They've barely walked off stage after finishing their final performance when Jimin feels a strong grip around his wrist, tugging him away from the others and down a short corridor into an area full of unused dressing rooms.
He knew as soon as the stylist handed him those gorgeously tight, ripped skinny jeans exactly what was going to happen after the performances came to an end. He lets Yoongi lead him into an empty room, shuts the door behind him; and before he can take in anything else, Jimin is spun around and slammed against the wall.
Yoongi's eyes are dark and hooded, his brown hair matted to his forehead with sweat as his hot stare burns into Jimin's.
"H-hyung-"
"Don't even think about talking," Yoongi growls, hands coming to cage Jimin in, pressed against the wall on either side of his flushed face.
"You knew exactly what you were doing to me out there, didn't you?" Yoongi hisses, leaning in close, nipping at the plump pillow of Jimin's lower lip, "You knew you were driving hyung insane - rolling your hips and slut dropping like the little needy attention whore you are."
Jimin inhales a shaky breath, doing his best not to let his knees give as Yoongi's words send electric shocks racing down his spine, heat curling in his belly, his cock twitching in his very ripped jeans.
One of Yoongi's hands moves round to wrap around his throat, squeezing firmly, stare burning and voice unforgiving. "Did baby want to put on a show? Did he want to tease his daddy so he'd get nice good fuck, hmm?"
Jimin nods, in no position to argue.
"It's a good thing Daddy wants to fuck you open with his cock until you can't even remember your name, then, isn't it sweetheart?" Yoongi's grip tightens around his neck.
"Y-yes," Jimin gasps, his jeans uncomfortably tight as his dick hardens considerably from Yoongi's promise - and the knowledge that Yoongi will fulfill it, too. Jimin knows well enough that as much power as Yoongi loved to wield over Jimin during their sexual encounters - and as much as Jimin enjoys submitting to him, Yoongi could never say no to his baby, to his Jimin.
Yoongi smirks before moving the hand wrapped around Jimin's neck to the back of his head, tangling his fingers into Jimin's locks and forcing him to meet his mouth in a hot wet kiss - Jimin's hands clutching onto the hem of his sweat-soaked shirt for dear life.
Yoongi nips at his lower lip with a low growl, pulling back a little to admire Jimin's already fucked-out expression, his eyes hazy and his lips red, swollen and glossy with saliva. "How does my baby want it, hm?"
He gives Jimin a moment to catch his breath, Jimin's chest already heaving as he tries to ground himself - feeling himself slipping.
Yoongi is patient, waiting until Jimin meets his eyes and nodding to encourage him to voice his desires.
"Will you - oh, um, please... can you - would you - fuck me... against the wall?" Jimin shamelessly begs, voice trembling as Yoongi's eyes darken considerably.
"As you wish," Yoongi leans in to kiss him once more, tongue languidly stroking over the younger's as Jimin melts against him.
He helps Jimin out of his shirt and they both hurry to rid themselves of their clothes - until Jimin is standing with his face to the wall, back arching to present his full, round asscheeks to Yoongi's appreciative gaze.
"You know, baby, those jeans didn't even do you justice," there are large warm hands playing with the flesh of Jimin's thighs, toying with the muscles there and making him whimper with need, "Such beautiful thighs, baby. They look so good tensing and trembling as I fuck you, hard, just how you like it."
