath, his knees almost giving in when he finds familiar sharp eyes staring at him from the bar. They look hungry, maybe even jealous and it’s just so intensely Yoongi that Jimin lets out a quiet moan at the sight.
He’s just sitting there, glass of whiskey in one hand and he doesn’t stop staring even when Jimin’s eyes lock with his. Jimin’s never felt this affected by a gaze, his mind immediately running wild with fantasies of Yoongi coming over to him, pushing him up against a wall and +
+ just having his way with him, but he knows that’s ridiculous.
Yoongi is his professor. He would never.
Yoongi is his professor. He would never.
But then Jimin gets an idea, a smirk spreading on his face as he reaches up behind him, cupping the stranger’s nape and pulling him closer, tilting his head even more to give him more access.
Honestly the kisses feel nice but they’re nothing special and yet Jimin pretends to be in pure bliss, lips parting in a silent moan and eyes never leaving Yoongi’s.
He wants him to see what he’s missing out on.
He wants him to see what he’s missing out on.
He presses back against the man, skillfully rolling his hips back against his and feeling the grip on him tightening. A hand travels up to his chest, holding him even closer as fingers brush over the exposed skin of his collarbones.
And that’s when Yoongi pushes himself out of his seat, Jimin’s eyes instantly flickering with hope, but the elder doesn’t walk in his direction. Instead he just goes straight for the exit, leaving Jimin staring after him in disbelief, immediately missing the intense gaze on him.
This was the opposite of what he wanted.
He lets out a frustrated sigh and pulls the man’s hands away from him, stepping away and throwing him an apologetic smile, „Sorry I…I’m not in the right mind for this right now. I think I’ll just go home.“
The man gives him a slightly worried look but nods quickly, „Sorry, I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable or anything.“
Jimin quickly shakes his head, waving his hands in front of him, „No, no, trust me, this is on me. You were great.“ He chuckles a little awkwardly, „Sorry for wasting your time.“
The other just smiles at him, dimples visible even in the dim light of the club, „I still had fun.“ He shrugs and Jimin can’t help but chuckle, shaking his head in amusement.
„What’s your name?“
„What’s your name?“
„Namjoon.“ The other introduces himself, holding out his hand to him, „And you?“
„Thank you for being so nice about this, Namjoon-ssi.“ Jimin takes his hand, shaking it gently and giving him a warm smile, „I’m Jimin.“
„Thank you for being so nice about this, Namjoon-ssi.“ Jimin takes his hand, shaking it gently and giving him a warm smile, „I’m Jimin.“
„Nice to meet you, Jimin.“ Namjoon smiles back at him, then lets go of his hand, „Can I at least take you home? You said your friend disappeared and I wouldn’t want to risk that something happens to you.“
Jimin is a little skeptical at first. It’s not far to his apartment from here but it would still be quite a distance to walk there and having someone with him might make him feel safer than going alone. Namjoon seems nice enough.
„I wouldn’t want to be a burden.“ He finally decides but Namjoon just waves him off.
„It’s fine, clubs usually aren’t my thing anyway, just got dragged here by a friend who also ran off.“ He laughs and Jimin can’t help but smile at the warm sound.
„Fine, you can take me home. But don’t get your hopes up.“ He warns with a grin on his face, pointing a teasing finger at him.
Namjoon just laughs once more, „No worries, let’s go.“
Namjoon just laughs once more, „No worries, let’s go.“
He follows the other out of the club, quickly texting Taehyung that he’s going home and to enjoy himself, before the cold night air hits him. Maybe he should’ve brought a jacket.
They walk side by side in silence, Jimin quickly getting lost in thought again until he suddenly feels something being placed over his shoulders. When he looks down he finds Namjoon’s jacket around his shoulders, cheeks immediately flushing at the gesture.
„What are you-“
„What are you-“
„Sorry, you were shivering so I thought this might help.“ He mumbles, almost seeming a little embarrassed about it but Jimin is just staring at him with wide eyes.
How can he meet such a nice guy and feel absolutely nothing for him just because of his obsession with his professor? How is that fair?
„Thank you.“ He whispers sheepishly and then they’re just walking in silence again.
Eventually Namjoon breaks it, looking over at him while they’re walking, „Are you okay, Jimin-ssi?“
Eventually Namjoon breaks it, looking over at him while they’re walking, „Are you okay, Jimin-ssi?“
Jimin looks up at him with a questioning gaze.
„You seem like something is bothering you. Do you want to talk about it? I’m a good listener, I promise.“
„You seem like something is bothering you. Do you want to talk about it? I’m a good listener, I promise.“
His smile is so warm and welcoming that Jimin finds himself wanting to tell him everything and more.
So he does.
So he does.
He tells him the whole story from how he and Yoongi met, up until this night and when he’s done his face is red and his brows are furrowed and he feels incredibly embarrassed but also oddly good.
It’s nice to have said all of this out loud.
It’s nice to have said all of this out loud.
Namjoon takes a moment to just process all of it before he lets out a small chuckle and shakes his head, „So…you’re into your professor, no doubt about that. I’d say you have two options here. Number one, you wait until you graduate, then go out with him. +
+ And the second option, go for it now and keep it secret. Could be exciting to be sneaking around with him, I don’t know.“
„It sounds so easy like that, but graduation is still so far away and seeing him now…well he made it pretty clear that we can’t do that.“ Jimin sighs.
Namjoon hums in thought, giving a small nod, „I mean I get it, it’s his job that’s on the line after all and your age gap is quite big. It’s risky for him.“ He explains, making Jimin sigh because of course he knows that, but that doesn’t mean he has to like it.
„But you said he was staring at you the whole time while you were with me, right?“ Namjoon suddenly adds, Jimin quickly nodding, „I’d say he’s definitely interested in you, probably just needs a bit more motivation to go for it.“
„Motivation you say?“ Jimin hums before smacking his lips and giving a quick nod, „I can do that.“
„I’m sure you can.“ Namjoon chuckles, „You definitely know how to seduce someone.“
„I’m sure you can.“ Namjoon chuckles, „You definitely know how to seduce someone.“
Jimin suddenly feels really guilty, throwing Namjoon an apologetic look, „I’m really sorry for leading you on. I didn’t mean to leave you hanging.“
„It’s fine.“ Namjoon laughs, „After hearing your story I can tell that your head is somewhere else.“
„It’s fine.“ Namjoon laughs, „After hearing your story I can tell that your head is somewhere else.“
They walk up to Jimin’s house and the younger stops in front of it, turning to Namjoon with a sigh, „This is me. Thank you for walking me home, Namjoon-ssi.“
„Ah, you can call me hyung.“ The other smiles, Jimin immediately reciprocating it and nodding at him.
„Ah, you can call me hyung.“ The other smiles, Jimin immediately reciprocating it and nodding at him.
„You’re sweet, hyung.“ Jimin says in a soft tone, then holds out his hand, „Give me your phone, I’ll give you my number, maybe we can hang out some time.“
The elder chuckles and pulls the device out of his front pocket, unlocking it and handing it to Jimin who quickly types in his number, then hands it back.
„Let’s stay in touch, you seem like a really nice guy, hyung.“ Jimin smiles, the elder nodding in agreement.
„Let’s stay in touch, you seem like a really nice guy, hyung.“ Jimin smiles, the elder nodding in agreement.
Before he can say anything else Jimin gives him a quick hug, then quickly pulls away and waves at him as he rushes to the front door of his apartment complex, „Good night, hyung!“
„Good night, Jimin-ah!“ The other calls back with a laugh and then Jimin disappears in the building.
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When Jimin sees Yoongi in the next lecture, Yoongi avoids him at all costs. He doesn’t look at him, doesn’t ask him any questions, basically acts like he doesn’t exist and Jimin is starting to get pissed.
He didn’t do anything wrong so why is Yoongi treating him like this?
When the lecture ends he tells Taehyung to go ahead without him and then he waits until everyone else has left the room before he approaches Yoongi.
The elder apparently didn’t even notice that he’s still there because he’s just calmly packing his things but when Jimin stops in front of his desk and clears his throat, he startles and looks up with wide eyes.
„Oh…Jimin.“ He runs a hand through his hair, letting it slide down to scratch at his nape, „What can I do for you?“
„The question is what I can do for you.“ Jimin huffs, bringing his hands up to cross his arms over his chest, „You’re acting weird.“
„I don’t know what you’re talking about.“ Yoongi shakes his head, still not meeting his eyes as he keeps distracting himself by packing his things into his bag.
„You’ve been ignoring me for the whole lesson. You didn’t even look at me once.“ Jimin sighs, frown making its way onto his face, „You still aren’t looking at me.“
„Jimin…“ Yoongi lets out a small breath, his face hardening for a second before he shakes his head, „You’re my student, I’m not sure why you expect me to stare at you all lesson.“
„Bullshit!“ Jimin huffs in annoyance, slamming his hands down on his professor’s desk and leaning over it, into Yoongi’s personal space, „Is it because of the other night?“
That’s when Yoongi does meet his eyes, staring right into them and Jimin sees a hint of something in them, his face twitching for just a second.
Jimin feels small under the gaze, feels like he can’t breathe because Yoongi is a lot closer than he expected and he can see all the details of his face way too well.
„I don’t know what you’re talking about.“ Yoongi mumbles lowly, almost whispers, tone harsher than before, but Jimin doesn’t let it intimidate him. If anything it probably turns him on more than it should.
He stays close to Yoongi, keeps up the eye contact and even leans in a little bit more as his eyes narrow, „I know you were watching me.“
„Don’t act like you didn’t want me to.“ Yoongi grits out, causing Jimin’s lips to curl up into a smirk.
„Don’t act like you didn’t want me to.“ Yoongi grits out, causing Jimin’s lips to curl up into a smirk.
„Never said I didn’t want you to.“ He whispers back, Yoongi’s eyes suddenly flashing with something Jimin can’t quite place before they narrow in on him.
Jimin leans just a little closer once more and lets his eyes flick down to Yoongi’s lips before they quickly focus back on Yoongi’s eyes again, „Did I make you jealous?“
Yoongi’s gaze turns into a glare at the challenging tone of Jimin’s voice, „What do you want me to say, hm?“
Yoongi’s gaze turns into a glare at the challenging tone of Jimin’s voice, „What do you want me to say, hm?“
„The truth.“ Jimin whispers, letting out a sigh before he suddenly chuckles teasingly, „Or did it turn you on seeing me like that? Did you imagine it was you instead of him behind me?“
„Did you have fun with him?“ Yoongi asks, voice strained and Jimin just hums questioningly.
„Define fun.“ He grins, Yoongi’s eyes narrowing even more.
„Did you go home with him?“ He asks again, causing Jimin to smirk.
„Define fun.“ He grins, Yoongi’s eyes narrowing even more.
„Did you go home with him?“ He asks again, causing Jimin to smirk.
He leans in closer, now moving to Yoongi’s ear until he can whisper in it, „What if I did?“
He can see Yoongi’s body tense, making a familiar heat spread within him, his body tingling with excitement at whatever this is.
He can see Yoongi’s body tense, making a familiar heat spread within him, his body tingling with excitement at whatever this is.
Suddenly Yoongi’s fingers are gripping his face and jaw and moving his head to face him again, „Did you?“ He asks again, voice now nothing more than a low growl and Jimin can’t help but let out a shaky breath at the sound, eyelashes fluttering.
„I didn’t.“ He whispers, the hand releasing his face immediately.
„Good boy.“
„Good boy.“
Jimin whimpers at the name and lets his eyes fall shut for just a moment, trying to collect himself before he opens his eyes again to find Yoongi still staring at him. That shouldn’t be as hot as it was.
„Hyung.“ He whispers shakily, fighting the urge to reach out for Yoongi, to just lean in and close the distance.
The elder just hums, waiting for him to elaborate while basically eating him up with his gaze, the air around them filling with more and more tension.
The elder just hums, waiting for him to elaborate while basically eating him up with his gaze, the air around them filling with more and more tension.
„The whole time I…was with him, I just…I couldn’t stop imagining it was you instead.“ He admits, eyes flicking back down to Yoongi’s lips, „I wanted you to touch me like that.“
„Yeah?“ Yoongi whispers, „Is that why you were fucking me with your eyes the whole time?“
„Yeah?“ Yoongi whispers, „Is that why you were fucking me with your eyes the whole time?“
Jimin just nods, quickly locking his gaze with Yoongi’s again, „Was hoping you’d come over and…“ He doesn’t finish his sentence, instead goes to lick his lips, catching the way Yoongi’s eyes follow the movement.
„I almost did.“ Yoongi admits, hand coming up to let his fingers gently rest under Jimin’s chin. He lets his thumb brush over Jimin’s bottom lip, letting out a soft sigh, „But I couldn’t. You know I couldn’t.“
Jimin frowns. This is not what he wanted to hear, where he wanted this to go. He just whines quietly and presses a kiss against the tip of Yoongi’s thumb, bringing one hand up to cup the side of Yoongi’s neck, „Don’t push me away now.“
Yoongi sucks in a deep breath and moves his hand to cup Jimin’s cheek, thumb brushing against his smooth skin, „I want to give into whatever this is so bad, but you know it’s just too risky.“
„Doesn’t that just add to the fun though? The thrill of getting caught?“ Jimin tries to argue, causing the elder to let out a deep chuckle.
„It’s so hard to keep my eyes off of you during every lecture.“ He mumbles, shaking his head more to himself than anything else as he brushes his fingers through Jimin’s hair, „Seeing you like that with another man…I couldn’t take it.“
Jimin whines a little because Yoongi didn’t answer his question and he’s not sure how much longer he can handle the tension without anything happening.
He doesn’t want to wait any longer so he boldly climbs over the desk and lets himself get on Yoongi’s lap, straddling him in his chair while Yoongi just watches him in shock.
„Jimin-ah…“
„Jimin-ah…“
The younger shushes him and wraps his arms around Yoongi’s neck, easily bringing him closer, „Tell me that you don’t want this, that you don’t want me.“ He mumbles as he lets his fingers play with the short hairs at the back of Yoongi’s neck,
„Tell me that you don’t want to give it a shot.“
Yoongi just watches him with wide eyes, scanning his face as his hands are just hovering around Jimin, never touching and Jimin hates it.
„I-I want to but-“
„I-I want to but-“
„No buts.“ Jimin immediately cuts him off, shaking his head, gaze intensifying, „Do you want me?“
Yoongi lets his eyes wander over him once more, taking in a deep breath as he gives a small nod, „Yeah…“ He breathes out.
„Then kiss me.“ Jimin whispers, pulling Yoongi just a little bit closer until their lips are almost touching, „Forget about the rest and just kiss me.“
He can see the internal struggle behind Yoongi’s eyes and he’s almost certain that he’ll pull away, but then his face scrunches up before he leans in and finally connects their lips, his hand cupping the back of Jimin’s head.
As soon as their lips touch, Jimin feels like he’s exploding. All the tension led up to this moment and the heat that immediately spreads within him has him arching his back to press closer to Yoongi.
His lips are soft, slightly chapped but still soft against his own and they slot together perfectly and without struggle as if they’re made to be kissing each other.
It feels so nice to finally have Yoongi close like this, to feel his body against his own, taste his lips and finally feel Yoongi’s hands on his body. Jimin’s mind is screaming in a mix of excitement and relief after all these weeks of waiting for this exact moment.
What started out as a soft press of lips quickly turns more heated when Jimin tilts his head to deepen the kiss.
They’re basically dripping with all the stocked up frustration and tension of the past weeks and now that they’re finally getting to release them, it’s like they can’t really control themselves anymore.
Hands are everywhere, exploring each other’s bodies, pulling each other closer until it feels like they’re becoming one. Jimin loves the way Yoongi feels under his hands, broad shoulders and toned body, yet slim and not too big just how he likes it. It drives him insane.
Yoongi’s guiding him into the kiss with far more experience than he has and he lets himself get completely lost in it, allowing Yoongi to explore his mouth with his tongue and set the pace. In the meantime Yoongi seems to be completely enamored with Jimin’s body.
His hands are tracing all the curves, digging and pressing into places that have Jimin gasping against his lips until he can feel himself getting hard in his jeans, immediately prompting him to pull away.
He’s panting when their eyes meet again, Yoongi’s chest rising and falling just as heavily as they’re both just staring at each other with parted, kiss swollen lips.
Jimin is the first to break the silence, gulping heavily before he licks his lips, „If you go back to ignoring me after this, I swear-“
„I can’t.“ Yoongi immediately shakes his head and Jimin is about to protest but Yoongi just kisses him again without warning, licking into his mouth as if he owns it before pulling away again to look at Jimin with wide blown eyes, „Fuck what are you doing to me?“
Jimin giggles above him and lets his forehead drop on Yoongi’s, eyes falling shut comfortably, „I’m not doing anything.“
Yoongi just hums and shakes his head, „You got me under your spell, Park Jimin.“ He mumbles, the younger smiling happily.
Yoongi just hums and shakes his head, „You got me under your spell, Park Jimin.“ He mumbles, the younger smiling happily.
„Does that mean we’re giving it a shot?“ He asks quietly, trying not to get his hopes up just yet.
„That means I can’t resist you any longer.“
„That means I can’t resist you any longer.“
Before Jimin knows what’s happening Yoongi is kissing him again and this time Jimin is smiling into the kiss, hand cupping Yoongi’s cheek. It seems that now that they finally broke down that wall between them, Yoongi can’t get enough of Jimin and honestly neither can Jimin.
Nevertheless he’s the one to pull away first, giggling against Yoongi’s lips as he lightly pushes against the elder’s chest to get him to lean back, „Hyung, we shouldn’t let this go any further here.“
Yoongi looks around in surprise as if just now realizing that they’re still on campus, still in his lecture room and his face immediately turns red, gulping as he quickly nods his head, „Y-Yeah you’re right, this is…this is too risky.“
„Kinda hot though.“ Jimin grins teasingly, laughing at the glare Yoongi throws him before he gets off his lap.
They both straighten out their clothes and make sure that nobody can tell what happened in here, then grab their bags and sling them over their shoulders.
They both straighten out their clothes and make sure that nobody can tell what happened in here, then grab their bags and sling them over their shoulders.
Yoongi pulls Jimin close once more and places a gentle kiss on his lips while Jimin’s arms wrap around him, hugging him close, „I’ll text you, okay?“
„Call me, maybe we can have phone sex again.“ Jimin grins teasingly, gasping quietly when Yoongi gives his ass a light slap.
„Yah, behave.“ He complains but it just causes Jimin to laugh, playfully rolling his eyes.
„Yah, behave.“ He complains but it just causes Jimin to laugh, playfully rolling his eyes.
„No I think you’ll have to spank me some more.“ He grins, pushing his ass out teasingly.
Yoongi just sighs and shakes his head, pulling away from him, „You’re the worst, get out now.“
Yoongi just sighs and shakes his head, pulling away from him, „You’re the worst, get out now.“
Jimin giggles happily, pressing one more quick kiss to the elder’s cheek before rushing to the door, „Bye professor!“ He winks, then quickly leaves the room, laughing at the way he can hear Yoongi sigh behind him.
Finally.
Finally.
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The air definitely shifts around them after that. During the next lecture Jimin finds Yoongi constantly glancing over at him, expression still blank but Jimin knows that inside he’s smiling at him because his eyes grow just a little softer.
He’s barely listening, just sitting there with his head propped up in his palm, watching Yoongi dreamily. At this point it’s safe to assume that the whole class probably knows that he has a crush on their professor, but then again, maybe he’s just imagining it.
It’s university, nobody really cares about what the others are doing.
However Taehyung won’t stop teasing him about it. Jimin has told him about what happened, of course he did, how could he keep that from his best friend? He immediately freaked out and made way too many porn jokes but Jimin can’t deny that it’s hot.
There’s a thrill to it even though they haven’t really done anything yet. It’s exciting. Jimin likes that they could be caught any moment, loves the adrenaline it gives him.
However the longer Jimin is forced to just watch Yoongi, the more impatient he gets. Yoongi didn’t text or call yesterday but he didn’t worry too much about it. He probably needed some time to process things or maybe he was just busy.
He’s a working man in his thirties after all, he probably has stuff to do. Jimin doesn’t mind that he didn’t reach out yet, but at the same time he’s just very impatient.
He doesn’t want to just keep watching and waiting so he eventually pulls his phone out and pulls up his and Yoongi’s fairly empty chat.
>> Jimin: You look really handsome today hyung <<
>> Jimin: You look really handsome today hyung <<
Yoongi’s phone must vibrate in his pocket because he startles for a second, but he finishes whatever he was talking about nevertheless.
Only when he gives the class a task to work on does he pull out his phone to check the notification, eyes widening a little when he reads Jimin’s message before a small smile makes his way onto his face and he shakes his head.
He glances up at Jimin who just grins at him and gives him a quick wink, then goes to type something on his phone. Jimin sees the three dots pop up, biting down on his lip in excitement.
>> Yoongi: Stop texting me and do your task. <<
>> Yoongi: Stop texting me and do your task. <<
Jimin is about to pout when another message comes in which immediately causes him to giggle happily.
>> Yoongi: You always look beautiful btw <<
>> Yoongi: You always look beautiful btw <<
He brushes his hair out of his face and looks at Yoongi sheepishly, their eyes locking for a few moments before Jimin just smiles to himself and finally focuses on his task.
When the lecture is finally over he tells Taehyung to go on without him again and this time his best friend just nudges him teasingly and throws him a quick wink which causes Jimin to roll his eyes, a smile spreading on his face at the other’s antics nevertheless.
He waits until everyone leaves the room once more, then finally makes his way down to Yoongi’s desk, boldly letting himself fall on Yoongi’s lap sideways and wrapping his arms around his neck, „Hi hyung.“
„Hey.“ Yoongi chuckles, hand settling on the younger’s thigh, fingers grazing over part of his skin since Jimin decided to wear shorts today, „What are you doing?“
„I was forced to sit there on those uncomfortable chairs for like 2 hours, let me have this.“ Jimin huffs out as his lips push into a pout, causing the elder to laugh and rub his hand up and down his leg.
„Hey at least you got to listen to me, that’s something right?“
„Hey at least you got to listen to me, that’s something right?“
Jimin just hums softly and leans in until he can bury his face in Yoongi’s neck, nuzzling into the crook and sighing contently when he can breathe in the elder’s cologne, „‘t was alright.“
„Yah.“ Yoongi laughs, lightly pinching his side which causes Jimin to jump, immediately giggling loudly and only nuzzling closer.
„No tickling!“ He pouts cutely, then smiles when he feels Yoongi pull him closer with an arm around his waist. But the smile quickly gets replaced by loud gasps and laughter when Yoongi is suddenly full on tickling him, causing the younger to squirm helplessly on his lap.
„Hyung no! P-Please!“ He laughs helplessly, desperately trying to stop Yoongi’s hands as his body goes tense. Luckily Yoongi seems to have mercy on him and stops his attack, smiling widely at him before he leans in to the chuckling boy and presses a sweet kiss against his lips.
Jimin kisses back immediately even though it takes a few moments for his laughter to die down completely. He keeps smiling into the kiss as he wraps his arms around the elder’s neck and only when he feels Yoongi’s hand squeeze his thigh does he tilt his head and deepen the kiss.
He feels Yoongi’s tongue brush against his bottom lip and he doesn’t hesitate, immediately parting his lips to grant him entrance.
They just kiss like this for a while, tongues rubbing against each other’s and hands pulling each other closer until Jimin eventually turns in Yoongi’s lap to straddle him.
He can press a lot closer like this, putting his weight on Yoongi as he lets out a soft sigh through his nose. Sitting in Yoongi’s lap like this is probably one of his new favorite things.
He can feel the elder’s hands travel down his sides, over his hips until they finally settle on his ass and he can’t help but let out a soft whine at the feeling, arching his back a little to encourage Yoongi to keep going.
His hands squeeze down for a moment and Jimin takes the chance to lightly grind his hips down, hearing Yoongi gasp quietly underneath him, pulling away just enough to suck in a deep breath.
„We shouldn’t do this here.“ Yoongi whispers, lips brushing against Jimin’s as they form the words and Jimin only nods, but then grinds his hips down once more, causing both of them to let out shaky breaths.
„Imagine it though…“ He mumbles, tongue darting out to lick his lips, „You don’t wanna bend me over your desk?“
„Fuck Jimin.“ Yoongi groans quietly, grip on his ass tightening which only motivates Jimin to keep moving his hips, „What if someone hears us?“
„Fuck Jimin.“ Yoongi groans quietly, grip on his ass tightening which only motivates Jimin to keep moving his hips, „What if someone hears us?“
The thought makes Jimin’s skin tingle with excitement, his lips curling up into a smirk, „That’d be so hot. Imagine everyone knowing how good you make me feel,“ he leans in to whisper into Yoongi’s ear, „How good you fuck me.“
„Fucking hell.“ Yoongi gulps heavily and without giving himself the chance to think about it pulls Jimin back into a hungry kiss.
It’s messy, clashing teeth and all but it doesn’t matter because they’re both so riled up that they don’t care. Yoongi’s hands are gripping onto Jimin’s body, pulling him closer and helping him guide his movements while Jimin continues grinding down against him.
They’re both moaning into each other’s mouths, the sounds muffled as they’re getting lost in the kiss and yet they know that they should be more quiet, more careful. They could be caught any moment and the realization alone has Jimin’s body shaking in excitement.
„H-Hyung.“ Jimin mumbles into the kiss, hand going up into Yoongi’s hair to grip a handful of it, „I want you.“ He whispers, breaking away for just a second before he’s crashing their lips back together.
Yoongi pulls away, finding Jimin’s hooded eyes and gulping heavily at the sight of his student on top of him, „Get on your knees, baby.“ He whispers, loosening his grip on the younger so Jimin can move.
Jimin doesn’t hesitate for even a second, immediately getting off his lap and letting himself drop down on his knees between Yoongi’s spread legs.
He fumbles with the elder’s pants, licking his lips eagerly as he unbuckles his belt, then struggles a little with the button of the jeans before finally getting them open as well.
Yoongi helps him tug down his jeans just enough to get his hard cock out, the sight immediately making Jimin’s mouth water.
He quickly wraps his hand around him, eyes flicking up to meet Yoongi’s as the elder sucks in a deep breath, eyes locking with Jimin’s as he gives him a nod for Jimin to continue.
„Been waiting for this.“ Jimin mumbles when he finally leans in and drags his tongue over Yoongi’s tip, the elder sucking in a breath at the feeling.
Jimin keeps flicking his tongue against his tip, circling it around his head and digging it into his slit to taste the little bit of precum there, teasing Yoongi with the light touches to rile him up more.
Now that he finally gets to be with Yoongi in this way he can’t help but want to do his best.
He feels the elder’s hand in his hair, feels it close around a handful of it to pull him closer by it. His eyes flick up to Yoongi’s once more only to find Yoongi already staring at him, gaze dark and hungry.
„Come on baby, show me how good that pretty mouth feels.“ He encourages him, the heat immediately pooling in Jimin’s stomach as he nods quickly.
Only a moment later his lips are wrapped around Yoongi’s head, feeling the weight on his tongue as he sinks down lower to take more into his mouth. Yoongi is groaning quietly above him, keeping the grip on his hair as he lets Jimin do his thing.
The thing is, Jimin knows he’s good at this, knows how to hollow his cheeks, how to move his tongue and mix up the rhythm to keep Yoongi on his toes and yet, now that he finally has Yoongi where he wanted him, +
+ he can’t help but feel overwhelmed by all the pleasure rushing through him.
He struggles to concentrate but starts bopping his head nevertheless, stroking what he can’t find into his mouth with his hand in time with the movements of his head.
Whatever he’s doing must be working because Yoongi is struggling to stay quiet above him and the hand keeps pushing against the back of his head, keeps urging Jimin to take more, sink down lower.
„Come on baby, you’re so good for me, making me feel so good.“ Yoongi whispers shakily and Jimin feels the words go straight to his cock.
Instead of sinking lower Jimin focuses on the tip, swirling his tongue around it and sucking eagerly on it as he keeps bopping his head. He digs his tongue into Yoongi’s most sensitive points, ignoring how messy he gets, +
+ how he has drool dripping down his chin because Yoongi keeps whispering praises to him, keeps running his fingers through his hair and Jimin kind of wants to keep doing this for hours until his jaw hurts and his knees are bruised from being in this position for too long.
However he seems to be out of luck because both of them startle when there’s suddenly a knock on the door.
[Author's Note]
Some more tags for what's to come before I continue:
- public sex
- exhibitionism
- car sex (kinda)
- daddy kink (who would've thought)
Some more tags for what's to come before I continue:
- public sex
- exhibitionism
- car sex (kinda)
- daddy kink (who would've thought)
Jimin’s mind clears up just enough to immediately pull away and scoot back underneath the desk so he’s hidden from curious eyes, his heart beating rapidly in his chest.
He sees Yoongi rushing to get his pants up as he clears throat, then calls for whoever it is to come in, scooting closer to the table since he didn’t have time to zip his pants up.
Jimin is squeezed quite tightly down there, having to make himself small but he makes sure to stay as still as possible, not daring to make any noise.
„Yoongi-ssi.“ A female voice fills the room and Jimin recognizes it as one of the other’s professors. He isn’t in any of her classes but he’s seen her around. She’s quite young if he remembers correctly, pretty too.
„Ah Daeun-ssi,“ Yoongi clears his throat once more because his voice is still a little shaky, „What can I help you with?“
„A few of us are going out to get some coffee, do you want to come?“ Jimin can hear the smile in her voice, the slightly flirting tone.
„A few of us are going out to get some coffee, do you want to come?“ Jimin can hear the smile in her voice, the slightly flirting tone.
„Ah,“ Yoongi lets out a nervous chuckle, hand scratching the back of his neck, „Maybe another time, I’m busy today.“
She frowns a little, „Are you sure? It’d be fun to hang out outside of work, don’t you think?“
She frowns a little, „Are you sure? It’d be fun to hang out outside of work, don’t you think?“
Jimin’s eyes narrow at the tone of her voice, suddenly feeling possessive and while he knows this is stupid he can’t help himself from scooting closer to Yoongi and running his hand up along his inner thigh.
He can see the elder tense up for a moment but he doesn’t let it affect him too much, hand reaching down to brush Jimin’s hand away as his eyes stay focused on his coworker, „Definitely, but I have some papers to grade. I’ll join you next time.“
„Ah Yoongi-ssi, you work too much!“ Her voice sounds whiney and he’s sure she’s pouting.
The thought of her trying to convince Yoongi to come along is causing even more jealousy to bubble up inside him so he scoots even closer until his head is in-between Yoongi’s legs, hands tugging at his pants until he can get his cock back out.
He can hear Yoongi suck in a breath above him, but he quickly tries to cover it with a chuckle, „I really don’t, I’ve been quite distracted when it comes to my job to be honest.“ He mumbles while his hand tries to keep Jimin from doing whatever he’s about to do.
However Jimin just smirks to himself and leans back in, quietly wrapping his lips around Yoongi and slowly moving his head back and forth. He barely hears what the female professor is saying, only hears the cough Yoongi lets out to cover whatever sound he would’ve made otherwise.
„Why have you been distracted, is everything okay? Is there something I can do to help?“ Daeun asks immediately, taking a step closer which causes Yoongi to quickly scoot even closer to the table, +
+ pushing deeper into Jimin’s mouth which almost has the younger gagging but he forces it down, gripping onto Yoongi’s thigh.
„Ah!“ Yoongi gasps, then smiles awkwardly at his colleague, trying to brush it off, „No, no I’m good, thank you. Just some p-personal stuff.“
Jimin feels his cock twitch in his shorts when he hears Yoongi stutter, the realization of what he’s doing, what situation they’re in hitting him and causing an intense heat to spread in his stomach.
He squeezes Yoongi’s thigh and hollows out his cheeks, moving his head faster, taking in more which causes Yoongi to lean forward with his elbow on the table, head propped up in his hand with his fingers covering most of his mouth to help him keep up the act.
„Are you sure, Yoongi-ssi? You seem a little off today, I think you should really take a break and come with us.“ Daeun tries again which immediately causes Jimin to narrow his eyes once more and give a particularly hard suck to Yoongi’s cock, the elder’s hand immediately +
+ gripping onto his hair.
„M-Mmh I-…“ He gulps, trying to control himself. His grip on Jimin’s hair tightens, holding him in place so he can’t move anymore, but Jimin just reacts by swirling his tongue around him and sucking on what he can still reach.
„M-Mmh I-…“ He gulps, trying to control himself. His grip on Jimin’s hair tightens, holding him in place so he can’t move anymore, but Jimin just reacts by swirling his tongue around him and sucking on what he can still reach.
„I’m good, Daeun-ssi. Next time, yeah?“ Yoongi breathes out, watching as her face falls and she lets out a small sigh.
„Alright.“ She nods with a small pout on her face, „I was hoping you’d come along, Yoongi-ssi.“
„Alright.“ She nods with a small pout on her face, „I was hoping you’d come along, Yoongi-ssi.“
Yoongi just gives her a slightly awkward smile and then she’s already closing the door and they can hear her retreating footsteps.
As soon as the air is clear Yoongi scoots back with his chair, pulling Jimin off of him and glaring down at him, hand still in his hair, „What the fuck, Jimin?“
Jimin is panting slightly, staring up at Yoongi with hungry eyes and a smirk playing on his slightly swollen lips, „That was the hottest thing ever.“
„I can’t fucking believe you.“ Yoongi whispers, blown out pupils staring into Jimin’s with an almost crazed gaze and before he can say anything else Jimin is already climbing back into his lap, +
+ straddling him and kissing him almost possessively, arms wrapping around his professor’s neck.
Yoongi groans into the kiss as soon as Jimin’s weight presses down against him, hands settling on Jimin’s waist and squeezing down on it, „Baby.“ He hisses between Jimin’s kisses, turning his head so Jimin is kissing his jaw instead, the younger immediately whining in protest.
„Baby, she almost caught us, this is too risky.“ He mumbles slightly breathlessly, but Jimin just shakes his head, nuzzling against his neck to leave kisses all over it.
„She was flirting with you, hyung.“ He huffs out, voice muffled against Yoongi’s neck, then takes the chance to suck a deep purple hickey into his skin, „She wanted you.“
„We’re just colleagues, Jiminie.“ Yoongi shakes his head, amused grin on his face as his hands find their way to Jimin’s ass, squeezing both cheeks quite roughly, „No reason to be jealous.“
„‘m not jealous.“ Jimin gasps at the feeling, lightly biting at Yoongi’s neck to leave more marks, feeling the desire to show everyone who Yoongi belongs to.
The elder just hums in amusement, letting out a shaky breath at the feeling and gently pushing Jimin away, „Okay baby, okay, but it’s too risky here so let’s go to my place, is that okay?“
Yoongi’s house.
Oh.
Oh.
Jimin immediately feels a shudder run through his body at the thought of being alone with Yoongi, of being in a private place where they can do whatever they want, be as loud as they want, just the two of them.
Fuck that sounds like heaven.
„Okay.“ Jimin agrees with a quick nod, pushing himself back up to stand.
He watches as Yoongi tucks himself back into his jeans, then they quickly fix their appearances and make their way out of the university.
They’re careful on the way, making sure nobody who sees them together would assume they’re anything but a student and a professor having a conversation until they eventually make it to Yoongi’s car.
They’re both basically buzzing in their seats, the tension hanging heavily in the air and the way Yoongi’s hand is resting on Jimin’s thigh really isn’t helping whatsoever.
Jimin tries his best to calm himself down but every time the hand squeezes down ever so slightly, another surge of heat shoots through him until a small whine escapes him, causing Yoongi to glance at him.
„We’re almost there, baby.“ The elder assures him, voice so low that it has Jimin whimpering, feeling his cock twitch in his shorts.
„H-Hyung.“ He breathes out and somehow Yoongi seems to get the message because his hand moves up higher on his thigh until it finally settles on Jimin’s crotch, palming him while his eyes stay focused on the road.
„Fuck.“ Jimin moans helplessly, gripping onto the door handle on the passenger side as his legs automatically spread wider, giving Yoongi more access.
The elder rubs his hand down over him, fingers following the outline of Jimin’s cock through his pants and wrapping around him to jerk him off through the thin fabric.
Jimin just whines helplessly, trying not to buck up into Yoongi’s hand but it just feels so good to finally have Yoongi touching him how he wants that he can’t really help it.
His hand lays over Yoongi’s, lightly pressing down on it to keep it there as his breathing grows heavier and Yoongi’s hand simply continues stroking him.
It eventually slips underneath his shorts through one of the legs of the pants, blindly pulling down the underwear to rest under Jimin’s balls before his hand wraps around him, slowly jerking him off with the limited space he has inside the shorts.
„Hyung!“ Jimin gasps loudly, back arching at the feeling, „F-Fuck drive faster please, I want you so bad.“
„Almost there.“ Yoongi mumbles, voice strained as he glances over for just a second to take in Jimin’s squirming beside him.
„Almost there.“ Yoongi mumbles, voice strained as he glances over for just a second to take in Jimin’s squirming beside him.
He can feel Yoongi speeding up a little but he can’t focus too much on it when Yoongi’s thumb swipes over his tip, rubbing down against all his most sensitive spots and the pleasure fills his whole body, causing his toes to curl, „Hyung, I-I’m close.“
„Not yet, baby.“ Yoongi quickly shakes his head, gulping heavily, „I’m not done with you.“
„Then hurry.“ Jimin groans through gritted teeth and exactly then Yoongi is pulling into the driveway of his house, parking the car and pulling his hand out of Jimin’s shorts.
„Then hurry.“ Jimin groans through gritted teeth and exactly then Yoongi is pulling into the driveway of his house, parking the car and pulling his hand out of Jimin’s shorts.
Their crazed gazes meet and it only takes a few seconds of staring before they’re crashing their lips together, kissing each other needily as their hands are gripping on their clothes to pull each other closer despite the car limiting their options.
„Baby.“ Yoongi mumbles into the kiss, gasping when Jimin suddenly bites down on his bottom lip and lightly tugs on it, „Fuck…inside, now.“
Jimin whines a little when Yoongi pulls away but complies anyway, quickly getting out of the car as both of them are rushing to get to the front door.
Yoongi remembers to lock his car, then fumbles with the keys to unlock his front door while Jimin is standing next to him, forcing himself to keep his distance in case any of Yoongi’s neighbors are watching them.
As soon as the door is open they rush inside and basically slam the door shut as Yoongi presses Jimin up against it, lips connected again immediately and Yoongi’s hand finding its way back to Jimin’s crotch to palm him through his pants.
„More, more.“ Jimin begs into the kiss, arching into the elder’s touch as one of his legs comes up to wrap around Yoongi’s hip.
Yoongi’s free arm wraps around Jimin’s waist, easily tugging his body closer as he continues stroking him through his shorts. He bites at his bottom lip, drawing a whiney moan out of Jimin whose head falls back against the door, Yoongi immediately taking the chance to cover his +
+ neck with kisses and little bites.
„Hyung!“ Jimin whines, gripping onto the hair on the back of Yoongi’s head, „Want you to fuck me, come on.“
„Hyung!“ Jimin whines, gripping onto the hair on the back of Yoongi’s head, „Want you to fuck me, come on.“
Yoongi groans against his neck, immediately nodding in agreement as his hand disappears from Jimin’s crotch to instead grab his thighs, lifting him up and letting Jimin wrap his legs around his waist.
They continue to kiss messily as they make their way through the house to Yoongi’s bedroom, walking into and stumbling over things which have Yoongi almost tripping, causing both of them to laugh into the kiss.
„Fuck be careful!“ Jimin laughs, grinning teasingly when they almost fall over, causing him to tighten his hold around Yoongi’s shoulders.
„That was easier when I was younger.“ Yoongi admits with a laugh, causing Jimin to snort and roll his eyes while Yoongi finally makes his way into the bedroom.
„You act like you’re 60.“ He teases him as Yoongi lets him plop down on the bed, Jimin immediately sitting up on the edge of it with Yoongi standing between his legs, hands running up the elder’s hips, „Such an old man.“
„I am old.“ Yoongi huffs, running his fingers through Jimin’s hair before both of his hands rub along his shoulders, slipping underneath his shirt to feel the warm skin.
Jimin simply shakes his head as he pushes up Yoongi’s shirt, leaning in to press kisses over his stomach, mumbling against his skin in between them, „You’re not old. You’re more like a hot dad.“ He pulls away to look up at Yoongi with a teasing smirk on his face,
„Daddy.“
„Daddy.“
Something flashes in Yoongi’s eyes and his hands halt their movements for a moment as if he’s processing the word. Then one hand is suddenly on Jimin’s jaw, gripping his chin to tilt his head up further, „Say it again.“
Jimin’s eyes widen a little in surprise. He didn’t expect Yoongi to actually be into that. Hell, he didn’t expect himself to be into that and yet he finds himself shivering from the anticipation.
He takes a moment to lick his lips, slowly dragging his tongue over them before he takes a deep breath and tries to look up at Yoongi as innocently as possible.
„I want you…daddy.“
„I want you…daddy.“
He can see the way Yoongi’s face scrunches up for a moment before he mumbles a quiet „Fuck.“ under his breath and then he’s already leaning down to kiss Jimin hungrily, face still held in place by his hand.
Jimin immediately whines into the kiss, letting his hands slide back down over Yoongi’s hips until one settles on his crotch, rubbing it down through his pants eagerly.
Immediately Yoongi’s hands fumble with his own belt, then the button of his jeans and in no time Jimin is able to slip his hand into Yoongi’s pants, pulling him out and stroking him.
„Daddy.“ He whines against the elder’s lips, speeding up the movements of his hands, „Please fuck me.“
„You’ll be the fucking death of me.“ Yoongi groans against his lips before he suddenly pulls away and grabs Jimin’s shirt, pulling it over his head and throwing it to the side
„You’ll be the fucking death of me.“ Yoongi groans against his lips before he suddenly pulls away and grabs Jimin’s shirt, pulling it over his head and throwing it to the side
Only a moment later Jimin is being pushed down on the bed and Yoongi is trailing kisses all over his body, starting at his collarbones.
He moves on to drag his tongue over one of his nipples and Jimin can’t help but moan loudly at the feeling, hands finding their way into Yoongi’s hair because he needs something to hold onto.
Yoongi continues moving down his body, licking and kissing at his skin until he finally gets to the waistband of his shorts.
He pulls away just a little bit as he kneels behind Jimin on the ground, then tugs down his pants and underwear in one swift motion, letting them join his shirt on the ground.
Jimin would feel embarrassed about the fact that he’s completely naked while Yoongi is still mostly clothed, but the elder doesn’t even give him the chance because he’s immediately snaking his arms around both of his thighs and pulls him closer to the edge of the bed, +
+ the younger gasping at being moved around so easily.
Only a moment later Yoongi is pushing Jimin’s spread legs up to his chest and leans in to lick a thick stripe over his hole with his tongue.
Only a moment later Yoongi is pushing Jimin’s spread legs up to his chest and leans in to lick a thick stripe over his hole with his tongue.
„H-Hyung fuck!“ Jimin gasps loudly, crying out when Yoongi’s hand suddenly slaps down on his right ass cheek, only to rub over it soothingly immediately after.
„Keep calling me daddy, baby.“ Yoongi grunts quietly, his hands moving down to Jimin’s ass to squeeze both cheeks before he’s leaning in again and rubbing his tongue over Jimin’s hole.
Jimin whines loudly at the feeling, quickly nodding his head as he grips onto his legs to hold them up for Yoongi, „Sorry daddy.“ He breathes out, gasping when Yoongi’s tongue pushes in ever so slightly.
It’s a lot to be eaten out by Yoongi. He seems to know exactly what he’s doing, how to move his tongue to have Jimin seeing stars and he’s rocking back against him in no time, begging for more even when Yoongi has two fingers buried in him beside his tongue.
It’s clear that Yoongi’s probably done this countless times, that he has a lot of experienced knows exactly how to push all the right buttons and yet Jimin can’t help but feel special because Yoongi’s never been with a student of his before. That’s something only they share.
He’s eagerly pushing back against Yoongi’s fingers, whining at the lewd slurping sounds coming from Yoongi’s mouth as he’s being stretched open by both his fingers and his tongue.
Yoongi isn’t holding back either, thrusting his fingers in and out at a fast pace and curling them against that bundle of nerves inside him that has Jimin crying out every single time.
„D-Daddy! I’m - ah! - s-so close!“ Jimin whimpers loudly, unable to hold back any longer when his hand finally wraps around himself to stroke his twitching cock.
However as soon as he has his hand around himself Yoongi is already swatting it away, pulling away and slapping his hand down against Jimin’s ass hard, „Don’t touch yourself, baby. Daddy hasn’t even gotten to fuck you yet.“
„Fuck!“ Jimin cries out loudly, precum smearing on his stomach where his dick twitches desperately once more. He immediately grips onto the sheets, panting as he tries to hold back the orgasm that’s creeping up.
Yoongi pulls his fingers out of him and climbs on top of Jimin on the bed, helping him scoot to the middle of it so they have more space.
He settles on top of the younger and just takes a moment to let his eyes travel over is body, „You’re so fucking pretty, Jiminie, how’d I get so lucky to get prank called by someone like you?“
„Ugh hyung don’t remind me.“ Jimin whines immediately, quickly shaking his head until Yoongi suddenly slaps the side of his thigh.
„What do you call me, baby?“
„What do you call me, baby?“
„Daddy! I’m sorry daddy!“ Jimin quickly corrects himself, the elder smiling down at him as he nods.
„That’s it.“ He mumbles, leaning down to peck Jimin’s lips, „Daddy’s gonna fuck you now, yeah?“
„That’s it.“ He mumbles, leaning down to peck Jimin’s lips, „Daddy’s gonna fuck you now, yeah?“
Jimin immediately nods eagerly, whispering a needy „Please.“ as he spreads his legs wider to make more space for Yoongi. However the elder just sits up and pats his hip, „Turn around, baby.“
Jimin grins in excitement and doesn’t hesitate to flip himself over on his stomach, making sure to arch his back to push his ass out for Yoongi as his legs spread open. Yoongi’s hands are all over his ass in no time, squeezing it and spreading the cheeks as he sucks in a +
+ deep breath.
„God, you’re so perfect.“ He mumbles, placing another light slap on one of his cheeks that has Jimin whining quietly.
„God, you’re so perfect.“ He mumbles, placing another light slap on one of his cheeks that has Jimin whining quietly.
„Please daddy, want you so bad.“ He begs quietly, hands coming up beside his head to grip onto the sheets, fingers curling into the fabric.
Yoongi doesn’t make him ask again, quickly taking off the rest of his clothes before he kneels behind him on the bed and scoots closer until he’s pressed up against him.
His hard cock is rubbing between Jimin’s cheeks as Yoongi lightly grinds against him, using his thumb to press his cock down against Jimin’s hole ever so slightly.
„No more teasing, daddy please I can’t-“ Jimin quickly shakes his head but before he can finish his sentence Yoongi suddenly pushes in with one smooth thrust, stopping when he’s about halfway inside him to let him adjust.
Jimin is a moaning mess in no time, the sounds muffled against the mattress and fingers tightening their grip on the sheets. Yoongi feels so big inside him, stretching him just right to the point that it hurts just that little bit, exactly the way Jimin likes it.
„Oh fuck.“ He breathes out, his voice strained as he spreads his legs a little wider, arches his back a little more.
Yoongi takes the chance to rub his hands over his back soothingly, leaning down to leave some kisses on it as he slowly pushes in more and more, cock sinking deeper until he finally bottoms out, both of them sucking in a sharp breath at the feeling.
„Fuck you’re big.“ Jimin moans, trying to adjust to Yoongi’s size. The way Yoongi is stretching him mixed with the soothing touches of his hands and lips all over him have Jimin floating and he can’t help himself when he starts pushing back and forth slowly, +
+ fucking himself on Yoongi’s cock.
Immediately Yoongi lets out a groan at the feeling, hands finding their place on Jimin’s hips, right where his legs connect, as he helps Jimin guide his movements.
Immediately Yoongi lets out a groan at the feeling, hands finding their place on Jimin’s hips, right where his legs connect, as he helps Jimin guide his movements.
Jimin settles into a slow rhythm, getting up on his hands to give himself more room to move and grind his hips back. He can feel Yoongi dragging against his walls, can feel him pressing deep inside him, causing his thighs to shake and he can’t help but let out moan after moan.
It doesn’t take long until Yoongi is taking over, grip tightening to hold him in place before he starts thrusting into him at a faster pace, causing Jimin’s arms to give in, making him fall back against the mattress.
„Daddy!“ He gasps loudly, arching his back even more to try to let Yoongi slip in even deeper. The sound of their skin slapping echoes through the room every time Yoongi thrusts in and Jimin can do nothing but take it.
„You feel so fucking good around me, baby.“ Yoongi groans, bringing one hand up to Jimin’s hair, grabbing a handful of it to tug his head back by it, using it to pull Jimin back against him, allowing him to thrust harder and deeper.
„Yes!“ Jimin screams, mouth hanging open as his head is being pulled back and desperate moans are falling freely from his lips.
Yoongi is hitting his prostate so well, stretching him out so wonderfully that Jimin is completely overtaken by the pleasure he’s feeling, trying to hold onto something, anything.
Suddenly Yoongi pulls out and lets go of Jimin’s hair, immediately causing the younger to whine in protest, „Daddy no! Don’t stop please, I- fuck I need you please.“
He looks back over his shoulder to find Yoongi stroking himself behind him, dark eyes taking in the sight of Jimin in front of him as one of his hands rubs over Jimin’s ass, spreading one of his cheeks to get a better look at his hole.
„Fucking hell look at you.“ He mumbles under his breath, shaking his head in disbelief before he slaps his hand down on the same cheek, Jimin immediately crying out in a mix of pain and pleasure.
He watches as Yoongi sits up against the headboard, then pats his thigh, „Come here, baby, wanna see you when you come.“
Jimin feels his cheeks heat up but he complies nevertheless, easily finding his place on Yoongi’s lap where he’s now straddling him with a leg on each side.
Yoongi takes a moment to take both their hard cocks in one hand and stroke them together, both of them moaning loudly at the feeling.
„Ah daddy, f-feels so good.“ Jimin whimpers, watching the way Yoongi is spreading their precum over both of them as he bites down on his lip.
Suddenly Yoongi is bringing his hand up to Jimin’s mouth, rubbing two shiny fingers over his lips until Jimin eagerly opens up, letting Yoongi slip his fingers into his mouth and press them down against his tongue.
Jimin sucks on them without question, letting himself get lost in the feeling of the weight on his tongue, the taste of them in his mouth so much that he doesn’t even notice Yoongi is lining himself up with him again until he feels him push in and he lets out a whiney moan +
+ around the fingers.
„Ah fuck.“ Yoongi sighs at the feeling, pulling Jimin closer with his free arm around his waist before he slowly starts thrusting up into him again.
„Ah fuck.“ Yoongi sighs at the feeling, pulling Jimin closer with his free arm around his waist before he slowly starts thrusting up into him again.
Jimin pulls away from his fingers with a pop and easily settles into a rhythm on top of Yoongi, meeting his thrusts with his bounces as his arms wrap around Yoongi’s neck, „Daddy you taste so good.“ He mumbles breathlessly.
„You’re so good for me baby, making daddy feel so good.“ Yoongi breathes out, placing his hand on the back of Jimin’s neck to pull him into a hungry kiss.
Both of them are starting to lose their rhythm, both getting closer and closer to their release and Jimin knows it’s only a matter of time before they won’t be able to kiss anymore.
He keeps bouncing on Yoongi like his life depends on it, keeps grinding down every time he sinks all the way down on him, moving his hips in little circles which have Yoongi groaning into his mouth.
When Yoongi suddenly holds him still and thrusts up hard and fast, Jimin’s head falls on the elder’s shoulder and he can do nothing but moan over and over again, the pleasure almost getting too much.
He feels it build in his stomach, feels the knot in there tighten to the point where it almost gets unbearable until he suddenly feels Yoongi’s hips stutter and the elder groans loudly, pushing deep into him as he spills inside him.
„Daddy!“ Jimin cries out at the feeling, reaching down to stroke himself quickly and finally slipping over the edge as well, his body shaking from the pleasure wrecking through him.
It takes them a good few minutes to come down from their highs, both of them panting against each other as they try to come back to it. Yoongi is the first to calm down, hands smoothing over Jimin’s sides and down his thighs to help him relax.
Shortly after Jimin lifts his head from Yoongi’s shoulder and lets out a heavy sigh, smile spreading on his lips, „Fuck, that was the best sex I’ve ever had.“
Yoongi can’t help but chuckle at the words, carefully lifting Jimin off of him before pulling him close with both arms around his waist, leaning up to kiss him gently, „It was?“ He hums in amusement.
„Definitely.“ Jimin grins down at him, running his somewhat clean hand through Yoongi’s dark hair, „I’ll never go back to college boys after this.“
Jimin’s not sure if Yoongi is doing it consciously or not but his arms tighten possessively around him, pulling him even closer so their bodies are pressed together as a small pout makes its way onto his face, „Already thinking about finding someone new to fuck you, hm?“
„No.“ Jimin chuckles, continuing to card his fingers through Yoongi’s hair, „I don’t think anyone could make me feel as good as you did,…daddy.“ He grins at the last word, watching as Yoongi’s cheeks suddenly turn pink.
„Ah…“ the elder clears his throat, shaking his head as he lets out a quiet chuckle, „Let’s maybe keep that in the bedroom, yeah?“
„You don’t like it, daddy?“ Jimin teases him with a smirk on his face, giggling when Yoongi’s eyes narrow at him, hands suddenly gripping his ass.
„You don’t like it, daddy?“ Jimin teases him with a smirk on his face, giggling when Yoongi’s eyes narrow at him, hands suddenly gripping his ass.
Jimin lets out a quiet gasp at the feeling, Yoongi’s eyes staring into his with a silent challenge, „I think I like it a bit too much and I won’t be able to control myself if you keep calling me that.“
„Oh, round two?“ Jimin smirks immediately, causing Yoongi to roll his eyes playfully before Jimin is suddenly being pushed down on his back, Yoongi on top of him.
„Round two.“ He agrees with a grin.
„Round two.“ He agrees with a grin.
---------
After another round of filth both of them are exhausted. They just took a quick shower together and then cuddled up to one another in Yoongi’s bed where their bodies are now nothing more than an entangled mess under the blanket.
Yoongi is trailing his hand up and down Jimin’s back while Jimin is laying with his head on the elder’s chest and both of them are just quietly enjoying the other’s presence and warmth. It feels nice to lay together like this.
„Hey hyung?“ Jimin mumbles eventually, the elder giving him a soft hum in response, „I really liked this.“
Yoongi lets out a soft chuckle, lips pressing against the top of Jimin’s head, „Me too, Jimin-ah.“
Yoongi lets out a soft chuckle, lips pressing against the top of Jimin’s head, „Me too, Jimin-ah.“
Jimin bites down on his bottom lip, nibbling on it for a little bit before he speaks up again, „I-I’m sorry if it seemed like this doesn’t mean anything to me earlier. To be honest, this really isn’t just about the sex for me, like don’t get me wrong the sex was amazing, but…“ +
+ he lets out a frustrated sigh, „I really like you hyung.“
Yoongi’s hand halts for a moment and he sucks in a deep breath through his nose before his gentle strokes continue, „It wasn’t a one time thing for you?“
Yoongi’s hand halts for a moment and he sucks in a deep breath through his nose before his gentle strokes continue, „It wasn’t a one time thing for you?“
Jimin immediately shakes his head, moving a little in Yoongi’s hold so he can look up at him and meet his eyes.
Yoongi hums quietly, amused smile on his face, „You’re barely in your twenties, Jiminie, what would you want with me?“
Yoongi hums quietly, amused smile on his face, „You’re barely in your twenties, Jiminie, what would you want with me?“
Immediately Jimin’s eyebrows draw together in a frown, „Hyung, you’re not that old.“ He huffs quietly, „I know we don’t know each other very well yet but I want to get to know you. I want to be with you, hyung.“
Yoongi looks torn, frowning slightly at the younger boy in his arms before he lets out a soft chuckle and gives a small nod, „Alright.“
Jimin’s eyes widen, „Alright?“
Jimin’s eyes widen, „Alright?“
Yoongi nods, „Let’s give it a shot. I’ll take you on a date and we see where it goes from there.“
Immediately Jimin’s face lights up and he’s attacking Yoongi with little kisses all over his face as he’s giggling excitedly. Yoongi just laughs and lets him go at it for a while before he grabs the back of his neck and pulls him into a gentle kiss.
When they pull away again they’re smiling at each other and both of them are quite sure where this will lead but not brave enough to say it out loud yet.
But that’s alright, they got all the time in the world.
But that’s alright, they got all the time in the world.
---The End ---
[Author's Note]
That's all, thank you so so much for reading I hope you all enjoyed that wild ride! Maybe I'll pick this up one day again and write a bit more for it if I feel like it but for now that's all there is to this story!
That's all, thank you so so much for reading I hope you all enjoyed that wild ride! Maybe I'll pick this up one day again and write a bit more for it if I feel like it but for now that's all there is to this story!
As always here is the ao3 link to anyone who prefers to read there! archiveofourown.org/works/31412846
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