nights ; pjm + myg

NIGHTS.

warning; this some real kinky shit... u might wanna leave if you're not comfy w degradation, name calling, sadism/masochism... yoon is a pretty hard dom in this so don't say i didn't warn u xox

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somewhere in the depths of his chest, jimin knew they shouldn't have been doing this.

to clarify, this referred to him pressed against a wall, hands held above his head and yoongi's lips on his neck; and they shouldn't have been doing this because they were not only friends, but bandmates - in one of the biggest bands in the world. one slip up, one person catching them, and their careers were ruined, their reputations destroyed. but that also came with a certain thrill; maybe that was the appeal of it.

jimin knew that wasn't the case, though. the real appeal was how yoongi's eyes would darken with lust whenever jimin told him not to go easy on him, and how yoongi would always leave jimin all marked up, skin blooming with red and purple, just how he liked it, and-

"get on your knees, now."

-that. jimin had always had a weakness for voices, and yoongi's was one of the nicest he'd ever heard; deep and raspy and spoken in the back of his throat. it genuinely took jimin a fair amount of effort not to let out a whine when yoongi spoke in that commanding tone.

yoongi backed away from the wall and jimin dropped to his knees, slightly too eager, fingers playing with the belt loops of the elder's jeans before pulling them off of him, taking his underwear with them. a bead of precum gathered at the head of his cock and jimin licked it off, teasing him for a few seconds before properly taking him in his mouth. yoongi ran one hand into jimin's hair, tugging at the roots and eliciting a whimper from him.

"fuck, you look so pretty like this," yoongi said, voice low. jimin responded with a blush, wrapping his hand around where his mouth couldn't reach; yoongi grabbed it away. "c'mon babe, i know you can use your mouth better than that."

jimin whined around the elder's cock and yoongi bucked his hips, a low groan leaving his lips - fuck, jimin loved that sound. he took in more of yoongi, hoping to hear it again, letting the tip hit the back of his throat and gasping as the elder yanked his hair back even harder. yoongi jerked at the pleasure and let out a moan, beginning to thrust his hips into jimin's mouth; the younger spluttered, choking on his cock, grinding onto the fabric of his underwear, desperate for friction.

"mhm, fuck, you're so good, such a good slut for me," yoongi groaned, and jimin felt his own cock twitch slightly - he wouldn't admit it, but the name calling was another appeal. he reached under his jeans to touch himself, pumping his dick quickly as yoongi thrusted faster, quiet moans stifled by the elder's length.

a few minutes passed, moans becoming louder and more frequent, before yoongi pulled away. he stared at the younger boy for a moment, eyes wide and bottom lip glistening with drool, hair all messed up from yoongi's hand, before snapping out of it, eyes narrowing slightly.

"take off your clothes and sit on the bed." he ordered. jimin hastily undressed, yoongi's stare on him as he walked over to the bed. he followed jimin, pinning his hands down to the bedsheets and leaning closer to him, hot breath on his cheek.  "did i tell you to touch yourself?" he asked. silence. "c'mon then, it's not that fucking hard. did i tell you to or not?"

jimin shook his head, cock twitching slightly. "no,"

"then why did you?"