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BTS Fic: Pillow Prince(ss) Hyung (NSFW)
Apr. 6th, 2021 03:11 pm-
Yoongi made more of an effort when they'd first started having sex.
It sounds harsh but it's true. Even he'll admit to it; he even got on top and rode Jimin's dick a few times in the earliest days, even though his thighs are scrawny as fuck and not made for all that cowboy style crap. He basically gave himself cramp straining to maintain control over his own body weight only to be laughed at post-orgasm for being an 'old man in a young man's body'!
So much for graititude.
So yeah, he doesn't fucking do that shit anymore, no way. He makes Jimin get on top and do the fucking, sometimes doesn't even always shove back against him to get that push-and-pull, cock-in-ass sensation.
That's the best, to be honest. Yoongi finds he really likes just laying there and taking it.
It doesn't work out so great the first time he just lets go completely and tries it, not doing anything in response to Jimin pushing into him, rocking his dick in and out in long, smooth strokes before gently building up the pace with those beautiful hip undulations. Jimin's hips can do anything, oh god, he's amazing-
"Hyung?" Jimin asks after barely a minute of Yoongi's comatose behaviour, hands squeezing Yoongi's hips almost imperceptibly, "are you alright? You don't seem very into it-" he's already pulling out before Yoongi can protest, obviously concerned that he's being too pushy and Yoongi doesn't even want to be having sex. He couldn't be more wrong.
"No!" Yoongi says, grabbing at Jimin's wrist. Not that it stops him pulling out of Yoongi at all, but it made sense at the time. "Don't stop, jeeze."
"But you were just flopped there!" Jimin cries out, eyes wide and all scared looking. He quickly realises how dramatic he seems compared to how firmly unbothered Yoongi's expression is and huffs a small laugh at his own response before sobering. "I mean... Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why are you just letting me...?" Jimin makes no attempt to finish his sentence with either words or gestures. Yoongi knows what he's getting at though, so why would he?
"Hmm," Yoongi mulls the question over; more accurately he thinks about the wording. "Letting you. That's right. I'm letting you do it. I'm into it."
"Into what?" It would be really nice if Jimin would stop talking and start the dicking again, but Yoongi doesn't even want to lift his hand and get in a convincing stroke to Jimin's cock to remind him of his original plan right now to be honest. Jimin just needs to take control and get the fuck he wants to have!
"Letting you fuck me," Yoongi enunciates carefully. "Do what you want with me."
"Oh my god," Jimin says, hands already settling themselves back onto Yoongi's waist to help him line himself back up with Yoongi's pink and puckered hole, still nicely wet with lube, "you're a pillow princess! It all makes sense now!"
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Yoongi made more of an effort when they'd first started having sex.
It sounds harsh but it's true. Even he'll admit to it; he even got on top and rode Jimin's dick a few times in the earliest days, even though his thighs are scrawny as fuck and not made for all that cowboy style crap. He basically gave himself cramp straining to maintain control over his own body weight only to be laughed at post-orgasm for being an 'old man in a young man's body'!
So much for graititude.
So yeah, he doesn't fucking do that shit anymore, no way. He makes Jimin get on top and do the fucking, sometimes doesn't even always shove back against him to get that push-and-pull, cock-in-ass sensation.
That's the best, to be honest. Yoongi finds he really likes just laying there and taking it.
It doesn't work out so great the first time he just lets go completely and tries it, not doing anything in response to Jimin pushing into him, rocking his dick in and out in long, smooth strokes before gently building up the pace with those beautiful hip undulations. Jimin's hips can do anything, oh god, he's amazing-
"Hyung?" Jimin asks after barely a minute of Yoongi's comatose behaviour, hands squeezing Yoongi's hips almost imperceptibly, "are you alright? You don't seem very into it-" he's already pulling out before Yoongi can protest, obviously concerned that he's being too pushy and Yoongi doesn't even want to be having sex. He couldn't be more wrong.
"No!" Yoongi says, grabbing at Jimin's wrist. Not that it stops him pulling out of Yoongi at all, but it made sense at the time. "Don't stop, jeeze."
"But you were just flopped there!" Jimin cries out, eyes wide and all scared looking. He quickly realises how dramatic he seems compared to how firmly unbothered Yoongi's expression is and huffs a small laugh at his own response before sobering. "I mean... Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why are you just letting me...?" Jimin makes no attempt to finish his sentence with either words or gestures. Yoongi knows what he's getting at though, so why would he?
"Hmm," Yoongi mulls the question over; more accurately he thinks about the wording. "Letting you. That's right. I'm letting you do it. I'm into it."
"Into what?" It would be really nice if Jimin would stop talking and start the dicking again, but Yoongi doesn't even want to lift his hand and get in a convincing stroke to Jimin's cock to remind him of his original plan right now to be honest. Jimin just needs to take control and get the fuck he wants to have!
"Letting you fuck me," Yoongi enunciates carefully. "Do what you want with me."
"Oh my god," Jimin says, hands already settling themselves back onto Yoongi's waist to help him line himself back up with Yoongi's pink and puckered hole, still nicely wet with lube, "you're a pillow princess! It all makes sense now!"
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