Sinner

Jimin

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     How fucking lucky am I? Like, really? I was sent here as punishment but rooming with Yoongi is like a dream come true. Sure, I'm sorta dating Hoseok but we never made anything official. And Yoongi is just so...I want him. Nuff said.
     I hate that he's so skittish around me, though. I'll have to be a good boy and get on his good side. Work his guard down before I pounce. How can I not? I mean...he's only human after all. Surely I can break his walls down and get close to him eventually.
      I don't care if he's gay or straight or nonsexual at all which seems to be the case. What if he's never experienced anything sexual? I bet he's never even masterbated...holy shit. I can be the one to show him. I'll gladly suck him down my throat until he screams my name and the Holy Spirit. Fuck...the images.
      "You okay? You look spaced out?" My dream man in question asks softly. I clear my throat and cross my legs to hide my erection, nodding.
     "I'm fine. Just tired. It's so fucking early." I pout.
      He frowns in disapproval at my language and I hold back the eye roll. Right...his good side.
      "Jimin...please don't talk like that."
     "I'm sorry. I'll refrain myself more in the future." I smile widely, trying to appear as innocent as possible.
      He smiles, reassured. Too easy. I watch silently as Yoongi finishes getting ready. God, how can one look so damn sexy in a fucking black priest's uniform? I wonder what he wears under it..

"Are you going to be gone long?" I ask, my voice coming out a little whiney.
He frowns, fixing his cuffs. "Um, I'm not too sure but while I'm gone, you'll be hanging out with all the other kids around here." He explains.
I perk up. "I thought we had to stick with our mentors all the time?"
"Well...I suppose usually you do but where I have my own training wit father Kim, I have to go. I trust you'll make good choices. It'll only be a couple hours I'm sure then we'll do something." He smiles.
I bite my lip to stop the dirty thoughts from spilling out of my mouth. Don't do something, do me please.
"Okay." I pout as he gives me a little wave then disappears out the door. Groaning, I throw myself back on my bed only to get a thought. He'll be gone for a long time...I'll be alone here...
Smirking, I get up and throw myself on his bed, burying my face in his pillow and smelling his scent. Moaning, I continue breathing him in all over his sheets while my hand snakes under my body to rub my aching dick.
I want to bathe in his sexy scent. I want to leave myself all over his things. With this thought in mind, I kick off my shorts and shirt until I'm naked in his bed. I begin stroking myself, imagining him on top of me, riding me hard. Fuck...
I don't even give a fuck who tops. Me or him. I just want him any way I am get him. I think he's a total top and I love it but I wouldn't mind showing him a thing or two if he needs direction.
I think of how good he'd feel inside me and clench my inner walls in pleasure as I slip a finger inside my ass. Gasping loudly, I arch my body off the bed as I scream out my release, cumming all over myself and his sheets.
My breath leaves me in harsh hot pants as my sweaty chest pounds. A lump forms in my throat at the fact that it's all just a dream for me. Realistically I may never get to have this man and it kills me. I want him so fucking bad like I need air to breath.
I close my eyes and let my body slowly relax, coming down from my high. I'm jostled out of my pleasurable haze, though, when someone knocks on the door.
"Shit!" Panicking, I quickly slip my clothes back on and fix his sheets back, spraying cologne on me and the air to stifle the musky smell of sex. "Coming!" Or, well, I already did but whatevs.
"It's me!" Hoseok's voice echoes and I smile. Opening the door, he immediately pulls me into a tight hug and smothers my lips and face with sloppy kisses. I kiss him back just as desperately. Needing human touch besides my own.
    He pulls back. "I know Yoongi had to leave for training with my mentor so I figured now'd be a good time to spend some quality time together." He winks suggestively and I smirk, pulling him down onto my still unmade bed.
     He plops down and groans. "I missed you last night, Jiminie."
     I climb into his lap and rub his shoulders. "Me too." Not totally a lie. What can I say? He's good at fucking.
      He eyes me suspiciously. "My hyung hasn't made you uncomfortable or anything has he? He's a freak." He huffs.
       My eyes widen. "N-no. He's been really nice actually."
      He looks back at me skeptically. "Wow. Maybe he likes you. He's usually so judgmental."
      I frown and fidget with his collar. "M-maybe he's just like that with you because you're his brother..." I suggest.
      He scoffs, rolling his eyes, before flipping me over and holding my arms hostage above my head. "Whatever. He's a douche and I hate him. I should fuck you in his bed just to be an ass." He snorts.
     I glare up at him. "And I'd be the one to get in trouble." I remind him.
     Sighing, he nuzzles my neck. "Right. Sorry. I'd hate to see you get punished by my hyung. He can be rough." He says innocently all the while I'm picturing him punishing me. Oh holy fuck yes please. The rougher the better.
      I moan as Hoseok grinds his hips into mine, need once more building inside me. He chuckles in my ear. "Someone's horny for dick, hm?" He sucks on neck while trailing his hands over every inch of my body under my clothes.
      I help him remove them hastily and wrap my thighs around his, rutting against his body. My hole clenching on air begging to be filled.
     He groans, his saliva drenching my mouth as our tongues battle for more. With my eyes closed I can't help but imagine a different Min above me. A black haired saint dressed in a fucking black suit made to kill me with swag.
    My dick pulses and leaks as Hoseok unzips his pants to fill me. Just as he lines himself up, however, we both freeze when the door handle jiggles and suddenly my room is filled with bright sunlight.
    Peaking over Hoseok's shaking form, I gasp in shock and guilt as Yoongi's completely shocked and disgusted face comes into view.
      Oh god no. Not right now. Why? Why this second?! I push Hoseok off me and he gathers himself while I toss my blanket over my body, covering myself from head to toe. My head swims as angry voices ring out much too loud around me and I vaguely notice Hoseok being kicked out of the room. When I look up again, I only see Yoongi's back as he turns away from me, disapproval radiating off him in waves. Shame washes over me.
      I swallow back the lump in my throat. "I'm so-"
      "I hadn't realized you meant much more when you said you and my brother were friends." His lips twist in a sarcastic smile. "Look, Jimin...I don't think I can be your mentor."
     My eyes widen. "No! Please! I'm sorry. It won't happen again." I plead.
      He shakes his head. "I don't believe you and I have no reason to. I think this isn't going to work." He turns as if to leave so I reach out and clutch his sleeve, desperate.
     "Punish me!" I blurt out.
      He frowns. "W-what?"
      "The way you would be punished...I want you to discipline me since I've done something wrong. You have my permission to do anything you have to but please don't leave." I beg, not even knowing what I'm saying.
      He looks away for several long moments. I'm sure he's going to just tell me to fuck off.
      Finally he meets my upset gaze. "Alright. Meet me in the church in an hour. You'll receive appropriate punishment there." He turns and walks back out of the door.
     I shiver from the coldness of his voice. He's going to...punish me. Oh fuck me. I hope I can really handle this. I hope he can as well. Perhaps he'll be the one to tame me...maybe.