Yoonmin Ao3 Smut

#1

Title : You're losing your words (We're speaking in bodies)

Author : prkjimin

Summary :
Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut, teeth biting into the fabric of his pillow tight enough that his jaw aches, but he's so determined to not make a noise, refuses to embarrass himself in front of his younger group mate. His body shakes with the power it takes to keep silent.

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Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut, teeth biting into the fabric of his pillow tight enough that his jaw aches, but he's so determined to not make a noise, refuses to embarrass himself in front of his younger group mate. His body shakes with the power it takes to keep silent.

"Hyung," Jimin's unusually low, raspy voice calls out sweetly and Yoongi's stomach swoops unpleasantly at the sound of it, the rouge haired male shaking his head repeatedly even though he knows Jimin can't see. "Hyung," Jimin chimes again, warm breath fanning against Yoongi's ass and a violent shudder makes it way down his spine.

"W-what?" Yoongi manages to croak out, voice already so wrecked and he's hardly been touched. His face flushes red at the sound of himself and Yoongi shoves his face back into his pillow, willing to suffocate himself if it means he doesn't have to go through the humiliation of being at Jimin's mercy. "I wanna hear you, you're being too quiet, Yoongi-yah." Jimin replies, looking to get a reaction out of the elder. He smirks triumphantly when he does.

"Brat, who do you think you're talking to? Ha- ah, Jimin," Yoongi starts forcefully, pushing his upper body up and craning his neck to the side so his voice is clear to Jimin, but half way through his scolding the younger ducks back down and presses his tongue against the paler male's hole without warning, licking a pointed stripe over it. Yoongi cries out loudly in surprise, his elbows giving out from beneath him so his chest falls against the bed again, and his spread thighs shake under Jimin's hold.

"Don't just do that suddenly," Yoongi huffs weakly, face aflame once again, but even as the words leave his mouth Yoongi's back arches so he's pressing back against Jimin's mouth. He barely contains a whimper when Jimin backs away again.

"Do what, hyung? Do you want me to stop?" Jimin questions cheekily, very well knowing the answer to the question he's asking and Yoongi wants to turn around and sock Jimin straight in the face. Instead, he clutches the thin sheets below and heaves a deep breath. " Jimin, " he growls, his hips pressing back on their own accord. Jimin laughs, placing a hand on Yoongi's lower back to still the elder's movement as he nips playfully at his pale behind, a red mark blossoming on his cheek.

"Don't tease," Yoongi snaps, going for intimidating but sounding desperate with the way his voice cracks, Jimin giggling behind him again but complies to Yoongi's orders, mouth back on him without a moments hesitation. Yoongi's breath gets caught in his throat as he chomps down on his bottom lip, biting it until it's cherry red and split slick. He's still trying his hardest to not make a noise, but Yoongi's resolute is wasting away fast as Jimin's tongue teases inside him only to pull out and lick broadly over him again.

He makes a low noise in the back of his throat and rocks backward, starting to feel the pressure build up low in his stomach. Jimin's mouth leaves him again and Yoongi's about to voice his complaints when he feels fingers press against his spit slick hole, Jimin's digit teasing his rim before sliding in tauntingly slow. Yoongi groans aloud at the action, the discomfort of the intrusion very quickly melting into pleasure as Jimin's tongue joins his finger, licking messily along side the digit.

Soon enough a second finger is sliding inside him as well and both digits start twisting and scissoring inside him, stretching him out. Jimin's mouth is still on him, tongue liking inside of him filthily, and the sounds it makes are so obscene it makes Yoongi blush like a virgin, pink dusting his pale cheeks and the tips of his ears. He's so distracted by the pleasure constantly coursing through him he doesn't even realize the little noises he's been making, little moans and airy sighs. He can't bring himself to care when he lets out a particularly loud noise, eyes fluttered shut and mouth agape, high pitched whine escaping him.

He's so on edge now; body hypersensitive as his climax approaches rapidly. Each drag of Jimin's fingers brings him that much closer, but it's still not enough, and Yoongi lets out a frustrated cry as he presses harder against Jimin, the younger pulling his face away once sensing Yoongi's desperation.

"Are you gonna come, hyung?" Jimin's low voice rumbles. Yoongi feels Jimin shift behind him, an arm bumping against his thigh, and then there's a warm hand wrapping itself around his since neglected cock, Jimin's thumb swiping up the precum steadily leaking from the head and that's enough to finally, finally send Yoongi crashing, his eyes clamped shut and breath getting caught in his throat.

Jimin milks him through it, wrist still flicking over the length of his sensitive, reddened cock, even after Yoongi's thick, warm semen spills over his fingers. The brunette doesn't seize his movements until Yoongi comes back to and whimpers, hips shying away from the over stimulation of Jimin's fingers still pressing intently over his prostate.

"Too much," Yoongi pants, hoarse voice sounding through heavy breaths. Jimin removes his fingers and wipes them on the bed carelessly. The elder collapses onto this bed after that, maneuvering his body so he isn't laying in the wet spot below.

Yoongi's mind is completely blank as he recollects himself, eyes still closed. He barely registers Jimin's hands on him, rolling him over so he's laying flat on his back. Yoongi only peeks an eye open when he feels Jimin's chest flush against his own, the younger grinning widely down at him.

"Did it feel good?" Jimin asks smugly and Yoongi raises a hand to push Jimin's face away, groaning in annoyance.

"Fucking fantastic, now fuck off," Yoongi pats the younger's face dismissively, eyes falling closed again. Jimin pouts and even though Yoongi can't see, he can sense the puppy dog eyes starring at him.

"What is it?" Yoongi drawls non-committed. Jimin lowers his hips and Yoongi feels the younger's thick straining cock against his hip and his eyes flutter open, legs falling open wider the slightest bit.

"Tell you what," Yoongi starts, propping himself up on his elbows. Jimin's is a mic of curious and exited as he waits for the elder's following words. "You go rinse your mouth out, and when you get back we'll see if I'm up for letting you fuck me." Yoongi proposes and Jimin nearly falls on his face with his eagerness as he makes a bee line for the washroom, filling his mouth with so much mouth wash he nearly chokes.