it was the day of their graduation. yoongi and jimin decided a long time ago they would move in together and live in one house. it was a good built house, it wasn't too big, quite small actually, but the two felt very much comfortable in it and that's what mattered the most.

while jimin was doing something in the kitchen, yoongi was unpacking their boxes in the bedroom.
he unpacked his boxes first and then moved on to jimin's.

suddenly yoongi froze and stared at something oddly familiar pocking out of the bag. he took it out and mumbled a quiet what? to himself in confusion.
he was holding a little notebook in his hands, the same notebook jimin used to write in. after they started dating, jimin stopped writing in it and eventually, he forgot about the notebook's existence.

yoongi hesitated before opening it. after all, it was jimin's property, something private of his, but the curiosity took over, he wanted to know what was in the notebook since forever.

april 12, monday

your deep breathing makes me want you to handcuff me to the bed and fuck the living hell out of me.

"what did I just read?" yoongi said to himself and stared at the notebook in confusion.
he closed it and opened it again just to make sure his eyes weren't betraying him.

he sat down on the bed and looked through the pages reading every entry jimin wrote.

I heard you saying that students usually fuck in the janitors closet ... I hope one day you'll take me there, slam me against the wall and make me scream your name so loud, that I break my fucking vocal chords.

"I knew he couldn't be so innocent! everybody knows about the janitors closet!" yoongi said and chuckled.

learning biology with you would be so... so fun..
we could read the book or I could get on my knees in front of you and suck you off.
what would you choose, hmm?

yoongi caught himself at the action of biting his lip.
all this time, jimin had all these dirty fantasies he kept to himself. he acted innocent for yoongi all this time.
yoongi was more than just shocked.

all of a sudden a thought crossed yoongi's mind and he smirked.

"jimin!!!! come over here please!!" yoongi yelled loudly.

jimin rolled his eyes. "coming!!"
he was in the middle of doing something and hoped that whatever yoongi had called him for was important.

he entered the bedroom and didnt see yoongi in it at first but then a strong hand grabbed his wrist and pushed jimin on the bed.

"yoongi? what are you doing??" jimin asked dumbfounded. yoongi was sitting on top of jimin, straddling his hips. he had a dark look on his face as one of his hands pinned jimin's both above.

"april 12, monday. your deep breathing makes me want you to handcuff me to the bed and fuck the living hell out of me." yoongi read in a low and deep voice sending shivers down jimin's spine. "sounds familiar?"

jimin stared back at yoongi with wide eyes. did he hear that correctly? did yoongi just read an entry from his notebook?

"I'm- uh... wh- where did you get this from?" jimin stuttered and bit his lips nervously.

"so you weren't that innocent and all this time had dirty fantasies about me?" yoongi leaned in closer to jimin and smirked after seeing the youngers cheeks that were full on red.

jimin didnt say anything, he turned his head away trying to avoid eye contact.

"learning biology with you would be so... so fun.
we could read the book or I could get on my knees in front of you and suck you off.
what would you choose, hmm?" yoongi continued.

"stop–" jimin cried out in embarrassment but yoongi silenced any further protests with a kiss.

"just shut up and allow me to make all your fantasies come to life." yoongi whispered and gave a little reassuring smile to jimin.

jimin was still embarrased and a little dumbfounded.
"you... you want to? you mean you're not judging me for writing such things?" he averted his gaze.

"the only thing I'm judging you about is the fact that you havent told me about this earlier."

yoongi turns jimin's chin with his fingers and leans in.

he feels the way yoongi kisses him again, drawing them together closer and closer. hands curling in his soft hair and stroking exposed skin, leaving bright red hickeys on the neck.

jimin always thought sex was something awkward but yoongi didnt make it feel awkward, with him it felt just right.

so, here he is, letting yoongi undress him, slow and thoughtful, watching those hands undo the buttons of his pants to slide them down over his hips and onto the floor. next come his underwear until he’s left bare, but it doesn’t take yoongi long to join him in this state.

how many nights had jimin dreamt of all this happening? of that body being displayed before him? they haven't had any encounters after everything that had happened, and neither even remember their drunk sex that night.

"you’re beautiful." yoongi says to jimin, making the younger blush.

yoongi crawls back onto the bed and hovers over jimin.

they kiss each other senseless, wandering hands cresting over skin, lips exploring flesh with tender licks and bites. jimin gasps at the sensation of yoongi sucking his nipples, rolling the bud of flesh in his mouth, drawing back to flick it with his tongue. jimin’s fingers become tangled in the elder’s hair, pushing yoongi’s head down the line of his body, kissing and sucking as he goes. then he’s between jimin’s legs, hiking then up to bite at his thighs, leave his mark on the toned flesh.

slowly, yoongi turns his head until his lips hit the shaft of jimin’s cock.

"you’re wet." he observes, opening up until his pink tongue comes out to play and then he’s kissing jimin’s cock sloppily, saliva mixing with the arousal beading at the tip. he sucks on the tip, giving kitten licks for several minutes until he’s able to pull it into his mouth and the first harsh suck sends jimin’s eyes rolling into the back of his skull.

his toes curl, thighs clench, and his soul leaves his body as yoongi goes down on him slowly, with every drag of his tongue against the length, every sensation of his cockhead hitting the back of yoongi’s throat.

jimin never used to think much about getting blown, always focusing more on the penetrative aspects when he watched porn and fantasized. in his scenarios, he was always the one on his knees, sucking yoongi, mouth full and throat constricting.

but this.

this has tears leaking down the side of his face, his spine arching up off the bed, because it feels so fucking good.

and just when jimin was about to reach his peak, something long and cold breached him.
yoongi stuck a lubed finger into his ass while still sucking his cock.

tremors ripped through jimin both from the strange sensation and ruined orgasm. he swallows hard and blinks back the shock.

"yoongi- I uh.. gg-"

"shhh..." yoongi hushes when jimin’s slick cock falls out of his mouth. "getting you ready for me, baby."

baby.

to distract the younger, yoongi returns his attention to the blowjob, making it messier and more obscene than before. he moans around jimin’s cock, pulls back to coat his lips with the liquid oozing from the slit, and swallows down the length until it all nearly disappears down his throat. when he gets three fingers deep in jimin’s ass and the stretch burns, jimin’s orgasm comes quickly, tearing through him so unexpectedly that there’s no time before he’s filling up yoongi’s mouth with his release.

he moans softly, his body twitching a little. when he blinks back into reality, jimin is met with the sight of yoongi dreamily staring at him with white cum leaking from the seam of his lips and down his chin. he’s still pumping his fingers into jimin, stretching and scissoring as cum drips from his mouth onto jimin’s pelvis. he makes no move to swallow it all or clean himself up.

sucking in a breath, jimin opens up his legs further, so yoongi get can get him fully opened up. he feels so hot in the aftermath of his climax. he’s sweating now and his body feels like jelly.

yoongi soon finds his prostate and and jimin sees stars.

"you alright?" yoongi asked. after everything hoseok had done to him, he started valuing consent more than anything.

"yeah.."

jimin's loud breathing is silenced with a kiss that makes his cock throb and his hole clench. he could taste himself in the kiss. the wet drag of yoongi’s tongue against his, burns hotter than he thought possible and before long he’s begging for more.

"m-more... yoongi..."

"did you ever touch yourself thinking about me?" yoongi whispered hotly into his ear.
"

because I definitely touched myself thinking about you."

jimin’s thighs clench together. "fuck, yoongi..."

yoongi bends over to grab a condom, but jimin stops yoongi before he could do anything.

"no condom." jimin whispers breathlessly.

"are you sure?" the elder asks.

jimin nods and bites his lip. yoongi threw the condom somewhere across the room and applied lube all over his length. he then spread jimin’s legs again, slotting their bodies together, kissing to soothe jimin’s anxiety before sucking bruises onto his neck. slowly, jimin feels himself hardening again, shivering at the sensation of yoongi positioning himself before-

"g- ahhhhhh...."

yoongi ends up balls-deep inside within minutes and jimin’s hole flutters around the penetration. he gasps out with each inch fed into him; the feeling of fullness makes him quiver.

it’s slow and drawn-out, the motion of yoongi’s hips, pulling his cock in and out of jimin, driving them both mad. jimin has his legs wrapped around the elder’s waist, pushing him deeper and deeper and when that’s not enough, he begs to be flipped over, to be on top. yoongi argues against it, says that the angle might hurt too much, but jimin wanted more, he wanted to feel yoongi deep in him.

he knocks out all air out of jimin as his balls slap against the round pertness of jimin’s ass cheeks with every thrust, but the sound is drowned out by jimin’s throaty moans and yoongi’s grunts of pleasure.

suddenly, jimin’s legs are being forced from around hips and pushed up and onto yoongi’s shoulders and yoongi begins slamming himself into the younger, chasing after his end with wild abandon. his brows are furrowed in concentration and he’s biting his lip as sweat drips down his face.

"y-yoongi.." jimin gasps out as his body bounces against the mattress. "please cum, please cum."

he doesn’t know why he’s pleading for this, knowing it’s coming, but he wants to see yoongi’s desire for him. he wants evidence that it’s still not a dream, that this is really happening.

yoongi trembles when he cums but he doesn’t collapse, he doesn’t stop. he keeps languidly fucking through the sensation of that hot rush inside of jimin and then pulled out abruptly.

jimin’s legs are pulled together and then yoongi pushes his cock in between the tight squeeze of jimin’s thighs and thrusts erratically.

"fuck, fuck, fuck. jimin, touch yourself for me..fuck."

jerking himself, jimin watches with rapt fascination as yoongi fucks his thighs, whole body trembling as another small orgasm bursts forth from the elder and hot cum splatters over jimin’s panting face. the tacky weight of it induces jimin’s own climax and he stutters out a sob as he spills thick white over the back of his hand.

"I love you, jimin." yoongi breathes out, falling down next to jimin.

"I love you too..."