Yoonmin Smut

Yoongi was asleep, and Jimin was horny.

“Yoongi,” Jimin whined, crawling onto his boyfriend’s body. He was sleeping without the covers, allowing Jimin to completely wrap his arms around his waist and press his cheek against his shirtless chest.

“Sleeping,” Yoongi mumbled shortly, not even opening his eyes.

“But I wanna do something,” Jimin whined.

“Jimin. Sleeping,” Yoongi snapped.

Jimin frowned.

Well, if he wanted to be like that, fine.

Jimin sat up with a huff, now straddling his snoring boyfriend. He glared down at him, and suddenly an idea popped into mind.

With a mischievous smile, Jimin slid down Yoongi's body, stopping once he was seated comfortably on his legs.

He bent over and placed a soft kiss on Yoongi's boxers, right over his dick.

Yoongi didn't even move.

Jimin’s eyes narrowed.

This time, the kiss was a little more wet. Jimin flattened his tongue against the bulge in Yoongi's boxers, wetting the thin fabric significantly.

“Jimin,” Yoongi grunted.

“Yes?” Jimin asked, smiling angelically against his boyfriend's dick.

Yoongi voice sounded more annoyed than anything else. “We can do this when I wake up.”

Jimin felt annoyance flare up inside of him. Seriously ? That was it?

Time to turn up the heat a little bit.

Jimin’s fingers slipped beneath the waistband of Yoongi's boxers. He inched the clothing off quickly, knowing if he moved too slowly Yoongi might reach down and stop him.

“What are-- fuck .” Yoongi’s eyes finally opened as Jimin took his dick fully into his mouth.

Jimin smirked triumphantly, pleased at the reaction.

“Jimin.” His voice was strained as he glanced down at his boyfriend with hooded eyes. He was clenching his jaw. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Jimin released his dick, grinning. “Oh, I'm sorry, did I wake you?”

Yoongi's eyes flashed with something dark. An all too familiar persona took over him then, as he set his shoulders and sat up, looking at Jimin like he was in for a world of hurt. A chill ran down Jimin’s spine as he became giddy with excitement.

Finally .

“Get off of me,” Yoongi snapped, his voice harsh and commanding.

Fuck yes.

Jimin scrambled off of him eagerly, standing by the bedside patiently as Yoongi sat up and pulled his boxers back on.

His boyfriend glared at him.

“You couldn't wait ten fucking minutes to get some dick, could you?” he snapped.

Jimin lowered his head, as was his role, but shame was far from what he felt. His toes tingled with excitement at the anger in Yoongi's voice. He was going to be punished for sure.

He couldn't wait.

“Get on your knees,” Yoongi demanded.

Jimin immediately kneeled by the edge of the bed, looking expectantly up at his boyfriend for his next command.

Yoongi shifted so he was sitting on the edge of the bed. He spread his knees and raised an eyebrow.

“You wanted to suck my dick so badly. Go ahead,” he said.

Jimin furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. He was just...giving him what he wanted?

Yoongi sighed impatiently. “Come on . Don't keep me waiting.”

Still hesitant, Jimin crawled closer and sat between Yoongi's legs. Just like before, he pulled down his boxers, anticipation pricking his palms as his boyfriend’s huge dick sprung out, slightly hard.

He looked up at him, still a little confused.

Yoongi merely smiled at him. “Go ahead.”

Jimin looked back at his dick and licked his lips. Finally, he lowered his head and took it into his mouth, quickly bobbing down the length of it, eager to lick every inch.

Yoongi grunted with satisfaction, but was otherwise silent for the most part. For a few minutes, it was a normal blowjob, with Jimin hollowing his cheeks and tongueing the tip of Yoongi's dick, the way he knew he liked it.

It was after these few moments of normalcy that the curiously finally grew to be too much for Jimin. This was all too normal, too easy .

He began pulling back, ready to demand to know why Yoongi was going easy on him.

Just before he released the last inch in his mouth, sharp pain prickled his skull.

Yoongi had grabbed his hair, holding him in place.

“Mm, where do you think you're going?” he asked casually.

Without warning, he shoved Jimin forward, forcing him to deepthroat his entire cock.

Jimin looked up with wide eyes, gagging.

Yoongi smirked down at him. “You wanted my cock down your throat, right, baby? You wanted it so badly. I'm just giving you what you want.”

His grip loosened a tiny bit and Jimin took advantage of the slight release by pulling off a tiny bit. His cheeks still bulged, but at least he wasn't choking anymore.

“Mph,” he mumbled, unable to speak around Yoongi's cock.

“God, I love making you shut up by shoving my dick in your mouth,” Yoongi sighed. He yanked Jimin down again, forcing more of his length down his throat.

Jimin gagged audibly, choking. His eyes were wide, his hands clenching Yoongi's thighs so tightly they’d surely leave bruises.

Yoongi held him in place for 3...5...10...15 seconds, until Jimin felt close to blacking out. He was slapping Yoongi's thighs, desperate for release. His boyfriend ignored him.

Finally, Yoongi’s fingers relaxed their deathly grip on his hair, allowing him to pull off.

Jimin gasped once his mouth was free, spit dribbling down his chin. His relief was short lived, as Yoongi grabbed him by the chin and led him right back to his hardening dick.

“Come on, baby,” he murmured, his voice velvety and mocking. “You wanted this, right? You wanted to gag on my cock like the little slut you are.”

Jimin whimpered as Yoongi pressed the tip of his dick against his lips. He kept his mouth firmly closed. His resistance only made his boyfriend grin, finding it amusing.

“You're only making it harder for yourself,” Yoongi chided, clicking his tongue. His fingers entwined in Jimin’s hair again, pushing his face forward, while the other hand grabbed his jaw and pried it open by forcing a few fingers into his mouth.

“ ‘m thowy,” Jimin whimpered around his fingers, looking desperately up at his boyfriend.

His apologies fell onto deaf ears as Yoongi fingers slipped out, to be quickly replaced with his cock.

Yoongi thrusted his cock in and out, brutally fucking Jimin’s mouth while one hand on the back of his head kept him firmly in place. Spit dribbled down Jimin’s chin as he choked, his throat feeling raw. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes.

“Ah, Jimin,” Yoongi groaned, his eyes fluttering closed. “Fuck, I'm gonna...I'm coming.”

Jimin grunted, still unable to speak around his mouthful of dick.

“Don't pull off,” Yoongi scolded as Jimin tried to move back. “You're gonna swallow for me.”

Jimin's eyes widened and more tears slipped out.

He hated swallowing, and Yoongi knew that.

His boyfriend thrusted roughly into his mouth one more time before orgasming with a shudder. His body spasmed, hips rocking forward and forcing his cock down Jimin’s throat as he came.

Jimin swallowed his cum as much as he could, the sticky liquid shooting down his throat and settling uneasily into the pit of his stomach.

But it was hard to swallow it as quickly as it shot out, and some of it began dribbling down his chin.

Yoongi pulled out with a groan, opening his eyes.

He clicked his tongue in disapproval. “I thought I told you to swallow.”

Jimin was panting, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He could feel cum and saliva still dripping down his chin.

“I...I’m sorry,” he said breathlessly. “I couldn't--”

“I told you to swallow, not to give me some bullshit excuse, Jimin,” Yoongi said darkly, grabbing him roughly by his chin. He looked down at him with a disappointed frown.

Jimin felt his heart clench. “I-I’m sorry, I tried--”

“Tried isn't good enough,” Yoongi interrupted, still frowning. “Now we’re just gonna have to start all over, aren't we?”

Jimin whimpered, the thought of another blowjob making his already raw throat burn. “N-no, please--”

“Complaining?” Yoongi asked, raising his eyebrows. “Park Jimin, are you complaining?”

Jimin looked down, feeling his face flush. “N-no, of course not, I just--”

“Of course you're not,” Yoongi continued. “Because my cock stuffed down your throat is a blessing, right?”

He didn't actually want Jimin to respond, because he was squeezing his cheeks and lips so hard between his fingers that Jimin looked like a fish.

Jimin whimpered.

“You're a little slut for my cock, right?” he continued, his voice silky and dark and degrading. His fingers tightened. Jimin was sure his face was beginning to bruise.

Jimin nodded helplessly.

“And you want me to fill you up with my cum until you can't breathe, right?” Yoongi continued, smiling darkly.

Jimin whimpered again, wanting to shake his head but too fearful of what such an action would bring.

“ Right ?” Yoongi demanded harshly.

He nodded helplessly.

“Good,” Yoongi muttered, and without any further torment he dropped his hand from Jimin’s mouth and slipped his cock back into his plump, bruised lips.

Jimin whimpered around his dick, which made Yoongi coo.

“Look at you crying for my cum, baby,” he praised. “Such a good little slut for me.”

Jimin’s chest swelled from the praise, and he tried his best to bob down the length of the cock as much as he could, but his throat was still raw and painful.

“That's a good boy,” Yoongi cooed, stroking the hair at the back of Jimin’s neck. “Just like that...ah, fuck yes, Jimin. I'm...close.”

With a grunt and a quick stutter of his hips, Yoongi came again. Jimin jerked with surprise at the lack of warning, almost releasing his dick. Yoongi tightened his grip on the back of his neck, keeping him in place.

Tears started streaming down his cheeks as Jimin forced himself to swallow the huge amount of cum coming out of his boyfriend’s dick. He cringed at the salty taste, at the sticky feeling it left down his throat, at the gross sloshing he felt in his stomach.

With a content sigh, Yoongi pulled his slick dick, dripping with saliva, out of Jimin’s mouth.

Jimin coughed, his expression miserable as he leaned his forehead against Yoongi's knee, panting.

“P-please,” he begged. “No more.”

“No more?” Yoongi said, his voice coated with false concern. “Aw, baby, but you wanted more, remember? You wanted my cock so badly.”

Jimin whimpered, gripping his thighs tightly. “I'm sorry, Yoongi. Please, I-I can't swallow anymore, a-and my throat hurts--”

“Your throat hurts,” Yoongi exclaimed, laughing darkly. “Baby, look at me.”

Jimin looked up slowly, his lower lip quivering.

“Angel.” Yoongi stroked a strand of hair out of his eyes, and for a split second, Jimin thought maybe, just maybe , his boyfriend would show mercy.

“I don't care about your throat,” Yoongi said flatly, his eyes glinting.

Jimin’s heart dropped, any shred of hope instantly shattering.

“I'm going to fuck your face until your throat is raw and bleeding, do you understand?” His voice was quiet, but dark. “Until your lips are bruised and dripping with my cum. Until you're crying and begging me to stop.”

Jimin felt like all of that was already happening.

“P-Please,” he pleaded. “I-I can't swallo--”

“Well let’s test that, shall we?” His boyfriend grinned darkly.

Jimin didn't even bother fighting this time as the tip of Yoongi’s dick prodded open his lips.

He didn't have the energy to suck or lick, so he sat there and allowed Yoongi to have his way with him. The older man thrusted in and out roughly. He was already so hard after coming twice, and it didn't take much for him to cum a third time.

Jimin barely managed to swallow half of the sticky liquid this time, sitting there helplessly and allowing what he couldn't consume to drip down his chin and neck.

Yoongi watched him with hooded eyes, reaching a hand up to stroke the side of his face.

He wiped a few tears away with his thumb. “You look so pretty, baby, with my cum all over your face,” he murmured huskily.

Jimin whimpered, half-sobbing with his dick still firmly placed in his mouth.

“Shh,” Yoongi soothed. He swiped another trickle of tears from his cheek. “There there, baby, just like that. Look at you crying for me. Shh, yes angel, just like that. Look at my cum all over your pretty little face. You want me to take my dick out of your pretty little mouth now?”

Jimin nodded, sobbing silently.

“Are you gonna be a good boy, now?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

He nodded furiously up and down.

With a soft hum, Yoongi slid his dick out.

Jimin’s jaw slackened, his lips parting with a sigh of relief. He sat there, breathing heavily, his shoulders slumped.

“You feel okay, baby?” Yoongi murmured, stroking his cheek.

Jimin nodded mutely. His tongue felt heavy with cum, too solidified and weak for him to talk yet.

“Good boy,” Yoongi praised softly. “You're such a good boy for me, aren't you?”

He smiled a little. The action hurt, because his lips and cheeks were still aching, but it made Yoongi beam.

“Are you ready to take daddy’s dick?” he cooed. “Are you ready for daddy to fuck you until you can't move, baby?”

Jimin’s bones liquefied at the thought of such pleasure. “Y-yes,” he forced out weakly. His voice was hoarse and scratchy, but aubdile nonetheless. “Please, daddy.”

“Before I do that, we need to finish your punishment,” Yoongi continued softly. “You're going to swallow three more times for me, understand, baby?”

Jimin felt his heart stop.

“N-no,” he stammered, tears welling up in his eyes. “P- please , I can't--”

“What's that, baby?” Yoongi grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking his head up forcefully. Jimin winced.

“ Please ,” he sobbed. “Please, I'm sorry for before, I'll be a good boy--”

“Aw, baby, but it's so fun ramming my cock down your tight little throat,” Yoongi murmured. His voice dripped with honey as he caressed his boyfriend’s cheek, but his eyes glittered with something dark. “I love watching you cry.”

Jimin was fully sobbing now. “Please, I can't ,” he pleaded.

Yoongi stroked a tear away. “You should have thought about that before you were a bad boy, angel.”

Without warning, he forced Jimin’s lips apart, thrusting in and out of his mouth quickly. He was no longer hard, no longer doing this for his own enjoyment.

Yoongi got off purely on Jimin’s tears now.

Jimin gagged, muffled moans of pain slipping out as his throat was rubbed raw. Soon a steady, salty stream of cum dripped down his throat, sliding into his stomach and settling there like slime.

Yoongi pulled out with a grunt. “Mm, good boy,” he praised, ruffling his like he was a dog. “You barely spilled any that time.”

Jimin gazed weakly up at him. “P-please,” he whispered brokenly. “Please, daddy.”

“What is it, baby?” he teased, knowing exactly what he wanted. Jimin felt like crying. He knew Jimin’s throat must be killing him, knew it was hard to speak. This was all just a game.

Even so, Jimin kept going, blindly hoping maybe his desperate pleading could appeal to his merciless boyfriend.

“P-Please don't make me swallow,” he wept. “I-I can suck , I’ll suck as long as you want, just please--”

“Baby, just three more times,” the elder reassured him. “You're doing so well, doing such a good job.”

Jimin’s eyes widened. “N- no , you said three more times, l- last time, now it should be t-two--”

“That was before I saw how beautiful you looked with my cock wrapped around your pretty little lips, baby,” Yoongi praised sweetly.

Jimin couldn't do this anymore, he couldn't. He tried to push away from Yoongi, but his boyfriend grabbed his wrists and held him firmly in place. Jimin was too weak to fight back so he simply gazed up at him, sobbing.

“Daddy, please, no,” he cried.

“Open wide, angel,” he cooed.

And so it continued.

Three times turned into four, which became five, until Jimin was literally nothing but a mess of cum and saliva and tears. He was hardly able to see because he was crying so hard, sobbing and clinging to Yoongi knees as he begged him to stop.

Yoongi stroked his hair as his boyfriend laid his head in his lap, sobbing.

“You're such a good boy, baby,” he reassured him softly. “You did so well.”

Jimin sniffled, not lifting his head. His voice was quiet and scratchy. “I...I did?”

“Of course you did!” Yoongi exclaimed, smiling as he continued petting him. “You took daddy’s cock in your mouth so well, baby. And you swallowed his cum as much as you could. You're such a good boy.”

Jimin cried, his cheek pressed against Yoongi’s thigh. “I-I'm sorry for being a bad boy before, daddy.”

Yoongi kissed the top of his head, humming softly. “It's okay, baby. You're a good boy now. Such a good boy.”

Jimin finally raised his head, drying tear tracks on his cheeks. His entire face dripped with cum. “I am?” His voice was tiny.

Yoongi smiled, stroking his cheek. “You are. You're daddy’s good little boy, right?”

Jimin’s eyes shined with happiness and pride. “Yes, daddy,” he whispered, smiling as much as he could with his swollen lips. “I'm your good boy.”

Yoongi dropped a soft kiss on his lips. “I want my cum all over your face, baby. Can you do that for me?”

His boyfriend nodded eagerly, immediately grabbing Yoongi's dick and stroking it. Yoongi groaned, feeling it harden as Jimin expertly jerked him off.

“Ahh...fuck, baby, just like that...fuck yes, so close…you're so good baby, so good to me...slow down, angel, I want this to last...yeah, just like that...oh fuck, oh yes...yes, baby, yes...uh huh, ugh, yes...so close...oh, slower, go slower...come on…yes, fuck…ohh, just like that baby...yes baby...yes...baby, fuck...you're so good to me, so good to me baby...yes, oh fuck--” (ps. Cringe)

With a groan, Yoongi came. Jimin closed his eyes as the sticky liquid spurted all over him, dripping down his eyelids and coating his entire face.

“Good boy,” Yoongi cooed. “Look at you. Look how beautiful you look covered in daddy’s cum.”

Jimin opened his eyes and smiled a little. “Can you fuck me now, daddy?”

“Go get cleaned up now, and daddy will fuck you when you get back, okay?”

Jimin nodded eagerly, seeming to get a second wind as he jumped up and ran into the bathroom.

Yoongi watched him go, shaking his head and grinning.

His boyfriend was fucking adorable

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- notice that Yoongi loves Jimin , he was just punishing him . Nonetheless, kinda feel sorry for how disregarding Yoongi came off .