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“Are you going to behave?”
Yoongi can see Jimin shiver, nodding and mewling quietly as he clenches around the plug in his ass. It’s a view Yoongi will never get used to, never grow tired of. Jimin, ass in the air, knees spread, hands tied at the small of his back, thick lips parted around the ball gag in his mouth, face pressed against the mattress, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes, greedy hole stretched open by a plug. It does something to Yoongi, draws out something primal and vicious. It makes him want to throw aside any sort of gentlemanly care he might have and fuck Jimin, fast and brutal.
He doesn’t give in to that temptation, though, just lets a hand slap harshly against Jimin’s ass cheek, resonating with a loud smack. Jimin whines, even though Yoongi has told him not to on many occasions. Yoongi rubs the stinging spot roughly, digging the pads of his fingers into the supple flesh, appreciating the give of his plump backside.
“Alright then, let's get you up and dressed. You don't want to make us late, do you?” Jimin quickly shakes his head, blinking away the tears in his eyes. “Good boy,” Yoongi says quietly as he moves to untie Jimin’s hands. He rubs the feeling back into his fingers and then pulls Jimin into a kneeling position, reaching up to smooth his unruly hair. Jimin blinks those wet, pouty eyes at him, his teeth still digging into the rubber in his mouth. “Do you want me to take this off?” Yoongi asks. Jimin nods, blinking at him slowly as he flexes his small fingers in front of him. He undoes the buckle at the back of Jimin’s head and eases the ball out of his mouth, a string of saliva connecting it to Jimin’s lips until he pulls it far enough away. Jimin reaches up to wipe at his mouth, rubbing his spit off onto the back of his hand until Yoongi stops him with a hand around his wrist. “Don't do that, baby. Your lips are all red and you'll just make it worse,” Yoongi chastises, leaning in to peck Jimin softly on the lips.
Yoongi gets up, shaking out his legs and pulling on his clothes. Once he's dressed, he’s practically ready, not looking anywhere near as fucked out as Jimin who still kneels on the bed, watching Yoongi pick things up, his cock hard and dripping between his legs. He doesn't move until he’s told, Yoongi pushing a pile of clothes into Jimin’s hands. “Here, put these on,” Yoongi says and Jimin moves dutifully to fulfill his request.
They're Yoongi’s clothes: a pair of ripped jeans that Jimin’s thighs are practically bursting out of and a navy blue sweater that’s far too big for Jimin, the sleeves swallowing up his hands when he places them by his sides. “Hyung,” Jimin mumbles, the first word he’s uttered since Yoongi woke him up and fucked him senseless. Yoongi responds with a hum as he tosses Jimin’s shoes towards him, bending to tie on his own. “We’re going to practice the new choreo.” When Jimin fails to elaborate, Yoongi looks up with an exasperated expression and a raised eyebrow as if to say so? “I’m going to get really hot wearing this…” Jimin trails off when he looks at Yoongi’s face, catching his narrowed eyes. He quickly backtracks, nervously fiddling with the sleeves of his sweater. “N-Nevermind. I’m sure it’ll be fine. Thank you, hyung,” he blurts, nearly tripping over his words in his haste to correct himself.
Yoongi grunts as he straightens. “Yeah. You’re welcome, you ungrateful slut.” Yoongi sees Jimin’s face go bright red but doesn’t comment on it, instead just walks out the door, leaving Jimin to hurry in putting on his shoes and desperately run after him so Yoongi won’t leave without him.
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It’s so obvious. At least to Jungkook it is. Namjoon is smart too. Jungkook can see the way his eyes narrow when Jimin walks in the door to the practice room, Yoongi not far behind him. But everyone else is a little slow on the uptake.
Jimin just has this ar about him. He won’t look Jungkook in the eye, even when he’s talking directly to him; he keeps adjusting his posture, shifting his weight and such; his eyes continuously dart towards Yoongi, though he doesn’t even seem to realize it; and there’s a flush to his cheeks that’s unnatural for so early in the morning.
After they run through the choreo a couple times without Jimin making any mistakes, Jungkook begins to wonder if he’s imagining things. But when they stop to drink some water and Hoseok-hyung walks by Jimin and pats him on the ass, Jungkook knows he was right in the first place.
Jimin’s eyes go wide as he squeaks, spilling some water from his cup as he’s startled. Five sets of eyes fall on him, everyone but Yoongi, but he hurriedly waves a hand. “I’m okay,” he says quickly.
It’s Namjoon who raises an eyebrow and says, “You sure?” but there’s a smirk on his face that seems to clue in the slower members (read: Hoseok and Taehyung) so they’re all grinning at Jimin almost cruelly.
Jimin doesn’t look up at any of them, only glances at Yoongi, who still has his back to him, from under his eyelashes. “Yes, hyung, I’m sure,” he says dutifully.
They go back to their practice, but this time, they’re much more relentless. Jungkook takes note of his hyungs all teasing Jimin, bumping into him or brushing up against him whenever they could to make him stumble and blush and become very flustered. Finally, it’s too much and in the middle of their dance, Jungkook hears a smack against the polished floor and he turns to see Jimin on his hands and knees, sweating much more than anyone else in the room.
Hobi barely has the chance to kneel and ask Jimin if he’s okay before the boy is up and stumbling towards the door. “I-I… Please, excuse me for a moment. I’m sorry…” he says, clearly in a daze as he hurries out of the practice room.
They decide to take a break until Jimin comes back. Jungkook watches as Jin-hyung and Namjoon-hyung trap Yoongi-hyung in conversation, probably probing him with questions about what’s up with Jimin. Jungkook sees Yoongi-hyung shrug noncommittally, a smile twitching at the edges of his lips.
Jungkook slips out of the room quickly and follows the sound of harsh breath to find Jimin leaning against the wall around the corner.
“Jiminie-hyung?” Jungkook calls.
Jimin raises his head quickly, panic in his eyes at hearing Jungkook’s voice. “J-Jungkook…”
Jungkook smiles widely, moving to place a hand on the wall beside Jimin’s head. He doesn’t miss the way Jimin’s eyes trail down his arm, tracing over the flex of muscle, or the way his tongue darts out of his mouth to lick at his lips. Jungkook leans in and Jimin molds himself to the wall behind him, turning his face away slightly as Jungkook’s nose nearly touched his.
“Don’t hide from me Jiminie,” Jungkook whispers, dropping the ‘hyung’ and speaking informally. Jimin opens his mouth and for a moment, Jungkook thinks he almost has half a mind to scold him but he ends up not saying anything, just glances at Jungkook from under his eyelashes. Jungkook reaches up with his free hand, brushing the back of his knuckles against Jimin’s cheek. “You wanna tell me what’s wrong?” he murmurs as Jimin flinches away from his touch.
Really, Jimin’s behavior is all Jungkook needs to be clued in. Normally, if Jungkook backed Jimin up against a wall and crowded into his space like this, he’d look him in the eyes, lean into his touch and basically just do whatever Jungkook wanted.
But he’s not even looking at Jungkook, eyes pinched shut tightly, clearly very nervous. It’s obvious that Yoongi had given him very specific instructions that morning and Jungkook is nothing if not someone who likes to get under people’s skin, especially Yoongi-hyung.
Besides, teasing Jimin is just too much fun.
When Jimin doesn’t respond, Jungkook takes a firmer grip on his jaw and tilts his head up. “Hm?” he prompts, fingers tightening until Jimin opens his eyes and looks at him.
“Jungkookie,” he whispers, already adopting a pleading tone.
Jungkook tilts his head and narrows his eyes. “You’re being really naughty today, aren’t you?” Jimin shakes his head quickly but Jungkook speaks again before Jimin has the chance to verbally deny it. “Mmm… You were Yoongi-hyung’s little slut this morning, weren’t you? What then? Did he plug you up full of his cum?” he taunts, palming at Jimin’s ass, reaching low to push against where he’s sure there’s a plug nestled. Jimin whines and bites his lip to keep from being loud. “Huh? Did he even let you come? I bet he didn’t. Did he tell you not to come all day? Did he tell you to not let any of us touch you? C’mon, Jiminie…” Jungkook says, breathing into Jimin’s ear as he pauses. “You can tell hyung.”
The noise that leaves Jimin at that is almost inhuman, a low groan that he tries to keep in. “Jungkookie…” he says again, voice shaking. “W-We’re in the hallway…”
Jungkook’s grip on Jimin’s ass tightens, digging his fingers in almost painfully. “That’s not what you should call me, is it Jimin-ah?” Jungkook says, voice lilting into a taunt. “Ask me properly.”
Jimin looks up at him and Jungkook marvels at how his eyes look watery and nervous but somehow still filled with trust. He still hesitates, obviously not wanting to give in and say the words Jungkook is waiting to hear.
“C-Can we at least move somewhere else?” Jimin pleads. Jungkook raises an eyebrow and Jimin takes a deep breath before adding quietly, “Please...hyung.”
Jungkook hums in approval, grabbing Jimin by the hips and steering him a few paces away to the nearby door that leads to the storage closet. There’s enough room for the two of them to stand comfortably but they’re very close together, especially because Jungkook gets into Jimin’s space again, pressing his back against the cluttered shelves of the closet. Jungkook places his hands on the edge of the shelf that is around Jimin’s neck, caging Jimin between his arms.
“Hyung, please,” Jimin says quickly, voice louder now that they’re secluded. “Please don’t. I can’t. I’ll get in so much trouble.” His voice is whiny and his hands now clutch at Jungkook’s white tee shirt, obviously very worried about the punishment he’d receive from Yoongi later.
“Tell me all the rules, kitten. I’m sure we can find a little loophole, no?” Jungkook says, grinning widely.
Jimin’s face flushes red as he complies. “I-I’m not allowed to come… And I can't touch myself. Or let any of you touch me. And I can’t take out the plug or let any of hyung’s cum out,” he says, obviously embarrassed.
Tracing Jimin’s bottom lip with his thumb, Jungkook softens his smile. “Well, that’s easy then.” Jimin looks confused but the expression quickly vanishes when Jungkook tugs on his bottom lip with his thumb and forefinger. “You can put that pretty mouth to good use.” Jimin nods slowly and Jungkook can tell he’s about to move to his knees, but he stops him. “But first, why don’t you show me your pretty plug?”
A whimper escapes Jimin at that. “Hyung, I can’t-”
“Sure you can,” Jungkook argues.
Pinning him with a hard, skeptical stare, Jimin acquiesces. “Fine. But you can’t touch, okay?”
Jungkook rolls his eyes but draws an ‘x’ over his heart by means of promise. He watches with rapt attention, taking a step back until he’s leaning against the opposite shelf to give Jimin as much room as possible. Jimin turns around and then fiddles with his own pants before pulling them down to reveal his perfect ass. He spreads his legs a little and bends as much as he can, holding onto the shelves in front of him. “C’mon, baby. Spread yourself for me,” Jungkook commands, crossing his arms as Jimin whines. His little hands reach back, pulling his cheeks apart so Jungkook has a good view of his hole clenching around the glass plug.
Jungkook moves to his knees behind Jimin, covering Jimin’s hands with his own to spread him even further. “God, you’re pretty. Makes me wanna eat you up,” he murmurs, placing a kiss to one of his ass cheeks.
“Jungkook -- I mean, hyung, no! You can’t,” Jimin says desperately, trying to turn back around but Jungkook keeps a strong hold on his hips, keeping him firmly in place.
Jungkook slaps at one of Jimin’s cheeks, causing him to moan. “I’ll do whatever I damn well please,” Jungkook snarls. His harsh attitude doesn’t last long, immediately soothing the sting of his slap with his palm and cooing at Jimin. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll just have a little taste.”
Jimin practically sobs, sniffling uncontrollably as Jungkook leans in to trace his tongue around the plug. He can taste the faint traces of lube as he continues to lap at the stretched rim and he hums in appreciation before pulling away. “Alright, baby. They’re all waiting for you so let’s make this quick.”
In just moments, their positions are reversed, Jungkook leaning against the shelves and Jimin kneeling before him, hurrying to undo Jungkook’s pants and free his cock. He wastes no time at all, eagerly pumping him a few times before taking the head of his cock into his mouth with a muffled groan. Jungkook curses softly, immediately threading his fingers through Jimin’s hair.
Jimin bobs his head quickly, swallowing Jungkook’s cock over and over as quickly as he can, working at what he can’t fit in his mouth with his hand. It’s good, it’s always good, but it’s not fast enough. “Baby, hold still okay? Make sure you relax,” Jungkook says before he pulls Jimin down slowly, forcing more of his cock into his mouth until he feels the head start slipping into his throat. It’s obvious that Jimin is struggling not to gag, his face turning red and tears filling his eyes. Jungkook pulls him back slowly, letting him breathe before pushing back in, adopting a quicker rhythm until he’s stuffing Jimin’s throat full of cock at a rapid pace.
It’s not quiet. The wet sounds are loud enough, Jimin spilling spit and precum down his chin and onto the floor, but there’s the addition of Jungkook’s harsh breath and Jimin’s moaning and choking. The whole thing is entirely more obscene than it has any right to be. Jungkook takes note of how hard Jimin tries to keep his eyes opened and turned up towards Jungkook.
Jungkook makes sure he tells Jimin how good he makes him feel, how pretty he looks on his knees with his hard, little cock out. He sprinkles his praises with filthy words, swearing harshly and calling Jimin his little slut.
Soon enough, Jungkook can feel his orgasm approaching and he fucks into Jimin’s mouth even harder, groaning louder. “I’m so close, pretty baby. Are you gonna be a good slut and swallow all of hyung’s cum?” Jimin just whines loudly, his little fingers digging into Jungkook’s strong thighs.
He holds Jimin’s head in place as he comes, riding out his orgasm with his head leaned back on the shelf behind him. When he finally lets Jimin up for air, the boy coughs roughly, a sick gagging sound wrenching its way out of Jimin’s throat as cum and spit and god knows what else spills from his lips and onto the floor.
For awhile the only sound is their panting and Jimin’s coughing, until Jungkook breaks the relative silence. “Do you think Yoongi-hyung will punish you more or less if I tell him you didn’t swallow all of my cum?” he ponders aloud.
Jimin doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even look up, but Jungkook can tell by the tension in his shoulders that his words have concerned him. Grinning, Jungkook does up his pants and then opens the closet door. “Make sure you clean up and hurry back. All your hyungs are waiting for you, Jimin-ah,” he says darkly, not even bothering to shut the door behind him as he goes, leaving Jimin half naked staring at a pool of bodily fluid on the closet floor.
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Jungkook returns to the practice room first. Yoongi meets his eye as he strolls in, obviously very pleased with himself. He has the audacity to wink at Yoongi which, frankly, makes Yoongi want to throttle him, but Yoongi simply smiles back, a quick, pleasant turn of his lips.
It’s all very obvious. Every single one of them had heard everything. The practice room is good at keeping sound in but definitely not at keeping it out and without any music playing, Jungkook’s little conquest in the storage closet hadn’t gone unnoticed by any of his hyungs.
Yoongi isn’t mad. Of course he’s not. This is all calculated carefully into the plan. Jimin is helpless to say no to any of them, that much is a given. It was just a matter of wondering who would be the one to cross the line. Honestly, Yoongi’s glad it was Jungkook. Knowing him, the kid had probably said something to Jimin to make him nervous and even more riled up, which is exactly what Yoongi wants.
Jimin stumbles in a couple minutes later, face red, lips swollen and eyes puffy like he’d been crying. Yoongi doesn’t doubt it. If he broke any of Yoongi’s rules, there’s a good chance he feels bad about it and in all likelihood, Jungkook was a little rough with him.
“I’m sorry for keeping everyone waiting,” Jimin says, voice shaky as he bows to the members.
Hoseok pats him on the back, rubbing at his shoulders kindly. “It’s okay, Jimin-ah. Let’s work hard now, yeah?” His words bring a bright smile to Jimin’s face and he nods, quickly preparing himself to go back to practice.
Yoongi keeps watching him throughout the day but Jimin tries his hardest to keep from looking at Yoongi, obviously trying to cling to the good mood that Hobi brought him. Yoongi bites the inside of his cheek to keep from grinning.
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It’s late when they get back to their dorm. They’ve just eaten and when they get there, they argue over who’s going to shower first. It’s Jin who wins the argument and Jimin who ultimately loses when Yoongi says, “Jimin will go last. He doesn’t mind, do you Jimin?” with a pointed look at him. Jimin quickly shakes his head, agreeing right away.
Yoongi showers after Jin and when he returns to his room, clad in sweats and a tee shirt and towel drying his hair, he finds Jimin seated carefully on the edge of his bed. He drops his towel over the back of the chair that sits in front of the small desk in the corner of the room and pins a hard look at the boy on his bed.
“What are you doing?” he asks, voice low and rough.
Jimin’s body tenses. Yoongi can see it from where he’s standing near the doorway. “I was waiting for you, hyung,” he responds, careful to keep his voice from breaking.
Yoongi hums, tilting his head. “I’m sure I taught you better than this. If you’re going to sit on my bed before you shower and make it all dirty, you should at least look good when you’re doing it.”
“I was just worried that Jinnie-hyung might come in and--”
“Do you really think I care about your excuses?” Yoongi interrupts. “Now, I’m going to leave and come back in exactly one minute. You’d better be more prepared when I come back this time.”
“Yes, hyung,” Jimin says, hanging his head further in shame.
Yoongi leaves, closing the door behind him. He goes to the kitchen to grab two bottles of water and Taehyung, little shit that he is, calls from where he’s seated on the couch with Namjoon and Jungkook, “Have fun!” Yoongi just holds up his hand over his shoulder in a mocking wave before heading back down the hall. His next stop is in the bathroom where he takes a couple towels out of the closet.
He waits outside his bedroom door for a short while, obviously not really counting out an exact minute, before opening the door and this time locking it behind him. When he turns to look, Jimin has done much better this time.
His clothes are all folded in a carefully arranged pile on the floor at the foot of the bed and Jimin himself is atop the bed, face pressed into his crossed forearms as he rests on his elbows and knees, back arched beautifully to present himself in the best of ways.
“That’s better,” Yoongi says idly as he places the bottle of water and one of the towels on his desk. The other he carries to the bed and says, “Here, situate yourself,” as he tosses the towel in Jimin’s direction. Jimin hastily moves to follow instructions, laying the towel out on Yoongi’s bed before going back to his previous position.
And that’s it. That’s what Yoongi will never get used to seeing. The calm trust that oozes out of Jimin as he puts himself on display just for Yoongi. The way he must have no fear to be able to do this with him. The beautiful submission in the curve of his spine and the quickness of his movements. The way he holds perfectly still, even as Yoongi glides a hand over his body, simply because Yoongi told him to. It’s an art form. Jimin is art.
Yoongi says none of this though, not now, not in this place. Instead, he cuts straight to the chase. “How many of my rules did you break today, hm?” Jimin shivers as Yoongi hand moves from his back to his ass, the touch light and feathery.
“N-None, sir,” he says dutifully.
Yoongi hums. “If I believed that, I wouldn’t still have you in this position, ready to receive your punishment, now would I?” Jimin says nothing. “Now, I’ll ask you one more time. How many of my rules did you break today?”
Yoongi can see Jimin’s lower lip tremble as he tries to keep himself together. “I-I…” he starts but stops himself, gathering his thoughts before speaking again. Yoongi allows him the time to think, patiently waiting for his answer. “J-Just one, sir,” he finally admits, voice laden with shame and guilt.
“Just one? Are you sure?” Jimin nods. “And which one was that?”
“Jungkookie touched me… I told him not to but he didn’t listen. It wasn’t my fault!” Jimin speaks steadily faster, panic creeping into his voice as he knows that Yoongi doesn’t like to share when he makes rules like that.
“Don’t blame this on Jungkook,” Yoongi says harshly, the tone of his voice causing Jimin to fall immediately silent. “You parade yourself around like a little slut all the time. You make it so easy for him, you know. Don’t think I didn’t hear you whining like a bitch in that storage closet, Jimin, calling your dongsaeng ‘hyung’ and moaning for his cock, how filthy.”
The shudder that goes through Jimin is from pure embarrassment, Yoongi is sure. His teeth sink into his lip, most likely in an attempt to keep from whining. “How many do you think you deserve Jimin?” Yoongi asks.
There’s a distinct pause before Jimin says, “F-Five.”
“Five?” Yoongi says incredulously.
Jimin startles at the harshness of his tone and immediately goes to defend himself. “Sir, I only broke one rule, I promise I--”
“But it was the most important rule, Jimin,” he interrupts, pinching at Jimin’s asscheek. Then he hums thoughtfully, as though he’s debating. “Let’s say ten for breaking my rule, five for lying to me about it and five for low-balling your punishment and not understanding the importance of my rules.” As he speaks, he presses both palms against Jimin’s ass cheeks, spreading them slightly to look at the plug still nestled between them.
Jimin whines at the touch or at Yoongi’s decision, either way it doesn’t matter. Yoongi pinches the skin of the crease of Jimin’s ass and thigh tightly. “How many times do I have to tell you not to whine at me? Do you want to add more?” Jimin quickly shakes his head. “Alright, how many do you have, Jimin?”
“Twenty,” he says quietly.
“Good boy. You’re going to count for me, okay? If you don’t count, we start over, got it?” Yoongi says, rubbing his hands over Jimin’s ass to prepare him just a little bit. Jimin nods again. “Use your words, Jimin.”
“Y-Yes, sir.”
“Good.” Without preamble, Yoongi brings his right hand down relatively lightly on Jimin’s cheek. The boy’s breath hitches a little but other than that and uttering the word ‘one’ he has no reaction. Good, it’s just a warm up.
Yoongi alternates hands, making sure to redden both sides of Jimin’s plump ass. He starts light and hits harder and harder as they go on, Jimin dutifully counting like a good boy. By the time they hit ten, Jimin is sniffling a little, trying not to cry, and Yoongi’s hand is tingling from the sting of his slaps.
It’s when Jimin cries out the number sixteen that he finally starts crying, little sobs causing his body to shudder. Yoongi hushes him softly, cooing at him and telling him he’s being a good boy before leaning to mumble in his ear, “Are you okay? Do we need to stop?” but Jimin furiously shakes his head no. “Such a good boy.”
By the time he finishes his punishment, Jimin’s thighs are shaking, twitching in the way that Yoongi knows means he wants to let his legs give out and fall boneless onto the mattress. But he doesn’t, because he always tries so hard to be good for Yoongi.
Running his fingers through Jimin’s hair and wiping away his tears, Yoongi tilts Jimin’s face up towards him. “Did you learn your lesson?” he asks.
Jimin nods, lip trembling. “Yes, sir.”
“Good boy.”
Yoongi moves back behind Jimin and this time he’s gentle when he rests his hands on his ass, the skin under his palms radiating a powerful warmth. “Are you ready now?” Yoongi asks. Jimin nods again and Yoongi pinches his thigh again.
“Yes, sir,” he amends quickly.
Yoongi hums his approval as he reaches, finally, for the plug in Jimin’s ass. He carefully twists it side to side and Jimin gasps sharply in response. It was a sopping wet mess this morning but now everything is more than a little sticky. “Jimin,” Yoongi says. Without asking for elaboration Jimin reaches forward, sticking one hand under Yoongi’s pillow to grab a half-empty bottle of lube. He passes it off to Yoongi, who mumbles a, “Good boy,” in response.
Yoongi opens the bottle and dribbles some of the contents onto the edges of the plug, spreading it around with the fingers of his free hand before laying the bottle aside. He grabs the end of the plug and pulls lightly, the toy moving a little more easily now. Jimin’s body is tense and Yoongi tells him to relax as he gently pushes the plug in and out just barely and very slowly.
As the glide gets easier and easier, Yoongi gets a little rougher until he’s fucking it into Jimin at a steady pace and the boy is panting into his crossed arms. “Yoongi, please,” Jimin breathes. Yoongi pinches his thigh. “I mean, sir.”
Yoongi takes stock of Jimin’s current state. His face is pressed into his arms but Yoongi knows it’s flushed red because that same blush reaches all the way down his neck to his shoulders. He’s breathing heavily and his legs are shaking. All the muscles in his back are tense and twitching and his cock hangs hard and red between his legs, steadily dripping onto the towel. He’s really wound up.
Yoongi decides to take mercy on him and pulls the plug out with a loud, wet pop. Jimin gasps a shuddery moan. Even though Yoongi’s cum from this morning is spilling out of Jimin’s stretched hole, just to be safe, Yoongi takes the discarded bottle of lube and squirts more into Jimin’s hole.
Wiping his messy hands on Jimin’s thighs, Yoongi pulls his own sweats down far enough just to free his own cock. He takes hold of himself and rubs the head of his cock over Jimin’s wet hole for just a moment before pressing in. This time when Jimin whines loudly, Yoongi allows it.
Yoongi has never really been one for taking things slow. It’s just seconds before he’s snapping his hips roughly against Jimin’s ass, loud smacks of skin on skin taking over the room. They’re soon drowned out, though, by Jimin’s high moans, the tension in him climbing even higher.
The grip Yoongi has on Jimin’s hip is strong enough to bruise but Jimin never complains. He just whines for more, begging Yoongi to fuck him harder. Yoongi can see the hold Jimin has on the edge of the towel, his knuckles white from how tightly he’s gripping it.
“Yoongi, sir,” Jimin pants a minute later, voice high and breathy. Yoongi just grunts in response. “Please can I come? I need to come s-so bad,” he pleads, words shaking.
Yoongi leans over him, not slowing his pace as he nips at Jimin’s ear. “Who comes first, baby?”
Jimin whines but says, “You, sir.”
“That’s right. So when I come, you can come. You know that,” Yoongi says much more kindly than he has been all night. Jimin nods his assent and Yoongi sees him try to relax into the feeling of being fucked.
It doesn’t take long after that. Yoongi is feeling generous after all he’s put Jimin through so he doesn’t want to draw it out too much for him. Besides, Yoongi has been riled up all day too. Seeing Jimin stumble through dance practice, hearing him suck Jungkook’s cock in a closet like a slut, the way he bends so easily to Yoongi’s will. It’s all maddeningly arousing and just thinking about it all has Yoongi’s hips stuttering as he comes, filling Jimin up once again.
Yoongi doesn’t stop, just leaves his slowly softening cock inside and grinds his hips in small circles, rubbing up against Jimin’s prostate. “Come on, baby. You’ve been so good,” he says, running a soothing hand down Jimin’s sweaty back.
With a cry that sounds more like sob, Jimin comes, legs shaking terribly until finally they just give out and when Yoongi lets go of his hips, Jimin sinks fully to the bed, laying atop the soiled towel and panting heavily as Yoongi slips out of him and a mess of cum and lube drips out of his hole.
Yoongi gets up immediately, before he can get sucked into the temptation of laying down. He takes the second towel and one of the water bottles, using the water to wet the towel before returning to Jimin. He carefully wipes himself down before doing the same to Jimin’s backside, apologizing as he hisses at the soreness. He helps Jimin roll over, completely off the towel, so he can wipe down the front of him too. Jimin smiles at Yoongi when he looks down at him and makes little grabby hands and purses his lips. Yoongi rolls his eyes but obliges and leans to peck Jimin softly on the mouth. “Hang on,” he mumbles and then retreats again.
He tosses the dirty towels into the laundry and then grabs the other water bottle, opening it and holding it out for Jimin. The boy smiles gratefully and sits up just enough to not spill all over himself as he hurriedly drinks most of the bottles contents. Yoongi himself drinks from the other half-empty bottle, much less hastily.
Eventually, Yoongi sets both bottles on the nightstand and lays down beside Jimin, gathering him up into his arms. Jimin hums, snuggling into Yoongi’s chest, but when he speaks, it’s to complain. “Hyung, why are you still wearing all your clothes?”
Yoongi shrugs. “I didn’t need to take them off.”
“Jerk,” Jimin mumbles.
Yoongi scoffs in mock offense. “Yah, you brat.” Jimin just giggles. “But you’re okay right? I didn’t go too far?” Yoongi asks, voice softening. Jimin shakes his head no. “Okay good.” He places a kiss on Jimin’s forehead. “I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I had really hurt our little baby boy. You were so good for me, you know? You’re such a perfect boy, Jimin. So pretty and nice for me, for all your hyungs and your dongsaengs too.”
Yoongi goes on and on, praising Jimin even long after he’s sure the boy has fallen asleep.