My STD Coach: Yoonmin

XXIII

Those sick bastards are finally in jail. All thanks to Yoongi and his dynamic partner, Taehyung.

For some reason, I feel as if my mother can finally rest in peace now that the two terrible men, who have humiliated and abused her, are rightfully serving the sentences they've long deserved.

It's warming knowing my beautiful, angelic mother is resting peacefully now.

After the sentencing in the Busan courtroom, Yoongi told me to take the extra days left in Busan as a vacation. And believe it or not, I feel refreshed. Nothing is prying on my mind, nothing is bothering me.

That is mentally.

Now, how I feel sexually? I am very, very very unrelieved.

With an oversized white sweater hanging loosely on my shoulders and Mochi in my lap in my tight hold, I stare down at Yoongi working on Taehyung from atop his bed.

Since building Taehyung five years ago, the robot has a lot of tweaks to still be fixed. But, I don't mind. I admire it.

A drop of sweat rolls down Yoongi's pale chin as he fixes some wires in Taehyung's opened chest. The muscles in his arm contorting as he pulls some wires apart, a low grunt rumbling from his throat. His brown hair sticks to his forehead from sweat.

God, he's hot.

I push my tongue out of my mouth to lick my lips.

I want him.

"Hey Yoongi?"

"Hmm?" He pays me no attention.

"Do you need some help?" I have no interest in helping but maybe I can distract myself. I have a feeling he's going to tell me "not yet" if I tell him what I want.

"No. But, I am feeling a bit parched." He turns his wrench.

"One water coming up!"

I dash to the kitchen and grab a nice cold water bottle. I run back to the room and rest the cool bottle on his head.

"Ah. That feels nice." He thanks me for the bottle and drinks it in almost one gulp.

I watch his Adam's apple bob up and down as he drinks the water. His neck is glistening with sweat and to add to that, some of the water trinkles down his neck.

Fuck.

Kill me.

I'm even hornier now.

He finishes the water bottle and wipes his mouth. He uses the towel around his neck to wipe his sweaty neck and forehead.

He catches me staring at him and raises his brow.

"What?"

"Fuck me."

"Jesus Jimin." Yoongi sighs.

"I need you!" I whine.

"Taehyung needs me right now." He gestures to the immobile robot laying on the floor.

"No, I need you." Grabbing hold of his black shirt, I place myself on top of his lap.

"Jimin." Yoongi warns me as I flap his shirt back and forth.

"Why not?" I pout.

"I'm busy and sweaty."

"I can make you ten times sweatier." 

The tension rises in the room. My sweater slowly droops off my shoulders, revealing my shoulders and fully exposing my neck.

Yoongi's eyes drill into my body. I'm pretty sure he's undressing me with his eyes, and fortunately, I'm doing the same.

Grabbing the back of his sweaty neck, I pull his face to my neck. He wraps his arms around my waist, his breathe fanning my neck.

He lays a tender kiss on my collarbone, I shiver from the action. I haven't done anything in months, I just need something. No...I just him.

He leaves kisses on my shoulder, collarbone and neck. His touch is different from any other touch: it's intoxicating. My body is drunk under his fingertips and lips.

He bares his teeth, and they sink down into my neck. I moan breathlessly as he sucks on my neck. His fingers creep up my shirt and caresses my skin softly. They find their way to my nipples and he pinches.

Once again, I moan as he continues to play with my nipples and suckle on my neck. My excitement rises between my legs making me grind my crotch against his.

I gasp when he reciprocates. He's not denying it! Finally! Finally!

"Yoongi, take me." I tug on his hair.

"Please?" I beg. I'm desperate. I need this release.

Yoongi responds by getting up, with a firm grip on my ass, and he throws me onto the bed right beside Mochi.

My legs trap his waist. I'm not letting him go. He hovers over me, lust burning in his brown eyes.

"You still too busy?" I tease as I run my hand down his warm, sweaty chest.

"Of course not."

"I want you. Fuck me." I'm not one to bottom but with Yoongi there's something about him that makes me submit.

Maybe his never ending coolness and his deep, calm voice. Or how his eyes can strike you like a bat and hit you like a stone.

"Do me a favor?" Yoongi asks.

"What?"

"Once we're done, let me work on Taehyung."

"Of course...daddy." I smirk.

Yoongi shakes his head and leans in for a kiss. His entire demeanor changes as the kiss gets more heated and intense. His hands exploring every crevice of my body.

My body melts under his lips and hands, I give my entire body to him.

And this moment that I've been craving for months is finally being fulfilled.

"Best sex ever." I giggle as I lay on the bed watching Yoongi work on Taehyung.

"Was it?" A ghost of a smirk lifts on his face.

"It was. I wish I were lying." Why have I never considered being a bottom? It's quite amazing. Or maybe just bottoming for Yoongi is amazing.

He's a good therapist and top. Making sure that I felt good with him, amazing foreplay, he's hot. Yoongi is hot.

"I can't feel my legs Mochi." I talk to my fuzzy friend. "I like it." I giggle.

"Are you drunk?" Yoongi looks at me concerned.

"Drunk with your dick, yes."

"Oh, good Lord Jimin." Yoongi shakes his head.

"You love me!" I giggle.

"And that I do. I truly do." A ghost of a smile appears on his face.

"Yeah!" A warm smile rests on my lips as I stare at Yoongi's back. "Of course you do."

Wassup! Long time no read...hahaha
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i'll show myself to the door LOL
But in all seriousness! I'm back to continue writing and completely finish this book. Sorry about the wait(':

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