Regular Love | #yoonmin

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"Getting impatient?" The dancer's raw voice interrupts Jimin's mission.

"Hm?"

"It's not a bad thing."

"Good," Jimin nods, unzipping and gripping the jeans to swiftly remove them. Accidentally removing the boxers along with it in all his excitement has Jimin swallowing thickly, now looking down at the most beautiful dick he's ever seen in his life. It's manageably lengthy and proportionally thick, definitely a piece of art which Jimin would like to ride for hours on end (not that he'd last that long).

But, shit, he can't. Coming up with a quick solution to not have the treat in front of him like this, Jimin gets onto the bed, knees on either side of the dancer's slim legs and flips the man around, making his victim do a little "oof" and a testy "yaa".

There. That ass is just as pretty, and the thing he's supposed to focus on tonight anyway. Jimin gives it a slap, resulting in another "yaa", more giggly this time.

Before Jimin loses this much needed spirit, he hops off the bed to remove the remainder of his own clothes, wasting no time in getting back on top of Yoongi. He lays himself down, holding back a moan at feeling the large surface of skin on skin contact. It seems to do something to Yoongi as well, as he fists the sheets and squirms, a tiny movement but clearly noticeable to Jimin now his dick is wedged between Yoongi's buns.

This is not so bad. Jimin could totally imagine him fucking Yoongi like this.

Oh, shit. Fucking Yoongi. Okay. Yeah, no, that's fine. Absolutely not a problem.

Determinedly, Jimin lifts himself up a bit so he can slide a hand over the dancer's back, down to his surprisingly round ass and uses his finger to find–

"Yaa," Yoongi snickers, leaning up on his elbows and turning his head as much as he can. "What are you doing?"

Well, that's definitely not the response Jimin had hoped for. Is he already doing it wrong? "W-what do you mean?"

"Not that I'd mind either way, but aren't you the bottom here?"

Jimin peeps in a question, taken aback by how Yoongi knows what they've never discussed. "I-I thought you... That man, that ass-face, he said that you... eh..."

Yoongi chuckles, waving his hand for Jimin to get off, which he does with a disappointed plop, sitting down next to Yoongi as he sits up himself, shamelessly letting his eyes glide over Jimin's body before speaking.

"You think I'm a bottom?"

"Y-yeah... Aren't you? And how do you know I am?" Jimin frowns, painfully having to admit to himself that Taehyung is right about him having that bottom vibe.

"Oh, please," Yoongi huffs, "you're such a bottom."

"Well, I... I used to do both!" Jimin pouts, finding it terribly annoying how he's trying to prove something to the confident dancer, without actually knowing what it is exactly.

"Mhm, well," Yoongi licks his lips, placing his hand on Jimin's chest to push him down flat onto the bed. "You're clearly a bottom now, and luckily for you..." He opens Jimin's legs, slowly placing himself in between and leaning down, lips at his ear to continue: "I actually do both, so you can relax, baby doll. I'll take care of you tonight."

At that, Jimin swears a tiny bead of precome leaks out of him, goosebumps covering his entire body as the dancer continues to dazzle him by kissing his neck. And he moans, both of relief and of feeling all of Yoongi against him, heavy and warm.

He hates to admit it, but Jimin loves laying on his back and getting taken care of every now and then. Plain old simple missionary, nothing wrong with that. Tonight, however, intimate kissy sex does not seem like the appropriate choice, as one night stands should probably be a bit less... lovey-dovey? Right? Besides, Jimin is not quite sure he'd survive looking into the creature's eyes while he's inside of him.