Jimin X BTS smut collection

You're My Poison

Author: Bangtan_Trashbag
Source: ao3
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Jimin hated Min Yoongi.

Or maybe hate was a bit too strong of a word; Jimin was the type of person that didn't use hate in their vocabulary very often, but he certainly disliked the older boy. He'd been basically ignored by Yoongi through most of their school years, but within the past year or two, something changed, and he ended up on the elder's radar. It started off small; he'd make teasing remarks towards Jimin just to see him blush before leaving him alone. Then it progressed to knocking his parchment and ink bottle off the tables just so Yoongi could laugh with his friend Hoseok as they both watched the boy bend over to pick them up. Eventually, the elder began to make physical contact, going out of his way to bump into Jimin in the halls, whether there was room for him to go around or not, playfully tugging at pieces of his clothing to see how the boy became flustered. Now, though, Yoongi had taken it a few steps further. He would outright take Jimin's things and refuse to give them back until Jimin gave him a kiss. It was downright frustrating! Why couldn't that Slytherin jerk just get bored already and move on to something else? It was driving Jimin crazy. The next time it happened, he was gonna give Min Fucking Yoongi a piece of his mind.

Jimin nodded firmly as he gave himself an internal pep talk, absently wandering towards the Great Hall to meet up with his fellow Hufflepuff and best friend, Taehyung. The two of them had plans to hang out down at the Quidditch pitch since Tae was adamant about watching his boyfriend, Jungkook, practice with his team, and Jimin knew he just wanted to drool over that sweaty muscle pig, but it was fine. Jungkook was a nice kid and Jimin had nothing better to do, besides trying to avoid Yoongi of course.

The Hufflepuff turned the final corner, thinking everything was going swell until he felt a sharp tug on his black and yellow scarf, bringing the boy swiftly to a halt. Jimin's head whipped around with a feeling of dread pooling in the pit of his stomach, wanting to curse the gods for his bad luck when his eyes landed on no other than the blonde terror himself. Jimin quickly dropped his gaze to the pale hand wrapped tightly around a loose end of his scarf, and he shuffled his feet nervously, licking the dryness from his lush lips.

"H-hyung? What do you want..." Jimin dared to peek at the slightly taller boy, noting Yoongi's feline eyes regarding him with lazy interest, a smirk forming on his doll-like lips. He twisted his hand in Jimin's scarf, wrapping the material around his fist to effectively draw the younger closer to him, leaning into his personal space unapologetically.

"What do you think I want, little Jiminie, mm?" Yoongi's deep, drawling tone melted down Jimin's spine, causing a shiver to ripple through him. It seemed just seconds ago he'd been bolstering himself to tell Yoongi where to stuff it and leave him alone, but now in the moment, all bravado had fled, leaving him standing on unstable ground. Perhaps even dislike was too strong of a word as well. Jimin knew he shouldn't, but he felt nervous around Yoongi in a way that wasn't just fear, but anticipation. This cat and mouse game they've been playing with each other for so long now was secretly thrilling, and something he could only admit when alone in his four-poster bed, in the middle of the night, with his small hand stroking at his cock in silence.

"I-I don't know, hyung." Jimin mumbled, unable to hold Yoongi's intense eye contact out of shyness. The elder tugged at the scarf again, making Jimin stumble forward a couple steps with a gasp, his eyes widening when Yoongi lifts his chin with a finger, forcing him to meet his gaze.

"I haven't gotten my kiss today, Minnie, so what I want is for you plant those luscious fucking lips on mine and let me have a taste. So, can you be a good boy, and give hyung his kiss?" Yoongi raised an eyebrow as he waited, eyes darkening to obsidian when the younger boy's cheeks stain a lovely shade of pink on his creamy skin. The Slytherin found his favorite prey so pretty, wanting to consume the boy whole to sate his ever-growing hunger.