a/n: sugapark IHYSM LOOK AT WHAT YOU’VE DONE TAT jk ily ;u; omg no but really why is this so long ;A; i wrote an essay

–

“hyung what are you doing?” jimin mumbles around the toothbrush hanging lax between his lips, still rubbing away the last vestiges of sleep from his eyes with the heel of his palms.

he stares groggily through the mirror as yoongi slips inside the bathroom, watching in mild curiosity as the elder gently rests the door closed and latches it shut.

“i want to try something,” yoongi answers after turning back around, the corners of his lips tugging into a smile as he steps closer. he stops right behind jimin still standing before the sink, leaning forward into the crook of jimin’s neck and pressing a light kiss onto his skin.

goosebumps begin to rise as a shiver travels down jimin’s spine all the way to his toes curling against the tiles, clearly wide awake now as he slowly removes the toothbrush, spitting out the froth and wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve.

“what did you want to try?” his voice quivers with excitement, gaze still locked with yoongi through the reflection in the mirror.

yoongi smiles vaguely, and jimin thinks he’s about to combust from anticipation.

“tell me, wha-” jimin begins again, but the words die halfway through his lips as yoongi’s hand slowly slips in past the elastic waistband of his pajama pants, the pads of his cool, lube slicked fingers rubbing small circles around the rim of his hole.

jimin’s hands shoot out to grasp the edge of the sink, fingernails scraping across the porcelain as he tries to stifle the moan that threatens to tear free.

the other members are still out there, and it really wouldn’t be prudent to get caught like this.

what the fuck is going on?

hyung?!

jimin nibbles on his lower lip, breathing heavily through his nose as yoongi slips in one finger at a time, gently working him open as he rocks back into the hand fucking into him so early in the morning.

he hasn’t even had breakfast yet.

“shh,” yoongi whispers into the crook of jimin’s neck, his free hand coming up to cover over jimin’s slightly parted mouth.

then yoongi pulls out his fingers, and jimin feels at a total loss, whimpering his disapproval as yoongi’s hand tightens over jimin’s mouth.

“i said shh,” yoongi smiles. and jimin can see yoongi’s reflection reaching into his back pocket to pull something out. “patience.”

jimin tries to speak around the fingers blocking his mouth, muffled, unintelligible words spilling forth between the cracks.

but whatever it is he has to say immediately gets caught in his throat when his body suddenly jerks forward, something cold and relatively solid sliding in between his cheeks before getting eased inside his opening.

“it’s okay,” yoongi murmurs as the object is now fully nestled in between jimin’s cheeks, cool hand rubbing soothing circles into the heated skin of jimin’s hip.

“what the fuck hyung,” jimin moans as yoongi finally pulls his other hand away from his mouth, muscles clenching and body twisting against the foreign object now lodged up inside his ass.

“you watch your language,” yoongi chides, fingers curling around jimin’s chin to tilt his face over his shoulder. “i told you, i want to try something.”

a small whine gurgles inside jimin’s throat, knuckles turning pale from the pressure of grasping the sink too hard.

“be a good boy,” yoongi leans over and pecks a kiss onto jimin’s lips. “and you’ll be rewarded later.”

–

it takes jimin a while to get used to the plug now stuck up his ass, still squirming in his seat as all of bangtan shuffle into the van to make their way for the broadcasting studio.

they have a practice run to go through today, test out the equipment and measure out the exact locations of the stage space they’ll need to have settled down before they can start recording.

“what’s wrong with you?” jeongguk raises a brow as jimin’s nose wrinkles in discomfort for the tenth time in the past half hour, butt lifting off the cushions and body wiggling around to find a better sitting position.

“nothing’s wrong with me,” jimin huffs, glaring daggers at the back of yoongi’s head. “i’m perfect as peaches.”

“mmhm,” jeungguk replies skeptically. “right.”

jimin grunts, giving it up as a lost cause and plopping back down onto the seat. which is a bad idea, because the plug manages to slip inside even deeper. and jimin has to battle the intense urge to strangle yoongi until the elder breathes his last, sweet breath and the conflicting desire to throw him onto the floor and fuck himself onto yoongi’s dick like this was his last day on earth.

“i hate my life,” jimin mumbles under his breath in a shuddering whisper, steadily knocking his temple into the window in the hopes that maybe he can knock himself into unconsciousness.

–

by the time they pull into the parking lot of the studio, jimin thinks he’s finally become somewhat accustomed to the plug, throwing yoongi a small smile of triumph as he sashays on ahead of the group.

“hah,” jimin cheers in his own little victory, thinking that the rest of the day will be a piece of cake. this reward is definitely his for the taking.

oh how sweet it is to win.

that is, until they all get into positions across the stage to run through their choreography, the intro of their song slowly leaking through the giant speakers stationed all around them.

jimin tries to focus on the music pulsing through his veins, watching steadily as jeongguk goes into his independent dance routine and waiting for his own part to come, when a sudden jolt to his core has him veering off into the completely opposite direction.

what the fuck?!

jimin’s eyes go wide as he staggers off to the wrong side of the stage, tripping over a tangle of thick cable cords and nearly crashing into a set of very expensive camera equipment.

“i’m so sorry! i don’t know what happened!” jimin apologizes furiously, cheeks blazing from embarrassment as he bows profusely. “it won’t happen again!”

“it’s okay, just run through the set one time without mistake. and you’re free to go,” the main pd dismisses with a smile.

jimin bows again, scowling at yoongi’s direction in a glare that promises a thousand deaths of pain and torture, and more.

yoongi smiles in amusement, subtly waving a small, rectangular object beside his thigh.

jimin frowns, focusing on the thing in yoongi’s hand as his thumb slides over and presses down on a button.

another shock of vibrations, more prolonged this time, has jimin’s knees buckling, body lurching forward and catching himself with his outstretched arms just before falling onto all fours.

jimin will annihilate him.

is that a fucking remote?

–

jimin somehow manages to get through the rest of the day, constantly running into people, and walls, and furniture, pretty much any tangible surface that stands within a ten foot radius of himself, as he deals with sporadic bouts of vibrations of varying speeds and strengths pulsing between his cheeks.

not only that, jimin must also cope with his steadily growing arousal, the uncomfortably straining bulge in between his legs, on top of constantly having to apologize for being such a clutz today.

“i’m so sorry,” jimin wails when seokjin pulls him off to the side and asks him if he’s sick, voice heavily laced with concern. “i’m fine, it’s just not my day today.”

“if you’re sure,” seokjin furrows his brows, seeming like he wants to say something more, but holds it back.

jimin wants to throw something, preferably at yoongi’s face every time he grins, or even so much as looks at him in any way.

by the time the day is done, jimin is absolutely still and quiet the entire ride home, breathing steadily through his nose as he stares straight ahead at nothing.

“you look like you’re ready to murder someone,” jeongguk comments, and jimin turns to face him, eyes wild with something not normal that jeongguk can’t really place. and the somewhat terrified maknae immediately shuts his mouth, turning back to face the front.

“for all you know,” jimin mutters under his breath as he turns to glance out the window.

jeongguk’s entire body shivers, even though it’s stiflingly hot inside the backseat.

–

as soon as jaegeun pulls into the parking lot, jimin squares his shoulders in resolve, pushing and shoving his way out of the van with a single purpose driving him forward in determination.

fuck this. he’s taking what’s his right now.

nothing else can penetrate through his tunnel vision, yoongi the only thing jimin can see at the very end.

“jimin, wha-” seokjin tries to scold, but jeongguk holds him back, head jerking in a mild panic. just don’t.

and with clenched teeth, jimin grabs a startled yoongi by the wrist, figners digging in almost painfully as he drags him towards the apartment complex.

“you guys go out to eat or something. i don’t care,” jimin commands, tossing a wild and threatening glare over his shoulder. he doesn’t wait for a response, hauling yoongi stumbling behind him all the way until he has the elder pressed into the wall of the elevator, attacking yoongi’s neck with hot, open mouthed kisses that’s sure to leave a pretty, purple mark.

jimin doesn’t even give him time to breathe as the elevator door opens, punching in the code and tossing yoongi unceremoniously inside the house.

“you are dead to me,” jimin growls, further incensed when yoongi merely grins, wireless remote once again in his hand.

but at this point, even the vibration holds no meaning to him as jimin lunges forward, fingers digging welts into yoongi’s scalp as their teeth clack together from the force of jimin’s momentum.

they somehow manage to stumble towards the bedroom, mouths and tongues working furiously against each other as clothes come off in record time, the little remote lying off to the side all but forgotten.

yoongi has enough smarts to grab the lube from the bathroom, uncapping it and lathering it thick on himself as he pumps himself hard while jimin watches with greedy eyes.

“close enough,” jimin moans, shoving yoongi down onto jeongguk’s bed and straddling the elder’s waist as he pulls out the damned plug. “sorry maknae.”

good riddance.

yoongi’s laugh dies on his lips, quickly blending into a moan as jimin’s fingers wrap around his base to anchor it before sinking down a little too quickly in his haste.

fuck preparation. jimin is sure he’s more than thoroughly prepared.

and he knows he still went a little too fast, but the burn only adds to the arousal bubbling in the pit of his stomach as he immediately begins to move, rising up before ramming himself back down with all the force he can muster.

yoongi’s breath catches in his throat, nails digging welts into jimin’s thighs as the younger bounces enthusiastically onto his cock, swiveling his hips and clenching as he drags up yoongi’s length, it’s driving him insane.

all yoongi can really do is bury his heels into the mattress in an attempt to create some leverage, allowing jimin to take control as he rides him like a fucking champion, sweat rolling down his temple with damp hair clinging to his forehead.

it’s fucking hot.

and everything that happens is just so fast and desperate, the frantic push and pull of sweat slicked skin sliding across each other in a room sweltering with heat that threatens to burn them whole in a glorious blaze of desire.

it manages to end rather quickly as it doesn’t take too long for jimin to come, having spent the entire day in a constant state of arousal only to be pulled back away from the edge in a persistent cycle of working up his blood into a boil, then denying what his body craves.

jimin comes with his head hanging low and mouth wide open in a silent moan, wholly untouched, as he grinds down even further with every wave of pleasure that drags him under into mind numbing oblivion.

and simply watching jimin take the lead like this is enough to make yoongi’s head spin, unable to hold out much longer himself as he fills jimin up to the brim with every clench of his muscle surrounding him.

jimin topples over yoongi’s chest in a broken heap, body completely spent and boneless, muscles burning and bottom aching with pain he knows will only escalate by tomorrow morning.

“i hate you,” jimin mumbles in a half conscious state, nuzzling his cheek into the crook of yoongi’s neck as he curls into the elder’s side.

yoongi smiles, gathering jimin into his arms and pressing a light kiss onto his forehead.

jimin is already starting to snore.

“hey, we can’t sleep here,” yoongi shakes him lightly, but jimin merely cuddles up closer.

–

two hours later, jimin is rudely awoken from his lovely dream of ice cream and unicorns by the sound of jeongguk’s furious screams of outrage.