a/n: alternate version of yoonmin featuring handcuffs because sugapark and i are more top!yoongi people TuT

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jimin isn’t quite sure how to handle the situation at hand, his fingers shaking as he locks yoongi’s wrists into the handcuffs latched around the headboard.

pink handcuffs.

pink handcuffs with leopard print emblazoned on its metal surface.

seokjin hyung why?

pink, hyung. pink!

thanks a lot.

regardless, yoongi had been very patient and kind, enthusiastically playing along with jimin’s attempts at spicing up their sex life while the younger blindfolded and chained him to the bed.

yoongi can actually feel the tension rolling off of jimin in waves, can sense the hesitation in the stutter of jimin’s breaths as he slowly drags down yoongi’s boxers, passed his hips, down his ankles, and tossing it off to some random corner he can’t see.

“calm down baby, don’t be nervous,” yoongi smiles into the darkness, blinking around the fabric pressed lightly against his eyelids.

an awkward laugh pushes passed jimin’s lips as he straddles yoongi’s waist, running feather light touches down the elder’s sides that have him arching off the bed for more.

“i’m not nervous,” jimin huffs, swallowing hard as he hovers over yoongi’s body to plant a trail of kisses down his chest, stopping just above yoongi’s hips and grazing his teeth along his hip bones.

“good, there’s no reason to be,” yoongi moans, arms straining against their bonds unwillingly as jimin presses a hand back down against his chest rising above the mattress.

taking a little confidence from his boyfriend’s encouraging words, jimin leans down and curls his fingers around the base of his cock, pumping a few times experimentally before licking a sloppy, wet stripe all the way up to the head, pressing his tongue against the ridges of the pulsing veins.

it takes yoongi a bit by surprise as jimin swallows him whole, the warmth of his moist mouth engulfing him in overwhelming pleasure that has him struggling against the handcuffs still locking him in place.

it takes jimin a few tries to calm his gag reflex under control, bobbing up and down steadfastly even against the intrusion passing through his throat.

and it’s driving yoongi crazy how he can’t see exactly what jimin is doing, pushing him passed his limits as jimin’s mouth sucks and drags against his heated flesh.

and it doesn’t take long for yoongi to feel the tension in his muscles as he nears his orgasm, the very excitement of trying something new spurring on his building arousal.

but he’s not ready to let it end so soon.

“jimin, wait,” yoongi pants, breath stuttering in his chest as jimin pulls away with a pop to his lips.

“huh? jimin frowns, uncertainty settling in as he wonders if he’s doing something wrong. "why?”

“let me go,” yoongi shakes his wrists, the cuff’s chains rattling against itself. “unlock it.”

“you don’t like it,” jimin bites his lip to hold back the feelings of rejection, insecurity weighing heavily on his shoulders as he crawls up towards the headboard and unlocks the handcuffs with the key set off to the side.

yoongi sits up, rubbing his wrists before untying the cloth blinding his vision.

jimin is pouting, staring down at his hands.

he looks so sad, like a chastised puppy.

“my turn,” yoongi can’t help the endearing smile that stretches his lips, reaching out to cradle the younger’s face lovingly before drawing him into a kiss.

jimin blinks in confusion, still frowning.

but he slowly begins to melt into yoongi’s hands, insecurity vanishing away with every soft touch, every lick of the tongue as the elder presses him down into the mattress.

and this time, yoongi takes control, slowly stretching jimin out with gentle, coated fingers, twisting and scissoring into the tight ring of musles just so until he’s certain jimin is thoroughly prepared.

sliding his fingers back out, yoongi rolls on a condom as jimin gazes at him with his thighs spread open, eyelids fluttering as he watches yoongi slick himself up liberally before helping jimin sit back up.

“come here,” yoongi pulls jimin onto his lap, positioning the head of his cock with jimin’s hole. “i want you to ride me.”

jimin presses his sweaty forehead into the crook of yoongi’s neck as he slowly sinks down until he’s buried to the hilt, his muscles relaxing around the foreign penetration in his body while yoongi’s warm hands rub up and down his sides in a soothing manner.

“you okay?” yoongi asks, wiping away the sweat damp hair clinging to jimin’s forehead.

jimin nods frantically in response, slowly beginning to move his body up and down as he clutches onto yoongi’s shoulders for support.

“yes,” jimin breathes, eyes falling shut as yoongi’s hands guide his hips in slow, smooth circles. “hyung please.”

taking that as all the confirmation he needs, yoongi starts to rock up into jimin’s body in an unhurried pace, taking his time to thoroughly shake jimin apart at the seams with smooth, deeper thrusts that penetrate further and have him breathing heavily into the skin of yoongi’s neck.

and it manages to end rather quickly as it doesn’t take very long for either of them to come, jimin falling apart in yoongi’s hands with his head thrown back, riding out his orgasm as yoongi presses soft kisses along his collarbones.

yoongi follows not long after, having held back for long enough as he comes hard and heavy into the tight heat of jimin’s clenching muscles.

jimin is too tired too move, body going limp with exhaustion as yoongi gently pulls him off to tie off the condom and toss it in the trash.

“thanks,” yoongi grins, turning jimin’s boneless body over to curl into his back before tucking the younger into his arms and pressing a soft kiss onto his shoulder.

“thank seokjin hyung,” jimin replies, and yoongi can hear the smile in his voice. “those were his pink handcuffs, by the way.”

“yeah, we’re gonna have to talk to him about that,” yoongi wrinkles his nose. “or get a new pair of our own, you know. one that’s a little less fruity.”

“i like that idea,” jimin laughs, wiggling back to cuddle in a little closer, before he’s drifting off into a restful slumber while listening to the steady rhythm of yoongi’s heart beating a soft lullaby behind his back.