let's get freaky with it

yoonmin: extra excersise

"Prompt for your drabbles! Based off the vid we just saw of Yoongi, Jimin, and Jin hanging out and dancing. Nothing really specific just some Yoonmin smut scene when Jin has to leave. Maybe as kinky as possible ;) *hope that wasnt too much*" sent by anonymous!

the staff leaves the room as soon as the vlive ends. seokjin's already gathering his things to leave, checking his phone to make sure the delivery order went through.

"alright, i've got the order in," he announces, looking back at yoongi and jimin on the couch. "i'll grab it from the front and meet you guys in the other room?"

"sure," jimin waves it off. yoongi glances over at him. he's acting like he's impatient.

"...alright," yoongi adds belatedly as he looks back over, nodding once.

seokjin bids them goodbye as he slips out of the room, leaving jimin and yoongi alone.

"fuck."

jimin's curse is almost as surprising as the way he pounces onto yoongi, straddling his legs and hips and pressing his tongue into his mouth without much warning. yoongi's voice goes muffled into jimin's lips as jimin wastes no time in grinding himself down.

"ji-" yoongi tries, jimin slipping off his beanie and running his fingers through his hair. yoongi manages to push jimin off for a moment, interjecting, "jimin."

"hyung, please," jimin breathes out as he closes his eyes and faces down. he looks desperate. upset that yoongi stopped him. "you just- you look so fucking good-"

"hey," yoongi cuts in, forcing jimin's gaze up with a hand on his chin. "i didn't say you could stop." he almost laughs at the way jimin's eyes go darker. "just go lock the door first."

it's quick the way jimin slides off yoongi's lap, black clothes ruffled in the same way yoongi's hair is mussed. he locks the door, checking to make sure it won't open, before facing back.

god, jimin looks fucking delicious.

"come here," yoongi urges, and jimin steps forward before sinking back down onto his lap, cock already hard in his jeans. "dinner'll be here soon. so don't waste any time, hm?"

jimin lets out a groan in the back of his throat as he dives to kiss yoongi, licking his lips, grinding his hips, making yoongi struggle to stay quiet. he knows exactly the way to make him cry out, but for the sake of the building, he'll settle with teasing him through and through.

jimin pulls away from yoongi's mouth with a pop, lips swollen and skin already sheening. the sweat from dancing earlier already has them worked up, yoongi's voice whimpering at the way jimin's hips move. deep, slow, and all he wants is more.

"like it when i grind my cock on you, baby?" jimin asks, voice huskier than usual. reminds yoongi of the way jimin performs live. deep, powerful, dripping sweat and sex. the thought alone makes yoongi have to cover his mouth to muffle a groan that escapes his body. "'cause you like it when i use you?"

"f-fuck," yoongi gasps out as he closes his eyes, his cock leaking precome into his underwear. jimin braces himself with hands on yoongi's shoulders, the slow drag of his hips making yoongi lose his fucking mind. "god- fuck, jimin-"

jimin leans down close to yoongi's ear, his breath hot and his voice soft.

"that's not my name."

yoongi shudders, feeling his body twitch. jimin hums as he licks yoongi's ear, bottom to top. he falls into smaller pieces as jimin sinks his teeth down into the side of his neck, sucking a bruise into the skin.

"h-hyung-" yoongi finally lets the word escape, and he can feel jimin's smile.

"good job, baby," jimin praises. "hyung will make you feel so good."

jimin pulls off, stopping for just a moment to look at the red spot he'd left behind before reaching and grabbing yoongi's arms at his sides, raising them up to pin his wrists against the back of the couch.

yoongi's a mess underneath him. his hair starting to mat down, breathing heavy, cock hard and desperate, aching against the denim of his jeans. jimin studies him for a long moment, smirking when yoongi swallows at the lack of movement.

"what are you?" he asks. yoongi breathes in.

"yours."

"and what am i?"

"m-mine."

jimin rewards yoongi's answer with a grind into his cock, yoongi's back arching at the sudden shot of pleasure up his spine.

"how long can you hold yourself, baby?" jimin asks, almost musing aloud. "you look so fucking close."

"'m so- s-so close, hyung," yoongi manages, opening his eyes to see jimin looking down at him like he's a meal. "please- please."

"you know you have to make hyung come first, don't you?" jimin says. yoongi nods a few times in succession, trying to catch himself. "you're my little toy, and i'll use you as long as i like."

yoongi's brain goes a little foggy then as jimin starts to get himself off, grinding his hips into yoongi's, breathing heavier as he gets closer. yoongi lets himself go a little limper, lets jimin hold him a little tighter.

just lets jimin use him. because that's what he's always been good for, being used.

"fuck, baby," jimin groans, hips gaining speed, hands curling on yoongi's wrists even tighter. "so fucking good for me, letting me fuck myself on you." jimin's thrusts get deeper, harder. "you'll make hyung come, right? like a good toy."

yoongi's muscles tense then, thighs and arms flexing. jimin feels it underneath him, in his grip, and he gasps as he comes, letting go of yoongi's wrists completely and falling forward to ride out the pleasure.

yoongi swallows as jimin raises himself back up, catching his breath before letting a smile grace his lips.

"baby wants to come, hm?" he says, and yoongi's whine is enough of an answer.

before yoongi can register, jimin slips off to the side and urges yoongi to hover over him instead, situating yoongi to straddle his thigh. it's thick between his legs, his cock dragging against his jeans and the friction of jimin's.

"fuck hyung's thigh, let's see how much you want it."

without another thought, yoongi humps jimin's thigh, grinding his hips down at a pace he didn't think he could still reach after dancing so much earlier. jimin tenses his thigh, the muscle thick and hard for yoongi to fuck.

"h-hyung- c-come-" yoongi whines as he feels his cock throbbing before he comes, gasping as he stops completely, hips shaking with each shock he gets. his voice feels raw as he moans, grinding down again to overstimulate himself, be sure that he's completely fallen apart before jimin can take him any further down.

"what a good boy," jimin hums, just as his phone chimes. he reaches over for it, checking his texts as yoongi catches his breath. "dinner's here. why don't you be good for hyung and stay here while i go get some shorts for you to wear, hm?"

yoongi whines at the idea of losing jimin's touch for even a second, but obliges, letting him stand up after sliding off his thigh. he still feels a bit foggy, a little empty. even sweatier than when they started playing the dance game.

jimin leaves and comes back with shorts for yoongi to wear, helping slip them on in place of his jeans before sitting back down and opening his arms for yoongi to fall in.

"after all that excersise, i think the best thing for you now is some dinner," he teases, and yoongi frowns a little as he settles into jimin's chest. "maybe you should have more than just the rice." all yoongi gives back in response is a whine and his head burying further into jimin.

seokjin lays out all the food as they all sit to eat, giving them a strange look when jimin slides some of his noodles yoongi's way. all yoongi can do is eat, smiling to himself when he feels jimin watching him with apt attention. he looks up, and the look in jimin's eyes says enough.

good boy.