No Control

Yoongi swore he was addicted to Jimin.

When Jimin tensed under his touch the first time they kissed, and how his hands roamed as their soft kisses turned into passionate making out. The way he'd moan when Yoongi ran his deft fingers down his sculpted abs, or how he'd let out a desperate whine when he kissed his neck.

Yoongi loved the way Jimin would whisper "hyung please," when he teased him. Yoongi enjoyed the way Jimin would shiver as his hands reached the waistband of his shorts. He loved the way Jimin would let out a gasp when his hand dipped under his shorts and ran his soft fingers down his growing erection.

When they made love, Yoongi would always savor every sound Jimin made because they sounded better than any beat he could produce in a studio. The way he gasped and moaned Yoongi's name in such a desperate manner was enough for him to get aroused. Yoongi knew Jimin was special and he'd cherish every moment they had together.

Jimin always blushed whenever Yoongi kissed him, and Yoongi knew it was because of his shy mannerisms. Yoongi lived for Jimin blushing and he made sure to engrave the image of his dark red face into his mind as he thrust into him and caused Jimin to moan out a "Yoongi-hyung," into the room.

Yoongi knew he was addicted to Jimin.

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This was written by Stella. This is my first time actually writing something like this so I hope it's good! I enjoyed writing it but I don't think it's as good as it could be. I still hope you enjoy it nonetheless!! ^^