yoongi really loves jimin.

like really, really loves jimin.

and he’d like to think it has nothing to do with the way jimin is currently lying on his side atop their king size mattress, wearing a black lace-up corset with a pattern of intricate silver curlicues and a plunging v-line that reveals his pale, flushed chest slathered in white cake frosting.

right.

yoongi could say that it doesn’t affect him at all, but then he’d be completely lying if he did.

because damn.

“what’s the occasion?” yoongi clears his throat as he slowly thaws, loosening his tie and pulling off his suit jacket as he finally passes through the threshold of their bedroom door after several minutes of mindless ogling.

“nothing,” jimin replies a bit breathlessly, patting the bed beside him for yoongi to sit. “just welcoming you back home after a long day of work.”

“okay,” yoongi drops his jacket onto the floor, settling on the edge of the bed to just admire the perfection that is jimin. “should i work weekends too if this is the welcome home i’m going to get?”

yoongi gazes into jimin’s provocative, smoldering expression that is somewhat in contrast to the youthful roundness of his cheeks, eyes traveling lower down jimin’s frosting covered chest to the corset tapering his waist to create an hourglass figure, thigh high stockings connected to black, lacy garters that press down against his thick, luscious thighs.

yoongi’s throat goes dry at the sight of jimin’s cock, clearly visible through the sheer lace material of his underwear, straining to be released.

fuck, he looks so damn good.

“come here,” jimin smiles, gesturing for yoongi to come closer.

and yoogni complies, pushing jimin down flat on his back and lowering himself over jimin’s body to lick the sweet frosting plastered over his chest.

a pleased hum sounds in the back of jimin’s throat, back arching off the mattress as yoongi drags his tongue up the line of his chest, slowly lapping up all of the frosting and then working his way up, planting butterfly kisses along the curve of jimin’s neck until he reaches his plush lips, giving jimin a sweet taste of the sugar coating his tongue.

yoongi’s hand slides up jimin’s thigh, luxuriating in the gauzy texture of the lacy thigh highs underneath his fingertips. his hand continues on up until he reaches jimin’s ass, palm curving around it’s firm cheek and giving it a light squeeze, earning him a soft moan that shoots heat straight down to his groin.

“fuck me please,” jimin begs in a shivery voice, hips rolling up for friction. “i’ve been waiting for you all day.”

“all day? really?” yoongi teases, skimming his lips across jimin’s collarbones. his hands glide over to encase jimin’s tiny waist, giving an experimental squeeze as he grinds down against jimin’s straining cock.

“yes, fuck,” jimin’s head presses down into the mattress, baring his throat for yoongi to gently graze his teeth into the skin.

yoongi slips his hand beneath the elastic waistband of the underwear, fingers sliding in between jimin’s crack to find that he’s already slick with lube.

“you spoil me,” yoongi breathes into the curve of jimin’s neck, the tracing circles tantalizingly around jimin’s rim with the pad of his forefinger. the very thought of jimin sprawled across the bed, dressed like this and fingering himself, has yoongi even more aroused than before. 

“only the best for my baby,” jimin pants, hips rutting and fingers digging into yoongi’s forearms. “but if you don’t fuck me now, i swear to god i’ll tie you down and fuck you instead.”

“you know, that actually doesn’t sound so bad,” yoongi whispers into jimin’s ear before pulling himself up. jimin whines at the loss of body heat, but stops immediately when he sees yoongi unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly.

jimin swiftly wiggles out of his own underwear while yoongi pulls down his pants and boxers to mid thighs, too impatient to fully remove them before grabbing the bottle of lube from the nightstand and slicking himself up with copious amounts of lube.

“maybe next time,” yoongi grins, dragging his hand up his own cock as jimin watches with greedy eyes.

“don’t be such a tease,” jimin whimpers, digging a heel into the small of yoongi’s back to pull him in again.

yoongi absolutely loves the way the garter straps dig into jimin’s skin as he hooks his hands under jimin’s knees and yanks him down lower, hitching a leg above his shoulder as he aligns himself with jimin’s entrance and slowly pushes in through the resistant muscle contracting against him.

yoongi also loves the way jimin’s damp hair clings onto his sweaty skin, head lightly falling from side to side with eyes fluttering shut and mouth open and panting for air, small appreciative noises escaping through his lips that has yoongi putting a little more oomph into his thrusts.

yoongi loves the way jimin’s desperate fingers scrabble across the sheets for purchase, other leg tightening around his waist in an attempt to suck yoongi in even impossibly closer.

but what yoongi loves the most is that, even through his mindless, completely fucked out haze, jimin continues to whisper yoongi’s name like a mantra, moaning that one single word all the way through his climax, until his body falls lax with limbs thrumming from the force of his orgasm.

yoongi comes not long after to the soft sound of jimin’s voice, the feel of jimin’s tight heat surrounding all around him, squeezing him out for all he’s got until yoongi is all spent and collapsing on top of jimin’s exhausted body.

trying not to crush him, yoongi wraps his arms around jimin’s waist and rolls them over so that jimin is lying on top of his chest, cheek pressed down into yoongi’s shoulder.

“welcome home,” jimin smiles sleepily, lashes fluttering against his pink tinged cheeks. “can you help me untie this thing? i can’t breathe.”

“sure,” yoongi laughs, hooking his chin over jimin’s shoulder to untie the knot and pluck the lace out of its hooks.

“i’m sticky,” jimin mumbles subconsciously, already sound asleep by the time yoongi is finished, breathing lightly into the crook of yoongi’s neck.

“love you,” yoongi presses a soft kiss onto jimin’s forehead, before kicking off his pants and quickly joining jimin in a restful slumber.