Yoongi wasn't picky about work. He did it all. He washed dishes, cleaned hotel rooms, washed cars, fixed doors and windows, hung up fliers, delivered food and other packages. Whatever work he could find, Yoongi did. All whike never
Yoongi didn't have friends in the city. His only friend, Namjoon, was still back in Daegu finishing up high school. But Yoongi liked to keep him updated on his life through social media.
Those pictures started it all.
At first, the intensely sexual and creepy DMs Yoongi recieved made him scoff and block. Why were people so
And then came the offer of money.
Did people actually pay money for that?
He did his research. He found other boys and girls who did such things for a living. He talked to them, found they were happy to answer
He made friends with one, a gorgeous boy who went by Bun. Yoongi later learned his name was Jungkook, and he lived in Seoul too. He was a "camboy" and taught Yoongi everything he needed to know. It was a larger process than Yoongi first thought.
Yoongi was pretty comfortable in his life. He had a decent following that supported him well enough, he was writing more and more music and he had two very close friends who supported him in everything he did.
Or so he thought.
So with Jungkook's help and Namjoon's suggestion, he put up a poll of options for his loyal viewers to vote on.
That entire bullshit was the reason he was currently in this damn predicament.
Now, he was struck trying to find someone who could do it. Jungkook was not an option, no matter how much he whined and begged to be. And Namjoon... Just no. Yoongi had no other options. He knew two fucking people in Seoul
Jungkook suggested getting a male prostitute.
Namjoon suggested Yoongi put out an ad in of those those singles looking for singles hook up forums.
Unsurprisingly, Namjoon's suggestion was the most
Yoongi didn't expect much from the ad. He figured people would think he was either 1) creepy as fuck, 2) joking or 3) grossly desperate. He was blunt and obvious in the ad, a small paragraph that showed up under the page for people in his area and age range.
But he was surprised by the amount of legitament
Yoongi had actual options. A handful of guys seemed pretty decent. They didn't know of Yoongi before contacting him, which meant they weren't a viewer which was a positive.
Yoongi didn't know how to pick one.
Jackson was a nice Chinese guy who knew 3 languages and had an a for days. His humor was nice but he seemed to have a thing
Kihyun was nice. Handsome, pretty smile, soft spoken. He liked no strings attached. He had a dom mentality though and Yoongi wasn't so keen on that.
And he wasn't completely opposed to getting fucked.
He was just being picky.
Yoongi toyed with his phone as he waited, the soft thump of a headache forming at his temples. He didn't expect this to be so complicated. Was a decent gorgeous
Yoongi was pondering this question when his phone alerted him to a new email. Curious, Yoongi clicked to open it and he was rather pleased with what he read.
That attempt was ruined when his phone vibrated against his thigh with a new message from an unknown number.
"Oh my /god/." He whispered harshly, his eyes wide as he hurried to scroll through Park Jimin's media images.
The man was /fucking gorgeous/.
Yoongi had not been prepared for that.
His hair was such a pretty copper orange, his skin tanned, his eyes small but
He was the most gorgeous creature Yoongi had ever seen and his dick made up his
"I want him to fuck me." Yoongi announced, loud enough to be heard over the explosions in the movie. Both Namjoon and Jungkook ripoed their heads around to look at him while he held up his phone, showing off the rather sexy picture of Jimin with chopsticks
"Jimin?" Jungkook asked, grabbing at Yoongi's phone to confirm who he was looking at. "What? Where did you find him?"
"I thought you were leaning toward Jihoon?" Namjoon questioned. "Who is this guy and where did he come from?"
Yoongi snatched his phone back, pouting slightly. "He found me. He saw the ad."
"You know him?" Namjoon asked.
"We have classes together. You can't fuck him, hyung." Jungkook crinkled his nose.
Jungkook blinked. "Nothing. He's really nice. Everyone loves him. He's really popular."
Yoongi narrowed his eyes. "Okay? And I can't fuck him because?"
"And yet somehow you fucking me isn't weird at all." Yoongi rolled his eyes before dropping them back to his phone, where one of Jimin's tweets were still open.
Jungkook gasped, scandalized. "Not you too hyung!"
Namjoon offered a smile. "Yoongi hadn't been this interested yet."
After a moment, Jungkook deflated. "Fine. Just be careful, hyung. He's a softy." He hummed. "Didn't even know he was gay."
"Don't exclude bisexuality, Jungkook." Namjoon scolded.
"He thinks I'm /pretty/." Yoongi wheezed out.
"You are." Jungkook stated.
-Jiminnie 🐣 followed you!-
"He's really trying isn't he?" Namjoon sounded amused. "Did you reply to him yet?"
Yoongi shook his head. "What do I say?"
Jungkook smirked softly. "Tell him you think he's hot enough to fuck you."
Jungkook barely avoided the swat Yoongi
Jimin came to Yoongi, with the idea in mind of fucking him. Jimin opened that door and Yoongi...
Well, he was ready to walk through it.
"I did it."
Namjoon hummed softly. "You did it, Gigi."
"It's like ten."
"Cuddle time then!"
Ten minutes ago he walked into the shop he texted Jimin about and settle down by himself to wait. He was a little early. He had his favorite coffee
Not that they had a deal.
Park Jimin was about ten times more gorgeous in person. He shuffled into the shop, his orange hair an elegant mess, his skin golden, his muscles straining the fabric of his thin sweatshirt
Yoongi had a hard time not letting his eyes trail after the man. He was a lot shorter than
Yoongi fiddled with the sleeves of his hoodie while he waited for Jimin. Now he was officially nervous. This was important. This was business but this was also Yoongi letting someone
He really needed this to work out and he was scared he might fuck it up. He was good at that.
"H-Hey." Yoongi moved to stand to greet the man properly, bowing slightly which Jimin returned.
"So many." Jimin giggled softly, nervously. "But they're mainly about the logistics of us, um, you know." His face turned a rather bright red color and Yoongi tried not to coo about how fucking adorable that was.
Yoongi sighed softly and slumped in his seat, folding his arms over his chest. "My viewers. My two year anniversary of doing this is coming up and I want to do something special. I made
Jimin hummed, his eyes wide with interest. "I don't know much about the whole camming thing. How does it work?"
Jimin made a noise of understanding, his chocolate brown eyes sparkling even when he was blushing. "It's good that you enjoy it. And I think it's really nice of you to do something like this for them."
Jimin hummed, settling his drink on the table between them. "So, be blunt with me. How will this work?"
"We set a date. Soon, preferably. You come to my place. I'll have everything already set up. You fuck me, maybe different positions, I haven't thought about it yet." That was a lie.
"Simple." Jimin breathed out.
"No strings attached." Yoongi assured him. "I really am curious though." He leaned forward, propping his elbows on the table amd resting his chin in a palm. "Why do you want to do this?"
Jimin looked like he was going to combust when he held out his hand for a shake. "I, um, look forward to it."
Jimin's plump lips curled up into a warm smile, making his cheeks bunch and his eyes crinkle cutely. "Yoongi." He breathed it out like a sigh, a promise. "Suits you."
Yoongi shrugged. "Shouldn't take more than a few hours."
Jimin's cheeks were red again. "Right. Um. Soon, right? I'm free Thursday night? And I have a late class
That was three days from now. Yoongi's heart fluttered. "Yeah. Thursday works."
Jimin swallowed so hard that Yoongi could see his Adams apple bob. "Okay. Um, we can text for a time, right?"
"Mhm. Whatever's good for you."
"That link I sent you? It's uh. Basically a free month subscription to my site."
Jimin's eyes snapped up at him in surprise, his lips parted and his flush spreading all the way
"You don't have to use it." Yoongi mumbled, dropping his gaze to the table, flustered. "Just, if you wanted to see. So you know what I do and how I work."
"O-Okay." Jimin sounded like he was choking. "T-Thanks."
"I have that." Jimin said, confused.
"You have my personal one. You don't have Suga's."
"O-Oh." Jimin licked his plump lips.
"It's less... Sexual than the site." Yoongi tried to explain. "I mean it's still
"Am..." Jimin pursed his lips before dropping his gaze to his phone. "Is it weird I'm really interested?"
"No." Yoongi answered honestly. "I'm giving you access so you can look. Feel free to."
"Cool." Yoongi swallowed hard and grabbed his now cold coffee to down the rest. "I should get going. I'm meeting a friend in a few."
Yoongi nodded in agreement as he gathered his things and got to his feet. "I'll see you Thursday."
"Call me hyung. All my friends do." Shit. When did he lose control of his fucking mouth?
Jimin blinked in surprise before the brightest smile came to his lips, so bright it rivaled the sun.
"Yeah. Have a good night, Jimin."
And Yoongi /couldn't/ fucking wait.
It was a sobering thought.
Oh, Yoongi was ready. He was /desperate/ for this and that scared him a little bit. This was supposed to be business. When he first sought out someone to do this with, he figured it would be emotionless and clinical. But Jimin was none of those
But right now, even if he was doing this for Suga's viewers, it was going to be just him and Jimin alone in his filming room.
Sometimes, Yoongi thought maybe his thirsty ass was hyping Jimin up further than he actually was. And then he would stray casually over to Jimin's twitter
Obviously, somehow, someway, Jimin wanted him. He wanted to do this for him. He wasn't interested in the money, that was obvious.
Add that Jimin had /definitely/ used that free month subscription to Suga's website and Yoongi was
With a soft playful smirk curled to one corner of his mouth, Yoongi decided he looked as hot as he was going to get and finally left his reflection behind.
But since he had nothing left to do but wait, Yoongi started to feel anxious. His stomach was swirling still, his heart pattering against his chest and his skin felt prickly.
But he didn't want to be nervous. He wanted to feel confidant and sexy. He wanted to feel the way he did every time he started filming a new video, or a stream. He wanted to /be/ sexy and confidant for Jimin.
It didn't take long for Jimin to reach his third floor apartment. Not even five minutes later there was a soft knock against his door and Yoongi lurched forward, only to pause because he didn't want to seem
"Hi!" Jimin greeted, looking like a little ball of sunshine and now that they were standing face to face, Yoongi could tell that he was actually /taller/ than Jimin, but only by a little bit. Not that it mattered. Jimin could shove him
"Hey, thanks for coming." Not the best thing to say but Yoongi was a little tongue tied over how /fucking gorgeous/ Jimin was.
Yoongi hummed and pushed the door shut, locking it up out of habit. Jimin lingered off to the side before he figured he should kick off
Jimin's soft sigh seemed to be of relief and he was smiling again, something he seemed to do a lot. "Yeah! We actually don't live that far
Yoongi narrowed his eyes and crinkled his nose. "You walked here? At night?"
Jimin shrugged and possibly subconsciously flexed the muscles in his arms, where the fabric of his plaid over shirt was drawn a little tight.
When Yoongi turned to Jimin, he found the man's eyes flickering all over the room and he suddenly looked a little overwhelmed. Like everything just hit him at once. It could be a little overwhelming so Yoongi stepped a little closer and offered a warm
"We can take this slow. There's not rush."
Jimin blinked at him before his gaze finally settled on him and though his cheeks were flushed, his eyes were sparkling and his lips curled into a pretty smile. "Sorry, I just, yeah. Knowing and seeing are a little different.
Yoongi nodded. "I'll give you my basic camera. Easy to use." He flipped a hand at him as he moved away to pluck the camera which was mounted on the wall, at the head of the bed. "We can figure out when and how to use it
Jimin nodded in understanding as he carefully dropped the backpack he brought with him on the floor, pushing it out of the way to rest against the wall y the door. Yoongi was curious what the man could have brought with him but he didn't ask as he put the camera back.
Jimin stared at him for a solid minute before he shrugged one shoulder. "Pretty good, I think."
"Any questions? You can ask me anything."
"You have a plan?" Jimin asked softly, glancing at the bed a little shyly.
Yoongi popped his lips, feeling a smirk curling to his mouth and a sense of pride forming in his chest. "What did you think?"
One corner of Jimin's mouth lifted in a sly smirk. "Might have learned a thing or two."
"So this loose plan of yours. What does it entail exactly?" Jimin sounded nervous again, even when his eyes were sparkling with interest, it was obvious he was still a little nervous.
"Enough." Yoongi corrected, shifting slightly from the bubble of
They were both flushed but the bright smile that crossed Jimin's face helped ease Yoongi's embarrassment.
Confidence flooded through Yoongi in that moment and he didn't feel so worried or nervous any more. He hummed, appreciatively, and leveled Jimin with a serious but open look.
"No! N-No, I um." Jimin fumbled with his hands against his stomach, looking shy and unsure again but when
"Okay." Yoongi breathed out, relaxing slightly. "But, I mean, if you feel uncomfortable at any point just tell. We can stop. Maybe we should have a
"S-safe word?" Jimin nearly choked on his own spit. "I didn't think we were doing anything that would.... uh require that."
"Well, we're not." Yoongi let out a soft laugh. "But this is... I mean, just to be safe, you know?"
"Yeah." Yoongi chuckled. "That words. It's okay to be nervous too." He assured him, smiling at the way Jimin flushed and pretended the
Jimin's dark eyes snapped at him. "You are?" He sounded surprised.
"Yeah? I've never done this." He paused. "Well, not like this. And it's been years since I've been fucked."
"Yes. Years." Yoongi pouted out his lips rather cutely, a habit he had when he spoke sometimes. "Don't look at me like that."
"Sorry." Jimin shook his head and offered a soft smile. "I'm just, um, surprised?"
"Why?" Yoongi eyed him up.
"We take our time then. Agreed?"
"Yes." Jimin's smile was sweet. "I'd like that."
"Do I have permission to touch you?"
Jimin looked a little stunned by the question before he hurried to answer. "Y-Yes! Of course. You can touch me. Do I, um, have permission to t-touch you?"
"You can do whatever the fuck you want to me, Park Jimin."
With a rush of confidence and heat in the pit of his stomach, Yoongi pushed off the bed and slowly made his way toward Jimin. They didn't look away from one another and Jimin didn't make a single move until Yoongi was less than a
"We'll go easy." Yoongi mumbled softly, dropping his gaze to Jimin's plump, pert mouth. "Ease into this."
Jimin hummed his agreement, his eyes also dropping to Yoongi's pouty pretty little mouth. "Whatever you want, hyung."
"We should get to know each other a little bit before we start filming." Yoongi murmured.
Yoongi smiled softly and shifted his eyes to meet Jimin's gaze. "I meant physically."
"Oh." Jimin's slightly plump cheeks flushed again but it seemed to
Jimin's eyes went a little wide, still dark and still sparkling. "You prepared without me?" He almost looked disappointed and that threw Yoongi for a small loop. He paused and opened and closed his
"I didn't think about it. It's habit, really. Sorry." He apologized with a soft stroke to the exposed skin of Jimin's neck, right where shoulder met throat. The younger shivered ever so slightly at the touch and seeing as Yoongi was watching
"It's okay." Jimin assured him, pursing his lips slightly. "But um, what do you mean by helping me let one out?"
It took Jimin a moment to realize what Yoongi meant and once he did, his expression went from shy and aroused to
"I was thinking of shoving your cock in my mouth."
Heat flushed up Yoongi's spine and he shivered from the force of it, curling his hands into fists against Jimin's strong shoulders.
Jimin made a soft noise in his throat and pressed forward, ever so gently brushing his nose over the curve of Yoongi's cheek and just as lightly pressing his wet lips to his flushed skin. "Yeah, I think I do."
But he couldn't think about that right now. The freedom was there and Yoongi wanted to take, take, /take/.
It took Yoongi a moment to realize he could do just that and he acted without thought.
He pulled back for only a fraction of a second before ducking back in for a better angle, head tilted just slightly so he captured Jimin's plump bottom lip between both of his. Jimin made a faint noise, his breath warm as it came out in a
They had time, after all.
Yoongi flicked his tongue out against his lips, tasting and savoring the sweetness lingering on his flushed lips. He wanted more, so much more and he didn't even need to ask for it.
Heat burst through his chest, curling in his throat and Yoongi opened his mouth willingly, sighing happily when
Fuck, Yoongi could kiss Jimin for hours.
"Mhm." Jimin practically purred, both palms still splayed flat against the small of Yoongi's back. "You taste nice."
"Shit, fuck, warn a guy." Yoongi grumbled while Jimin laughed in his ear, his chest rumbling against Yoongi's
"You mean you haven't been thinking about me lifting you since you first saw me?" Jimin teased, his voice having a lit of amusement and promise it in that made Yoongi close his eyes tightly. Jimin knew exactly what the fuck he was doing. Gone was the shy Jimin and
"Like you haven't thought of me sucking you off since we met." Yoongi scoffed, even if his cheeks were burning from heat as he clung to Jimin's shoulders in fear of being dropped. But he wasn't going to be dropped.
"You're pretty." Jimin purred softly, hiking Yoongi up a little higher in order to be able to cross the small space
Oh holy fucking shit. Yoongi groaned, clenching his teeth and buried his head into the curve of Jimin's shoulder. "Well, I'm fucking offering here."
"You look pretty all laid out like a full course meal for me." Jimin purred, his lips pursing and pouting in a sensual way as he leaned a knee on the end of the bed, near one of Yoongi's socked feet.
Yoongi hummed in approval, Jimin's warm lips spiking pleasure across his skin as he kissed his way up to his jaw. They weren't touching nearly enough for Yoongi's liking but
One corner of Jimin's mouth listed into a smirk. "Hmm? Can't wait anymore?"
He arched over Jimin carefully, sliding their groins together in an effort to be close enough to Jimin's stomach to kiss his soft skin. The muscles were hard beneath his lips and they twitched at the press of kisses
Jimin's hands found their way into Yoongi's hair, brushing soft strands of blond away from his face rather tenderly as he kissed his way to the button of his
Yoongi moaned into the kiss, because he felt attractive and confident enough to do so. Jimin /wanted/ him. Even if he was pale and a little scrawny. Jimin's hot touch against his skin was proof enough of how much
"Is it bad I want to ruin you?" Jimin murmured against his mouth, not even sounded ashamed and Yoongi inhaled sharply, fizzles of pleasure spreading across his skin.
Yoongi licked at his upper lip and enjoyed the way Jimin watched him. "Later. Right now, I've got an intimate date with
Jimin hissed harshly into his mouth, his entire body jerking from the feeling of Yoongi's hands
Yoongi couldn't but smirk softly as he shoved Jimin to lay flat on the bed once more. Jimin did as he wanted, bending an arm under his head so he could watch exactly what Yoongi was going to do.
After planting a soft kiss to one of Jimin's hip bones, Yoongi hooked his fingers into the hem of his boxers and tugged down.
Jimin wasn't fully hard. He was still a little soft around the rosy tip and what a pretty color his cock was. The same golden as the rest of his skin but a little deeper, a little darker and flushed all the way red to the very tip.
His eyes were /blazing/ filled with want, hunger and arousal. His cheeks were flushed, his plump lips parted and red from kissing and being chewed on. His chest was heaving, his biceps flexing with each clench of his fist in
"You're so /pretty/." Jimin breathed out and Yoongi groaned against his tip, lapping a little more against the flushed skin because he /liked/ being told he was pretty. "With your mouth on my cock."
" 's good." Yoongi slurred, his mouth feeling a little lazy and numb. He gave Jimin's base a good squeeze, earning another soft moan
"H-Hyung." Jimin choked on the word, sounding strained and pained and when Yoongi opened his eyes a sliver, he found the younger staring at him with popped open wide eyes and slack lips, like he couldn't believe what was happening to him.
"A-Ah!" Jimin gasped, his back arching slightly as Yoongi took in all he could, till the tip of his cock hit the back of his
"Yoon-Yoongi, oh my /god/." Jimin moaned out, eyes shut tightly as he squeezed Yoongi's hair between his fingers, almost making the older grind his face into his cock. Yoongi didn't disapprove. And he sure didn't disapprove of the way Jimin moaned his /name/ like
Yoongi /might/ have sucked a little hard when Jimin called him 'baby' but Yoongi had a handful of weakness and being called 'baby' or 'pretty' during sex was one of them.
"You're a fucking demon, what have i gotten myself into?" Jimin breathed out, almost a soft whine and Yoongi pulled off his cock, concerned.
There was a moment of silence before a weak, "No."
Yoongi smiled to himself, pleased, and took Jimin's cock back into his mouth.
Jimin moaned out again, a soft high pitched sound and Yoongi watched him as he started to bob his head again, suckling and pressing the flat of his tongue against the sensitive veins. He wanted to /see/ Jimin come undone.
It didn't take much longer. Yoongi bobbed his head carefully, suckling in the way Jimin seemed to like and Jimin rolled his hips ever so slightly
Yoongi could feel it when Jimin was about to reach his climax. The cock in his mouth strained, bursting forth a spurt of precum that he swallowed without thought. The taste was only a little bitter but better than any other come he had
Jimin came for awhile, his body twitching and pulsing until there was nothing left to give. Yoongi's mouth was too full to swallow and some dripped out the corners of his mouth to slip back down the length of Jimin's cock.
"Oh my /god/." Jimin gasped, making Yoongi snap his eyes up to him. Jimin was watching him in slightly disbelief, his eyes wide but there was attraction in there, a hint of lust that had yet to be fully satisfied. "What a /dirty/ mouth you have."
Jimin made a soft noise, staring at the ceiling with a cute goofy smile on his lips. "I did."
"Can I not bask in the glow of the best blow job of my entire /fucking/ life?" Jimin countered, perking a brow.
Jimin laughed softly, such a pretty sound and closed his eyes to breath in a few times, a smile tugging at his lips. "Thanks."
"I'll be right back." He promised Jimin over his shoulder as he got to his feet. "I need to get a few things."
Yoongi snorted softly because he found it amusing that Jimin didn't feel like moving after a /blow job/ but he was pretty proud of himself for doing that to him. Jimin did say it had been a while so Yoongi hoped he didn't overwhelm him.
Yoongi stared at his covered crotch while Jimin stared at the cloth in his hand before they both laughed softly at one another. Yoongi passed Jimin the cloth and Jimin took it with a soft thank you. Yoongi let him clean himself up while he turned to the
Once he had everything he needed, Yoongi closed the doors with his foot and turned back to Jimin, who was still settled on the bed and watching him in curiosity.
"No? I mean. I do." Yoongi wiggled his own mask, a simple black fabric that was large enough to cover his entire bottom face, including his nose, chin, lips and full cheeks.
"You're not." Yoongi agreed. "Like I said before, I can edit out frames that may show your face but if you don't wear a mask we
Jimin perked a brow. "What kind of ways?"
"You have to stay leaning back, you know what I mean?" Jimin nodded in understanding. "And, I mean, as much as I enjoy the sounds you make, I think I need you to be quiet."
Yoongi furrowed his brow. "Don't refer to yourself like that."
Jimin blinked innocently. "I didn't mean it as a bad thing. I'm just the toy for you to play with."
"It's okay." Jimin was on his feet, reaching out to gently rub over one of Yoongi's bare shoulders. "I knew what I was getting into."
Jimin nodded, his smile warm and kind. "I'm following you here, Yoongi."
Oh, so he was /Yoongi/ now instead of Hyung.
Jimin tenderly placed the mask in his hands down on the desk with the computer, signalling he trusted Yoongi enough to not wear it. Yoongi almost wished he didn't need to wear his, Because maybe
Yoongi approached him a little shyly, his head ducked and his hands folded against his stomach. Jimin reached out without question, sliding his warm palms over Yoongi's bare shoulders, down his sides and over his hips making him shiver.
Jimin knocked his hands away though and grabbed at the front of Yoongi's pants instead, flushing heat through Yoongi's stomach. He wasn't nearly as hard as before but he was anxious, bubbling with anticipation of what was to come.
Jimin spread open the flaps of his jeans to reveal the soft white cotton briefs he was wearing beneath. His less than halfway hard cock followed the curve of his pelvis and Jimin was careful as he
Yoongi let out a relieved, pleased noise and folded his arms so he could rest his head on them, cheek tucked against his skin with his head turned toward the camera beside the bed. He closed his eyes in
A soft little noise crawled up Yoongi's throat when Jimin's fingers dug into the globes of his ass and tugged them apart. It wasn't something that could be properly seen on camera but that was okay.
Soft lips pressed to the curve of his ass and Yoongi's throat went tight, a moan getting caught. Then those lips moved over toward the jewel, fingers wrapping
"Ah, that feels too good." Yoongi slurred out, his words muffled through the mask but hopefully loud enough to be heard.
He let out a rather high pitched wheeze when Jimin pressed his tongue past the tight ring of muscle. He clawed at the sheets, sparkles of pleasure
"Fuck me." Yoongi managed to say properly, twisting his head around to see Jimin still settled behind him, his gaze heavy and dark. "Fuck me like you mean it."
It was obvious Jimin wanted to say something. His jaw tensed and his eyes narrowed but he kept it to himself. Yoongi also wished Jimin scolded him for being
Moments later, once Jimin was certain Yoongi was wet enough for him, he gave his ass one more kiss and pulled back. Yoongi heard him fiddling with
Jimin was careful. He didn't shove right in like he probably could have. Instead, he took his time. He pressed forward slowly, carefully, gently, until the
It was slow at first. He was gentle as he slipped his cock all the way till only the head was left and then rolled his hips in a hard intense thrust
After a few minutes of that, with Yoongi slightly rolling his hips back to meet each thrust, Jimin adjusted the angle. He leaned up enough until he was thrusting in a downwards angle and Yoongi gasped out so loudly when Jimin slammed hard
"N-No, no no no." Yoongi whined, shaking his head back and forth against his folded arms. "Don't stop, don't /stop/." He shoved his hips back against Jimin's pelvis, begging for the man to do it again because /fuck/ he saw stars.
So Yoongi started to whine, reaching back to grab at whatever part of Jimin he could find, which happened to be one of his hands on his hip. He grabbed Jimin's fingers, squeezing tightly and wiggling from side to side. When he glanced over his shoulder with
/Fuck/ he looked gorgeous. He was flushed all the way down his chest, his lips red and plump, his eyes dark and a bit of sweat forming around his hairline. Yoongi wanted to kiss him all over
"Over." He gasped out. "Flip me over."
Jimin nodded in understand and carefully pulled himself free from Yoongi with a slick sound, making Yoongi sink into the mattress. He didn't like feeling empty but Jimin
For a moment they just stared at one another, eyes locked while Jimin replaced Yoongi's hands under his knees with his own. Something intense and deep settled between them all of a sudden and Yoongi's throat went tight with it. His heart was even fluttering and it
Using the grip he had under Yoongi's knees, Jimin lifted Yoongi right off his ass so he could slide him up his thighs for a better angle. Yoongi moaned at the press of hot skin against hot skin
With locked eyes, Jimin rolled his hips until the tip of his cock breached Yoongi's rim again and slid all the way to the hilt.
Something seemed to snap inside Jimin then. His expression darkened into that demon Yoongi knew was inside him and he snapped his hips forward /hard/.
"M-more, yes, yes." Yoongi rasped with each thrust, his words easily slipping into garbles of sounds because it felt too good to formulate proper words. His eyes were watering again, tearing up from
Everything started to build and build until there was no where left for it to go. The buckle filled until it was overflowing and everything snapped all at once deep inside of Yoongi.
Jimin had stopped moving, his hands soothing over Yoongi's hips and thighs as he came down from his high. It took another moment for Yoongi to focus long enough to see that Jimin was smiling softly at him, almost in awe from how gorgeous he was when he came.
"C-ome." His voice was a broken rasp but Jimin's eyes widened, proof he heard him. "C-Come in me." He wiggled his hips weakly. "/Please/."
Yoongi could feel every single inch of Jimin's cock deep inside him, every inch of skin on skin and the way Jimin clutched at his thighs for purchase.
Jimin came moments later with a hard breath through his nose, clenched teeth and a hard grip around Yoongi's hand that was still
Jimin didn't even question him. He laid carefully over Yoongi, giving him the pressure on his lower body he had been so desperate for. Their slick skin fit together
They kissed slowly, softly, like they had all the time in the world and warmth rushed through Yoongi, leaving his heart stuttering. Oh, this was so nice.
Jimin slipped his hands between the mattress and Yoongi's back in an attempt at hold him and Yoongi appreciated it. They kissed over and over again until Yoongi was sure his lips were swollen all over again.
"You did so well." Yoongi murmured into his throat, his lips brushing softly against his skin. "Better than I could have asked for."
Yoongi snorted softly, smiling at the rumble of laughter that went through Jimin's chest. "I'm glad I picked you. No regrets."
"You had a lot of options." Jimin guessed.
"And you picked me." Jimin sounded in awe.
"I picked you." Yoongi assured him.
"I'd compensate you, of course."
"Yup." Jimin pressed his lips to Yoongi's nose and then down his cheek.
Jimin wiggled around on the bed to glance around the room. He found a clock on the computer screen. "Nearly midnight."
So they'd been at it for hours? Seriously? Fuck. "You're not walking home."
Jimin ducked his head and pressed his lips to the corner of Yoongi's mouth. "I'd appreciate it, thank you."
"You're going to cuddle me a little longer though." Jimin giggled but nodded in agreement.
Jimin joined him in the living room a few minutes later, looking a little more refreshed and plopped down beside Yoongi on the couch, seemingly unsure if he could still touch him. Yoongi dipped over to rest against his shoulder and
"I will." Jimin assured him, standing up straight once his boots were tied. He looked nervous for a second, nibbling on his lip and glancing to the side before he seemed to decided something.
Yoongi's heart fluttered like wings in his chest, his cheeks flushing a pretty pink color. "For next time?"
Jimin hummed, his eyes twinkling. "Yeah, or you know, just cause."
Yoongi swallowed hard and licked his lips. "Yeah. See you soon."
When it was over, Jungkook slowly removed the headphones and equally as slow, turned in the chair to look at Yoongi. He didn't look happy, or unhappy. His face was expressionless and that made Yoongi's stomach swirl with anxiety.
Jungkook made a soft noise, almost a snort. "That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen."
But his voice was flat so Yoongi glared at him. "Don't lie."
Jungkook's lips lifted into a cute smile. "I almost felt like I was watching something private. Your eyes were really intense the whole time."
"No." Jungkook shook his head, his dark hair fluffing. "I mean, post the video. It's amazing and your viewers are gonna love it."
"Okay, so what's the problem?"
"Yeah? I feel great."
"Are you and Jimin still talking?" He looked almost unsure about asking.
"Yeah?" Yoongi drew the word out in his own confusion.