Yoongi’s nervous, but he can’t hide his body’s eagerness.
“Heyyyy- whys everyone looking at me?” he asks, cringing as you and Jimin hold him down on the bed, identical evil grins plastered on your faces.
Jimin is on the left, holding Yoongi down by his shoulders; you are towards the right, sitting cutely beside Yoongi’s legs, both of your hands entwined in his right hand.
“We thought you deserved a treat,” you say, smirking conspiratorially at Jimin.
“A birthday treat!” Jimin chimes in, his face angelic.
You pull out the blindfold, holding it up to Yoongi, happy to see him gulping, his head rolling against the pillows as Jimin starts to giggle loudly.
“What? No! Aaaash, don’t be stupid…” Yoongi objects, but a smile flits across his face, “You guys, this is too much…”
“Don’t say that!” Jimin teases, dropping down to place a kiss on Yoongi’s nose - just so - and Yoongi grins despite himself, his nose crinkling as Jimin sits back up saying, “You never know, you might like it!”
Its easy to get him blindfolded what with Jimin working the sweetness angle. He simply pouts at Yoongi, his hands in his lap and his head low like he’s been scolded, and Yoongi practically melts at the sight alone.
Once he’s blindfolded, you both move to secure his wrists to the bedframe above his head. He’s consenting - awkwardly shy but starting to whimper more than cringe as you both arrange him. Soon enough both his wrists are tied up, with enough give in the bindings to allow him to wrap them around his hands just once. He does this, testing the give, noting how he can’t reach much at all.
“These seem quite tight,” he whines, and Jimin smiles widely at you, a look of anticipation so strong on his face that it sends a shiver up your spine. “You guys…?” Yoongi inquires, his blindfolded head looking between you both, or where he guess you are. Jimin answers by running his tongue across one of Yoongi’s bare nipples, and Yoongi gasps loudly at this heavy, wet touch.
You both set to work warming him up; kissing his body, lingering over every part of him. You and Jimin are laughing, chuckling as you worry Yoongi’s neck with kisses that turn into bites; licking deep stripes up his hips as your hands run up his thighs, teasing him incessantly. His squirming has given way to a deep, wanton roll in his hips now, and his chin is high as he pulls himself tight against his bindings, whining at the sensation of unknown pleasure mixed with restraint.
When you envelope his cock within your mouth Yoongi cries out so loudly you instantly begin to rethink your timings. He’s not going to last that long. You curl your tongue along him anyway, feeling him hit the back of your mouth, willing yourself not to choke, quickly rethinking your plan. You can feel Jimin moving beside you and open your eyes enough to see him, dick in hand, working himself up slowly as he positions himself next to Yoongi’s - currently gaping open - mouth.
The sight of Jimin feeding his cock to Yoongi makes you lose all sense of what you’re doing, and you almost choke, wrapping your hand around Yoongi’s cock thickly as you pull him out of your mouth.
Yoongi’s reaching gesture, the way his head leans out, his mouth open expectantly; the way Jimin’s face is transformed the second he’s within Yoongi’s mouth, instantly overwhelmed, is all too much for you. A soft moan comes out of your mouth, unexpectedly harmonising with the muffled sounds coming from Yoongi.
You move between his legs, hitching them up so that you can reach his ass. Yoongi shifts eagerly as he becomes aware of you, letting you position his legs. You start to eat him out and the sound that comes out of him as you do so makes you snigger reflexively, giggling against his asshole even as you lick at him. Jimin continues to fuck his mouth, his hands gently cradling Yoongi’s head, his face beatific as he groans loudly at the ceiling.
You’ve got two fingers in Yoongi now, and you move slightly to reach across the bed. You look to Jimin who meets your gaze with a slow nod. He eases his cock out of Yoongi’s mouth with a sigh, raising Yoongi’s blindfold so he can peek out with one eye. Yoongi blinks, looking from Jimin, standing next to him, cock in hand, to you, sitting in between his legs, two fingers gently fucking his ass, your spare hand now holding the strap.
Yoongi’s mouth opens automatically and closes again with a click. A smile like a Vegas street sign lights up his face momentarily and is then just as quickly gone as his single visible eye fixes on you, fiery with greed. “Go on then,” he says, as if its a dare.
“Oh?” you say, your voice now high and sweetly patronising, “Did you want this?”
He smirks at you, knowing your game, knowing you want him to beg. You move your fingers within him, reminding him exactly whats at stake, smiling as he squirms, whinging loudly, his head thrown back against the pillows, the blindfold settling back over his eyes.
“Fine, ashhh… please!” he says finally, his voice heated.
“Please what?” Jimin asks teasingly, still stroking himself next to Yoongi’s head. But before even waiting for a reply, he stuffs himself back into Yoongi’s mouth again, choking out any potential response. You match him, pushing your fingers deeper inside, watching Yoongi’s face for only a second before you’re down licking at him again, working your tongue in alternating strokes with your hand, undoing him completely.
When you enter him with the strap the moan that rips itself out of his lungs is enough to make both you and Jimin gape, the urgency and want so plain within it.
You respond in kind, pushing deep within him, loving the way his legs strain against you, the way he’s fucking down onto you. Jimin moans loudly, warningly, and you know he’s close to coming as well. You fuck hard into Yoongi, smirking at the way his dick bounces rigidly against his belly with your thrusts, the way his cries have become dark, like he’s lost deep within the borders of pleasure, pain, and pure, hot pressure.
Jimin eventually begins to climax and you ease your movements slightly to let Yoongi concentrate. His hands are coiled within his restraints, his whole body now leant onto Jimin, sucking desperately at him as Jimin hitches up his knee, pushing himself in as deep as possible - Yoongi audibly choking as he is held completely still - Jimin coming thickly in his mouth.
You start to gently work back into Yoongi then, gripping at his hips, his ass, reminding him of what you’d started. He swallows and then gasps loudly, his moans turned to strained whimpers now. Jimin has moved, repositioning himself so he’s lying against Yoongi, hands reaching to jerk him off. You keep up your rhythm, feeling him out, but a soft sound hits your ears and you realise he’s struggling against his blindfold. Jimin notices too and quickly moves to pull it off, Yoongi’s hair falling in his face as you both notice the tears in his eyes.
“Please...” he says, plaintively, his eyes closed tight again as he throws his head back, whining.
“Shhhh, It’s okay,” you say, trying to soothe him even as you increase your speed, gripping him tightly as you fuck into him, “Come on baby, cum for us now…”
He’s crying when he comes; Jimin’s hands working him even as you pound into his ass. Its a wild sound that hits the air when he does so, and a string of profanities follow it as the tears roll down his face. His smile is emphatic as he blazes through his orgasm, doors opening in his mind as he closes his eyes.
Jimin’s the first to laugh afterwards, a bright, sunlit thing, and he quickly jumps up to kiss Yoongi’s cheeks, stroking his face to wipe away the tears, smiling fondly at the both of you as he lays back down, his fingers now tracing dreamy shapes across Yoongi’s chest,
“Happy Birthday Yoongi,” he says.
-Ask for Yoonmin Anon 💛w/ Min Yoongi & Jimin.
