Redamancy | Yoonmin.

J I M I N.

Wow, I was cold. I needed a sweatshirt, needed something before I went out to the studio. Narrowing my eyes, I scanned over the messy room filled with clothes scattered everywhere. My eyes landed on a certain sweatshirt, one that Yoongi would wear occasionally. Moving towards it, I picked it up and pressed it to my nose. It smelt just like him. You better guess that I was going to wear this.

My jaw just about dropped.

Did Yoongi just... Did those words come out of his mouth?

"Jimin?" he whispered, his eyes turning worried now.

"I...," was all I could get out as I swallowed hard.

"Oh, god. Forget I said that," Yoongi said, his face wrinkling up into what looked like disgust but I knew was pain. I was quick though, because when I felt him start to get off of me, I grabbed a hold of his biceps so he couldn't move.

"No, Yoongi. I was just surprised to hear that come out of your mouth. Do it, make love to me. Please," I almost begged, noticing that I had probably imagined this moment in my head a million times but this was never one of the scenarios that came to mind.

"Really?" he whispered, his facial expression softening as he studied my face.

"Really, as long as.. Nobody comes home," I mumbled, teeth now nipping at my lower lip out of nervousness. I could feel my heart screaming inside my chest, a small smile appearing on Yoongi's face. He was so cute, so mysterious, so attractive.

"Tell me though, if I hurt you or if you want me to stop, okay?" he whispered, his body now maneuvering so we were flushed up against each other. I nodded, but I didn't know if he saw since his eyes closed as his head ducked and his lips pressed open-mouthed kisses against my sensitive neck. A small gasp left my parted lips, my head absentmindedly tilting back as my hands found their way to his back. I could feel his teeth nipping and his mouth sucking at my soft skin, making my fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt. I hadn't felt this before, felt like my body had no control over the feelings I was feeling all because Yoongi's lips were attached to my neck. When our faces separated, I felt our lips press against each other again, but this time it felt more intimate. It was more passionate, and more tingles were shooting through my body. Speaking of my body, I could feel his warm palms slide up the sweatshirt that I was still wearing, instantly falling in love with the way his hands felt against my aching body. I almost felt like I should be doing something, but I didn't know what. A sense of guilt washed over me, seeming as it looked like Yoongi had experience with this, and I didn't. However, that thought was pushed to the side when our lips parted and he suddenly sat up.

Yoongi grabbed a hold of my hands, pulling me up into a sitting position as he swiftly pulled the sweatshirt right off my body. I heard it hit the ground, and even though I know we had seen each other shirtless before, I still felt shy. But this was my moment, so before he could push me back down, my fingers hooked under Yoongi's shirt and lifted it up, his arms rising until he was free of the top. I let it fall to the ground, but immediately wrapped my arms around his waist, my lips attaching to the soft skin of his collarbone. I could tell his breathing had picked up, and as I started to trail my lips up to his neck, I could feel him slightly tremble in my arms. His fingers were in my hair, and it was such an odd feeling coming from him. Odd, but amazing.

I nipped at his neck, earning a small breathy moan that slipped out from between his lips. It was like music to my ears and my heart was dancing.
"Lie down, baby," he whispered, his fingers now gliding down my bare shoulders. I obeyed his command, lying down in front of him as my eyes peered up at him.
"Just relax, okay?" he whispered again, adjusting his position between my legs as his fingers worked on the button to my jeans. I wanted to compliment him, and touch him too, but I was so speechless at how comfortable and how nice I felt right now. It didn't take him very long to unbutton and unzip my jeans, my hips slowly rising so it was easy for him to remove my pants. This part was new, I wasn't very fond of being in my boxer briefs in front of the guys. It was once in a blue moon, really. I could tell Yoongi was enjoying it because he had a smile on his face that wouldn't seem to falter. "What?" I asked as he dropped my jeans on the ground.
"You're so beautiful, Jimin," he mumbled, his hand smoothing up my stomach and to my chest. I felt heat rush to my cheeks, a smile of my own now not being able to falter.
"It's your turn," I muttered, changing the topic.
"My turn?"
"To take your pants off," I pointed out, teeth nipping down on my lower lip.
"Oh, right," he chuckled, maneuvering his body again as I sat up once more to help him with his pants. It was also easy for me as I unbuttoned and unzipped him, my fingers hooking into the waistband as I tugged them down his hips. He did the rest, kicking them out of sight before he slid in between my legs a little more. Our lips collided suddenly, my eyes closing and the tip of my tongue peeking out to nudge against his lower lip. Before he could respond, he pushed me back down and our lips were suddenly not the only thing pressed together. I felt his hips start to grind up against mine, making me gasp against his lips, he let out a small breathless chuckle as our noses bumped together.
Oh god, oh god, oh god. Everything he did, every move, every sound, every touch, my body was reacting to it in such a strong way. Even the thought of us both being in our underwear, rubbing up against each other, put me in such a frenzy. His crotch pressed against mine, rolling into mine, bucking into mine, made me tingle and my skin turn all red and hot. His lips were on my neck, his hips picking up speed as mine met up with his, our bodies finding a perfect sync in grinding together. I couldn't help but tilt my head back and let out a small whimper. I could feel myself pulsing more and more and without much of a warning, I was quite hard.
And it... Hurt. But the feeling of Yoongi was making my body feel like it was on a cloud.
It also didn't take much to feel that Yoongi was turned on as well. I wanted to hide and throw a tantrum from how flustered I felt because I made him that way. But now wasn't the time. Especially since he was moving, propping himself up on his hands as my legs bent at the knees at his sides. His breathing was all shaky and as I reached up to touch his face, his hips bucked against mine and I arched my neck, a loud gasp leaving my lips. "Shit," I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut as I felt him lower just slightly.
"What is it?" he whispered.
"I... I'm so hard," I whimpered, blinking my eyes open to look up at him with innocent eyes. It seemed to take him a moment to realize what I said, but it was probably because he never expected something like that to come out of my mouth. My filter was gone, I didn't care if I humiliated myself anymore, I was so fucking in love with this human being and I was going to prove it one way or the other.
"I'll help you with that," he whispered once more, leaning all the way down to peck my lips before he quickly changed to kissing my chest, feeling the pad of his thumb ghost over my right nipple. I was struggling to not make a sound now, so I shut my eyes and just concentrated to the feeling of Yoongi's lips and fingers. His open-mouthed kisses so soft and intimate. He was traveling down, my stomach tingling at such attention until I felt a hand suddenly grip the bulge in my briefs. I yelped, my hands quickly fisting into his hair as my hips rolled up against his touch. I could hear a small snicker come from him, which in a way made me want to rebel from him but how could I when he was making me feel this good? He rubbed and squeezed the throbbing bulge, a small moan accidentally leaving my mouth. My eyes fluttered open at the same time Yoongi's head shot up, his tongue gliding along his lower lip. He sat up, pulling my legs together in front of him as his fingers hooked into the waistband of my briefs. He tugged them off in two short motions, throwing them out of side like the rest of the clothes. When he pulled my legs down and spread them so he could slide in between them again, he suddenly stopped. Blinking up at him in confusion, I suddenly worried that maybe my naked self wasn't good enough for him.
But then I realized... I was fucking naked.
I was NAKED.
I wasn't going to panic, oh no. Calm down, calm down, calm down.
"You're so beautiful," he mumbled, his eyes dragging up to mine. It left me speechless, because I could tell when this man was being serious and when he wasn't. He really thought I was beautiful. Swallowing hard, I slowly smiled, I was purely naked in front of Yoongi, and strangely... It was okay. However, I couldn't help but look at the outline of his own cock behind the fabric of his own briefs. He was definitely hard, and I wanted those off. "Take them off," I said in a soft voice, motioning to his crotch. I thought he was going to be difficult, but he did as I said and he too, was naked not just in front of me, but on top of me. I couldn't help but break out into a smile, he was so beautiful. I wanted to tell him that, but before I could, he spoke up again.
"I know this is kind of late but I.. Don't have a condom or any form of lube." Raising a brow up at his confession, I pursed my lips and took in a sharp breath.
"We don't need a condom. But, come here," I said, patting my chest. He looked confused.
"Huh?" he said.
"Come here," I repeated, pointing to my chest, He took a little while to understand, but when he did, I sat up just a little as he was soon straddling my chest, just below my chin. Oh god, he was so close. I looked up at him, and hesitated a little before I realized what I was doing. I reached foreword and wrapped my fingers around the top of his member, my thumb gliding over the slit. I watched as he shuddered, his jaw dropping as a small sound left his lips. He had to reach foreword and grab a hold of the headboard as I continued to tease his slit. Just watching his reaction was making my own hard-on scream from how damn hot this boy was. I leaned my head in and stuck my tongue out, dragging it up the length of his cock until I reached the head. I heard a small moan come out of Yoongi, which made me smirk because I was the one making him make those noises and I felt so accomplished. I closed my lips around the tip, looking up at him through my eyelashes before I fully closed them and swirled my tongue around his erection. I was going to make him as wet as I could, but my concentration was faltered when he shifted a little, fingertips now reaching back and gliding up my thigh. Oh no, was he going to touch me too? Could I do both? I didn't let the thoughts stop me as I started to pull more of his length into my mouth, my head bobbing. Tiny moans were heard, coming from the boy on top of me, but I opened my eyes right as I witnessed him take his hand back and stick his middle finger into his mouth. When he pulled it back out, I closed my eyes again because I wanted to make it look and feel like I knew what I was doing. However, that was hard when my legs were getting separated. How was he able to do this behind his back? God, he was experienced. I felt gentle fingers brush against a spot so foreign on my body, making me jolt and almost make a noise. "It's okay, baby boy," I heard, my eyes opening as I slid him out of my mouth with a small "pop". What was he about to do? My legs had separated quite far from each other without much notice, and as one single finger teased my entrance, I felt myself pulse a little. Honestly? I was terrified, and I didn't know whether to tell him to stop or just please be careful, and maybe he could read my mind because he spoke yet again. "Tell me if you're hurting, remember? Tell me if you ever want me to stop. I'll stop and I'll hold you instead."
Something about his voice and the words comforted me, a lot. So I nodded and gave him a gentle grin before I felt the tip of his finger insert inside me. My eyes widened a little and he was watching me, so I covered my face with both my hands as he very slowly started to slide his finger deeper. It felt so weird, and quite uncomfortable. How did people do this? Maybe I was defective.
"Uncover your face, angel," Yoongi whispered,
"No," I muffled behind my hands. I heard him sigh, and it scared me that he was going to get mad, so I uncovered my face really quickly, only to see him smirking at me. I felt his finger curl inside me a little, making me gasp at the sudden different feeling that it gave me. But then he started to push his finger in deeper, thrusting now that it seemed his finger fit a little better. I let out a whimper, my head pressing into the pillow as I fluttered my eyes closed. Okay, it wasn't /that/ bad. But it was also unexplainable the feeling I was feeling. I was suddenly getting this yearning feeling in my stomach, and it was building with each thrust of this man's finger. I didn't understand this, but I did know this feeling was enough that I just wanted him inside me already. I was getting worked up, my body hot, breathless, vulnerable, and a blushing mess.
And I knew this bastard was enjoying it.
"I need to feel you," I blurted out, regretting it shortly after as I swallowed hard and accidentally let out a tiny moan from the way his finger pulled out of me.
"You what?" Yoongi muffled, my eyes very hesitantly traveled up to his face, but it was hard to keep the eye contact when he was naked on top of me. All soft, soft curves, veins, bones, soft. Oh god, I couldn't take the pausing anymore.
"I need to feel you inside me, Yoongi, please. Just fuck me already," I whined out, and the look on his face was a mixture of surprise but seriousness. Like he wasn't expecting me to say such things, but he knew just how to handle it.
And oh boy, he did.
He was hovering over me more than ever now, muscles overworking from him trying to balance himself. I felt the tip of his cock press against my entrance, my hands instinctively finding the sheets and grabbing on to them as he then pushed himself inside. My eyes squeezed shut, the feeling still slightly uncomfortable for me, but I knew it probably felt different for Yoongi being as I could hear the small growls within his breathing. The more his length filled me, I ironically felt my heart become more full. I had such a sudden burst of love for Yoongi that I swore I almost felt myself tear up. Don't cry, Jimin. Not now.
He started off with tiny thrusts, and it felt nice, my fingers curling into the fabric of the sheets as my neck slightly arched. Soft moans left my parted lips, tiny grunts leaving his. I have never, ever, felt more close to this boy than now. I know there was no physical way, but I wanted to feel more of him. I was aching so bad for him, yet he was right here. So instead of just clutching at the sheets, I let go of them and opened my eyes, my arms suddenly wrapping around Yoongi's neck as I brought him down. He let out a gasp, but allowed me to cling on to him, my face immediately digging into his neck as my moans were now getting longer, faster, and louder. His thrusts were now a lot more full of motion and rougher. I clutched around him, making him moan into my ear but say in a soft voice, "Baby, you shouldn't do that. Just relax." I tried to do as he said, but my heart was bursting over and over inside my chest.
He was really fucking me now, and tiny whimpers and greatly deserved moans wouldn't stop spilling out from my mouth. My dull nails started to dig at his back as his movements started to get more forceful. I could definitely feel our bodies sticking from the heat we were creating. "Oh, baby," I said breathlessly, a tiny whine escaping.
"You feel so good, angel," he replied back to me, his teeth grazing over my ear.
"Don't stop, oh please don't stop," I begged him, feeling like I was certainly on some sort of high. Pleasure was being shot out through my body, hitting every single wall. My member was twitching, screaming at me for attention, but I was so afraid to touch myself. But with every damn thrust, I needed it more and more.
But wait, I thought this was as good as it got.
However, no. He hit /that/ spot. Yes, /that/ spot. And I squirmed and let out a good moan, my fingers grasping at him like I was falling off a cliff. "Oh my god, f.. Fuck," I murmured out, and I think I heard that bastard... LAUGH at me? I was about to pull back and give him a taste of my own medicine, but he started to nudge against my sweet spot again, and again, and again, and it about paralyzed me. I was so wet, pre-cum leaking out, and my moans could probably be heard throughout the whole house. My cock was still screaming, and I just had to touch myself. I just had to. However, something beat me to it. Him. His fingers had wrapped around my cock, his thumb rubbing over the head and I was so embarrassed now that he could probably feel how wet I was.
Our bodies moved in sync, our moans like a melody of a song. He would kiss my neck, my cheek, my head, anything that he could reach as he fucked me, and now was capable of stroking my throbbing and aching cock. I was heavily blissed out at this point, an euphoric feeling that I had never felt before. I hadn't even been noticing that as he knew exactly where my sweet spot was and used that to his advantage, I'd clench around him and he'd let out a moan louder than the last. I kept doing this too, I didn't care if he had told me it wasn't a good idea. I really couldn't help it, how could I relax when I was going through this high? I noticed he was getting a little messy with his movements, but his noises were getting faster and closer together. Was he about to...?
"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum," he announced, my head pulling back from his neck to press back against the pillow. That right there, the announcement that he was going to climax just about threw me into a frenzy. He was pounding into me, and a strong warmth started to build up in the pit of my stomach. Oh god, was I.. About to cum as well? Was I supposed to? Was I supposed to say something? This bed isn't even either of ours! What if he got mad? Oh god, I couldn't even think straight at this moment either, my head and body were not in the same place at the same time right now.
But before I would come to a decision, Yoongi pounded his cock into me seemingly as fast as his tired self could go, and he let out a loud moan, his nose wrinkling up in the process as I could feel his warm load inside me. This not only surprised me at the feeling and the beauty of this man, but also turned me on so much to see this boy orgasm that it pushed me to my edge. My eyes widened but I closed them quickly as I pleaded out, "Oh please, please let me cum. Please, Yoongi, please let me cum!"
"Cum for me, baby boy," he panted out, and it was enough for me to buck my hips up into his hand, my back arching as I cried out, my cum spilling out all over his hand and my stomach. My legs were shaking and this overwhelming feeling was never ending.
And I was not complaining, at all.
"I love you, angel boy," Yoongi whispered into my ear, his hand now letting go of my cock as he very slowly pulled out of me. I was panting, body now trembling from the after affects.
"I love you too," I replied.