We're Way Too Different

Episode 9

Yoongi...

I am so happy to be driving my car again, being stuck in that hospital bed and not being able to do anything other than eat, sleep, and watch TV, was driving me insane. Halfway through the drive, he just sat there, and I watch from the side as he looks out the window, paying no attention to me what so ever.

I take the chance, and slip my hand in between his thigh, rubbing the skin exposed over with my thumb through the ripped portion of his jeans.

"Stop, you're driving." He whines, yet never push my hand away.

"Do you want me to?" I ask and he doesn't answer.

"No." He says under his breath.

"I didn't think so." I chuckle.

I kept my hand in between his thighs, squeezing and needing his bare skin occasionally, and dragging my hand up near his groin. I pull up into the driveway and park the car. We both get out and make put way into the house. It looks new and clean, unlike before. "You cleaned the house?" I ask and look at him.

"Of course. Well not just me. Everyone else helped out. We didn't think it was right to let you come back home to how it was." He explains.

Grabbing him by the waist, I pull him in and kiss him. "Thanks." "Mhm." He mumbles. He pulls away for a second and drags his lips, down to my neck, and gently connects his lips to the skin, and nibbles, on my sensitive spot. I'm holding back a moan, and before I can manage to let it out, he pulls away. A mischevious smile is plastered on his face, as he rushes away from me, and up the stairs to the room. 

Shaking my head, as I already know what I'm going to do when I get my hands on him. I follow after him up the stairs and step into the room. His shirt is already off, and his hair is messy. He stands in front of the mirror and looks at me from his perspective in the mirror. I walk up behind him, placing a hand on his waist.

 I bring my face into the crook of his neck, take in his scent and let it consume me. I spin him around and hoist him up into my arms. His breath hitches, as I throw him on what seems to be a new bed. His body is already flushed, his skin looks soft and his small nipples already hard.  His erection is causing his jeans to become tight on him, and he moans lowly from the pain. Not wanting to cause him any more pain than what I plan to cause my self, I undo his pants and slide them down his legs. 

His big eyes stare back up at me and I lean down to his ear. ''You need to stop playing with me...'' I slightly move back up and take his lips roughly. I force my way into his mouth and the gasp that echoes out of him if music to my ears. I grab his wrists, pinning them above his head, and as I lose myself into the kiss, my grip tightens on his wrists. Being physically away from him for months was killing me, and my mind and body is screaming... I need more. 

I go down to his neck, nipping and marking the sensitive and hot flesh while he writhes under me, his hips and body not being able to stay still. Pulling away, I sit up, stripping myself of my shirt, and pants. He eyes me carefully, taking in everything I did to my body over the past few months. I slowly grab both of his feet and unexpectedly yank him down to the edge of the bed, a sharp and surprising gasp leaving him. Smiling, I hook my fingers into the hem of his boxers, and drag them down and letting them fall on the floor. He whines as I pry apart his thighs and kneading the slick flesh there.  I gently bite down on the skin for a couple of seconds, leaving a red mark as I pull away. Not being able to wait anymore, I bring his pink hole to my face level and give him a long wet lick over his entrance. He grips on the sheets under him, as he whines breathlessly. I repeat it over and over again tasting him until his back is dangerously arched off the bed, and his erection soaking wet and looks painful. 

''Ugh...'' He lets out a moan and shakes in my hold. ''Y-Yoongi...'' He chokes out my name, making me smirk. It lets me know that only I can do that to him, to his body. No one else, not even Hye Na, if the roles were reversed. And that to me, is the biggest turn on about Jimin. A deep groan leaves me, right before I thrust my tongue inside him. ''Fuck!'' He cusses and throws his head back, his fists not once becoming undone from the sheets. Slipping a finger inside him aside my tongue, I enjoy in pleasure hearing his cries and watching his body react to it. 

Feeling impatient, I release his thighs and strip off my boxers. He pants breaths of relief, as I climb back in between his soaked thighs, grabbing his hands, lacing our finger, and pinning them back on top of his head. Lining myself up, I slowly ease inside him, and I don't stop until I reach the hilt. He lets out a choked moan, and I bite back a groan.

 ''You haven't been fucked properly...'' I whisper in his ear, ''You're tight.'' I suck on a hickey into his flesh, all the while, I bring his legs up higher around my torso. Knowing that he's distracted from the mild pain, I come out and thrust in. His hands claw at the restraints, which are my hands. 

''I can't let your wrists go, you wanted to play Jiminie, so let's play.'' I kiss him, and thrust back in, swallowing his moans in the kiss. I hit his prostate, and he struggles to kiss me back, his mouth retaining an ''o'' shape.  His body jerks under me, as I continue to torture him, hitting his prostate on purpose, over and over again. I pick up the speed, slamming into him, hearing and loving his screams. ''Ah! Yoongi!'' 

He's so tight, that as soon as he arches his back, I let out a grunt and release inside him. Ad he soon follows, letting out a semi-loud moan and his legs tightening around me. His eyes are shut and we both try to control our breathing. I slip out of him and watch as he slowly opens his eyes and stares back at me. My sensitive side returns, and I move his hair off his sweaty forehead. 

''Was I too rough?'' I ask, and he shakes his head. ''No. It was just painful at first because... well... you know.'' 

Kissing his lips in a slow kiss, I let him know what I'm feeling in that one kiss. ''I missed you Jiminie...'' I flip us over so he's laying on me. 

''I missed you too.'' He yawns. Seeing how tired he is, I pick him up, and cleans us both up and get back into bed with him wrapped around me.