i'm coming|y.min

.5.

From now on, I'll give the part a small description at the start.
In which Jimin's horny and Yoongi's not home.

Jimin whined, throwing himself onto his bed and turning on his TV. Yoongi wasn't back from work yet and he was frustrated, emotionally and sexually. His cock was straining uncomfortably against his boxers, but he had direct orders from Yoongi not to dare touch himself. The newest episode of Hell's Kitchen was proving to be rather boring in his opinion, since Yoongi wasn't there, embracing him softly.

(sorry gordon ily i hope you found the lamb sauce)

He scrolled through some channels, never stopping to watch a full show, until he heard the door to his room open.

His head shot up, grinning widely when he saw Yoongi in the doorway, eyes tired and hair messed up, as if he had been frustratedly running his hands through it a few times.

"Yoongi!" He threw himself onto his boyfriend's neck, making him stumble back, chuckle and wrap his arms around Jimin's thin waist. "Hi to you too, baby." He murmured, pressing his lips to Jimin's temple. The younger sighed, only hugging him tighter. "It was so boring without you," he whined, pressing against Yoongi. "I had nothing to do, I never wanna stay at home again." Yoongi laughed, stroking his hair comfortingly. "I'm here now, baby. It's okay." Jimin hummed, slowly pulling away from Yoongi, dragging him to the kitchen by his hand. "Are you hungry? I can probably quickly make something fast, no, you're probably tired from work, it's really pretty late, aish, you overwork yourself, oppa-" Yoongi cut Jimin off by pressing his lips to Jimin's plump ones, slightly bending his back over the counter. Jimin's hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. Jimin moaned softly as Yoongi pressed his crotch to the younger's straining one. They broke apart, Yoongi staring into Jimin's eyes, hinting something he couldn't quite decipher.
"I'm pretty hungry, actually." He rasped. Jimin licked his lips. "I could probably cook up something." Yoongi smirked. "What's the point, my dinner's right in front of me." He connected his lips to Jimin's again, groaning as Jimin pressed down on his hard length, legs wrapped around Yoongi's waist. Jimin took off Yoongi' tie, wrapping it around his neck, and biting his lip as Yoongi tightened it, slightly choking him but leaving enough for him to breathe. Yoongi's lips made their way to Jimin's collarbones, pulling down the hem of his sweater for better access. He wasted no time and started sucking a hickey into his pale skin. Jimin hummed, gasping when Yoongi bit down, hands rubbing Jimin's thighs. Jimin whined. "Oppa, stop teasing..." he shuddered as Yoongi chuckled. "I've got to prepare my dinner first, baby. I can't eat you raw." Jimin's head fell back to expose his neck to Yoongi's eager lips. "I'd be okay with that, actually." He moaned. Jimin's hands unbuckling his belt. Yoongi slapped his hand away. "As much as I'd want to, I'm sucking you off today." Jimin's breath hitched at that. "Oppa," he moaned. Yoongi growled, throwing Jimin's sweater off him and groaning when he saw the younger had a shirt underneath. Jimin giggled. "Let me," he whispered, slowly raising it up his torso, grinning as Yoongi grew visibly impatient. He finally threw it off to the floor, Yoongi's mouth going to one of his erect nipples and sucking harshly. Jimin's eyes flew shut, a drunken grin forming on his plump lips. He hummed as Yoongi palmed his crotch. His long fingers hooked under the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down slowly. Jimin hissed as cold air hit his cock, looking down at Yoongi with a look that sent signals to the elder's aching dick. Yoongi licked his lips, hand grasping Jimin's length and starting to slowly pump him. Jimin moaned at the long awaited friction, cock twitching as Yoongi pumped him faster. He bucked up into Yoongi's hand, feeling an inch away from his orgasm, if only Yoongi moved a little faster-

Suddenly the amazing feeling was gone, Yoongi's hand back on Jimin's thigh. The younger whined. "Hyung, but—" Yoongi looked at him with a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Rule one," he whispered, lips wandering over Jimin's ear. "I'm daddy for tonight."