Carved Into You (#05) (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
• Anal fingering
• Rimming
• Coming untouched
• Oversensitivity
• Dirty talk
• Bareback

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                                                                       v.

“Ahh.”

Jimin bites his bottom lip as his hands grip the edges of the newly built table that Yoongi had been working on for the past two weeks. It probably isn’t the best idea to fuck on the furniture but Jimin had teased Yoongi about testing the durability and strength of the table through… well, through this, and the woodworker took the bait without giving really much care if they would end up damaging the table.

“It wasn’t custom-made,” Yoongi told him. “It’s fine.”

“Oh—” The younger’s gasp trails off into a pleased smile when he feels Yoongi’s tongue curling right inside his hole, licking his hot walls as the elder’s large and bony hands keep his cheeks apart, squeezing the flesh firmly. “That’s nice, hyung.”

The elder hums and pulls his tongue back to lick a fat stripe up Jimin’s hole, lapping at his entrance.

“You’re like a puppy,” Jimin jokes with a smirk, looking at his boyfriend over his shoulder with flushed cheeks.

Snorting lightly, Yoongi playfully takes a bite of his left cheek. “Careful. Puppies can eat you alive, Jimin-ah.”

“I think I’d like that.” Pulling his leg out of his pants and boxers and letting them pool around his ankle, Jimin hikes his right leg up the table and says, “Eat me out good, hyung.”

“Jesus.” Yoongi stands from his kneeling position to grab the chair from his workbench. Sitting with the younger’s ass right in front of his face, the woodworker squeezes his left buttcheek and tells him, “You’re such a handful.”

“Literally, or figuratively?” Jimin inquires with an eyebrow raised.

A playful slap lands on Jimin’s ass and the younger gasps at the slight tingle the impact sends down his spine. It didn’t sting, but his butt clearly felt the contact of the elder’s palm against his skin. “Both,” he hears the man say.

Jimin clenches around his hyung's tongue, letting out a low moan as the man practically makes out with his hole. The wet and slick sound coming from the woodworker makes the younger's gut coil tightly with pleasure. Ever since the first time he got employed at Yoongi's shop, Jimin had always wondered how it would feel to have his mouth on him, and to finally have it after more than six months of having the biggest fat crush on his 38-year-old boss is like a dream come true.

When Jimin feels the elder's tongue retreating with a loud "pop" and a firmly placed kiss on his right cheek, Jimin turns his head to look behind him. "Hyung—?" The younger's words get cut off by a gasp when the woodworker inserts two fingers into his hole. "Aahh!"

Biting his bottom lip, Jimin's eyes flutter closed. "That's— right there, hyung." The younger's grip on the edge of the table tightens when Yoongi's fingers find his prostate.

"You want it here?" Yoongi asks.

Jimin knows he's teasing; the elder knows exactly what he wants. Still, Jimin takes the bait.

He knows Yoongi likes it when he begs and so, Jimin pulls out his trump card to rile him up even more. “Yes.” He lets out a breath through rosy, puckered lips. “Hyung, make me come?” Jimin wiggles his ass a little. “Please?”

“Fuck.” Yoongi momentarily closes his eyes. “You’re torturing me, Jimin-ah.”

Jimin secretly laughs.

But when Yoongi starts fucking him with his fingers earnestly, dragging the pads against his sweet spot with every thrust, the younger feels his legs weaken because of how good his boyfriend is taking care of him. The pleasure runs down to his toes and fingertips, feeling the electricity up to his scalp especially when the elder abandons his thrusts to rub his fingers on the swollen gland hard.

“H-Hyung– ah!” Jimin moans with his cheek pressed to the surface of the table. “Like that. Harder– ngh!”

“You like it when hyung touches this spot, hm?” Yoongi asks with a smirk dangling off his lips, rubbing the younger’s sensitive prostate until his thighs are shaking. “Always makes you come, right, Jimin-ah?”

Nodding against the table, a long moan gets punched out of Jimin’s chest when Yoongi slides in another finger. “Mhn, so good,” he mutters dazedly. “Want it. Want more, hyung.”

“Greedy little kitten.” Yoongi huffs an amused sound.

“I want your cock, hyung.” Jimin licks his lips when he sees the hard tent of the woodworker’s erection under his jeans. “Let me ride you.”

“Shit, okay.” Yoongi pulls out his fingers slowly, careful not to hurt Jimin. When the younger pushes himself up from the table, his boss pats his thigh and says, “C’mere.”

Not wasting another second, Jimin hops off the table and almost topples over when his legs feel a little too weak to remain standing. “Careful,” Yoongi tells him with a chuckle, holding Jimin’s waist to support him. “Was it that good?”

Jimin pouts as he settles on his boyfriend’s lap, fumbling on the zipper of his jeans. “It was,” he replies with a petulant huff. “Now, stop being smug and give me your dick.”

Tossing his head back with a hearty laugh that makes Jimin’s stubborn heart skip like a high schooler having a puppy crush over the elder’s smile, Yoongi squeezes Jimin’s hips and stares at him with mirth and fondness in his eyes. “You’re too much for me, Jimin-ah.”

“Is that a bad thing?” asks the younger with his heart beating loudly in his chest, sliding a hand down the elder’s pants to stroke his half-hard cock.

“No.” Yoongi kisses his lips as Jimin jerks him off.

When the elder’s kiss leaves him breathless, Jimin lifts his hips to press the head of Yoongi’s cock against his lubed and spit-slicked hole. When the first ring of muscles gets breached, the younger lets out a trembling sigh as he slowly begins to drop down the elder’s entire length. “Oh my God. Mhn…” Jimin bites his bottom lip as the crease between his brows deepens. “You’re… really big, hyung. I can’t get used to it.”

“In that case, we have to practice more often,” Yoongi teases him.

Letting out a disbelieving chuckle, Jimin lightly shoves his hyung’s chest. “You’re so annoying. I swear.”

After a minute of letting himself adapt to the elder’s girth, Jimin starts to lift up halfway, his breath catching softly in his throat when the friction brings a little tingle to his gut, and drops down slowly as if testing if he can finally take the tremendous pressure inside him.

“Hyung,” Jimin whimpers when he feels Yoongi’s cock hitting his sensitive prostate with every other thrust of his hips.

“Ride me good, Jimin-ah,” the woodworker utters in a raspy voice before lifting the hems of his shirt and latching his mouth on Jimin’s left nipple.

“A-Ah,” Jimin moans as he bounces on the elder’s lap, feeling his legs tremble with pleasure and exhaustion with every downward thrust. It feels so good to ride Yoongi like this, to desperately chase his release while being split in half by the elder’s cock. Jimin had imagined this scenario in his head countless times before, starting from the moment he saw the teasing bulge in Yoongi’s pants when the man was lifting up planks of wood over his shoulder to make a customized shelf for a customer.

Groaning against Jimin’s neck, Yoongi utters, “Ride me harder, baby.”

Baby.

Oh, fuck.

Jimin positively moans at that.

Leaning his elbows on the table behind him, Jimin’s lashes fall halfway over his eyes and he says, “Say that again.” He bites bottom lip as he feels lust flaring brightly inside his gut. “Call me baby.”

“Baby,” Yoongi repeats with a lopsided smile, brushing his thumb against the younger’s Nevermind tattoo. “You like being my baby?”

Oh, yes. Fuck, Jimin thinks with a mental moan.

“I do.” Taking Yoongi as deeply as he can, Jimin tells him, “Baby will ride you good, daddy.”

Jimin sees the exact moment when Yoongi loses his cool with a harshly muttered curse under his breath, gripping Jimin’s ass tightly with both hands and sucking on the younger’s right nipple until it becomes swollen and sensitive.

The younger moans as he moves his hips back and forth, working the head of the elder’s cock against his prostate with every roll and grind of his hips. “Right there– ahh…” Jimin lets out a drawn out moan as his head falls back and his jaw drops open, his dark lashes fluttering closed as he feels a sudden zing of pleasure up his spine when a particularly hard grind hits his sweet spot perfectly. “You’re fucking me so good, hyung. Mhn—”

He’s panting as he continues to move his hips at a desperate pace, creaking both Yoongi’s chair and the table behind him as he rides his boyfriend to the Twelve Gates of Heaven. It’s the wildest fuck-ride that Jimin has ever done to anyone, with his chest fully exposed and his lower half grinding hard against the elder as if trying milk every cum that’s about to come out of his hyung’s cock.

And Jimin will.

He will milk every cum out of the elder’s cock.

“Hyung,” Jimin pants as he takes Yoongi’s hand to place it over his stomach, right under his navel where Jimin can feel the elder’s cock moving from the inside. “Can you feel it?”

Yoongi lets out a harsh breath.

“Your cock is messing up my insides.” Jimin presses Yoongi’s hand harder down his stomach and the added pressure elicits a filthy moan out of his throat. “Right there, hyung. You’re fucking me right where I want it.”

“Fucking hell, Jimin-ah. The words you say.” The woodworker continues to press down on Jimin’s belly as the younger rides him, causing his abused prostate to press harder against the shaft inside him.

The stimulation is too much and Jimin feels like he’s about to lose his mind. When he feels electricity pricking at his toes and the soles of his feet, Jimin heaves out a breath and says, “Gonna come.”

Yoongi hums and reaches down to squeeze Jimin’s balls.

“Ow, fuck!” The younger’s hips stutter as one of his elbows slide off the table. “H-Hyung, that’s— shit.”

“Keep moving,” Yoongi tells him with a predatory gaze. “I want you to come without me touching your cock.”

Desire fires up through Jimin’s system and he picks up a maddening pace as he continues to roll his hips in tight, fast circles. Mewling at the pleasurable sensation, Jimin feels his whole body starting to seize up as he nears the edge, balancing on a ledge where he can fall down any second.

And when his orgasm hits him, Jimin comes with a loud moan. He continues to grind his hips as cum spurts out of his cock, prolonging his high as much as he can and chasing whatever spark of pleasure was left.

When a low groan comes out of Yoongi’s mouth as Jimin clenches hard around him, the elder stands up to pin Jimin down the table and proceeds to fuck him in earnest as the man chases his own release.

Moaning, Jimin wraps his arms around his hyung’s torso to ground himself as the elder fucks him as hard as he can, desperate for an orgasm.

“Fuck, Jimin-ah,” Yoongi groans. “M’coming.”

“Inside.” Jimin wraps his legs around the other’s hips. “Fuck me full with your cum ‘til I’m dripping, hyung.”

“Shit.” The frown on Yoongi’s handsome face deepens as sweat glides down his neck and the side of his face. “Baby. Ahh…”

Yoongi comes with a breathy groan against Jimin’s neck, filling the younger with his release just like what Jimin wanted. As the woodworker slowly goes soft inside him, Jimin captures his lips in a passionate kiss until the heat under their skin subsides a little.

Kissing Yoongi after a round of hot sex has been Jimin’s favorite in his sexual life so far and he doubts that he will get tired of it anytime soon. Or perhaps, never.

“Wanna clean up in the bathroom?” Yoongi asks him as he slides out of the younger.

“Sure.” Jimin places a kiss on the elder’s jaw. “But on one condition.”

The woodworker raises a curious brow. “Oh?”

Hooking his arms around Yoongi’s neck, Jimin says, “Saturday. Go on a date with me, hyung.”

Silence fills up the room long enough for Jimin to grow a bit restless. “You don’t… want to?” Reluctance is heavy in his voice and Yoongi probably noticed the disappointment in his tone because the elder shakes his head and gives Jimin a small smile.

“No. It’s just… I don’t usually go on dates. But I’ll try for you.”

Hope blooms in Jimin’s chest and he lets out a tiny giggle before kissing his boyfriend on the mouth. “I look forward to it, hyung.”

Jimin has to make sure that everything will go perfectly on their first date.

- to be continued