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“I’ll be home late tonight, Taehyung.”

Jimin’s voice echoed off the spotless white walls of the hallway.

“So don’t wait up… Aish, really?… Fine, eat them. But pick up more when you’re out tomorrow.”

Jimin turned a familiar corner, his heavy black boots following a path he’s walked many times before.

“No, if you eat my food, you replace it.” Jimin huffed into his phone’s receiver with a roll of his eyes. “Don’t even try the pouty voice. It doesn’t work on me.”

Jimin came to a stop in front of the usual door. Floor 13, apartment 614.

“I’m hanging up now. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Jimin hung up and tucked his phone into his pocket before rapping his knuckles against the door.

He didn’t need to wait more than two seconds before it was opened in a flash. There before Jimin, barely containing his buzzing anticipation, was Yoongi.

He was barefoot, swamped in oversized clothing, looking small under Jimin’s gaze. It was by design, of course. Yoongi liked to feel small. The platforms on Jimin’s soles didn’t help his case.

“Jimin.” Yoongi’s teeth shone with a small, somewhat timid smile.

“Hey, Yoongi.” Jimin returned the gesture with a grin. He leaned against the doorframe, inching into the elder’s space a little. The way the shorter man tilted his head up to look at him just the tiniest bit made his smile widen.

Cute.

Yoongi just looked up at Jimin for a moment, stars in his eyes.

This wasn’t the first time they’d met like this. Far from it, actually. But Jimin would never tire of the captivated expression Yoongi would wear on his face whenever he saw Jimin for the first time before a scene. He always looked so shocked, like he couldn’t believe Jimin was standing before him. Yoongi always looked grateful, nearly star struck in a way.

Jimin ran his gaze over the sharp, glazed over eyes of the shorter man. He then took in his hair — longer than when they previously met. And what was that? Had Yoongi put on makeup? His eyes were dark with eyeliner and mascara.

Licking his lips, Jimin made a note to have it running down his face later.

Noticing the silence due to Yoongi’s awe, “Why don’t you invite me inside, doll?” Jimin offered with a smile.

Yoongi seemed to snap out of his pseudo-trance at the other’s words.

Hurriedly, he responded. “Of course! Come in.” He stepped aside, closing the door behind Jimin as he passed by.

Jimin shrugged off his jacket and handed it to Yoongi without asking if he could take it for him. But, Yoongi accepted happily, holding it tight and turning to hang it up on a hook for the taller.

Jimin didn’t take off his shoes, just politely wiped them against the welcome mat thoroughly.

Yoongi liked the shoes. Really liked them; to the point that he specifically requested Jimin keep them on for scenes. Liked how big they were. How imposing they made Jimin look. Liked how they felt against his skin. Liked how he felt under them.

And Jimin knew this all too well.

“Did you do as I told you?” Jimin spoke softly to the other man, tilting his head.

Yoongi turned to face him and nodded eagerly.

“Yes, I picked a recipe and prepared the ingredients.” Yoongi was, again, pretty much vibrating where he stood

‘Really strung up today, isn’t he?’ Jimin thought to himself with amusement. He’d act accordingly.

“Good. Kitchen.” Jimin initiated the first contact: a light touch on the back of Yoongi’s neck to urge him forward.

The smaller man felt a bolt shoot down his spine when he was touched.

After a millisecond of his brain short circuiting, Yoongi immediately did as he was told. He scuttled off to the kitchen as Jimin leisurely followed, hands tucked into his pockets.

-

“Boil the noodles for three minutes, Yoongi.” Jimin read from the cookbook in his hands. He raised his eyes to survey the other.

Yoongi nodded quickly, taking a handful of noodles and dropping them into the pot.

“Words, baby.” Jimin hummed in the way he did with first warnings: lilted, light, but with the tiniest hint of bite. A sign to shape up, to not need a second warning.

Let alone a third.

Immediately, the response came. “Yes, Jimin. They’re boiling.” Yoongi turned to face the other, little apron swishing and bangs falling into his eyes.

“Good. Come here.” Jimin set the book on the table, uncrossed his legs, and leaned back in his chair.

Yoongi came to him quickly, standing before him with wide eager eyes.

Jimin just smiled up at him for a moment, and Yoongi smiled back adoringly.

“Wipe your hands.” Jimin instructed. In a hurry, Yoongi did as he was told, brushing them against his apron.

“That’s enough.” Yoongi stopped in an instant.

Jimin smirked.

He loved the way he could order Yoongi to do anything, and he’d obey in an instant (if he was physically capable to do so). He was like a doll, a little toy waiting for its master to play with.

Jimin was endeared with the seemingly endless possibilities.

He reached up and took Yoongi’s hands in his own.

“Do you like making dinner for Sir?” Jimin introduced his title for the first time that night.

He liked to do this with his subs: ease them into the scene. Overwhelming people when they were in their most vulnerable headspace was a recipe for disaster. Jimin was always extremely careful not to do that. So he always started with something like this: having the sub follow his directions to make a meal, having them make their beds, having them clean his shoes. Whatever simple service Jimin could elicit from them to ease them into the headspace of submission, he’d employ.

Yoongi’s eyes lit up when he heard the title fall from Jimin’s lips. “Yes, Sir. I really like it, Sir.” He nodded eagerly as Jimin’s title rolled off his tongue.

“Good.” Jimin smiled and rubbed Yoongi’s hands gently. “I’m sure it’ll be delicious. Make a portion for yourself too, okay?”

“Yes, Sir.” Yoongi nodded again. He tried to be sneaky as he shuffled his feet to be a few inches closer to Jimin, but of course the other was too perceptive for that. The taller man smiled at Yoongi’s obvious need for attention.

“What do you want tonight, baby? Tell Sir what you want.” Jimin granted Yoongi’s wish of closeness, taking his hands and placing them on the small waist before him.

“I need-” Yoongi immediately stopped when warning fingertips dug into his sides. He squirmed for just a second before stilling in Jimin’s hold.

Jimin looked up at him sternly. His expression had snapped from caring to hardened scarily fast. “You don’t have needs, Yoongi. You have wants.”

Yoongi quickly nodded, those pretty feline eyes filling with a hint of anxiety.

“And Sir doesn’t always care about your wants, correct?” Jimin hummed as he soothed Yoongi’s skin with gentle rubbing.

“Y-Yes, Sir. I’m sorry…”

“You say sorry, but you never seem to learn. Is it because you want me to punish you? Want me to yell at you? Want me to humiliate you?” Jimin strategically piled each threat on top of the last.

Yoongi gulped. He was buzzing again, a ball of energy in Jimin’s palms.

“I…” Yoongi took a breath and chose his words carefully. “I want you to be mean tonight, Sir. I really, really want that.” His eyes were averted as if nervous he’d made a mistake with his words again.

Jimin just nodded thoughtfully. He wasn’t surprised, though.

They had done this before, after all.

Yoongi had a… particular set of desires. And who was he to deny? He enjoyed turning eager boys into sniveling little puddles of shame, anyways. Yoongi wasn’t the only one getting what he wanted out of this relationship.

Jimin continued to rub at Yoongi’s sides soothingly.

“I can do that for you, Yoongi.” His voice held the edge of a knowing smirk. The smaller man looked into his eyes timidly.

“I’d like that, Sir…” Yoongi spoke quietly.

“I’m sure you would.” Jimin offered a cruel smile with the demeaning statement. “But first, aren’t you forgetting something?”

Yoongi brows furrowed quickly. He searched Jimin’s face for a hint, clearly lost.

Jimin tossed his head back with a laugh at the deer in headlights expression on that pretty face.

“You silly little thing! You’re lucky I’m here! Can barely take care of yourself, aish~” Jimin quickly manhandled Yoongi, who nearly stumbled over himself, to turn around and face the stove. “Go get the noodles before you burn your kitchen down. It’s been 5 minutes already. You’ve overcooked them.”

Yoongi gasped when he saw the overboiling pot on his stove, frothy white bubbles spilling into the rising flame. Jimin landed a harsh scolding swat on his ass as he scurried to turn the flame off and take the pot to the sink.

“I’m sorry, Sir!” Yoongi cried while dumping the noodles into the strainer.

“Mm,” was all Jimin responded with as he watched Yoongi hurriedly wipe up the mess. “We’ll see if you’ve ruined dinner.”

-

Yoongi watched with bated breath, wringing his hands nervously, as Jimin took his first bite.

One arm slung around Yoongi’s waist, the other feeding noodles into his mouth, Jimin tilted his head in appraisal. He bounced his knee, where Yoongi was perched, and waited a few moments just to make Yoongi nervous.

Sure enough, the elder was whimpering softly after no more than five seconds of silence.

Jimin held back a grin.

“Is it okay, Sir? I can make another dish if it’s bad. I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to-”

“Quiet.”

Yoongi shut his mouth with an instant nod.

Jimin finished chewing, drawing it out again just to feel the way Yoongi trembled against his thigh.

God, what a pathetic people pleaser.

Jimin loved it.

He didn’t say anything as he picked up another mouthful of noodles, directing it to Yoongi this time.

The smaller bent down and obediently took his bite.

“You tell me, is it okay?” Jimin spoke into Yoongi’s ear lowly, rubbing his hip with his fingers.

Yoongi turned his head as he gulped down the noodles, eyes wide and confused. Why was Jimin asking him?

Jimin’s lips quirked, watching Yoongi’s adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.

He contemplated deeply before answering — was there a right and wrong answer? “I… The noodles are a little overcooked.” Yoongi spoke quietly. He averted his eyes when Jimin rubbed his side again.

“A little?” Jimin laughed quietly, cruelly into Yoongi’s ear. “They’re practically mush.”

Yoongi winced when Jimin shoved the bowl down the table, chopsticks clattering loudly as they fell.

“I’m sorry-”

“Just clean it up. You’ll do something dumb again soon enough, so don’t waste your breath apologizing.” Jimin’s words were harsh. Yoongi felt them pelt against his skin, figurative bruises forming over his pride.

But that’s what Jimin was here for. To break him down, make him feel small and worthless and weak and stupid.

The larger man watched Yoongi’s eyes shift into that kicked-puppy expression he took on whenever he began to slip into his headspace. He’d always look forlorn, so pathetic and needy for approval, dissatisfied with himself. He needed Jimin there to guide him, but also to send him even further into uselessness.

Yoongi rose from Jimin’s lap. He stared at his feet as he hurriedly gathered the bowl and dumped the remaining noodles into the trash.

“Don’t bother cooking anything else. I’ll just order us something actually edible.” Jimin sighed heavily, slipping further into his own dominant role as well.

He pulled out his phone and began to search for restaurants, glancing up to watch Yoongi scrub the dishes with his cute sullen expression.

He smirked, satisfied with the little creature of self-doubt he’d created.

-

“Now isn’t this much better?” Jimin hummed after slurping down a mouthful of noodles from the takeout container.

Yoongi nodded quickly, though he looked a little sad to agree. The noodles from the restaurant were, in fact, better than the ones he had cooked. His cheeks burned with shame as he took another bite of his own portion.

Jimin watched him with a fond, sinister expression. He reached out a hand and brushed Yoongi’s hair away from his forehead, and the smaller man leaned into the touch gratefully.

Jimin smiled and set his container down on the coffee table, next to where his boots were propped up, and leaned back into the couch leisurely. “When you’re done with your food, I want you to do something for me, sweets.”

Yoongi looked up at him with a brighter expression. He immediately put his food down even though he had been in the middle of raising another bite to his mouth. Jimin chuckled adoringly.

“Finish first.”

“I am finished.”

Jimin raised an eyebrow, gaze following the way Yoongi licked sauce from the corner of his lips.

“You’re not saying that just because you’re too eager to do as I say?”

A pause.

A glance down in shame.

“… I am.” Jimin laughed out loud, mocking Yoongi’s admittance. The elder’s lips formed a pout. “But I really am finished! I’m not hungry anymore!”

“Fine, be a needy little sub.” Jimin cooed teasingly and tugged Yoongi closer.

The smaller man fell against Jimin’s side with a little gasp.

“I just want to do as Sir pleases…” Yoongi’s tone was a bit whiny now.

Jimin hummed while tucking some hair behind Yoongi’s ear. “I know you do. Brainless boy wants me to tell him what to do. I get it.” He looked into those glittering cat-like eyes, smirking in satisfaction at the obvious need to please written in them. Jimin leaned forward and brushed his nose against Yoongi’s gently.

Before Yoongi could indulge further, having already begun leaning in for a kiss, Jimin pulled away with a little smirk.

“Clean up the leftovers, and then I want you to go get all of your collars.” He tapped Yoongi’s thigh a few times. “Bring them to me and put them on the table.”

“Yes, Sir.” Yoongi nodded quickly. He pulled himself away from Jimin, regretful to leave but eager to follow orders, and gathered the containers.

Jimin checked his phone as Yoongi scuttled about putting away leftovers and retrieving what his Sir had requested.

Seeing he had a few new message requests on instagram, Jimin checked his inbox. He scoffed at the texts: the usual.

‘Saw you at the club, I’d love to play with a sub like you ;)’

‘Come over and let daddy take care of you’

‘Boys like you need a strong dom at the S&M parties, let me do that for you’

All of these messages were instantly trashed. Jimin rolled his eyes. He understood why everyone thought he was a sub at first, with his shorter stature and his pretty looks and gentle everyday demeanor. But it was still annoying. To question his authority was disrespectful.

Jimin tucked his phone away, casting aside his annoyance when Yoongi reappeared in front of him. Even if the people who didn’t know him misjudged him, the proof was in the pudding: at this very moment, he had a gorgeous little sub ready to give his all into serving him. That was all Jimin needed.

Yoongi stood before the younger, proudly holding all of his collars in his hands. He had many, different colors and styles for every scene and occasion imaginable. It was a rainbow of leather and metal overflowing from Yoongi’s arms

“Good boy. Put them on the table and come sit at my feet.” Jimin dropped his legs to the floor and motioned with his hand to the open space between them. Yoongi did as he was told, placing the collars on the coffee table before sliding onto the floor below Jimin.

The elder gazed up at Jimin with those same starry eyes, digging his fingers into the rug with anticipation. He was trying to contain his squirming but it was obvious that he was itching to be totally dominated. If Yoongi didn’t get it soon, he’d combust.

Half of Jimin wanted to watch the meltdown. But, he was here for a reason: to specifically avoid that meltdown.

The dom reached forward and ruffled Yoongi’s hair softly. He smiled as the elder leaned into his palm affectionately.

“Sort your collars for me, baby. By color and size.” Jimin trailed his knuckles over Yoongi’s cheek before leaning back into the couch to watch.

Yoongi nodded firmly and turned around between Jimin’s legs. The younger man raised an eyebrow.

“Where are your words?” He snapped, a sudden cold air settling in the living room.

Yoongi winced, turning to look over his shoulder with wide eyes. A deep regret shone in them. Yoongi instantly realized his fault.

“I’m sorry, Sir. I forgot-”

“You forgot already? Didn’t I remind you as soon as I walked in tonight?” Jimin huffed and threw his arms over the back of the couch.

“Well yes you did-”

“And you’ve carelessly disregarded Sir’s warning.” Jimin finished for him.

“I didn’t mean to!” Yoongi cried, turning fully to hug Jimin’s calf tightly. The dom restrained himself from kicking him off.

“Sure you didn’t. We’ve been over this already: you’re a silly little thing that can barely take care of yourself. I know you’re not the brightest, but to think you can’t even remember to use your words,” Jimin laughed dryly and laid a firm hand in Yoongi’s hair, to which the other flinched. “Now that’s impressive, even for you.”

“I-I’m sorry, Sir.” Yoongi placed his chin on Jimin’s knee, his forlorn expression on full display for his dom. It wasn’t on purpose, Yoongi just happened to have this pitiful expression plastered across his features whenever Jimin was cruel to him.

“I believe you. I know you’re sorry. You’re desperate to do well. It’s just a question of whether or not you’re able to shape up. It’s really pathetic how you’re so eager to follow orders like a good little bitch, but you’re just horrible at it.” Jimin tightened his grip on Yoongi’s hair.

The smaller man hissed quietly. Through a pained expression, Yoongi responded. “I-I’ll try, Sir. I want to make you happy. I want to do what you say, to your satisfaction. I really, really want that.”

“Mhm.” Jimin hummed, blinking down at the other slowly with an unconvinced expression. “Then turn around and do as you were told.”

Yoongi instantly swiveled back to the coffee table and laid his hands on his collars.

“Do you remember what you need to do, or have you already forgotten?” Jimin teased with a cruel smirk. His hands fell to Yoongi’s throat to gently massage it, making his own collar out of his hands.

“Color and purpose, I remember.” Yoongi responded as he began to shift the collars around.

He froze when Jimin erupted in wicked laughter behind him. It was loud, boisterous, and mean.

“Oh god, you’re too clueless!” Jimin taunted through his chuckles. Yoongi tried to turn his head, but the hands on his neck held him firmly in place. “Color and size, Yoongi. Color and size.” Jimin could hardly calm down his laughter.

Yoongi pouted deeply, sniffling as he began to sort the collars by size and color, laying them out in neat groups across the coffee table.

“Y-Yes, Sir, I understand now…” He spoke timidly.

“You just love proving my points, don’t you honey?” It was clearly rhetorical, another jab into Yoongi’s pride.

Jimin watched the back of Yoongi’s head with a grin, using his fingertips to dig into that plush skin greedily. He could feel Yoongi’s unraveling in his grasp. He was dissolving into that shameful, masochistic little thing that Jimin adored playing with.

Yoongi was a treat to dominate, and they were just getting started.

Jimin watched as Yoongi’s fingers hurriedly categorized the collars.

“Count them.” Jimin accented his order with a tap against Yoongi’s collarbones.

“Okay, Sir.” Yoongi nodded quickly. He began to count out loud through a pout, pointing to each collar as he did so. Jimin smiled keenly at the display.

“You make up for your idiocy with your cuteness.” He cooed once Yoongi had finished. When a hesitant silence filled the air, the sub unsure of how to respond, Jimin chuckled and rubbed his neck. “How many collars?” He supplemented.

“32.” Yoongi turned to look back at Jimin, and the dom allowed it this time.

“Quite a collection, hm?” Jimin raised an eyebrow.

Yoongi nodded again, fingers curling around the edge of the coffee table with anticipation.

“Y-Yes, Sir!” He made sure to tag the response at the end. Jimin gave him a cautionary look: he had caught the near miss of no words.

“Mhm… most subs only get up to around 10 collars. What makes you think you need so many?” Jimin tilted his head.

“Well… I like to match them to my outfits… and I sometimes don’t like the way the bells jingle, or I want one with a leash, or I want one with spikes… and sometimes I just want one that’s lacy and soft…” Yoongi rattled off the list to Jimin, whose smile widened at the pretty expression that overtook the sub’s complexion. Endearing.

“So you like to get specific with your collars? A few options aren’t enough?” Jimin asked, though he knew the answer. He just wanted to hear the way Yoongi would explain.

“Yes, Sir. I… can’t get into the right headspace if the collar isn’t correct.” Yoongi bit his lips at the end of the statement.

“Oh?” Jimin’s question took on a teasing tone. “You’re a picky little thing aren’t you?”

“I-I guess so, Sir.” Yoongi nodded in agreement.

“Subs shouldn’t be too picky, baby.” Jimin leaned forward, getting his face close to Yoongi’s now.

“Yes, Sir…” It came out as a weak breath from the smaller man’s lips.

“That’s not a sub’s place.” Jimin furthered, darkening his expression in a way that he knew would make Yoongi shudder.

“Y-Yes, Sir…” Yoongi gulped.

“You’re here to follow my orders. You’re here to do what I want. You’re here to be my plaything.” Jimin tightened his finger’s around Yoongi’s throat.

“Sir-”

“But you’re choosy. You don’t like this collar, you don’t like that collar,” Jimin rolled his eyes, making Yoongi whimper softly. “You’re a picky little brat. You’re telling me you can’t follow directions properly if you’re not wearing the right collar?” Jimin knew he was blowing the conversation out of proportion, but it was on purpose. The way Yoongi was trembling below him, eyes wide with panic, was proof that what he was doing was working.

He was getting Yoongi right where he wanted: desperate, reliant, dependent.

“I wasn’t trying to say that, Sir-” Yoongi’s voice was small when it escaped his lips.

“Of course you weren’t.” Jimin huffed a cruel laugh. He shook Yoongi’s neck a little between his palms, just to watch the way the sub’s head bobbled around. “I doubt you even know what you say half the time. Useless.”

Yoongi pouted deeply, sniffling. And there were the puppy dog eyes again, fanning the flames of Jimin’s malicious intentions.

“No wonder you need a dom to handle you.” Jimin laughed in Yoongi’s face, and the other flinched. “Need someone to lead you, make sure you don’t stray. I get it.”

His hand snaked into Yoongi’s hair, gripping tightly and turning his head back towards the wide array of collars on the table.

“I know the perfect collar for you right now.” Jimin hummed, shaking Yoongi’s head around for a second or two just for fun. “Bottom right. Pick it up and give it to me.”

“Yes, Sir-” Yoongi reached out for the black collar, grasping it in all its leather glory.

Jimin took hold of the thick studded restraint, running it through his palms a few times. The cool metal was a nice contrast against the smooth leather, and the shining O-rings on the front and back caught his attention.

But, what was attached to the collar was the reason he had chosen it: the matching leash, about 3 feet in length, was clipped to one of the O-rings. Jimin slid his hand into the handle and gripped it firmly, smiling when it felt at home in his grasp.

“Just right, don’t you think?” Jimin directed his attention back down to Yoongi, who was looking between him and the collar with unbridled anticipation.

“Yes, Sir.” The sub bit his lip so hard Jimin thought he’d draw blood. “Can you put it on me? Please?”

Jimin laughed and petted Yoongi’s hair.

“Eager, eager~” He cooed. Yoongi pouted up at him so adorably that Jimin’s fortitude could have cracked if he were a normal person.

Alas, he was not. He was a seasoned dominant, far too used to these attempts at appealing to his psyche.

“You have to undress first. Stand up, honey.” Jimin leaned back into the couch, watching as Yoongi instantly followed his directions. The sub stood in front of him, looking at him with eager eyes.

Jimin smiled, just a little too devilishly for it to be a response to ordering a grown man around.

“I want that shirt off of you.” He motioned loosely with his hand.

Jimin huffed a laugh at the way Yoongi hurried to remove his top. He was like a puppy performing tricks for a treat. As he rushed to remove the shirt, Yoongi’s pale torso was exposed. Jimin absolutely loved his build, couldn’t get enough of it. Though they were about the same height, with Jimin being just a bit taller, Yoongi was built smaller. His shoulders were narrower, his waist dipped in more, and he simply held less muscle mass than his dom. Yoongi felt small with Jimin, and the dom loved to use that to his advantage.

Yoongi folded the shirt neatly, remembering his manners, and set it on the edge of the couch.

“Shorts next.” Jimin ordered smoothly as his eyes roamed from Yoongi’s torso to his dastardly alluring legs.

God, he loved Yoongi’s legs. Jimin unashamedly licked his lips as Yoongi shamelessly hooked his fingers into the waistband and dropped the shorts to reveal the milky, smooth skin of his legs. They seemed to go on for days, long and luxurious and Jimin couldn’t deny the desire to have them wrapped around his waist.

Yoongi neatly folded the shorts and laid them next to the shirt as Jimin’s eyes scanned his body in a predatory manner. The sub was left in just his underwear now.

“Did you use the plug like I told you to?” Jimin asked. He had specifically told Yoongi to prep himself and use a plug to make sure he was ready.

Yoongi nodded quickly. “Yes, Sir.” He answered obediently. His dominant nodded once.

“Come here.” Jimin sat forward, bringing the collar forward with him.

Yoongi’s eyes lit up and he scuttled over to meet his dominant.

“Kneel.”

Yoongi dropped to his knees in a second. Jimin grinned wolfishly.

“Good sub.” With skilled fingers, Jimin undid the collar’s clasp and slid it to rest around Yoongi’s throat. As the leather encompassed his neck, the smaller man felt a cloud take over his head: Jimin was collaring him. He was wearing a collar for his dom.

Jimin cupped Yoongi’s jaw and admired his work. The black leather against Yoongi’s white gold throat was a delectable sight. The metal studs shone against the dark material, and the leash dangling off the front of the collar provided so many devious possibilities.

Yoongi blinked up at Jimin with a sincere expression on his face, so eager to be under Jimin’s control. Jimin felt a rush of empowerment from Yoongi’s expression.

“Sir next, Yoongi.” Jimin ordered. He sat back on the couch, spreading his legs and arms leisurely. “Remove my clothing. You have to take off my boots, but I want you to put them back on afterwards. You may look at my body, but no excessive touching.”

Yoongi nodded quickly. “Yes, Sir.” He breathed, reaching forward towards Jimin’s top. Yoongi was determined as he undid every button, all 10 of them, with precision. Jimin looked on with a watchful eye, tilting his head at the way Yoongi visibly keened when his chest was revealed.

Yoongi’s mouth watered when Jimin sat up for him and his shirt fell away. Jimin was built, athletic, defined with abs and pecs and every muscle that Yoongi honestly just wanted to run his tongue against.

He did his best to hide his shameless lust when slipping Jimin’s shirt away and folding it. Sir said no excessive touching, afterall.

Yoongi gently rested his hands on Jimin’s boots. He adored them so much. With as much authority as Jimin held over him, the boots seemed to solidify that authority with a physical representation.

Yoongi unlaced them carefully, loosening the tops just enough for Jimin to be able to slip his feet out. A gentle hand came down to ruffle Yoongi’s hair as he set the shoes down carefully, side by side next to Jimin’s feet.

“Good. Almost done, baby.” Jimin hummed from above.

Lastly, the pants. Yoongi would spend hours removing Jimin’s pants if the dom would let him. He’d love to slowly strip back the fabric inch by inch, pressing his lips across the entirety of his skin along the way. Sadly, Jimin had never let him do that.

Yoongi wouldn’t complain about what he was allowed, though. He was awarded the honor of revealing Jimin’s delicious thighs that he so loved riding, and the sub had to work hard to not stare at the bulge in Jimin’s underwear.

The older man carefully slid Jimin’s legs out of the pants, folding them and setting them with the shirt.

Before him, now in all his beautiful glory, was Jimin nearly nude. Yoongi gawked, as he always did, at the map of tan skin before him. Tattoos accented Jimin’s ribs and spine, and Yoongi loved to stare at the art that was on Jimin’s perfect body.

Yoongi must have been staring, because Jimin raised an expectant eyebrow.

The sub sniffed and quickly gathered a boot into his hands. As he guided one of Jimin’s feet into the shoe, he couldn’t contain himself: consumed by desire to praise, Yoongi leaned down and pressed his lips to Jimin’s shin.

“What’s this, Yoongi?” Jimin laughed meanly, leaning over to look at what the smaller man was doing.

“Boots~” Yoongi murmured hazily against his skin. While tightening the laces, his lips traveled to the leather of the boot.

“Yeah?” Jimin cooed teasingly. He adjusted his foot so Yoongi had access to the inside of his ankle. “You wanna kiss my boots?”

Yoongi nodded feverishly, grabbing onto the boot and pressing his face onto the top of Jimin’s foot. “I do, Sir…” He breathed, head becoming cloudy with full submission.

“Put on the other one, sub. Kiss both of them.” Jimin raised the boot with an amused expression, bringing Yoongi’s head up with it.

“Yes, Sir.” Yoongi regretfully removed his face from Jimin’s boot, but was grateful he was able to put his hands on the other one immediately. He repeated the process of sliding Jimin’s socked foot into the other boot, and dove down to kiss the criss-cross of laces as he tightened them.

Jimin gazed down on the man who bent over his feet, ass up in the air with no dignity, kissing his dirty boots, and he smirked.

Yoongi truly was a spectacle.

The submissive pressed kisses all along the black leather boots, switching between them and gasping his breaths. Jimin allowed him to continue for a few minutes, noticing Yoongi was going as far as licking any smooth part of the shoe he could find.

Jimin scoffed.

As Yoongi licked the top of Jimin’s left boot, he suddenly felt a weight press against the back of his head. His eyes widened in pure glee when he realized Jimin was stepping on him with his right foot.

“Are you actually licking my boots right now?” Jimin mocked him meanly.

Yoongi shuddered, wrapping his hands around Jimin’s booted ankle desperately.

“Y-Yes, Sir…” He whispered, tilting his head to press his cheek against the laces.

Jimin sighed heavily, rolling his eyes.

“You truly are a pitiful little thing.” The dominant muttered harshly. Yoongi felt his dick twitch to life in his briefs at the insult.

The larger man removed his foot from the top of his sub’s head, and he lifted Yoongi’s head by straightening his other leg. Yoongi’s chin rested on the top of his boot, his eyes sparkling with prideless mirth.

Jimin used his toes to nudge Yoongi’s head side to side, looking over his beautiful face and grinning to himself.

“You’re so lucky you’re pretty, baby. I wouldn’t give a worthless creature like you the time of day otherwise.” Jimin gently kicked Yoongi away, not enough to hurt him, but enough to send him to the floor.

Yoongi gasped, again growing harder in his briefs. He watched as Jimin lowered both feet to the floor, widening his legs into a powerful position.

“Now come here.” Jimin beckoned Yoongi with his fingers.

The sub was quick to crawl closer to the other, nestling between his legs in his half naked shame.

Jimin grinned. Reaching down one hand to grip the leash, he placed the other on top of Yoongi’s head.

“Are you ready to begin, sub?”

A frantic nod came in response.

“I want it more than anything, Sir.” Yoongi breathed, eyes wide and almost teary with anticipation.

Jimin laughed under his breath.

“Of course you are.”

In a swift motion, Jimin wrapped the leash around his hand a few times, pulling it taut against Yoongi’s throat. In the same movement, the sole of the platform boot fell firmly against the front of Yoongi’s briefs.

A gasp escaped the smaller man’s lips. He grabbed onto Jimin’s calves on instinct while the dom dug his boot into his crotch a bit.

“Sir-” Yoongi whimpered shakily.

“What, you going to get hard from me stepping on your cock?” Jimin tilted his head with a glint in his eye.

“I-I think so-” Yoongi stuttered out. Feeling the way the fingers dug into his legs, Jimin began grinding his foot steadily against the sub’s crotch.

A shameful moan rose from the man below. The firm rubber against Yoongi’s clothed groin felt like heaven: with the way Jimin expertly moved his foot, the wall of grooved plastic provided a path to release.

“Yeah? Is that why you’re humping my foot like a dog?” Jimin mocked, tugging on the leash in his grip.

Yoongi jolted forward at the motion with a squeaking gasp. He looked down to his own hips; he hadn’t even realized he’d been grinding into the bottom of Jimin’s boot, chasing his arousal.

His hips were rocking back and forth steadily, matching Jimin’s rhythm. Forward and back, every time, causing delicious friction between his dick and the bottom of his dom’s shoe.

Yoongi moaned out loud and laid his head on Jimin's knee.

“Yes, Sir~” The vowels were dragged out with his groaning.

Jimin could feel Yoongi’s cock had hardened under his boot, and he smirked at the realization.

“You’d come just from me stepping on you if I’d let you, wouldn’t you?” He spat down to the man laying in his lap.

Yoongi nodded feverishly. “I-I would, Sir.”

“Disgusting.”

In an instant, Yoongi was being tugged by the leash attached to his neck. A yelp escaped his throat as he was thrown against the floor. Lying on his side, before he could process anything else, Yoongi felt the hard bottom of a boot press against his cheek.

He whimpered, leaking precum into his underwear.

“You’re shameless. You do nothing to protect your pride. Any decent sub would at least try to pretend he’s not a pervert, but you Yoongi…” Jimin pressed his boot a little harder into his face. “You’re as bad as any wild animal. No shame. No decorum. Pure filth.”

Yoongi moaned loudly as he was ridiculed. He palmed at his growing erection, but made sure to keep his hands outside of the fabric. Jimin wouldn’t be happy if he touched without permission.

Jimin watched the puddle of lust under his boot squirm, dipping his free hand into his own underwear to stroke his dick. He’d been chubbing watching Yoongi’s display of submission, and now he stroked himself to full hardness watching the smaller man writhe like a needy bitch. The dom sighed out in pleasure, rubbing from base to tip over and over. Precum dribbled from the tip, wetting the inside of his underwear and his fingers. Jimin groaned quietly as he ran his thumb over the head. His eyes roamed over Yoongi’s body. The pale expanse of his skin was begging to be marred by bruises. While his face was obscured by the boot pressed into it, Jimin could imagine his pained, yet elated expression.

The dominant felt like he was boiling when imagining the picture: Yoongi’s eyebrows knit together, lips pouted in need, cheeks pink with desire, and eyes teary with frustrated pleasure. Jimin couldn’t wait much longer.

“Hands and knees.”

Yoongi had no time to react before he was pulled up by his neck. He gasped for air, sputtering on his breath against the tight tugging of the collar, as Jimin led him towards the bedroom.

The sub struggled to crawl correctly, stumbling over his own limbs and crashing into the back of Jimin’s legs.

“Ugh, clumsy pet.” Jimin scoffed, wrapping the leash around his hand once more to tighten it even further. He dug his precum-covered fingers into Yoongi’s hair, wiping them clean, and gripping tight. Yoongi whimpered loudly as he was dragged by his neck and hair into the bedroom.

“Sorry, Sir-”

Yoongi yelped as he was tossed against the side of the bed, no regard shown for his well being.

“Of course you are, you’re sorry for everything.” Jimin crowded Yoongi, standing tall above him, glaring down at him with cold eyes. Leash still in his grip, the dominant pulled the smaller man’s head towards his crotch.

Before Yoongi could do as much as gasp, one of Jimin’s booted feet was propped up onto the bed behind him.

“Your mouth isn’t good for much except sucking dick. I’m tired of hearing you talk.” Jimin grabbed the back of Yoongi’s head, tangling his fingers in his long locks.

Yoongi, face to face with the obvious bulge in Jimin’s briefs, gazed up at him with adoringly pained eyes. Jimin grinned wolfishly.

“Open up, dollface.”

As Jimin reached into his underwear and slid his dick out into the air of the bedroom, Yoongi obediently let his mouth fall wide open. The sub’s tongue lolled out of his mouth heavily, eyes locked on the emerging cock in front of him, face visibly lighting up with excitement.

“Yeah, you excited for my dick?” Jimin laughed, tapping the head against Yoongi’s pretty pink tongue a few times. The salty taste spread across Yoongi’s mouth and he shifted on his knees needily.

There was an attempted ‘Yes, Sir’ in response, but the open mouth and dick on Yoongi’s palette made it indiscernible. Jimin chuckled fondly in response.

Resting the hand with the leash on his raised knee, Jimin fed his cock into Yoongi’s waiting mouth slowly. The wet heat encompassed him deliciously. The dom tilted his head in pleasure, eyes shutting.

Yoongi made little whimpering noises as the salty, musky skin reached further and further back on his tongue. He opened his mouth even wider to accommodate the length, fingers clawing at the floor in glee.

Finally, Sir was giving him his cock.

Yoongi tightened his lips around the shaft. He allowed his saliva to pool in his cheeks and on his tongue, making a nice wet hole for his Sir to use.

Jimin groaned when the sub below him shifted his tongue to allow the dick deeper into his throat.

“Yeah, just like that, subby.” Jimin sighed heavily. Keeping a tight grip on the leash, he slowly began thrusting his hips. He used the hand on the back of Yoongi’s head to make the smaller man’s mouth meet his thrusts halfway. “That’s good~”

Jimin’s moans were music to Yoongi’s ears. He eagerly laved at the underside of his dominant’s cock, gazing up at the other with hazy eyes.

Gradually, Jimin’s thrusting became quicker. Yoongi’s mouth provided an easy slide, slick with hot saliva. The thigh next to Yoongi’s head, caging him against the bed, flexed with each motion of Jimin’s hips.

The tip inched further and further towards the back of Yoongi’s throat each time. He whined around the dick in his mouth, hands coming up to grip at Jimin’s thighs. The dominant looked down to him and tightened his hold on his hair.

“Don’t tell me you’re struggling with just this?” He laughed through his panting, tilting his head at the elder.

Yoongi could’ve fainted at how sinfully handsome Jimin looked: hair falling in his eyes, sweat starting to bead on his brow, and oh god his eyes. The way they had darkened with pure lust, so obviously full of the filthiest ill intentions.

The submissive whimpered in response, sucking on Jimin’s cock instead of just being a hole now.

Jimin cursed and bucked his hips hard into Yoongi’s throat. This time the tip caught Yoongi’s gag reflex, and Jimin reveled in the way his eyes rolled back in his head while he choked.

“I’ll give you something to cry about.” Jimin’s deep-voiced threat was accented with another harsh thrust.

Yoongi dug his nails into Jimin’s skin as the other began to assault his throat with his dick. Each thrust had saliva leaking from his lips, dripping down his chin, and dribbling down his neck in thick droplets. The pounding had the tip forced into his throat every time, followed by a gag, and accented with a cry of struggle from the sub.

He tried to keep his eyes on Jimin, he really did, but his vision became blurry with the involuntary roll of his eyes that accompanied every strangled choke. Yoongi’s cheeks grew pink and his eyes watery.

“Yeah? Gonna cry on my cock?” Jimin laughed cruelly. He suddenly yanked on the leash, pulled Yoongi as far as possible towards him, and held him in place.

Yoongi was sent into a cycle of neverending gags, mouth wide open and drool trickling out obscenely. He coughed on Jimin’s dick harshly as his vision faded even more, so much that he lost sight of his dominant.

“Go on, cry. Cry on my dick you pathetic little bitch.” Yoongi could still hear him, though. He heard the wicked words. Combined with the brutal sensations, the rough treatment caused tears to spring from Yoongi’s eyes. Rivers of black makeup rushed down his cheeks, staining his pretty skin.

He cried loudly, the heavy breaths combined with his sloppy choking. Yoongi wept around Jimin’s cock desperately.

He needed Jimin. He loved feeling like this. He loved being used. He loved being worthless.

Jimin suddenly tugged Yoongi off of him by his hair, loosening the length of the leash.

“Breathe.” He ordered, yanking Yoongi’s head back to open up his airway. The submissive gasped for air, vision returning as he gazed up at his dominant with stars in his eyes. Jimin looked over the spit-soaked, tear-stained man, smiling deviously at his creation.

“Messy. You’re not very good at keeping clean, are you?” Jimin bent his knees, coming down to be face to face with Yoongi.

Gulping down a breath, “N-No, Sir,” Yoongi managed to respond, blinking away his fat, mascara-filled teardrops.

Jimin smiled, a mix of adoration and desire to ruin. He cupped Yoongi’s cheek and wiped away the tears with his thumb.

“There’s so many possibilities… I want to do so many things to you, baby.” He cooed, leaning forward and pressing his forehead to Yoongi’s

“Anything, Sir-” Yoongi gasped out quickly.

Jimin smirked at the sub. He’d succeeded in getting Yoongi into the best headspace for their play: desperate for anything and everything Jimin would do to him, no matter how malicious.

“Anything? Feeling bold I see.” He chuckled breathily. “What do you want, baby? Tell Sir what you want.”

Jimin’s dick twitched in the air when Yoongi panted up at him with such disoriented eyes. He already looked utterly disheveled and prideless.

“Sir, Sir-” Yoongi nuzzled the hand that held his face adoringly. “I need Sir to fuck me, I need it so bad.” His voice was airy, nearly gone from his throat being assaulted.

Jimin raised an eyebrow.

“You need it? You need me to fuck you?” He propositioned coolly.

“Y-Yes, Sir! I need you to fuck me like I’m worthless-”

Yoongi yelped when the backhanded slap came down hard against his cheek. He panted, eyes cast down to the floor in fear. His cheek stung intensely where Jimin’s knuckles had struck him.

“What did I tell you about your needs?!” Jimin bellowed, voice full of unbridled anger. Yoongi flinched in terror.

“M-My needs?” Yoongi quivered underneath the dominant’s scrutinous glare.

“Yes, your pathetic ‘needs’.” Jimin rolled his eyes, a sarcastic voice put on the last word of the phrase.

Yoongi trembled as he slowly looked towards Jimin again.

“I don’t- I don’t have needs…” Yoongi recounted his mistake and a small voice.

“I could’ve been convinced you think differently, sub.” Jimin pulled the leash taut again, pulling Yoongi’s head upright.

“I’m sorry-”

“You don’t have needs!” Jimin boomed, cutting off the whimpering Yoongi. “You have wants. Pathetic, worthless, miserable little wants that I’m nice enough to grant to a useless little thing like you.”

“Y-Yes, Sir-” Yoongi flinched when the hand came down into his hair. “I’m so sorry, Sir…”

Jimin huffed a disbelieving laugh. “Sure you are. I’m not positive that a stupid sub like you could even understand the difference between needs and wants.”

Yoongi cried out as he was dragged by his hair and collar onto the bed. In a quick motion, the leash was switched from the front O-ring to the back O-ring, and Jimin took a firm hold of it from where he stood behind Yoongi.

“Your pitiful little brain can’t tell the difference between what it wants and what it needs.” Jimin kicked Yoongi’s legs apart with his boots, stepping between them and firmly pressing himself against the sub’s behind. “You’re convinced you need to get railed to survive, huh?”

“I-I don’t know, Sir-” Yoongi groaned laboriously. He was panting, squirming underneath Jimin’s watchful eye, face down on the bed.

The dominant threw his head back and laughed. “Of course you don’t! You’re just like a breeding bitch in heat, hardwired to get fucked as your only purpose. That’s all you're good for, huh? A nice doll I can use to get my dick wet?”

Yoongi felt the back of his briefs get torn off his legs, tossed somewhere into the dark abyss of his bedroom. Jimin’s followed immediately after.

“I-I want Sir to fuck me, yes please-” Yoongi grasped the sheets in his fists, grinding his painfully hard cock into the matress.

“Now you’ve got it.” Jimin laid the hand with the leash against Yoongi’s lower back to hold him down. Without much decorum, the taller man grasped the base of the plug in Yoongi’s ass and pulled it out with a satisfying slide.

Yoongi moaned loudly into the warm air of the bedroom, lifting his head and arching.

“You want it, yeah Yoongi?” Jimin cooed behind him.

Yoongi whimpered as he felt a hand on his ass cheek, pulling it to the side to expose his gaping hole. With an unceremonious noise, Jimin spat directly onto it, and Yoongi flinched in response.

“More than anything-” The sub managed to choke out. He ground his angry red tip into the mattress with a shameless moan.

“You want Sir to fuck you like the worthless submissive you are?” Jimin grasped his cock in his hand and let even more spit fall onto it.

“Please, please, please~” Yoongi begged frantically. “Want, want, want-”

Jimin grinned as Yoongi chose the correct word this time, a sense of pride for smacking some sense into the smaller man spreading in his chest.

“I know, baby, I know you want it.” Jimin chuckled as he pressed his head to Yoongi’s wet hole.

Yoongi moaned, inconsolable, “I want it, I want you to fuck me-” He was finally shut up when Jimin’s dick breached his hole, whimpering smally.

“Sir’s here, Yoongi. Sir is fucking you.” Jimin cooed, pressing his hips forward slowly. He propped up his boot on the bed again, placing his free hand on the small of Yoongi’s back, and using the leash to pull the smaller man’s head up by his neck.

“Oh, Sir~” Yoongi keened as Jimin bottomed out inside of him. His eyes rolled back in his head, mouth hanging open with a groan of pure satisfaction.

“Good boy, good baby.” Jimin whispered. He pulled his hips backwards, looking down at the puffy hole that hugged his cock tight. He bit his lip, his own eyelashes fluttering, as he felt the warm slide of Yoongi’s hole.

Yoongi’s toes curled as Jimin bucked in and out gently, starting off slowly to ease into the motion. He would dig his head into the sheets to whimper, but that option wasn’t a possibility with Jimin holding him up with the leash.

With every movement of Jimin’s hips, Yoongi’s dick slid against the sheets of the bed, delicious friction being ground into his sensitive shaft. He twitched around Jimin uncontrollably as he was essentially forced to grind against the mattress.

Jimin cursed under his breath and picked up the pace. He pressed his hand down harder into the small of Yoongi’s back to seize control of the sub’s body and rutted his hips against his ass.

“You feel good, sub. You’re good for this~” Jimin angled a particular thrust, and smirked when it caused Yoongi to jolt with a broken cry. “Good for fucking.”

Yoongi couldn’t formulate a response before the thrusting became intense. Hard, fast, rough grinding into his hole was what he was forced to bear. He cried out loudly, head held up for Jimin to hear all of his desperate moaning.

It was hot, wet, and buzzing with energy. Yoongi felt the tip of Jimin’s cock dig deep into his insides, drawing cries of frantic moans from his throat.

“Sir, Sir, Sir-” Yoongi choked each of his words. The collar Jimin was pulling on was tight against his throat, holding him in a beautiful arched position.

“You feel Sir deep in you, Yoongi?” Jimin grunted, digging his nails into the sub’s spine.

“Y-Yes-” Yoongi managed to stutter, knees bending and thighs twitching. “Sir makes me feel good~”

Jimin moaned loudly when Yoongi voiced his praise. The tight heat around his dick was heavenly, but having a sniveling sub moaning underneath him only added to the pleasure.

Yoongi choked on a gasp when he suddenly felt the bottom of a boot against his shoulder. His chest was forced against the bed, head still forced upward by the leash, and Jimin was kneeling on the back of his thigh.

“Sir!” Yoongi nearly screamed when he was taken from a new angle. The animalistic thrusts stabbed his prostate each time, Jimin mounting him like this was the last thing they would do.

“Fucking take it.” Jimin spat, reaching a hand around the side of Yoongi’s head. He dipped his fingers into the slick warmth of Yoongi’s mouth, grabbing onto his jaw and holding firmly. “Take my cock, Yoongi. You wanted this. You wanted to be my plaything.”

Yoongi could only moan sloppily around Jimin’s fingers. He had tears in his eyes again: his prostate was being assaulted, his throat was being rubbed raw by the collar, and his dick was in a puddle of its own precum on the sheets.

“You want this. You’re a dirty little sub. Useless little bitch who wants to be abused.” Jimin mocked Yoongi, but the laugh came out more as a gasp. The dominant was getting close too.

Yoongi whimpered when the tip of his dick caught the sheet in a particular way, and the angry head was rubbed across its slit.

Pinned against the bed under Jimin’s foot, drool dribbling down his chin, fingers nearly tearing through the sheets, and head yanked back by his leash, Yoongi shot his orgasm into the sheets under his tummy.

As Yoongi’s eyes rolled back in his head obscenely, Jimin grunted with a few more thrusts into the dizzyingly tight, welcoming heat of Yoongi’s ass.

“Good boy, good Yoongi, good sub-” He moaned loudly and spilled his release into that puffy, red hole.

As Jimin bucked sporadically through his orgasm, his cum spurted out of Yoongi’s hole around his cock. It dribbled down Yoongi’s perineum and thighs with Jimin’s violent thrusts.

Yoongi gasped short breaths as he was fucked into oversensitivity, tongue wrapping around Jimin’s fingers messily. He whimpered, twitching uncontrollably as his dominant finally slowed his thrusting to gentle rocking.

“So good, baby. Yoongi, you’re such a good boy.” Jimin, though exhausted himself, made sure to say it loud and clear for the sub to hear. He removed his boot from Yoongi’s back and met the other on the bed, pressing his body up against the sub’s slick-with-sweat back.

Yoongi released little whines as Jimin gently wrapped his arms around him, holding him close and kissing the back of his neck above the collar.

“Tell Sir you understand. I need to hear you, doll.” Jimin’s voice was close, hot on his ear, and comforting.

Yoongi panted gently and he was able to press his forehead against the mattress finally.

“I-I understand, Sir…” He whispered in response. His voice was raspy, ruined from their session.

“Tell me you know you’re a good boy. Sir needs to hear that you know you’re the best boy.” Jimin pressed a gentle kiss to Yoongi’s ear.

The dominant rolled them onto their sides, pulling over a pillow to rest under Yoongi’s head, but never once leaving his sub’s side.

As Jimin doted on him, making him comfortable and wrapping him in a blanket without ever pulling out, Yoongi nodded slowly.

“I-I know I’m a good boy… I’m Sir’s good boy.” He looked up at Jimin, who held the leash loosely in his hand. When Yoongi saw the younger’s smiling face, he smiled too.

“Good job, honey. Relax, calm down.” Jimin hushed Yoongi and pet his hair delicately. He made sure to keep a hold on the leash so as to not shatter Yoongi’s headspace all at once. Jimin leaned down and placed a kiss on Yoongi’s nose, and then his lips. “You’re the best sub a dom could ask for. You’re so, so perfect, Yoongi.”

Yoongi smiled faintly and pressed his own kiss against Jimin’s lips. He felt floaty, like he could melt into this bed and never leave. He’d like that: to be here with Jimin forever, attached to his leash.

Yoongi hummed softly when he pulled away from the kiss.

“Yes, Sir~” The sub whispered into his dom’s lips.

And so Jimin and Yoongi laid together, floating in their little bubble of ecstasy, having satisfied their deepest wants and needs.