pastel pink | yoonmin

ruby - extra #3 🔞

Yoongi remembered the first time he and Jimin had had sex clearly as it had just happened. It had been months, but still... The image was vivid in his head, printed there forever as it should be because it had literally been the most unreal and incredible moment of his entire life.

Yoongi had dreamt of it. Before he could even dream of being able to touch Jimin like that, the boy had imagined how it would have been like seeing Jimin sprawled under him on the bed, on a table, on the floor or on whatever surface available, naked and perfect just for him. His soft, unblemished skin on display, grazed by the silver light of the moon while Jimin looked up at him with his deep eyes, so full of pure lust and desire.

Yoongi had touched himself thinking of Jimin presented to him like that, a flame burning in the darkness of the night and reducing to ashes his heart and bones. He had felt guilty afterwards, for daring to do a thing as horrible as thinking of Jimin as something different from the cute, pastel pink human being that he was... as something different from his best friend. Well, in Yoongi's thoughts he was still cute... his pink panties in that one dream he had ones were incredibly cute, they had silk bows over his butt and an intricate pink embroidery over the front, where it was apparent his hard-

Yoongi shook his head. He was studying for his exams, for god's sake. Why was he suddenly thinking back to a feeble dream that he had had when he didn't even have a single idea of how the real thing could look like. He took his head in between his hands and sighed before dropping his forehead on the desk.

Jimin had looked so fucking gorgeous when he had took off his clothes that first night. Yoongi was too nervous to even move a single muscle so he had just observed while he was throwing his shirt and pants on the floor. Jimin had then taken his hand in his and had pulled him towards the bed, where he had taken off his boxers too as Yoongi couldn't take his eyes off of the other's body, the curve of his waist, his belly button, his perky nipples, the fat of his butt and the shine of his lips.

Jimin had crawled over him on the bed then and had taken his hand in his to put his palm over his chest and then his spine and back.

Yoongi lightly hit his head on the desk again. He was getting fucking hard.

In that moment his phone rang and Yoongi blindly reached for it, not even bothering to look at who was calling before grunting into the device just to put an end to the loud sound it was making.

"Mmh?"

"That's how you answer a call from your handsome boyfriend? Is that it, Min Yoongi?"

At that, Yoongi straightened up on his seat and looked down at the name on his phone screen, then a grin split up his face before he could even realise.

"Sorry, baby" he shook his head, embarrassed "Actually, I was just thinking about you..."

Jimin giggled on the other end of the line, probably covering his mouth with his little hand like he always did when he was shy.

"Me? With or without clothes on?" he joked, probably a mindless comment. He didn't realize how right he was.

"Without, actually..." before he could stop himself, he started remembering again the scene his mind had provided just a few minutes ago "I was thinking about you over me and me touching your chest and making you squirm. Then I was thinking about your mouth on me and then-"

"And then you shut up! I'm at work! What the... Yoongi hyung!"

Yoongi chuckled, imagining his boyfriend all red from embarrassment, looking around him to be careful not to be seen in such a state.

"Sorry, love. It's just... I'm so horny, I need you right now"

His voice came out needier than he expected and wanted, but Jimin didn't scold him, he only sighed and then probably moved to a more private place because Yoongi heard a rustle and then a door closing.