Touch Of Sweetness
Touch Of Sweetness
Pairing: YoonMin
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Breath play
Summary: It all started with one touch. One touch that Jimin couldn't get out of his mind. It brought back so many feelings he had thought he had shoved down deep enough. Except, Yoongi was able to bring it all back with such a force that even Jimin wasn't able to deny what he truly wanted.
Note: This was a request, not something I ever thought I'd write but there it is. Hopefully, it was decent enough haha.
Today had been yet another day in the life of Bangtan. Jimin had grown used to their busy schedules by now. At the cusp of not being rookies any longer, the pressure was ever growing yet relaxing as well. It was a tight rope to walk. However, the thing that was bother Jimin most right now had absolutely nothing to do with the hip hop group that he poured his heart, soul and sweat into. No, it was instead something that his hyung had done. They all goofed off and played aegyo wars to see who would get the most reaction from the fans then brag about it later. Always in good fun. It was forgotten not too much later when they were stuffing their faces in whatever happened to be the choice for dinner that night.
Jimin couldn’t focus though. He was picking at his food and if the other members hadn’t been so busy scarfing down every bit of food in sight they might have noticed. Well, Seokjin hyung noticed. He nudged Jimin’s arm and pointed with his chopsticks at Jimin’s barely touched plate. Jimin just shrugged and urged Jin to eat, their silent communication being perfect to not alert anyone else. Seokjin knew how it was to be in a mood and not want to worry others because it truly wasn’t anything much. You know, just having one of those off moods. Seokjin nodded and went back to eating and talking with the others when they actually came up for air.
Once back to the dorm, Jungkook headed straight for the shower cutting off Yoongi and slamming the door in his face. Jimin could hear banging on the bathroom door met with laughter and Jungkook using that smart tongue of his to apologize in the most sincere way that he was beyond being sarcastic. However, Yoongi gave some idle threats before a hurumph with a kick to the door before finally walking away.
The Golden Maknae never seemed to fail even with no shit, Yoongi to sweet talk his way out of everything. If you could even call that sweet talking. Really, that boy was just a cheeky brat. Especially to Jimin. It still annoyed him to no end that Jungkook wouldn’t treat him like the hyung he is half the time. Just because the kid was taller by a tiny bit didn’t mean that it made him older. Trying to convince Jungkook of that though was like trying to teach a penguin to fly. Not going to happen, partly because it was too easy to find his ‘hyung’ so cute and partly because Jungkook was a damn cheeky brat and always would be.
Namjoon was for some reason back in the kitchen, even though they had just ate. Sometimes Jimin really didn’t understand where he was able to pack it away. Sure they were all still growing but damn, Namjoon could eat sometimes. Taehyung was following Namjoon telling him random facts about each and every food he pulled out to contemplate eating. That kid, he was talented and had a good heart but damn was he weird sometimes. Every now and then you just had to walk away shaking your head. They all did it but Taehyung never seemed to mind.
Seokjin had plopped down on the couch and was watching television. He saw Jimin and asked him if he wanted to watch a movie together. Thinking about it for half a second, Jimin shook his head. “Not tonight hyung. I’m a bit tired.” Seokjin just nodded and went back to focusing on the tv screen with Hoseok. Walking to his bedroom, Jimin stripped off his shirt and sat down on his bed. He hadn’t bothered turning on the light. He wasn’t opposed to sitting in the dark. It was comforting. Propping up his pillows better, he sat with his knees bent, head leaning back on the headrest, eyes closed.
Immediately, what happened earlier that day replayed in his mind. They were at the fansign, Jimin working the aegyo and pestering Yoongi at the same time. He really wanted to win today, that competitiveness was strong through his veins. He knew one of the best ways to do so was to play the pairing factor that for some reason the fan girls liked. He honestly couldn’t understand just what it was that they saw in it. Either way though, it benefited them quite nicely whenever they felt like competing against each other.
Yoongi had gotten better with his aegyo and often did cute things, throwing hearts, pointing at the fans almost as if he was singling one out but each one thought they were the specific person he was pointing at. It made them squeal but even Yoongi had his limits and that was when his members tried to act all cutesy with him. Each touch was one step closer to waking the bear. Jimin knew he was getting closer, he’d get these side glances, that appeared gentle on the outside but he knew better. Yoongi didn’t like to be touched unless he engaged it or he okay’d it and neither one had been on Yoongi’s terms today. He tolerated some here and there mainly because they were in the public eye and sometimes he just really didn’t mind it. Well, a tiny bit. Today had not been one of those days. The thing about Yoongi with the fans was that even when the bear woke, he could play it off in such a way that they didn’t even notice.
They had been making their way to their exit, back behind the curtains. Right before they made it, Jimin’s leaning next to Yoongi’s ear and making him complete the heart that Jimin held up was the last straw. In two seconds flat, there was a hand gripping the back of his neck firmly. His fingertips were ever so slightly pressing into his skin without appearing so to the public. While one long thin finger pressing painfully underneath his chin. Only to dig in further as Jimin took another step back, mostly hidden by the curtain and Yoongi stepping even closer, invading his personal space with that smirk.
That smirk, that held a joyous glint in his eyes. Why was it joyous? Because he was enjoying every minute of appearing to be playfully grumpy in front of the public while knowing the one receiving his treatment knew it was the complete opposite. He enjoyed the way, Jimin gulped yet controlled his expression to give these smoldering eyes that only made the fans squeal even more.
The older one licked his lips slowly, his eyes never leaving Jimin’s, his fingers pressing into the smooth skin in such a way that Jimin was beginning to wonder how long there would be red marks on his neck. He knew no bruises would be left. Yoongi knew better than to do that, knew the limits and most of all he never intended to hurt them. They all were aware of this even if it didn’t help them get rid of that little bit of nervousness when you poked the bear.
Their moment only lasted a number of seconds but it felt much too long and much too short to Jimin. The next moment Yoongi was laughing next to him, waved to the fans and walked fully behind the curtain. Smiling at them all one last time, Jimin opened his eyes and sat all the way it. His hand went to the back of his neck and he rubbed it, like he had been doing all day. Each time he did, it almost felt like he could feel the heat of those fingers against his skin, the tightness in his neck, even the pressure. Jimin wanted it.
He wanted to feel, his hyungs fingers around his neck once more. There was something in his touch and the way the other was gazing at him sent a warmth pooling in the pit of his stomach. The more he thought about it the deeper that warmth went until finally, Jimin was shaking his head at his own thoughts. He rubbed his hands over his face, leaning over his legs that he splayed out to each side. Completely wrapped up in his mind, Jimin didn’t the shuffling feet over the carpet. It wasn’t until a hand was at the back of his neck, and a deep voice in his ear that his shot up, eyes wide, legs closing shut.
“Jiminie, what are you doing in the dark if you aren’t sleeping?” Yoongi was asking, as he had been walking past and wasn’t sure if he truly was seeing a figure up in bed or if it was just the dark playing tricks on him. Jimin shifted uncomfortably, the other’s voice had went straight to a region that had already been awakening much to Jimin’s surprise. The fact that he was getting turned on just by thinking of those things, blew his mind on all sorts of levels. Not because he hadn’t thought of it before, because if Jimin was being honest with himself he had but because it was Yoongi.
This wasn’t something that he brought up lightly, and often he felt most would just call him a freak or laugh it off as some silly joke that he had said. Neither he felt were true of himself. However, Min Yoongi, Suga, his hyung aroused him in such a way it had been pretty tortuous dealing with for the rest of the day. He had thought things would get better. Instead, his hyung had his hot breath against his skin paired with those fingers that Jimin had only noticed all night how long they really were, against his neck. He bit his lip, trying not to let his mind wander back to that dark place it just was moments ago. He wanted it though, he wanted it so much more than he had ever wanted to do this with anyone before.
There had never truly been someone he had in mind, to have them put their hand around his neck, firmly pressing into his skin, slowly cutting off his air supply that as odd as it may sound to others bring about a type of euphoria he could never quite put into words.
A chill of anticipation ran down his spine and Jimin could feel a bit of dampness in his shorts now. Pre-cum already? He seriously needed to stop his mind from whirling. He needed Yoongi to stop touching him, to stop breathing ever so slightly against him, to stop talking. Fuck, this wasn’t helping either. Somehow he kept slipping back into a place he shouldn’t be imagining at all. Grabbing the sheet he threw it over himself, stretching out on his side, elbow propping himself up.
“What are you doing here hyung?” This wasn’t his room, he shared it with Seokjin. So the pit stop didn’t really make any sense unless the elder wanted something. Yoongi grinned sheepishly and took a seat on the bed. “I was going to steal some of your blankets.” This made Jimin laugh, well he couldn’t blame the guy, his room was pretty cold. A soft smile spread across Yoongi’s pink lips and Jimin’s laughter died in his throat. He coughed awkwardly and looked away. Every which way he turned that hormone raging body of his was finding every way to bring him right back to what the lower half of him was twitching for.
He let out a frustrated sigh, that he had thought was so quiet only he could hear. Wrong. Fingers were gripping his chin and turning him back to meet Yoongi’s serious, concerned face. “You okay, Jimin-ah? You been off since we left the fansign.” His eyes widened, honestly surprised. He hadn’t thought that the other had been paying attention. Shifting his eyes downward, he kept quiet. A part of him wanted to tell Yoongi what he was currently struggling with but a bigger part of him couldn’t. His mouth felt like it had cotton in it.
“I’ll listen whenever you want me to. You know that right?” He nodded his head slightly, not trusting himself to speak if he even could. He wasn’t really sure of either one right now. Yoongi nodded, releasing his chin only to ruffle that black mess of hair with a chuckle. “I guess I won’t be able to sneak any blankets from you tonight.” Standing up, Yoongi turned to leave. In a split second, all action no thinking, Jimin’s clammy hand wrapped around his hung’s wrist. The other looked back, an eyebrow raised in a silent question.
The silence stretched between the two in the darkness. Finally, Jimin let his hand slip off of the wrist he was holding captive and clutch at his sheets. This was much harder than he felt it should be. Out of all of the members, he felt like he could trust the one in front of him the most. There was just a connection he could never deny even if to outsiders it didn’t seem present. Maybe it was just him reading into things but right now, in this moment he could feel it even stronger than before.
Yoongi sat back down on the bed and waited patiently. He didn’t want to scare Jimin away and Jimin appreciated it. Trying to give himself a mental prep talk, you know, be a man and all the silence broke before he could finish. “Whatever it is Jimin-ah, I’m here.” Those words, as simple as they were stirred something in Jimin. He sat up and could feel that cotton in his mouth dissipating. “H-hyung?” Yoongi didn’t say anything but just waited, eyes never leaving his group mates in front of him.
Forcing his fingers to relax, he smoothed out the sheet instead, “If I ask you..tell you I need something, uh,” he licked his dry lips, “will you do it without asking questions?” This hadn’t been what Yoongi had been expecting but not one bit of surprise showed on his face, it stayed neutral and just as warm as he was moments before he tried to leave. He spoke slowly, and this drove Jimin crazy. “If you need it then yes I will.” When had the pounding in his heart increased so much, the clamminess of his hands spreading to his neck as well? Right, when his hyung spoke in that deep voice of his telling him yes. He told him yes. Jimin was having a hard time believing this.
“No questions?” he stressed.
“No questions.” Came the firm reply.
Once again, Jimin’s mind was running like a hamster on a wheel. He needed to calm down but he could almost taste the satisfaction he had been yearning for, for much too long. It was right within his grasp and he didn’t want to miss it. Taking a deep breath, he glanced at the door and saw it was still open. “Can you, uh, lock the door?” Without a word, Yoongi did as he was asked, returning to Jimin’s side, sliding his hand over the clammy one that was still fidgeting with the bed sheets. It helped him to relax a little more, which had been the intent. “Alright, tell me what I’m getting myself into?”
It was a serious question but Jimin couldn’t help but laugh quietly to himself. Just like Yoongi hyung, cutting right to the chase. No bullshit. It was one of the things he had always admired him for. It wasn’t something he had been able to master but sometimes he strived for. As much as he wanted to ramble on and beat around the bush, maybe warm up to things he knew this wouldn’t fly with his hyung so he didn’t bother. Jimin took in a breath and then spilled it out all in that one breath,
“I want to fell your hand around my neck again.” He was looking directly into the others eyes. He realized, he wasn’t very clear. It sounded better in his head than aloud. Yoongi licked his lips slowly and mulled over the words that he had just heard. Running them through his head, Jimin could tell he was thinking and kept quiet as he grew more turned on. Instead of answering, the hand over Jimin’s removed itself and was placed lightly, against his neck, thumb rubbing gently back and forth.
Jimin could feel himself grow harder as the light sensation of Yoongi’s slightly callused thumb brushed against his skin only teased him. He wanted so much more than that but this was a start. “Is that all, Jimin-ah?” He leaned into the touch and brought his own hand up covering Yoongi’s, pressing it more firmly against his neck. Letting out a shaky breath, he said, “N-no, hyung.” The dark eyes staring into his, he could feel their intensity, he wanted answers and he wanted them now. “Speak.” It was demanding but still held that familiar warmth, he never had to question with the man.
“I want you to choke me.” He said barely above a whisper, but it being so quiet in the room, Yoongi heard him clearly and nodded. Somehow, he was still surprised. Was this really going to happen? Taking his hand back, Yoongi, took off his shirt and tossed it to the floor before returning to his group mate and crawling on top of him. “Really?” The question was out before he could stop himself and there was that eyebrow raising again, except this time he was getting that expression that said ‘What are you stupid?’.
“I said I would.” He shrugged, as his hand slid over the bulge in Jimin’s shorts. The sudden friction made Jimin suck in a breath as his eyes never left his hyung. Yoongi shrugged, “It’s not something I’m completely unfamiliar with.“ his hand palmed him through his shorts and a deep chuckle filled the air. “You really do want to feel my fingers around your throat don’t you Jiminie.” To be honest, Jimin really liked it when Yoongi called him by that pet name. There was just something in the way it rolled off his tongue that made him smile every time he heard it. “Mm, yes hyung.” He let his eyes slide closed, as Yoongi began dusting kisses along the abs he had become famous for having. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”
His mouth seemed to have a mind of it’s own, now that the other knew exactly what he wanted it didn’t seem to matter what secrets he spilled. A finger pressed against his lips, the hint was heard loud and clear. Jimin was talking too much. “Take off your shorts. “ Somehow he had expected this. Why would Yoongi bother? He was already doing so much as it was. Though, truly the older man just enjoyed taking control like this. Doing as he was told as fast as he could, he flung the shorts with his boxer briefs off the bed.
“I didn’t say the briefs, impatient Jiminie.” His ears turned red at the embarrassment of moving too fast. A hand cupped his face, thumb sliding over his bottom lip, “It’s fine.” lips pressed against his, taking Jimin’s bottom lip into his mouth, sucking on it before pushing his tongue into his mouth and kissing him deeply. Before pulling away Yoongi nipped his lip hard while rolling his hips against the others. A louder than anticipated moan came from Jimin’s lips and hot moist breath was immediately against ear hissing at him to be quiet. The others were all watching a movie or sleeping but that didn’t mean they could be loud.
Jimin nodded as Yoongi attacked his neck and not gently either while rolling those damn hips of his again and again. He tried to hold back his moans, whimpering instead. Tangling his hands in Yoongi’s hair, he yanked on it. A low growl broke across the darkness, eyes piercing his for no more than a second and their teeth were clashing once again, not caring about the sloppiness of it, getting lost in the feeling had long sense taken over any need to show any type of expertise from either one. As Yoongi’s fingers found Jimin’s nipple, took a sharp intake of breath before biting down hard on the other’s lip.
“Fuck, Jimin.” Yoongi said clearly in pain but laced with pleasure, his voice husky. “Sorry, they’re sensitive.” Tweaking a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, Jimin let out a breathy moan, “Hyuungg.” He whined, but Yoongi didn’t care. He had done it on purpose and would do it again. Flicking his tongue over it once, twice, he enjoyed the mewls that Jimin would make. Sensitivity, noted.
Putting two hands on Jimin’s hips, he pulled him down so he would be lying flat once again. He placed two fingers at his lips and Jimin opened his mouth, wetting them amply. Bending his knees, Yoongi placed one against his hole and slowly pressed it in meeting clenching resistance. “Relax.” he said soothingly, he pulled back and slid in his other finger. This time, he did relax more and soon Yoongi’s fingers had found a motion that had Jimin rocking his hips too. He wanted to feel him deeper inside him but Yoongi was holding back.
Openly whining wasn’t something that Jimin had thought he’d ever do for anyone but that was exactly what Yoongi was making him do. “Yoongi, more.” His hips continued to rock in a vain attempt to get what his body was aching for. Yoongi shook his head, “Not yet.” This only frustrated him to no end. He let Yoongi tease him for a few more painstakingly slow finger thrusts, before his hand was fisted in his hair again yanking it back. “I want you to do it, right now.” He growled. Licking his lips, Yoongi couldn’t deny that, that went right to his dick. Ignoring, Jimin though, he pulled the hand out of his hair and began running his fingers along Jimin’s neck. He touched just about every inch of it and the whimpers that Jimin let out were beautiful.
“I determine that, Jiminie.” He said softly against the younger man’s ear, planting a kiss against it. Settling his fingers around Jimin’s throat, he pressed his fingers into the soft delicate skin gently yet firmly. Jimin arched his back as a shiver ran down his spine. He had been waiting for this, for so, so long. Not just throughout the intimate moments they were sharing, nor all day but for weeks, months. “Harder.” He urged, Yoongi was teasing they both knew it. It was what he enjoyed the most. Teasing, teasing and more teasing until the other couldn’t take it anymore. This time though, Yoongi obliged at the same time that she finally shoved his fingers fully into Jimin. The sensation of having his air supply cut off while, those long, long fingers were filling him up was unlike any other he had ever felt.
The whole time, Yoongi’s fingers pressed deeper against his throat, causing Jimin’s beautiful gasps while his body tensed, hands clutching the sheets tightly, his eyes fluttering closed as the haziness settle in over his mind, the pain turning into that sweet, sweet euphoria he couldn’t get from anything else. All the while, Yoongi was working his fingers hard and fast brushing over and over against that spot bringing him such pleasure that he was ready to spill over right then and there.
It sounded vaguely like Jimin was saying a choked more and Yoongi pressed just a hair tighter, while stroking his sweet spot, three more times. He released his grip on Jimin’s throat at the same time that he was coming in long streams all over his chest. Yoongi, pulled his fingers out, while Jimin was coming down from his high, sucking in air and somehow still whining at the loss of Yoongi’s fingers. All ten of his fingers. That man had the most amazing fingers he had ever come across and Jimin didn’t think that he would ever see any as gorgeous as them. His eyes fluttered open to see a pair staring at him, looking exactly the same as they did before he knew any of Jimin’s dark secrets.
His limbs were tingling just as much from what he made Yoongi do to him as from what Yoongi enjoyed doing to him. Jimin of course wouldn’t realize that his hyung had rather enjoyed every aspect of it. A pair of lips brushed his only to scold him immediately after. “You were still too loud.” Jimin blushed, he had forgotten much too quickly after the first warning to be quiet but Yoongi hadn’t said anything to him so he had figured it’d would be okay.
Getting up off the bed, Yoongi walked over to the dresser and pulled out a couple of tissues, coming back to clean Jimin up. It was only then that it hit him, this whole time he didn’t do a single thing for his hyung. He hand shakily reached for Yoongi, only to get smacked away. He frowned, almost feeling as if he wasn’t good enough to return the favor. It was more than a favor though. Jimin wanted to do it, he wanted to bring the same amount of pleasure that he had just received. Yoongi looked at him with those same warm eyes though, “Tonight was about you, Jiminie. I’m fine.”
The blush that crept up his cheeks, he was sure that Yoongi could see it even in this darkness, that’s how deep it was. “B-but” A firm hand cupped his chin, “No, buts.” He said without room for discussion. Tossed the tissues in the small waste bin nearby, Yoongi ran a finger over the marks that were already forming under Jimin’s skin. A chill ran down his spine, a smile at Jimin’s lips. That was until he noticed Yoongi was smirking devilishly, “Anyways, I expect you to repay me tenfold.” He stood up and walked to the door, unlocking it. “Get cleaned up, if you don’t want Seokjin to know anymore than he already will.
The room reeked of sweat and sex, Seokjin wasn’t an idiot. Even if he wouldn’t know the full extent of their activities he would figure out enough. Yoongi walked out but stuck his head back in, that smirk still on his lips, “I’ll come collecting later, Jimin-ah. Be ready, you’ll need a lot more stamina than tonight.” The door clicked closed quietly and a breath was let out that he didn’t even know he had been holding in. Did Jimin mention, that sometimes Min Yoongi could be scary as hell? Even so, he was shivering from excitement.
Pairing: YoonMin
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Breath play
Summary: It all started with one touch. One touch that Jimin couldn't get out of his mind. It brought back so many feelings he had thought he had shoved down deep enough. Except, Yoongi was able to bring it all back with such a force that even Jimin wasn't able to deny what he truly wanted.
Note: This was a request, not something I ever thought I'd write but there it is. Hopefully, it was decent enough haha.
Today had been yet another day in the life of Bangtan. Jimin had grown used to their busy schedules by now. At the cusp of not being rookies any longer, the pressure was ever growing yet relaxing as well. It was a tight rope to walk. However, the thing that was bother Jimin most right now had absolutely nothing to do with the hip hop group that he poured his heart, soul and sweat into. No, it was instead something that his hyung had done. They all goofed off and played aegyo wars to see who would get the most reaction from the fans then brag about it later. Always in good fun. It was forgotten not too much later when they were stuffing their faces in whatever happened to be the choice for dinner that night.
Jimin couldn’t focus though. He was picking at his food and if the other members hadn’t been so busy scarfing down every bit of food in sight they might have noticed. Well, Seokjin hyung noticed. He nudged Jimin’s arm and pointed with his chopsticks at Jimin’s barely touched plate. Jimin just shrugged and urged Jin to eat, their silent communication being perfect to not alert anyone else. Seokjin knew how it was to be in a mood and not want to worry others because it truly wasn’t anything much. You know, just having one of those off moods. Seokjin nodded and went back to eating and talking with the others when they actually came up for air.
Once back to the dorm, Jungkook headed straight for the shower cutting off Yoongi and slamming the door in his face. Jimin could hear banging on the bathroom door met with laughter and Jungkook using that smart tongue of his to apologize in the most sincere way that he was beyond being sarcastic. However, Yoongi gave some idle threats before a hurumph with a kick to the door before finally walking away.
The Golden Maknae never seemed to fail even with no shit, Yoongi to sweet talk his way out of everything. If you could even call that sweet talking. Really, that boy was just a cheeky brat. Especially to Jimin. It still annoyed him to no end that Jungkook wouldn’t treat him like the hyung he is half the time. Just because the kid was taller by a tiny bit didn’t mean that it made him older. Trying to convince Jungkook of that though was like trying to teach a penguin to fly. Not going to happen, partly because it was too easy to find his ‘hyung’ so cute and partly because Jungkook was a damn cheeky brat and always would be.
Namjoon was for some reason back in the kitchen, even though they had just ate. Sometimes Jimin really didn’t understand where he was able to pack it away. Sure they were all still growing but damn, Namjoon could eat sometimes. Taehyung was following Namjoon telling him random facts about each and every food he pulled out to contemplate eating. That kid, he was talented and had a good heart but damn was he weird sometimes. Every now and then you just had to walk away shaking your head. They all did it but Taehyung never seemed to mind.
Seokjin had plopped down on the couch and was watching television. He saw Jimin and asked him if he wanted to watch a movie together. Thinking about it for half a second, Jimin shook his head. “Not tonight hyung. I’m a bit tired.” Seokjin just nodded and went back to focusing on the tv screen with Hoseok. Walking to his bedroom, Jimin stripped off his shirt and sat down on his bed. He hadn’t bothered turning on the light. He wasn’t opposed to sitting in the dark. It was comforting. Propping up his pillows better, he sat with his knees bent, head leaning back on the headrest, eyes closed.
Immediately, what happened earlier that day replayed in his mind. They were at the fansign, Jimin working the aegyo and pestering Yoongi at the same time. He really wanted to win today, that competitiveness was strong through his veins. He knew one of the best ways to do so was to play the pairing factor that for some reason the fan girls liked. He honestly couldn’t understand just what it was that they saw in it. Either way though, it benefited them quite nicely whenever they felt like competing against each other.
Yoongi had gotten better with his aegyo and often did cute things, throwing hearts, pointing at the fans almost as if he was singling one out but each one thought they were the specific person he was pointing at. It made them squeal but even Yoongi had his limits and that was when his members tried to act all cutesy with him. Each touch was one step closer to waking the bear. Jimin knew he was getting closer, he’d get these side glances, that appeared gentle on the outside but he knew better. Yoongi didn’t like to be touched unless he engaged it or he okay’d it and neither one had been on Yoongi’s terms today. He tolerated some here and there mainly because they were in the public eye and sometimes he just really didn’t mind it. Well, a tiny bit. Today had not been one of those days. The thing about Yoongi with the fans was that even when the bear woke, he could play it off in such a way that they didn’t even notice.
They had been making their way to their exit, back behind the curtains. Right before they made it, Jimin’s leaning next to Yoongi’s ear and making him complete the heart that Jimin held up was the last straw. In two seconds flat, there was a hand gripping the back of his neck firmly. His fingertips were ever so slightly pressing into his skin without appearing so to the public. While one long thin finger pressing painfully underneath his chin. Only to dig in further as Jimin took another step back, mostly hidden by the curtain and Yoongi stepping even closer, invading his personal space with that smirk.
That smirk, that held a joyous glint in his eyes. Why was it joyous? Because he was enjoying every minute of appearing to be playfully grumpy in front of the public while knowing the one receiving his treatment knew it was the complete opposite. He enjoyed the way, Jimin gulped yet controlled his expression to give these smoldering eyes that only made the fans squeal even more.
The older one licked his lips slowly, his eyes never leaving Jimin’s, his fingers pressing into the smooth skin in such a way that Jimin was beginning to wonder how long there would be red marks on his neck. He knew no bruises would be left. Yoongi knew better than to do that, knew the limits and most of all he never intended to hurt them. They all were aware of this even if it didn’t help them get rid of that little bit of nervousness when you poked the bear.
Their moment only lasted a number of seconds but it felt much too long and much too short to Jimin. The next moment Yoongi was laughing next to him, waved to the fans and walked fully behind the curtain. Smiling at them all one last time, Jimin opened his eyes and sat all the way it. His hand went to the back of his neck and he rubbed it, like he had been doing all day. Each time he did, it almost felt like he could feel the heat of those fingers against his skin, the tightness in his neck, even the pressure. Jimin wanted it.
He wanted to feel, his hyungs fingers around his neck once more. There was something in his touch and the way the other was gazing at him sent a warmth pooling in the pit of his stomach. The more he thought about it the deeper that warmth went until finally, Jimin was shaking his head at his own thoughts. He rubbed his hands over his face, leaning over his legs that he splayed out to each side. Completely wrapped up in his mind, Jimin didn’t the shuffling feet over the carpet. It wasn’t until a hand was at the back of his neck, and a deep voice in his ear that his shot up, eyes wide, legs closing shut.
“Jiminie, what are you doing in the dark if you aren’t sleeping?” Yoongi was asking, as he had been walking past and wasn’t sure if he truly was seeing a figure up in bed or if it was just the dark playing tricks on him. Jimin shifted uncomfortably, the other’s voice had went straight to a region that had already been awakening much to Jimin’s surprise. The fact that he was getting turned on just by thinking of those things, blew his mind on all sorts of levels. Not because he hadn’t thought of it before, because if Jimin was being honest with himself he had but because it was Yoongi.
This wasn’t something that he brought up lightly, and often he felt most would just call him a freak or laugh it off as some silly joke that he had said. Neither he felt were true of himself. However, Min Yoongi, Suga, his hyung aroused him in such a way it had been pretty tortuous dealing with for the rest of the day. He had thought things would get better. Instead, his hyung had his hot breath against his skin paired with those fingers that Jimin had only noticed all night how long they really were, against his neck. He bit his lip, trying not to let his mind wander back to that dark place it just was moments ago. He wanted it though, he wanted it so much more than he had ever wanted to do this with anyone before.
There had never truly been someone he had in mind, to have them put their hand around his neck, firmly pressing into his skin, slowly cutting off his air supply that as odd as it may sound to others bring about a type of euphoria he could never quite put into words.
A chill of anticipation ran down his spine and Jimin could feel a bit of dampness in his shorts now. Pre-cum already? He seriously needed to stop his mind from whirling. He needed Yoongi to stop touching him, to stop breathing ever so slightly against him, to stop talking. Fuck, this wasn’t helping either. Somehow he kept slipping back into a place he shouldn’t be imagining at all. Grabbing the sheet he threw it over himself, stretching out on his side, elbow propping himself up.
“What are you doing here hyung?” This wasn’t his room, he shared it with Seokjin. So the pit stop didn’t really make any sense unless the elder wanted something. Yoongi grinned sheepishly and took a seat on the bed. “I was going to steal some of your blankets.” This made Jimin laugh, well he couldn’t blame the guy, his room was pretty cold. A soft smile spread across Yoongi’s pink lips and Jimin’s laughter died in his throat. He coughed awkwardly and looked away. Every which way he turned that hormone raging body of his was finding every way to bring him right back to what the lower half of him was twitching for.
He let out a frustrated sigh, that he had thought was so quiet only he could hear. Wrong. Fingers were gripping his chin and turning him back to meet Yoongi’s serious, concerned face. “You okay, Jimin-ah? You been off since we left the fansign.” His eyes widened, honestly surprised. He hadn’t thought that the other had been paying attention. Shifting his eyes downward, he kept quiet. A part of him wanted to tell Yoongi what he was currently struggling with but a bigger part of him couldn’t. His mouth felt like it had cotton in it.
“I’ll listen whenever you want me to. You know that right?” He nodded his head slightly, not trusting himself to speak if he even could. He wasn’t really sure of either one right now. Yoongi nodded, releasing his chin only to ruffle that black mess of hair with a chuckle. “I guess I won’t be able to sneak any blankets from you tonight.” Standing up, Yoongi turned to leave. In a split second, all action no thinking, Jimin’s clammy hand wrapped around his hung’s wrist. The other looked back, an eyebrow raised in a silent question.
The silence stretched between the two in the darkness. Finally, Jimin let his hand slip off of the wrist he was holding captive and clutch at his sheets. This was much harder than he felt it should be. Out of all of the members, he felt like he could trust the one in front of him the most. There was just a connection he could never deny even if to outsiders it didn’t seem present. Maybe it was just him reading into things but right now, in this moment he could feel it even stronger than before.
Yoongi sat back down on the bed and waited patiently. He didn’t want to scare Jimin away and Jimin appreciated it. Trying to give himself a mental prep talk, you know, be a man and all the silence broke before he could finish. “Whatever it is Jimin-ah, I’m here.” Those words, as simple as they were stirred something in Jimin. He sat up and could feel that cotton in his mouth dissipating. “H-hyung?” Yoongi didn’t say anything but just waited, eyes never leaving his group mates in front of him.
Forcing his fingers to relax, he smoothed out the sheet instead, “If I ask you..tell you I need something, uh,” he licked his dry lips, “will you do it without asking questions?” This hadn’t been what Yoongi had been expecting but not one bit of surprise showed on his face, it stayed neutral and just as warm as he was moments before he tried to leave. He spoke slowly, and this drove Jimin crazy. “If you need it then yes I will.” When had the pounding in his heart increased so much, the clamminess of his hands spreading to his neck as well? Right, when his hyung spoke in that deep voice of his telling him yes. He told him yes. Jimin was having a hard time believing this.
“No questions?” he stressed.
“No questions.” Came the firm reply.
Once again, Jimin’s mind was running like a hamster on a wheel. He needed to calm down but he could almost taste the satisfaction he had been yearning for, for much too long. It was right within his grasp and he didn’t want to miss it. Taking a deep breath, he glanced at the door and saw it was still open. “Can you, uh, lock the door?” Without a word, Yoongi did as he was asked, returning to Jimin’s side, sliding his hand over the clammy one that was still fidgeting with the bed sheets. It helped him to relax a little more, which had been the intent. “Alright, tell me what I’m getting myself into?”
It was a serious question but Jimin couldn’t help but laugh quietly to himself. Just like Yoongi hyung, cutting right to the chase. No bullshit. It was one of the things he had always admired him for. It wasn’t something he had been able to master but sometimes he strived for. As much as he wanted to ramble on and beat around the bush, maybe warm up to things he knew this wouldn’t fly with his hyung so he didn’t bother. Jimin took in a breath and then spilled it out all in that one breath,
“I want to fell your hand around my neck again.” He was looking directly into the others eyes. He realized, he wasn’t very clear. It sounded better in his head than aloud. Yoongi licked his lips slowly and mulled over the words that he had just heard. Running them through his head, Jimin could tell he was thinking and kept quiet as he grew more turned on. Instead of answering, the hand over Jimin’s removed itself and was placed lightly, against his neck, thumb rubbing gently back and forth.
Jimin could feel himself grow harder as the light sensation of Yoongi’s slightly callused thumb brushed against his skin only teased him. He wanted so much more than that but this was a start. “Is that all, Jimin-ah?” He leaned into the touch and brought his own hand up covering Yoongi’s, pressing it more firmly against his neck. Letting out a shaky breath, he said, “N-no, hyung.” The dark eyes staring into his, he could feel their intensity, he wanted answers and he wanted them now. “Speak.” It was demanding but still held that familiar warmth, he never had to question with the man.
“I want you to choke me.” He said barely above a whisper, but it being so quiet in the room, Yoongi heard him clearly and nodded. Somehow, he was still surprised. Was this really going to happen? Taking his hand back, Yoongi, took off his shirt and tossed it to the floor before returning to his group mate and crawling on top of him. “Really?” The question was out before he could stop himself and there was that eyebrow raising again, except this time he was getting that expression that said ‘What are you stupid?’.
“I said I would.” He shrugged, as his hand slid over the bulge in Jimin’s shorts. The sudden friction made Jimin suck in a breath as his eyes never left his hyung. Yoongi shrugged, “It’s not something I’m completely unfamiliar with.“ his hand palmed him through his shorts and a deep chuckle filled the air. “You really do want to feel my fingers around your throat don’t you Jiminie.” To be honest, Jimin really liked it when Yoongi called him by that pet name. There was just something in the way it rolled off his tongue that made him smile every time he heard it. “Mm, yes hyung.” He let his eyes slide closed, as Yoongi began dusting kisses along the abs he had become famous for having. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”
His mouth seemed to have a mind of it’s own, now that the other knew exactly what he wanted it didn’t seem to matter what secrets he spilled. A finger pressed against his lips, the hint was heard loud and clear. Jimin was talking too much. “Take off your shorts. “ Somehow he had expected this. Why would Yoongi bother? He was already doing so much as it was. Though, truly the older man just enjoyed taking control like this. Doing as he was told as fast as he could, he flung the shorts with his boxer briefs off the bed.
“I didn’t say the briefs, impatient Jiminie.” His ears turned red at the embarrassment of moving too fast. A hand cupped his face, thumb sliding over his bottom lip, “It’s fine.” lips pressed against his, taking Jimin’s bottom lip into his mouth, sucking on it before pushing his tongue into his mouth and kissing him deeply. Before pulling away Yoongi nipped his lip hard while rolling his hips against the others. A louder than anticipated moan came from Jimin’s lips and hot moist breath was immediately against ear hissing at him to be quiet. The others were all watching a movie or sleeping but that didn’t mean they could be loud.
Jimin nodded as Yoongi attacked his neck and not gently either while rolling those damn hips of his again and again. He tried to hold back his moans, whimpering instead. Tangling his hands in Yoongi’s hair, he yanked on it. A low growl broke across the darkness, eyes piercing his for no more than a second and their teeth were clashing once again, not caring about the sloppiness of it, getting lost in the feeling had long sense taken over any need to show any type of expertise from either one. As Yoongi’s fingers found Jimin’s nipple, took a sharp intake of breath before biting down hard on the other’s lip.
“Fuck, Jimin.” Yoongi said clearly in pain but laced with pleasure, his voice husky. “Sorry, they’re sensitive.” Tweaking a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, Jimin let out a breathy moan, “Hyuungg.” He whined, but Yoongi didn’t care. He had done it on purpose and would do it again. Flicking his tongue over it once, twice, he enjoyed the mewls that Jimin would make. Sensitivity, noted.
Putting two hands on Jimin’s hips, he pulled him down so he would be lying flat once again. He placed two fingers at his lips and Jimin opened his mouth, wetting them amply. Bending his knees, Yoongi placed one against his hole and slowly pressed it in meeting clenching resistance. “Relax.” he said soothingly, he pulled back and slid in his other finger. This time, he did relax more and soon Yoongi’s fingers had found a motion that had Jimin rocking his hips too. He wanted to feel him deeper inside him but Yoongi was holding back.
Openly whining wasn’t something that Jimin had thought he’d ever do for anyone but that was exactly what Yoongi was making him do. “Yoongi, more.” His hips continued to rock in a vain attempt to get what his body was aching for. Yoongi shook his head, “Not yet.” This only frustrated him to no end. He let Yoongi tease him for a few more painstakingly slow finger thrusts, before his hand was fisted in his hair again yanking it back. “I want you to do it, right now.” He growled. Licking his lips, Yoongi couldn’t deny that, that went right to his dick. Ignoring, Jimin though, he pulled the hand out of his hair and began running his fingers along Jimin’s neck. He touched just about every inch of it and the whimpers that Jimin let out were beautiful.
“I determine that, Jiminie.” He said softly against the younger man’s ear, planting a kiss against it. Settling his fingers around Jimin’s throat, he pressed his fingers into the soft delicate skin gently yet firmly. Jimin arched his back as a shiver ran down his spine. He had been waiting for this, for so, so long. Not just throughout the intimate moments they were sharing, nor all day but for weeks, months. “Harder.” He urged, Yoongi was teasing they both knew it. It was what he enjoyed the most. Teasing, teasing and more teasing until the other couldn’t take it anymore. This time though, Yoongi obliged at the same time that she finally shoved his fingers fully into Jimin. The sensation of having his air supply cut off while, those long, long fingers were filling him up was unlike any other he had ever felt.
The whole time, Yoongi’s fingers pressed deeper against his throat, causing Jimin’s beautiful gasps while his body tensed, hands clutching the sheets tightly, his eyes fluttering closed as the haziness settle in over his mind, the pain turning into that sweet, sweet euphoria he couldn’t get from anything else. All the while, Yoongi was working his fingers hard and fast brushing over and over against that spot bringing him such pleasure that he was ready to spill over right then and there.
It sounded vaguely like Jimin was saying a choked more and Yoongi pressed just a hair tighter, while stroking his sweet spot, three more times. He released his grip on Jimin’s throat at the same time that he was coming in long streams all over his chest. Yoongi, pulled his fingers out, while Jimin was coming down from his high, sucking in air and somehow still whining at the loss of Yoongi’s fingers. All ten of his fingers. That man had the most amazing fingers he had ever come across and Jimin didn’t think that he would ever see any as gorgeous as them. His eyes fluttered open to see a pair staring at him, looking exactly the same as they did before he knew any of Jimin’s dark secrets.
His limbs were tingling just as much from what he made Yoongi do to him as from what Yoongi enjoyed doing to him. Jimin of course wouldn’t realize that his hyung had rather enjoyed every aspect of it. A pair of lips brushed his only to scold him immediately after. “You were still too loud.” Jimin blushed, he had forgotten much too quickly after the first warning to be quiet but Yoongi hadn’t said anything to him so he had figured it’d would be okay.
Getting up off the bed, Yoongi walked over to the dresser and pulled out a couple of tissues, coming back to clean Jimin up. It was only then that it hit him, this whole time he didn’t do a single thing for his hyung. He hand shakily reached for Yoongi, only to get smacked away. He frowned, almost feeling as if he wasn’t good enough to return the favor. It was more than a favor though. Jimin wanted to do it, he wanted to bring the same amount of pleasure that he had just received. Yoongi looked at him with those same warm eyes though, “Tonight was about you, Jiminie. I’m fine.”
The blush that crept up his cheeks, he was sure that Yoongi could see it even in this darkness, that’s how deep it was. “B-but” A firm hand cupped his chin, “No, buts.” He said without room for discussion. Tossed the tissues in the small waste bin nearby, Yoongi ran a finger over the marks that were already forming under Jimin’s skin. A chill ran down his spine, a smile at Jimin’s lips. That was until he noticed Yoongi was smirking devilishly, “Anyways, I expect you to repay me tenfold.” He stood up and walked to the door, unlocking it. “Get cleaned up, if you don’t want Seokjin to know anymore than he already will.
The room reeked of sweat and sex, Seokjin wasn’t an idiot. Even if he wouldn’t know the full extent of their activities he would figure out enough. Yoongi walked out but stuck his head back in, that smirk still on his lips, “I’ll come collecting later, Jimin-ah. Be ready, you’ll need a lot more stamina than tonight.” The door clicked closed quietly and a breath was let out that he didn’t even know he had been holding in. Did Jimin mention, that sometimes Min Yoongi could be scary as hell? Even so, he was shivering from excitement.