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It’s simply not his fault. One cannot help one’s biology, especially if said “issue” stemmed from when they were developing in utero. Jimin let out a massive sigh, looking at himself in his upright mirror. He’s gotten used to it now, at 28. While growing up and going through puberty, certain issues arose due to Jimin’s… difference in anatomy. His parents had raised him not to be ashamed of his body to the point where in 6th grade when it came time to start dressing down for gym, he didn’t realize his classmates would have an issue with the physical difference. But some boy noticed. Even if no one had to take off their underwear it was clear Jimin was either extremely small or he had no penis at all.
To avoid allowing the student body to know Jimin had the exact opposite of a penis, he let them think he was simply not well-endowed in that particular area. It was still humiliating, and it followed him till graduation at 18. His parents knew and did their best to help stop the bullying but nothing could make it fully go away. Thankfully, as time passed the novelty of Jimin being ‘small’ wore off and the mentions of it became less and less.
Honestly, Jimin didn’t mind being a bit different physically. He’d grown up knowing he was intersex; his parents had known since he was extremely young, around his first birthday is when his mother noticed something and took him to his pediatrician. After some testing, it turns out the Park’s baby girl was intersex, and as Jimin grew it was easy to recognize he was a boy rather than a girl. His parents navigated this to the best of their ability, he knows, and in a country like South Korea where understanding and empathy towards a situation like this would have more than likely been handled negatively—like his parents instead forcing him to present like a girl—speaks quite a bit about their character as a couple and as parents.
College was easy—no one knew. Jimin had also discovered packers and padding he didn’t mind wearing in his tight dance clothing to give the full illusion of his actual gender. This helped immensely. He made new friends and felt fully comfortable in his skin outside of his parent’s house for the first time since 6th grade. Gender euphoria, he later learned this feeling is called. Then he met Min Yoongi…
Now, his boyfriend of six, almost seven really lovely years. It had taken them a while to move from friends to boyfriends, and even though the pining had made it feel like time dragged on before they were together it was very much worth it. Talking to his hyung that first time before having sex had been… daunting and emotional. Afraid of rejection and disgust from Yoongi, tears began running down his cheeks before he could even get the words out.
We have different junk, Hyung.
Yoongi had guffawed at his choice of words, not at all perturbed by Jimin’s lack of male genitalia. It should be noted that Jimin had originally planned to say something more along the lines of: I don’t have a penis or, Hyung, I have a vagina. But clearly, it hadn’t worked out that way. To Jimin’s absolute joy, Yoongi didn’t care what kind of genitalia Jimin had or not. He cared about Jimin, just Jimin, not his fun bits as Yoongi had stated purposefully to get a laugh out of the other. It had worked too.
A gradual change took place within Jimin after that. His confidence grew tenfold, he stopped wearing the padding and packers as often—they weren’t always that comfortable anyway—and he began embracing his femininity, something he had always had but had subconsciously shoved down after 6th grade. Embracing this part of himself was something Jimin had always wanted to do, and this was the first time her felt as though he could. He began wearing all the clothing he wanted to, not just what was typical of a stereotypical man. For Jimin, this meant not straying past more silky materials, pastels, and tulles. He’d chosen to get a bit more into make-up—although for men in Korea, wearing makeup wasn’t unheard of and is catered to in the market, Jimin just upped the ante whenever he felt like it instead. A more noticeable lip gloss or a pale shimmer on his eyelid on occasion became a part of his everyday looks and his hair. He dyed his hair.
He'd gotten through several different shades by now, but he’d come back to a select few. His favorites; a warm medium brown, blonde, and pink. Speaking of pink—he’d dyed it back to his favorite cherry shade only a couple of weeks ago. Yoongi loved his hair in whatever shade, and he’d told him so every time Jimin had asked him if he liked his hair after changing it. There was something about the pink though…
…Yoongi always seemed to rail him harder whenever he’d surprise the elder with freshly dyed pink hair. And one could assume Jimin was particularly horny this evening now that he was back with one of his signature hair colors.
It wasn’t a planned change, but the hair appointment was. While chatting with his usual stylist, Jimin had felt a sudden surge of excitement when she mentioned going back to pink. A sly smirk appeared on his face once the words left her mouth. A roar of confidence ran through his veins once she turned him around in the chair to see the final look.
Hyung’s gonna die when he sees this…
In the mirror Jimin turned again, looking over his shoulder at himself. Damn, he looks good. Lingerie had been added to his new style a few years ago by complete accident. He’d been walking along the sidewalk of a strip mall when a display caught his attention and something just clicked as he stared at the delicate pieces on display. He had hesitantly walked into the establishment, keeping his dark shades on as he perused the store and what they had to offer. He ended up going with a few safe pieces: some fancier pairs of underwear, one pair with a heart-shaped cut-out at the top of the butt cleft, and one more scandalous piece to test himself which was a white baby doll set that came with a garter belt and matching stockings. Jimin had felt excited, nervous, and a little scandalous as well. It had been a lovely combination. His interest in lingerie had only grown from there.
It helped of course, that his boyfriend had developed a kink for the lingerie, only making Jimin even more indulgent. Examining his ass in the mirror and how the black garter belt straps held on tightly to his stockings made him swiftly smack his own ass. His hand left a mildly pink print that disappeared after a moment on his sun-kissed skin, yet the smack had been loud. Satisfied, Jimin smirked at himself. He was rather excited to surprise Yoongi with this set and a new pair of ribbon handcuffs he’d purchased from an independent business. Black is still Hyung’s favorite and Jimin had yet to buy a lingerie set in the color until now.
He heard the apartment door open, making him glance at the clock on their bedside table. 6 pm, it had to be Yoongi, there was no question in Jimin’s mind. Quickly, he shut the door to their shared closet and went to stand in the doorway of their bedroom so he could be seen as soon as Yoongi turned down the hallway. Jimin had a hip cocked outward as he leaned on the frame, the picture of sexy. A clatter of shoes could be heard which meant Yoongi was in the middle of taking his off in the entryway. Jimin bit his glossed lip in anticipation, too excited to be ravished by his boyfriend.
“Minnie?” The elder called out for him. Jimin didn’t answer the first time, which gave Yoongi a clue something was up. “Min-ah, come on. We’re going—” Yoongi rounded the corner suddenly, his gaze locking on Jimin. “Well, shit.” He looked stunned, appreciative as he took in the effort Jimin had made towards his current appearance. Jimin could appreciate Yoongi as well as he was still clad in an almost black suit for work with the jacket unbuttoned. The day’s work made the fabric look more relaxed compared to this morning when he left their apartment.
“Not exactly the response I was going for, but I’ll take it,” Jimin smirked as his eyes looked the elder up and down slowly. After another moment of taking in his gorgeous boyfriend, Yoongi slowly swaggered the distance to stand in front of Jimin. Jimin could feel himself growing wet in anticipation of all the ways Yoongi could take him; Yoongi was strong enough to throw him around, and Jimin was also more flexible than the average individual, so there was that as well… Jimin’s tongue peeked out to lick his bottom lip as he thought about his Yoongi-Hyung bending his legs behind his head just to eat him out. The elder reached up to stroke Jimin’s cheek with the back of his large hand as he gazed down at the wet dream that was his boyfriend, unknowingly bringing Jimin out of his quick daydream.
“Jimin-ah, baby,” He leaned down to gently touch his lips to the pink-haired man. “You look astounding,” Jimin wanted to cut him off, too needy for small talk currently.
“Hyungie, want you.” Jimin mewled at the elder, moving one of his hands downward to cup his boyfriend’s clothed cock and balls—they never quite fit all the way due to how small Jimin’s hands are. In response, Yoongi had to close his eyes briefly as the smile grew across his face.
“Darling, trust me when I say I want nothing more right now than to be able to fuck your little pussy into oblivion right now,” Jimin frowned suddenly, there was a clear ‘but’ coming up. He took his small hand off his boyfriend’s junk. “But Eomma and Appa Min are meeting us at that new restaurant we’ve been talking about, remember darling.” Yoongi’s voice was smug yet loving, not condescending towards Jimin. Jimin took in a deep breath, letting it out while showing his disappointment. He’d completely forgot—the power of the pink hair.
“I forgot, Yoonie. I’m sorry.” He rubbed his hands over Yoongi’s pectorals, pouting. Yoongi leaned in and gave Jimin’s lips another soft peck.
“It’s okay, princess. You need to go get ready. I doubt my parents would want to see you in such a delicious outfit.” Jimin grinned, blushing at Yoongi’s words.
“Another kiss, please?” He pouted, standing up a bit higher on his toes in hope.
Yoongi gazed down at his lover, amusement in his dark eyes. His mouth moved from simply being open, to a gummy smirk. “Of course.” The elder closed the gap between them in earnest. Jimin opened his mouth for his hyung without resistance. The pinky was uncertain how he was going to be able to think of anything other than getting railed during this dinner with his boyfriend’s parents, it seemed an impossible task as Yoongi kissed him till he was breathless. One of the elder’s arms wound around Jimin, his large hand pressing firmly at the small of Jimin’s back to keep him against the elder’s warm chest. This counts as more than one kiss, Jimin thought, thankful for being indulged just a little. They broke apart shortly after that thought, both panting for air as their foreheads leaned against one another.
“I can call you Pinky again.” Yoongi grinned brightly, still catching his breath. Jimin blushed at the old name, recalling all sorts of memories from the last time he had pink hair.
“Hyung—”
“No, I’m serious. Look at you,” Yoongi leaned his head away, putting a step between them as he leaned back to take in all of Jimin. “You’re pink all over now, baby. Your hair color brings it all together. My little Pinky, wearing black just for me…” If it was possible, Jimin’s cheeks flamed, the blush extending down his neck to the top of his chest.
Yoongi suddenly signaled the younger to do a turn for him with his index finger, which Jimin obliged. The elder hummed in his deep voice, making a shiver run down Jimin’s spine. “Christ, if I won’t be thinking about you in this the entire time we’re there…” Jimin let out a small giggle, turning once more to go get changed he left the elder with a smirk on his lips as he closed their bedroom door behind him gently.
This new restaurant the couple had been fanning over was not a disappointment by any means and it helped distract their thoughts from earlier as Yoongi’s parents talked about their recent dealings over a seafood platter. Although, if honestly is the best policy, then Jimin hadn’t forgotten. Once the appetizers had been set down at their mahogany wood-polished table, Jimin had felt himself begin to throb between his legs. He silently chastised himself for allowing such a simple thing like high-quality seafood to bring this out of him, but he certainly couldn’t help it if he was this attracted to his boyfriend. And after all, wouldn’t a person want to be this attracted to their partner? If they’re not ace, of course, the pink-haired man thought. Slowly, he was able to ignore the pulsing and come back to the conversation at hand.
“I mean, really, you’d think Samsung would have better lawyers than that. It was quite a surprising ordeal, Son.” Min Daesung let out a huff of a laugh as the end of his recent tale from work finally came to an end and he reached for a well-cleaned abalone off the silver platter that sat in the center of the four of them at the round table.
“Sounds like you might’ve gotten a rookie lawyer, Father. An odd happening for sure with such an important case.” Jimin and Yoongi’s thighs were pressed together, their individual chairs almost touching as well—he really would have preferred a booth, but there wasn’t much to be done about it when the only seating available were the beautiful round, wooden tables with chairs… This place seems to be too fancy for the privacy of booths apparently. He pressed his thighs together in hopes of relieving some pressure.
Jimin had changed into a pair of fitted black slacks and a draped, cream-colored silk shirt he rather loved, with a pair of silver earrings that dangled straight down. The earrings had been a gift from his boyfriend in the previous year. He looked good and had secretly kept the black lace thong on under his slacks and maybe that was why he was still feeling this way. He hadn’t even reached for any of the food yet.
Just then, Min Harin spoke up and asked Jimin a question he’d been unprepared for. “Jimin-ah, dear, are you feeling well? You haven’t touched the food.” As much as Jimin was thankful for the distraction from his thoughts, he really couldn’t answer her honestly. It would sound ridiculous: Sorry Eomeonim, I just keep thinking about your son railing me into next week. Yeah, that really would work. Talk about scandalous…
“Oh, I’m feeling alright, Eomeonim. I think I’m just not in the mood for seafood right now.” He gave her a polite pout. There was a sudden warm hand on his thigh, squeezing him.
“You should have said something, Jimin-ah. We could have gotten something else to share.” Yoongi’s Eomma was too sweet and considerate sometimes, he thought as Yoongi moved his hand up his thigh just a little higher.
“Here darling,” Yoongi held up a piece of steamed King Crab leg for Jimin to bite with his free hand. Yoongi wouldn’t force him, Jimin knew, but the elder also knew why Jimin was so distracted currently. “We shouldn’t let such a difficult catch go to waste.” Slowly, to focus on something else, Jimin chewed the bite he’d been given. It was nothing less than delicious, of course, no surprise there. Yoongi’s hand stayed on his thigh and it made Jimin grateful—it was keeping him grounded at the dinner, even if it was also sexy to have his boyfriend’s hand possessively gripping his upper thigh.
“Thank you for the bite. It is really delicious.” He noted after swallowing.
“Now when are you two going to settle down? You already act married as is,” Daesung wondered aloud, genuinely curious after watching his son feed Jimin at the dinner table with such attentiveness.
“Dae-ah, leave them be. They’ll get to it when they get to it,” She paused her dark eyes that looked like Yoongi’s flitting over to Jimin. “But, sometime soon? Hopefully?” Yoongi let out a good-natured chuckle at his parents, thankful that they had been so supportive of his and Jimin’s relationship since they were young. The pink-haired young man simply blushed and looked down at his lap.
“Eomma,” Yoongi lightly chastised. Jimin swatted him.
“They’re only excited, leave them be.” He muttered loud enough for the table to hear. “And besides, one day isn’t exactly off the table.”
“Ohhhh,” Yoongi’s father countered, clearly enjoying their healthy banter. “One day is good enough for now, I think. You all know how much I want to be a halabeoji.” Harin pursed her lips at her husband.
“And the two grandchildren that our eldest has graciously given us don’t count to you?” She chastised with a frown. Daesung looked taken aback.
“Of course Hwan and Minjoon count, Jagiya. I’m just saying—” Harin cut her husband off and the night continued just like that. Good-natured banter and teasing in between mentions of business and corporate movements, with a side of what could only be gossip between Harin and Jimin. All in all, it was a dinner Yoongi and Jimin were thankful they hadn’t missed, but by the time they got back home… perhaps they wished they’d had the extra time that dinner had taken up.
“You left them on?” Yoongi groans out as he pulls down Jimin’s fitted slacks over his pert ass. The black lace thong was visible between the cleft of his cheeks as he held onto their headboard with both his hands, his face almost as flushed as his hair now after making out with the elder for an unknown amount of time as soon as the front door had shut and locked behind them.
Jimin shifted his hips side to side a little to make his ass jiggle just enough to tease. ”Of course I did. They’re probably ruined after dinner.” Yoongi then pulled the slacks down to the younger’s knees. Jimin moved one knee at a time to allow Yoongi to finish taking them off him, leaving his silky shirt to drift about his exposed hips. Yoongi sat back on his knees, admiring the natural glow of his boyfriend’s soft tanned skin compared to the white silk of the shirt.
“Christ, ’m lucky.” The elder drawled, briefly biting his bottom lip. Slightly leaning forward, Yoongi palmed both of Jimin’s ass cheeks and spread them, moving the warm mounds of flesh in slow circles. The thong sunk deeper into his cleft, now hugging his ass hole tightly. With just that single sliver of fabric covering his most intimate parts, Jimin huffed out a breath in arousal, his ass hole and pussy clenching in anticipation.
“Hyung, please.” He whined.
The elder’s voice was low, “You’ve been patient tonight.” He paused, squeezing the globes of Jimin’s ass before letting them go only to trail one hand up the younger’s spine and grasp firmly at the back of his neck. “Hyung will give you what you want, but you’ll have to be specific.” The pink-haired man whined. He didn’t want to use words anymore, Jimin just wanted to be fucked. “Now, now. Use your words, please. Hyung’s not going to touch you until you use your words, Jimin-ah.”
The younger huffed, blowing a piece of hair that had fallen out from in front of his face. “Really want you to fuck me with your cock, Hyung. Pretty please? Wanna not walk after.” He heard Yoongi let out a low groan at his admission, feeling the elder’s other hand now at his waist.
“Hyung can make that happen, baby.” The hand that had been at Jimin’s nape, let go and ran back down his spine to pause on the other side of his waist. Slowly, both hands moved up Jimin’s sides, taking the silk shirt up with it. “You can move your hands, let’s get this off you.” The younger moved accordingly, allowing Yoongi to help him take off the silk shirt and leave almost all his body bare.
The shirt was tossed off to the side, easily forgotten as Yoongi unbuttoned the dress shirt he’d donned for the nice diner with his parents and left him in just his slacks. Lips suddenly met Jimin’s tailbone and slowly made their way up his spine in kisses. He hummed, enjoying the feeling as Yoongi's hands also roamed along his sides. Those large hands eventually found their way up to the younger’s sensitive, dark nipples. Touching and rubbing, not pinching—Jimin wasn’t a fan of pinching.
With Jimin being intersex his chest looked a little different than the average male his age. He doesn’t have breasts, but it was as if his nipples got the wrong memo when he was developing. So, they’re more towards the center than off to the side of his pectoral muscles with his areolas covering a slightly larger expanse than they originally would have had he been born fully male, yet still on the smaller side overall if one were to compare his to other’s nipples. Granted, size and shape are a bit relative in this case and all that truly matters to Jimin is that Yoongi loves Jimin and therefore loves his body just as it is.
Yoongi pressed himself against Jimin’s back, their hips also meeting as a result. The younger could feel his boyfriend’s half-hard cock still covered by his pants pressing up between the spread cleft of his ass cheeks. The feeling of Yoongi’s half-hard cock pressing up against him was tantalizing and left him full of anticipation for when it would finally be fully seated inside his pussy, and then pumping away against his cervix.
Jimin moved his hips backward, rubbing at his hyung’s half-hard cock as best as he could as Yoongi continued to kiss all over his back and neck. A low moan left him, the need slowly burning within him for more. Yoongi’s hands moved back down to the younger’s hips, his fingers hooking into the lace thong and threatening to pull it down without words. Jimin bit his bottom lip, his hips continuing to undulate against the elder’s crotch as he turned his head back towards his boyfriend’s.
“You don’t wanna eat me out with them on?” Jimin asked before Yoongi could close the gap between them and pull the younger’s lips into a kiss.
When the elder pulled away, a familiar smirk appeared across his face. “Oh, now you can talk in full sentences? I see.” A slap sounded through the air as Yoongi slapped one of Jimin’s ass cheeks, making the other yelp. “Maybe next time, baby. You want to be fucked, remember?” With Jimin’s nod, Yoongi gave him a few more kisses before moving on. “Still gonna play with you though,” he murmured while swiftly pulling the lace thong down to Jimin’s knees as the younger giggled in anticipation.
With the thong now out of the way, Yoongi unbuttoned his dark slacks and pushed them down. It was a mild struggle to get them off as Jimin turned his head to watch the spectacle. He left his boxers on, suddenly too eager to care much about his remaining clothes. Yoongi flipped onto his back making the bed bounce as he maneuvered his head between the younger’s knees.
“Come on, baby. Sit on my face,” Yoongi’s hands were on the outside of Jimin’s thighs, rubbing them encouragingly as Jimin lowered himself onto his boyfriend’s face. As soon as Yoongi’s tongue lapped up his delicate folds, Jimin let out a stuttering moan and gripped the headboard tighter. At first, it was just kitten licks as Yoongi also continued to rub his hands along Jimin’s thighs, but after a bit of that Yoongi got into what he had been wanting to do the entire night.
The elder had always been more inclined towards anything oral during sex, and he particularly enjoyed being the giver while being intimate with any partners he’s had—whether it was his awkward and stumbling first time, to now with the guy he could see himself spending the remainder of his life alongside. With Jimin, it just seemed all even better. Yoongi really couldn’t pin down the exact reason eating Jimin out was one of his favorite activities but it was. Maybe it was the sounds he was able to pull out of the younger, his taste… it could be every aspect—in fact, that seemed to best answer why he loved it so much. Yoongi was not lying whenever he said Jimin’s cunt tasted good, because this was a fact for him. If this was all Jimin ever wanted from him again, Yoongi could live with it quite easily—he enjoyed it that fucking much.
With his tongue pointed, Jimin undulated his hips and rode the elder’s tongue while panting and holding onto the headboard for dear life. Another favorite pastime of both parties. It had only been a couple minutes and already his hips were stuttering. Thinking this, Jimin let out a whine and paused.
“Hyung, ‘s too much.” He muttered, panting. He felt Yoongi’s hands tap the tops of his thighs twice, a silent way of asking Jimin to lift his hips up enough for him to speak or move out from under him.
“Need to move?” He asked thickly. Even with the small amount of space between Yoongi’s face and Jimin’s cunt, he could easily feel the elder begin to swipe the tip of his nose gently up and down his damp folds. The soft-touch was enough to make Jimin mewl as his thighs also shook from the delicate touch. At first, it was a hum, then it grew to a sob as tears spilled down the younger’s cheeks. Jimin was too close to the edge this way and the build-up was getting to him.
The sheets rustled as Yoongi moved out from underneath him, quickly going to support his partner and remove him from the headboard to a more comfortable position on the bed. “I got you,” Yoongi pressed a kiss to Jimin’s temple as he laid him down over their comforter. “Do you wanna take a break?” He caressed a hand across Jimin’s body, concern written on his face as he allowed the younger a moment to calm and ponder the question.
“A little,” Jimin whispered through the tears.
“We can slow down. You know I don’t mind whatever we do,” Yoongi slid down, still keeping himself above Jimin while leaning on an elbow. Looking into the other’s eyes, Yoongi played with Jimin’s short hair as he focused on his breathing for a few minutes. Laying next to one another was another thing.
There has always been so much to love about Jimin… Yoongi thinks as he pulls the younger towards him gently with a hand on his waist. The elder’s hand moves to caress over Jimin’s hip bone, across to the other side and back again. He hears Jimin’s breathing has grown less labored as he snuggles his face into the crook of the younger’s neck.
Eventually, Jimin asks, “Have I completely thrown off the mood?” His voice was soft, timid—and for what reason Yoongi was unable to fathom. The elder rubs his nose along the younger’s throat for a moment, just finding comfort.
“Never,” He murmurs. “I’ll always be horny for my boyfriend.” He teased truthfully. Jimin let out a laugh of surprise at the comment, his expression more of a smile now compared to the doubtful frown that was there before his question. Jimin then tipped his head towards his boyfriend, leaving Yoongi to detach from the dip where the younger’s neck met his shoulder.
“So…” The pink-haired man wiggled his eyebrows, “You still wanna?”
Yoongi balked at his question. “Obviously. Have you seen how gorgeous you are? How could I not want to?” Jimin lightly slapped his chest.
“You’re a silly man,” He stated.
“Maybe so, but only silly for you.” Yoongi kissed his forehead as Jimin hummed. “How do you want to do this now?” Yoongi heard him huff out a breath through his nose before answering.
“I got a little too worked up there…” The elder gave a nod, agreeing and taking one of Jimin’s smaller hands in his own to fiddle with.
“I should have relieved you a little before we went to dinner with my parents. You were worked up for a long time, so maybe that was why. Either way, next time I won’t make my baby wait so long.” Yoongi gave a kiss to each of the fingertips of Jimin’s hands while he spoke, warming the younger’s heart. Smiling, Jimin moved forward and captured the elder’s lips in a kiss. Yoongi let go of the smaller hand and Jimin cupped his face as a result.
Slowly, their lips parted.
“Hold me?” Jimin asked, wanting to be close. Yoongi gave him a quick pet on his full lips.
“On our sides like this?” Jimin nodded at him. He snaked his arms around the elder’s neck and kissed along his jaw. “I have to take off my underwear, baby. Give me just a sec,” Jimin pulled away from Yoongi, giving him a little bit of room to maneuver till the elder was equally naked as Jimin had been. Once his boxers were around one ankle, Yoongi yanked them the rest of the way off and tossed them into a corner of their room. He held his arms open for Jimin.
Quickly, the younger wrapped his arms back around the elder’s neck and leaned in for another set of kisses. Yoongi felt the younger hook a leg over his hip, bringing them even closer as they kissed deeply. He ran his hand up the expanse of Jimin's side, moving towards his shoulder blade to just feel his soft skin against his own.
Their break had been about 20 minutes. It wasn’t enough for Yoongi to go completely soft, but he did soften to about half-mast in that time. He’d been more concerned about his partner, naturally. It didn’t surprise the elder when he felt one of Jimin’s smaller hands snake down their bodies to take his cock in hand with a slow-paced stroke. Trying to get his boyfriend fully hard again proved easy for Jimin, and it was definitely due to their mutual attraction towards one another, but the drag was a bit dry and smarted on the edge of painful.
Jimin noticed when Yoongi winced on a particular upstroke. He let go of his boyfriend’s cock only to touch himself, gathering his wetness to ease the friction between his hand and Yoongi’s cock as he continued to pump him back to a full erection. A pleasured groan sounded through the elder’s chest once Jimin brought his hand back to stroke him. Their lip parted once more, Yoongi panting with his eyes still closed as Jimin gave a firm yet gentle squeeze around his cockhead.
“Fuck, Minnie-ah.”
Jimin looked up at him with hazy eyes, fully absorbed in what they were doing together. “Yeah, Hyung? Does my hand feel that good.” He lightly teased with a smile. Yoongi huffed out another breath before pulling Jimin back in. His kisses grew rougher as he tugged Jimin’s bottom lip with his teeth lightly. The younger’s hips bucked, wanting friction as they continued to kiss.
Eventually, Yoongi was fully erect again and ready for Jimin. Those hazy eyes he knew all too well were waiting for him once Yoongi opened his own. “You ready?” He mumbled. The two were close enough to one another there was no reason to raise the volume of their voices past a murmur. Jimin nodded, moving his right leg further up Yoongi’s hip in anticipation even though there was no need.
Slowly, with Jimin’s hand guiding, Yoongi entered the younger’s wet heat. Both of them groaned at the feeling. A shiver ran down Jimin’s spine once Yoongi was fully seated within him. He felt full, finally, after several hours of anticipation, waiting, and wanting. His hands held tighter to the elder as he began to thrust shallowly, allowing Jimin a time of adjustment. The best part of being intimate with his boyfriend was simply being close to one another, that is Jimin’s favorite part even after being together for a few years.
The younger held onto his boyfriend as his thrusting continued and eventually picked up pace. He could feel the familiar tension grow in his lower abdomen, his clit throbbing as the spot above Yoongi’s cock rubbed against it with every calculated thrust into him. Jimin keened at one particular thrust of Yoongi’s hips, his walls clenching around the elder in pleasure and urging him on. They were both close to coming. Yoongi kissed and nipped at Jimin’s neck when his mind was able to consider it as his own pleasure grew alongside his partner’s.
“Hyung,” Jimin breathed out, realizing he needed more friction than just the elder’s public bone rubbing against him to come. Yoongi opened his eyes, giving Jimin a kiss to his swollen lips. The two weren’t telepathic, yet Yoongi certainly knew Jimin well enough to consider what he needed in this moment. He paused his hips and gave Jimin a nod—it was more of a head jerk than a nod, but there was no one to care.
Trying his best to stay seating within his pink-haired boyfriend’s cunt, he leaned Jimin onto his back against the bed and hovered over him all the while.
“You’re alright?” He wondered aloud, stroking a hand along the younger’s cheek as he searched for any discomfort he might have missed. The younger let out a shaky breath, his hips wanting to find that rhythm again that Yoongi had been giving him. A hearty whine escaped Jimin then since Yoongi had not yet begun moving again. His cock was throbbing perhaps just as badly as Jimin’s soaked cunt that greedily wanted to continue milking the elder till it gave him what he desired so greatly.
First, there was a nod, then a shuddering breath, and finally, Jimin spoke impatiently towards him. “Please move— Wanna come, Hyungie.” Yoongi gave him another kiss before replying.
“Hang on then,” He warned. The elder then gave Jimin harder yet firm thrusts, now choosing to only lean on one hand as he had brought the other down in between the younger’s spread thighs to rub and lightly pinch at his dusky pink clit. Surely, Jimin had been wanting this from him for some time at this point—they have been working on Jimin vocalizing what he wants in the bedroom more. Even though the younger’s confidence has grown significantly in the years Yoongi has known him, still there are moments where he doesn’t speak up about what he wants as if he believes Yoongi will just magically know. Yoongi is a fairly decent guesser, but he can’t be held accountable for Jimin’s disappointment if he won’t talk about what he wants at times. Yoongi has never been a mind reader, and so Jimin agreed he would work on vocalizing more when they’re in the throws of the bedroom.
It was at a particular tug on his clit between Yoongi’s index and middle finger that Jimin came, hard. The younger’s strong legs had wrapped themselves around the elder’s torso sometime before, but once Jimin’s orgasm began hitting him he locked his legs tighter and took his stroke game completely off balance. Yoongi made a sound of surprise as he fell on top of Jimin, his still-hard cock slipping out involuntarily in the process. He cursed as a few tears fell down Jimin’s face at the same moment.
“Hyung, no—” The younger whine, the sudden emptiness feeling a little like rejection so soon after his orgasm hit him.
With his eyes wide at Jimin’s reaction, he tried to call the younger down before reinserting himself. “Hey, hey. It’s okay. I’m here, Min-ah. Your legs are just so strong, baby.”
“You’re blaming me?!” Jimin almost wailed, his face turning red as he cried. Clearly, he’d dipped a little into a light subspace if his heightened emotions were anything to go by.
“No, no. There’s no blame for anything here.” He gave Jimin’s forehead a kiss. “You want Daddy’s cock back inside, huh?” All he got was a desperate-looking nod from his boyfriend, and that was all the confirmation he needed that Jimin had dipped into subspace. That’s the only time he was ever this desperate for dick.
There was a soft murmur of please as Yoongi slid his soaked cock back inside Jimin’s pussy. There was occasional clenching still, but Yoongi had missed the majority of the younger’s orgasm, unfortunately, which he knew would leave Jimin disappointed.
Yoongi readjusted himself atop the younger, who enjoyed the feeling of his body weight after orgasm, yet Yoongi didn’t want to crush him. He gave Jimin a few more minutes of recovery time, kissing different places across his face softly as he also wiped away tears. Still, the elder had yet to come himself, but he could wait. He’s a patient guy after all.
Jimin’s crying abated with time, and as he looked at Yoongi finally, his eyes focused again, he spoke. “Want you to cream me, Daddy.” He looked so fucked out as Yoongi caressed his cheek. The elder was so in love with him, with every facet of him. Yoongi couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face at the omission.
“You’re certain?” He asked, always concerned over consent and not pushing Jimin to his limits without explicit permission beforehand. After all, this wasn’t originally supposed to be a scene for them. A tiny, yet clear Yes escaped from between Jimin’s wet lips, followed by a hip gyration of encouragement. “Alright then, little one. Daddy will make you nice and creamy, just hold on.”
Once again, he was readjusting his positioning above the younger. Jimin no longer had his legs wrapped around Yoongi’s hips, instead, they were simply laying spread apart which he noticed.
“Darling, can you hold your legs against your chest for me?” He petted the younger’s stomach as he asked sweetly, but Jimin huffed at him with a pout. He tried again. “Can you hold your legs against your chest for Daddy, please?” He found a shy smile on Jimin’s face as he obliged Yoongi’s request. He watched Jimin bite his bottom lip and bend his legs at the waist, holding them back against his chest as his shy smile turned into a sly one now that he was fully exposed to his hyung. Two can play at that game, Yoongi thought to himself.
Without saying anything, he slammed home. Jimin moaned loudly. He loved fucking after the first orgasm the best since it left his vagina more relaxed and more sensitive to boot. Yoongi created a faster, more brutal pace as he fucked his darling into the mattress. He kept himself upright with both hands, no longer touching Jimin anywhere, just focusing on getting off at this point—in a respectful way, of course since they’d done it this way before.
“Daddy,” Jimin mewled out while still holding himself like the good boy he is. “Cream, please,” Yoongi grunted. His balls slapped against Jimin with a slick sound repeatedly as the younger pleaded with him.
“Fuck— Fuck.” The elder ground out from between his teeth. He slowed for a moment, feeling his lower abdomen tighten in that tell-tale way. “Christ,” He murmured while still moving his hips more purposefully now, slower. He grabbed Jimin’s hips, feeling himself finally hit that crest of pleasure. A low, throaty moan escaped him as he continued to slide in and out of his boyfriend’s cunt. Jimin could feel Yoongi filling him up with his cum; he adored feeling full like this, feeling a bit used. Yoongi gave him what he wanted seemingly always. He just couldn’t say no to Jimin. Never to Jimin.
“’ C’mere,” Yoongi muttered to Jimin. He leaned back down and tried his best to slide them onto their sides again as he took respite after orgasm. Jimin let his left leg down to rest over the elder’s hip while the other one stayed bent between them for the moment as Yoongi cooled down. He felt Jimin rub his nose against his own, which made him crack a smile. Eventually, he opened his eyes again to see Jimin giving him that love-sick look he’d seen before.
Yoongi kissed him on the nose the next chance he got, probably giving Jimin the same love-sick expression as he had only a moment ago.