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Yoongi is having the most wonderful dream. His pretty little boyfriend is grinding against him, begging oh so sweetly for Yoongi to fuck him. How can a man refuse such temptation?

Impossible.

His dream self grips Jimin’s waist, pulling that delectable ass back, slipping his rock hard cock between those cheeks, thrusting forward lazily.

A high pitched whine, coming from himself, startles him enough for Yoongi to realise that it's not a dream.

The gorgeous blond is, perhaps even in his sleep- Yoongi isn't completely sure-, grinding against the elder's erection. Surely the reason for the explicit dream.

Still half asleep and already desperate for that sweet release, he reaches around, not even bothering to open his eyes, to wrap his hand around his boyfriend's cute cock.

Except… his fingers find no erection, instead swiping through soft folds that leave his fingertips wet.

Frowning, Yoongi tries again. Like before, there's no dick. Just soft, warm lips, with a cute, little nub that has the person he is spoony whining softly.

His eyelids flutter open, confused, as his half asleep brain tries to process why Jimin’s cock isn't where it should be. They've done this enough times by now, years of dating leaving them so familiar with each other's bodies, that there's no way he was off target.

When he can't see anything, something soft and tickly blocking his vision, Yoongi's face scrunches up as he is practically smothered by long, blond hair.

Gently brushing it to the side, Yoongi’s vision clears, revealing the silhouette of a naked woman.

Even more baffled, he glances down, finally noticing that his hand is cupping a vagina, one finger having slipped inside already. Something his boyfriend definitely doesn't have.

Realising that he definitely wasn't touching his boyfriend’s dick- touching his boyfriend -, he screams, loudly , pushing the stranger away.

“What the fuck !”

(Un)fortunately, in his panic, he shoves too hard and the stranger lands on the floor with a thud.

“ Ouch ! What the fuck, hyung?”

A flash of blonde appears as the woman drags herself up, glaring at him viciously. If Yoongi wasn't in such a panicked state, we would laugh at how unthreatening she appeared.

Absent-mindedly, Yoongi notices just how pretty she is. Her blonde hair is long and thick, framing her small face perfectly, messy like she's spent the night having fun in bed. She has plump lips that remind him of Jimin’s  - blowjob lips as Jimin likes to proudly refer to them as.

His eyes involuntarily drop down, mouth falling open as he takes in the fact that she's not wearing any clothes! Her breasts, just the perfect size to fill his large hands, grab his attention until he snaps himself out of it.

His eyes flicker back up to her face. Looking any further down makes him feel like he's cheating on Jimin.

First of all, why the fuck is there a naked woman in his bed? And most importantly, where the hell is his boyfriend? He had definitely fallen asleep last night cuddled up to Jimin, worn out from their three rounds of incredible sex.

“Hyunggggg,” she whines, stomping her foot. “Why did you do that? I was having the best dream.”

There's a long silence before Yoongi screeches, “Who the fuck are you and why are you in my bed?”

She pauses, frowning at him. “Hyung, you're not funny. You know I hate being teased, especially so early in the morning.”

The pout on her face is the exact same expression he sees on Jimin every day. He can't look away from those dark, beautiful eyes staring into his soul. He frowns at the fact she called him hyung and not oppa as he would have expected.

His boyfriend's eyes…

“J-Jimin?” Yoongi stutters, pinching himself to make sure he isn't dreaming.

Her eyes widen as she takes a step forward, “Of course it's me, hyung. Are you feeling okay?”

Without a word, Yoongi takes hold of her - his? Yoongi isn't sure how to refer to Jimin right now- and pulls, ignoring her protests. He doesn't stop until they're standing in front of his wardrobe.

“Look in the mirror,” he commands.

“What for, hyung? I'm too tir- what the fuck is going on? Is that me ?”

Jimin raises her hand, pointing at the reflection of herself. The woman staring back looks like it could be Jimin's twin sister. 

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Jimin raises his- her? Yoongi's brain hurts- hand, watching the person in the mirror do the same. His fingers land on his lips, watching his reflection mimic him.

With a gasp, he turns to Yoongi. “Hyung, I'm a girl ? How did this happen?” 

He looks back at his image in the mirror, a smile on his face. “Look at me! I always knew I'd be so cute as a girl! My hair is so long and pretty.” He twirls around so he can get a better view of his new body, pausing when his gaze lands in his ample bust. “ Damn , look at my body! It's just perfect, don't you think, hyung? My amazing butt carried over to this form apparently.”

Yoongi, still confused at what's going on, meets Jimin’s eyes through the mirror. “Uh.. yes ?” He doesn't intend for it to come out like a squeak.

Jimin doesn’t miss how his cheeks turn pink, and a grin creeps onto the younger’s face. ‘Oh no’ , Yoongi thinks to himself. That grin always means trouble. Usually the good kind of trouble (for him), sometimes the kind that means they find themselves almost arrested for indecent exposure.

Spinning around so he's facing Yoongi, Jimin takes a step forward. Standing close enough that Yoongi can feel his breath on his face, Jimin trails his hand up and down the elder's chest. “You think I'm hot like this?”

Yoongi swallows, resisting the urge to clamp that delicate wrist between his fingers. “Y-yeah, I guess so.”

A wide smile breaks out across Jimin’s face, revealing his crooked tooth. For some reason, that makes Yoongi's entire body relax, like it's the last confirmation he needed that this person really is his beautiful boyfriend.

“So… I'm just your type, no matter my gender? You really do love me, hyung.”

Even in this female form, his giggle is the same. It's confusing and overwhelming, yet intriguing. 

It's his boyfriend, yet.. not . Is it cheating if he finds this Jimin attractive? Yoongi isn't sure.

From the way the blond is joking with him, he guesses not but it still feels weird. A sudden thought occurs to him.

“Jimin, what the fuck, why are you a woman all of a sudden?”

Jimin shrugs, like he doesn't have a care in the world. Like suddenly waking up in a female body isn't something he should be concerned about. It reminds him of why he loves the younger man. He's so carefree and whimsical, the complete opposite of Yoongi.

“Dunno, but I'm not complaining. It feels good. You don't try to make sense of these things, hyung. You just go with the flow.”

Yoongi snorts. “Yah, Jimin-ah, that's for when you're talking about things like booking a flight to the wrong city. Not waking up as the opposite gender.”

Jimin just shrugs, completely unphased, forcing an incredulous laugh from the elder. Only his boyfriend would have a non-reaction like this.

Referring to Jimin as his boyfriend reminds Yoongi of his internal dilemma. “Um, baby, since you're… you know…” Yoongi gestures vaguely at his no longer flat chest- “how do you want me to call you?”

The blonde’s head tilts to the side in obvious confusion, nose scrunched cutely, until understanding smooths his features out. “Huh, I didn't really think of it. How about… she? It feels nice, different . Maybe you can call me your girlfriend until we figure out how to change me back?”

Yoongi immediately nods, finally feeling relieved that he knows what his girlfriend- that will take some getting used to- prefers. He's snapped from his thoughts by Jimin's shriek, arms flailing around, “What if I'm stuck like this forever, hyung? If I never get my dick back, you love it so much, hyung! Would you still want me then?”

Yoongi pulls her into a hug, pressing his lips to the tip of her cute button nose. “Of course I would. I love you, Jimin-ah. Not your body.”

Jimin grins at him, eyes disappearing into half moons. It's only when Jimin throws herself at him, Yoongi stumbling back to stop them from tumbling over thanks to the unexpected weight, that Yoongi realises she is still naked. He can feel her tits pressed against his chest.

Swallowing, Yoongi gently untangles her from his body. “Um, Jimin-ah, maybe you should get dressed?”

Jimin looks down at herself, blinking in surprise as if she just remembered that she was naked. “Huh.”

She shakes her body a little, perky, breasts bouncing, the sweetest, melodic giggles escaping. “Wait, why is this so much fun? Better than when I do it with my cock.”

Her tiny hands come up to cup her chest, not big enough to cover them completely. Yoongi forces himself to look away, hands moving to his crotch to hide his growing hard on.

It seems his movement drags Jimin’s attention to him. She glances down briefly before a smirk appears on her face. Yoongi swallows as she takes a step closer towards him.

“Do you want to fuck me?”

Yoongi actually trips over his own feet as Jimin's question, a gasp escaping. “W-what?” he stumbles, mouth suddenly dryer than a desert.

Jimin grins, moving close enough that Yoongi could feel her breath on his face and her bust against his chest. “It all makes sense now! We've been dating since we were in high school, right?”

Yoongi frowns, confused as to where this is going. “Yeah?”

“You're bisexual.”

“... is that a problem?”

Jimin tilts her head back, exasperated sigh escaping her plump lips. “ Of course it isn't, you idiot. What I'm trying to say is that you're bisexual, but you've only ever had sex with me, a man. Well, previously, and hopefully soon, a man.”

A furrow appears between Yoongi's eyebrows. “Yes, but I don't care about that. You're the only one I want, I don't feel like I'm missing out.”

Jimin rolls her eyes, muttering under her breath, hands on her hips. “I sure picked a dumb one. Luckily for you, you're so pretty I can overlook it.”

Before Yoongi can open his mouth with a snarky retort, a hand cups his cock. He gasps, hips automatically thrusting against the touch, eyes fluttering closed. “W-wha-? I don- huh.”

He can't even get a sentence out, the touch so distracting. Jimin giggles, leaning up to whisper in his ear. “ Well , now you can finally experience what it's like to fuck a pussy. My pussy. Don't you want to try it?”

Yoongi's eyes fly open. “Fuck. You- you would want that?”

Jimin shrugs, looking amused at how quickly Yoongi is falling apart. “Why not? It will be fun to see how sex as a woman compares to when I'm a man. I hear women's orgasms are a lot more intense.”

When Yoongi hesitates still, she bites her lip, “Please, hyung.”

“O-okay,” he finally stutters. “Only if you want to?” At her assured nod, Yoongi swallows, before letting go of all his reservations. 

“Touch me,” he commands, holding back a smirk at the way her body shivers as he obeys.

When Jimin slides her hand inside his briefs, wrapping her chubby fingers around his cock, jerking it the way Yoongi likes, he throws his head back in pleasure. “Tighter. Just like that,” he praises her, thrusting into her fist as he bites back a groan.

Fuck . He can't believe that this is actually happening. He'd accepted long ago the fact that he would never experience sex with a woman, not that it was a hardship. He loved Jimin too much to even consider it, knowing that the younger one was the one for him, even when they were just inexperienced teens too shy to ask the other out. Luckily, their friends intervened before they wasted too much time.

When Jimin runs her thumb over the head of his cock, Yoongi snaps. He fists his hand in her hair, tugging the way he knows that she loves, crashing their lips together. He slides his tongue across her full bottom lip, silently asking for access. When she gasps, he slips his tongue inside, kissing her like there's no tomorrow. It's only when his lungs are screaming from lack of oxygen that he breaks away, sucking in lungfuls of fresh air as he pulls her hand out of his boxers.

“Get on the bed, baby.”

Jimin obeys immediately, scrambling towards the bed and lying down, ass up. Yoongi can't help himself from giving one of her cheeks a gentle tap, startling a moan from Jimin.

“Turn over,” he tells her, voice husky with want. When she does, revealing those perfect tits and pretty little pussy, he stops to admire the view.

God, he was already blessed to have Jimin in his male form, so he thinks he must be a chosen one to get to experience him like this too.

His eyes rake her in like a starving man eating his first meal in a month. It's only when she starts fidgeting, thighs rubbing together, that he decides he's made her suffer long enough.

“Spread your legs for me, baby.”

Jimin whines, doing as she's told, revealing her glistening cunt. Yoongi swallows, throat bobbing, as he takes the view in.

Without conscious thought, he leans down, fingers gripping Jimin's powerful thighs, forcing them wider, before promptly burying his face in her pussy.

They both moan as his tongue swipes at her entrance, getting a taste of her for the first time. Jimin's entire body jerks, her hands coming up to rest on his head.

He looks up, locking eyes with her, “Hands off.”

She whines, but eventually complies, moving so she's gripping the sheets. “Good girl.” He rewards her by pushing one finger inside her pussy.

Jimin whimpers.

It doesn't take Yoongi long to set up a rhythm that has Jimin moaning loudly, two fingers scissoring inside to stretch her for his cock. He thought it might be awkward, like being a virgin all over again, but there's something about hearing her fall apart for him that makes him feel confident in his touches.

Wanting to make her orgasm at least once before fucking her, his tongue darts out, swirling around her clit before suckling it, groaning loudly as he's surrounded by that addicting scent. The reaction is instantaneous, her hands gripping his hair as he eats her out. He pauses his movements, glancing up at her with a disappointed expression, “If you touch me again, you won't be coming today. Last warning.”

She pouts at him before withdrawing her hands, instead resting them against her chest and playing with her nipples, drawing a hiss from her.

Yoongi goes back to drawing circles on her clit. “Taste so good,” he whispers, feeling her squeeze his fingers at the praise. He holds back a chuckle. Male or female, Jimin's praise kink lives on.

He can tell when she's close, her hips are rocking gently and she's babbling, “S-so good, hyung. Please,” she begs. “I need to come.”

Using his arm, he pins her to the bed, tongue circling her clit until he feels her gushing around his fingers, almost breaking them as she clenches.

“Ngh! Coming, hyung, fuck ,” she exclaims, fingers clawing at the sheets as Yoongi works her through her release.

He doesn't stop until her entire body is boneless, panting loudly as she recovers from the strong orgasm.

“So, how was it?”

Yoongi shuffles so he's covering her with his body, kissing her softly as her body jerks with aftershocks.

“S-so good, hyung. It feels so much more intense like this.”

The elder smiles softly, kissing her gently as she draws circles up and down his back. Soon enough, her touch turns teasing, shifting so Yoongi’s cock is sliding against her lips. “Your turn.”

Yoongi bites his lips as he thrusts forwards, soaking his cock with her juices. “You sure?”

Jimin rolls her eyes at him, “Fuck me.”

At Yoongi's raised eyebrows, Jimin sheepishly adds, “Please.”

With a soft smile, Yoongi lines his cock up with her hole, pushing in slowly. A hiss escapes him at the feeling of being surrounded by her wet heat.

“Fuck! Oh, fuck,” he groans, burying his face in her neck as he tries to get his breathing under control.

Jimin starts whining, overwhelmed at how full she is, “Hyung, you can move.”

Yoongi lets out a strained chuckle, “Gonna come if I move. It feels like our first time all over again. Want to last longer this time.”

His dark eyes meet pretty, brown, startled ones, before Jimin erupts into giggles beneath him, body shaking with laughter, forcing him deeper inside.

He grits his teeth. “Not helping, Jimin-ah.”

“Sorry, sorry.”

He knows she's definitely not feeling apologetic in the slightest, but he doesn't scold her, instead putting all his effort into not busting his nut before he's even moved .

It takes him far too long before he feels like he's finally dragged himself back from the edge. He pulls out, torturously slow, before sliding back in, head falling forward at how good it feels.

“So tight, so warm,” he breathes into Jimin’s skin, nuzzling her. “Want to stay here forever.”

Her arms wrap around his waist, holding him tight to her as he fucks into her slowly. Deeply. Both of them groaning with pleasure.

When he feels that tightening in his gut, he draws out and slams back in, hands resting on her shoulder for purchase.

Jimin’s legs kick out underneath him, her hands gripping his ass as he breaks her apart. “H-hyung, I'm so close,” she whimpers at a particular harsh thrust. “Gonna make me come again.”

“ Fuck , want to feel you cum all over my cock.”

His hand reaches between them, rubbing at her clit. She throws her head back, eyes screwing shut as her walls pulse around him as she comes, almost dragging him over the edge too.

He groans, low in his throat, as she clamps around him, squeezing him like a vice.

He fucks her through her orgasm, not stopping until she whines from oversensitivity. Yoongi's mouth crashes onto Jimin's. They attempt to kiss, but it's more panting into each other's mouths.

When his girlfriend finally stops shaking, she presses a kiss to Yoongi's jaw. “Don't stop, hyung.”

Yoongi pauses at that, knowing that Jimin is sometimes too sensitive after an orgasm and prefers sucking Yoongi off. “You sure, baby?”

Jimin nods, “Use me. Fuck me till you come inside me.”

A growl escapes Yoongi as he flips Jimin onto her hands and knees, grabbing his hips and sliding back into her cunt. He snaps his hips forward, eyes closed as he places his hand on the small of her neck until her face is resting on the pillow, pinning her down. With his free hand, he slides it underneath, circling her clit. She moans, jerking at the touch. 

Her hand comes to rest on his arm, nails digging in and drawing a hiss from him. He allows it this time, knowing how needy Jimin can be after multiple orgasms.

He leans down to place a kiss on the moon tattoos he loves, ones that apparently also remain the same in Jimin’s female form.

With his own knees, Yoongi forces Jimin’s legs wider, smirking at her wail on his next thrust in. It takes him by surprise when she comes suddenly, tightening around his cock.

She glances behind, eyelashes wet from unshed tears. “Oppa.”

Yoongi's eyes widen in surprise at the honorific before rolling back into his head as his release rips through his body. A low groan escapes him, Jimin's walls milking him for all he has.

He keeps fucking shallowly, prolonging both of their orgasms. When he's finally finished, he practically collapses on top of Jimin, nearly missing her grumbled complaint, “Yah! You're squishing me.”

It takes all of his energy to pull his softening cock out, both of them hissing at the stimulation. He shuffles back onto his knees, unable to take his eyes away from the sight of his cum leaking out of her swollen pussy. He bites his lip, instinctively reaching out and pushing it back in with his fingers. If he wasn't so fucked out, he's sure he would be hard as a rock now. His spent cock gives a little twitch in appreciation.

“Fuck, so pretty.”

Jimin jolts, flipping herself over in alarm, staring at Yoongi's fingers. “Oh, my god, can I get pregnant ?”

Yoongi almost chokes on his saliva as he pictures it. He's never really thought about kids before, but now, he almost can picture it.

If Jimin stays like this for longer, they really need to have a talk about what Jimin wants, it is her body after all.

A giggle has him glancing up, eyebrows raised in question. “You like that? You want to have my babies?”

Yoongi snorts, “Technically, it would be you having mine. I never really thought about it, but with you, it doesn't sound so terrible.

He's expecting teasing from Jimin, but receives a considerate glance instead. Feeling… seen, Yoongi flops on the bed next to Jimin, his front flush with her back as he hooks his chin over her shoulder.

“Sleep,” he murmurs, eyes already drifting closed. He knows he should clean them up first, but now he's laying down, it's like all of his energy has disappeared. Almost like it went right into her pussy.

He misses Jimin’s reply, already fallen into sweet dreams of Jimin’s. One riding his cock, the other riding his face.

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“Hyung.”

Yoongi grumbles sleepily, ignoring the pretty voice trying to disturb him.

“Hyung, wake up.”

Yoongi snuggles into his blanket, pulling it so it covers his face.

“ Aish, this hyung. Min Yoongi!”

Yoongi’s eyes fly open in outrage when the quilt is suddenly thrown off him, leaving his naked body exposed to the cool evening air.

He glares at the offender, trying to wrestle the covers back, eventually giving up when he gets nowhere.

He flops back onto the bed, arm coming to rest on his face, covering his eyes. Not before he gets a glimpse of his pretty, little boyfriend grinni- wait.

His boyfriend ?

He cracks one eye open. If Min Yoongi hadn't spent his entire life finessing the art of appearing nonplussed, he would have definitely let out a high pitched, gleeful scream as his eyes land on the naked chest in front of him.

A flat chest. Missing those perfect breasts that captured his (and his cock's) interest less than twelve hours ago.

“Jimin-ah, you're back!”

The blond grins, his - Yoongi can finally use his again!- eyes disappearing into half moons, flashing his perfect teeth at him. “Yeah, I just woke up and it didn't take me long to realise.”

He gestures towards his crotch, and when Yoongi glances down, he snorts. Jimin is hard and leaking. His usual state when he wakes up - something he often blames the elder for. Apparently Yoongi's dream self likes to tease Jimin, working the blond up, yet never giving him that sweet release. The reason why Yoongi wakes up most mornings to a desperate, needy Jimin either rubbing against Yoongi or sucking his cock. (Not that Yoongi would ever complain.)

“But how ?”

The blond just shrugs, “Not sure. These things just sometimes happen. Don't question it too much.”

Yoongi is convinced that these things definitely do not just happen and he should be a lot more freaked out than he actually is. Yet, he can't find it in himself to care.

His cutie, sexy, lovely boyfriend is back and that's all that matters.

Yoongi smirks, “M'kay. We have more important things to worry about, anyway.”

Jimin's head tilts to the side in confusion, “What do you-”

He doesn't finish his sentence, a loud moan escaping as Yoongi fists his cock, running his thumb across the glistening head.

Jimin pants, hands coming to rest on Yoongi's shoulders. “Hyung, please!” A teasing glint in the blonde's eyes has Yoongi pausing slightly, wary of what will come next from that perfect mouth. “Or should I call you oppa? You liked that, right? Don't think I've seen you come that hard before. Should I be worried you're going to leave me for some other woman?”

A blush darkens Yoongi's cheeks as his boyfriend taunts him. Flipping him onto his front and spreading him wide to reveal his hole, Yoongi decides it's time to make him regret teasing him.