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“Yeah, yeah. Hurry up, old man,” Jimin teases, curving his back and wiggling his butt sticking up in the air. Yoongi shifts the supplies into one hand, reaching over to slip a finger underneath the thin layer of Jimin’s underwear, raise it a few inches, and release it with a slap lower down Jimin’s thighs.
“Ow!”
“You keep running that mouth of yours,” Yoongi drops the condom and uncaps the lube, squeezing out a generous amount onto his palm. “And I just,” he slides his lube slicked fingers up in between Jimin’s crack, gently rubbing the pad of his finger around the rim. “Might,” he slowly slips one finger inside, feeling Jimin’s muscles tightening against him. “Take my goddamn time,” Yoongi places a soft kiss on the dip of Jimin’s back, sliding his finger in and out.
Jimin moans, breath hitching in his throat and thighs shuddering as one finger is joined by another, then another, as Yoongi slowly works him open, stretching him out until Jimin is shaking his head, what for, he’s not even sure.
“Please,” the words fall from Jimin’s lips, small beads of sweat collecting around his hairline. He gazes over his shoulder with heavily lidded eyes, pleading. And Yoongi doesn’t need to be told twice.
There’s a bit more haste in Yoongi’s movements as he rolls on the condom and slicks himself up, because he’s getting impatient as well. It drives him crazy, those small noises that Jimin produces in the back of his throat when he’s being pleased. And it took all of Yoongi’s patience and self-restraint to stretch Jimin out just right, holding back from just tossing him onto the bed and fucking him right then and there.
But now, he gets to move in for his prize.
Yoongi climbs back onto the bed on his knees, positioning himself behind and aligning his cock with Jimin’s hole. He places his hand along the curve of Jimin’s ass, spreading his cheek with his thumb to allow more room as he slowly fills up the space his fingers had been previously. Yoongi allows Jimin time to adjust when he’s fully seated to the hilt, but Jimin seems to have other plans in mind.
“Move,” Jimin pants harshly, fingers digging into the fabric of Yoongi’s comforter bunched underneath his hands.
“My pleasure,” Yoongi smiles, pulling out just until the tip and thrusting back in with force. Jimin grunts, head hanging low and body burning with pleasure for more. And Yoongi complies.
It’s not gentle, the way Yoongi presses into him repeatedly, filling Jimin again and again as Jimin pushes back into Yoongi’s pelvis in an attempt to suck him in deeper.
Cool hands sooth over heated skin like a balm, so very gentle in contrast to the frantic, harsh movements, only getting jerkier and faster with every thrust.
Jimin’s breathy moans and soft mewls spur Yoongi on to move even faster, fingers digging into the soft flesh of Jimin’s waist, sure to leave a smattering of bruises in the morning.
Everything is so damn hot, a blur of sounds and motions that don’t fully register in Yoongi’s thoughts pounding with his adrenaline rush.
His entire world narrows down to Jimin, in this moment.
Everything is Jimin, and Jimin is everything.
The soft sound of his voice, the taste of his skin, the feel of his heat surrounding him to the point of suffocation.
He’s getting close, so damn close. And Yoongi knows Jimin is too. He can tell by the way Jimin’s breath stuttering in his chest, his thighs shaking and lips whispering wanton syllables and characters that don’t really make sense at this point.
Yoongi leans over to press his lips onto Jimin’s sweaty skin, biting down on Jimin’s shoulder with his hips never once stuttering in its ceaseless pace. The prickly fabric of Jimin’s lace choker brushes across Yoongi’s cheek, catching his attention.
Yoongi straightens out again, fingers twisting into the back of Jimin’s choker and asserting just the slightest pressure. Jimin’s eyes go wide, twisting over his shoulder to shoot Yoongi a panicked look.
“Hyung, I can’t breathe,” Jimin wheezes, falling onto one elbow and trying to reach back to scratch at Yoongi’s knuckles.
But Yoongi slams in particularly hard, and Jimin’s vision fades to white, neon violet lights sparking behind his eyes. Jimin can’t breathe, not only from the constraint pressing down on his neck, but also from the pressure slowly building in his core, his heart pounding rapidly in chest, blood rushing through his veins.
Jimin falls onto both elbows, forehead digging into the blankets and gasping for air. His head is spinning and his body is thrumming, the lack of air intensifying the pleasure coursing through his system. He can feel the sharp buzzing tingles beginning from the tips of his fingers and toes, traveling all through his limbs, until his entire body is submerged under a wave of electricity that has him moaning out loud into the mattress, shooting out ropes of white onto Yoongi’s comforter as his orgasm hits hard and out of nowhere, taking Jimin completely by surprise.
Yoongi is still fucking Jimin wide open, the younger barely registering anything else accept for the mind numbing oblivion as his entire body is used and abused, arms and legs quivering with exhaustion. Yoongi follows not long after, pushing in one last time as deep as he can go as Jimin’s muscles tighten hot and heavy around him, squeezing him out for everything he’s got.
Body hunched over Jimin’s back, Yoongi rests his forehead along Jimin’s spine, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath.
“Hyung,” Jimin croaks, voice muffled by the blankets still pressed into his face.
“Hm?” Yoongi hums lazily, basking in the blissful afterglow of his post-orgasm.
“I still can’t breathe,” Jimin coughs, and Yoongi laughs.
“Whoops, my bad,” Yoongi slowly releases his hold on Jimin’s choker, blood rushing back to his extremities and his fingers and toes vibrating with sharp pricks.
“I can’t feel my toes,” Jimin whimpers, wiggling them for a few seconds before giving up. “I’m so tired.”
“You can sleep here,” Yoongi replies, pulling out his softening dick so he can tie off the condom and throw it away. Jimin topples over onto his side, blinking at Yoongi with sleepy eyes.
“What about you?” Jimin frowns, squirming out of his lace underwear and flinging it over the bed.
“I still have my paper,” Yoongi grunts, plopping down onto the edge of the bed.
“Oh, that,” Jimin cringes, maneuvering closer towards Yoongi’s body with the least muscle movement possible. Jimin curls himself around behind Yoongi’s body, settling his head on the elder’s lap. “Sorry. That wasn’t actually factored into my plans when I was trying to figure things out.”
“I should ignore you more often,” Yoongi teases, ruffling Jimin’s fluff of trainwrecked hairstyle.
“You’re mean,” Jimin smiles, eyelids fluttering shut and breaths slowly evening out.
Yoongi sighs, gazing longingly at Jimin’s face.
Damn that paper.
Maybe for just ten minutes?

Ooooooow this is so... Perfect
Thank u for writing this

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