I just want to take a minute to say a few things, then we'll get onto the chapter, yes?
       1. I should learn not to open my mouth when I'm being dramatic 
       2. you guys are too fucking sweet. I don't deserve any of you.
       3. the media is basically yoonmin alr cool
       4. this story is being translated into czech ! so that's cool
       5. onto the thing

oh oh and also  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

"Hey," a finger poked his cheek. "Hey," again. "Hey," his ribcage. "Hey, hey daddy wake up." someone squeezes his cheeks together. "Daaaaaady." Yoongi cracked an eye open to see Jimin leaning over him, eyes blown wide and face incredibly close to his own. "Daddy, I needa know why you don't wanna have sex."

"What? Jimin, come back to bed." Yoongi held his arms up and made grabby hands, and he wondered momentarily how much Jimin had rubbed off of him. Jimin crawled into bed, but his phone was in his hands, and as soon as he slipped under the covers he shoved it in Yoongi's face. It'd been two weeks since The Incident, and Jimin hadn't brought up the prospect of sex since. Which Yoongi was thankful for, until now. "What is this, baby?"

"The lady on the television... she said that I should get some of this if my sex life is getting dull." Yoongi hadn't looked at the phone yet, too bust with rubbing his eyes and trying to find a stuffed animal to shove under his neck. He couldn't imagine what Jimin had pulled up on his phone (a vibrator? Some kind of monster dildo? Who knows.) and frankly, he didn't know if he wanted to look.

"Daddy, should I get this?... so, so we can have sex?" Jimin asked and Yoongi finally gave in, taking the phone and turning down the brightness because jesus, it was still too early for this. Yoongi squinted at the screen and almost burst out in a fit of laughter, but Jimin looked so concerned that he bit his lip to suppress his giggles.

"God, you're so cute," Yoongi said, pressing a kiss to Jimin's forehead and setting his phone down on the side table. "No, baby, you don't need viagra. That's for old people who can't get it up." Yoongi rolled over and threw his arm over Jimin's waist and laid his bed back on the pillow.

"What is..." Jimin trailed off, like he usually did when he felt as if he was asking a stupid question. Yoongi prodded his side to urge him on. "What is," Jimin dropped his voice to a whisper, "getting it up?"

Yoongi wrinkled his eyebrows together, because Jimin should most definitely know what a boner is (god knows he's been the cause of quite a few) and then Yoongi thought back to the embarrassingly large amount of research he did when all this started and realized that maybe this was the 'innocence play' or something. Either way, Yoongi sighed because he really did not want to talk about this.

"It's like, getting a boner, Jimin. You know what a boner is." Yoongi wanted to scream when Jimin shook his head because fuck, he knew where this was going and no, he couldn't deny the boy of anything and ever since The Incident he'd been treading lightly and just... just fuck.

"I think," Jimin pretended to be bashful. This bastard. "I think that you should show me." Yoongi wanted to die. He wanted to roll right out of bed and throw himself out of the bay window in their living room. They were only on the third floor and that wouldn't be enough to kill him, but maybe it'd be enough if he hit his head for him to forget this whole experience. Yoongi sighed, clenched his eyes shut, prayed this was a dream. Opened his eyes, looked at Jimin already shucking off his pants and dammit, he was actually going to do this.

"Are you sure, Jimin? That you actually want this? I mean, I could call like, Jin or something because he's eons better than me at this and--" Yoongi was cut off when Jimin rolled his hips onto Yoongi's thigh and god, fucking-- this was actually happening. "Alright, but I'm in charge, so none of that." Yoongi pushed Jimin away from his leg and Jimin whined, making grabby hands and trying to pull at Yoongi's shirt.

Jimin puckered his lips and tried to get as close to Yoongi as he could from where Yoongi was holding him back. "Kisses?" Yoongi laughed a little under his breath and kissed Jimin's forehead. Jimin whined and grabbed onto the back of Yoongi's head to kiss him on the lips. Yoongi gets momentarily caught up, completely forgetting that he's supposed to show Jimin what a boner is until Jimin jerks his hips up into Yoongi's thigh again.

Yoongi pushed Jimin back and laid a hand on his shoulder to keep him rested upon the mountain of stuffed animals he was leaning against. "You have to tell me if you don't like it, okay? Because I'll stop. Or if you want me to do something different, you gotta tell me. I won't know unless you say, so as rule, you have to voice your thoughts. Got it, kitten?" Jimin nodded and Yoongi pushed his shoulder a little harder. "Got it?"

"Got it, daddy. But as a rule, you have to kiss me, okay? And on the mouth, too." Jimin said and Yoongi nodded, pressing a chaste kiss to Jimin's lips before pulling down the front of his spongebob briefs. Jimin moved to cover himself and Yoongi knocked his hand out of the way.

"You have to let me see, kitten. I have to see what I'm doing." Jimin shook his head and grabbed Yoongi's face to make sure he couldn't look down. Yoongi braced himself for the impact, because he's gotten so used to Jimin knocking their heads together he may as well invest in a helmet.

"Y-you can't see," Jimin said, forehead against Yoongi's in total seriousness. "I-It's too small, a-and you can't see, okay?" Yoongi nodded and kept his forehead on Jimin's as he slipped his hand into his underwear. Jimin squirmed and Yoongi put a hand on his hip to keep him still. Yoongi ran his fingers over Jimin's dick and Jimin puffed out a heavy breath and rutted his hips against Yoongi's hand.

"Patience, kitten." Yoongi said, pressing his mouth against Jimin's. Jimin kissed back for half a second until Yoongi started properly pumping him, then his jaw fell slack as he keened into Yoongi's mouth. Yoongi took a second to wonder why the fuck he'd spent the last three months watching porn in the bathroom after Jimin went to bed when he had this waiting for him, but he didn't dwell on it. Jimin's forehead had since fallen away from his own and was sitting back against the pile of stuffed animals. His eyes were closed, mouth parted slightly and Yoongi took the time to glance down and wow, Jimin was lying. His dick was small... but in a cute sorta way. Small and pink and– Yoongi needs to collect himself.

Yoongi used his free hand to pull Jimin's underwear the rest of the way off and he knocked his legs apart with the back of his hand. He ran his thumb over Jimin's slit and the younger boy gasped, throwing his hands over his face to muffle whatever was coming out of his mouth in heavy pants. If he was being honest, Yoongi was kind of proud of himself for getting Jimin to fall apart so easily. Yoongi rubbed his thumb in circles on Jimin's thigh and pushed his hands away from his face with his nose.

Jimin grabbed onto Yoongi's hair and pulled him up, pulled his mouth over his own but made no move to actually kiss him, so Yoongi just left a peck on his bottom lip and flicked his wrist. Jimin started to moan but cut himself off, burying his face in Yoongi's neck. "No, c'mon, kitten, daddy wants to hear you."

Jimin nodded and pulled Yoongi back and kissed him harshly. Yoongi tentatively pushed his tongue against Jimin's bottom lip, but instead of opening his mouth Jimin started sucking on Yoongi's tongue and if he was being honest, Yoongi had to hold back a laugh because it kind of almost tickled. Yoongi flicked his wrist again on the upstroke, and as he brought his hand back down Jimin thrust his hips up, immediately afterward moaning out a, "s-sorry, daddy," into his mouth. Yoongi pumped a little faster, mostly because the arm he was holding himself up with was starting to shake and he didn't want to collapse on Jimin before he could get him off.

"Fu-udge oh my goodness," Jimin said, curling in on himself. Yoongi pushed his legs back down with his knee and rubbed the base of his hand against the head of Jimin's dick. "D-daddy, s-stop I'm gonna p-pee." Yoongi dug his thumb into Jimin's slit and the younger boy screamed, grabbing onto Yoongi's shoulders and clawing at his back. "I don't wanna p-pee, you gotta s-stop."

"You won't pee, kitten, don't worry." Yoongi assured, pressing kisses to the bottom of Jimin's jaw and along his neck. He alternated between fast and slow strokes, mostly because every time he'd slow his pace Jimin would whine and Yoongi was a little bit indulgent of the sound. Yoongi felt Jimin tense under him and he pumped a little faster, and Jimin tossed his head from side to side, bringing his hands down to put on top of his dick.

"I-It's coming out! I-I thought you said—" Yoongi kissed Jimin as he came, collecting all the moans and poorly masked expletives in his mouth. Jimin sighed heavily and went slack under Yoongi's grip, falling into the pile of stuffed animals before snapping back to life. "I-I peed, on your bed," Jimin looked like he was about to cry. "I-I'm sorry, daddy, I didn't mean to I'm—"

Yoongi shook his head and kissed Jimin's pouting lips. "It wasn't pee, kitten. You didn't pee in my bed. It's come, okay? Not pee." Yoongi reached down (against his better judgement) and gathered some of the come on his fingers and showed it to Jimin. "See? It's not pee, it's too thick. So don't worry about it. I'm going to go get a towel, take off your shirt, though, it's dirty."

When Yoongi came back to his room, damp towel in hand, Jimin was naked and passed out in the middle of the bed. Yoongi laughed under his breath and quickly wiped him off, throwing the towel across the room when he was done. He contemplated dressing Jimin, really he did, but decided against it when he figured that the apartment was pretty warm, and Yoongi's pretty warm, so it's not like Jimin would get cold or anything, and if he did, well, studies show skin to skin contact warms you up faster than layers of clothes or blankets, so.