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Jimin is used to it by now, after almost three years of relationship and one year and a half into leaving together yet, he still gets surprised every time he arrives home and Yoongi is...being his pretty self. And Jimin remembers that today is cleaning day so it makes perfectly sense that Yoongi is wearing a maid costume and it’s currently vacuuming the living room.
Other days Jimin comes home and finds a delicious smell and when he reaches the kitchen he is met with his own personal little chef, white and short immaculate outfit along the characteristic long hat.
This time Yoongi finishes with the cleaning and tells him to order pizza because he needs to finish something he is working on. Jimin smiles and agrees.
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It’s a Friday night when Jimin comes home and doesn’t understand at the beginning (he'll ignore the way his dick twitched at the first sight), Yoongi is practically almost bend over the back of the couch and when he finally sees Jimin just standing there he takes a few shaky steps towards him.
"Welcome home" he licks his lower puffy pink lip. His cheeks are brightly flushed; he is actually flushed from his neck up.
"Hi..." Jimin stares and Yoongi fidgets on his spot. Jimin takes in the whole image. Yoongi is wearing a really, really tiny black short, Jimin probably has bigger boxers, and he can distinguish what looks like a tail behind him, he is wearing a black crop top leaving his pierced bellybutton in sight, he also has sharp triangle ears on top of his head and black and white soft and fluffy paws on hands and feet.
"...I don’t get it" Jimin’s voice comes equals husky and broken because he doesn’t want to misunderstand but really, the sight and his dick are making the task harder.
Yoongi looks up, his breathing elaborated and when he opens his mouth a little gasp leaves his throat before his words. "The...the tail is-" he gnaws on his bottom lip and looks Jimin straight in the eyes. "…it’s vibrating"
"Fuck"
Jimin’s bag is on the floor and he is soon grabbing his boyfriend by the waist bringing him closer so they can kiss, deeply and sloppy and everything around Jimin has become so hot in mere seconds.
Yoongi circles his arms around his neck and with a little impulse he has his legs wrapped around him as well. Jimin is more than capable of supporting him and Yoongi secretly enjoys those displays of strength.
Jimin shoves him on the empty dining table, “Damn it, Yoongi” he is out of his shirt and belt in seconds while Yoongi smiles mischievously and turns around on his hand and knees, ass up chest down.
“Fuck me” His voice always gets on Jimin’s nerves. “Please”
Jimin snorts, “Are you doubting on me?”
And fuck they do.
Yoongi tells him later to carry him to the bathroom and Jimin is more than willing to pamper him under the shower.
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Jimin hasn’t totally woken up but he is almost there, Yoongi doesn’t want to wait anymore though, he has woken up half an hour ago and he is feeling really horny at the moment.
Actions need to happen now.
“What am I?” a teenager? He mumbles and shifts under the covers to peer over them, the windows are covered but he can trace a small light from under the curtains.
He sighs and kicks the covers away from his body because he is suddenly way too hot –and Jimin’s still sleeping.
Yoongi tilts his head towards his boyfriend and then back to the ceiling. He takes off his shirt first and then rolls on his back. He decides a minute later that his boxers need to go as well along with the sheet still over Jimin’s body,
“Jimin” he calls as his underwear lands on the closer chair to the bed.
After no replay, Yoongi smirks and crosses one leg above the younger to end up straddling him, pressing down on his covered cock.
“Jimin…” Yoongi mumbles over his lips and presses his ass against his crotch more insistently.
“Mh…” Jimin brings his hands up and they land on bare hips, he opens his eyes and the first thing he sees are gorgeous eyes fixed on him, then pink lips and pure milky white skin –his gorgeous very naked boyfriend demanding attention. .
Jimin can’t ignore that or the hard on he’s already sporting.
Good job Min fucking Yoongi.
“C’mon!” Yoongi pecks him. “I know you want it”
“What should I suppose to want?”
“Get your dick inside me” he winks.
Well…yeah. Jimin is not going to even try to joke with that.
He sits up shoving Yoongi aside, flipping their positions.
At some point, Yoongi’s right leg ends up on his shoulder while the other is bent towards his chest and even like that, with Jimin pounding hard against him, he still asks for more –and complains about the temperature.
Jimin will give him everything –including getting on his feet with a ranging boner to turn on the AC (why was it turned off? He doesn’t know.)
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Yoongi is pouting, Jimin thinks is cute. Yoongi also turns around from his laptop, spots him and throws a cushion at his face.
“What?” Jimin takes the fluffy heart shaped thing and sits next to him on the sofa. Yoongi is wearing this dark blue sailor outfit because they’re going to eat seafood for lunch.
“I don’t feel inspired”
“Then write later” Yoongi sighs again and throws another cushion at him. Jimin catches it grinning, “Maybe you should relax a bit more”
“How?”
“I don’t know”
Yoongi turns to him catching the mischievous glint in Jimin’s eyes. “Maybe I could bring that pink thing you like so much” Yoongi instantly blushes, “You seem to love a lot when I make you cum with it. That should relax you good”
Yoongi leans to reach the small sofa by his side for more throw pillows; Jimin gets ready to catch the next projectile. Yoongi doesn’t throw it though instead hugs it against his chest. “I just need to finish this soon”
His pout has increased, his eyes glistening and Jimin has always been weak to it. “How can I help?” He is saying it for real this time. Worry in his tone.
“Bring it” The cushion hits Jimin right in the face.
Yoongi manages to finish his new project later that night –technically at 2:15am, after they ate and fucked on the living room carpet (and ate again.)
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Jimin has his eyes fixed on his phone.
Yoongi is waiting for him at home in a short red dress, barefoot and sitting on their bed, Jimin can see the TV on behind him but not much details apart from that of the room because in the picture Yoongi sent him Jimin’s eyes keep going straight to what Yoongi is showing to him in between his thighs where the silky fabric of the dress is being pulled upwards reveling everything.
“Hey!” Hoseok calls him. “Are you okay?”
“I need to go home” Jimin finally looks up when Hoseok gets closer, “I mean, if you don’t need me anymore”
“Well, I guess we are done for today though J–”
“I see you tomorrow then!”
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“I bet your house dynamic is as ugly and boring as you two.” Taehyung teases, clinging to Jeongguk’s arms.
“Yep” Jimin steals another dumpling.
“That’s why they don’t want us to go there, Jeonggukie”
Jimin nods again.
“Or maybe Jimin just don’t want you to see his boyfriend” Jeongguk takes a sip of his drink and winks at Jimin to shift his gaze somewhere behind.
Jimin and Taehyung turn to see what it is. Who it is.
Jimin almost lets his chopsticks fall along with the food still in his mouth that he swallows roughly.
Yoongi spots them and walks towards them, taking a seat next to Jimin whom to his own amaze has managed to keep his shit together. Taehyung on the other side is gawking with sparkling eyes.
“Yah! Yoongi-hyung!” he turns to Jimin, “He is too much for you” again towards the blond. “Why don’t you leave him and join us, hyung? We can have a hot and lovely threesome relationship w–”
Jimin throws a piece of cucumber at him before leaning in his seat setting his left arm over Yoongi’s shoulders, bringing him closer to his own body.
While Yoongi can look really, really good in those outfits he loves to dress with; he definitely looks more than stunning with simple black skinny jeans, a tee and his favorite black leather jacket.
(Jimin will always love him better naked, of course.)
And while Taehyung bickers with a Jeongguk that pretends to ignore him, Yoongi leans to whisper, lips brushing against Jimin’s earlobe. “Sorry, I’m late”
“No worries”