Yoonmin Smut

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Thanks so much for the feedback :) very much appreciated. I've decided to make this "book" continuous. I hate when an author ends it abruptly and it is actually having a good story line or what not. So enjoy :)
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Jimin was in his room upstairs trying on skirts that he found appealing. He would post in the mirror and daydream about Yoongi. That wouldn't be a problem if only Yoongi wasn't his step brother. Yes, Jimin knew it was wrong to fantasize about the elder, but he couldn't help himself. Especially when Yoongi was wearing all black, and the only pop of color being a red and white bandanna in his jet black hair. He fantasized about the elder's slender arms reaching around his waist in an attempt to embrace the younger. Kissing his neck as they swayed to an old record playing lowly in the vibrant room. He soon snapped out of thoughts and tried on the next one.
He liked this one the most. It was a white skirt, coming a little above mid-thigh, paired with a baby blue sweater and knee high white socks. He ran a hand through his silver hair and admiried his looks. Yoongi stood in the door way watching as the younger would smile as he examined himself. Soon he turned enough to catch a glimpse of Yoongi leaning against the door frame. "Hyung.. how long have you been there?" The elder smirked a bit. " Not long, you look beautiful. Wear it more often." Then he left. Walking back into his room and shutting the door silently behind him. A blush crept across the slightly tanned skin. Coaxing his ears and working his heart. He wanted to ask Yoongi why he was being so nice since he doesn't particularly compliment Jimin.
He walked to the other's room. About to knock, then it opens. His eyes shut and wait for something to happen. He opens them to find a calm elder who is genuinely confused on why there is someone outside his door. "U-Um hyung I-I just n-need to ask a question." He pulls the younger by his hand into his room and closes the door behind them. "Yes Minnie?" A pet name, something Jimin never heard from Yoongi. "I-I was just w-wondering why you gave me a compliment when you've never done so before." He looked down at his feet. Yoongi leaned over the younger and put his hand against the wall. He took the free hand and tilted Jimin's head up. " Because I couldn't help myself this time. You're just so fuck-able. You make me weak." His whispers, barely audible. Jimin sucks in a deep breath. "H-Hyung, you really mean that?" Yoongi nods. "Let me show you, baby." He leans in and kisses the boy.

If someone were to pick how this ended up, they might've wanted Jimin to be a little less fragile. The poor boy didn't know what to do. He has never been in this tension filled situation... "Y-Yoonie I'm not sure if you're just being mean or if you're doing this out of kindness. Whatever it is, don't mess with my head. You don't hardly talk to me, so why has this come about so suddenly?" Yoongi kisses his forehead and leads him to sit with him on the bed for an explanation. "Jimin, first I would like to apologise for being a dick over the past years. Second, the not talking to you was me being distant so something wouldn't happen like today. Third, I've always have liked you. You're someone I took strongly to and fast. When you first came to live with us, the skirt you had on... Holy Shit, I couldn't help but stare. When you would freely cuddle up next to your giant bear, I would wish upon anything that it was me." He looks at Jimin and whispers. "And the way you bit your bottom lipa when you eye yourself in the mirror. Oh my.. it drives me insane. I just wish I could've gotten a hold of it sooner." The younger's blush deepened as his hands find their way to Yoongi's buttons on his shirt.
He tugs a bit harder as Yoongi becomes impliant with attempt. "Yoongi hyung. I'm not ready for anything more than what you've just done, but I want more of it. If you don't mind." The elder smiles. "Of course." And so it happens. Yoongi pushes him to lay on the bed as he hovers over his small frame. He kisses his lips then wonders to his neck, leaving behind a trail of claimed area before heading to the unknown. He ventures to the boy's hips and grips at them pressing soft kisses to his hip bones. Making the younger's eyes flutter so slightly. He kisses back up, holding his firm grip. He admires the way the pushed up sweater puddles around his thin neck, leading to a soft jaw line. He enjoys the white skirt barely covering the lace panties the boy wore even when it wasn't approved of. The femine of the boy had no effect of him, just the way he made the girly clothing work on such prominent curves he had.
In that moment he had found that he had what he had always been wanting and for so long. An angel.
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