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Jimin’s eyes reluctantly fluttered open when his cellphone started ringing from his bed stand. With an annoyed sigh, he reached other and blindly tried to find said phone. Once he had found it, Jimin brought the phone to his ear and spoke, his voice husky from sleeping, “Hello?”
“Jimin!” A too-loud voice called through the phone. The voice returned, though much quieter, “Did I wake you?” Jimin was able to place the voice in a second. Min Yoongi was calling him at 2 am. Min Yoongi is barely awake at 2 pm.
“Yeah, but it’s fine.” The black haired male ran his hand through his hair and closed his eyes. “What’s wrong, hyung? Why’d you call me so late?”
“Uhh…” the line went dead for awhile except for quiet background talking and then a louder laugh broke the mostly silence. “C-can,” Yoongi hiccuped, “you pick me up?” The older man had a drowsy tone to his voice as he spoke. It was obvious what was going on; Yoongi was drunk.
A sigh rang through the phone. For most people, he'd say no, but… “Yea, I’ll come get you.” Jimin opened his eyes back up and reluctantly sat up. “Hyung, where are you?” He asked while pulling on a pair of black jeans.
Yoongi hummed softly for a second before replying, “The o-only bar I like. Oh, gotta go, Jimin!”
“Hy-” The phone call was ended. “-ung. Dammit.” Jimin locked his phone and slipped it into the pocket of his jacket. He ran a hand through his hair as he walked quickly out of his apartment and out to his car. The only bar Yoongi liked? Alright, wasn’t the worst clue drunk Yoongi could’ve given. In no time, Jimin was pulling up to the bar. It wasn’t hard to find his hyung; most people don’t have silver hair like Yoongi. It also wasn’t hard to get him into the passenger’s seat; he seemed eager to leave the bar.
“Alright, let’s get you home now,” Jimin said as he buckled his seatbelt and turned the key in the ignition. The engine roared to life, and the car was turned around before it started to drive away.
Yoongi was about to speak, but he was interrupted by a hiccup. “I-I don’t wanna go to my dorm,” he slurred and rested his head against the seat, looking at Jimin. “Jin isn’t there… It’ll b-be boring.” The older man huffed. Jimin raised an eyebrow in the direction of Yoongi but didn’t take his eyes off of the road… At least for not too long. He would’ve suggested the silver haired man spending the night with him, but with Hoseok and Taehyung also out, he’d have to handle a drunk Yoongi by himself. After a few more moments, Jimin huffed out a sigh and looked at the older.
“You can come with me. Nobody’s there right now.” The younger noticed his hyung’s eyes light up and a smile tug on his lips. Maybe drunk Yoongi isn’t the worst thing after all, Jimin thinks to himself.
A few minutes later, Jimin was letting his friend lean on him and helped him up to Taehyung, Hoseok and his dorm. Once the two got inside the dorm, Yoongi was handed a cup of water to drink. Jimin wouldn’t let him go to bed until it was gone. “Okay, o-okay,” he hiccuped, “It’s gone.” The silver haired male walked over to Jimin and leaned on him again, head on his shoulder. “Thanks, Jimin.”
The black haired man smiled softly and ruffled his friend’s hair. “No problem, hyung. Let’s get you into bed before you get sick or something.” Yoongi nodded and let Jimin lead him to his bed as the former hummed softly.
“I won’t get sick,” he said quietly before he was lied down. Jimin raised an eyebrow.
“You never know. Who knows if you're the best with holding your liquor.”
“...I won’t get sick because I don't like alcohol,” Yoongi’s voice was still quiet, but he lifted his head to look at the perplexed male.
“You…-” Jimin furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head, displaying his confusion.
“I’m not drunk, Jimin,” his hyung stated firmly and leaned in just close enough to where he could feel the other’s breath on his lips and vice versa.
“Hyung?” Jimin’s voice was nervous, though he couldn’t keep his eyes off of the lips of his hyung. His heart was pounding and the nerves kept rising the longer Yoongi got so close without doing anything. He couldn’t take it another second. “Hyung.” Jimin’s voice was a lot more confident this time as he leaned in the rest of the way, connecting his lips with Yoongi’s own. They quickly found a slow rhythm while Jimin reached up to cup the older’s cheek. The kiss broke not too long after it started, and the two locked eyes.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” Yoongi whispered against Jimin’s lips.
“Me too.” The dancer smirked and pulled the other closer by the waist, which his arms were now wrapped around. He reconnected their lips more firmly the second time. When Yoongi eagerly returned the kiss, Jimin ran his tongue along the other’s bottom lip. He happily parted his lips and the tongues were instantly brought into a heated fight for dominance. Jimin was being more dominant than Yoongi would've initially preferred, but for some reason, the silver haired man didn’t mind that as much as he thought he would.
It did surprise the younger when his hyung forfeited and let him win. Though he definitely liked the thought of taking control of the normally cranky older man. What he wouldn't give to have the man unraveling into a mess just from his touches and feather kisses. Jimin took the opportunity and lead the kiss into a mess of teeth and tongues. With two steps forward, he had Yoongi falling onto the bed behind him, and Jimin was quick to crawl over him, straddling his hips. A small moan spilled from the older’s lips, much to his dismay. A faint blush blossomed on his face but was glad when he realized that Jimin wouldn’t notice because they both had their eyes closed. Though that didn’t mean Jimin didn’t hear the aforementioned moan. It lit something in him suddenly; he wanted, no, needed to hear more. With a smirk, Jimin ground his hips into the ones below him. Both men let out a moan into their kiss. Though Yoongi’s was strangled from his attempt to hold it back. Jimin couldn’t have that, no, not at all. The dancer let his hand roam under the other’s shirt and ran it over Yoongi’s chest and abdomen, lightly tracing every dip and crevice. At the same time, a particularly hard thrust down caused Yoongi to have to pull away from the kiss, panting heavily.
“J-Jimin,” the older moaned out and replied with grinding back up just as hard. To spare what pride he had left, Yoongi kept his half-lidded eyes away from Jimin’s as he couldn’t keep his moans back.
“Baby, look at me,” Jimin mumbled huskily into Yoongi’s ear, running his tongue along the shell. A shiver ran up Yoongi’s spine, and he bite his lip as he slowly turned his head to face the younger. “Good boy.” Jimin left a trail of kisses from the other’s lips to his cheek to his neck. He only stopped to sit up and pull the useless shirt off of the body he craved to see. “You’re so beautiful,” the younger leaned down to kiss his hyung. “So perfect.” Oh god, Yoongi couldn’t describe how much the praises affected him. He really needed Jimin soon or he’ll go insane. Though he wasn’t about to just say that openly.
Jimin’s hand slowly traced the torso before him, only very lightly going over Yoongi’s nipples when he got there and stopped before his hand got to the waistband, lingering needlessly. Jimin sat up to look his hyung in the eyes when he unzipped his jeans and tugged them down by the belt loops, leaving the older in only his boxers. Yoongi’s parted red lips, flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes were really a sight to see. The occasional noise that past his lips topped it off grandly.
“T-take off your clothes, too,” Yoongi breathed out once his jeans were tossed to the dorm floor. It was only fair, after all. Thankfully, Jimin also thought so and was soon stripping himself of his jacket, shirt and jeans. They joined the other clothes that lay forgotten on the floor. Right after, he replaced himself over Yoongi and greeted him with an eager kiss.
“God, you’re so beautiful, baby,” Jimin mumbled against the kiss. Yoongi clenched his fists and moaned softly. He really loved that nickname.
The silver haired man choked on another moan before he spoke up breathlessly, “T-Touch me…” A devious smirk appeared on the younger’s lips.
“Hm?”
“Touch me… Do something.” The soft blush reappeared on Yoongi’s face as he repeated the request. The dancer softly hummed softly while leaning down to the silver haired man’s ear. Softly but huskily, he growled one simply word into Yoongi’s ear.
“Beg.”
Oh hell no, Yoongi was not about to beg especially not for someone younger than him. Especially not Jimin. The older’s present blush got a few shades darker at the order in a voice laced with sex and because of the needy moan that came out of his mouth when Jimin’s hot breath hit his ear. Careful not to hit Jimin’s head against his own, Yoongi shook his head. The dancer smirked against the skin on his hyung’s neck. One of his hands found its way into his hyung’s silver locks and grasped the hair tightly, forcing a sharp moan from the owner. “Maybe we should stop then?”
Yoongi was stuck at a crossroads here. He didn't want to risk anymore of the price he was holding onto, but he'd been wanting this for months… “Jimin… Just touch me, Jimin… Please.” The ending was only added after a moment’s thought and even then, it was quiet. Obviously Jimin didn’t like that. He needed to hear more. To get what he wanted, his hand lowered itself in front of his hyung’s boxer-clad crotch, but all he did was knead Yoongi’s cock quite hard and pull away rather quickly. The action barely relieved the growing pressure from Yoongi’s cock. He wanted to cry as he gasped loudly and bucked up into Jimin’s awaiting hand; he couldn't handle any form of teasing in the state he's in. All rationality went out the window right then and there; words just flew from his mouth at a rapid pace without a second thought.
“God dam-... P-please! Touch me, fuck me. Please, f-uck me hard. Fuck me until I can’t remember my name, until can’t walk in the morning!” Yoongi’s shut his eyes tightly and panted heavily before calling out, “Please, daddy. P-please.”
Jimin’s breathing instantly halted at one certain word Yoongi had let fall from his lips without hesitation. The dancer’s eyes went wide and black with overwhelming lust, and his bottom lip found it’s way between his teeth. Breathing against the silver haired man’s ear, he whispered with a voice dripping with lust, “Say that again.”
That’s when what Yoongi had said finally registered in his mind. His face bloomed in shameful color instantly. “I-I…Ji-... What? I...” He didn’t know what to say to cover up what he had said. Not only did he beg, but he had called Jimin “daddy”. Daddy for fuck’s sake!
“I said, say. That. Again.” Jimin’s assertive tone combined with the hot breath on his ear turned the older on beyond belief. He couldn’t help but buck up into the younger once again for desperately needed attention. But before much contact was made, Jimin moved himself out of reach. Yoongi whimpered softly, all pride out the window now. The need for Jimin was too much for the older man to bear anymore.
“Daddy, please,” he begged almost pathetically and let his eyes fall closed. A fire was lit inside of Jimin each time the word slipped out. Without much of a second thought, he reached down to tug off Yoongi's boxers, tossing them carelessly to the floor. The silver haired man’s cock sprang free from its confinement, causing its owner to hiss quietly at the chilled air coming in contact with him. He was suddenly all too aware of his nudity. But his embarrassment was short lived when his eyes fluttered open and a popping sound hit his ears. Yoongi was met with Jimin pouring a generous amount of lube onto his fingers and warming it up by rubbing said fingers together. Yoongi watched the other intently as the fingers were slowly lowered between his own legs. They gently circled the older’s entrance until one finger slowly broke through. A breath was sucked in quickly from the older man. Yoongi placed his hands on Jimin’s shoulders and pulled him down to connect their lips. It was a distraction in the least.
It wasn't long before Jimin added a second digit and began scissoring his fingers to stretch the older. The uncomfortable sounds he heard spill Yoongi’s lips every once in awhile were not what he wanted to hear. His other hand cupped Yoongi’s cheek as he kissed him hard as a distraction. “You're doing good, baby,” Jimin whispered. One more finger slipped in to join the other two. As he was stretched, the silver haired man whimpered. “Shh, you're so good. So beautiful right now. You'll feel so, so good soon. I promise.” And lying, he wasn't. A few moments after he assured Yoongi, said male tensed up and let a loud moan tumble from his lips.
“A-ah! There! Oh my god.” Yoongi’s heavy breathing faltered from the ecstasy he suddenly felt, and his nails dug into the shoulders he still had a tight hold on. He pushed his hips down to try and get Jimin to move deeper. Jimin happily complied and began to massage the bundle of nerves he struck. He applied more pressure (not enough in Yoongi’s opinion) with all three digits. The older man panted loudly and squirmed under Jimin. “Fuck! Please, m-more, daddy...” The younger male kissed down Yoongi’s cheek and neck, stopping to suck a mark on the pale skin every once in awhile. His hand moved down Yoongi’s torso to take ahold of his cock. Slowly, he began to pump his fist, dipping his thumb into the slit as precum began to pool. All the stimulation combined was too much for Yoongi, which was fine because he was far past trying to hold back his embarrassing noises. He let every whimper, mewl and moan fall from his lips.
“You sound so amazing, baby,” Jimin mumbled through the kisses he left on the other’s neck. He ran his tongue along the dark bruise forming to soothe the pain. When Jimin sped up only slightly and squeezed his hand around Yoongi’s member, the latter choked on his breath, feeling a familiar heat in his abdomen.
“S-Stop,” he choked out through his heavy pants. “I'm g-gonna…” He almost instantly regretted telling Jimin to stop when the fingers were removed and suddenly the dancer wasn't touching Yoongi at all. A needy whimper escaped and the only thing the other man felt was a heat on his ear.
“What do you want from me, baby?” Jimin’s voice whispered seductively. He just needed to hear the words from those perfect, soft, red lips again.
A whimper left Yoongi’s mouth before he replied desperately, “Pl-please. Daddy please fuck me.” A triumphant smirk grew upon Jimin’s lips.
“With pleasure.”
The younger male’s hand reached down to tug off the last article of clothing he had on - his boxers. Then he moved to grasp the older’s hips while connecting their lips in a heated kiss. The older man wrapped his legs around Jimin’s waist just as said man pressed the tip of his cock against Yoongi’s entrance. The man gasped into Jimin’s mouth when he slowly began to thrust into the tight, velvety heat of Yoongi. A low moan was drawn out until Jimin’s cock was fully in the other. Soft panting filled the room while Jimin waited for Yoongi to give him a sign to continue. Sometime during all that, Yoongi wrapped his arms around Jimin’s neck and pressed his face into the dancer’s shoulder. When the older whimpered and pushed his hips down, Jimin knew he was ready. Slowly, the younger began to move his hips while speeding up as time passed. He was very much encouraged by the onslaught of delicious mewls and moans that spilled from the silver haired man’s lovely lips. Suddenly, Yoongi’s head flew back and his back arched against Jimin’s bare body.
“A-Ah! Fuck, daddy, yes! There, please… Don’t stop, don’t stop,” Yoongi moaned out loudly when the cock inside of his struck a certain bundle of nerves. Not like he could stop if he wanted to, Jimin pounded into the smaller man, abusing his prostate. Yoongi’s own hips began to move to meet Jimin’s thrusts every time. Every once in awhile, “Don’t stop”, “Daddy” or “More” would fall from the older’s lips. Each thrust brought both men closer and closer to their limit. The amazing heat in Yoongi’s abdomen grew, and he knew release was close. His arms tightened around the other’s neck as he got closer. Both of their pants became shallower, and Yoongi’s moans became more high pitched. An endless chant of “daddy” poured from the silver haired man. Realizing the beautiful man under him was close to orgasm, Jimin reached down and grasped the cock between them, squeezing gently before stroking it in time to his thrusts. The older gasped at the contact and only a few strokes later, strings of white shot out of Yoongi’s cock and coated the two’s abdomens. He screamed into Jimin’s neck as he came, muffling the sound.
The feeling of Yoongi tightening around him was enough to push Jimin over the edge, and a thrust or two later, he was releasing into the gorgeous man below him with a moan of his name. The room was then filled with a comfortable silence except for the heavy panting of the two men. With a lewd ‘pop’, Jimin pulled out of Yoongi and collapsed next to him. An amused smile grew on the younger man’s face while he turned his head to look at the man next to him. The after sex glow radiated off the man next to him as his eyes opened finally.
“So… ‘daddy’, huh?” Jimin mused. He watched as the his hyung’s face instantly reddened and hands flew up to cover his face.
“Shut up,” Yoongi groaned in embarrassment.
“Hey, I’m not complaining.” Jimin reached out and pulled his hyung closer, nuzzling his hair while inhaling deeply. “It was hot.”
“Whatever…” He mumbled and nuzzled the younger’s neck with his eyes now slipping closed. “Sorry that I lied to you about being drunk.” He yawned.
“Don’t worry about it. It led to something pretty fantastic.” Jimin smiled. His eyes fluttered closer and he stroked the smaller man’s hair slowly. “We should probably shower, shouldn’t we?” The words never registered to Yoongi though; he was far too tired. With a small, quiet chuckle, Jimin let himself slip off into a deep sleep, cuddling the man he loved.