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Jimin has been so incredibly horny all day. Every time he moves, all he can feel is his clothes moving across his skin, and all it does is work him up further. He’s had dance practice all morning and by the time he’s finished he’s about ready to pounce on the first willing person he comes across.
Unfortunately, none of the others are available. At least, not as far as he knows. Honestly, he hasn’t seen any of them all day. He knows that Taehyung has been busy all morning with an interview about his solo album, and Jeongguk has been filming tik toks with their hoobaes. He really isn’t sure where his hyungs have been–though he has seen Hoseok-hyung a few times in the hallway. He thinks he’s practicing some choreo he plans to film in a few days.
Regardless, Jimin’s been alone with his back-up dancers, a group of wonderful young women, and hasn’t seen any of them since they arrived early that morning. At just after one pm they finish for the day. “Great job!” Jimin tells them all, a wide smile on his face, as he bows and leaves the practice room. He’s ready to get home–because he has nothing else on his schedule for the day–and see if any of his members are home and available for Jimin to let off a little steam.
When he makes it back to their building the security officer who mans the front desk greets him politely, and Jimin’s so impatient to get upstairs that he barely greets him back. In truth, even if no one’s home Jimin’s ready to just get himself off. He’d prefer to have someone else do it, of course, but if no one’s home then he’ll do it himself. He just needs to cum.
It all started last night. Jimin had a dream that left him waking with a painful hard-on and no relief in sight. In the dream, Yoongi was wearing his red sweatshirt and Jimin was carrying out every single one of his darkest fantasies on his beautiful, pliant hyung. He tied him up, spanked him, pulled his hair, and fucked him within an inch of his life and dream-Yoongi-hyung only begged for more. When he awoke, Jimin sought Yoongi out, just in case–but he wasn’t wearing the sweatshirt tha morning. So, Jimin just greeted him with a kiss on his cheek, and a g’morning hyung, and went to work.
When Yoongi first broached the topic of letting any of the six of them do whatever they wanted to him, Jimin was hesitant. He loves fucking Yoongi, don’t get him wrong, but something about Yoongi trusting him to use him without him needing to check in first… it scared him a bit.
Ever since he was in his early twenties, when he really first started fucking around, Jimin learned quickly that he enjoyed being a bit rough in bed. He likes being roughed up, and doing the roughing up, and once he started fucking his members he learned that most of them don’t enjoy the level of roughness that Jimin does. Hoseok, for example, does not enjoy hitting or being hit, and the first time Jimin asked Hoseok-hyung to slap him while they were fucking, they had to stop so that they could have a serious talk about what they do and do not like in bed. It was good, and Jimin still has extremely satisfying experiences in bed with Hoseok-hyung, but it’s fairly vanilla by Jimin’s standards. On the other end of the spectrum, Taehyung loves to slap Jimin around and be rough with him. That was a fun night, when they first discovered that proclivity that they share. Taehyung was fucking Jimin hard, looming over him, one hand fisted tight in Jimin’s hair. Jimin was goading him, ordering him to go faster, harder, taunting him. Taehyung got tired of it and slapped him, and they both froze, staring at each other with wide eyes. Taehyung started to apologize, started to pull out and move away, but Jimin grabbed behind his neck and said, “Don’t you fucking dare stop,” and that was that. When they were done, they talked about it, finally discussing their likes and dislikes in bed in depth, and that was that.
Seokjin-hyung, Namjoon-hyung, and Jeongguk like varying levels of roughness in bed, but the one person Jimin was never sure about was Yoongi-hyung. He’s such a calm, solicitous person, Jimin never felt right trying to be rough with him when they slept together. And Yoongi-hyung never asked for anything more than whatever Jimin wanted to do, so Jimin thought he enjoyed their fairly-vanilla encounters.
That was, until Yoongi broached the topic of “free use” with them, and Jimin stressed for several days about it. Yoongi said that he wanted them to do whatever they wanted to him, that he would stop them if it was something he didn’t want, but Jimin was still afraid. He wanted to do a great many things to Yoongi, but he was afraid that whatever he wanted to do, Yoongi wouldn’t want, and would stop their encounter. Then things would be awkward between them.
But the first time they were home alone and Yoongi put on his red sweatshirt, Jimin was just horny enough to do something about it. He started slowly, escalating incrementally. Yoongi was pliant, moving where Jimin put him and not stopping him no matter what he did. When they were done, both of them breathing heavily, lying sweat-soaked on the floor of Yoongi’s home office, Jimin softly asked him if he was okay with what Jimin did. Yoongi turned to look at him, a soft smile spreading across his lips. “I’m perfectly okay with what you did. In fact, you could even go harder, and I would love it.”
That sealed it for Jimin, and the next time he encountered Yoongi-hyung while he was wearing his red sweatshirt, he didn’t hold himself back. And every other time they slept together as well, without the red sweatshirt adding a different layer to their encounter, Jimin lets himself take charge, lets himself go. It’s phenomenal.
So today, feeling as worked up as he does already, Jimin’s hoping that Yoongi’s home, hoping that he’s wearing the sweatshirt because he wants to fuck and not have to hold himself back. It’s not likely, he doesn’t think, that he will be home, but Jimin still hopes.
When Jimin steps into the apartment it’s quiet, and his heart drops a bit. He takes off his shoes, inhaling deeply and trying to calm himself down a bit. If he’s alone, then he can at least make it good for himself–he can go take a shower, go into his room and take his time with himself. Maybe he’ll take out his fleshlight and fuck it nice and slowly, drawing it out and driving himself crazy. The thought makes him excited, and he makes his way back through their large apartment feeling ready to have a good time.
But then he passes by Yoongi and Seokjin’s bedroom and sees that the door is ajar. He looks inside, not expecting to see anything, and time seems to stop as he takes in the sight before him.
Yoongi is on his bed wearing nothing but his red sweatshirt. He’s on his elbows and knees, the fingers of one hand pumping into himself. His mouth hangs open as soft, breathy moans spill out. He’s being quiet, which is why Jimin didn’t hear him until he stopped in the doorway, but now that he’s here all he can hear is Yoongi’s breathy moans filling the room around him.
Jimin doesn’t stop to think before he’s pushing the door further open and crossing the distance between the doorway and Yoongi’s bed on the other side of he room. He rips his shirt off and pushes down his sweatpants, and climbs naked onto the bed. When his hand slides across Yoongi’s lower back, he jumps, his eyes flying open. He relaxes when he sees Jimin, a slow smile spreading across his face.
“Jimin-ah,” Yoongi whispers, arching his back further as Jimin’s hands slide over his skin. He’s settled firmly behind him, his palms gliding over the globes of his ass, squeezing and kneading. Yoongi has an amazing ass–just enough flesh to squeeze without it feeling like too much in Jimin’s small hands.
“Hush,” Jimin says, his voice coming out much deeper than it typically does, his lust clouding his mind. He’s been so worked up all day, so ready to fuck something, he’s glad that it’s Yoongi, who will let him do whatever he wants.
Jimin pulls one hand back and slaps Yoongi’s ass hard, the crack of his skin against Yoongi’s filling the room. Jimin watches, feeling a little insane as redness blooms across Yoongi’s skin. He does it again, relishing the way Yoongi’s voice fills the room as he cries out, his knuckles white as he clenches the blankets beneath him. Jimin smirks, squeezing Yoongi’s ass in both palms. He dives in, licking hard over Yoongi’s hole, burying his face between his cheeks.
Jimin has wanted nothing more than to fuck or get fucked for several days now, and now that he has Yoongi all to himself, Jimin intends to take advantage of it.
Yoongi’s moans and cries fill the quiet apartment as Jimin tongue-fucks him with abandon. He dips the tips of his index fingers into Yoongi’s hole, slipping his tongue in between them as he pulls out, stretching Yoongi further. He squeezes the fleshy skin of Yoongi’s ass, enjoying the way Yoongi squirms under his grip, the way his hole clenches around his tongue as he delves as far into that tight heat as he can reach. He releases Yoongi’s ass with one hand so he can reach between his legs and take his balls in hand, gently squeezing, tugging, and rolling them around as he continues to lick and suck, drawing all manner of depraved noises from his hyung’s throat.
Jimin’s own cock is throbbing as it hangs in front of him, neglected and desperate. Jimin squeezes Yoongi’s balls once more, just a little viciously, before he legs to and pulls back. Before Yoongi has a chance to complain, Jimin reaches up to take a fistful of his hair and tug him up. Yoongi lets himself be moved, going where Jimin urges him. They maneuver so Jimin is standing at the edge of the bed, Yoongi on his back with his head hanging off the edge. He holds his mouth open wide and Jimin lets out a deep, satisfied groan as his cock disappears down Yoongi’s pliant throat.
Jimin loves coming across Yoongi just after he’s put on the sweatshirt, when he’s clearly in the mood but not yet hard or worked up at all. He likes taking the time to get Yoongi to the point where he’s desperate, nearly–or literally–gagging for it, and then absolutely ruining him. He loves it just as much when Yoongi’s already worked up, when he’s a writhing, sweating mess, like he was when Jimin came across him today. He fucks Yoongi’s throat ruthlessly, his eyes open but hooded as he watches the way it looks each time his cock breaches Yoongi’s throat.
Jimin smirks, thinking back briefly to the first time he and Yoongi fucked like this. None of the others had quite expected Jimin to enjoy being so rough in the bedroom, and he thoroughly enjoyed proving to them all just how fun it can be to fuck him. So far, Yoongi is the only other one who can quite keep up with what Jimin wants, and that’s only because Yoongi wants it just as bad. They both want to absolutely ruin each other.
Spurred on by both the memory of what he and Yoongi have gotten up to together, and by the feeling of Yoongi’s hot, wet mouth around his cock, Jimin pulls out and urges Yoongi to move up the bed, onto his knees and elbows again, his ass high up in the air, inviting and pink. Jimin retrieves the lube where Yoongi helpfully set it on the bedside table, and squirts a generous amount right onto his hole, smirking when Yoongi squirms at how cold it likely is. Jimin slicks his cock up, and then positions himself ready to slide in. He knows Yoongi was playing with his hole when Jimin came across him, but he has no idea how long he was doing it before Jimin interrupted, nor how prepped he actually is. So he moves very slowly–wanting to be rough in bed is absolutely not the same thing as actually wanting to hurt Yoongi.
Yoongi bites the blanket he mashes his face into as Jimin alternates between rubbing the head of his cock against his hole and pressing, rocking back and forth to incrementally apply just a little more pressure, coaxing Yoongi to open up and let him in. It takes a long time, but Jimin can be patient. Finally, his cock pops in, suddenly enveloped in a vice grip of burning heat, and Jimin bites his lip at the same time Yoongi lets out a muffled, ragged moan. Jimin doesn’t move, sitting still and using his thumbs to massage Yoongi’s lower back, allowing him to become accustomed to Jimin’s girth. Incrementally, Jimin feels Yoongi’s body relax, the vice grip around his cockhead loosening bit by bit, and only then does he start to slowly press inside.
“Fuck, Jimin-ah,” Yoongi whines as Jimin reaches around to take his flagging cock in hand, gently massaging it back to full hardness.
“How do you feel?” Jimin asks, letting the hand not on Yoongi’s cock slide up his back to thread through his hair, gently scratching his nails along the back of Yoongi’s scalp. Yoongi whines again, shivering at the myriad of sensations across his whole body.
“Fucking good,” Yoongi breathes. Jimin grins, staring at the side of Yoongi’s face not pressed into the blankets beneath them. Jimin’s eyes rake down Yoongi’s back, taking in the smooth skin, the gentle curve of his waist as it slopes up toward his ass, round and eminently squeezable. Yoongi’s legs are spread wide, giving Jimin the perfect hand-hold as he slides his hands toward Yoongi’s hips, gripping around the bones of his pelvis. Yoongi is absolutely stunning like this.
Jimin presses in steadily, still moving slowly, giving Yoongi’s body the time it needs to adjust to the intrusion. Jimin bites his bottom lip, fighting the urge to squeeze his eyes shut at how good it feels to slide deeper and deeper inside–he wants to watch, though. He wants to see the way Yoongi’s lips part on a sigh as Jimin finally bottoms out, wants to see the way Yoongi’s fingers clench the blanket under him hard enough that his knuckles turn white. Jimin rolls his hips, not quite thrusting yet, but Yoongi lets out a deep moan that makes him hope he found his prostate right away. He wants to drive Yoongi crazy with it, so he continues grinding his hips in the same way. “Oh fuck,” Yoongi groans, writhing and gasping with pleasure, his hole clenching almost rhythmically around Jimin. “Fuck, Jimin-ah,” he breathes, arching his back further. “Harder, please.”
Jimin’s brows rise a bit–usually it takes longer for Yoongi to break and start asking for what he wants, usually he likes to maintain the thin veneer that he’s not in complete control over what is happening. “You must be really desperate,” Jimin purrs, thrusting once, a bit harder. Yoongi lets out a loud moan, his face dragging against the blanket as he nods. “You want it that bad? Want me to fuck you nice and good?”
“Yes,” Yoongi whines. Jimin simultaneously goes soft at the fact that he’s one of the very few people in the entire world who gets to see this vulnerable side of Yoongi, and feels the little spark of mischievous glee go through him at having Yoongi so at his mercy so easily.
“Hmm, I don’t know… do you deserve it?” Jimin asks, a thrill shooting through him at the way Yoongi’s eyes narrow as he cranes his head back so he can see him.
“I do,” Yoongi says.
“But you’re wearing this sweatshirt, which means I get to do what I want, right?” Jimin pulls out nearly halfway and thrusts back in hard, enjoying the way Yoongi seems to fight with his irritation at Jimin and his desire to give in and hope that Jimin will do what he wants if he does. But then he surprises Jimin entirely.
“Fuck this,” he mutters, pushing himself up onto his hands so that he can yank the sweatshirt over his head. He tosses it on the floor, leaving himself completely naked now. “Now fuck me or I’ll go find someone who will,” Yoongi says, narrowing his eyes once more at Jimin over his shoulder. Jimin smirks.
“Your wish is my command, hyung,” Jimin says, his voice low. He lets go of Yoongi’s hip with one hand so he can grab a fistful of his hair again, at the same time thrusting hard and fast into Yoongi’s tight heat. He pulls his head back, not letting him hide any of his beautiful moans. It feels so good to let go and just fuck after feeling so pent up all day . Pleasure fills him, spurring him on. Jimin leans in, pulling Yoongi’s hair back so that he can almost whisper into his ear, “I’m glad you were here, hyung.” Yoongi responds with a deep groan, his breaths coming fast and shallow around it.
Holding himself up on one hand, Yoongi reaches up and grasps the wrist of the hand Jimin has in his hair, and pulls it down. Jimin lets go, wanting to see what Yoongi wants. Yoongi moves his hand so it’s resting against his throat, and Jimin lets out a loud, appreciative moan. “Fuck yes,” Jimin hisses, letting his hand come to rest against Yoongi’s throat. He doesn’t put much pressure at all, but Yoongi loves it. Every time they do this Yoongi comes so hard, and Jimin wants that for him. Yoongi clearly spent today pent up too, and they both are desperate for this release. The feeling of power that Jimin gets when gripping Yoongi’s throat also gets him off, and he knows he’s not going to last very much longer.
Jimin feels every centimeter of Yoongi’s walls dragging against his cock as he thrusts hard and fast, and it very quickly becomes too much, hurtling him over the edge. He shouts as he comes, hips snapping hard against Yoongi’s ass as pleasure suffuses him, tingling through him, before fading slowly away, leaving Jimin absolutely sated and happy.
Yoongi, on the other hand, lets out a loud whine of frustration, and Jimin feels bad, then, for coming first. He pulls out, but quickly replaces his cock with his fingers, bracing one foot up beside Yoongi so he can reach around and take his poor, neglected cock in hand. Jimin finds his prostate quickly, and rubs firm circles over it. Yoongi lets out a ragged sound that’s half scream, half moan, and buries his face in the pillow, muffling himself.
Now that he’s come, and doesn’t feel quite so much like he’s losing his mind, Jimin doesn’t want to torture Yoongi too much more. He knows that a few quick tugs on his cock would have him coming hard all over the bed. But Jimin wouldn’t be himself if he made things that easy. Instead he enjoys watching the way Yoongi writhes on the bed, body wracked with pleasure as he massages his sweet spot toward his orgasm, using his thumb to draw circles over just the head of Yoongi’s cock. When Yoongi comes, he does it with a sob, his whole body clenched tight, trembling with pleasure. It’s truly a sight to behold, and as Jimin slowly stops his stimulation, wanting Yoongi to have ridden his orgasm all the way to its end, Yoongi’s body begins to relax.
It takes several long minutes before Yoongi’s eyes finally peel open again, his breath once again calm and steady. Jimin laid down next to him running his fingers through his hair. “Fuck, Jimin-ah,” Yoongi croaks. “I really needed that.”
“I did too,” Jimin says with a soft laugh.
“Taehyungie, the little shit, came to the studio earlier before I came home and we started messing around, but he got a call and had to leave. He’d already come, but I hadn’t, and he just left me there with lube in my ass and my dick hard as a rock.” Yoongi pouts impressively, but Jimin snorts.
“Hyung, it’s not his fault he had to leave.”
“It is! It was a social call, not a work call. He didn’t need to leave, and the smirk on his face as he left proved it.”
“Were you wearing the sweatshirt?” Jimin asks, brushing Yoongi’s bangs out of his face.
“Yeah,” Yoongi grumbles.
“Well, that’s part of the deal, isn’t it? If you’re free to use however we want, sometimes that means if we wanna leave you hanging because it gratifies us, then we’re allowed.”
“Yeah, but it sucks for me!”
“Well, you can always just say you don’t want that. If something that we’re doing isn’t working for you, just tell us and we won’t do it anymore. It’s that simple, hyung.” Jimin leans in and presses a kiss to Yoongi’s temple.
Yoongi groans softly. “You’re right. Ugh, okay, I’ll talk to everyone at dinner.”
“We all love this arrangement hyung, but if at any time you want things to be different, or change the ‘rules’ then you have to tell us, or else this won’t work anymore.”
“Yeah,” Yoongi sighs. “Okay, I’m going to clean up and take a nap, you can join me if you want.”
“In what universe would I turn down an opportunity to cuddle after fucking your brains out?” Jimin asks, pretending to be scandalized, and Yoongi snorts. They get up reluctantly, throw the soiled blanket in the wash, and curl up under Yoongi’s spare blanket, wrapped around each other, falling almost instantly into a blissful sleep.