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It’s been more than an year since Yoongi and Jimin moved in together after the group decided to end the contract of their dorm and live in their own houses. Yoongi and Jimin have been in relationship for years now and Jimin loves experimenting and exploring new things in their sex life and overall dynamic. Yoongi always encourages him, just like he does for everything else. Jimin is not particularly submissive, he just likes that in bed. The man has his kinks and so does Yoongi, but sometimes he craves for more than just rough sex and name calling. Sometimes he craves to be put in his place, be made to earn the praises he can so easily get, be pushed into submission, and he wants no one else but Yoongi to do it.
So, here he is with a sultry smile and challenging eyes looking at Yoongi, daring him to do what he can, as he yet again runs his fingers on Yoongi’s crotch ubder the table. Yoongi shifts in his seat and gulps. Jimin knows his effect on Yoongi and although any other day, Yoongi would simply be aroused and impatient to be with him, today he is not. He’s not really feeling amused, he fixes Jimin with a hard look and kicks him under the table. Jimin groans while Yoongi continues to listen Namjoon venting about some monk betraying him. Or at least he pretends to. In his defence, he’s been listening to it since half an hour and he would gladly do it for another half if only he wasn’t pissed off at Jimin, if only he didn’t find Jimin to be more amusing than any other conversation at the moment. He smirks and teases Jimin when Taehyung asks him what’s wrong and he blames it on his usual clumsiness.
But did that stop Jimin? No. Park Jimin is a force to reckon with, he’s as much a devil as an angel. He won’t back down that easy. This has been going on since three days. It started with him breaking small rules which Yoongi would forgive or just lightly scold him over. He would pretend to be sorry but then soon came the blatant disrespect and disobedience. He was careful to not actually hurt Yoongi but he also needed to have that specific side of him.
Min Yoongi was a very patient and endearing man, even more with Jimin who apparently has the Suga handling license. Jimin almost always has him wrapped around his pretty pinky. But sometimes, when Jimin would take it too far, struck the chords just right, Min Yoongi would become a mean, hard and ruthless dom who would make him cry and beg for forgiveness until the very last bit of brattiness is thrown out of his system and he is sated for a long time. Jimin was determined to get that dom out. It’s been a while afterall.
So, after the dinner when the group decided to go back to their homes, Yoongi waited for everyone else to leave first. He saw Taehyung murmuring something in Jungkook’s ear, making him blush and squeezing his waist before opening the car door for him. When he was finally alone, Jimin broke the silence first.
“Got something to say Yoongi? You looked very much bothered in there”, the amusement and gesture clear in his voice as his hands traced a mindless pattern on Yoongi’s chest.
Yoongi closed his eyes and heaved a deep sigh before letting out a dry chuckle. When he opened his eyes, he looked straight into Jimin’s. It’s not often that he made eye contact but when he did, it could only mean two things. Either to show utmost sincerity of his feelings or to make you his prey. There was no in between and right now Jimin knows he stands in the latter category. Yoongi looks at him like he’s a foolish, little prey who just walked into the den of a predator much bigger, faster and stronger than him.
Park Jimin is no weak man, but something about Yoongi when he looks at him like that has his brain short circuiting.
Head empty, no thoughts. Just Min Yoongi.
It has him taking a step back and lowering his gaze instinctively.
Yoongi says nothing. He simply gets into the car and waits. Jimin immediately understands and joins him. Yoongi drives them home.
The ride home was tense and the moment they stepped into Yoongi’s house and closed the door, Jimin held his breath in the anticipation of what was about to come. Yoongi looks at him up and down with his hands in the pockets of his black suit pant and tilts his head slightly.
“Colour?”
“Green”, Jimin says confidently and teasingly in his soft velvety voice with a small shrug, purposefully leaving out the title.
He jerked forward and hissed even before he could register what was happening. Yoongi’s grip on his hair was unrelenting as he dragged him to their special bedroom. He practically threw him in and Jimin narrowly avoided falling face first on the padded floor of the room.
Safety was priority in the MinMin household so they made sure that nothing could hurt Jimin unless they want it to.
Jimin regained his balance and looked back at Yoongi with mild shock as he ruffled the part Yoongi had gripped while also hoping he didn’t lose any hair in the process.
He really was in for it tonight and the thought only excited him more.
Yoongi casually walks towards him. He’s in no hurry, he looks calm, almost bored. But Jimin knows that he’s anything but that. He’s wearing rings today, it makes his hands look even prettier.
Oh what he would do to have those fingers in his mouth right now.
Yoongi grabs him by his shirt collar and drags him down to his knees like he weighs nothing and means nothing. Like he doesn’t deserve to stand in front of him right now. Not that Jimin disagrees or mind.
Yoongi silently sits on the bottom of the bed and crosses his legs. He beckons Jimin to come closer and the latter rolls his eyes but shuffles closer on his knees.
Yoongi gently removes his hair off his face and lifts his face up by hooking a finger under his chin. His voice is quiet yet authoritative. Yoongi never raises his voice unless he’s goofing around.
“Jimin-ah? How do you address me?”
It’s very obviously not a question, it’s him giving Jimin last chance before he shuts down all doors of mercy.
“However I want to. Yoongi.”
The sound of slap echoes in the room and Jimin hears it before he feels it and his head turns to the side. His hand itching to soothe his burning cheek but he knows better than to do that. His head has already started feeling a little floaty, his eyes slightly glossy and he’s panting out of thrill, anticipation and arousal.
“Let’s try again, shall we?”, he prompts and shrugs his jacket off. He’s rolling up his sleeves and isn’t even bothering to look at Jimin whereas the latter could drool any minute now.
It's crazy how in control Yoongi is when he’s like this. How different Yoongi is in and out of these four walls. The man has many sides and Jimin’s glad that this one is reserved just for him.
“I don’t-“, he tries to make another smart remark but is promptly interrupted by another slap. This one is harsher, making his eyes water and he almost loses his balance.
“Sir”, he finally concedes and sits proper. He sits back on his heels and pushes his knees a bit apart and his palms are flat on his thigh.
“Oh? So the slut just needed some pain to get back to his senses?”, Yoongi mocks with a scoff and Jimin tries not to moan.
Yoongi uncrosses his legs and grabs him by his scruff to pull him closer. If he would get a bit more close then they can just kiss but instead Yoongi snarles down at him.
“You think you are the in-charge here Jimin?”
“If you are gonna be this pathetic in keeping up the role then maybe I will”, Jimin retorts and Yoongi simply looks at him with a mix of boredom, disappointment and disapproval as he squeezes the back of Jimin's neck, making his mouth fall in a silent yelp.
He lets go after a few seconds and pats his cheek. This doesn’t hurt at all as compared to squeezing and actual harsh slaps but somehow it burns more than those. It’s condescending and Jimin feels the shame and anticipation swirling inside him.
“Strip”, Yoongi commands and Jimin manages to let out an almost inaudible ‘yes sir’ before pulling himself up on wobbly legs and slowly taking off his clothes. He takes off his underwear last and folds it neatly with the rest of his clothes. He could feel the intensity of Yoongi’s gaze on him the entire time. He kneels down again then and this time Yoongi kicks his inner thighs to prompt him to spread his legs more.
When Yoongi was satisfied he smirked down at Jimin and shuffled his foot dangerously close to his cock. He’s already hard and dripping precum.
“Did you know that screaming can be very therapeutic and cathartic?”, Yoongi remarks nonchalantly.
“I don’t – “, whatever smart thing Jimin was about to come up with was lost the moment Yoongi put down his foot on his cock making him literally scream.
Few seconds later, he lifts his foot and taps it on his cock.
“What? Was my little whore saying something?”, he scoffs and Jimin whimpers. The foot comes down again, presses hard and Jimin screams again with tears screaming down his pretty face.
He feels like the torture goes on for eternity when in reality it had only been a few minutes. Yoongi asks him to list the rules he broke and for each one he brings down his foot. Jimin obediently takes it all, his hands clenched on his lap. He doesn’t even think of stopping it. The pain is intense and delicious. He’s still hard though probably a little less than before. It’s not gis favourite kind of play but he likes it regardless. And Yoongi has found it to be very effective in the long term so they use it when Jimin is especially a brat and Yoongi is especially mean.
He brings his feet against Jimin’s cock, caging it and tapping it while he pretends to think.
“Who owns this pathetic little cock of yours slut?”
Jimin is sweating, panting and crying but with the little remaining fight in him, he mutters, “It’s not little.”
Yoongi is not sure if he should be endeared, amused or agree. Perhaps all three. Instead he settles for, “Do you think I give a damn about it whore?”, he remarks condescendingly, “you are just a cum dump for me. You don’t even need that cock. You should be thankful I ever let you use it. Perhaps I can just crush it?”, he muses out loud aa he grabs Jimin’s jaw and brings his feet together, squeezing his already aching poor cock. Jimin outright sobs this time, all the remaining fight leaving this body and his mind completely filled with Yoongi and the need to impress his sir, to do whatever he says.
Yoongi stops the torture soon after but Jimin is still whimpering with tears streaming down his face. Yoongi cups his face and licks one of them so gently that it seems to be the most merciful thing he has done all night.
“Who owns you Jimin-ah?”, he asks softly and Jimin thinks he cannot disappoint again. He has to be good for his master.
“Y-you sir. Y-you o-own me and m-my cock”, he answers and Yoongi smiles down at him.
Jimin feels sated with that smile. All the pain and fogginess settling as he clings to the first sign of approval he got from Yoongi all night. He has been a brat for days now, but deep down he still wanted Yoongi’s approval and praises. He praises him so good and Jimin loves to be praised.
“Your pathetic little cock baby. Say it”, Yoongi orders and Jimin doesn’t have to think twice before obeying. Yoongi’s foot is still rubbing his cock softly and if he could dare a little, he could get off of it but he doesn’t dare move an inch from his place.
“My-my pathetic little cock sir. You own it”, Jimin manages shyly with shame burning in him. His face is nearly as red as his cock but also there’s a feeling of satisfaction and relief. He belongs to Yoongi, he can let go. He doesn’t have to do anything, think anything. Yoongi will take care of him. He trusts him to catch him no matter how deep is the fall.
“Good boy”, Yoongi whispers and Jimin preens. If he were a wolf or something, he would be rolling on the floor happily with his neck titled in submission.
Yoongi shuffles his feet back to himself and lays back on his hands.
“Come and get your kiss”, he says and Jimin springs up to action. No sort of pain matters at the point when Yoongi finally allowed him to kiss. He is pulled on to sit on Yoongi’s lap but Jimin doesn’t touch him yet, he hasn’t been given the permission so he waits, for Yoongi to kiss him or give him permission.
“You can touch me and kiss me-“, Yoongi couldn’t even complete the sentence before he was pulled in by his shirt collar and there were soft plump lips on his own lips. Yoongi slides his hand around Jimin’s waist and brings him closer even though they are already as close they can be. Jimin roams his hands on Yoongi’s shoulders and chest and Yoongi deepens the kiss. His tongue explores Jimin’s mouth and the latter lets out an almost feral moan. Their eyes are squeezed shut as they kiss each other like there’s no tomorrow. Yoongi’s hands roams on the back of Jimin and grabs his ass. He moves down a bit and kisses his neck. He nips on it and sucks on it, leaving a perfect red mark there and Jimin smiles. When Yoongi is satisfied he pulls off with a chaste kiss on his lips.
“Colour baby?”, Yoongi asks gently.
“Green, sir”, Jimin answers immediately. His eyes are clearer now and there’s less fog in his brain.
“Okay. On the bed then. Present yourself and open yourself up for me”, he orders and Jimin feels the shift in the air. It takes him a few seconds but he eventually follows. He moves to the centre of the bed and lays down face first with his ass in the air. Yoongi tosses him the bottle of lube and he squirts a generous amount on his fingers before reaching back and slowly circling his rim with one finger and inserting it. He hears Yoongi shuffling through a drawer somewhere behind him in the room and feels embarrased, like he’s not even worth looking, he's there just as a toy for Yoongi and it might even be annoying for him to wait while he preps himself. This only makes him moan and leak more precum as he adds another finger and slowly pumps them in and out.
“What kind of thoughts you are thinking slut to be this noisy? I asked you to open yourself up not fuck yourself like a bitch in heat”, Yoongi chastises and gives him a sharp spank before pulling out a chair to sit and enjoy the show.
Jimin only squirms at the insult, getting more impatient and adding another finger, pumping them in and out and scissoring himself, purposefully avoiding his prostrate. His own fingers are tiresome to use and are half not as fun as Yoongi’s. He thinks about Yoongi’s long fingers opening him up and hitting his prostrate everytime. It won’t be the first time he cums just off Yoongi’s fingers. The thought hits him belatedly or maybe he just acknowledges it late that how Yoongi is still dresses from head to toe in his all black outfit of dress shirt, trousers and shoes. He’s wearing bracelets and rings too. God bless to that meeting he had to attend before dinner. His hair looks perfect too, long and fluffy but also neat and organized. That’s so Yoongi. He gets lost in Yoongi’s thoughts and doesn’t even realise he’s moaning abashedly while fucking himself on his fingers, hitting his prostrate everytime. He’s almost close, he realises and before he could act upon it, Yoongi stops him. Unfortunate but expected, he sighs as Yoongi mocks him for being a desparate whore.
When he turns around a little to look at Yoongi, he realises that Yoongi has finally undressed. He’s naked and stroking his length slowly. Jimin thinks he looks so pretty, so beautiful and if only he was allowed to do that for him. Yoongi looks at him and raises an eyebrow which is enough for Jimin to turn back in his position. He can feel Yoongi smirking and he hears the sharp slap to his ass before he feels the sting of it. Yoongi kneads the reddened flesh and rubs it possessively. Jimin barely bites back a moan at that.
“You want to see me Jimin-ah? Be my guest”, he says before flipping him on his back. He grabs a remote from bedside table and points it to the curtain on the wall at front. The curtain opens to reveal a huge mirror and Yoongi settles comfortably against the headboard before manhandling Jimin on his lap with Jimin's back to his chest.
He pushes him forward just enough to line up his cock against his entrance and guides Jimin to slowly take it in and sit back against him. They both let out a moan when Yoongi finally bottoms out.
“Fuck baby you are so tight, look so pretty”, Yoongi whispers in his ear, like he is mesmerized. He always is, no matter what. He always thinks Jimin is far more prettier even if he just sits there doing nothing. Jimin disagrees, he says Yoongi is prettier. It never leads to a conclusion and they just end up kissing like how Yoongi kisses Jimin’s neck with so much love, care and passion. It sends a shiver down Jimin’s spine and he squirms, getting a bit impatient. That is awarded with a warning slap to his inner thigh, dangerously close to his cock.
Jimin tries his best to stay still then and closes his eyes. When Yoongi is satisfied with few more hickeys lined up on his collarbone, he grabs Jimin’s jaw, “don’t you dare take your eyes off the mirror now unless I say so”, he commands in his deep, low voice which makes Jimin bite his lip and nod instantly. He gulps before adding a quiet ‘yes sir’.
His arousal is at its peak and everything Yoongi does just manages to turn him on even more. He can’t even close his eyes now and they feel heavy. It’s frustrating that Yoongi is not even moving yet. He’s gonna cry if he doesn’t now or worse he’s gonna do it himself.
“Move”, Yoongi orders and Jimin looks at him confusedly through the mirror.
“Ride it and don’t even think of cumming unless I tell you to”, he clarifies, “I won’t”, he adds under his breath but he knows that Jimin heard him anyway.
He doesn’t really have a choice though. It’s all he can get at this moment and he just needs it. He starts moving slowly at first with his hands holding onto Yoongi’s thighs for support, and making eye contact with him through the mirror. He doesn’t like how quiet Yoongi is and decides to put on a show then and begins bouncing and grinding on his cock, riding it like his life depends on it. Good thing he has stamina, bad thing that he gets cramps easily. He keeps going anyway letting out loud, obscene moans and revelling in the sounds Yoongi makes. His moans are deep and melodious but quieter than Jimin. It turns him on even more. Yoongi reaches forward to play with his nipples and the sight is making Jimin crazy. The way Yoongi pinches, rolls and pulls the bud, while muttering absolute filth in his ears has his brain turn foggy. Nothing else matters more than impressing Yoongi.
“Look at yourself, such a filthy, little whore for me. You like what you see? You like how you are nothing but a desperate bitch in heat letting me use your hole to get off? That’s all you are good for anyway”
Jimin’s impossibily close now and his eyes flutter shut. Just a little more and he’s there. A few more seconds, he can feel it, just a bit more.
“Stop”, Yoongi commands and Jimin’s mind is screaming at him to stop but he can’t. He doesn’t want to so Yoongi holds him down and forcibly stops him.
“No please! Sir please! I am sorry, I’ll be good, please!”, he begs and sobs. Yoongi caresses his head and shushes him, leaving a trail of sweet kisses to calm him down.
“Colour, baby?”, he asks once Jimin has calmed down.
“…green sir”, Jimin answers after thinking a bit.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, but did I ever tell you that you are cruel as fuck?”, Jimin pouts and Yoongi chuckles at that.
“Did I ever tell you that you are bratty as fuck?”, he retorts and Jimin pouts again.
Yoongi taps his thigh then and gestures Jimin to get on his hands and knees. He’s still facing the mirror. This time Yoongi doesn’t give him anytime to adjust before grabbing his ass roughly and bottoming out at once, eliciting a moan from the younger.
“Fuck still so tight”, Yoongi groans and sets up a brutal pace instantly. He doesn’t even move his hips to fuck Jimin, he pulls Jimin’s ass to his cock instead.
“You like this slut? Like being my cockslut? My fucktoy?”, he uses one hand to grab Jimin’s hair and pull his face up so he looks straight in the mirror, “look at you being my filthy little fleshlight. That’s all you can be used for anyway. Fucking waste of a fucktoy, thinks it can act cocky and do whatever it wants. Look at that leaking cock of yours and drooling mouth of yours. You. Are. Just. Here. For. My. Pleasure. A. Fucktoy.”, Yoongi grunts and punctuates each word with a hard thrust hitting Jimin’s prostrate dead on. Jimin is a babbling, drooling mess now. All he can say is a chain of incoherent mess with a few decipherable words like ‘please’, ‘yes’, ‘thank you sir’ and ‘sorry sir’. The room is filled with Jimin’s ‘ah ah’ s and Yoongi groans.
Yoongi lets go off his hair and his face slumps back on the mattress. He’s barely able to look at himself in the mirror and the sight makes him moan even louder. Yoongi looks like a sex god in the moment, his brows furrowed with pleasure and concentration, his eyes closed as he chases his own orgasm while using Jimin like his toy. A few drops of sweat on his forehead and chest, his muscles flexing and his big hands with ring clad fingers grabbing Jimin’s ass so hard that he’s sure and he hopes that they will leave marks. Jimin loves it all.
“Fuck I should really just chain you down here and keep you naked and opened up at all times so I can just use you whenever I want. Bet you’d like that, don’t you? And maybe then you will learn your fucking place”, Yoongi spits out and Jimin just cries and takes it all. He has gone limp now, just letting Yoongi use him. He’s very close and should probably warn Yoongi but before he has the chance Yoongi is gripping the base of his cock, effectively cutting off his orgasm and he sobs in frustration. A hand comes down to choke him lightly, just enough to restrict his air flow and forces him to look at himself while the other moves spanks him hard over and over again. He then gives a couple quick slaps to his cock and Jimin yelps and sobs. Before he could cum, Yoongi’s grip on his cock is back again, his hips stutter and he lets go off Jimin’s neck. He gives a few more quick thursts and spills deep into Jimin’s hole with a loud groan.
Jimin moans out loud and his toes curl in pleasure. Yoongi rides out his orgasm while chanting ‘good boy, such a good boy for hyung, took his punishment so well' and Jimin is already floating high. He hasn’t got to cum and will probably not, his whole body feels way too sensitive so there’s tears of frustration but at least Yoongi is finally praising him. He has earned it.
Yoongi pulls out with a hiss and Jimin whimpers at the loss. Yoongi quickly grabs a medium sized butt plug from the bedside table though and nestles it in, preventing any cum from spilling out. He then gently drapes himself over Jimin and gently marks his upper back.
“What pattern are you making this time”, Jimin mumbles dazedly.
Yoongi traces a semicircle from one side of his collarbone to the other side through his upper back.
“It looks like a necklace this time”, he grins and Jimin smiles lazily, a few stray tears still streaming down his face. Yoongi wipes them with his thumb and kisses all his moon tattoos, then flips him on his back and kisses his forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks and finally his lips. The kiss on the lips is deep and filled with love. This time Jimin loops his arms around Yoongi to pull him closer and deepens the kiss, his tongue explores every corner of Yoongi’s mouth, eliciting a soft moan from him.
“So pretty”, Jimin compliments and seals it with a peck on his lips.
“You are more”, Yoongi whines. “Aren’t you tired”, he chuckles.
“I am. And am sorry for being a brat. I just- you know”, he mutters sincerely and Yoongi smiles down at him.
“I know”, he mutters and presses a chaste kiss on his lips and on his forehead.
“How are you feeling now?”, he asks further.
“Good. Very good.”, Jimin answers and yawns, his eyes fluttering shut.
“Ah, ah! Don’t falk asleep yet. Come on”, Yoongi pulls him out of the bed despite his protests and carries him to the bathroom. Jimin takes a cold shower to calm his arousal while Yoongi goes to change the bed sheets and keeps the bathroom door open. He returns quickly to join Jimin for a good, hot shower and they help each other clean up before Yoongi dresses up himself and Jimin and takes them to bed. He gets some of his favourite snacks for him from the shelf, and a bottle of water from the fridge, in the room itself. They both eat up a little before pulling up the covers and snuggling together to sleep.
“Yoonie, come closer”, Jimin demands and holds out his arm and Yoongi shuffles until he’s half lying on Jimin’s chest and Jimin is satisfied.
“Will you really not let me cum though? Pretty please?”, Jimin asks in the most persuasive tone he can manage since he sadly can’t do his puppy eyes in the dark and experimentally grinds against Yoongi’s thighs.
“Jimin-ah”, Yoongi warns with a spank and then pushes down his hip, effectively stopping all his little ministrations. Jimin just pouts and eventually sleeps, cuddling closer to Yoongi.
The next morning, Jimin sleepily mumbles ‘what are you doing baby’ upon hearing his partner rustle, only to be fully awake to the best blowjob of his life. Min Yoongi’s tongue technology was unmatched especially when he was making him cum.