Sex with me? - yoonmin ✔

touch me here

First of all, I never know we have this kind of place in our campus. Remoted vending machine that's still fully functioning? Ridiculous.

Jimin stares at Min Yoongi who's drinking down the ice cold water. The older face are red and sweaty, and Jimin starts to become worried. He reach for the older hand but Yoongi softly muttered 'no'.

Jimin slowly backed away, his brows furrows when Yoongi turn toward the vending machine and inserted another coins into it, and choose a grape flavored soft drink. Yoongi paused himself from opening the can,

"Sorry." the words was said so sadly, and Jimin confused with what just happened between them and why are the atmosphere almost too thick for Jimin to breathe.

Did I just crossed a line?

Yoongi cleared his throat,"That's very adventurous of you, Park Jimin," he said, uncertain smile tugging in the corner of his lips.

Jimin furrowed his brow, "I- I'm sorry too." he apologized but what for? What did he do? He ended up spacing out on the latter.

"I got nervous," Yoongi finally says with ease after what feels like hour standing awkwardly in front of each other. Jimin blinks when the older rest his shoulder on the vending machine, his mouth open and quickly closed when Yoongi chuckles.

"Why me?"

Jimin flustered, "H-huh?" he manages.  Yoongi gulped down his drink before pointing his finger to Jimin, a knowing smile appears.

"I mean, the sex thing. Why me?"

Oh c'mon why are we suddenly talking about this?, Jimin nibbles on his lips as he think of excuse, once or twice glancing toward the older who's still staring at him, intense and piercing Jimin afraid it can see right through him.

"W-well, you, you see–" Jimin scratches  the back of his ear, "I want to, uh, know you? Y-you're mysterious and such. I got curious." Jimin smiles ever so not sheepishly, hopefully the older bite his lame excuse and since Yoongi didn't hold any expression on his face, Jimin wary his lips again. No, clearly his excuse is not working on the older.

Min Yoongi is scary, Jimin thought when Yoongi walks toward his direction.

"But baby, you're a virgin. So, why me?" Yoongi asked again dangerously low, just enough for Jimin to set himself in fight or flight mode.

However, when the older's hand gently touching his cheek, Jimin sigh and lean in to the touch.

"I don't know hyung," Jimin feel a bitterness in his words. He is lying right on Yoongi's face. He knows it's wrong, but he already used to Yoongi's voice that's only soften when talking to him. The touch that warms something inside him.

And the words 'baby' being uttered on his neck, just like now.

Jimin tugs for Yoongi's jacket, closing his eyes at the wave of pleasure flooding in his vein when Yoongi's nibbles on his sweet spot. He's weak, just he knows it when Yoongi trails lower on his collarbone and he feels the teeth biting gently as to not leave any trace. Jimin sees white when Yoongi lapped on his skin.

"Baby, you're playing game with a dangerous one indeed. Aren't you afraid?"

The words is like a devil temptation in Jimin's ears as he dugs his nails deep on Yoongi's shoulders, eliciting soft whimpers at the wet kissing on his neck, a hand trailing down his back isn't helping him.

"Yoongi," the word mewls from Jimin's mouth and Yoongi abruptly stop himself, his eyes move to Jimin's red blushing face.

"Want you," Jimin whines softly, hands resting on Yoongi's chest, lips ghosting over Yoongi's. The older raise one brow up, a smirk itching to break out from his lazy expression. Yoongi licked his lower lips, hand reaching to hold the younger's wrist.

"Touch me more, hyung," Jimin has cried out, desperately pushing himself toward the older with his fingers tugging hard on Yoongi's shirt.

"Tell me, everything that you want. Ask me again, like a dirty slut you are."

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Jimin bite his lips hard when the sinful, wet tongue lapping on his jawline. His body hard pressed to the bathroom door as his shirt lifted up and Yoongi is all over him; hand, slender fingers fondling his hard erected nipple, making himself writhing with every pinches and groping on his skin.

He gasp when the older bucking his hip, slow, rotating rhythms. The second Jimin begging moans elicited, Yoongi shove his thumb in the younger's mouth. His soft chuckles on Jimin's ear as he suckles on the lobe, groaning when Jimin rolls his hips back. Yoongi looked up and watches as Jimin pants heavily, looking so wrecked with his heavy-lidded eyes. Lips wet from his own saliva, cheeks and nose red.

Absolute disaster

Yoongi knows that.

"Yoongi, touch me here."

The words caught Yoongi back to the reality; eyes meeting the younger's, his right hand being guided dangerously low to the front jean of Jimin.

His lips opened in surprise as Jimin nods so weakly, pressing hard his palms on the hard bulge.

"H-here.. Touch me more here."

Yoongi rest his forehead on Jimin's, their lips barely touching with his hand palming Jimin's dick from outside the jean. His fingers rubbing hard on what feels like the head, and he feel it wet on his touch. Jimin is far than gone.

His hoarse, broken moans reaching Yoongi and he caught them in between his lips, kissing Jimin open while the younger moans muffling in his throat. Jimin's knees weakened as the pleasure burst in his brain, hitting him hard at the lower pit of his stomach and Yoongi's protective arm holding his back tight.

"...w-wanna come." Jimin buck his hip to the friction of Yoongi's huge palm. His eyes teary as the older thumbing on the wet spot of his jean, pressing harder with a smile on his face.

"Beg, beg more," Yoongi bite harsh on Jimin's lips and Jimin cries out a choked moans, Yoongi's name slurred with hyung.

"Please, hyung. I'll be good for you. M-more..." Jimin digs hard his nail into Yoongi's shoulders when the friction turn in vigor palming. His kissing sloppy, overwhelmed with the rush of pleasure.

"Y-Yoon—fuckk!"

Jimin came untouched inside his pant, barely catching his breathe when Yoongi kiss him hard and his back are shoved in the wall once again.

"So good baby, you're so good for hyung," Yoongi whispered in-between their kiss while taking off his jacket. He wrapped it around Jimin's hips, the younger watching him curiously.

"There's no way we're going to the remaining class with you like this huh? How about my room?"

Jimin's cheeks hurt from smiling at the words, hiding his face on Yoongi's neck as he nods.

This is where the innocence kiss turn into Jimin desperately wanting more than a touch from Yoongi's veiny and beautiful hands. Game be forgotten.

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