Carved Into You (#03) (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

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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?

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                                                                iii.

“Okay, enough. What the fuck happened?”

Jimin’s reverie pops like a bubble as he gets snapped back to reality, his right hand holding a paintbrush, dirty with paint. “What?”

“You keep spacing out these past two hours.” Jungkook sighs and plops down on the couch in their little workroom. He and Jimin have been renting this apartment since they got to college and even though Jimin prefers to have his own place, his financial situation isn’t the most ideal right now.

The senior huffs and stands up from the wooden art stool that he bought from Yoongi’s furniture shop. Yoongi. Fuck. The mere thought of the man’s name sends an excited shiver down Jimin’s spine. “I can’t help it,” Jimin says with a slight lilt in his voice. “I just got my dick sucked by a hot guy yesterday.”

At this, his best friend raises a curious brow. “Yeah? By whom?”

A smug smirk appears on Jimin’s face and he folds his arms together over his chest. “Yoongi.”

“Your boss?”

“One and only.” Jimin lets out a dreamy sigh. “He’s dripping with sex, Kook. God, I wanna fuck him.”

“You horny little shit.” Jungkook guffaws and throws the couch pillow at him, earning him a glare from Jimin who deftly catches the pillow with both hands.

“Hey, you’re gonna ruin my canvas!” Jimin chides him.

“So that means your boss got the hots for you, too, huh?” Jungkook says with a sly smirk.

“Yeah, I guess so.” Jimin crinkles his nose. “He said if I want his dick, then I gotta earn it.”

“Damn, bro.” Jungkook whistles. “That’s fucking hot and dominant. Can I have him?”

“Fuck off, Kook. Yoongi’s mine,” Jimin spits out with a roll of his eyes.

The reaction elicits a laugh out of the younger. “I’m kidding.” Putting a leg over his left thigh, Jungkook rests his chin on a closed fist and says, “So he’s playing hard to get, huh. Why do I get the feeling you’re gonna get the fucking of your life once you get him wrapped around your little finger?”

Jimin licks his lips, accepting the challenge. “I’m gonna get that dick up my ass no matter what. I swear it.”

Jungkook snorts. “Are you sure you can win over your DILF boss? He doesn’t look like someone who just sleeps with anyone.” He smirks. “I think you’re the one who’s gonna get eaten alive, hyung.”

Jimin’s eyes narrowed as desire flared through his chest. “I’d like that,” he utters with a naughty smirk.

Fondly rolling his eyes, Jungkook asks, “So what’s the plan?”

Jimin pulls off the dirty work apron and runs a hand through his dark hair, feeling a bout of confidence coursing through his system. Then, he says, “Let’s see how long he can resist me.”

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Jimin decides to wear a white tank top for work the next day, partnering it with a pair of faded ripped jeans that highlights his thin waist and narrow hips. “Good afternoon, boss,” he greets Yoongi with a little boy salute, a cheeky smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

The woodworker raises a brow at Jimin’s greeting but he doesn’t say a word and instead gives Jimin a slight nod. He sits on the workbench across from Yoongi where the man can get a good look at him. He tries not to glance at the elder even though he can occasionally feel his eyes on him. His neck is glistening with sweat as he polishes a wood with sandpaper, making the thin fabric of his white tank top stick to his chest like a second skin.

The AC already needs a filter change so the cool air doesn’t do much in drying up the sweat on Jimin’s skin. And it’s perfectly fine. Totally. Because it’s just what he wants.

“Hot,” he comments, breaking the silence between them. Removing his leather work gloves, Jimin untucks the hems of his tank top and uses it to wipe the sweat off his forehead. Sighing, Jimin arches his neck to pat dry the beads of sweat on his throat down to the sharp dip between his collarbones.

He tries not to smile when he notices Yoongi’s gaze following his every moment, watching him like a predator stalking its prey. Jimin’s skin suddenly feels feverish, and there’s a pleasant tingle at the bottom of his gut. Tightening his abdominal muscles more, Jimin huffs out a slow breath through puckered lips and hikes up his tank top more, showing a shy glimpse of his right nipple to the elder.

“I didn’t know you have a tattoo.”

Jimin turns his attention to him, humming. “‘Cause I don’t flaunt it. Only a few people have seen it.”

“Who?”

One corner of Jimin’s mouth twitches. “Jungkook, because we share an apartment.” Letting the hems fall down his body, Jimin chews his bottom lip as if contemplating. “And a few other guys, I guess.”

“Yeah?” There is a curious glint in Yoongi’s eyes, and Jimin tries not to get too excited as the elder bites his bait. “Casual fucks?”

“Mhn.” Jimin walks towards the dispenser to pour himself a glass of cold water. “And my ex-boyfriends.” Taking a sip of water, Jimin lets out a satisfied sigh as the cool liquid glides down his parched throat. “Never failed to make the guys wild when they see it. When they touch it.” He connects gazes with Yoongi. “Do you like it, hyung?”

Yoongi huffs out an amused sound through his nose, almost mocking, and stands up from his stool to get another piece of wood from the crate. “It’s alright. Looks cool.”

Jimin’s eye twitches in annoyance. Yoongi is really testing his patience.

“Cool,” Jimin mutters sarcastically with a light snort. “Sure.”

After that, Jimin saunters around the room with his firm, clothed ass in full display for Yoongi, always bending over here and there so the man can get a good view of his buttocks. His ripped jeans are kinda tight around his backside so whenever the fabric stretches, it takes the contour of his ass quite perfectly.

Yoongi isn’t saying anything but Jimin knows he can see it; he knows what the younger is up to but he’s too stubborn to give a comment about it. The challenge riles up Jimin even more, and he wonders how long can Yoongi keep this up and how much resilience he can muster before the man yields to Jimin’s charms?

It’s six in the evening and although Jimin is a bit disappointed that nothing particularly exciting happened during his shift, he realizes that having Yoongi all to himself isn’t an impossible feat for him after all. There was palpable interest from the elder, and if Jimin is clever enough to push the right buttons then it won’t be long before he finds himself pinned under the weight of the handsome woodworker.

Snatching his bag from the small couch at the back of the workroom, Jimin says, “Hyung, I’ll shower and go straight home. Thanks for your hard work today.” He doesn’t wait for a reply before heading towards the bathroom but after just a few steps, he hears Yoongi clearing his throat.

“Jimin-ah.” Jimin turns to face the elder who looks quite hesitant to continue his next words. After a moment, the man asks, “Do you wanna have dinner upstairs?”

A wave of excitement rushes through the younger’s system, and he chews on his bottom lip as if trying to weigh his choices. “I don’t know,” he says reluctantly, holding back a triumphant smile.

Yoongi stands up from the stool, pulling off his gloves, and Jimin tries not to stare too much at the elder’s biceps flexing while he wipes a few smudges of paint off his forearm with a rug. “I’m cooking.”

“Deal,” Jimin immediately says with a smirk. “I’m not saying no to free food.”

Letting out an amused sound through his nose, the woodworker tosses the rug on the workbench and jerks his head at the stairs leading to the second floor. “You can wash up in my bathroom.”

“That’d be nice. Thanks.” Jimin follows the elder to his apartment upstairs, smiling to himself because his uneventful day has just had an unexpected turn in the end.

Once inside, Yoongi points the direction of the bathroom and tells Jimin, “There’s an extra towel on the rack beside the sink.”

“It’s fine. I brought my own towel.”

“Nah, you can use mine. It’s okay.” Waving a dismissive hand, Yoongi turns around to walk towards the kitchen.

“Thanks, hyung.” Jimin collects a fresh set of clothes from his bag and enters the bathroom with a poorly hidden grin. If he plays his cards wisely, then there is a high chance he won’t be going home tonight.

Pulling out his phone, Jimin types a text message for his best friend.

<To: Jungkook>

I think I won’t be going home tonight. Don’t wait up.

<Re:>

You think????

<To: Jungkook>

Yeah. Gonna get laid lol

<Re:>

LMAO by who?

<To: Jungkook>

By my 38-year-old smokin’ hot boss

<Re:>

Well damnnn, hyung

Go get that dick lol

Smirking, Jimin locks his phone and places it on the counter together with his folded clothes. He steps into the shower and scrubs the sweat off his skin as much as he can. If only he had lube, then he would’ve already prepared himself for the elder to save time but, on second thought, it would be better if Yoongi will do it for him instead.

After showering, Jimin dries himself with Yoongi’s spare towel and puts on an oversized shirt and a pair of tight boxer shorts, deciding to skip the pants for tonight. With an internal smirk, Jimin exits the bathroom drying up his dark hair, and walks straight to the kitchen where the elder is currently preparing the ingredients for tonight’s dinner.

Examining the peeled carrots, seasoned bean sprouts, and shiitake mushrooms on the counter, Jimin asks, “Bibimbap?”

The elder lifts his eyes at Jimin’s voice and the younger swears he sees the knife pause for a few seconds as the man watches him approaching the kitchen. Jimin decides to get more daring, and he hops on the counter where Yoongi is halfway done cutting the carrots on the chopping board, putting his bare legs on full display.

“Yeah,” Yoongi responds three seconds later, averting his gaze to regain his focus.

“Why don’t you shower first, hyung? I can cut the remaining carrots for you.”

“Is it okay?” asks the elder.

“Of course. Gimme.” Jimin grabs the knife from Yoongi’s hand and pushes him away from the chopping board with a grin. “Shoo. You stink.”

A light snort comes from the woodworker and he walks out of the kitchen without saying another word. Everything is so helplessly domestic that Jimin feels the butterflies in his stomach fluttering as he chops the remaining vegetables while waiting for Yoongi to finish his shower.

Jimin is humming a light and lively tune as he spins around to look through the cupboards for a bowl where he can put the spinach in, tiptoeing to peek into the cupboard, when a low voice airs in the kitchen. “What are you looking for?”

Turning his head to the side, Jimin’s knees almost buckle under him when he sees Yoongi walking towards him barechested, wearing a pair of grey sweats hanging dangerously low on his hips and giving Jimin a teasing view of the waistband of his boxers and the slight trail of dark hair under his navel down to God-knows-where. His tongue feels like it’s in a knot as he openly stares at the elder’s broad chest and firm abdomen; this is the first time Jimin saw Yoongi shirtless and even though he knows that the man has a good build under his clothes, seeing his bare upper half with his own eyes still shocks him to the core.

Fuck. Jimin wants to take a bite.

When the corners of Yoongi’s mouth twitch up, Jimin does a double take and whips his head back to the cupboard. “B-Bowl.” Jimin wants to smack himself in the face for stuttering. “I need a container for the spinach.”

Yoongi hums and jerks his chin at the base cabinet. “I think there’s a bowl down there.”

Jimin initially planned to crouch but then he feels Yoongi stepping behind him, just a good distance to get a nice view of his ass, and the younger’s face breaks into a pleased grin. Very smooth, Min Yoongi, he thinks.

So instead, Jimin boldly bends over with his ass high up in the air, feeling the fabric of his boxer shorts stretching around his asscheeks. He parts his thighs a little, teasing the elder with the outline of his balls, as he pretends to search into the cupboard.

When the younger hears a faint but audible breath behind him, his confidence fires up even more and Jimin takes a step back until the valley of his buttocks pressed against Yoongi’s clothed erection. He stifles a moan at the feeling of the elder’s half-hard cock against his ass, letting out a breathy chuckle before throwing a look over his shoulder. “Hyung?” he inquires, lifting a questioning brow.

To Jimin’s surprise, he feels huge hands gripping both sides of his hips, and then he’s being pushed forward against the counter, planting a firm hand on the edge to stop the force of Yoongi’s thrust. “Wha—?” he begins but the words get cut into a soft moan when he feels his boss’s cock pressing harder against his hole.

Yoongi wraps an arm around his waist, pulling Jimin up until his back is flushed against his chest. “You’ve been walking around the shop flaunting this perky little ass in my face all day,” he rasps near the younger’s ear, punctuating his words with a firm squeeze on Jimin’s right hip. “You trying to tease me?”

Heat crawls up Jimin’s neck and he lets out an airy chuckle before lightly grinding back against Yoongi’s dick, earning him a squeeze on the hip again in warning. “First of all, my ass is not little,” he counters wittily. “Secondly, yeah, I was trying to tease you.” Turning his head to the side, Jimin licks his lips provocatively. “Wanna take a bite?”

A harsh growl and then Jimin is being flipped around until Yoongi’s mouth crashes against his. The kiss is fierce and passionate, with Yoongi’s tongue promptly plunging inside when Jimin opened his mouth. It’s all tongue, teeth, and spit as Jimin gets cornered on the counter, the younger grabbing the dark locks of Yoongi’s hair as the elder’s hands slide under his shirt to touch his bare sides. And when Yoongi’s thumb brushes against his left nipple, Jimin lets out a breathy moan in response, his gut coiling with lust and desire to strip Yoongi until the last fiber of his being.

“Yoongi-hyung,” Jimin moans, breathing heavily with kiss-swollen lips as the woodworker’s mouth latches on the column of his throat, sucking a pretty bruise on his golden skin.

“You’re not going home tonight,” Yoongi utters harshly against his neck, and Jimin feels a pleasurable shudder vibrating down his spine.

- to be continued

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Author's note: Sorry for the cliffhanger omg asdjkl. Don't worry, spicy smut action in the next update *wink*