Summary:
jimin falls apart between the strain in his arms and yoongi's mouth ghosting over his skin.
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Jimin's cock twitches, breathing laboured, the blindfold secured over his eyes shifting up just enough that Jimin can peek from the underside. Yoongi's hovering over him, deft fingers stroking over Jimin's nipples. A sharp pinch has him crying out, vibrator shifting deeper inside of him.
"H-hyung," Jimin rasps, jolt running up his spine when Yoongi ups the vibrator speed. It's pressed right against his prostate, pleasure turning to pain and Jimin can barely think straight, right on the edge. Yoongi nuzzles Jimin's neck, hot breath ghosting over Jimin's over-heated skin. A hand wraps around Jimin's neck, thumb smoothing over skin and Jimin's shivering in anticipation, worked into over drive.
"What's wrong, Jiminnie?" Yoongi breathes, fingers tightening around Jimin's neck just slightly, but Jimin's hands grip the thick rope tying his wrists to the bedframe all the same, body tense.
"Wanna come, hyung," Jimin slurs, the ache in his cock so painful now that he's not sure even a cock ring can keep him from coming. "Please..."
"Not yet," Yoongi murmurs into his skin, mouth trailing over Jimin's collarbones, feather light. Jimin wants friction, wants to feel Yoongi grind his hips down against Jimin's but Yoongi trails a finger up Jimin's length, sighing as Jimin shivers. "Only good boys get rewarded."
Jimin is about to insist he's been good, that he didn't come until Yoongi said it was okay when Yoongi had four fingers inside him, fucking him into oblivion, but Yoongi's fingers are tightening around his neck. Jimin can breathe but it's strained, heat pooling in his gut. His hips jerk off the bed, ass squeezing around the vibrator Yoongi's pushed inside, whining too loud, tears clinging to his lashes.
"Can't, hyung, please," Jimin begs, wrists chafed and aching. The strain in his arms burns as he shifts, sucking in air greedily. "Hyung."
"You're so pretty when you beg, Jimin," Yoongi compliments, finger easing up on Jimin's throat and Jimin, thankful, still whines at the loss, blinking away tears. He presses a kiss to Jimin's jaw, thumb settled over Jimin's adam's apple as he trails kisses down Jimin's neck. The vibrator's not as intense anymore, dulling down and Jimin can feel the quiver in his arms travel down to his legs.
"Hyung," Jimin starts again, sobbing when Yoongi licks over Jimin's nipple, sucking it into his mouth, tongue swirling around the hardened nub. Yoongi's nails rake over Jimin's throat, teeth rolling Jimin's nipples between them. Jimin's toes curl, mouth trembling as he pleads, "H-hurts, hyung. Please, I -- ah, can't, I can't."
Yoongi pauses, nose tracing up the center of Jimin's chest. The touch is barely there, the kind that drives Jimin crazy with desperation. "Do you want to stop?"
"N-no," Jimin answers, biting back a moan as Yoongi kisses him, tongue dipping into Jimin's parted mouth. He pulls back slowly, Jimin's bottom lip caught between his teeth, tugging hard but not hard enough. Jimin can feel the smirk pressed against his mouth, Yoongi's hand wrapping around Jimin's cock, slowly jerking Jimin off, and it's too much, Jimin's entire body strung so tight, so desperate.
"Fuck, please, please," Jimin gasps, head falling back against the pillow, back arching upward into Yoongi's hands and Yoongi's just littering kisses down Jimin's neck, teeth scraping against Jimin's pecks, digging deeper. He rubs his thumb over the head of Jimin's cock, pressing into the slit and Jimin's sobbing, tears spilling past his eyes, orgasm wracking through him, body falling slack as he gasps back down, cock still hard. It hurts, and Jimin can't help the way he cries out Yoongi's name, despondent.
