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Most people don’t understand the rush of being submissive; giving your everything to someone else scares them, and it all reaches a new level of crazy when it involves being insulted and hit.
Most people don’t understand Park Jimin’s taste, but Min Yoongi does.
Well, not exactly.
He could never understand what it’s like to give up his body to someone else, or the rush of being spanked and called a ‘bad boy’ until he can only cry into pillow, tied up and trying to beg for the other to stop but no words coming out. He could never understand that, but he could understand the rush that came with having someone on their knees, begging him for some kind of release, any at all. He was more than willing to help Jimin with his choice of kinks.
It was difficult to find time to do it all however. The process takes time, and being surrounded by five other young boys constantly didn’t help their case. Sometimes they would stay behind in the dorm when everyone else went out to dinner, or even sneak out to the bathroom during practice for a quickie, it all depended in the situation.
The best opportunity they have is during tours, when they go to a different country and they get a hotel room to themselves. The only problem they faced was the lack of provisions they could take with them since they didn’t want to raise suspicion; a long two sided dildo would usually raise suspicions amongst the staff, and would be extremely difficult to explain.
Still, they did what they could with what they had, which was more than enough.
They managed to get themselves in the same room this time while they stayed in Japan for promotions. The rest of the members looked at them weirdly since they had never roomed together before, but they determined that sleeping in the same room in the first place would be a lot easier than having to sneak around each other’s room while their respective roommates were gone.
They were sitting in their bed, cuddling while watching some TV show that was both incredibly entertaining and incredibly bad. Jimin sat in-between Yoongi’s legs, laying back on his chest while eating popcorn and casually laughing whenever one of the contestants on the show fell down on their face. Yoongi pretended to watch the show, but instead looked down at Jimin, appreciating his features form above, patiently waiting for him to turn around and straddle his hips like he usually did.
When the show went on commercial break Jimin looked up at Yoongi with a smile on his face.
“Hello.” Jimin smiled up to the other.
“Hello.” Yoongi responded.
“Hyung, I’m thirsty.” Jimin kicked his legs in a childish manner.
“Go get water then. Also, why do you only call me that when we’re alone? You should be calling me that in public so people know I’m older.” Yoongi placed his hand on Jimin’s hair and ruffled it.
“Oh,” Jimin got off Yoongi, turned around and faced Yoongi, “would you rather me call you something else in private then?” He bit his lip and winked at Yoongi.
Yoongi chuckled and reached out to Jimin’s arm and pulled him towards him. He reached for his jaw and kissed Jimin on the lips, biting his bottom lip lightly. Jimin positioned himself to straddle Yoongi comfortably.
“You wanna play this game?” He kissed down Jimin’s jaw and neck and made sure leave a mark on his chest, where no one would see.
“Y-yeah…” Jimin shivered upon feeling Yoongi’s lips on him.
“Do you think you’ll win this time?” Yoongi asked while moving his hand under Jimin’s shirt and teasing his nipples.
“No, you always win…”
“Then why do you keep playing around?” Yoongi slowly removed Jimin’s shirt, completely taking over the situation without hesitation.
“I like it, I like losing, I like when you…” Jimin looked away from Yoongi in embarrassment, “When you punish me for it.”
“You like it?” Yoongi can see how Jimin is crumbling under him, slowly letting him take control of everything. “Do you like it better when I strip you and spank your bare ass or when I tie you up and tease you until you beg for me to let you come?”
Jimin’s blush gets darker and he looked away nervously. He whispered his answer under his breath.
“Speak louder.” Yoongi demanded, running his hand along Jimin’s muscled body and hooking his finger around the hooks on his pants. He was always amazed how a person with washboard abs and thick thighs could possibly be so shy and submissive.
“I like it better when you spank me…sir.”
Yoongi smirked at that and starts unbuttoning Jimin’s pants.
“Then that’s what you’ll get.” He whispered looking into Jimin’s eyes while pushing down his pants and underwear, revealing Jimin’s half-hard dick.
Jimin looked away and wiggled his way out of his pants. He covered himself up in embarrassment. Yoongi looked at him with a smirk on his face and sat upright with his back on the bed’s frame.
He patted his lap, “Come on.”
Jimin shyly laid himself in front of Yoongi, leaving his butt just before Yoongi’s lap in order to make it easier for him to slap him. He grabbed on to the sheets, waiting for the first hand to go down painfully.
Yoongi ran his hand from Jimin’s neck down his spine to his ass, where he feels the smooth skin before bringing his hand down forcefully. Jimin jumped at the sudden contact.
Without thinking about it too much, Yoongi brought his hand down again and again until the skin started to redden and Jimin’s toes started to curl.
“How many is that?” Yoongi grabbed a handful of Jimin’s hair and pulled back, earning him a squeak and a painful hiss.
“25, sir.” Jimin responded with his eyes clothes, only concentrating on the pain and pleasure surging through his body.
“You’ve been counting you filthy little slut?” Yoongi let go of Jimin’s hair and brings his hand down on his ass once again. “Your ass is bright red,” he spanked him again, “you’re nearly sobbing from the pain,” another spank, “and you’re already this hard?” Yoongi brought his hand down to Jimin’s now leaking cock and gave it a couple of tugs. Jimin moaned under his touch, unable to respond to his questions.
“You disgust me.” Yoongi whispered in Jimin’s ear while pulling on his hair again. The pain intense enough now for a couple of tears to slip down Jimin’s cheeks.
“Look at you. So pitiful, and gross. Who would ever want to touch you?” He let go of Jimin’s hair again and this time pushes Jimin off of his lap.
Jimin immediately went on his knees and reached out for Yoongi.
“I’m sorry sir. Please take care of me, please touch me, I’m sorry.” Jimin avoided looking directly into Yoongi’s eyes.
“Why would I ever touch a filthy whore?” Yoongi moves from his position and grabs onto Jimin’s throat. “Why would I ever touch someone like you? I bet you let any pretty boy touch you.” He forced his fingers further onto Jimin’s throat and blocked his blood flow for a few seconds. “How many boys have touched you Jimin?” Yoongi pushed the other down onto the bed, fitting himself in between the other’s legs and reaching down with his other hand to Jimin’s mouth.
He let go of his throat and let Jimin take in some air. Tears continued falling down his cheeks, but no safeword was uttered nor safe action done, so Yoongi continued his act. He forced his fingers into Jimin’s mouth and then slowly and painfully fit them onto his ass.
Jimin squirmed under Yoongi’s sudden intrusion and bit down on his lower lip, feeling as the pain spiked from his ass to the rest of his body.
“You haven’t answered my question Jimin. How many people have you taken up your slutty little ass, I bet you let all the other members take you just like this too. Even Jungkook.” He moved his fingers around and slowly stretched Jimin out, controlling exactly how much pain to cause perfectly.
“None, sir.” Jimin responds inbetween sobs.
“I don’t believe you.” Yoongi forced his fingers deeper into Jimin and once again clenched his finger’s around his neck. When Jimin starts struggling he let’s go.
“I-I-I’m gonna c-c-c-come Yooongi.” Jimin grabbed onto Yoongi’s arm and dug his nails in the flesh when he felt a third painful finger inside of him.
“Excuse me?” Yoongi let his hand free from Jimin’s grasp and pressed further into his ass, stretching him more. “No you’re not.” He lowered his hand onto Jimin’s leaking cock and held the base with force, “You’re not coming until I tell you you can, understood?”
Jimin nodded in tears.
“Jeez, you’re such a useless piece of shit. Turn around on your hands and knees. Try not to fuck this up too.” He let Jimin go and observed him as he slowly moved to the position Yoongi told him. Yoongi sees his ass is still bright red and he can only think of how much it must actually hurt. No matter that he slapped it again, to which Jimin nearly screams and a few tears drop out of his eyes.
“You’re about to come and I’ve barely touched you.” Yoongi smirks to himself even though Jimin can’t tell. He put his fingers back into Jimin’s ass, this time with lube he brought himself and had saved on the side table. "Give me a good reason to fuck your filthy hole. I’m sure you’ve had all kinds of people in there. In fact, I’m thinking the only way you even got into the company in the first place was because you let the staff share you and fuck your tight hole one after the other until you couldn’t take it anymore.”
Jimin started sobbing, and used the sheet to clean his own tears.
“Please fuck me sir, please.” He wiggled his ass.
Yoongi looked at him for a second and took off his pants immediately after. Seeing Jimin so submissive, taking all of Yoongi’s insults and sobbing turned him on so much he found that he had become hard in his tight pants, and the release felt heaven like.
“Do you want me to fuck you bare?” Yoongi asked while dragging his nails down Jimin’s back.
“Y-Yes, please.”
“You really,” Yoongi aligned himself with Jimin’s ass, “seriously,” he pushed in slowly, letting the head in first and then moving down slowly until he could lean forwards and whisper into Jimin’s ear, “disgust me.”
Jimin moaned loudly and grabbed onto Yoongi’s hand as he pounded into his ass. The rhythm was set fast and deep from the beginning and it doesn’t take long for Jimin to be a complete mess as he tried to stop himself from coming but not being able to help it.
In between sobs and moans Jimin comes all over the sheets, curling his toes, and clenching around Yoongi’s dick.
“Fuck.” Yoongi continued to thrust into Jimin until he passed his orgasm completely. Then he pulled out, turned him around, and pulled him by his hair to his dick.
“Fuck, open your mouth Jimin.” Jimin does as he is told, sticking out his tongue, and closes his eyes, Yoongi only takes a couple of pumps with his hand to come all over his face, spreading streams of cum on his cheeks and tongue.
Yoongi groans and lets go of Jimin, falling down to the bed exhausted.
“Give me a sec babe.” He took in a couple of deep breaths, and felt the brief feeling of release surge through his body. Jimin crawled up to him in those seconds.
Yoongi got off the bed and quickly went to the bathroom to get a damp towel and went back to Jimin to clean him up.
As he cleaned the cum of his face Jimin smiled lightly.
“You okay? Do you want water?” Yoongi whispered. Jimin only nodded.
Yoongi got off from the bed again and grabbed one of the hotel’s glasses that had come with the room service. He poured cold water into it, climbed back onto the bed, and handed it to Jimin, who sat up. He watched him as he drank the water slowly and put the glass back when he was done.
Yoongi sat next to Jimin and threw an arm around him. He looked at him, who was paying attention to the TV once again, and put his hair back in place.
“You know I love you, right?” This part was always difficult for Yoongi. He didn’t want Jimin to feel bad, wanted to take care of him and all the good stuff, but he wasn’t very good at expressing his feelings.
Jimin looked at Yoongi and smiled, rubbing his swollen eyes, “I know, hyung.” He grabs one of Yoongi’s hands and presses it against his face. “I love you too.”
Yoongi smiled, happy to be where he is.