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Jimin entered the church, pushing the dark mahogany doors open to enter the warm building, instantly hearing a soft piano playing in the background. Unraveling his scarf and removing his gloves to shove into his jacket's pocket, he smiles and greets the other church goers entering around him.
It's a chilled Saturday evening with snow lightly falling from the sky, a cool glow from the moon settling over the air, as it's the time of year where the sun disappears behind the horizon earlier than usual. It's his first time coming to church on a Saturday evening as opposed to Sunday morning curious to see how the night service was, as he isn't a morning person whatsoever, so dragging himself out of bed at ass-o-clock was getting more and more difficult with each passing week.
Shuffling through the various people grouped around the Narthex chatting, he heads towards the Nave to sit and browse through his phone until the service begins. Situating himself midway through the pews, he settles and starts scrolling through his timeline on Twitter to kill time, and sending a few texts to some of his friends. Every few moments someone he knew would pass and offer him a hug, or just simply bow, in greeting then proceed to make small talk regarding the weather or his family.
After about fifteen minutes of sitting in the pew, the bells begin chiming to signify that the service would be starting shortly, so he pockets his phone and switches to watching the families or single guests shuffling in and taking their seats in the pews surrounding him. Once all guests were settled, the bells switched to the choir and organ.
Everyone arose as Taehyung steps onto the Altar and begins to light the candles surrounding the podium the priest would speak his sermons and lead the service from. The hymns are Jimin's favorite part of church if he's honest, he doesn't sing as often as he'd like but church gives him an excuse to sing as loud as he'd like since in the end, it ends up getting drowned out by all the other voices singing as well.
He's been a member of this church for years now, practically growing up within these walls, always participating in youth group activities and even being part of the choir for a short while before his college workload didn't spare him enough time for practices. He was and still is always highly praised for how beautiful and angelic his voice sounds.
Up until a few weeks ago the church had been ran by the Kims, a wonderfully kind family who gave so much of their time and efforts to the church and community. The priest is elderly, however, so he retired with a heavy heart but him, his wife and children now still frequent as members of the church and attend Sunday mornings services. Their sons Namjoon and Taehyung, who also grew up alongside Jimin, still participate in church activities and help around with whatever they can.
Since neither Namjoon or Taehyung had wanted to take on the role of head priest, after a lot of consideration, their father had offered the role to a pleasant and well-spoken middle-aged man who had begun attending the church shortly before Father Kim's retiring. The man had formerly been a priest of his own church back in his hometown Daegu before moving to Busan. The Sunday morning sermons were always busier and had more attendees than the Saturday night one, so Father Min lead the sermons on Sundays while his son Yoongi was the one to lead the Saturday night sermons.
Since Jimin hasn't frequented the Saturday night services yet, he hasn't had the opportunity to properly introduce himself to and meet Yoongi. So far he's only seen the back of the man's head from where he's sat a few pews ahead of him and quick glances as entering and exiting the church on Sunday mornings. Jimin knew very little of him, only that he is 23 years old, so the two are close in age with Jimin only being 21.
Halfway through the hymn, once the candles are all lit, Yoongi begins to walk into the Nave through the center aisle also mouthing along with the hymn. Jimin's eyes instantly move to Yoongi who is slowly walking towards the altar, and oh. Jimin stumbles over his words for a moment, gaining a few questioning glances from the people seated beside him, before giving a sheepish smile and clearing his throat, then continuing to sing.
Jimin didn't know what he expected when he got a good look at Yoongi for the first time, but he definitely did not expect one of the most beautiful faces he's ever seen. Yoongi has sharp and focused eyes, which were focused on the book in his han- oh his hands. Jimin's eyes trace the veins he can see until they disappear underneath the sleeves of his robe. His hands look delicate but he can see an underlying strength in the way his long fingers grip the edges of the book.
Oh, how beautiful those hands would look in between his legs, the lighter shade of the priest's skin contrasting with his own warm tan, slowly working him ope-
Wait.
What?
Jimin bites his lower lip, averting his eyes and mentally scolding himself for having those kinds of thoughts, especially in a church of all fucking places, about the priest. He exhales, forgetting all about the hymn he should be singing, before looking up and back to Yoongi who was now standing at the altar as the hymn was coming to an end.
"Good evening everyone, thank you for attending tonight," he begins with a warm smile decorating his face before continuing, "You may be seated," he says as well as motions towards everyone with his free hand.
Jimin looks at the man closer now that he's still, noticing his thin but pout shaped lips, button nose, and dark hair shaved into an undercut with a fringe that stops right above his cat-like eyes. He has lightly tanned skin which looked as if it were glowing under the lights hanging from the ceiling.
"To begin the service we're going to start in the book of Psalm," Yoongi announces, his voice loud through the room due to the microphone attached to the top of his collar.
Jimin flips to the verse requested, but his mind focusing on everything but the phrases on the page or the words echoing through the room. His eyes are glued to Yoongi, watching the way his Adam's apple bobs with every word he speaks, or the sound of his deep voice feeling like its rattling his very bones. Also, the way Yoongi's hands freely motion as he reads various verses off the page as well as adding in his own comments and interpretations of certain phrases or quotes.
Time crawls by with Jimin not being able to focus his mind quickly turning turn south but is escalated when he notices a small amount of sweat starting to form on Yoongi's face and throat from the heavy robes, the heat to keep the winter chill out and the lights beating down above him. Despite how much he has already mentally scolded himself he can't help thoughts coming through his mind full force.
Now, he knows he should be repulsed, he's at church and this is his priest he's having these thoughts about. Everything about this should be setting red alarms off in his head, which in fairness it is, but the thrill of the idea of it is outweighing the imaginary flashing of the alarm.
He can't help the thoughts of Yoongi whispering into his ear, his deep voice and hot breath against his ear and fanning towards the side of his face and neck. Is Yoongi the type to whisper praises? Mumbling out how good Jimin is between thrusts, how beautiful he looks taking his cock so wonderfully as he presses it a little deeper down his throat, and how pretty he sounds when he angles his hips just right and makes Jimin cry in pleasure after hitting his prostate. Or is he the type to degrade Jimin and make him feel hot and embarrassed, grunting into Jimin's ear telling him how much of a slut he is as he pounds into him, or what would his God think of him like this with his crotched pressed and rubbing against the desk and elbows shaking as they rest on it as he's getting fucked from behind while sobbing and begging for more.
Okay, Jimin needs to stop before he gets a fucking semi in church surrounded by the people who have watched him grow up, most of which are in their seventies and eighties.
The thought was enough to quickly snap him back into his right mind, quickly trying to piece back to together his sanity, realizing he's just been staring at Yoongi's face like some fucking creep instead of down at the Bible, left forgotten in his lap, like everyone else in the room. He glances down, practically burning holes into the pages with how intense his stare is. He manages a few minutes before chancing a look back up at Yoongi, flushing when he sees Yoongi looking back at him with a certain look that Jimin can't decipher on his face.
Panic alarms immediately set off in Jimin's head, worrying that he just creeped the older man out. He can't help but repeat oh my god, of course, I fucking creeped him out I was just eye fucking him for 20 minutes straight in his head. He wills his face to return to its normal color as he worries his bottom lip between his teeth and keeps his eyes glued down to verses in front of him.
Let it be known that Park Jimin is a weak man, but he tries.
And, God, did he try.
He tries to keep his thoughts clean and spiffy while mentally praying to be cleansed of every thought that crossed his mind. It was working, for a few minutes at least, until his ears focus again and hears the deep, slightly raspy voice continuing to read through a sermon about whatever the fuck, Jimin couldn't tell you at this point.
His mind goes back to how much deeper Yoongi's voice must sound when he's close to orgasming and being pushed over the edge. Would he grunt out, growl while he fucks Jimin, or would he be mixing swears and Jimin's name religiously in between soft pants as he fucks into jimin's ass, his mouth, his whatever the hell he wants, until he's climaxed?
Jimin could feel his pants growing a little tighter than they were a few minutes ago, and he quickly flushes red again, adjusting his position and pushing the bible closer to his crotch to cover the growing bulge, cursing himself up and down for getting a fucking boner in church as the Lord's words are being echoed into his ears.
Although his mind isn't cooperating and he keeps imagining Yoongi punishing him for having these impure thoughts in God's house. Would he take him into the priest's office or just do it right here on the altar on in one of the pews for anyone to walk in and see? Jimin imagines the older edging him until he's a sobbing, leaking and pleading mess begging to finally receive the release he needs. Yoongi would drag it out, telling him that he's a bad boy, and asking if he really deserves to come.
Fuck, he was fucked. Like, beyond fucked.
As fucked as he could get without something actually being inside of him.
He somehow manages to focus again, realizing the sermon is ending and the communion service is about to begin. He would have to get up, be in front of the entire church with a fucking semi in the front of his pants.
Another hymn started and, okay, he has about 3 minutes to will his boner down, he can do this. Images of anything that could kill it quickly flashes through his mind, dead kittens, puppies, rabbits, even his grandma in lingerie, he mentally apologizes to her, and a few more awful things like houses burning, who the fuck knows. He doesn't know how he did it but it managed to work, so he praises that God apparently still loves him enough that he allowed it to happen.
Taehyung is the one to usher the rows of people up front to drink the glass of wine and eat the wafer offered by Yoongi before bowing their heads in prayer and being dismissed back to their seats. Jimin felt his anxiety climbing with each pew sent up front because it kept getting closer and closer to his row, and oh god he should have sat further back.
Once his pew gets ushered up, he walks up the main aisle on unsteady feet followed by the people sitting in the same row as him. Reaching the crossing, they stand until Yoongi nods to them, greeting them by declaring "Welcome to the Lord's table," he then reaching his hands out to signify they can now kneel on the plush red cushions at the small railing set around the altar.
Starting from the left Yoongi goes to each person, giving them a blessing and placing the wafer in their cupped hands before bowing and moving onto the person positioned to their right. Jimin began to panic even more now because Yoongi is nearing him and is going to be right in front of him in a second and he wasn't ready to be that close, nope, not at all.
Yoongi reaches the space in front of him, and the younger cupped his unsteady hands waiting for the wafer to be placed in his palms, his eyes fixed to his own hands until a few moments later and the wafer wasn't placed in his hands. He questioningly glanced up to Yoongi, wondering if he had been skipped, his eyes instantly locking with the Priests. Let it be known, that was a mistake. He thought Yoongi's eyes were sharp and intense from a distance but that was nothing on how little he felt underneath his gaze this close up.
"Jimin, it's a pleasure to meet you," Yoongi practically purrs out, extending out his hand in greeting, which Jimin hesitantly takes and shakes before repeating the greeting. There was a glint of something in Yoongi's eyes as he takes in the blonde's state before putting the wafer into his hand, which was still frozen mid-air from shaking the older's hand. He then bowed deeply to Jimin, never breaking eye contact before moving to the next person seated on his right.
Jimin hesitantly put the wafer into his mouth, his tongue slightly coming out to catch the circular item. He thinks he might have seen Yoongi out of the corner of his eye looking his way, but he'll chalk that up to his imagination.
Seconds later, Namjoon occupies the spot that had Yoongi just stood in, handing him a small glass of wine, bowing deeply before following Yoongi's pattern and offering once to the next person.
Once the two had passed through everyone kneeling at the railing, Yoongi spoke one more prayer before bowing again and dismissing them back to their seats.
Jimin doesn't know what to make of that look he saw in Yoongi's eyes, up there. The rest of the service flashes by as the younger keeps replaying that interaction through his head on a loop, trying to understand what it meant.
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Bells began to ring again, signifying the service is now ending and the final hymn starts to close the night. Opposite of what happened in the first hymn, Yoongi begins to leave through this, exiting through the center aisle once again. Once he exits through the doors to the Narthax, the rest of the guests begin to be dismissed pew by pew by Namjoon and Taehyung.
Jimin knows he'll have to face Yoongi again since it's tradition the Priest waits by the door to wish everyone who attended a good night and safe travels.
Once his aisle is dismissed, he makes a beeline for the bathroom connected to the Narthax to try and calm himself down a little. Yes, he's going to be a little fucking dramatic about it and splash cool water onto his face, taking a few minutes to reflect back and wonder what the fuck got into him this evening.
Jimin isn't about to lie and call himself a saint, he's a 22-year-old man for fuck's sake, he obviously has needs, he just never imagined his needs involved getting choked or dicked down by his attractive priest's cock. Now that he realizes this he's not really sure what to do with this information. This is a man of God he's talking about here, hooking up obviously isn't on his list things of things that are okay.
All he knows is he needs to get home so he can retreat to his room and finally get himself off since he's been wound up all night.
He's about to take a second to let himself wonder how he'll get himself off, if he's too wound up and he'll just go straight for his dick or if he'll be patient enough to work himself open for one of his favori- nope. Nope nope nope. He managed to will his half hard cock down once he refuses to let it twitch up again until he's in the privacy of his own room.
Unfortunately, the first step is to leave the building and face Yoongi again. He's strong enough, he can do this.
A few minutes and a few more mental pep talks later, he opens the bathroom door to begin heading towards to coat rack to gather his jacket and scarf. He glances around the area and realizes the room is almost empty now, very few people left behind saying goodbye to each other, and he wonders how long he was in the bathroom for.
"Ah, Jimin-ssi. I wasn't sure if I missed your leaving already" he hears, the voice he's been thinking about all night, come from across the room.
"J-just Jimin is fine, Father. And no, I was just getting ready to leave now," he replies bowing to the older man, wondering how fastly he can run out of here without being weird about it.
He see's the priest's eyes scan over his form before locking with his and the Priest clears his throat, asking "Jimin would you come to my office, if aren't in any rush? I wanted to properly greet myself." That Look, Jimin cleverly named it, was back on Yoongi's face and he shivered slightly.
He felt his face, ears and chest flush thoroughly as he stumbled out "O-of course Father, I'd love to."
A wickedish grin made it's way onto Yoongi's face as he nods and motions his arm out for Jimin to lead the way, so the younger starts heading to the room on the opposite side of the Narthex where the doorway is, footsteps hot on his heels.
Jimin knows he's going to get scolded, thoughts filled with how obvious he must have been, eye-fucking the Priest the entire sermon and even popping a boner, he was sitting in the aisle seat for fuck's sake, of course, Yoongi probably saw it. He couldn't even begin to imagine how disgusted Yoongi must be right now by his actions, that's obviously what that look he was giving him was for. He's gonna have to sit in his office and be put to shame for having impure thoughts and reactions in a house of God.
Shame and embarrassment were already filling Jimin to his very core as he made the realization. Reaching the door and stepping to the side, Yoongi reaches into his slacks pocket, robes from the sermon having been removed, to retrieve a set of keys to slide one into the lock. Once the lock clicked, he steps to the side, holding the door, and motioning to let Jimin step inside. Once in the room, he asks the younger to take a seat while lingering behind him at the door.
Did Jimin just hear the door lock? No there's no reason he would have locked the door, he must have imagined it.
"Jimin," Yoongi sternly said from behind the younger, shame and embarrassment were building and overflowing from him at this point, making him feel like he's seconds from bursting at his seams.
"I'm so sorry, Father. I'm so so sorry, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I can stop coming to this church, I'll go to another one I won't show myself around you anymore I'm so so-" Jimin rushes out, cheeks hot and wet from tears of embarrassment he didn't even realize were escaping his eyes. He quickly reaches up to wipe at them, hoping the older doesn't notice.
He feels a delicate yet strong hand land on his shoulder and a soft voice right next to his ear, "Jimin," he feels the hot breath against his ear and he has to suppress a shiver from running through the entirety his body "Have you been having impure thoughts about Father?"
Jimin starts shaking, his face somehow turning a few shades redder and more tears start finding their way onto his cheeks, "Father, I've been weak."
The hand slowly lifted from his shoulder, he hears a tut come from the man behind him, before mumbling out, "What am I to do with you, Jimin?"
For the probably, thousandth time this night, Jimin doesn't know what makes the thought come to his mind. What's even worse is this time, it slips out through his lips and is spoken out loud.
"Will you punish me, Father?" he softly asks, spinning in his seat to make eye contact with the elder. He tilts his head slightly in question as his eyes go a little wider and his eyebrows raise slightly.
Yoongi's eyes grow impossibly darker as he rounds the seat in an instant, the younger following his movements, now facing forward in his seat once more. Yoongi's hands find the armrests on Jimin's chair, caging the younger into the seat, making him feel so small in comparison to the man towering over him.
Electricity is buzzing under the blonde's skin as the priest brings his face closer, nose pressing against the younger's jaw, letting out a shaky breath, the warm air fanning down Jimin's neck. Jimin feels, more than sees, the Priest's adam apple bob as he swallows. His face still pressed against Jimin's jaw and throat, the younger can see the slight shake in Yoongi's hands as they press firmly against the armrests, remaining still for a few moments.
"Jimin, tell me I'm misreading the situation," the priest says bluntly, the words coming out with contrasting soft breaths against the younger's throat.
Jimin lets out a shaky exhale, hesitantly tilting his head to the side to give the older better access to his jaw and neck.
"Please fuck me, father."
All hesitation building up was stripped clear as Yoongi attached himself to the throat being offered in front of him, not hesitating to suck a dark red mark into the skin before biting it, relishing in the soft mewls coming from Jimin, before crashing his lips with the younger's.
Jimin's pants grew tighter embarrassingly fast, although he didn't have much time to dwell on it before Yoongi's palm found its way to his lap to begin kneading the bulge. Drinking the moans, whimpers, and mewls right from Jimin's mouth, he bit down on his bottom lip to insert his tongue into the younger's mouth.
Jimin was trying to keep a grip on his sanity as Yoongi continued his attack on his mouth, attempting to keep his noises down to a minimum. The idea of someone possibly overhearing him or coming into the room to see Yoongi towering over him, one hand on his clothed cock and the other twisted in his hair, made his body feel hot all over and he couldn't suppress the buck of his hips into Yoongi's palm.
"No, no baby. None of that," Yoongi's voice, which dropped an octave or two, mumbled out into the kiss, before removing his hand from Jimin's crotch, causing a whine to build in the back of the younger's throat. "You're supposed to be punished, remember? You think I'll let you get off that easily?" He questions, backing up and leaning against the desk a short distance in front of the younger.
Jimin was taking pride in the fact that the priest looks equally affected as he does. His eyes looking blown out and an obvious tent in the front of his slacks.
"Tell Father, what is it that was on your mind, hm? What was in that pretty little mind of yours to get you so wound up and so distracted?" Yoongi began questioning, a teasing tone laced into his deep voice as he eyed Jimin squirming in his seat.
Jimin swallowed before letting out a shaky breath, "Father, I couldn't help myself, I-I.." he began, eyes beginning to water up out of embarrassment and feeling overwhelmed even though the man wasn't even touching him, "I can't stop thinking about your cock."
"Hm? What about it angel? You're going to have to be a little more specific, what about my cock?" Yoongi questioned, the teasing tone still present.
"I need it in me Father, please. I'll be so good for you" he began, a small whine building in the back of his throat.
"Not yet angel, you need to tell father what it is you were thinking and then you can have my cock, okay?" his gaze was fixed hard on Jimin's quivering bottom lip, which the younger was chewing on.
"I couldn't stop thinking about you fucking me, I couldn't stop thinking about you bending me over your desk and fucking me so hard that I would forget how to even speak. I want you to make me come as many times as I possibly can, I'll do it for you Father, please please please just touch me," Jimin was sobbing and began palming at his own erection through his pants, so sensitive that he instantly bucked his hips as soon as he made contact.
Yoongi lunged forward to knock Jimin's hand away to replace it with his own once again, instantly knocking their lips together in a mess of heat and tongues.
Yoongi pulled Jimin up from the chair without breaking the kiss and losing contact, spinning them to push Jimin against the desk to continue the attack on his mouth. After a few moments, Jimin felt like he was suffocating, in the best way possible, but had to pull back to gulp in a few lung fulls of air. Yoongi didn't cease his ministrations, instead continuing down Jimin's neck to leave more dark bruises. He slipped a hand up the front of Jimin's shirt, feeling the expanse of his stomach and chest before landing on a nipple, squeezing and rolling it between two deft fingers. Jimin threw his head back at this, bucking his hips against Yoongi's crotch causing them both to let out a moan.
"You're so sensitive angel, God you're so good for me," Yoongi mumbled against Jimin's collarbone, still rolling the nipple between his fingers.
Jimin didn't know how to reply, but any response he would have was ripped right from his throat in the form of a moan as Yoongi quickly lifted his shirt entirely and latched his mouth onto the nipple not between his fingers. Jimin's hands quickly went Yoongi's hair, gripping for dear life as his hips began rutting against the older's in rhythm.
After a few more moments of Yoongi sucking and licking Jimin's nipples, he backed away and sat back into the chair, pulling Jimin along with him to settle on the floor in front of him. The younger sat in between Yoongi's spead legs, his hands instantly going to rest on the older's thighs as he watched Yoongi's movements, not wanting to miss a single thing.
Yoongi was unzipping his slacks and lifted himself slightly to pull them, along with his boxers, down just enough to let his cock spring free. He groaned as the chilled air of the room hit him.
"Do you want my cock, angel? Do you want me to fill up that beautiful, sinful mouth of yours with my cock until you're gagging on it?" Yoongi growled out as he slowly ran his long fingers up and down his cock, teasing himself.
"Please Father I promise I'll make you feel good," Jimin begged, nuzzling his face up right under Yoongi's cock, his warm breath ghosting over the exposed flesh, making Yoongi groan again at the feeling and the sight of Jimin watching his cock like it was the most beautiful fucking thing in the world.
Yoongi didn't trust his voice and nodded at Jimin who quickly leaned forward and grabbed the base of Yoongi's cock, his small hand not being able to fully fit around his large girth. He wasted no time in sinking his warm mouth down onto Yoongi's cock and moaning around it, the vibrations making Yoongi curse under his breath as his hands found purchase in Jimin's locks.
Jimin's tongue was running along the underside of Yoongi's cock, his head dipping lower and lower until he moved his hand from the base and his nose reached the patch of trimmed hair. He gave a hard suck which caused Yoongi to buck his hips up, pushing his cock further, gagging Jimin who moaned and began shaking at the feeling. Not budging, he began sucking harder before lifting up and resting his lips on the tip of Yoongi's cock, leaving little kisses and kitten licks around before lightly digging his tongue into the slit, pulling more curses out from Yoongi's mouth.
"Yoongi you taste so so good," he said then paused to lick up the bead of precome forming on the slit, "can you please fuck my mouth Yoongi? Please, you'll feel so good," he continued, then resumed lapping up the precome spilling out, not wanting to waste a single tase of it, as he mumbled out a few whispered pleas.
"F-fuck angel, s-since you asked s-so nicely," Yoongi stuttered out, the feeling of Jimin's tongue still attacking his slit causing him to forget how to speak properly. Jimin beamed at him, before sinking back down effortlessly until the older's cock was pressing against the back of his throat. Jimin's hands remained gripped on Yoongi's thighs, as Yoongi began to lift his hips to fuck into Jimin's warm, wet mouth. Slowly at first to let Jimin get used to it, before fucking in harder and pressing Jimin down by the back of his head.
"Fuck angel, you take me so well. You love this, huh? You love gagging on cock, don't you? You look so fucking good like this, baby," Yoongi grit out between his teeth, Jimin response limited to a few whimpers escaping through his throat.
Yoongi bucked up a few more times before pulling Jimin off, not wanting to come so soon, and causing a whine to crack through Jimin's throat. His eyes were red and watering, tear streaks running down his face and his lips and chin a mess of saliva and precome.
"Stand up baby lean over the desk for me okay?" Jimin quickly obeyed, arching his back as he stuck his ass out, putting it on display for Yoongi. He quickly got up the seat he was in, legs shaky from the pleasure he had felt, before he dropped to his knees behind Jimin leaving his face level with Jimin's ass.
Not wanting to waste any time, he reached around to blindly undo Jimin's belt and slacks, pulling everything down in one go and off around his ankles, leaving Jimin's glorious ass bare and thighs in his face. He lifted a palm before smacking it into the flesh, watching the way it jiggled deliciously as Jimin's back, somehow, arched even further as he pressed his ass back closer to the palm. A few more smacks were landed against him, before Yoongi took a cheek in each hand, kneading the flesh before leaning forward to bite a few marks into each one, each bite getting closer and closer to Jimin's hole.
Jimin was whining, pressing back even more, pleas coming out under his breath, a sob coming out as he feels Yoongi's breath ghosting over his entrance, so close but not close enough. He only kept him waiting for a moment before licking a stripe up the younger's crack and stopping at the waiting entrance, giving it a kiss before his tongue was roughly circling it and pressing onto it without entering yet.
Jimin was sobbing and shaking from Yoongi's movements, needing friction and needing to get off, all the build-up from the night dawning in on him. He presses back against Yoongi's face, earning him another smack against his already red flesh.
"I need more please, please Yoongi please fuck me please," Jimin sobbed and begged as his hands were on the desk, struggling to find anything to hold on to, trying to keep a grip on his sanity.
Yoongi, the kind soul he is, would never refuse such a beautiful angel like Jimin, so he finally stuck his tongue through Jimin's entrance, licking the younger's inner walls, causing a loud moan to leave Jimin's lips as a mix of curses and Yoongi's name leave afterwards.
"I-I'm, Yoongi I'm g-go-", Jimin began stumbling out, quickly reaching the edge, waiting for permission to let go.
Yoongi pulled off, replacing his tongue with his pointer finger, rubbing against Jimin's slicked walls. "Come on angel, you've been so good for me, come for me," Yoongi mumbled against Jimin's cheek, pressing more kisses into it as he added a second digit into Jimin, scissoring the two against the tight walls.
Yoongi's voice, the marks being sucked into his backside and the two finger insistently pressing along his walls and brushing his prostate finally pushed him over, causing him to spill over the desk in front of him, and the loudest moan yet being ripped straight from his throat.
"You're so good for me angel, so so good," Yoongi vaguely remembers when he first said this was supposed to be a punishment for Jimin, but with how obedient the boy has been, and how beautifully he sounds, Yoongi forgot that and now just wants to take more of those moans and whimpers out of the younger's mouth and pull another orgasm from him.
Jimin was mewling from oversensitivity as Yoongi's fingers didn't cease their scissoring and began pressing directly onto his prostate, making him cry out. Yoongi quickly pulled out his fingers before reaching onto the desk somewhere near Jimin's form to grab the bottle of lotion resting there. Quickly slicking up three of his fingers he goes back in with two, before adding the third along with them and spreading the boy out.
Jimin was fully hard again, pressing back against Yoongi's fingers although the lingering feeling of oversensitivity was still present causing him to whimper with every thrust directed at his prostate. It felt so beautiful to him but not nearly enough, especially when he glanced back to see Yoongi's cock in his fist, and all he could think was that he needed it inside of him. Now.
"Please," Jimin breathed out, reaching back to tangle his hand in Yoongi's hair, "please fuck me already, Yoongi, please, I'm ready" he sobbed out, slumping his head down, his forehead resting against the desk.
"F-fuck, yeah, alright," Once again, Yoongi could never deny this precious angel, so he quickly rose to his feet and pumped more lotion onto his palm to coat his cock before lining his head up with Jimin's fluttering entrance. He circled his head around Jimin's hole a few times, cursing under his breath before slowly sliding all the way in.
Jimin's back arched as he felt Yoongi's cock pressing dead against his prostate, the head a constant pressure, causing his mouth to slack and a high pitched mewl to escape. Before he could even ask Yoongi to start moving he felt a pair of strong hands connect with his hips in a bruising grip.
Yoongi slowly slid almost all the way out, before quickly pounding in again, taking the breath out of the both of them, before continuing and picking up the speed with every thrust. He attached his mouth to the back of Jimin's neck, sucking in more marks before sucking his earlobe into his mouth, nipping at it. Jimin was sobbing beneath him, his prostate getting hit on every single thrust and his cock trapped between his stomach and the desk, providing a delicious friction.
He pounded into Jimin a few more minutes before Jimin turned his head, to make eye contact with Yoongi before asking "Can I please ride you, Yoongi? Please?" He asked, somehow innocently despite the fact he had a cock up his ass and his own semen from his first orgasm next to him.
Yoongi gave one more hard thrust, tucking himself in deep and resting the head of his cock right up against Jimin's prostate, before grinding his hips and moving the head slightly against the bundle.
"Yeah, angel, are you gonna make me feel real good? Gonna fuck yourself on my cock until you come untouched again?" He teased, smacking his palm against Jimin's backside again, causing a whimper to leave Jimin's throat as he nods frantically.
At this, Yoongi grinds up one more time against Jimin's prostate, earning another mewl, before pulling out and sitting on the chair behind them. Jimin quickly follows and climbs onto Yoongi's lap, his thick thighs on either side of Yoongi's thinner ones, and lines Yoongi's cock up with his entrance.
Before sinking down, he pulled his shirt off from around his head, leaving him completely naked now. Jimin doesn't know why he finds the idea so hot, him completely naked riding Yoongi who is still fully dressed, just his pants and boxers lowered enough for his cock to be out.
He doesn't waste any more time before sinking down and resting his ass against Yoongi's thighs. Yoongi is so big inside of him Jimin feels like he can feel Yoongi in every centimeter of his body and he loves it, relishes in it.
Yoongi's hands find their way to Jimin's hips and his bruising grip returns, and Jimin looks forward to being able to see the marks of his fingers and a lingering dull pain in the spots for the next few days. Jimin lifts himself up before sinking back and his moan mixes with Yoongi's groan, and it sounds so sinful but so beautiful. He rolls his hips before continuing to raise himself up before sinking down again.
After a few minutes, Yoongi's groans start getting more and more frequent and louder, more curses spilling out from underneath his breath and more praises directed at Jimin. He attaches a mouth to one of Jimin's sensitive nipples again, and rolling the other between his fingers as Jimin quickly rolls his hips, feeling Yoongi's cock twitch inside of him as he lets out a loud moan.
He leans back again, "Jimin, angel, you look so good fucking yourself on my cock baby. Fuck. You were made for cock weren't you? To ride it, to suck it in between your pretty sinful lips," he grits out, eyes closed and head leaning back. His grip on Jimin's hips impossible tighter as he starts to rock his hips up into Jimin, meeting him halfway with every thrust.
Jimin honest to god wails out a moan at this, feeling Yoongi so possibly deep and he realizes he's about to reach his second orgasm. Tears spill out from the corners of his eyes at the intense pleasure he feels, and he picks up his thrusts and fucks down onto Yoongi even harder.
Yoongi lifts one of his hands from Jimin's hips and raises it to Jimin's face, his fingers resting on Jimin's lips asking for entrance, which he quickly gains access to as Jimin quickly sucks three of Yoongi's fingers into his mouth, the weight of them pressing down onto his tongue pushing him further and further off the edge.
Jimin tries to mumble out that he's going to come around Yoongi's long fingers, which are almost deepthroating him at this point, he's not sure if what he said was legible or not but he's assuming it is since Yoongi nodded and responded with "Me too angel, fuck fuck," before fucking into him harder and pressing his fingers even harder against Jimin's tongue, which was licking them in every spot possible.
After a few more hard thrusts. Yoongi attached himself to Jimin's neck again and said "Come for me angel, show me how much you love my cock," and that was that. Jimin's orgasm spilled, even harder than the first one and he slumped against Yoongi's chest as the older fucked up into him, still fucking him through his orgasm and coming as well at the feeling of Jimin's walls tightly clenching around his cock and squeezing it tight.
They remain sitting like that until they've both come down from their high, Yoongi's cock still resting inside of Jimin and Jimin's face still buried in the crook of Yoongi's neck. Yoongi's fingers were tracing small circles on the side of Jimin's hips as he held onto him.
A small giggle escaped Jimin's mouth as he sat back and looked Yoongi in the eye, a bright grin on his face.
"What are you laughing at, angel?" Yoongi replied, the teasing tone back in his voice as he raises an eyebrow at the younger.
"It's just, I guess I had some expectations for church on Saturday nights but none of them were really like.. this," Jimin giggled again, his hands playing with the buttons on Yoongi's shirt, just to keep them busy.
"Mm, well I think you should start coming on Saturday nights more often, what do you think, angel?" He asked, pressing a few kisses up Jimin's neck and along his jaw.
"I like the sound of that, Yoongi," Jimin smiled, feeling like there was more to that offer than just more mind-blowing sex after service.