My STD Coach: Yoonmin

XV

Yoongi pulls the car over and parks on the side of an abandoned dirt road.

"Jimin. Stop." He holds my wrists in his hands as he tries to stop my attacks.

"Come on! Just a little." I protest. I need something, I'm a grown man in need of a good fuck.

"Control yourself, Jimin. You're better than that." He pushes me back.

"Fuck this." I open the car door and walk out on the gravel road. Yoongi gets out of the car and grabs me before I can go any farther.

"Let me go, Yoongi!" I struggle in his grip.

"Stop running, Jimin." He grabs my waist, pulling me back towards the car. I kick and punch him as he drags me back to the car.

I break free from his grip once we reach the hood of the car.

"Calm down, Jimin." Yoongi shakes me by my shoulders. In that moment, I cease my opportunity.

Grabbing his neck, I pull Min Yoongi's face to mine. Our lips connect fiercely.

I'd never expect it, but Yoongi kisses back. It's an aggressive kiss. My pent up frustrations surfacing and his pent up anger surfacing.

Entangling my fingers in his hair, our mouths move in sync.

My back clangs against the hood once he pushes me down. I'm not one to be pushed down, but this is somewhat exciting.

His hands trail up my shirt, leaving a burning sensation on my skin. He pinches my nipples and twists, sending a wave of pleasure through me. My legs squeeze his waist.

Breaking the kiss, he continues to twist my sensitive nipples.

"Jimin." He stares down at me with darkness clouding his eyes.

"Yes daddy?" I smirk but he twists my nipples even harder, making me moan.

"Stop the sexual jokes. Stop the desperation. I am your therapist, not your little plaything." Yoongi growls. For the first time, he looks angry. I guess he can show some emotions.

"But, you kissed back." I lean close to his face. I know he wants me, I'm irresistible. And I want him, can't tell you why; I just do.

"Let's do it. I'll be the bottom." I grab his collar and pull him closer to me by wrapping my legs around his waist. "We can do it right here on the hood."

"You never learn." He shakes his head.

"Who cares?"

"I do." He removes himself from my body. "We need to go home, Jimin."

"Great. Another month of nothing." I jump off the hood onto the dirt road. "At least I'm not hooking up with a stripper." I pout.

Honestly, since that whole simulation with Athena, I haven't hooked up with anyone. That was like four months ago and that's four months of no sex.

"Keep it that way."

"Fuck you, Yoongi. You good for nothing therapist." I glare at him.

Yoongi grabs me by my arm and pulls me to him.

"Ow!" A sharp pain spreads on my ass. He slapped my ass. Not once in my whore ass life has anyone slapped my ass. I'm usually the one to do all of the slapping.

I like it.

"I am not good for nothing." He glares at me.

"You're mad? Do it again." I put his hand on my butt.