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jimin stumbled backwards through the doorway, yoongi’s lips never leaving his own. yoongi kicked his leg backwards to shut the door behind them, all the while his hands busy pulling jimin’s top off. jimin dragged yoongi backwards, helping remove his shirt, throwing it somewhere in the room. yoongi licked and sucked at jimin’s neck, all the while pushing jimin back onto the bed. they landed, yoongi straddling jimin’s waist, biting his neck all the while. marking him up. making him pretty.
jimin gasped, thrusting up against yoongi’s warm body, aching for the friction. yoongi hissed against jimin’s neck, moving back to jimin’s lips, thrusting his tongue into jimin’s mouth. jimin groaned into his mouth and interlocked his hands into yoongi’s hair before craving more, so much more.
reluctantly, jimin removed his small hands from yoongi’s black mop of hair in order to find his hands grasping at the bottom of yoongi’s shirt, sitting up to make it easier to pull his shirt off of him. jimin ate up the sight of yoongi’s shirtless body, just like he always did. yoongi bit at jimin’s collarbone and jimin reacted by digging his nails into yoongi’s back, dragging them up, gasping and moaning.
jimin’s nails felt over a bump on yoongi’s back. just a tiny bump. jimin ran his fingers over it again. he pushed yoongi back, yoongi whining at the lack of his mouth on jimin’s body.
“is that a spot on your back?” jimin asked, breathless.
yoongi stared at him, blinking fast and breathing heavy, “what the fuck, jimin?”
“you know,” jimin insisted, “a spot. a zit. a pimple, whatever you wanna call it.”
yoongi was incredulous. he shook his head violently, pushing at jimin, crawling backwards as well in order to stop straddling jimin, moving down the bed away from him, “no. no, no, this is not a thing you have. this is not a kink. you are not popping my spot to get your dick harder.”
jimin shrieked, slapping yoongi on the arm, “you’re disgusting! of course it’s not a kink! i can’t think of anything less sexy than popping a spot, what the fuck yoongi?”
yoongi responded with his own slap on jimin’s arm, “you know what’s less sexy? pointing out that i have a spot on my back when we could be fucking! i could have your dick in my mouth by now, jimin. how is this worth anyone’s time?”
yoongi sighed, crossing his arms. jimin giggled sheepishly, running his hand through his messy blond hair.
“alright jimin,” yoongi stared hard at jimin from across the bed, “just put your dick in my mouth.”
jimin squeaked, blushing, but didn’t move any closer.
“yoongi, before you do,” jimin started, talking over yoongi’s protests, “let me pop your spot. it’s not my kink! it’s not sexy! it’s before the sexy. it’s just my guilty pleasure.”
yoongi blinked.
jimin waited.
“honestly, what the fuck is wrong with you?” yoongi groaned and jimin giggled again, “why are you so fucking gross? we had a nice dinner, you look really hot, we were about to fuck and now you want to pop my zit?”
jimin pouted, “yoongi. just let me do it. blame my mother, whenever i had a spot she had to pop it for me. i get it from her. just,” jimin outstretched his arms, hands clenching in a “gimme gimme” motion, “let me at your back, honey bun.”
yoongi groaned again but moved forward and jimin’s face lit up. hesitantly, he positioned his back towards jiminn and jimin eagerly grabbed his shoulders to position yoongi how he wanted. now he could see, just a little red spot near yoongi’s shoulders.
“just so you know yoongi,” jimin kissed the back of yoongi’s neck and smiled contentedly when yoongi’s shoulders visibly relaxed at jimin’s touch, “my dick has never been softer.” yoongi snorted, his shoulders shaking with laughter. jimin traced the scratches he’d made earlier on yoongi’s back gently with his fingertips, the red already fading.
“ah,” jimin hummed, “i’ll have to mark you up a bit more later. they’re fading,” he pouted, despite yoongi not being able to see it, “i can already tell my neck is absolutely black and purple.” yoongi didn’t respond audibly but jimin could tell without even checking that he was smirking proudly to himself.
jimin moved his small fingers to the pimple on yoongi’s back and positioned his thumbs around it.
“you ready, yoongi?”
yoongi sighed, throwing his head back, just for jimin to use his hands to push his head forward again, “jimin, i do not give a fuck. just hurry up so we can have sex, for the love of god.”
jimin flicked the side of yoongi’s neck, ignoring the scolding he got for it before repositioning his hands to their spot popping position. he dug his nails in and proceeded to pop the villain taking refuge on yoongi’s back.
“ow! jimin, what the fuck!” yoongi whined and groaned, “it hurts, you bastard. are you a sadist? is this why you’re doing this? oh my god, is your dick hard? are you hard because i’m probably bleeding?”
jimin rolled his eyes as yoongi complained, simply leaning over to grab tissues from the bed side table and wipe away the pus.
“no, yoongi, my dick is not hard. if it was hard because i hurt you,” jimin flicked yoongi in the head, throwing the tissue far away, “it’d probably now be soft because of your whining like a little bitch.”
yoongi turned around, gaping. jimin giggled as yoongi leapt on him by the shoulders, pushing him flat against the mattress. yoongi moved his hands from on jimin’s shoulders to underneath them, tickling him under the armpits. jimin screeched, kicking and pushing at yoongi through his cackling, yoongi holding him down him like a leech.
“take that, you gross little shit,” yoongi teased, letting out a victorious cackle before leaning down and kissing jimin briefly on the lips through their smiles. kissed him briefly on the nose, kissed him on the forehead, each cheek, his chin. jimin smiled up at him, content. jimin craned his neck up and kissed yoongi gently on the lips, slow, unrushed.
calm.
“i love you,” jimin whispered, stroking yoongi’s face and yoongi leaned into the touch, smiling.
“i love you too,” yoongi whispered back, his words as soft as jimin’s, “even though you’re really fucking gross.”
jimin sighed, pouting playfully, lips pursed.
“hey, yoongi,” jimin’s voice sounded out, gentle, “do you have to suck my dick? i just want to cuddle.”
yoongi laughed aloud, rolling off of jimin.
“oh thank god,” yoongi sighed, clutching onto jimin, arranging the pair of them into his favourite cuddling position. jimin sighed, content.
(he was slightly less content later, when yoongi continued to start complain that his back hurt again and insisting jimin had to be a sadist. when jimin had finally thought he was done, yoongi then went on to remind jimin that if anything, his dick would probably be harder by yoongi "whining like a little bitch." he only shut up when jimin hit him in the face with a pillow.)