Spinning.

The floor is spinning with every steps he takes. A little push from unknown shoulders and his body sways as he feels light-headed. Fuck not given to those who's looking, he clings himself tight with the wide chest he rest his head on. The string to his dress slide down his shoulder and he feels the cold fingers pulling it back on its place.

"Hyung– the winner. When they announce it later..." Jimin heard the voice, raspy, inviting, talking to someone else. He look up at the owner of the voice, his eyes half-lidded. "Yeah no–. He need to wash his face. We'll be back." Jimin grins at the obvious lie, he raise his brow at Seokjin's twisted face who's staring hard on the man next to him.

"I will ascend to heaven tonight– tell that to Taehyung~" Jimin said, winking at Seokjin before he feels a light tug on his waist.

"Ooh, eager." Jimin mumbles to himself, before taking a full grip on the hand around his waist and obediently walk close to the man side. He's smiling to himself even with his head spinning and the slight throb at the back of his heaf, not noticing as they walk out of the exit door. More and more walking until the blasting music is just a faint sound in his ears.

"Yoongi, taaalk..."

Jimin's forehead crinkled when he heard no respond to his whines. Only then can he feel another tug on his waist and he force his legs to climb the stairs. His high heels clinking softly as his movement slowed down, annoyed with the tight dress restraining his steps.

"Why did the expensive fucking dorm has to be on the highest floor? I'm TIRED." Jimin bit hard his lips as he force another step. "Yoongi... kiss!"

"How are you tired when we're not yet starting?"

Upon hearing the voice, Jimin's smile brighten and he turn his face to gaze into the person speaking. Calm yet the corner of his lips stretch a little. He's smiling.

"Oh," Jimin manages. "Will hyung be gentle with little me?" he whispered, pushing himself to the older's ear before licking the lobe.

"No."

Jimin doesn't feel like himself at all but in his mind, he's ready for this and know his intentions, know what is about to happen. He will accept anything into his arms and he will feed on the lies he had made.

If he's the poison, Min Yoongi is the cure.

Click.

The sound of the door locked as they entered the room and Jimin climb on his four on the warm bed of Min Yoongi. He's only to turn around when his body is slammed down on the bed and his face on the sheets, his arms being manhandled, cold fingers pressing hard on his wrists as they bring it above his head. The street light in front of the dorm the only source that's illuminating the room.

Warm, heavy breathing behind his ear as he feel Min Yoongi climbing on him.

"I don't understand you Park Jimin," he started, chest heaving and Jimin emit a soft gasp at the feeling of hard bulge on his bottom. Jimin feels his spines trembles, excited or scared, could be both and Jimin arched his back more, brushing his ass, searching for more friction.

"Fucking brat."

Jimin lets out a chuckles before Yoongi's hand move to his neck before forcing him to tilt his head and teeth sinking on his nape. Jimin shut his eyes tight as he gasp at another biting.

Yoongi took his time leisurely as he left a few bites before sucking softly onto the marked skin, his smile dangerous as Jimin whines becoming louder and desperate. "Y-yoongi-ahh.."

Yoongi let go of Jimin and watch as the younger squirm and panting underneath him. His eyes trailing down to the younger's small waist, down to his exposed thighs. Licking his lips, Yoongi brought his hands to Jimin's waist and pull the lower body up, brushing his hands on the round butt, feeling the laced lingerie underneath the red dress. His grip harsh, overwhelming and turning on as he push the younger to the side, flipping Jimin to now facing him.

Their eyes met and he stares on Jimin, watching his every details. Weak, needy, wanting and desperate. A disaster. A poisonous snake as Jimin wrap his hands on Yoongi's neck and bring him closer. Their lips barely touching.

Jimin whispers in his whiny voice, "I am hyung's little mess."

"You are and always."

Yoongi's voice slow but tempting, opening his mouth and his tongue lapped onto Jimin's luscious red lips, tasting the cherry flavored gloss. His hand underneath Jimin's back, searching for the zip of the dress. Their lips still barely touching and Jimin was desperate until they heard his dress being unzipped.

It wasn't intended to be taken off Jimin.

It's then when Yoongi harshly slide away the strings on Jimin's shoulders and his lips lapped on Jimin's milky white neck, taking a long stripe on the jawline.

"I'm fucking you with this dress on," Yoongi mutters on Jimin's skin, his hands roaming onto the younger's thigh before sliding his hands under the dress and Jimin's moans echoes in the room loudly. Throwing his head back, Jimin tug harsh on Yoongi's hair, desperately trying to kiss the older.

Jimin didn't understand what he's saying anymore once the palm of Yoongi's veiny hands feeling his hard dick on the laced lingerie, he squirms as he wanted to feel more of the delicious touch.

Yoongi chuckles seeing Jimin writhing, getting up as he push Jimin's red dress all the way up, exposing the cream colored lingerie, beautifully wrapping Jimin's waist and covering the hard dick. The front of it damp and Yoongi thumbs over it, Jimin groans at the contact. His eyes blown wide as he drools and Yoongi's name incoherent in his mouth.

"Hyung's mess? My little mess acting all slutty while dancing, are you mine or are you not?"

Jimin nods although he didn't understand what is that supposed to mean, looking at Yoongi who's in between his legs and Jimin put up his hands in desperation for the older to kiss or to fuck him, or both.

Jimin whines, "Hyuungg, kiss..."

Seeing the older done nothing and only smugly watching him begs, Jimin use his legs to push the older to the front and he heard Yoongi gasped as he fall almot flat on top of him. Yoongi use his elbows to support himself and before he could speak, Jimin hold his shoulders before rolling his hips up to meet with Yoongi's hard one.

They both moans and Yoongi trembles, his panting ragged on Jimin's ear and the younger rolls his hips again, this time harder and harsher, like provoking.

"Ugh fuck."

Jimin feels himself high on drug at the moans next to his ear and with low, hoarse voice, Jimin whispers, "Min Yoongi, want you..."

As if there's only a little patience left in Yoongi, he holds Jimin's head with both of his hands and stare. Droplets of sweats on each other forehead, Jimin's pupils dilated with his lips parted. Yoongi push his against Jimin's.

When the plump lips taking over his soft one, Yoongi feel lightheaded. His head tilting as he deepened his tongue in Jimin's mouth, which tasting the younger's tongue swirling against him and he grinds his hips down, moaning  at the frictions.

"Hah.. ngi..." Jimin's drunken like state as he got what he wanted, could only manages few words as his head trying to regain it consciousness.

Just as he try to focus his sight, Yoongi is no longer in front of him and heard rustling sounds coming from above him. He waits while evening his breathing, mentally telling himself that he chose this.

He chose this.

When Yoongi climb back on the bed, Jimin's gaze never leave him. Yoongi's face soften and he lean down to kiss the younger again, tenderly, eyes closed as he lick into Jimin's mouth. His hands taking full grip onto the younger's, intertwining them.

"You ask me if I want to have sex with you before..." as he whispered, his other hand handily pulling down the lingerie and Jimin quivers when the same hand gripping his inner thigh, gently but firm.

"I didn't want to answer it..." fingers tracing onto Jimin's hard dick as he speaks, eyes never lowering from the younger's face.

Softly, Yoongi kissed onto Jimin's eyebrows. "But Min, baby..., I want to have sex with you."

Jimin rolls his eyes when Yoongi wrap his hands fully around his dick and the sounds it makes is dirty and yet Jimin love it. His back arching as the pleasure shoot up his spines and his lips parted open. Yoongi caught his lips and the younger close his eyes, his voice now hoarse and shaky, the same as his hands that's gripping on Yoongi's arm.

"Yeah.. Do it."

Yoongi open the lube bottle, considering the right amouth as Jimin watch in anticipation. His palms sweating, shaky, afraid, curious, Jimin bat his eyes up to where he found Yoongi staring at him with a gentle smile before feeling cold, wet finger encircling his hole.

He grip onto the bedsheets.

Yoongi grab his hand and kissed it before slowly pushing in one finger. Jimin bit his tongue inside his mouth, waiting to feel anything weird. The feeling is foreign, sting a bit and Jimin look up again toward his hyung, nodding.

Slowly, the one finger ease his entrance in and out with the cold lube, before twisting out and the second fingers tore him open.

"Y-yoongi... H-hurt." Jimin whispers, tensing his body as he feels it sting. Before he can even lift his head, Yoongi clouding his sight and the older lean down to kissed his tears away. The older move to his cheeks before ghosting over his lips and trails down his neck, biting here and there until Jimin forget the second fingers in him.

Slowly, and even more gently, Yoongi move his fingers along his biting. Whispering softly onto Jimin's skin until the younger feel lightheaded once again and this time, he whimpers. Yoongi's name in his mouth.

"It hurt. I'm sure you know that, right?"

Jimin nods and Yoongi can only smile. If Jimin is hurt that means he didn't touch his toys for a long time.

Yoongi breathe in before he add the third finger in, it still sting and yet Jimin already gotten used with the pain and he's gasping at every little thrust.

"O-oh.. God.." Jimin squeezes his eyes, moaning at the sudden sensation of pleasures that's overwhelming his body. Putting his thumb into his mouth, Jimin moans muffled as his eyes open and close, his hips moving on its own as if seeking for more, for something else.

"Y-yoongi please..?" Jimin whines, his hands tugging onto the older's arm.

Just as Yoongi climb onto him that Jimin realized Yoongi had already took off his pant and in between his lips is a square black wrapper.

Yoongi rip off the wrapper with his teeth and Jimin brace himself internally. The black condom is wrapped nicely on Yoongi's red hard, dick, beads of precome can be seen before and Jimin lick his lips unconsciously.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

They exchanged look and Yoongi chuckles before leaning down and their lips collides again. Jimin's plush lips barely sucking, his mind occupied on the poking head on his hole. Rubbing circles after circles, teasing before Yoongi slowly thrust in.

Jimin goes blank for a second, his lips part open as he gasp at the thrust and he feels his inside is filled and it isn't hurt at all as it thrust deeper.

"Yoongi— ah!" Jimin froze in his place as he feels it deep enough in him, his eyes searching Yoongi's face while his breathing hitching. The older is biting his lips hard, relaxing his hips. Jimin's dick twitch as Yoongi glare at him with a smirk.

Jimin's scream stuck in his throat as he was thrown to the front when Yoongi thrust the second times, harder, rougher, and Jimin sees light above him, gasping like he didn't see it coming.

"Baby..." Yoongi growl low in his ear and Jimin's moans again, his hair messy, his make up melting like tears on his face as his body repeatedly thrown to the front.

Yoongi didn't stop as he hover on Jimin's hard swollen nipples, lapping on one while his other hand fondling it in between his fingers.

Jimin didn't feel himself as the pleasures taken over his entire body, his toes curling and his legs goes up now and then as the thrust suddenly faster on it pace.

"Oh FUCK..." Jimin grab his own head, Yoongi hit him on the right spot and he heard the chuckles on his skin.

Another hit and Jimin cries out Yoongi's name. His words slurred and incoherent, drools over his swollen lips and his body full of biting marks and purple bruises around his neck and collarbone but Jimin wouldn't mind. Whatever the consequences is.

"Jimin, you sounds so fucking pretty baby.." Yoongi finally stare on Jimin again, his fingers tracing the bruises before gripping tight on the younger's neck. His blue veins popping, his pale skin contrasting Jimin's one and Jimin choke out his moans as Yoongi thrust hard.

"Doing so good after misbehaving, truly a poison.." Jimin didn't understand himself, but as his neck being held tight by the older, he feels even excited and he force a smirk on his lips.

"It, it will— haunt you... Yoongi," Jimin manages.

Yoongi seems to be affected by his words, and his movement become rougher yet messy. Both of them stares toward each other like they're suddenly burning in hatred. Yoongi loosen the choke and grab onto Jimin's shoulder instead.

"A-ahh.. Yoo-yoongi.. fuck wait.." Jimin feel his body tensing and his back arching on it own. His stomach coiling with sudden warms as his leg froze.

"C-c.. I'm close..!" Jimin squeezes his eyes tight, his lips full as Yoongi kiss him and his screams muffled in his throat, he feel a warm spills on his own skin as his body went taut for a second.

His sight blurry but his lips wouldn't stop mumbling as Yoongi fuck him senseless, panting curses on Jimin's neck.

"Yo-you.. You're so good.. feels so warm around me baby.."

Jimin throw his head back, shaking at the intense pleasure going over his head at once and he feels Yoongi's hug around his shoulder tighten.

"Ugh fuck.." Yoongi breathe out lowly as he come, stopping his thrust at once and he lay his head onto Jimin's chest.

Both not moving even an inch, head empty and exhausted panting filled the room.

Suddenly, as if something just scream in Yoongi head, he look up and use his elbows to support himself. Right as he's searching for the eyes, Jimin stare at him as well.

Yoongi stutters, "I, you.. Uh."

Scratching his head, Yoongi kissed Jimin. Lightly.

"I.."

"Yeah?" Jimin's voice is hoarse, almost can't be heard.

"I think I want to sleep."

Both chuckles at the words and Jimin nods. Yoongi helped the younger to lie down properly, taking off the dirty red dress fully. Acting as casually as they can.

It's now dark. It's late into the night. It's silent.

In the dark, in the silent, Yoongi pretend like he didn't listen to Park Jimin's cry behind him.

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