stutter [yoonmin]

eleven

yoongi bit his lip as the male under him screamed in pleasure. his mouth hung open as the pale boy pulled his head back by his hair, ramming in and out of him.

"y-yoong- a-ahh." he moaned submissively, arching his back as he gripped onto the bedsheets.

"excuse me?" yoongi growled, slowing down his pace, teasing the boy.

"i'm sorry sir." he turned back, looking at yoongi with desperate eyes. "p-please, keep going."

satisfied, yoongi quickened his pace once again, breathing heavily. the male began touching himself, feeling twice the pleasure.

"no." yoongi growled, grabbing the boy's hand, pinning it behind his back. "i want you to cum untouched." he smirked.

the boy nodded, tightening around yoongi.

yoongi moaned loudly, thrusting deep into the needy male, gripping onto the boy's hips so tight he knew he'd leave marks. lewd sounds echoed throughout the room, the stench of sex and sweat taking over.

yoongi licked his lips, grabbing the boy's hair again, tugging on it slightly.

"do you feel good baby-" his eyes immediately widened as he saw the boy's face. only, it wasn't his random hook up.

it was jimin.

"i feel so good daddy." he moaned, sticking his ass out, allowing yoongi to be further inside of him.

yoongi immediately sat up straight, returning to reality. he cleared his throat and looked around the coffee shop. he sighed in relief, seeing as there was hardly anyone. he couldn't believe jimin invaded his thoughts, his memory.

what he did with that random boy was a one time thing, it wasn't even something worth remembering. it was just a stupid drunken mistake which he usually doesn't make.

yoongi wasn't the type to go out and pick up random hook ups. but, he'd be lying if he said it wasn't a hot night. it was possibly the hottest he's ever experienced.

but, all he wanted was the seventeen year old stuttering shy boy. he knew it was wrong. but, jimin wanted him too. and he knew that. he knew just by the way jimin stared at him.

"god dammit jimin. what the fuck are you doing to me." he mumbled, leaving money on the small table as he stood up.