hard and soft (drabble)
hard and soft
bangtan boys, suga/jimin
nc-17, 883w
The springs in the couch creaked and for a second Yoongi thought that maybe, maybe, this wasn't such a good idea. Then Jimin giggled breathlessly and wriggled a little against how Yoongi had him pinned down and he banished the thought.
"Keep still, damn it," Yoongi grunted and finished yanking Jimin's t-shirt up and over his head. The kid whined like it was some kind of hassle but the way he tossed the shirt clear across the room said otherwise. Yoongi quieted any potential replies with a kiss, sucking on Jimin's lower lip until Jimin's hands were wandering restlessly up Yoongi's back.
Despite Yoongi's order, Jimin never stopped moving, arms searching, chest nearly heaving because he wasn't used to kissing so much and even his hips shifting like he was back on stage, but this time moving to a completely erratic rhythm of his own. Jamming a knee between Jimin's legs proved a difficult task, but once he was able to grind down against Jimin properly the kid froze completely. The only exception was his hands, which gripped Yoongi's arms painfully but Yoongi kind of liked that, too. He hissed and sucked at the crook of Jimin's neck.
"Hyung," Jimin half-whined, half-moaned, and Yoongi clapped a hand over his mouth before moving on, licking along Jimin's collarbone and rubbing his free thumb against Jimin's nipple. The poor boy's body was rigid as a board, but he managed to keep at least somewhat quiet after Yoongi removed his hand. Yoongi glanced up to find Jimin biting his lower lip in the effort to do so and Yoongi's cock twitched at the sight.
Maybe Yoongi should have been going easier on the poor kid, but thinking properly when he had Jimin this flushed and perfect was impossible. Yoongi trailed open-mouthed kisses down Jimin's chest and nipped at his stomach. Months of schedules too busy to allow for the intense kind of exercise Jimin preferred meant his abs had smoothed over. Yoongi didn't mind, he actually like the softness. Jimin squirmed as Yoongi kissed the skin along Jimin's belt-line leisurely, like he had all the time in the world. Yoongi hooked his fingers in the elastic of Jimin's shorts and licked the new line of flesh the slight pull revealed.
Now Jimin's hands flew to his face to stifle another moan and also try, unsuccessfully, to hide. Yoongi flushed with pride and other things. Lots of other things, actually. He yanked Jimin's shorts down after giving his navel one last nip, then shifted back up to kiss Jimin again. As it turned out, kissing was a far more satisfying way of keeping Jimin quiet.
Jimin's body locked up again when Yoongi's hand wrapped around his cock. His hips didn't dare move as Yoongi slid his fingers along the hot flesh, trying to coax a reaction out of the boy. The kisses slowed and Jimin kept his eyes squeezed shut. As Yoongi fell into a steady rhythm, Jimin's hips rose to meet it with clear hesitation. Tiny moans escaped his lips only to be muffled by Yoongi's.
"Touch me, too," Yoongi breathed into Jimin's ear when he finally broke the kiss. Jimin gasped either for air or out of surprise but his hand moved to bump against Yoongi's, which was busy removing his own shorts and kicking them off the end of the couch. Yoongi inhaled deeply and couldn't help but smirk at Jimin's light, unsure touch. "Not like that," he grunted and squeezed Jimin lightly. "Don't be a baby." Jimin's eyes cracked open and met Yoongi's in a petulant glare, but his hold on Yoongi's dick tightened and he started to stroke with more confidence this time. "Such a good boy, Jiminnie." This time it was Jimin who squeezed and Yoongi grinned in appreciation.
No matter what, though, Yoongi was the more experienced of the two and with a few hard strokes Jimin was panting again. He tried to keep up with Yoongi's pace but bucked into Yoongi's hand every time Yoongi thumbed his head and he started muttering curses mixed with Yoongi hyung. It was music to Yoongi's ears, and even if he probably could have done a better job getting himself off on his own, Yoongi found it easy to get just as excited. Watching Jimin's reactions was enough, running his free hand along Jimin's damp skin was more than enough. He stroked Jimin until the kid's eyes fell closed again and he came, shuddering and pinned down onto the couch. Usually Yoongi would never tolerate being forgotten, but this time he gave Jimin a break and picked up where he left off, Jimin's cum slick against his hand and burying his face against Jimin's neck until he grunted and came against Jimin's stomach.
"Hyung," Jimin whined again and squirmed under Yoongi's weight. Yoongi groaned and shook his head against Jimin's shoulder.
"Gimme a fucking minute, damn," he muttered. He picked up his discarded shirt and wiped his hand and Jimin's stomach clean before tossing it away again.
Jimin shifted until he was presumably comfortable again. Yoongi watched Jimin's eyelashes as the kid breathed deeply, calming down bit by bit. "Next time can we use a bed?" he mumbled and turned to return Yoongi's stare.
Yoongi grinned. "Sure, we can steal Hoseok's bunk."
"Perfect."
1. I really need to learn how to not end porn with a stupid punchline.
2. Crossposted to AO3.
3. Ask me questions/make requests/prompt me!
bangtan boys, suga/jimin
nc-17, 883w
The springs in the couch creaked and for a second Yoongi thought that maybe, maybe, this wasn't such a good idea. Then Jimin giggled breathlessly and wriggled a little against how Yoongi had him pinned down and he banished the thought.
"Keep still, damn it," Yoongi grunted and finished yanking Jimin's t-shirt up and over his head. The kid whined like it was some kind of hassle but the way he tossed the shirt clear across the room said otherwise. Yoongi quieted any potential replies with a kiss, sucking on Jimin's lower lip until Jimin's hands were wandering restlessly up Yoongi's back.
Despite Yoongi's order, Jimin never stopped moving, arms searching, chest nearly heaving because he wasn't used to kissing so much and even his hips shifting like he was back on stage, but this time moving to a completely erratic rhythm of his own. Jamming a knee between Jimin's legs proved a difficult task, but once he was able to grind down against Jimin properly the kid froze completely. The only exception was his hands, which gripped Yoongi's arms painfully but Yoongi kind of liked that, too. He hissed and sucked at the crook of Jimin's neck.
"Hyung," Jimin half-whined, half-moaned, and Yoongi clapped a hand over his mouth before moving on, licking along Jimin's collarbone and rubbing his free thumb against Jimin's nipple. The poor boy's body was rigid as a board, but he managed to keep at least somewhat quiet after Yoongi removed his hand. Yoongi glanced up to find Jimin biting his lower lip in the effort to do so and Yoongi's cock twitched at the sight.
Maybe Yoongi should have been going easier on the poor kid, but thinking properly when he had Jimin this flushed and perfect was impossible. Yoongi trailed open-mouthed kisses down Jimin's chest and nipped at his stomach. Months of schedules too busy to allow for the intense kind of exercise Jimin preferred meant his abs had smoothed over. Yoongi didn't mind, he actually like the softness. Jimin squirmed as Yoongi kissed the skin along Jimin's belt-line leisurely, like he had all the time in the world. Yoongi hooked his fingers in the elastic of Jimin's shorts and licked the new line of flesh the slight pull revealed.
Now Jimin's hands flew to his face to stifle another moan and also try, unsuccessfully, to hide. Yoongi flushed with pride and other things. Lots of other things, actually. He yanked Jimin's shorts down after giving his navel one last nip, then shifted back up to kiss Jimin again. As it turned out, kissing was a far more satisfying way of keeping Jimin quiet.
Jimin's body locked up again when Yoongi's hand wrapped around his cock. His hips didn't dare move as Yoongi slid his fingers along the hot flesh, trying to coax a reaction out of the boy. The kisses slowed and Jimin kept his eyes squeezed shut. As Yoongi fell into a steady rhythm, Jimin's hips rose to meet it with clear hesitation. Tiny moans escaped his lips only to be muffled by Yoongi's.
"Touch me, too," Yoongi breathed into Jimin's ear when he finally broke the kiss. Jimin gasped either for air or out of surprise but his hand moved to bump against Yoongi's, which was busy removing his own shorts and kicking them off the end of the couch. Yoongi inhaled deeply and couldn't help but smirk at Jimin's light, unsure touch. "Not like that," he grunted and squeezed Jimin lightly. "Don't be a baby." Jimin's eyes cracked open and met Yoongi's in a petulant glare, but his hold on Yoongi's dick tightened and he started to stroke with more confidence this time. "Such a good boy, Jiminnie." This time it was Jimin who squeezed and Yoongi grinned in appreciation.
No matter what, though, Yoongi was the more experienced of the two and with a few hard strokes Jimin was panting again. He tried to keep up with Yoongi's pace but bucked into Yoongi's hand every time Yoongi thumbed his head and he started muttering curses mixed with Yoongi hyung. It was music to Yoongi's ears, and even if he probably could have done a better job getting himself off on his own, Yoongi found it easy to get just as excited. Watching Jimin's reactions was enough, running his free hand along Jimin's damp skin was more than enough. He stroked Jimin until the kid's eyes fell closed again and he came, shuddering and pinned down onto the couch. Usually Yoongi would never tolerate being forgotten, but this time he gave Jimin a break and picked up where he left off, Jimin's cum slick against his hand and burying his face against Jimin's neck until he grunted and came against Jimin's stomach.
"Hyung," Jimin whined again and squirmed under Yoongi's weight. Yoongi groaned and shook his head against Jimin's shoulder.
"Gimme a fucking minute, damn," he muttered. He picked up his discarded shirt and wiped his hand and Jimin's stomach clean before tossing it away again.
Jimin shifted until he was presumably comfortable again. Yoongi watched Jimin's eyelashes as the kid breathed deeply, calming down bit by bit. "Next time can we use a bed?" he mumbled and turned to return Yoongi's stare.
Yoongi grinned. "Sure, we can steal Hoseok's bunk."
"Perfect."
1. I really need to learn how to not end porn with a stupid punchline.
2. Crossposted to AO3.
3. Ask me questions/make requests/prompt me!