Alphabet Soup ✞ myg.pjm

𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓽𝔂 𝓞𝓷𝓮

the part everyone has been waiting for.

"This - it's okay, right?" Yoongi's sitting shirtless on Jimin's bed with his back against the headboard, fingers playing with the strings of his sweatpants, "you're still up for this?"

"Yes daddy."

Yoongi never expected to be in the situation.

Okay he actually knew he was going to be in this situation and he couldn't be any happier. It all started when they had decided to go out.

If there's one thing Jimin adores, it's new clothes. Especially when those new clothes are the kind he can show off in.

So maybe little Jimin ordered a new shirt, and maybe he'd been a little confused over the sizing (graphs are hard to read okay), and maybe said shirt had been a little pricey. But Jimin figures that it's not like he's spending a mass amount of money on a regular basis;

It's Yoongi's turn to pay for their so call date anyway!

Speaking of which... He's noticed that Yoongi's been staring at him though the mirror in the bathroom for a long time and Jimin was wondering if he has blinked at all. "Kitten stop staring." But Yoongi stood there staring at what seemed to be at Jimin's ass. "Hey Jimin, how about we just watch a movie at home?" Yoongi began unbuttoning his shirt walking over to his room to change.

"I wanted Ice cream!" Jimin whined stomping his foot all the way to his room. He grabbed a pair of short and Jungkook's white T-Shirt. He walked out of he room and into the living room where Yoongi was already sitting and choosing what movie they should watch. "That one!" Jimin sat beside Yoongi who gave him a questionable look.

"Are you sure you want to watch 50 shades of grey Jimin?" Jimin eagerly nodded climbing onto his lap. "Okay."

Half way through the movie Jimin could feel something poking his butt but thought no mind to it as he continued squirming in his place. "J-Jimin." Yoongi breathed out placing both hands on his hip and stopping him. "Please stop." Jimin only giggled back and continued rocking his hips back and forth. "Jimin I'm warning you." Yoongi growled into his ear sending shivers down his spine.

"I wanted ice cream." Jimin rocked back and forth. "Oh I'm going to give you some ice cream. How does vanilla sound?" Yoongi picked the younger throwing him over his shoulder and walking to the closest room which happened to be Jimin's.

Yoongi placed him down and climbed onto the bed. He took his shirt off and stared at the younger with eyes that just screamed. Lust. Yoongi could notice that the boy was tensing up and he didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable.

"This - it's okay, right?" Yoongi asked with his back against the headboard, fingers playing with the string of his sweatpants, "you're still up for this?"

Jimin - Jimin won't lie, his palms are sweating and his heart's racing like usual from where he sits fully clothed at the end of his bed but he's sure like always and he knows he is so he nods firmly, dragging his eyes from Yoongi's fingers to make eye contact. There must be something in his gaze that makes Yoongi smile even as he's taking a shuddery breath in.

Yoongi's strings are untied and sweatpants are pulled completely off before Jimin can even blink and all Jimin can see is a long tentacle with a pink tip.

Jimin's mouth waters.

"Can I -," Jimin's question fades off his tongue, already crawling forward onto the bed towards Yoongi, eyes firmly glued to the Yoongi's cock. It's always obvious when the confidence begins to flow through Yoongi once more, his posture straightening up, lips curling into a teasing one that Jimin's all too familiar with.