Finding Bottom

Without Warning [M M M]

Jimin POV

I could not believe Yoongi's response of, "Why don't you just sit your pretty ass down while the grown up finishes his work." I realized I was tired of being kind and gentle with Yoongi. My emotions had been so raw over the past 24 hours, and the band that was pulled taut on my desires, holding them in check, snapped when Yoongi said that. I could no longer leash my hunger for him, or my need to dominate him. Before I was aware of my actions, I had pinned Yoongi against the wall, my hands slamming on either side of his head, and whispered, "shut your dirty mouth before I shut it for you."

"Make me." He mumbled out, not breaking eye contact.

I heard Yoongi's sassy response. He was so used to saying whatever was on his mind without repercussions and based on his expression I don't think he knew he said it. That's fine, this time there would be repercussions; I was going to teach him a lesson. "Oh, this is going to be fun, baby boy."

I licked a path from the dip between Yoongi's collarbones up his neck, over his chin, stopping right below his bottom lip. He let out a soft moan and shut his eyes just as I reached his lips. I felt his crotch pushing against me, and he was slightly moving from side to side to chase the friction he needed.

I was not satisfied with our position. I could not allow him to dictate how much contact or pleasure was allowed. I grasped Yoongi's shoulders, quickly pivoting them, shoving him onto the couch and laid on top of him. He must have been surprised because he gasped as he felt the couch below him and let out a little moan when I laid on top of him. Everything was happening so quickly, but I paused, locking eyes with Yoongi as my lips feathered over his and inhaled the earthy, sweet scent of the leather couch, allowing it to etch a memory that would forever be in my mind.

Then, I let myself to do what I wanted to do since practically the day we met. My mind clouded with lust, and without any further thought, I connected our lips while grinding down onto Yoongi. It was a short connection at first, but he reached up, lacing his fingers through the hair behind my neck, and pulled me down again. Both of our mouths open, tongues out; I could feel the electricity crackling around us.

I forced our kiss further, almost becoming aggressive; teeth clashing from the pressure of pushing my tongue to move around Yoongi's mouth as if searching for something. I finally moved back slightly, shifting my tongue out of his mouth to lick his bottom lip. I was gone, so lost in the desire and lust, no longer fully aware of what I was doing. I took that same lip gently between my teeth before applying pressure, growling to stop myself from fully biting down.

I released Yoongi's lip and left small kisses from his lips over to his left ear, then nibbling on the lobe before trailing kisses down the side of his neck, finally finding the spot where his neck meets his shoulder and biting down harshly, trying to replace the mark I had just noticed that Jaenan must have left there.

"Aaah, fuck." Yoongi moaned out.

I reluctantly removed my lips from Yoongi, but only long enough to say, "Mmm, baby boy, I love how your skin tastes," before trailing more kisses from his left shoulder over to his right, then up his neck, sucking on the spot just below his ear where blood was rushing through his artery. After I was satisfied that I left another mark, I licked the spot and blew some cool air on it to soften the hurt I assumed he was feeling. Smirking to myself, I realized the most pain he was feeling was probably in his pants, due to his agonizingly stiff erection, which I could feel pushing up against me. A couple of times he tried to buck up into me, but I knew what Yoongi was doing, and intentionally lifted my body every time he attempted to grind up.

Yoongi growled at me, I assume in frustration, and moved his hands, that had just been resting on my shoulders, down my back to grab my ass, pushing me down to rub our cocks together briefly, before I took control again. I shoved my hips down on Yoongi's, trying to keep them from moving so that I had time to reach behind me, grasp his hands and lift them over his head, holding his wrists down onto the arm of the couch. With a hard look in my eyes, I gruffly instructed, "No moving your hands. Don't make me tell you twice."