sparkle [p.jm x j.jk]

baby

*omfg i cant write smut to save my life help*

"Jiminie, I've missed you," Yoongi whispered into Jimin's ear while wrapping his arms around the slightly smaller boy's chest. Jimin leaned backwards laughing, his sweet smell wafting around the hugging boys. Picking Jimin up, Yoongi strided over to the soft, silk sofa in the corner of the purple lit room.

"Y'know, you looked sexy tonight, I could barely keep my hands off you." Yoongi said huskily, nibbling on Jimin's ear and caressing his thighs. Jimin blushed, melting into his touch already beginning to breathe heavily - it was always in moments where Jimin got excited or emotional that his body acted up.

Biting his lip, Yoongi pulled Jimin onto his lap in a straddle position, placing kisses across his bare chest and up to his neck. He sucked on the skin softly, leaving purple bruises to which Jimin moaned in response. Silencing Jimin's cries, Yoongi brought Jimin's face closer and kissed his full, pink lips. Jimin ran his hands through his silky hair, leaning further into the kiss, deepening it - they fought for control, Yoongi eventually winning and Jimin falling into submission.

A shiver ran through Jimin, feeling the fire of the affection while Yoongi slid off his own leather jeans, exposing his hardened cock. Jimin crouched down on the carpeted floor, looking up at Yoongi's hungry eyes innocently. Licking the tip, Jimin purred at the taste, precum dripping down.

Wrapping his mouth around, Jimin began to move his head back and forth resulting in throaty moans from the younger. He licked a stripe across Yoongi's dick and continued sucking. Yoongi was a moaning mess under Jimin's touch, screaming 'I-I'm close' just as he released into his mouth. Jimin looked up at Yoongi and swallowed the cum, licking up the rest on Yoongi's stomach. He shivered, looking at Jimin once more who looked as sexy as ever.

"WHAT THE FUCKING HELL GUYS!" A voice called out behind them, easily recognised by both - Kim Namjoon. "I didn't hire you in my strip club to suck each other off and this was my final warning. Get out."

"W-what? No, I'm sorry Namjoon." Tears welling up in Jimin's eyes and his stutter appearing - as it did when he was afraid.

"I've told you both not to mess around with each other - at least not in my club.  You're lucky I even hired you with those looks." He spat at Jimin. Namjoon gave them a glare of disgust watching him plead.

"I-I'm really sorry Namjoon hyung, I swear it won't happen again. Oh God, I really need this job, please."

"Well fucking hell, even with your looks you're the most demanded dancer so I'll let you off. Your going to have to work a shit load of unpaid overtime for this, you fucker." Namjoon turned on his heel, and left the dimly lit room.

Calling out behind him, he said "You little bitch owe me. Follow." Yoongi kissed Jimin's head softly attempting to comfort him, to which Jimin put on a brave face, despite knowing what was to come.

Jimin walked along the dark corridors of the strip club, where often he had been fucked against the wall - by whoever wanted to. Knocking the wooden door of his office, Jimin shivered, his revealing clothes proving not to be the most comfy.

"Enter."

He stared at his black boots, shuffling into the room, knowing that making eye contact with Namjoon will infuriate him. Jimin heard the sound of Namjoon's shoes clicking against the wooden floor, stopping behind him.

"Count, you motherfucker." Namjoon said roughly, as he hit Jimin's ass with a whip. Tears welled up in Jimin's eyes as a red and purple bruise formed a stripe, he stuttered out a quiet one, continuing to count up till 10.