No One Does It Like You Do; Yoonmin

Count

AN: Before you continue reading a short warning:
This oneshot contains consensual age regression, punishments and heaavy mentions of daddy as well as pain kink.
Please don't continue if you're uncomfortable!
Otherwise, enjoy this piece of self-indulgent yoonmin-ddlb-pwp~
~chae
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Jimin’s breath hitched the moment Yoongi’s slender fingers touched his asscheeks. The stinging pain hot and concise. An inaudible yelp left his reddened, spit covered lips. He had to surpass the small “fuck” he already could taste on his tongue. He knew it was a bad idea. A bad bad idea to swear right now. Jimin could hear the blood rushing in his ears as Yoongi placed his hands on his ass again, kneading the flesh, his voice was nothing more than a whisper, a bittersweet hiss from which Jimin squirmed:“I said: count!”

Jimin whimpered, murmured “one” while Yoongi continued to stroke every inch of his ass. It almost felt comforting; the way Yoongi worshipped and praised his ass without actually saying a single word. Jimin closed his eyes, sighed at the touch and for a moment he actually forgot about the circumstances, felt himself loosening up within the firm grip of Yoongi’s hands, his knees pressing into Jimin’s stomach region. He didn’t mind, though. And it almost was comforting.

The next slap came unexpectedly and fast and Jimin stumbled over the “two”, hands gripping the sheets to grab hold, to not just jump at the pain, at the heat flooding his body, making him squirm and whimper.

It’s only been two and he surely shouldn’t feel aroused by the contrast of Yoongi’s touches. How he treated Jimin like the most precious thing on earth - “You’re such a good boy, aren’t you? Always so good for daddy” and “You’ve done so so good” - and in the next moment he reminded him of how bad he was - “Get over my knee” and “Watch your mouth” and the way it did shouldn’t feel so good, so pleasing. But Jimin keened for Yoongi’s touch. Wanted him to go on. The pain was stinging but Jimin could feel the way he ached for friction. The way he’d felt his cock hardening the moment Yoongi had pulled down his pants - he had worn those lacy blueish ones Yoongi loved seeing on him (he had said that he loved the contrast and even more the way they grazed Jimin’s ass) -, had revealed the handle of the light coloured buttplug and had ordered him to count with every spank. He knew Yoongi wouldn’t stop until they had reached the ten. He would have to take some more. Jimin knew it. And he also knew he’d been a bad boy so it was only fair; that his daddy punished him. Still it was probably Jimin’s favorite punishment.

This time Yoongi didn’t soothe the pain with lovely kneads but raised his hand again. Jimin cleared his throat until he choked out:“Three”.

He could feel the heat deep down in his belly, the urge to just shift, to move his hips the slightest to get some friction. Because maybe the ache in his cock was more painful than the firm slaps and he wanted it to go away. To just roll his hips one single time. But he knew Yoongi would be angry with him. He surely would tell him that he was a bad boy and that he didn’t deserve to cum - even though the spanking was punishment enough (whereas it was a matter of argument whether spanking actually counted as a punishment since Jimin seemed to enjoy it that much which he shouldn’t - anyway he couldn’t help it).

Jimin grabbed the sheets harder, pressed his thighs intuitively together to stop himself from shifting. He didn’t want to provoke Yoongi any more. He wanted to be good for him, wanted him to praise him later for being so good and worshipping the way he looked in those panties because he loved how Yoongi’s voice got all warm and soothing whenever those words rolled off his pinkish lips that Jimin would love to kiss. He would be good.