Carved Into You (#02) (Patreon)

Tags:

• DILF Yoongi AU
• Woodworker Yoongi
• College student Jimin
• Age gap
• Fluff, flirting, teasing
• Jimin has a huge crush on Yoongi
• Explicit sexual content
• Top Yoongi, Bottom Jimin

* * *

Synopsis: Jimin is a 23-year-old college art student, and Yoongi is a 38-year-old woodworker running a small quaint shop in Seoul. Needless to say, as his boss, Jimin shouldn't be thinking inappropriate thoughts about Yoongi… right?

* * *

                                                              ii.

In all of his time working for his boss, it’s Jimin’s first time stepping into Yoongi’s apartment located above the shop. He knows Yoongi lives there but didn’t really have any reason to invite himself in the elder’s abode because everything he needs is right there in the shop.

The place isn’t big but neither too small. It’s just the perfect space for a single person to live in. As he follows Yoongi to the living room, Jimin’s eyes wander around and he notices the minimalist style of the place, not too much furniture, picture frames, or any art stuff mounted on the wall unlike his place, but there are white and black wood carvings here and there that complement the pleasant vibes of the place.

Yoongi is tidy with his things, reflected by the neatly stacked books and magazines on his shelf. There’s a black guitar beside the TV and Jimin’s brow lifts up in surprise. “You have a nice place,” he says when Yoongi comes back from the kitchen with two cans of beer.

“Thanks. Want one?”

Jimin nods and Yoongi tossed the cold beer at him.

“Didn’t know you play the guitar,” Jimin comments, pulling the tab and licking his lips when a little foam comes out of the can. A cold beer after a full day of labor always tastes the best.

“Sometimes.” Yoongi sits down beside him with a light grunt, opening his can of beer to take a huge gulp. “Damn, that’s good,” he breathes out, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Eat, kid.”

Jimin resists the urge to roll his eyes at his boss and instead reaches for a pair of chopsticks, putting two pieces of boneless Yangnyeom chicken on a paper plate. Folding his legs on the couch to make himself more comfortable, Jimin takes a bite of the meat and almost moans at the rich taste of the food. God, he was so hungry.

A light snort comes from the elder when Jimin is already on the third piece and Yoongi says, “You have a big appetite.”

“I’m a guy, Yoongi-ssi. Of course, I do.” Jimin takes a sip of his beer. “But I diet sometimes.”

“Why?”

Jimin smirks. “You want an answer or the answer?”

The woodworker catches on to Jimin's playful tone and he raises a brow at him while crossing both arms over his chest, leaning back on the couch. “I want the real answer.”

Swirling his beer, Jimin thinks if he should try pushing his luck. Who knows if his boss feels the same towards him, right?

“I keep my body in shape for sex,” Jimin answers truthfully and sees a brief glint in the elder’s eyes.

“You can have sex regardless of body shape,” Yoongi comments, and the palpable wisdom in his words makes Jimin’s cock twitch in interest. His boss is a quiet person by nature but can get pretty chatty when he’s talking about his craft. That’s how passionate he is for his work and Jimin sometimes envies him for it.

Jimin replies, “I know. It’s just a preference.” He repositions himself on the couch to face Yoongi, propping an elbow on the armrest and looking back at his boss’s handsome face. “I like it when my partner manhandles me.” He bites his bottom lip. “When they pin me down with their weight. Stuff like that.”

“Huh.” Yoongi rubs his chin as one corner of his mouth twitches up with a lopsided smile. “Didn’t know you’re kinky like that, kid.”

“Stop calling me kid.” This time, Jimin couldn’t resist the impulse to roll his eyes. Give it to his boss to ruin the mood. “What about you, Yoongi-ssi? Do you work out?”

“Not really. I lift wood and heavy furniture on a daily basis; I don’t think I need one.” Yoongi chuckles.

That’s true, Jimin thinks. His boss has broad back and shoulders, firm arms, and midriff honed by years of hard labor. The muscles in Yoongi’s body are built naturally over time compared to gym builders and maybe that’s why the elder doesn’t have any problems in keeping his body in shape.

“Do you have a partner?” Jimin blurts out and feels mortified a split second later when he realizes what he just said.

“Why, curious?” Yoongi says coolly, taking a swig of his beer and manspreading on the couch. Jimin tries not to focus on the way how Yoongi’s Adam’s apple moved when he swallowed and how distracting the slightly prominent bulge in the elder’s pants is now that he’s slouched like this with his legs spread wide.

“Just asking,” Jimin answers and lets out the most innocent tone he can pull off so Yoongi won’t see the interest lying beneath his question.

“No, I don’t have one right now.”

“But you used to?”

Yoongi hums. “A few, yeah. Just flings and casual relationships.”

“No serious ones?”

The woodworker turns his gaze to Jimin. “No,” he utters. “I don’t rush romance.”

Jimin purses his lips in thought. “So you haven’t found someone you’re compatible with?”

“Sort of like that.” Yoongi downs the rest of his drink before standing up from the couch to fetch another one from the fridge. “Sorry if this old man is sappy and boring.”

“Okay, for one—” Jimin raises a finger. “You’re sappy for being a hopeless romantic but you’re not boring.” A second finger. “Two, you’re not an old man.”

Yoongi stops in his tracks and looks over his shoulder at Jimin, lifting up a surprised brow. “Yeah?”

“Thirty-eight is not old.” Jimin had to bite his tongue because if he hadn’t, then he would have probably said something stupid like ‘You’re fucking sexy, Yoongi-ssi’ or ‘38 turns me on.’

The woodworker rests his hands on his hips, tilting his head slightly to the side and tonguing the inside of his cheek. Then, he asks, “You like older guys?”

Jimin almost topples over at the question. He feels the air shift to a heavier one as he gazes into the elder’s dark eyes. After letting a few beats of silence settle between them, Jimin places the half-empty can of beer on the coffee table and leans back on the couch, licking his plump lips. “What if I do?”

Yoongi seems to catch the playful bit in Jimin’s tone because the elder huffs out an amused sound and pinches the bridge of his nose. “What are you trying to say?”

“It depends.”

“On what?” Yoongi narrows his eyes.

“On what you wanna hear.” Jimin smirks.

A dark flicker passes over Yoongi’s eyes but it vanishes as quickly as it came. The elder is dangerously calm when he approaches Jimin, hovering over him and blocking Jimin’s view of the bright ceiling. “What I wanna hear,” Yoongi says in a low voice, and Jimin’s pants feel too tight suddenly. Planting his right knee on the cushion and placing a hand on top of the backrest, Yoongi gazes down at Jimin and utters, “I wanna hear you moan, Jimin-ah.”

The younger’s breath dies in his throat as his lashes flutter in response to Yoongi’s words, feeling a wave of heat pool in his gut. “Then,” Jimin says as his lids fall half-mast over his eyes. “Make me moan, Yoongi-ssi.”

Letting out an amused breath, Yoongi commands, “Take off your pants.”

Blushing, Jimin unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants, pulling the fabric down to his ankles and kicking them away. He hooks his thumb on the waistband of his boxers, the red flush in his cheeks growing deeper when he notices the hard tent of his erection.

“Someone’s excited,” Yoongi drawls in that low and raspy voice of his that makes Jimin feel pleasant tingles all over his body.

Dropping down to his knees, Yoongi pulls Jimin’s boxers down, abandoning the clothing and throwing it haphazardly to the side before gripping the base of the younger’s cock. “A-ah,” Jimin moans brokenly when a spark of pleasure runs up his spine upon the elder’s touch.

“You’re pretty down here too,” Yoongi praises him and begins to stroke Jimin’s shaft slowly. “Let me hear you more, Jimin-ah.”

Gripping the armrest tightly, Jimin asks, “You think I’m pretty?”

The elder hums and caresses the inside of Jimin’s left thigh with his thumb, rubbing the smooth skin slowly. “You are.”

Jimin swallows a moan because of that.

“Yoongi-ssi,” he pants. “Please.”

The elder takes the queue and dips his head down until he can lick a fat stripe on the underside of Jimin’s shaft. The younger moans at the sensation, his back arching on the couch as he hikes his legs over his boss’s shoulders. “Like that,” he croaks out.

Yoongi takes his time suckling on the red and glistening head until Jimin is a shaking mess, playing with his testicles with a teasing hand. Then, the elder opens up and takes Jimin into his mouth in one go.

“F-Fuck!” Jimin cries when he feels his cock hit the back of his boss’s throat. “Oh, God— Ahh…”

The elder hums and the vibration in his throat goes directly to Jimin’s cock. Holding the younger’s thighs, Yoongi starts bobbing his head up and down at a steady pace, occasionally hollowing his cheeks and rubbing the sensitive underside with his tongue.

Jimin’s mind starts to get hazy as pleasure continues to build up. Fuck, Yoongi is so good with his tongue and he thinks it won’t be long before he comes. He can’t believe that his boss, who he has been thirsting over for six months, is now on his knees and giving Jimin the best blowjob of his life.

“Yoong—” Jimin interrupts himself with a loud moan when the elder’s throat spasms around him. “I’m— gonna cum.”

At that, Yoongi pops off his cock, licking the sensitive head as he jerks the shaft with his right hand. Yoongi’s grip around his cock is firm but not too tight to be painful, just enough to make Jimin’s toes curl in pleasure whenever the man flicks his wrist just right.

“Go on,” Yoongi utters and latches his mouth on Jimin’s balls, sucking them until the younger lets out a pleasured cry at the added sensation.

“Ah. Ngh—” Jimin’s fingers curl on Yoongi’s dark locks. “C-Coming.”

When Yoongi speeds up the movement of his hand, Jimin sobs out loud and then he’s coming all over his abdomen. His whole body seized up with the force of his orgasm, his eyes slipped shut, his mouth opened, and his back curved into a lovely arch.

Yoongi’s hand slows down as Jimin’s cock becomes too sensitive, planting kisses on the smooth golden skin of his left inner thigh, waiting for Jimin’s convulsions to stop. “Shit,” the younger breathes out, and the satisfied and blissed-out expression on his face elicits a chuckle out of his boss.

“You came a lot,” the woodworker teases, eyeing the pool of white cum on Jimin’s belly.

“Haven’t jacked off for two days.”

Yoongi snorts and grabs a box of tissue from the coffee table. Wiping the cum off Jimin’s stomach, he asks, “Why, university stuff?”

“Yeah.” Jimin takes a deep breath to calm down his pounding heart. After tossing the crumple of tissue into a nearby trash bin, Jimin grabs the hem of Yoongi’s white shirt to pull him close. “Let me return the favor,” he tells him and is about to unbutton the elder’s pants when Yoongi holds his wrist.

“You want my cock?”

Jimin licks his lips and nods, eyeing the huge bulge under the fabric.

A sly smirk appears on Yoongi’s lips and he says, “Then you have to earn it.”

The younger gasps when Yoongi leans down to give him a brief but firm kiss on the mouth. And when Jimin tried to chase his lips when he pulled away, Yoongi chuckled and gave the younger a soft flick on the forehead. “No more, kid.”

Jimin pouts, frowning. “You’re no fun, Yoongi-ssi.”

The elder huffs out an amused breath and tosses Jimin’s discarded pants and boxers to him. “See you at work. Don’t be late.”

“Hey, I’m never late.”

Rolling his eyes, Jimin stands up to wear his boxers and just as he is zipping up his pants, he hears his boss say, “Stop calling me ‘Yoongi-ssi.’” Jimin lifts his eyes up to him. “From now on, call me ‘hyung.’ Makes me feel much younger.”

Jimin wants to laugh because he doesn’t care if Yoongi is forty, or fifty. The man is handsome and sexy, hardworking, passionate, a genius at his work, and Jimin fucking likes him.

“Then stop calling me kid,” Jimin retaliates.

Grinning, the woodworker says, “I only call you ‘kid’ because I know it annoys you.”

The gall of this guy.

“And…” Yoongi places a finger under Jimin’s chin. “I like seeing you squirm.”

God, Jimin thinks with a mental moan. He fucking likes it when Yoongi becomes domineering like this. He can’t wait until the elder finally fucks him.

“I fucking hate you—” Jimin spits out.

A raised brow from Yoongi.

“—Boss.”

Yoongi lets out a hearty laugh at that, ruffling Jimin’s brown hair until the younger complains to him to stop. There are faint happy lines on the corners of Yoongi’s eyes as they disappear into tiny crescents, his gummy smile doing wonders to Jimin’s heart, and only then did Jimin realize that it feels like he hits the jackpot with Yoongi.

“Silly. I’m not gonna fire you,” Yoongi teases him but there’s a fond look in his dark eyes that fills Jimin’s chest with warmth. “Just call me hyung.”

Jimin purses his lips, an adorable shade of pink dusting off his cheeks, and mutters, “Hyung.”

The smile on Yoongi’s face grows wider. “Now, that’s better.”

— to be continued