FIC: sugarplum
fandom: BTS
pairing: min yoongi/kim seokjin
rating: pg-13
words: 700-ish
A/N: travis oppa asked me to write something short and sweet, and i obliged. inspired by this
Sugarplum
“You have something on your face,” Jin mocks as soon as they’re back home and alone in the kitchen. Yoongi isn’t sure where the others are, probably lounging in the living room, or in their beds. It is late afterall.
There’s nothing on Yoongi’s face. Not anymore, anyway. But he can still smell the chocolate frosting that used to be there, right next to his mouth, where Jin playfully smeared it this afternoon. By some miracle, there’s still a couple of pieces of the cake left, waiting on the counter to be eaten by whoever finds them first.
Yoongi doesn’t respond to Jin’s remark, only gives him a blank look, hoping he won’t see the mischief hiding in Yoongi’s eyes. He waits for Jin to turn his back to him before dipping two of his fingers into the cake, gathering as much frosting as he can, and smears it all over Jin’s face. But mostly on his mouth, because it’s not like Yoongi has time to aim properly.
Jin drops the dish towel he was holding and closes his eyes, defeated. It only gets worse when Yoongi lets out a high pitched victory squeal, his entire face glowing. Jin can’t help but smile.
“I should have seen that coming,” he says.
Yoongi beams, his tongue sticking out between his teeth. “Happy birthday to me,” he says, leaning in closer to Jin and licking his lips.
“What are you-“
And then Yoongi’s mouth is on his, kissing but mostly tasting him, his tongue slipping past his lips to lick at the corner of Jin’s mouth.
“Hmm, chocolate hyung,” he says when he pulls away.
Jin can’t help but lick his lips, tasting chocolate and Yoongi all at once, but Yoongi grabs the front of his shirt, making him stop. “Nuh-uh, that’s my frosting.” And he’s leaning in again, tongue darting out and licking into Jin’s mouth eagerly.
The chocolate is sweet and smooth on Yoongi’s tongue, but Jin feels even better, his soft tongue meeting Yoongi’s to get a little taste of the frosting. Yoongi’s hands find Jin’s hips, forgetting all about his chocolate smeared fingers and guiding Jin back to lean against the counter, deepening the kiss when he can’t go any further.
Jin lets out a choked noise when Yoongi’s hand grabs at his jaw, accidentally wiping more chocolate on his face. Yoongi lets go of Jin’s mouth and licks at the chocolate fingerprints he's left on his jawline, trying to clean his mess but spreading it more than anything.
The taste of chocolate and Jin’s moans under his tongue is intoxicating, only resulting in making Yoongi want more. He reaches blindly behind Jin’s back to find the cake, knocking over the glass that Jin was trying to clean just a minute ago. He finds the cake alright, pretty much destroying it, fingers buried right in the middle of it.
He giggles against Jin’s skin before wiping his fingers on the side of his neck, following immediately with his tongue, tasting Jin’s quickening pulse. Jin tilts his head back, allowing him more space and letting out a sigh into the air above him. Hands find the back of Yoongi’s head, fingers sliding along his scalp, pulling gently at the hair to let Yoongi know it feels good.
Yoongi leaves a trail of kisses along Jin’s neck and jawline, making his way back to his mouth for one more taste. This kiss is softer, more tender, not as hungry as before. Yoongi is taking his time, enjoying every touch of his tongue, every slide of his lips against Jin’s. Both of his hands find their way back to Jin’s hips, his thumbs stroking the skin of his hipbones under the hem of his shirt.
They stay this way for a while, Jin’s arms thrown around Yoongi’s shoulders, holding him there while their mouths work lazily on each other.
When Yoongi finally pulls away, it feels like it takes him forever to finally open his eyes and come back down from his high. But when he does, and when he gets a look at Jin, the boy is staring at him, chocolate still on his cheek, his mouth red and slightly open, waiting for more.
But Yoongi pulls away, licking at his own fingers. “That’s really good cake,” he says, disappearing out of the kitchen, leaving a confused looking Jin to clean up the mess.
When Yoongi reaches the bathroom, he can’t help but burst out laughing when he hears Taehyung’s voice coming from the kitchen behind him.
“Hyung,” it says, “there’s something on your face.”
pairing: min yoongi/kim seokjin
rating: pg-13
words: 700-ish
A/N: travis oppa asked me to write something short and sweet, and i obliged. inspired by this
Sugarplum
“You have something on your face,” Jin mocks as soon as they’re back home and alone in the kitchen. Yoongi isn’t sure where the others are, probably lounging in the living room, or in their beds. It is late afterall.
There’s nothing on Yoongi’s face. Not anymore, anyway. But he can still smell the chocolate frosting that used to be there, right next to his mouth, where Jin playfully smeared it this afternoon. By some miracle, there’s still a couple of pieces of the cake left, waiting on the counter to be eaten by whoever finds them first.
Yoongi doesn’t respond to Jin’s remark, only gives him a blank look, hoping he won’t see the mischief hiding in Yoongi’s eyes. He waits for Jin to turn his back to him before dipping two of his fingers into the cake, gathering as much frosting as he can, and smears it all over Jin’s face. But mostly on his mouth, because it’s not like Yoongi has time to aim properly.
Jin drops the dish towel he was holding and closes his eyes, defeated. It only gets worse when Yoongi lets out a high pitched victory squeal, his entire face glowing. Jin can’t help but smile.
“I should have seen that coming,” he says.
Yoongi beams, his tongue sticking out between his teeth. “Happy birthday to me,” he says, leaning in closer to Jin and licking his lips.
“What are you-“
And then Yoongi’s mouth is on his, kissing but mostly tasting him, his tongue slipping past his lips to lick at the corner of Jin’s mouth.
“Hmm, chocolate hyung,” he says when he pulls away.
Jin can’t help but lick his lips, tasting chocolate and Yoongi all at once, but Yoongi grabs the front of his shirt, making him stop. “Nuh-uh, that’s my frosting.” And he’s leaning in again, tongue darting out and licking into Jin’s mouth eagerly.
The chocolate is sweet and smooth on Yoongi’s tongue, but Jin feels even better, his soft tongue meeting Yoongi’s to get a little taste of the frosting. Yoongi’s hands find Jin’s hips, forgetting all about his chocolate smeared fingers and guiding Jin back to lean against the counter, deepening the kiss when he can’t go any further.
Jin lets out a choked noise when Yoongi’s hand grabs at his jaw, accidentally wiping more chocolate on his face. Yoongi lets go of Jin’s mouth and licks at the chocolate fingerprints he's left on his jawline, trying to clean his mess but spreading it more than anything.
The taste of chocolate and Jin’s moans under his tongue is intoxicating, only resulting in making Yoongi want more. He reaches blindly behind Jin’s back to find the cake, knocking over the glass that Jin was trying to clean just a minute ago. He finds the cake alright, pretty much destroying it, fingers buried right in the middle of it.
He giggles against Jin’s skin before wiping his fingers on the side of his neck, following immediately with his tongue, tasting Jin’s quickening pulse. Jin tilts his head back, allowing him more space and letting out a sigh into the air above him. Hands find the back of Yoongi’s head, fingers sliding along his scalp, pulling gently at the hair to let Yoongi know it feels good.
Yoongi leaves a trail of kisses along Jin’s neck and jawline, making his way back to his mouth for one more taste. This kiss is softer, more tender, not as hungry as before. Yoongi is taking his time, enjoying every touch of his tongue, every slide of his lips against Jin’s. Both of his hands find their way back to Jin’s hips, his thumbs stroking the skin of his hipbones under the hem of his shirt.
They stay this way for a while, Jin’s arms thrown around Yoongi’s shoulders, holding him there while their mouths work lazily on each other.
When Yoongi finally pulls away, it feels like it takes him forever to finally open his eyes and come back down from his high. But when he does, and when he gets a look at Jin, the boy is staring at him, chocolate still on his cheek, his mouth red and slightly open, waiting for more.
But Yoongi pulls away, licking at his own fingers. “That’s really good cake,” he says, disappearing out of the kitchen, leaving a confused looking Jin to clean up the mess.
When Yoongi reaches the bathroom, he can’t help but burst out laughing when he hears Taehyung’s voice coming from the kitchen behind him.
“Hyung,” it says, “there’s something on your face.”