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this will be the last explicit sexy chapter until july sixth !!! (if there's anything that i think may be kinda debatable i will put it at the beginning of the chapter) lookin out for you guys, i am
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Yoongi sipped on his coffee and looked out of the window above his sink. It was early, probably too early to be awake but he was buzzing. His hands were shaking and his whole body seemed to be vibrating as the conversation he and Jin had had two days ago played over in his mind. He hadn't done anything to Jimin quite yet, mostly because Jimin was the type to say sorry a day late, and because Yoongi was the type to always forgive him, but this time is seemed as if Jimin was going to remain stubborn.

Yoongi heard the gentle padding of feet behind him and turned around to see Jimin, fully naked walking into the kitchen. At this point he was completely unfazed, for Jimin had refused to wear any type of clothing that might irritate his sunburn. Yoongi turned to walk out of the kitchen, and on his way he brought a hand down, flicked Jimin's dick lightly and patted his ass before leaving the kitchen, all while sipping his coffee nonchalantly.

Jimin let out a squeak of surprise and looked over his shoulder at Yoongi, but the older boy had already disappeared down the hall. Yoongi walked back to his room and busied himself with checking his email, forwarding invoices and periodically checking the time, just to see how long it will take Jimin to sneak into the room and cuddle up in his bed like he did every time Yoongi did work at home.

       Usually it took nearly twenty minutes, for Jimin would at least try to entertain himself for a little bit, but today it only took eight minutes before Jimin was padding into the room and crawling into Yoongi's bed. He sat criss cross applesauce, giving Yoongi a good view of Jimin's dick, if Yoongi chose to look. Normally Yoongi would look. Normally Yoongi would look and blush and Jimin would crawl into his lap with a smirk on his face. This time around Yoongi didn't give him the time of day and drank from his mug.

Yoongi could hear Jimin shifting, could see him star fishing out on the bed in an attempt to gain Yoongi's attention. Yoongi continued typing away at his computer, mostly just hitting random keys in an attempt to look busy. Jimin let out a disgruntled humph and turned over on the bed, and Yoongi let himself spare a glance at the younger boy. His ass was still unbelievably burnt, and it was around the time Jimin would normally ask him to rub more aloe on it. Maybe later.

       Yoongi turned back to his computer and Jimin flipped over, squirming up the bed so Yoongi could see him. He reached up and plopped two fingers in his mouth and used his free hand to tweak his nipples. Yoongi huffed and turned away.

       He heard the bed springs squeak as Jimin laid down, and Yoongi could see him adjusting pillows so he was propped up and he saw Jimin take a discarded one and drop it between his legs. Yoongi turned his face away from Jimin and started to absentmindedly doodle on a piece of paper while listening to Jimin's soft pants of breath casually increase until they stopped completely and Yoongi had to force himself not to glance over.

       "D-daddy." Jimin whimpered, hand reaching off the bed to pull at Yoongi's pajama pants. Yoongi collected himself and looked over at Jimin, cool expression on his face. He flicked his eyes down Jimin's body, taking in his swollen lips from where he had bit down on them, and his flushed dick laying hard against his stomach. The pillow Jimin had been grinding against was still clenched between his thighs, pre come smeared across the pillow case. "D-daddy, I need—"

       Jimin whimpered again and rutted against the pillow, one hand going up to play with his nipple while the other pulled restlessly at Yoongi's pants. Yoongi just watched him, unaffected, as Jimin slowly wrecked himself. "C-come play."

Yoongi shook his head and turned back to his work. "Babies that don't listen to their daddies don't get playtime." Yoongi said, reciting exactly what Jin had told him over the phone. Jimin whined and crawled off the bed, placing himself in Yoongi's lap.

"I-I'll be a good boy, just play with me please." Jimin whimpered, rutting his hips against Yoongi's stomach. Yoongi just rested his chin on Jimin's shoulder and looked past him, at his computer where he was typing words that didn't make sense. "D-d-daddy."

Jimin started grinding against him quicker, and when Yoongi was sure Jimin was about to orgasm he took his pointer finger and thumb and wrapped them right around the base of Jimin's dick. Jimin cried out as his dry orgasm hit him, and he pushed weakly at Yoongi's hand to try and get him to let go. Jimin flopped his head onto Yoongi's shoulder and smacked at his hands weakly.

       "Only good boys get to come, baby." Yoongi said simply. Jimin pouted and reached behind him to shut Yoongi's laptop lid. Yoongi raised an eyebrow at him and Jimin grabbed onto his shirt collar, pressing their foreheads together.

"I'll be good!" Jimin yelled, pressing a kiss to Yoongi's mouth. "I'll be so good, so so good just — you gotta," Jimin rolled his hips again. "You gotta touch me. I need you to touch me, please, please, please daddy."

"You brought this upon yourself, kitten. If you hadn't touched yourself you would be fine." Yoongi said, but he was already in the middle of gripping Jimin's sunburnt thighs and carrying him to the bed. Jimin's cock twitched against Yoongi's stomach and the older boy dropped him into the bed. "But because you beg so prettily, I'll guess I'll see what I can do."

Yoongi sat on the bed behind Jimin and pulled the younger's back to his chest. Jimin rested his head against Yoongi's shoulder and kissed his neck while Yoongi dragged his fingers up Jimin's torso to his nipples. Jimin huffed out a pant against Yoongi's neck and Yoongi bent down to kiss his shoulder. He was supposed to be punishing Jimin, something about overstimulation or orgasm denial or whatever Jin had said, but once Jimin was sated and pliant in Yoongi's hands he couldn't bring himself to bring anything but pleasure to the boy. It seemed almost cruel to do anything but.

       Yoongi ran his hands down the inside of Jimin's thighs and lightly slapped his sunburn, and Jimin hissed in pain. Yoongi almost, almost, almost felt bad, but Jimin's dick had released quite a bit of pre come at the action so Yoongi did it again, and Jimin's cock twitched against his stomach.

       "Do you like that, kitten?" Yoongi asked gently, taking one of his hands and stationing it on Jimin's thigh while the other wrapped around his shaft. Jimin whimpered and whined against Yoongi's neck and Yoongi kissed below his ear. "Words, baby. Words."

      "I-I like it, D-daddy." Jimin said, reaching up to grab at Yoongi's hair. Yoongi bowed his head and rested his lips against Jimin's shoulder. Jimin squirmed under his hand, bucking his hips up slightly in a search for friction. "D-daddy please, I-I won't be b-bad anymore."

"So you're going to listen to daddy from now on?" Yoongi asked, dragging his hand lazily up Jimin's shaft. He ran his hand over Jimin's slit and the younger boy gasped, fingers tightening in Yoongi's hair. "You're so sensitive, baby."

Jimin blushed and moved one hand from Yoongi's hair to cover his face. Yoongi kissed up the side of Jimin's neck and pumped his hand a little faster. Jimin moaned quietly, a small high-pitched thing that made Yoongi's heart jump. Yoongi pinched Jimin's thigh lightly, right on his sunburn, and Jimin mewled, back arching off of Yoongi's chest and hips thrusting up into his hand.

Even though Yoongi hadn't been doing much, he could see that Jimin was close die to the fact he'd riled himself up beforehand. Yoongi pinched Jimin's thigh again before moving up to play with his nipples, and Jimin shook under his hand. Jimin had started rambling, things about 'gotta — gotta come, d-daddy' and 'd-don't stop p-please, I-I'll be good forever.' Yoongi grazed his teeth against Jimin's jaw and Jimin gripped onto his wrist, like he was making sure Yoongi wouldn't deny him an orgasm again.

"Are you almost there, kitten?" Yoongi asked, flicking Jimin's nipple. Jimin cried out and twisted in Yoongi's grip, the hand on his wrist tightening ever so slightly. Yoongi flicked his wrist in the downstroke and Jimin came with a high-pitched moan, one hand death-gripping Yoongi's wrist while the other tangled itself in the bedsheets. Yoongi milked out his orgasm until Jimin was writhing in his grip, hands trying to push his hands off his dick.

Yoongi bent down and kissed Jimin's cheek. "I'm going to go get a wash cloth, okay?" Yoongi said, trying to wiggle his way out from behind Jimin. When he went to pry Jimin's hand off his wrist, Jimin started shaking and whimpering slightly. Yoongi pulled his eyebrows together, because he'd never done that before. "Are you okay? Do you — do you need something?"

Yoongi had read something about sub space before, when he was looking up what a little was, but it usually only happened when the submissive underwent heavy bdsm treatment, like flogs or whatever. Yoongi crouched down beside the bed and ran the hand not being held captive by Jimin through the younger boy's hair.

"Hey, baby, can you talk for me? Can you tell me my name?" Yoongi asked. He remembered that sub space was just a state of complete bliss, but the sub had to be brought out of the headspace slowly, with things like aftercare and praise and gentle words. He read that you were supposed to ask them simple questions to get their brain working again.

"Daddy," Jimin said simply, eyes still closed. Yoongi ran a hand through his hair and kissed his cheek.

"Very, very good, baby. Can daddy go get a towel to wipe you off? We don't want you to be sticky." Yoongi said. Jimin shook his head and gripped tighter to Yoongi's hand.

"Don' leave." Jimin mumbled. Yoongi sighed and stood up, still grasping onto Jimin's hand. He reached across the desk for the box of tissues and grabbed a couple before climbing back into bed. Yoongi pulled Jimin into his lap and started wiping off his stomach, and Jimin gripped onto his shirt with his free hand. "Tickles."

       "I'm almost done, then we can go to bed, okay?" Yoongi asked, kissing the top of Jimin's ears and tossing the tissues onto the floor. Yoongi slipped off his shirt and put it on Jimin, just so he wasn't completely naked before laying down in the bed and pulling Jimin to his chest. "Goodnight, baby."

"Nigh' daddy." Jimin mumbled, shoving a thumb in his mouth as he folded himself into Yoongi's side. Yoongi smiled down at him and ran his hands through Jimin's hair until he fell asleep.