Trash 쓰레기 {Yoonmin} (COMPLETED)

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"I still don't have lube."

"Lotion?"

"Do I look like someone who'd use lotions, Jimin?"

"Fuck."

Yoongi raised his eyebrows at Jimin. "Did you just say 'fuck'?"

"Was that bad?"

Fuck. Jimin was really torturing Yoongi right now, with his pants down to his ankles, his bulge apparent with that one spot at the front of his boxers wet, all pouty because he just cursed.

"Yes, Jimin. It's bad for my patience, and I'm seriously running low on it." Fuck it. Slipping his hand inside the younger's underwear, he groaned when he could feel how hard Jimin was. He wasn't the only one needy and that made him satisfied.

"Y-Yoongi wait!"

"What's wrong?"

"Do you have a housemate?"

Yoongi frowned in confusion. "No. Why?"

"Great."

Gasping a little out of surprise, Yoongi found himself turned with his back slammed onto the door as Jimin knelt in front of him, dangerously close to his groin. "Jimin, what are you—"

"No one would walk in on us doing this, then."

Yoongi had to groan out his thoughts when Jimin undid his pants and held his member in his small hands.

Skillfully, Jimin brushed his lips down the side from the tip to the hilt before giving it a fat satisfying lick on the underside.

Even with the sensation Yoongi was feeling, he couldn't help feeling a little bit jealous as to whom Jimin had done this with before. He was about to voice that out when he felt the younger's warm mouth surrounding his eager member, and Yoongi groaned out profanities again.

As Jimin went deep, his tongue pressed flat on the underside and moved around the shaft as if that was something Jimin had been craving for for years.

Fingers weaved through Jimin's soft hair, Yoongi looked down to see Jimin with his eyes close, looking like he was utterly savoring Yoongi's taste and that did it for him.

Holding on to Jimin's head, he moved his hips and it didn't take long before he groaned out, pushing Jimin away so he wouldn't come undone inside the younger's mouth.

Jimin proved to be stronger, as he held his mouth where it was and sucked Yoongi dry, visibly gulping everything down once Yoongi was done.

"Fuck, babe you didn't have to do that." Groaning between panted breaths, Yoongi leaned against his door as Jimin came back up to hook his arms around the older's neck.

"I want to. You have no idea how many times I've pictured myself doing that to you."

"W-who else have you done it to?"

Jimin narrowed his eyes and Yoongi gulped. "Are you saying I cheated on you?"

"W-well, just because you were... Good at it."

Yoongi thought Jimin would get angry. On the contrary, the younger suddenly burst out laughing, that squeaky sound between his chortles was still cute no matter how much he had grown. "It'd better be good. I've practiced it in my mind almost every single day since that night Hoseok walked in on us."

Laughing as well, Yoongi pulled Jimin closer. "It's my turn now."

Before Yoongi could pull the younger towards his bedroom, Jimin pulled back and smiled. "Not today, Yoongi."

"What are you talking about?"

Jimin's smile stayed at his lips. "I want to go all the way and I'm willing to wait."

Fuck.

"So," pulling his hand away and walking backwards towards the door, Jimin smirked, "get all the necessary things by the time we meet again."

"And when is that?"

"How's the weekend?"

"No." Yoongi lunged forward to grab Jimin's hand and pulled him into his arms. "You're not going anywhere."

Instead of pushing him away, Jimin hugged Yoongi back and the older silently thanked god for that. "I'm not going anywhere, Yoongi. I'm just going home. We have work tomorrow."

When Jimin pulled away again, Yoongi's heart was about to burst as he whispered out what he never thought he would. But he didn't want to lose Jimin again. This might be the only way for him to keep the younger by his side.

He needed to tie Jimin to his finger.

"Sorry, Yoongi?"

Taking a deep breath for confidence, Yoongi repeated his words, louder this time.

"Marry me."