Warning! This content depicts explicit sexual acts and may be disturbing to some readers.
“Then, let me hump you instead.”
What?
A shift from zero to a hundred, instantly. A torrent of crude memes flooded Yoongi’s mind, attempting to process the sudden escalation.
“What?” Yoongi asked, dumbfounded. What solution did humping offer? Nothing, and unless ‘nothing’ was the problem, Yoongi had no intention of indulging the mutt’s demands.
“You heard me. Let me hump you instead,” Jimin said, infuriatingly casual, as if proposing the most ludicrous request imaginable. He sat on his long-forgotten bed, hands clasped in his lap, staring at Yoongi with expectant eyes.
Yoongi stood frozen, mouth agape, eyes wide.
“What does that even *solve*?” he asked, exasperated. He rubbed his eyes, desperate to rid himself of Park Jimin.
“Well, for one, I won’t ‘rape’ your precious ashtray bear, and we’ll both feel good. I don’t see what’s wrong with that,” Jimin tilted his head innocently.
“How can I be sure you won’t just hide him from me?”
“I can sniff him out, and there isn’t a place in this house I don’t know about. You take more afternoon naps, giving me plenty of time,” Jimin grinned, a glint of mischief in his eyes.
“You wouldn’t dare!” Yoongi blurted out, the words weaker than he intended. This was blackmail, plain and simple. He just wanted a clean bear and uninterrupted naps.
“Try me.”
The two men stared each other down, and slowly, Yoongi’s resolve crumbled. Oh, what the hell.
“You promise no one will know about this?” Yoongi felt a flush creep up his neck, grateful Jimin hadn’t brought it up. The gratitude was fleeting when Jimin suddenly lunged forward, yanking Yoongi towards him.
Yoongi found himself sprawled on the bed, Jimin looming over him, a smirk playing on his lips.
“I promise, baby,” Jimin said, his voice laced with a predatory edge. “But on one condition.”
“You call me daddy,” Jimin grinned, baring his fangs.
Yoongi’s eyes widened, but before he could protest, Jimin pinned him to the bed, wrists clasped tightly in his hands. He raised them above his head, using one hand to ensure Yoongi couldn’t move.
Yoongi thrashed, kicking his legs wildly, hoping to strike a blow.
“Why the hell would you want to be called daddy?” Yoongi asked, utterly baffled by the request. He wasn’t opposed, not exactly, but he needed to understand the origin of this bizarre demand.
“Well, I heard Namjoon and Jin one time, going at it, and Jin kept screaming ‘daddy’ so I thought ‘How does it feel to be called one?’ Since we’re already making this arrangement, might as well take advantage of it,” Jimin dodged a desperate kick aimed at his face.
“I am by no means going to call you fucking daddy!”
“You just did,” Jimin grinned cheekily, and began licking and nipping at the creamy skin of Yoongi’s neck.
“I did no—” Yoongi gasped as Jimin started sucking on the soft flesh where neck met shoulder.
“Were you saying something, Yoongi? I didn’t quite hear you,” Jimin mumbled against Yoongi’s sensitive skin.
“Fuck you.”
“Hmm, in your dreams,” Jimin pretended to consider the offer, then swiftly dismissed it with a whisper in Yoongi’s ear before nibbling at his lobe, blowing a gentle breeze against the sensitive cartilage, making it twitch. He continued his descent.
“You sarcastic little—” Yoongi mewled, but he’d never admit that out loud. Jimin had stripped off Yoongi’s boxers and was licking the tip of his cock.
Yoongi hated and loved that he slept in his boxers and rushed to the younger's room without another thought.
Yoongi shook the thoughts away and instead focused his attention on the horny mutt, who was now quite easily taking more of his length into his warm mouth. The latter started to bob his head up and down, before flattening his tongue and hollowing his cheeks but the near brutal pace hadn't slowed down at all, even if Yoongi had hit the back of the younger's throat.
Yoongi was impressed and was about to voice his thoughts out loud when Jimin suddenly shoved a lubed finger into his tight entrance.
When had he even coated his fingers in lube?
The compliment and question were lost in the haze of lust and incoherent words, muddled with groans of pleasure.
“W-what are you. Ah~” Yoongi uttered a high-pitched moan. He didn't know if he'd push down on the finger inside him or thrust up on the mouth that was wrapped around his dick.
“Kitten, have you done this before? You're taking my fingers so well. Did you do it on your own, kitten? Were you thinking of daddy putting his thing inside you? Stretching you to the point you won't be able to walk for days?” Jimin teased, having stopped sucking on Yoongi's dick after the third finger and crooked his fingers inside Yoongi.
"D-daddy, right there! It f-feel so ngh g-good!" Yoongi’s mouth opened in a silent scream.
Found it . Jimin thought smugly, won't call him daddy his giant ass.
The younger leaned down and pressed his lips against the older in a surprisingly gentle kiss. The kiss had grown hotter just like their activities, tongue battling for dominance until Yoongi eventually gave up and let Jimin explore his warm cavern.
The two stopped making out and Jimin went back to sucking on his kitten's cock.
“Ji-Jimin, ngh s-stop. I-I’m about to ah—” Yoongi wasn’t able to finish. He wouldn’t be able to stop himself from cumming down his friend's throat even if he tried.
Jimin didn’t stop him from involuntarily thrusting into his warm mouth and instead focused swallowing all of the cat's cum greedily. He pulled his fingers out of Yoongi’s loosened up hole and removed his mouth from Yoongi’s dick with an audible pop.
Yoongi was panting loudly, shit he hated to admit it but that was probably best sexual experience he'd ever gotten in his entire life!
Jimin didn’t seem to be anywhere close to finished. Yoongi could tell by the hard on the younger was sporting and Jimin was just about to take off his shorts when suddenly a yell was heard from downstairs.
“Boys, get ready! We’re about to go to the grocery and none of you better be busy. This is a family outing!” Their mom, or Jin if you’d prefer, shouted from downstairs.
Jimin growled, damn it just when he was getting to the good part.
The two tried to freshen up as best as they could and checked to see if the other showed any signs of their activities. They quickly searched for new and cleaner clothes, not that they were wearing much in the first place.
Once they deemed themselves presentable they went down. Jimin was still sporting a rather awkward boner but managed to make it less obvious by wrapping a jacket around his waist.
The family of four had left the house, not before unplugging and turning off whatever light or electronics they weren’t going to use, in fear it would burn the house down or something.
Jimin sat at the very back of the car, pouting to himself. Yoongi sighed in relief but had to admit he too was a little disappointed.
Jimin glared at his two owners who were seated at the front, planning what they were going to buy in the market and hopefully find all the things in their grocery list.
Fucking cockblocks.
…
I swear I’m innocent. *prays that in another life I will be*