Fill Me Up, Daddy!!! || Yoonmin ✓✓ x BTS Oneshots

C11 - The Loneliest of Addictions

Still on his knees and hurting, Jiminie remembered the times Yoongi took him to the store to shop and they would end up kissing and blowing each other. He always loved it when he sucked Yoongi's dick because he was genuinely in love. He always had a smile on his face thanks to Yoongi and sometimes he even took lactation drugs because Yoongi loved suckling on his tits. He always loved how good it felt when Yoongi latched on to them like they meant the world to him.

Yoongi had made him feel like the prettiest boy in the world. He had treated Jiminie with tenderness, a kind that only came if both people had loved each other. Perhaps that was why it was easier for Jiminie to believe that Yoongi had been in love with him. There was just no way that all of that had been fake, right? Jiminie couldn't blame himself for falling for the devil because he was a handsome devil. Yoongi had adored Jiminie. He had taken the best care of Jiminie.

Hell, even when Jiminie was insecure, Yoongi had always been there to remind him that it was okay to feel low sometimes.

Yoongi had been his anchor between the living and his mind, and it had worked so well for them, right?

Right?

Each night when they had laid on Yoongi's bed, Jiminie would let Yoongi suckle from him, because he loved how good it felt and how tender Min Yoongi was with him in those times. Granted, Jiminie didn't have those tiny tits, but over time, with Yoongi suckling on them frequently, Jiminie's breasts had begun to show, but he was never insecure about them, because Yoongi loved them like that. All he ever did was live for Min Yoongi, and love Min Yoongi.

On other occasions, even in public, Yoongi would go down on him and eat his pussy like dessert, and Jiminie was always left a writhing mess from pleasure. Oh, how Jiminie wanted to forget those days. He shouldn't have trusted Yoongi. He really shouldn't have, but then, he had, and look where it got him. Perhaps it was never okay to share the table with the devil because no one would ever know when the devil would take over the entire tale and turn you into its meal, right? Well, even though broken, Jiminie was a meal for a lifetime. He was an addiction for Min Yoongi, he just didn't know it yet.

A harsh light snapped Jiminie out of his thoughts, as he was brought back roughly into a reality where he was on his knees for the man he thought knew love, and yet was just as psychotic as everyone had thought him to be. Jiminie didn't enjoy any of this, even as he felt Yoongi's cum dripping down his throat, again. He could have sworn he sheared a command to swallow the cum in the distance, but then he didn't have much of a choice than to swallow. Didn't he?

The world with the bangtan boys had been the cruelest place he had ever been in, and Jiminie hated this world. He despised it; this world with Min Yoongi in it, and Jiminie hoped he would never wake up to this someday.

"That was fucking awesome," Yoongi said, clearly pleased with what Jiminie had done for him. he obviously loved it, because as Jiminie looked up to hm Yoongi felt his heart skip a bit. Maybe it was because he was excited for the next stage of the night, or maybe it was because Jiminie's eyes reminded him of why he had chosen Jiminie in the first place, of why he had fallen so hopelessly in love with Jiminie.

Oh, but if only Min Yoongi knew that love was never meant to hurt so bad, everything would have been better.

Jiminie had decided not to listen to anything Yoongi said, because frankly, he couldn't deal with Min Yoongi's sexy groans and grunts each time Jiminie sucked him off. Jiminie had counted more than three orgasms. His belly was filled with the cum of someone he despised with all of him.

He was just a doll for Yoongi; a cum doll that needed to be fucked ad filled. A doll that didn't have emotions and one that didn't have that many choices. Jiminie hated what Min Yoongi had reduced him to and he hated how things had gotten, he didn't care what anyone could ever say and he had to wait it out. Someday, he would be better than this, right?

"Now, strip, and lay on the bed, sweetheart," Yoongi said coldly, his voice making Jiminie feel like there was never going to be any place safe for him.

Jiminie had always thought that the kind and loving Yoongi would always be there for him, but instead, all he had gotten was a monster that drugged him and fucked him every night without his consent. A monster that had made sure the doctor gave him infertility drugs so he couldn't get pregnant.

A monster that didn't care about the fact that while Jiminie had a vagina and a uterus, it was all useless because he was never going to be able to bear kids, and yet even then he had been subjected to birth control pills.

Jiminie had been treated like a lab rat, a little experiment for the bangtan boys. The boys who jerked off from videos of Yoongi fucking Jiminie. The boys who should have stood up for Jiminie and yet they were the worst of bastards that Jiminie had ever met.

When they were out there working, they always looked like the kind of musical group who could protect each other and yet when the cameras were off, they were the same monsters whose actions they condemned in public; and Jiminie had always been their target.

The endless NDAs signed were never enough and so for months Jiminie had suffered in the hands of the men that should have chosen to save him.

They had broken him and still were.

"I see you're having a hard time, princess, so I'll help you because I'm feeling horny and generous," Yoongi said as he grabbed Jiminie roughly getting him up, before stripping Jiminie's pants, and bending Jiminie on the bed, his backpack still on his back. It was like Yoongi didn't care about anything other than fucking Jiminie. All he wanted was to feel his huge dick inside the warm cunt that he had gotten addicted to.

Min Yoongi loved that cunt.

He could do anything for that cunt and today, just like every other day, he was going to have it. It didn't matter that Jiminie didn't consent. He would take it and he would get it how he liked it, Hell, Yoongi didn't even prepare Jiminie for an intrusion, before he spread Jiminie's ass cheeks, to allow him a better sight of the fresh pink pussy. Jiminie's ass was staring at Yoongi, pulsing harshly, but then Yoongi's focus right now was the cunt, so he used his fingers to pry open Jiminie's pussy lips before he thrust deeply into Jiminie's dry cunt.

Jiminie was in a lot of pain here with Yoongi. But then the physical pain that came with Yoongi fucking him forcefully, raping him like he was a slut, was never going to compare to the mental torture Jiminie was going through at the moment. This man had shattered him and Jiminie let his tears freefall. He was done trying to hold on. He was done trying to feel like there was a chance that he would be okay. He was not okay and he never would be for a really long time. He knew that.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," Yoongi growled as he thrust deeper into Jiminie. He loved this. He was enjoying every bit of it and hells be damned he loved that this was his cunt to own and he would own it. And so he fucked him, so hard, so harshly that Jiminie's knees felt weak. He whimpered a few times but Min Yoongi was so drunk with pleasure that he didn't even listen to Jiminie. Or maybe he did hear Jiminie but he just didn't give a shit about it anymore.

Satisfied with fucking Jiminie from behind, Yoongi pulled out roughly, his dick coming out of Jiminie's cunt with a pop sound, and the slick dripping thickly from Jiminie's overfucked red and swollen cunt.