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[yoonjin] kinktober day 4: fingering 💫

🔞Sj can't stop thinking about Yg's fingers. Yg is more than happy to oblige him.

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cw // praise, fingering, first times, dom/sub undertones, dirty talk

Reminder: this fic is 🔞 so please respect that. If you are a minor please look away and block this account.

For Sj, sexuality is not an easy topic. He’d think it’s because he’s introverted, but so is Yg. They both keep to themselves in many ways, care deeply about having private lives. But, while he doesn’t give incredible detail, Yg doesn’t seem too concerned

about laying his sexual experiences out on the table for the members. Sj wants to ask why, but also doesn’t want to seem judgemental. He’d once worried Yg would mistake any questions for homophobia, but he knows about Sj now.

And Sj wants to ask about it. To ask /how/ he’s so comfortable talking about things that society pushes down.

If he wants to ask about Yg’s personal experiences, too, in more detail, that’s something he’ll only admit to himself in those limbo-like hours of the night when he

can’t avoid his own shame. He’ll wonder about Yg, what he has and hasn’t done as he lays across the room from him. Imagine what his face looks like in pleasure, wonder if it’s different from when he’s pushing himself for one last run-through of a choreography.

And he’ll wonder about his hands, strong around another man’s waist. His pianist’s fingers that Sj has watched innocently for so long suddenly an object of extreme fascination.

They’re in their shared room when Sj finally breaks. Sj had looked over to say something to Yg, only to find him looking at the product page of a dildo. His eyes widen, even though it’s so simple, and he blurts out, “Does that really feel good?”

Yg startles at the too-loud question, looking between Sj and the page before he realizes what he’s asking about. “In general, or...?”

Sj feels his face burn and groans. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, hyung,” Yg says. “I don’t mind, really. I’m just

not sure what exactly you want to know.”

And he’s already embarrassed himself a bit, so… “I haven’t–I haven’t done anything like that before. And it’s been on my mind lately, and I was wondering, and I wasn’t thinking when

I asked. I was curious what it feels like, if you would maybe tell me.”

Sj’s rambling, and he thinks maybe Yg will dismiss the conversation then, the atmosphere too awkward to take. Instead, after a moment, he says, “I mean, I enjoy it sometimes. I prefer to

top with a partner, but I’m flexible. And sometimes I like the extra stimulation when I’m getting off alone.”

There he goes again, saying it so easily, like every word isn’t almost unbearable for Sj to listen to. Everything feels hot and claustrophobic, his hands

grasping at his comforter to ground himself.

When it’s clear Sj isn’t going to respond, Yg gently prompts, “So you haven’t even fingered yourself before? Just to try?”

“I almost did once, but then–” and then Sj abruptly remembers what stopped him that time, and his

mouth closes with an audible snap.

“Then?”

“I, uh, thought about something and it felt wrong,” Sj says vaguely, waving his hand to dismiss it.

“Something?” Yg asks. “Hyung, I hope you’re not worried you’ll be less of a man after or some bullshit.”

No!” Sj quickly corrects, apologetic. “Sorry, it’s not like that, don’t worry. It’s… I thought about someone, so it felt inappropriate. I didn’t mean to, but I didn’t want to continue when I knew I wouldn’t be able to shake him from my mind.”

Yg hums in understanding. “Someone you know then? It’s not that strange, hyung.” He lets out a brief snort. “Not to mention we’re in an industry where people practically live to be sexually appealing.”

And that’s–that’s true. But those people aren’t

also Sj’s bandmate, roommate, dear friend, and first and current crush. “I don’t know,” Sj says finally, deciding to let the conversation rest.

“Can’t have that,” Yg responds, surprising Sj. He finally meets his eyes, head tilting in confusion. “Oh, don’t look

at me like that, hyung,” Yg says. “This is obviously bothering you, so let’s talk it out until you feel better. It looks like it’s making you sick.”

Sj imagines a range of answers he could give, but he knows they’ll just continue to run in circles.

So, finally, he breaks their eye contact to whisper, “I was thinking about you, though.”

“You were thinking about /me/?” Yg asks, disbelief coloring his tone.

Sj starts mentally planning out his departure from the country. “Oh no, it’s creepy

after all, isn’t it?” he groans. “I’m such a terrible hyung, shit.”

“No–it’s not–it’s,” he pauses. “I’m just surprised.”

Sj peeks up to send him a glare. “I’m sorry you thought higher of me, Yg-ah. I tried not to, you know. Tried really hard. But I still

shouldn’t have mentioned it.” He hides his face again. “I can’t believe I brought it up–that’s so inappropriate.”

Yg makes a displeased noise. “Hyung, hyung, it’s fine,” he says. He walks over to crouch in front of Sj’s bed, where he’d pulled his knees up

to hide his face. “Look at me, hyung. I’m really glad you trust me with this–I know you get uncomfortable talking about these things.” He tucks Sj’s bangs behind his ear. “I never thought someone as gorgeous as you would fantasize about me, that’s all.”

Sj groans. “You’re really hot and you should know this, now please shut up.”

The other boy laughs, and there’s something so gleeful in it that Sj is forced to peek. He’s smiling, gums showing, and Sj wants to perish because he’s so pretty. “You look happy.”

“And you still look like you’re going to fall apart when I’m obviously fine,” Yg says. “Don’t feel bad.” Sj’s eyes narrow in disbelief, and Yg rolls his eyes. “Fine. Don’t feel bad because I fantasize about you all the time.”

“What?”

Yg’s cheeks have turned a soft pink, but his tone is still casual when he says, “It’s not easy having someone frequently nominated as the handsomest man in the world as my roommate. My poor bisexual ass never stood a chance.”

“What?” Sj repeats, the situation finally sinking in. “O-oh, you’ve also thought about me…” he trails off.

“And more than just one time. And I felt horny guilt after, sometimes, but I never forbid myself from getting off because of it,” Yg says. “I think it’s

pretty expected. Though, sorry, I guess. If it makes you uncomfortable. I can stop, if you want.”

“You still…”

“Your eyes are going to pop out of your head, hyung,” Yoongi says, poking his forehead. “Yes, I still fantasize about you. So don’t feel bad

about thinking about me once.”

“I mean,” Sj allows. “It wasn’t just once.”

Yg chuckles, but lets the room fall into silence as they examine each other’s faces. Then, “Hyung, you don’t–” he swallows thickly. “You don’t have to just /think/ about it.”

Sj blinks, uncomprehending. “What?”

“If you want, since you’re so nervous, I can show you how it feels.”

And with the way Yg’s turned to avoid Sj’s stare, there’s no misunderstanding the younger boy’s meaning. He’s fidgeting now, and Sj’s eyes

can’t help but lock on his fingers, thin and long as they thread together. He thinks about them skillfully picking out notes from a keyboard. Sj flushes even deeper as he wonders what notes they could pull from /him/.

Sj murmurs, “You’d do that for me?”

The other boy nods once, simple.

“Okay,” Sj says finally, very softly. His fingers curl back into the comforter again as Yg looks back in question. “You can, uhm, help me.”

Soon enough, Yg joins Sj on his bed. He looks confident now that they’ve decided what they’re doing, and Sj is glad at least one of them is wholly relaxed.

Yg leans toward Sj to leave a light peck on his cheek. Sj wonders if that’s misplaced, in this setting, but he

appreciates the gesture too much to stop it.. “So how did you imagine it?” Yg asks.

“I-I don’t know,” Sj replies quickly, practically before the question has fully left Yg’s lips.

“Don’t you?” He questions. “You don’t have to be nervous, I’m not going to judge you.”

Sj grumbles, bottom lip jutting out. Opting for honesty, he says, “I feel like there’s a right answer here, and I need to figure out what it is.”

“Well, there isn’t.”

“Isn’t there?” Sj questions back, an acidic edge staining his words.

“Hyung,” Yg says, voice firm. “We’re the only ones here. Even if there /was/ an answer society thinks you’re supposed to give, it doesn’t matter. We make the rules, okay? And I’m not expecting any answer.”

There’s nothing but sincerity in Yg’s eyes as Sj studies him. “I was laying down on my back with you above me,” he finally whispers.

The corner of Yg’s lips lift. “See? Nothing wrong with that answer. Lay down for me.”

“And also,” Sj adds quickly. “Also maybe

keep talking to me? It’s… nice.”

“Sure, hyung.” Yg’s voice is soft now, and Sj hums in appreciation when his pretty fingers dance across the older boy’s jaw. “Proud of you for asking for what you want, I just want to give it to you.” Something about Yg looking at him like

this feels a little dangerous, a little sharp. All his attention is Sj’s, and Sj isn’t quite sure what to do with that. As Yg pushes against Sj’s chest to lay him down, he asks, “What else do you want?”

“I want you to kiss me again,” Sj says.

Yg looks endeared when he leans in, free hand settling on the mattress beside Sj’s head so he can hover over him. He presses another soft kiss to his lips. He barely pulls away to ask, “Like that?”

“More would be good, too.”

A puff of a laugh spreads between them before Yg kisses him harder, moving his body to fully situate himself over the older boy. Sj sighs into it, and Yg licks into his parted lips. He’s pliant below him, opening his mouth wider for him, and Yg gives an appreciative hum.

When he pulls back, he drops another kiss on the corner of his mouth. Sj knows his eyes must look misty when Yg’s gaze meets them again.

“Seems like this is pretty new for hyung, too?” he says, using the hand still

on Sj’s jaw to close his mouth. Sj flushes deeply, not realizing his mouth had still been open. “Want me to start while kissing you? It can feel weird at first, so it might be better with the distraction.”

Sj nods okay, and Yg shifts back onto his knees. He pulls lightly

at Sj’s waistband, and Sj gets the hint, quickly shuffling out of his pants and underwear. It occurs to him that Yg’s still fully dressed, and something about it makes his heartbeat pound in his ears, his cock already chubbing up. When he turns back to him, Yg’s pulling out

the lube and squeezing it onto his fingers. He carefully warms it as Sj watches, mesmerized again by the outline of his fingers. Wondering what they’ll feel like.

Then they’re kissing again, open-mouthed and messy. Yg’s lips wrap around his tongue and suck, once, and

Sj’s mind blanks, blood rushing at that simple motion. He’s still only half aware when Yg’s finger circles his entrance, but he gasps when he feels it enter him. It really isn’t like anything he’s felt before, a completely different

stimulation, and Sj can’t help but spread his legs wider for him.

Yg breaks their lips apart to murmur soft praise. Telling him how good he is for asking for what he wants, for letting Yg give it to him. He pushes his finger in deeper, reminding Sj to relax when his

body instinctually tenses. Yg is patient as Sj focuses, forcing his muscles to relax, softly reassuring him throughout. Sj can feel his knuckles slowly start to thrust in and out of him rhythmically, pulling a deep groan from his throat.

“Is it good, hyung?” Yg asks. Sj just nods, too overwhelmed to speak. Too worried of the embarrassing pitch his voice might be. “Going to add another,” he tells him in warning, before claiming Sj’s mouth again. Sj feels like he’s giving

more and more of himself over with each moan Yoongi swallows.

Sj can feel the stretch easily now. A slight burning feeling that fades quickly into contentment at the sensation of being full. Though he'd

suspected he’d like it, Sj can’t get over how nice it feels, how deep Yg can press into him.

It feels so good that Sj reaches for his cock, hard against his stomach.

Yg, hands busy, breaks their kiss again to bite at his ear with a simple, dark: “Don’t.” Sj moans softly at the command, the power in Yg’s voice, and immediately drops his hands.

Yg pauses for a moment, seemingly registering the quick acquiesce. “Did you like that?”

“Sorry,” Sj mumbles, eyes squeezing shut. “Feels good.”

Yg hums again, softly caressing the skin of his face in a manner so contrary to the warning tone his voice had taken on just seconds prior, and begins moving his fingers against Sj’s walls again slowly. “What about it feels good?”

Sj licks his lip, shivering when he realizes how much of their shared saliva is still there. “All of it. I like that you’re taking over. And I like–” he licks his lip again “--like that I have to rely on you for everything.

“Oh?” Yg says, voice shifting into something rich and teasing. Sj’s responding squirm makes him smirk, shifting his weight to his knees so his hand can settle on Sj’s hips. “Does hyung want to be my pillow prince? Lay there and take what I give you?”

“I–I don’t–”Sj starts, then bites his lip. He wants to say he isn’t sure if that’s allowed, if the idea is supposed to set him on fire from the inside out. It seems like too much. He tries to squirm again, but Yg’s large hand keeps him in place.

Yg isn’t /doing/ anything, though, just continuing to prod at his walls while waiting patiently for Sj to finish his response. Eventually, he just asks, “Is that okay?”

“Of course it’s okay, hyung. I might be teasing, but I’m not asking you any trick questions,” Yg soothes

“And I think I like having you like this. Pretty, pretty hyung. All spread out for me. Can’t hide your face in the pillows even if you try. Won’t use your arms instead, just because I told you not to move them.”

Sj’s never been this hard in his life, body tensing at the blunt words before relaxing again at the sensation of Yg’s fingers beginning to spread, scissoring him open. He just whimpers, helplessly overwhelmed as Yg nips at his lip, pulling on the flesh.

“One day, I’ll make you beg with these pretty lips. Tie you up in pretty ribbons so you can’t do anything but take what I give you. Hyung won’t have to worry about a thing, won’t even have to struggle to keep your hands from touching yourself since the option isn’t there.

You’ll just make those pretty little sounds and ask for what you want over and over again.” His fingers press into his prostate, just then, and Sj’s hips jerk.

“/Yg/, please,” Sj moans. He’s not sure what he’s asking for, the promises

in Yg’s words or the continuous movements of his fingers. As it is, Yg’s rubbing at the spot without relenting, until Sj can do nothing but repeatedly sigh out Yg’s name like a mantra. It feels

like he’s gasping for air, like Yg’s name on his tongue is the only thing keeping his lungs from giving out, until he finally comes untouched.

Yg’s fingers continue to fuck him through it, pulling every gasp from him until they morph into uncomfortable whines.

hen Yg kisses him like at the beginning, a soft and barely-there thing, and carefully cleans him up. Sj grabs his wrist when he goes to leave, Yg smiling softly when he pulls him back into bed with him to sleep.

They fall asleep like that, Sj smiling at the way Yg’s fingers trace patterns across his arm.

[end]

My first yoonjin! I struggled with this one a lot, but I'm proud because it's still (barely) day 4 in my time zone ✨

Shoutout as always to my love @hopeful_writes for helping me and also generally being the best.