nocturnal ↭ myg ; pjm

[30] fun math

"Hyung—"

Yoongi pulls on Jimin's belt, forcing him nearer. He bents down on Jimin's collarbone and slides 5 fingers inside his shirt up to his chest.

Jimin is already hissing out his brother's name, telling him to stop but at the same time his action tells the other to continue. He is desperately bucking his waist and tilting his head up so his neck is fully exposed to the older.

"So you really wanted this. You should've told me in the very beginning."

"I didn't know you'd have interest." Jimin pauses after. "Now I wanna know how good you are."

"You think you're better?"

Yoongi tears Jimin's polo down to the last button and devoured each and every inch of his skin like it is a prey in front of him. His hand slides up the boy's neck and he kisses his soft lips as he blinds him with his hand.

Guided only by Yoongi's hands, Jimin took small steps backward until his leg touches something soft and he dives onto the sofa.

Yoongi took off his thin shirt and wraps it around Jimin's eyes after throwing Jimin's plaid one onto the floor. He grabs the scarf that was inside his jean pocket and forcefully ties Jimin's hand behind his back tightly.

"Yoongi, this isn't really—"

Yoongi sure is desperate now as he flips Jimin in a swift and sends kisses on his nape as his hands guide Jimin's waist, now sliding off the leather belt. Jimin bites on his bottom lip as he felt Yoongi already taking off his pants. It was as fast as peeling a banana.

"Untie me," Jimin begs. He badly wanna feel Yoongi on his hands as his nails would dig on his skin. He wanna be wrapped in the boy as much as possible as he really misses him.

"No can do."

Jimin is fully bare and so is Yoongi now, but the latter is the only one who gets to see everything.

"I wanna see you."

"Later would do... after we play a game. I just want you to feel me. This will be your punishment for every bad things you did, love."

Jimin would lie if he'd say he doesn't like the nickname. His back arched as Yoongi's tongue was felt on his side going down and down until it reaches his hips and Yoongi slaps his buttocks.

Sweat is already forming on Jimin's bare face. Yoongi's hand started playing with his length and he just wants him to start now.

"Punish me now, Yoongi," Jimin literally growls from impatience and Yoongi just had to laugh before doing what is necessary like readying him before everything.

Jimin can feel Yoongi whole inside him and it felt such a bliss until Yoongi stops thrusting.

"Jimin, what is 4x4?"

"This isn't the right time to ask that," Jimin said very confidently but screams after when he felt a strong strike of belt.

"If I ask, you have to answer."

"Sixteen."

"Good."

Yoongi slams in 16 times before stopping and he hears a set of groan and Jimin is trying to find him. Yoongi holds his two hands and Jimin started scratching.

"5x5."

"Twenty-five."

Jimin earns 25 slams into him. He realizes that a mistake includes the belt.

And he wants it somehow.

"6x6."

Jimin laughs, "Give me a fucking bigger number."

"Do you want me to tie this belt around your mouth too?"

"What if I say the answer is twelve?"

"Answer me correctly."

"Twelve."

Yoongi strikes the belt very hardly it leaves a mark of red on Jimin's skin. He finds Jimin's blonde locks and slams in him 12 times.

"This doesn't seem like a punishment to you at all. I shouldn't have readied you."

"You shouldn't have."

"7x7."

"I don't know."

"Answer."

"I really don't know."

Jimin just felt the strike of belt on him 49 times, every thrusts now gone.

"That hurts," he hisses. "It was Forty-nine."

"You think I can undo that? 12x12, Jimin."

Jimin is breathing hard as he answers, "I don't know."

"Baby, it's 144, got it? But since you answered 49 a while ago then I'll give you only 95. That good?"

Jimin literally cries as Yoongi starts on striking the belt on his skin. He is shaking and chewing on the soft material beneath them.

"It really hurts."

Jimin couldn't keep in the sob that escaped his lips and Yoongi just had to stop all of a sudden. He flips Jimin, took off the clothe tied around the boy's eyes, and kisses his soft lips as his fingers travel down to caress the abused skin.

"I went overboard. I'm sorry."

Yoongi started thrusting in very softly and slowly after untying the last material binding the boy. He kisses Jimin's wet eyes and lastly, his nose.

"Don't cry now."

Jimin wipes his face with his arms like a child and positions himself comfortably. "Can you go faster?"

"No, I can't hurt you anymore."

Jimin frowns and punches Yoongi in the chest. Yoongi just laughs a soft laugh. There is a blast of music beside them and Jimin realizes it's his phone. He reaches for it and sees a big text indicating their mother is calling.

"Don't answer it."

But Jimin puts a finger to his lips and answers the call.

"Mom?"

["Oh honey, what are you up to? You two should've visited after grocery."]

"We were just busy, mom. Hyung has to go somewhere."

Jimin's eyes grew wide when Yoongi quickens his pace causing him to breathe hard his mom could hear.

"Yoo—"

["Honey, are you busy right now?"]

"N-No! I'm just—ah!"

["I'm calling again later, okay? After I feed Mingi."]

The call ended and Jimin throws his phone on the carpet, frowning at Yoongi after.

"You are such a devil, Yoongi."

"You love this devil anyways."

"You even destroyed my favourite shirt. And I can't believe you'll not take my first seriously."

"But who said I can't? We have the night all to ourselves." Yoongi flips the both of them. "I'm tired. Do the job."

"God, my ass hurts."