Do You Want Some

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Do You Want Some? Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/12828519. Rating:

Explicit

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Category:

M/M

Fandom:

| Bangtan Boys | BTS

Relationship:

Min Yoongi | Suga/Park Jimin

Character:

Min Yoongi | Suga, Park Jimin (BTS), Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Jeon Jungkook, Kim Namjoon | Rap Monster, Kim Taehyung | V, Kim Seokjin | Jin

Additional Tags:

Alternate Universe, Fluff and Smut, Fluffy Ending, Public Blow Jobs, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Fluff and Humor, Park Jimin Is a Tease, Come Eating, just a little bit, Rimming, Cute Park Jimin, Park Jimin Is a Little Shit, Dancer Park Jimin, Top Min Yoongi | Suga, Bottom Park Jimin, Making Out, Yoongi Is Slightly Obsessed with Jimin, Jimin Is Slightly Obsessed with Yoongi, Drunk Min Yoongi | Suga, Texting, park jimin is a flirt, so is yoongi, Alcohol, Blacking Out, Drunken Flirting, Flirting, Dirty Talk, Pet Names, Grumpy Min Yoongi | Suga, Min Yoongi | Suga Is a Softy, Jealousy, Saying Slut During Sex, Cheese, One Shot, Hyung Kink, If You Squint - Freeform

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Published: 2017-11-26 Words: 18531

Do You Want Some? by HereIGoAgain Summary

“Thank you, hyung,” Jimin murmured as Yoongi handed him the cotton candy. The second it was in his possession, Jimin plucked off a pinch of it and put his fingers in his mouth, tongue flicking out to capture the sticky remnants. Yoongi realized he had fucked up. (or, in which Yoongi finally meets Jimin at a bar and doesn't waste any time in getting a piece of dat ass, except when he does via flirty follow up meetings and one cheesy date)

Notes

this was supposed to be a short smutty Yoonmin fic and it turned into 18k words of cheese and fluff AND smut because I can't help myself. Un-beta'd. update: kekeke I made a MOODBOARD for this fic, my first one ever ouu

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The first time Yoongi met Jimin, he was shitfaced. He couldn’t blame Hoseok really. Sure, they were celebrating a couple things. Their new era as roommates. His dance team’s first place win, and everyone from the studio (of age) was at the bar, putting the dance floor to shame. Sure, he might have challenged Yoongi with a first one to stop taking shots pays for the bill (and sure, they were celebrating Hoseok and his team and whatever, and Yoongi wasn’t going to make Hoseok pay for everything, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to pass up the chance to wipe the cheeky grin off Hoseok’s face). Fifteen minutes later, Hoseok was waving his hands in defeat at his ninth shot, whereas Yoongi was grinning goofily at his eleventh. He accepted Hoseok’s defeat and promptly ordered two more beers. “Chasers,” he said to Hoseok, and they clinked glasses and took a sip. “So Yoongi,” Hoseok drawled, which would have ordinarily brought on a wary glare from the elder, but only drew a grin. “You excited to finally meet the rest of my guys?” Yoongi snorted into his beer. “Your guys?” “My boys,” Hoseok crowed, waving both hands in the air. As one hand currently had a beer in it, the people behind them shouted in alarm when drops of foams sprayed over them. “My other best friends. Don’t feel too bad,” Hoseok added, patting the top of Yoongi’s head. “You’re still my favorite.” “Thank God.” Hoseok grinned widely at him. “Yoongi,” he drawled again. “Jimin is coming.” Yoongi’s brow furrowed. “Thighs?” Hoseok doubled over the bar in a fit of giggles. For some reason, Yoongi also found this hilarious, leaning so far against Hoseok he almost fell off his chair. The bartender slid a couple glasses of water in front of them. “I’m so glad you said that,” Hoseok finally gasped. “You know—yah, finally!” Hoseok was suddenly shouting, waving his hands wildly, sans beer this time. Then, to Yoongi, “They’re here.” He cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled. “JIMIN! KOOK! OVER HERE.” Yoongi shoved Hoseok, making a face at the volume of his voice. He recognized the names well. Hoseok talked about them a lot, had even shown Yoongi a few (okay, a more accurate number was 72?) practice videos, plus all the photos on social media. And of all the faces and bodies, one stood out to Yoongi in particular. And he was standing right next to Yoongi, breathlessly saying hello to a beaming Hoseok. Elbow on the bar, Yoongi rested his neck on his hand, turning just slightly to look at the two who had joined them. His gaze swept over the one closed to Hoseok, a boyish looking guy with soft, brown doe eyes and even softer brown hair, and came to a faltering halt on the guy next to him. Hair fluffed and falling into his eyes, blonde and white and silvery all at once, wide brown eyes rimmed in smoldering dark eyeliner, cheeks fucking glowing¸ and his lips (plush and what the—) and, fucking yup, his thighs were really that incredible, rippling muscle all too visible underneath the dark red leather of his pants. Red leather. Yoongi consciously forced himself not to drink the rest of his beer in one big gulp.

“Sorry we’re late,” he said, and Yoongi, alcohol fucking thrumming in his ears, swung his chair around. His knee swiped against thighs (fuck, firm—) and the other boy was suddenly standing in between his legs. “Ah, Yoongi, would you like me to officially introduce you to Jimin?” Hoseok said, waggling his eyebrows in a way that he definitely wouldn’t have gotten away with if Yoongi wasn’t, A) fucked up and B) preoccupied with the warm body in between his knees. Hoseok gave the younger boy a careless pat on the head. “And Jungkook here, barely of age. Where’s Taehyung?”” “Barely?” Jungkook said, swiping Hoseok’s beer and taking a large glug. “It’s his mom’s birthday,” Jungkook said as if it were the worst news in the world. Yoongi smiled and leaned forward, bringing his face slightly closer to Jimin’s than was socially acceptable for a first meeting. Jimin, however, looked down at the ground and fucking grinned, a small flush tinting his cheeks, and Yoongi couldn’t stop himself from thinking, his alcohol drowned brain all but screaming it at him Oh you look like a lot of fun. “Damn,” Yoongi said, and couldn’t figure out if he should be embarrassed or not. He felt warm. He put his hands on his own legs and slowly slid them down towards his knees, where the fingers of his left hand were able to stroke the back of Jimin’s upper thigh. Hoseok was too drunk to notice, or care, and the other one, Jungkook, was waving down the bartender for a drink of his own. Jimin glanced over at the other two, then back at Yoongi. A small smile played at his lips (fuck) and he said, “You’re Yoongi-hyung. Hoseok-hyung has been talking about his new roommate a lot.” He giggled. Yoongi quickly reached for his beer. “Says you’re scary.” “Ahh. D’you think I’m scary?” Jimin’s smile definitely looked more like a smirk now, and Yoongi had the urge drag his thumb down across the pink skin and hold it in place. “Hyung doesn’t seem scary.” Yoongi grinned at him then, his left hand suddenly moving up onto Jimin’s hip and squeezing, something the very very small part of his sober brain managed to whisper was maybe not such a smart idea and he was lucky Jimin had not slapped him yet. He was drunk though, and promptly ignored that voice, especially when Jimin turned fully, one delicate hand pushing up the leather sleeve of his jacket, small fingers resting on the silver loop in his ear. Yoongi swayed a little, thought about turning his head and sucking those fingers into his mouth. Jimin’s eyes were gleaming, or that could have been the alcohol. Yoongi narrowed his eyes in an effort to focus and Jimin chuckled. “Hoseok, you didn’t tell me hyung was so cute.” “Brat,” Yoongi said, probably speaking louder than necessary. That could be one reason Jimin was laughing at him. “That’s hyung to you too. Hoseok, do you not command respect?” Hoseok choked on his sip of beer. Jungkook happily took the glass out of Hoseok’s hands as the older boy mumbled, “I might puke.” “Pathetic,” Yoongi said, then abruptly grabbed Jimin’s fingers, which were trailing softly over the curve of his ear, and held his hand against his chest. “You should learn respect, you know.” Jimin looked at him for a beat, then signaled to the bartender. “Two more?” he said, pointing at the slew of empty shot glasses in front of Yoongi. He smiled coyly at Yoongi. “You must be able to do at least one more then, with me.”

“Ah, ah, wait a minute—” Yoongi said, holding in a hiccup. “Hyung,” Jimin said, widening his eyes innocently. “It’s just one. Look at all of them,” he said, nodding at the empty glasses, and faintly in the back of Yoongi’s mind, he had the suspicious inkling that Jimin was possibly fucking with him. “If you could do one more, I would be so good for you.” Jimin pushed a full glass at Yoongi. “Respectful,” he added with a twinkle in his eye. “Oi, Yoongi,” Hoseok said, furrowing his brow at the shot Yoongi was holding at eye level. “I don’t know about—” Jungkook shoved his beer into Hoseok’s face, effectively shutting him up. Yoongi pursed his lips at Jimin, wondering when his fingers had started touching his ear again, flicking at the silver hoop. “You don’t tell me what to do you sexy little shit,” Yoongi said. Then brought the shot to his lips. His next conscious moment, Yoongi was waking up with a stabbing headache, roiling stomach, and a text on his phone from new contact. jimin sexy little shit [4:02AM] don’t forget to drink water hyung