#everlusting

Jimin gets needy sometimes.

There’s various stages to it, his neediness, but Yoongi knows he’s needy when Jimin starts pouting around the house, lips puffy and pink. He’s showing his lips off, like he always does when he gets like this, when he gets soft and needy and sweet. Jimin is pouting now, and Yoongi watches him, watches the way Jimin frowns, the way his lower lip pushes out, the way his finger comes up to trace the glossed curves. Yoongi watches, watches until Jimin hums out a quiet little noise, watches until the finger at his mouth slips in. He’s not sucking, not quite, but Yoongi doesn’t wait for it to get to that point before he’s coming over to sit next to Jimin, trying and not quite managing to hide his fond smile.

“You’re so cute when you pout like that, Jiminnie. Pretty lips.”

And like clockwork, Jimin whines, eyes widening as his finger slides further into his mouth. Maybe he’s trying to be subtle, but Yoongi doubts it, because Jimin is never subtle, not when he’s this needy. He says something, an attempt at Yoongi’s name, maybe, and nothing else.

“What, baby? Can you use your words?” And he can, Yoongi knows, but when Jimin shakes his head, he isn’t disappointed. “How about I ask you some things, and you can tell me yes or no, hm?”

Here, Jimin hesitates, but he nods after another quiet prompt. He wants to be good, and that’s clearly won out over his embarrassment. “Do you want something for your mouth? You keep playing with your pretty lips.”

Finally, Jimin lets his hand fall to his lap, and Yoongi’s eyes drift from his spit-slick finger up to his pretty mouth, shining eyes. That’s answer enough - even the way his back straightens so he can sit up, just a little. Normally, Yoongi would tease, but he’s impatient too, had been wanting Jimin’s mouth around his dick for ages now.

“What do you want, baby? Your pretty finger not enough?” and when Jimin shakes his head, Yoongi laughs. “Yeah, I know. Too tiny, hm? Not enough to fill your mouth?”

Jimin shakes his head again, and he’s pouting again, eyes already wide and teary. “Can I?” he asks, voice quiet and shy. Yoongi laughs, reaches out to run a hand through his hair, nods.

“Always.”

And there’s grace in the way Jimin slips from the couch to fall to his knees, grace in the way he crawls over to fit between Yoongi’s spread legs, grace in the way he shimmies Yoongi’s sweats down his legs. There’s somehow even grace in the way Jimin’s small, small hands reach for Yoongi - one on his thigh and the other fitting around the base of his cock - and there’s grace in the way Jimin leans forward to lap at the tip of Yoongi’s cock.

“Tastes good,” Jimin mumbles, glancing up at Yoongi. There’s adoration in his gaze, and his smile is beyond flustered when Yoongi reaches out to run a hand through his hair. He leans down again to open his mouth, and this time he begins to suckle, slow pulls that make Yoongi shudder.

“God, you’re good, Jiminnie. Doing so good for me, my pretty baby boy.”

Jimin whines, and like always, he’s weak for the pet name. It’s cute, how soft he is, how soft and sweet and needy, and as weak as Jimin is for pet names, Yoongi is even weaker for him. There are so many things that he wants to say, but all Yoongi can do is murmur little praises and pet his hand through Jimin’s hair.

“Can you take more for me, angel?” and when Jimin hums, Yoongi’s hand tightens in his hair. He knows that Jimin doesn’t especially love when Yoongi pulls, but this just makes him shudder and suck harder. His eyes are wet with tears when he glances up, and as Yoongi watches, he blinks and a tear slips from his eye.