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There were many things Yoongi liked. Coffee, music, pianos, photography, cooking.
But Jimin's ass definitely had to be number one.
The younger was above him currently, moaning and whining and whimpering as he bounced on his hyung's dick, small hands gripping desperately at the older's chest and shoulders. Yoongi was laying on his back, body all nice and relaxed against the bed, head resting on his pillow as all he had to do was lay back and enjoy the show.
"H-H-Hyu-u-ungg.." Jimin choked out desperately, tears running down his face, saliva dripping from his stuttering lips. Yoongi could tell that he was trying to say something, but his brain was simply too far gone. Still though, Yoongi egged him on.
"What is it, baby. Use your words," he said, hooded eyes staring up at his dongsaeng and knowing damn well that the younger would have trouble speaking.
Jimin blubbered out something incomprehensible, shaking his head lightly with a whine. Yoongi's hand came at his ass with a rough slap, earning a yelp out of the younger.
"I said speak."
Jimin gave a gentle sob, slowing his hips down to a stop as his voice quivered out, attempting to speak. But before he could, Yoongi had spanked him again, this smack even harder than the first.
"I didn't tell you to slow down, huh?" Yoongi scolded, furrowing his brows up at the younger. "You're gonna talk to me and ride me, slut. You can do both."
"N-No, I ca-aaaann't.." Jimin whined shakily, teary eyes blinking down at the other for mercy. Unfortunately for him, Yoongi wasn't in a particularly nice mood.
He spanked Jimin a third time, gripping and squeezing at his ass harshly and making the younger jump.
"You better start fucking moving," Yoongi demanded in a low tone close to a growl. "Or I promise I'll make this shit worse. You remember those bullet vibrators?"
Jimin's eyes widened, brimming with fear.
"I can get up and get those right now," Yoongi continued, gripping Jimin's hips dangerously. "You think this is hard? See how hard it is when I'm fucking those things deeper into you."
Jimin shook his head desperately, starting his hips up and riding Yoongi like his life depended on it, and the latter loved every second of it. The bed creaked and bounced and shook, the sound adding onto the pleasure of those slick, hot, tight walls massaging over every inch of Yoongi's length. It made his mind melt, made his heart feel like it was going to jump out of his throat. As mean as he could be to Jimin sometimes (most of the time, actually), he had to admit that the boy really knew how to work.
And the sight of it all was just the cherry on top. Jimin's perfect, muscle-toned body glistening with sweat, abs flexing and dark hair bouncing in and out of his eyes, plump-plush lips quivering and releasing sounds too heavenly to be real. It made Yoongi want to fuck the boy until they'd both pass out.
As Jimin fucked himself on him, he moved the younger's hips with him, encouraging his dongsaeng to ride him further.
"Speak, Jimin," Yoongi said again in a warning tone, and the poor boy blubbered out whatever incoherent sentence he could manage, something along the lines of "feels good" and "too fast" and "gonna cum". Yoongi simply laughed at him, though the shaky breathlessness of it was evident enough of his own incoming orgasm. They'd been at this for a while now, fucking in the darkness of their bedroom at the dead of night. The perfect atmosphere for a ride like this.
Jimin was drooling all over the both of them now, body trembling as he fought to keep a stable balance and not just topple over. Yoongi wouldn't mind if he did - he'd just crawl on top and take control over the whole thing, but he certainly enjoyed the sight of his baby struggling like this. He spanked Jimin again and again, growling out in pure ecstasy as Jimin rubbed between his walls just right, nonstop, watching in satisfaction as Jimin simply sobbed and stuttered above him. It was almost painful how good it all felt.
Jimin was the one to hit his high first, suddenly freezing up and shivering from head to toe as he squirt ropes upon ropes of thick white over Yoongi, landing messily on the older's stomach and chest. And as Jimin was caught in the shock of his orgasm, Yoongi took the opportunity to flip the both of them over, roughly manhandling the boy onto his back so that he himself could be on top. As soon as he was, his hips began working with pure, raw need, too caught up in the sexual desperation for his own orgasm to care for the way Jimin started squealing and squirming beneath him in over stimulation. Well, he did care for it, but only in ways that were sadistic. He always liked watching the younger struggle and cry underneath him.
He fucked him to the point the build-up got too much, throat raw and scratchy with the repeated growling and panting, and lungs burning for the need of oxygen, but he paid it no mind - only focusing on what his dick was saying. Which was "more, more, more." The slippery wet feeling and Jimin's pleading cries for mercy were pushing all the right buttons, and his own orgasm hit him like a lightning strike. It shook through him, running deep into his bones and practically yanking his soul out through his cock, which he pumped into Jimin again and again and again, hips ramming into the boy again and again and again to milk himself dry, until he finally pushed himself in deep and collapsed on top of the other.
Panting, exhausted, sweaty, and messy, they both lay like that for a long while. Yoongi was relaxed, feeling like he'd just had the best massage in the world, while Jimin still trembled and hiccupped under him, body not having quite calmed down from the experience yet. Yoongi chuckled and pressed little kisses against the other's throat and chest until he too had chilled out.
"That was good," Yoongi sighed out, beyond satisfied, face buried in the other's neck.
"Uhuh..." was all Jimin could breathe in agreement.
Yoongi grinned and lifted his face from Jimin's neck, smiling down at him to admire the younger for a moment. Jimin's eyes were shut, tears staining his face along with the saliva that glistened here and there on parted, reddened lips. His hair was messy, the fringes sticking to his sweaty forehead, and his chest rose softly up and down. He looked like he was about to pass out any moment. With an affectionate hum, Yoongi slowly and gently pulled himself out of the other, wincing at the sensitive feeling of the semen and tightness.
"My cute baby," Yoongi whispered, kissing Jimin on his resting face. "You did good, my bubbly bouncy baby."
Jimin could only acknowledge the praise with a barely audible moan, which earned him another kiss on the cheek. Yoongi rest his head on the younger's chest, Yoongi closed his eyes.
"Same time next week, then?" he whispered again, and this time Jimin didn't respond, having likely passed out now. Yoongi felt himself smile again, brain spinning around on the serotonin of after-sex.
"Love you," was all he breathed out, before diving into sleep with Jimin.
And then they were both out before the sun could rise.