Carved Into You (#04) (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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Tags/Warnings for this chapter:

• Anal sex
• Coming untouched
• Multiple orgasms
• Oversensitivity
• Dirty talk
• Crying during sex
• Aftercare

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                                                                 iv.

Jimin has always wondered how strong his boss is given that the man always carries heavy wood around the shop everyday. And now, as Yoongi lifts him up towards the bedroom, with Jimin’s legs wrapped tightly around his narrow hips and with Yoongi’s hands supporting his ass, squeezing the soft flesh as he ravages the younger’s mouth, Jimin thinks that he’s about to find how much stronger Yoongi can be when it comes to sex.

God, Jimin wanna be manhandled and flipped around while getting fucked hard.

“Oof!” Jimin’s breath gets knocked out of his chest when Yoongi suddenly throws him down the mattress, the beginnings of a chuckle bubbling inside his throat when he realizes how excited the elder is as the man crawls on top of him.

Yoongi’s eyes are dark as he settles his hips between Jimin’s parted thighs, his hard erection pressing against Jimin’s, and making the younger moan softly against his mouth. “Hyung,” Jimin breathes out, holding Yoongi’s face and biting the man’s bottom lip teasingly. “You gonna eat me out?”

“Next time.” Yoongi proceeds to snatch a bottle of lube from his drawer. “I just wanna fuck you right now.”

Next time. Jimin’s face flushes. Yoongi wants to do this with him again.

Undressing in front of his boss puts a slight feeling of shyness on Jimin’s face but the desire of wanting to do this with Yoongi for months overcomes whatever sliver of embarrassment he has.

The woodworker’s mouth is on his nipple as the man rubs his middle finger against Jimin’s rim, lathering the entrance with lube before sliding the digit slowly into the tight heat. “Mhn,” Jimin hums as his fingers curl in the man’s dark locks, basking in the sensation of Yoongi’s middle finger languidly stroking his walls.

Jimin has always thought of having his boss’s fingers like this, with the long and slim digits sliding in and out of his hole and reaching places that Jimin couldn’t with his own little fingers. Yoongi’s hands are skillful whenever they work on their craft and despite the roughness and callouses on his palms, Jimin has always thought his boss’s hands are beautiful.

“I’m putting another one,” Yoongi tells him as he sucks Jimin’s left nipple, leaving the right one sensitive and wet with spit. It’s been a while since the last time Jimin got laid so the pressure of the second finger makes his body tense up a little. But he quickly adapts to the stretch and he relaxes under Yoongi’s weight after a minute, his lids falling halfway down his eyes as he watches his boss’s face on his chest.

Yoongi’s eyes are fluttered close, long lashes casting soft shadows over his cheeks as his tongue darts out to lick at the sensitive bud, teeth pulling at it teasingly, sucking Jimin’s nipple into his mouth. He looks like he’s enjoying himself, humming in appreciation whenever a silent gasp of pleasure airs out Jimin’s throat.

He learns that Yoongi loves the ‘Nevermind’ tattoo printed in black ink across his right ribs. The man keeps kissing it as he fingers him, humming in delight whenever Jimin’s abdomen clenches with arousal.

The third finger is a little bit of a tight fit but they both make it work. Yoongi’s lips are on his as he scissors his fingers inside Jimin’s hole, and when the pads teasingly rub against the younger’s prostate, Jimin’s back arches from the bed as a breathy moan makes its way past his lips.

“That’s it.” Yoongi chuckles and kisses the base of Jimin’s throat. “You like it here?”

Jimin nods shakily as he feels Yoongi’s fingers rubbing at the sensitive gland slowly.

“What else do you want?” the elder asks, rubbing the digits a little more firmly and making Jimin’s thighs twitch.

“Want—” Jimin swallows. “Want your cock.”

“Yeah? You want hyung’s cock?”

“Yes,” Jimin answers breathily and pulls his boss up for a kiss. “Want you to fuck me hard ‘til I can’t walk.”

With a hum, Yoongi slides his fingers out of his hole and Jimin’s body quickly misses the contact. But before a small whine erupts from his throat, he sees Yoongi shucking off his grey sweatpants quickly, tugging at the fabric and tossing it to the floor carelessly.

His cock is long and thick with delicious veins running on the sides, the blunt head flushed and glistening with arousal as his pair of balls hangs heavily between his thighs, begging to be sucked and played with. Not right now, Jimin thinks to himself. Next time.

Yes, next time. Jimin suppresses a giddy smile.

“How do you want it?” Yoongi asks as he puts a condom on and slicks his length with lube.

“Like this first,” Jimin says, shifting into a more comfortable position with his back laid on the bed. “Then on my hands and knees. If you can last that long, that is.” He shoots Yoongi a teasing smirk.

Accepting the challenge, Yoongi rolls his eyes fondly and pulls Jimin’s legs to slide him down the mattress, causing a little squeak to come out of Jimin’s mouth that puts an embarrassed flush on his face. Fuck, Yoongi just tugged him down like he weighed nothing.

Lifting the younger’s hips, Yoongi presses the blunt head of his cock against Jimin’s fluttering hole. “Don’t tease me,” he says as the head slips past the first ring of muscle. “You’ll regret it.”

As the elder eases into him slowly, Jimin’s jaw drops as his back arches on the bed, hands flying to grip Yoongi’s arms. “O-Oh…” His thighs squeeze Yoongi’s hips. “Fuck, I’m—”

“Okay?” Yoongi asks, running his palm along the younger’s thigh comfortingly.

“Yeah, just— give me a sec.” Jimin takes a moment to catch his breath, overwhelmed by the stretch in his backside. He feels Yoongi hovering on top of him, licking at his lips until Jimin grants him access into his mouth.

Yoongi’s shaft is girthy and buried deep inside him, and even minute movements of Jimin’s hips are enough to make him shudder. “You’re so big,” Jimin moans when Yoongi pulls halfway and thrusts back slowly. “Hyung— ngh!”

“Tell me if you wanna stop.”

Jimin is squirming. He is. With every slow thrust of Yoongi’s cock, Jimin feels like the heat in his stomach is gradually stepping up to its boiling point. He has never had a cock this big before and the thought that it belongs to Yoongi, the sexy and handsome man he’s been crushing on for months, makes Jimin flush with arousal from head to toe.

It doesn’t take long before Yoongi’s pace turns faster and harsher, his hips hitting Jimin’s backside with a force that sends Jimin up the bed with every thrust. He feels Yoongi’s balls slapping against him, and that thought alone is enough to make his head spiral down into a dazed state.

“Oh, fuck! Ah! Ah!” Jimin flings his arms above his head, hands pushing against the headboard to somehow counter Yoongi’s hard thrusts. Yoongi’s cock is fucking fast inside him with the blunt head grinding against his prostate with every other thrust, drawing moans after moans out of Jimin’s throat. “You’re hitting it— fuck, hyung. That’s so good.”

With a grunt, Yoongi plants his hands on the mattress and looks down at Jimin’s blissful expression. “Right here?” he asks, giving a sharp and hard thrust that hits directly at Jimin’s sweet spot, making the younger shout. “Want it right here, Jimin-ah?”

“Yes,” Jimin rasps, his toes curling. “Fuck me hard right there, hyung.”

Yoongi hums and dips down to kiss Jimin for a moment, tasting his mouth with a swipe of his tongue before he’s pulling back to grip Jimin’s hips. The next few thrusts send the pooling heat in Jimin’s gut into a state of frenzy as Yoongi pistons his cock into him. Jimin is at a loss for what to do; he keeps a hand planted against the headboard so his head won’t hit the wood while his other hand flies to the covers to grip it firmly.

“God—ah! Ngh!” Jimin moans, eyes tightly shut as he turns his head to the side, the right side of his face burying into the soft pillow. “So good. Y-You’re fucking me so good, hyung— Mhn!”

Yoongi groans and lifts Jimin’s left leg, licking the skin and placing a firm kiss on the side of his knee. The intimate action causes a deep blush to creep into Jimin’s cheeks and he lets out a loud moan when Yoongi takes his big toe into his mouth. The view is so fucking hot.

“Turn over,” Yoongi tells him, but before Jimin can respond, he feels strong hands gripping his thighs, and then he’s being flipped over onto his stomach. Jimin gasps at the sudden action and feels his cock twitching with heavy arousal for being manhandled like this.

Yoongi tugs his hips up until he is kneeling on his knees, hands fisting the sheets with wide eyes as the elder’s cock slides smoothly into him again. He hears a contented sigh fall from the elder’s lips and then he’s thrusting, fucking into Jimin’s body without reservation.

“Ngh!” Jimin moans as his head hangs between his shoulders, watching his hard cock swing and flap around helplessly with streaks of precum staining the sheet beneath him as Yoongi keeps fucking him. He’s so hard it fucking hurts. He wants to come. Now.

“Hyung,” Jimin says with a strained voice. “C-Coming.”

With a grunt, Yoongi tries to grip Jimin’s cock but the younger swats his hand away. “Jimin-ah?”

“No.” His head falls to the mattress. “Wanna come untouched.”

“Shit.” Yoongi places a huge hand between Jimin’s shoulder blades, pushing him down the mattress while keeping a firm grip on his left hip. The change of angle is spot-on and then the head of Yoongi’s hard cock is drilling right into Jimin’s sensitive prostate with almost every thrust.

“Ah— God!” Jimin clenches his teeth together and shuts his eyes tightly, hands fisting the covers to have something to hold on to while Yoongi destroys his lower half. “R-Right there,” he moans. “Fuck me right there, hyung— Ah! Ngh!”

Jimin’s knees are trembling and they’re struggling to hold his weight. Yoongi notices this and quickly snatches a pillow from the bed and pushes it under Jimin’s stomach. With a groan, Jimin’s legs finally give up and he lets himself be maneuvered on the pillow, the elder hiking his ass up high enough to comfortably fuck his cock into him while kneeling on the bed.

The woodworker brackets Jimin’s thighs with his own, planting strong hands on the mattress to lift himself up. Yoongi’s biceps are flexing as he thrusts his hips, beads of sweat lining his knotted eyebrows and falling down the slope of his nose. His lips are parted with grunts and groans, with low moans coming deeply from his chest that makes Jimin’s gut clench tightly.

“S-Shit— ahhh…” Jimin’s mouth hangs open when he feels his orgasm approaching him. “Close. I’m close, hyung— harder!”

Yoongi invigorates his thrusts, fucking with remarkable precision, and then Jimin is coming with a shout. His whole body seizes up with the force of his orgasm as he spurts thick white ropes of cum on the pillow beneath him. His legs are trembling and his gut is clenching tightly but he wants more. Wants to get fucked until he feels like something will implode.

Jimin loves getting fucked to oversensitivity.

“Don’t stop,” he rasps against the sheets, blindly reaching back for Yoongi. When his hand finds his boss’s arm, he says, “D-Don’t stop, hyung— Mhn… W-Want it. Want more.”

“Fuck.” Yoongi lets his body drop on Jimin’s back, his lips kissing the back of the younger’s neck. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

Jimin would’ve laughed and teased him for it if it weren’t for the hard cock currently buried up to the hilt inside him. With Yoongi’s shaft deep inside him, Jimin moans when he feels the head pressing hard against his prostate, rubbing against it with every slight movement of Yoongi’s hips.

“Gonna grind against you,” Yoongi mutters on Jimin’s shoulder as his hips start to move in a circular motion. “Fuck you ‘til you’re coming again.”

“Yes—” Jimin’s words dissolve into a breathy moan when the elder’s cock grinds hard against his swollen prostate. “Oh my God, hyung—” Tears spring into Jimin’s eyes at the mixture of pain and pleasure in his backside. He loves the feeling, fucking lives for it. To be fucked until you’re losing your mind is something Jimin has always wanted to experience and that didn’t happen until he met Yoongi.

“S-So deep. You’re gonna—” Jimin groans as Yoongi’s hips grind faster, the elder releasing harsh groans against the younger’s nape as he chases his orgasm. “—Gonna get me pregnant.” It’s dirty, Jimin knows that. The filthiest thing he’s ever said while in the throes of pleasure. But judging from the way Yoongi’s cock twitches inside him, he knows it hits something deep inside the elder’s gut.

The lewd words elicit a pleasured groan out of Yoongi’s mouth as his high hits him, with Jimin clenching tightly around his shaft as the younger’s second orgasm racks his system. Jimin’s whole body seizes up with the force of it, shaking badly with a loud, throaty moan falling past his lips as his poor cock spills any remaining cum out of him.

There are dark spots on the edge of his vision and his head feels like floating. Jimin’s body is thrumming with pleasure as his thighs convulse with the fragments of his climax. He is spent — totally. He can’t even say anything when he feels Yoongi slowly pulling out of him, careful not to hurt Jimin but any slight movement heightens up his sensitivity and so a pitiful whine makes its way out of Jimin’s mouth.

He’s sore, and he can’t move his lower half. Jimin knows he probably looks so fucked out but he won’t change a thing even if he could. “Okay?” he hears Yoongi ask but Jimin can’t, for the life of him, utter a single word so he just nods against the sheets, his throat raw and burning from moaning too much.

“Wait here.” The younger feels a pair of lips being pressed on the small of his back before a weight gets lifted off the mattress. Jimin takes this opportunity to close his eyes, sighing in exhaustion as he feels sleep slowly creeping up into his system.

“Jimin-ah.” Jimin cracks an eye open. “Drink up.” Yoongi already has his grey sweatpants back on and he’s offering a glass of water to Jimin. His thoughtfulness is endearing and with the little strength he has left in his body, Jimin attempts to push himself up on his elbows.

Yoongi chuckles and presses the rim of the glass against Jimin’s lips. Placing a hand under the younger’s chin, Yoongi patiently waits for him to finish drinking. Because of the cold water, Jimin feels just how parched his throat was even more. “Thank you,” he croaks, licking his lips once.

Humming, Yoongi places the glass on the nightstand and tells Jimin that he’ll be back again. This time, when Yoongi sits on the edge of the bed holding a damp towel, a contented sigh slips between Jimin’s lips when the cool towel touches the heated skin of his back.

“Do you wanna take a shower?” Yoongi asks, cleaning the mixture of cum and lube off Jimin’s rim.

“I don’t wanna move.” Jimin pouts.

Chuckling, Yoongi maneuvers Jimin until he’s lying on his back, the younger wincing at the sticky feeling of drying cum on his stomach. Yoongi wipes it off, too, and says something about having to change the sheets before they can go to sleep.

“Give me a kiss first,” Jimin coaxes the elder. When Yoongi shakes his head with a fond smile twitching up the corners of his mouth, the younger’s chest brims with triumph as his boss lays on top of him, gracing him with his body heat once again and capturing Jimin’s lips with a slow and deep kiss.

“Hyung,” he mutters. “Can I ask?” The elder pulls back and stares right into his eyes, waiting for Jimin to continue. Nibbling on his kiss-swollen lip for a second as hesitation flickers in his gaze, Jimin inquires, “Is this a one-time thing?”

A small frown contorts the woodworker’s handsome features and he says, “If you want to.”

“I don’t!” Jimin replies, perhaps a little too quickly that it makes Yoongi chuckle in amusement. The younger blushes. “I mean— I don’t,” he repeats, peeking shyly at Yoongi’s face under his lashes. “I want to do this again and other things in the future.”

“What other things?” Yoongi asks.

“Shopping. Watching a movie together. Cooking. Cuddling. Kissing. All those stuff.” Jimin plays with the short hair on the back of Yoongi’s neck. “I hope we can do all that, hyung.”

“You mean…” Yoongi licks his bottom lip. “...Dating?”

Jimin’s heart hammers against his chest. “Yes,” he responds, looking straight into the elder’s irises. “Dating.”

Jimin knows there’s a seed of insecurity inside him. Yoongi is a 38-year-old established handsome bachelor who has a stable job and has achieved a lot of things in his life. While Jimin is a 23-year-old university student with an average GPA who’s been struggling with his financial situation and can’t even buy himself a new cellphone.

He is… kind of pathetic compared to Yoongi.

“I’m sorry. Forget I said that.” The words come out fast before he can stop them.

A look of surprise flickers across Yoongi’s features. “Why are you apologizing?”

“I just— I don’t think I’m fit enough to date you.” Jimin ducks his head, avoiding his boss’s gaze.

Yoongi feels that something is wrong and so he places a finger under the younger’s chin to lift his face up. “Jimin-ah, hey. Look at me. What makes you say that?” asks Yoongi with a frown.

Taking in a deep breath, Jimin confesses, “I don’t have anything to be proud of. You’re an admirable man and I think I’m still childish and sensitive compared to you.”

“That’s not true.” Yoongi sighs. “You’re admirable, too. You give your best in everything — at work and at school. Each person grows up in their own time, and even at my age, I think I’m still lacking in a lot of things.”

Jimin purses his lips. He whispers, albeit a bit stubbornly,  “I think you’re amazing.”

A low chuckle bubbles inside Yoongi’s throat. “I’m glad you think so.”

“It’s okay if we don’t date.”

“Now, that’s a lie,” Yoongi scolds him lightly. After a moment of silence, he adds, “Okay, let’s date.”

Jimin’s eyes widen. “Really? We— really, hyung? You’ll date me?”

The elder snorts and plants a kiss on Jimin’s gaping mouth. “Yeah. I’ve known you for six months, Jimin-ah.” The soft expression that settles in Yoongi’s eyes makes Jimin’s heart thump loudly inside his chest. “I wanna try.”

I wanna try if everything will work out this time.

Those were the unspoken words, and Jimin couldn’t be happier to be granted a chance to forge a relationship with the elder. Happily, Jimin tugs Yoongi down to kiss him. “Thank you, hyung,” he murmurs against his lips.

But the elder just says, “No.” A small smile. “Thank you, Jimin-ah.”

Jimin’s heart soars as Yoongi kisses him breathless.

- to be continued