Yoonmin DTF AU
Jimin, notorious for his one night stands, comes across Yoongi’s profile on a dating app and swipes right, expecting his friend to swipe left. When Yoongi surprises Jimin by being DTF, he has to confront his feelings for Yoongi face on instead of avoiding them.

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Pairing: Yoonmin
Rating: Explicit
Tags: casual sex, minor misunderstanding , fluff & minor angst, emotional hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, HEA

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One night stands were Jimin’s forte. He had the amazing ability to pick up someone with one look, one smile. He considered it a talent of his, how he was a hook-up magnet. It was just as well, because that was all Jimin seemed to be interested in.

Whenever he was out with his friends he got hit on, or gazed at in a way that he knew exactly what the other person wanted from him. He liked the attention, craved the validation and instant gratification that came with the short lived trysts.

Their friend group were used to Jimin getting someone random person’s number in the middle of dinner, of him disappearing if they were out at a club together only to show up again thirty minutes later with a mouth-shaped bruise on his neck.

He’d laugh, running his fingers through his hair as he bit his lip, looking around for someone else to catch his eye. The thing was, though, that with the high that came from the instant gratification that came with hooking up, the crash afterwards was what he feared.

It was like a seesaw: when he hooked up with someone he felt as if he was flying, only to freefall in a downward spiral once clothes were straightened or put back on. The emptiness Jimin felt in the moments afterwards were so cavernous he immediately sought out another.

Jimin was rarely alone. He had a core group of friends, six of them, who were always available to hang out. Even the more introverted ones of the group didn’t mind when Jimin turned up at their apartment if he was lonely. If anything, they were the only stability in his life.

His best friend, Taehyung, was his wing man and understood him the most out of anyone else. Then there was his room mate, Hoseok, who knew first hand the lows that Jimin went through. Their friend Jungkook spent more time at their apartment than his own.

It wasn’t unusual for Jimin to come home late at night, or early in the morning, to find Hoseok and Jungkook curled up on the couch together. They always offered him a spot between them, to which Jimin gladly accepted.

Besides Hoseok, his other hyungs were Namjoon, Seokjin, and Yoongi. Namjoon was Taehyung’s room mate and one of the smartest people that Jimin knew, while Seokjin and Yoongi lived together and were the most elusive of their friend group.

Two introverts, Seokjin spent most of his time playing video games. He was a streamer and somehow managed to make a living off of playing video games and posting content. Jimin wasn’t sure how it worked, but it meant that Seokjin rarely came out with them.

But, if Jimin called him, he would be there for him. Yoongi, too, was just as elusive, but in a different way. A workaholic, getting Yoongi away from producing was a difficult thing to accomplish. He tended to keep weird hours, as did Seokjin, working most nights.

As it happened, it had been about a month since Jimin saw the two of them out with their group. Sure, individually the others saw Seokjin and Yoongi, but it was rare for either of them to instigate hanging out. It was for the best, though, that Jimin rarely saw Yoongi.

Jimin would never say that he had a crush on anyone, not when with the snap of his fingers he could have someone on their knees before him, or vice versa. Crushes were for younger Jimin, the Jimin with low self esteem who hadn’t believed he could be lusted after.

He had a dancer’s body, spending hours upon hours a day in the studio refining his movements and doing choreography. He knew he was hot, could see it in the mirrors that surrounded him all day long. So no, he didn’t have a crush on someone else.

But if he did have a crush, he would have one on Yoongi. He was quiet, but not shy, chiming into conversations with soothing words of wisdom or hilarious one-liners that left everyone laughing so hard that they fell off their chairs.

Yoongi, whose quiet confidence was an unbelievable turn on for Jimin, didn’t blink an eye at him. In fact, he rarely made eye contact with anyone as he spoke in his deep, calming voice. Not only did his voice make Jimin melt, but he was stunning to look at.

All of his friends were attractive, so to Jimin it wasn’t unusual to wonder what it would be like to hook up with one of them. It wasn’t as if he’d never drunkenly made out with one of them, or that none of them had hooked up before. Because they had.

Just because he found himself staring at one of them more often, or found himself daydreaming about what it would be like to be held by them didn’t mean he had a crush on one of them. Or, that was what Jimin told himself repeatedly.

One night when Jimin had zero plans and zero energy to go out, he found himself scrolling through a dating app. He swept right more than left, always up for a good time, leaving it up to someone else to complete the match.

So there he was, mindlessly swiping through profile after profile that all wanted to hook up, when his world came crashing to a halt. There, before him, was Yoongi’s dating profile. Jimin didn’t even know that Yoongi had one, and was even interested in dating.

But he had one, and not only was his profile active, but the description only had one acronym on it that was immediately burned into Jimin’s memory: DTF, down to fuck. Yoongi, his reclusive, kind, and reticent friend… wanted to hook up with someone.

Jimin sat there, his heartbeat in his throat as his thumb hovered over Yoongi’s face. He immediately wanted to call Hoseok into his room, to ask his opinion, or to text him, but he didn’t want to exit the app in case he lost Yoongi’s profile. He had to make a decision.

Left or right? Yes or No? Did he want to swipe his way into Yoongi’s pants? Would Yoongi swipe right? Would he be offended if Jimin tried to hook up with him? The ominous DTF haunted Jimin as he stared at it beneath what was the hottest photo of Yoongi he’d ever seen.

If Yoongi said no Jimin could probably explain his right swipe off as a joke, but if Yoongi swiped right… Jimin let out a groan as he flopped over on his bed. He took a deep breath, knowing that there was no other way he’d swipe. His thumb flicked and his decision was made.

Now he only had to wait. Terror ripped through him as he held his breath. Waiting was agony, so he immediately opened up his text thread with Taehyung to tell his best friend the terrible decision he’d made.

Jimin sat there staring at his phone, jaw dropped as the evidence of Yoongi’s answer popped up on his screen. Yoongi had swiped right, and matched him on the app. Yoongi wanted to hook up. Jimin laughed to himself, running his fingers through his hair.

He took a deep breath, shaking his head as his thumbs hovered over a blank message to Yoongi. Jimin had to decide what approach he wanted to take with this, whether he wanted to play it off as a joke or if he wanted to seriously pursue Yoongi.

Jimin bit his bottom lip, breathing out slowly. A smirk slowly spread across his lips as his mind shifted to his flirtatious mode. This was Yoongi, who was just a guy not unlike Jimin, and Jimin knew what guys wanted. Mission: Booty Call was a go.

But before Jimin was able to instigate anything by messaging first, Yoongi beat him to it. The fact that Yoongi was the one that reached out first gave Jimin the boost of serotonin he sought out by hooking up with people. There wasn’t anything like being pursued, being wanted.

Jimin couldn’t wipe the smile from his face as he exited the subway and made his way towards Yoongi’s apartment. They always tended to bicker, to have this back and forth with each other when out with their friends. Their banter wasn’t new, but the flirting was.

Yoongi’s interest in him made Jimin feel powerful, his confidence skyrocketing as he got closer. His heart beat quickly in his chest as he forced down the butterflies that were in his stomach. This wouldn’t be any different than his other hookups, he told himself.

Before he made it to Yoongi's, his phone dinged with multiple messages from other guys and girls he’d hooked up with, all asking if he wanted to meet up. Ah, the booty call hour. If he wasn’t on his way to Yoongi’s he’d probably end up hooking up with one of them.

Something about that thought, though, didn’t seem right. Jimin paused long enough to think about what he would have done if Yoongi hadn’t replied, or had swiped left. He supposed if he swiped left he would have texted him and brushed it off lightly as a joke.

He might have reached out for someone else if he was rejected, but Jimin had a feeling that if Yoongi left him hanging he wouldn’t have accepted anyone’s booty call. That thought alone gave him a moment’s hesitation before his phone chimed once more.

This time it was Taehyung, asking for an update. Jimin tilted his head as he raised his eyebrows, wondering if he actually wanted to tell his best friend he was about to bang their friend. Jimin leaned against the nearest wall in order to discuss his plans with Taehyung.

Jimin didn’t know what to expect when Yoongi opened the door to his apartment, but it wasn’t Yoongi looking just as soft as he had in the selca he sent Jimin. Only now Yoongi’s hair was dry and his face slightly glossy, as if he’d done his nightly moisturizing routine.

That, and he had his glasses on, as if he hadn’t actually expected Jimin to show up, like he was about to go to bed. They stood there, unmoving, in the doorway, both of them looking the other over. Jimin was in a plain white t-shirt and jeans, nothing that really stood out.

Yoongi bit his lip, lifting a single eyebrow as he opened the door wide enough to let Jimin slip by with barely enough space without brushing against Yoongi. He’d done it on purpose, but Jimin pretended he didn’t realize Yoongi’s game.

Oh, how he liked that Yoongi was toying with him. This wasn’t the first time that Jimin was over at Yoongi and Jin’s, though it wasn’t their friend group’s normal hangout. Jimin looked around, wondering where he was.

“Jin’s streaming. He probably didn’t even hear the door,” Yoongi said as he leaned against the back of the couch, hands spread out, gripping the edge of it as he crossed his ankles before him, his head tilted to one side. He wore a white pajama set, given to him by Jin.

“You would wear a pajama set to bed,” Jimin said, giving Yoongi a playful smile as he slipped his shoes off in the entryway, along with placing his bag on the ground.

“Like you don’t wear the set Jin got you either,” Yoongi mumbled, his fingers carding through his hair and shaking it, the strands moving but falling back to where they’d been before.

“I sleep naked,” Jimin said, his tongue peaking out between his lips.

Yoongi’s eyes trailed from Jimin’s eyes to his mouth then back again before taking a deep breath and pushing himself off the couch, fingers once more running through his hair subconsciously.

Yoongi’s room was a place that Jimin was relatively unfamiliar with. His door was usually shut when they’d been over, and it wasn’t at all surprising to find that he had blackout curtains, a bed full of more pillows than Jimin thought necessary, all in tones of gray.

Jimin watched as Yoongi shut the door, even locked it behind him so that they wouldn’t be disturbed.

“So,” Jimin said as he made himself comfortable, sitting down on the bed and flopping backwards.

His feet were still on the floor as he propped himself up by his elbows so he could see Yoongi, watch his reaction. Jimin’s legs were spread, a perfect fit for Yoongi to stand between.

Without prompting Yoongi came forward, standing between Jimin’s spread legs.

Yoongi looked down at him as Jimin looked up, neither of them seeming to want to flat out state what they were about to do. Jimin raked his teeth across his bottom lip, waiting.

He’d made his move, situating himself, making easy access if Yoongi wished to blow him. Yoongi’s fingers grazed over Jimin’s knees, the tips of his index and middle fingers trailing up his thigh.

“Do you want me to beg?” Jimin asked, smirking up at Yoongi. Yoongi huffed, rolling his eyes as he leaned forward, his hands gripping Jimin’s thighs. Jimin let his head fall back, exposing his throat at the feel of his hands covering the expanse of his thighs.

He knew Yoongi’s hands were big, knew he’d be able to ruin him with them, but to actually be touched by someone you only day dreamed about was earth shattering. Jimin reeled himself back, lifting his head as he spread his legs a little wider.

“What if I said yes?” Yoongi said, his thumbs brushing along the inseam of Jimin’s jeans, upwards towards his groin, teasing him. “That I want you to beg.” Jimin tsked, shaking his head as he pushed himself up into a sitting position.

“I don’t beg for what I know you want to give me,” Jimin whispered, his eyelids heavy with want. Yoongi looked ready to pounce on him, which contradicted his usual casual nonchalance that he exuded.

They were dangerously close, then, with Yoongi still leaned over him. Jimin watched Yoongi’s lips, his mouth barely open as he breathed. Jimin wet his lips before he moved forward, their lips crashing together. This was no chaste first kiss.

Jimin’s hands grasped Yoongi’s face as the kiss deepened, as Yoongi’s tongue darted forward, seeking Jimin’s. Yoongi’s grip on Jimin’s thighs tightened before completely letting go so he could climb onto Jimin’s lap, straddling him.

Yoongi pinned Jimin against the bed, his hands gripping Jimin’s wrists as he pressed them into the mattress above his head. Jimin was already half hard at being manhandled by Yoongi. Yoongi, too, didn’t seem to be unaffected by Jimin or their situation.

“Rules,” Yoongi said as he held Jimin in place. “If we’re going to fuck around.”

“What kind? I’m good with the light system.”

“What? No. Not kinky rules, regular ones,” Yoongi said as he loosened his grip on Jimin’s wrists but remained stradling Jimin’s lap, resting on his thighs. Jimin spread his legs playfully, causing Yoongi to spread his own, scooting down lower.

“Like this,” Yoongi said as he indicated between them. “Is just us getting off.”

“Sure,” Jimin said, leaning his head to one side on the mattress, his hands reaching up and resting on Yoongi’s thighs, the fabric of his pajamas thin and bunched up.

“That’s what booty calls are for, hyung.”

“We use condoms.”

“Of course,” Jimin said, his hands sliding slowly up and down Yoongi’s thighs, the pressure going back and forth between barely there and pressing into his skin.

Subconsciously, or consciously, Jimin couldn’t tell, Yoongi rolled his hips ever so slightly at the movement.

“I don’t want this to fuck up our friendship,” Yoongi said, biting his lower lip like he was on the edge, thinking maybe this was a bad idea.

Jimin couldn’t have that, couldn’t let Yoongi slip between his fingers before he even got to touch him, to taste him.

“It won’t,” Jimin said, one of his hands slipping upwards, touching him beneath the fabric of his shirt.

Yoongi’s eyes fluttered shut as Jimin’s hand ghosted across his stomach and up his chest, his hand gripping Jimin’s wrist without stilling his movements.

Instead, Yoongi guided Jimin’s hand lower until his fingers grazed over the hem of Yoongi’s pajama bottoms. Jimin grinned, enjoying watching Yoongi let go as his head fell back, mouth hanging open as Jimin’s fingers trailed downwards.

The backs of Jimin’s fingers grazed across Yoongi’s apparent erection, the thin fabric hiding little. Jimin spread his index and middle fingers, trailing up and down the outline of Yoongi’s dick. Yoongi sucked in a deep breath, letting it out shakily as he rolled his hips.

He wanted Jimin. Sure, he’d been looking for anyone, the way that someone did when they were horny. Desperation can lead to mistakes, but Jimin didn’t want to be Yoongi’s. Yoongi chose Jimin, let him in enough to touch him, please him. Jimin wouldn’t throw this away.

The friction between Jimin rubbing slowly at Yoongi atop his pajama bottoms seemed to be enough in the moment, so Jimin indulged Yoongi, adding his other hand, cupping him. Yoongi let out a moan as he leaned forward, hands clenching Jimin’s shirt.

Yoongi bucked his hips forward, applying more pressure, more friction to Jimin’s touch.

“Needy,” Jimin said, though his own erection throbbed between his legs where Yoongi’s movements made him even harder. “I like seeing you like this, Hyung.”

Yoongi let out another huff, as if he was annoyed at being turned on. Jimin would show him a good time, show him what he could do with his hands, with his tongue.

Mouth watering at the thought of Yoongi beneath him, Jimin reached up and gripped Yoongi’s neck, pulling him towards Jimin, their mouths meeting in an open mouthed kiss, desperate and wanton. Yoongi’s hands moved to cup Jimin’s face.

His thumb brushed across Jimin’s lower lip once they slowed down enough to breathe, the two of them panting as they moved together, enjoying the feel grinding against each other frantically, deliciously. Jimin wanted more as their lips met once more, unable to stop.

It was Yoongi who broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against Jimin’s so he could catch his breath. With one hand delicately against Jimin’s throat and the other halfway up Jimin’s bunched up shirt, Yoongi left a trail of kisses down Jimin’s neck as he slid off him.

Jimin propped himself up on one elbow, watching as Yoongi slid to the floor between Jimin’s spread legs, hands on Jimin’s thighs. Jimin grinned, falling back against the bed again, breathing harshly as he carded his fingers through his hair.

Yoongi was going to blow him. Jimin watched as Yoongi’s hands slid up his thighs, framing Jimin’s dick with his fingers positioned in a triangle, thumbs and index fingers touching. His hands were big enough that his pinkies touched his hip bones.

Jimin moaned as Yoongi rubbed against his jeans, fingers outlining his straining erection. He moved his hands away, upwards as they slid beneath the fabric of his t-shirt as he shoved it up his chest. Taking his cue, Jimin took his shirt the rest of the way off.

He tossed it to the ground, then sat up, his hands out behind him to hold him up as Yoongi leaned forward, mouthing at the fabric of his jeans, teasing him with barely felt touch of his lips. Jimin groaned as Yoongi let out a low chuckle.

He looked up at Jimin, bottom lip caught on his jeans as his tongue peaked out of his mouth.

“Fuck,” Jimin said, hand reaching out and carding through Yoongi’s hair, gripping it and guiding him back towards his erection.

Yoongi’s face buried against it, teeth nipping at the thick fabric. Jimin let out a frustrated sigh, wanting to truly feel Yoongi’s mouth on him. Yoongi stroked the outline of Jimin’s dick with his one hand as the other undid his jean’s button, then undid the zipper.

Jimin thought, surely, that Yoongi would release him from the confines of his underwear, but he was mistaken. Yoongi buried his face against Jimin’s crotch, breathing in and mouthing at it with an open mouth.

“You fucking tease,” Jimin said, his voice coming out as more of a moan than anything else. Yoongi hummed from where he knelt between him, clearly proud of himself. He tugged at Jimin’s jeans, shoving them down his thighs.

Jimin lifted his hips, allowing Yoongi to rid him of his jeans, adding them to the small pile of clothes beside Yoongi’s bed. Still, Yoongi mouthed at the fabric of Jimin’s underwear, mouth leaving a growing wet spot as he cupped Jimin with one hand, fondling him.

Jimin hissed, yanking lightly on Yoongi’s hair. With his head tilted upwards to meet Jimin’s eyes, Yoongi smirked up at him, his eyes mischievous and pupils blown. This was what Yoongi looked like when lust overtook him, when he wanted someone.

Jimin wanted to remember this look, at how different he looked here on his knees with wet, reddened lips and a heady look in his eyes.

“You didn’t think I’d be ready for you?” Yoongi asked, giving Jimin a squeeze before reaching into the front chest pocket of his pajamas and pulling out a condom. Jimin licked his lips, his heartbeat quickening at the sight as Yoongi ripped the packet open.

“I had my doubts,” Jimin said, his voice barely audible as he shoved his own underwear off, adding it to the pile on the ground. Once he was done, Yoongi put the condom on Jimin, stroking him twice before enveloping Jimin’s length with his mouth.

Jimin’s chin fell forward against his chest as the heat of Yoongi’s mouth encompassed him. Yoongi bobbed his head, slowly taking in all of him and stilling once the head of his cock hit the back of Yoongi’s throat. Jimin’s hand, still in Yoongi’s hair, held him down.

Yoongi, his hands on Jimin’s bare thighs, tapped lightly. Jimin let him go, allowing Yoongi to come up for air, gasping for breath, his mouth wet and dripping from his own saliva. He stroked Jimin as he caught his breath, wiping at his mouth as he looked up at Jimin.

“Do that again,” Yoongi said, his voice hoarse. He wrapped his mouth around Jimin’s dick again, sinking down. Jimin placed his hand on the back of Yoongi’s head once more, applying pressure as he slowly rolled his hips, his dick sliding down Yoongi’s throat.

Yoongi breathed harshly through his nose, the noises lewd and sloppy as Jimin dictated the pace as he fucked into Yoongi’s mouth. When Yoongi tapped his thighs again, Jimin relented. This time when Yoongi pulled back, he mouthed at Jimin’s length.

Jimin didn’t realize how good at head Yoongi would be, how hungry for it he was, how needy and absolutely keen on devouring him whole. Jimin wanted to show Yoongi that he, too, could suck Yoongi’s brain out through his dick. Lightheaded, Jimin pulled Yoongi up into a kiss.

“Do you have another condom?” Jimin asked as Yoongi’s grip on him loosened. Yoongi, his eyes wide, nodded his head, leaving Jimin alone on the bed as he went to grab more. He walked back over with a packet in his hand. It was then that Jimin realized he was still dressed.

“Take your clothes off for me,” Jimin said, his hand wrapping around his erection, stroking himself as he watched Yoongi unbutton his pajama top after tossing the condom onto the bed beside Jimin.

Jimin watched as each piece of clothing fell to the ground unceremoniously. Yoongi, bare before him, was a sight that Jimin thought he’d never see. Yoongi gave Jimin time to look over him before he walked forward, climbing back onto the bed and pushing Jimin onto his back.

“My turn?” Yoongi asked Jimin, both eyebrows raised. Jimin nodded his head as he watched Yoongi reach for the condom packet, ripping it open first with his teeth, then with his fingers. Jimin’s hands, which had rested on Yoongi’s thighs, moved to his dick.

Yoongi swatted Jimin’s hand away, denying him as he then stroked himself while his knees pressed against the sides of Jimin’s torso as he made his way up to Jimin’s chest, knees ending up in Jimin’s arm pits as he sat on his chest.

His dick was close to Jimin’s mouth, though his head laid back against the mattress as he waited for Yoongi to roll on the condom. Jimin opened his mouth, his tongue sticking out, his mouth watering at the thought of Yoongi’s cock sliding down his throat.

Jimin shuddered as Yoongi grasped Jimin’s hair with one hand and his own dick with the other, teasing Jimin by keeping the tip just out of reach of Jimin’s outstretched tongue.

“Do you want it?” Yoongi asked, his hold on Jimin’s hair keeping him from moving forward and taking Yoongi’s dick into his mouth.

“Yes,” Jimin said as they locked eyes. That was something new, too, with this Yoongi.

The Yoongi before him could keep eye contact when normally he couldn’t. Jimin found it intoxicating, the difference between the two sides of him. “I want to blow you.”

“Hmm,” Yoongi said, stalling even further. Jimin stuck his tongue out even farther for it, showing Yoongi how much he wanted it, needed it in his mouth. “I like it when you’re hungry for it.” He inched forward, just enough that Jimin could touch the tip with his tongue.

Jimin let out a frustrated whimper as his tongue stroked the head of Yoongi’s dick desperately. He’d be lying to himself if he thought it didn’t make him even harder, that working for it turned him on so much that he shook with want.

“Good,” Yoongi said, and Jimin let out a sigh of relief when he allowed the entire head of his cock to enter Jimin’s mouth. He sucked greedily, tongue swirling and lapping at it before Yoongi pulled back, leaving him wanting.

“Fuck,” Jimin said, worked up, mouth open wantonly. The corner of Yoongi’s mouth lifted ever so slightly, smug and one of the sexiest looks Jimin had ever seen.

“Tongue out,” Yoongi said, giving Jimin another full body shutter as he did just that, his tongue flat against his bottom lip, waiting to be fed.

Yoongi tapped his dick against Jimin’s tongue, teasing him by not giving him more. Jimin squirmed, his eyes closing as he waited.

As if that was the cue Yoongi had been waiting on he finally gave Jimin what he wanted. Yoongi’s dick was heavy in Jimin’s mouth, filling it. Yoongi controlled the pace, the depth, the angle.

Jimin was limp beneath him, in every way except his dick, which throbbed between his legs, forgotten and still hard.

“You’re doing so good,” Yoongi told him as he held still with his dick down Jimin’s throat, just like Jimin had done to him.

It seemed like both of them liked it rough, liked their mouths to be used.

Their chemistry was electrifying, their energies the same with a give and take Jimin rarely got from his partners.

Yoongi seemed pleased at the lack of gag reflex, taking advantage of it as Jimin’s hands laid out to his sides, palms side up. Yoongi seemed to know when Jimin need a moment, needed to ease up on him.

When Yoongi pulled back completely, letting his cock fall from Jimin’s mouth he couldn’t help but miss the feel of him in his mouth.

Yoongi looked down at him, hand moving from Jimin’s hair to his jaw, thumb brushing against his bottom lip, smearing the saliva that dripped down Jimin’s chin from his mouth being used so thoroughly.

“Have you had enough?” Yoongi asked conversationally. Jimin knew he wasn’t so unaffected, could see the sweat dripping from his hairline and how he breathed heavily.

“Of you? Never.”

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