[M] Bossy Bottom (1/1)

WELL DAMN! WHY ARE YOU SO DEMANDING? (BUT NOT REALLY) “Are you sure you don’t want to stay to help teach Suga-hyung the new steps?” Jimin asked Jung Kook and Hoseok. “No thanks, I promised Leader-Mon I’d buy him meat for not screwing up at practice today,” Hobi turned down while adjusting his snapback over his sweaty hair. “Ah, you suck hyung,” Jimin pouted lightly pushing Hoseok towards the door. “I love you too, Jiminnie,” Hoseok laughed out before blowing the younger a kiss and then taking his leave. “Well what about you Jung Kookie?” Jimin asked hugging the maknae from behind. Jung Kook wriggled free, “No, Jin-hyung promised to make V-hyung and me food if we help him cook and clean the kitchen afterwards,” he told his hyung as he too left, not even waiting for a response from Jimin. “Rude little brat,” Jimin mumbled just as Yoongi entered the practice room.  “Alright let’s get this over with,” Yoongi griped as he tossed his book bag on the floor in the corner, and then placed his hat on the floor beside it. “We need to stretch first, hyung,” Jimin instructed placing his hands on the elder’s hips. Yoongi wrapped his hands around Jimin’s wrists, “We can’t do that if you’re standing this close,” he said pulling the younger’s hands away. Jimin wrapped his arms around Yoongi’s waist this time, “We have to be close for the type of stretching I’m thinking about,” he said resting his chin on the rapper’s shoulder, ‘May as well take advantage of this empty room,’ he thought to himself.  “What makes you think I want to do that type of stretching?”  Suga asked pulling away from Jimin again. He turned to face the singer and rested his elbows on the wooden beam screwed into the wall, they used it for stretching (well Hobi, Jimin, and Jung Kook did). “You didn’t seem to have any problems last night in the shower,” Jimin cutely pouted as he sat down on the floor and stretched his legs out in front of him.  Yoongi silently weighed his options…which strenuous activity sounded more satisfying? Dancing or fucking? Yoongi rolled his eyes, ‘Well that’s a stupid question,’ he scolded himself as he stooped down to briefly dig through his bag. After he found what he was looking for, he stood to face the singer. “Jimin-ah,” Yoongi said walking closer to the younger, “if we do this, then you have to do all the work.”  The singer smiled and stood up, “How is that any different from last night?” he playfully asked before kissing the rapper.  Suga flipped Jimin’s hand palm-side up and placed a condom and a small packet of lube there. Jimin laughed and stuffed the items into his pocket, “I see you found the presents I left in your bag last night,” he said gripping the front of the rapper’s t-shirt. “You should be happy I was alone in the production room when I found that crap, or else I would’ve had a lot of explaining to do to manager-hyung,” Yoongi replied with a furrow of his brows, “Why’d you put that stuff in there anyway?” Jimin shrugged, “I thought it would be funny for someone else to find,” he answered with an innocent eye-smile. Yoongi rolled his eyes, but allowed himself to be backed up against the mirror wall as Jimin kissed his neck. The elder hissed when he felt Jimin suck at his neck a little too roughly, “Yah Jimin, don’t leave any marks,” he chastised, though he couldn’t stop his fingers from fisting in dark hair. “Too late,” Jimin mumbled with a grin as he ran his tongue over the bright red bruise he just left.  Before he could clamp his mouth back on the rapper’s delectable pale skin, Yoongi’s hand had blocked his path. “Why don’t you put that pretty mouth of yours to better use, Jimin-ah,” the rapper suggested as he mushed the younger’s face away from his abused neck. He lifted up his t-shirt, glanced down at the erection forming a tent in his shorts, and then he looked at the singer with an expectant look. Jimin laughed and dropped to his knees before Yoongi, more than happy to give the hardworking rapper what he wanted. He nipped at Suga’s cock through his shorts, “Stop teasing your hyung Jimin,” the elder scolded flicking Jimin’s forehead, “it’s not nice.” Jimin laughed again, “Sorry hyung,” he said rubbing his forehead. He untied the drawstring and pulled Yoongi’s shorts down around his ankles. Jimin wasted no time in wrapping his full lips around the elder’s waiting erection.  Yoongi groaned and let his hand rest on the back of Jimin’s head, “Think you can take me all the way down like you did yesterday?” he questioned hopefully. His response was the tickle of the singer’s lips against his fine hairs, “Fuck singing, this is your true talent Jimin,” he happily complimented as his hips rolled forward. Jimin ran his tongue along the underside of Suga’s cock before pulling back to suck the tip.  Suga pushed the singer’s head back down onto his cock and sighed contently when Jimin’s throat hugged him warmly, “You are amazing,” he muttered bucking his hips forward again. The singer’s mouth was heaven. Jimin lifted Yoongi’s right leg over his shoulder and the pulled the lube packet from his pocket. Yoongi found himself clutching the beam tightly as cold fingers pressed against his opening, “Fuck Jimin, that stuff is cold,” he complained as he struggled to hold himself up. Jimin let Yoongi’s cock slip from his mouth, “Ah, I’m sorry Suga-hyung,” he apologized, “Do you want me to stop?”  Yoongi shook his head, “No, I just wish you would’ve warned me,” he said pressing his back into the cold mirrors so he could rest more of his weight on the beam. Jimin straightened up and let the elder’s leg slide down until his knee hooked around his elbow, “Well, I’m going to put my fingers in now,” he warned.  Yoongi let out a deep breath as Jimin pushed two of his fingers inside. He gripped the beam tighter and felt his toes curl in his sneakers when a third finger was added. “How does it feel Yoongi-hyung?” Jimin asked before he kissed the rapper’s neck again. Suga managed to control his face long enough to give the younger a stale look, “Don’t ask stupid questions, Park Jimin,” though he sounded annoyed, he used his lifted leg to hug Jimin closer.  “Why do you have to be so mean to me hyung?” Jimin complained through a pout as he shoved his fingers in deeper, opening and closing them inside. “You’ll be OK,” the elder mumbled before he bit back another moan. Yoongi’s eyes widened when the pressure of Jimin’s stocky fingers began to lessen, “Why are you stopping Jimin?” he frantically yelled. “I have to put on the condom Suga-hyung,” the singer justified with an apologetic smile. “No you keep your fingers there, give me the condom and I’ll do it,” the rapper volunteered. Yoongi watched as Jimin used his free arm to awkwardly reach into his opposite side pocket to retrieve the condom. He balanced his weight on the beam to relieve his hands of holding duty so he could accept the condom. The rapper clenched the contraceptive between his perfect pearly whites and leaned forward to unzip the singer’s jeans, “I’ll never understand how you can practice in your jeans,” Yoongi managed to say through his teeth as he tugged down Jimin’s jeans and boxers. Jimin used his free hand to help pull his jeans down to his knees. He shoved his fingers in and out of the rapper at a nice pace while he waited for the condom. Yoongi tore open the condom and quickly rolled it onto Jimin’s untouched cock, he gave the younger a couple of quick strokes before he sat up straight again. Jimin pulled his cramping fingers free and stretched them before gripping the beam beneath the rapper’s bottom for extra support. He rubbed his cock against Yoongi’s opening, “Are you ready hyung?” he asked. Yoongi nodded as Jimin slowly pushed his way inside. Jimin pulled Yoongi’s other leg onto his shoulder, gripped his thighs, and rolled his hips forward to dig deeper.   Yoongi grabbed the back of the singer’s neck and pulled him into a sloppy kiss, “Harder, Jiminnie,” he ordered. “OK hyung,” Jimin nodded as he slammed his hips forward, so hard that the beam began to tremble beneath the rapper. Yoongi reached past their tangled limbs and grabbed ahold of Jimin’s hips, pulling him closer (and hopefully deeper).  The singer moaned when teeth nipped at his neck, “I thought you said no marks hyung,” he panted out as his hips went into double time. Yoongi chuckled and bit Jimin’s neck in a different spot, “I can’t resist,” came his grunted admission. It took all Jimin’s will power to keep his knees from buckling when Yoongi ran the flat of his tongue over his Adam’s apple, “You must want me to drop you,” he whined. “OK, I’ll stop,” Yoongi easily gave in; not because Jimin was whining, but because the singer’s sweaty neck was leaving an unbearable salty taste in his mouth.  Jimin dropped his head on his hyung’s shoulder and roughly surged his hips forward again, “Hyung I’m gonna come,” he moaned against the skin there. Yoongi shook his head as his back smacked into the mirror again, “I’m not. Don’t come yet Jimin,” he ordered firmly. “I’m sorry hyung, I can’t hold it,” Jimin cried out before he sank his teeth into the rapper’s shoulder and came hard into his condom.  Yoongi hissed in pain and tried to shake the singer off. “Great, you came too early…again,” Suga complained in disappointment, “And why did you bite me?” “Ah, I’m sorry hyung, you just felt so good. I couldn’t help it,” Jimin mumbled against his neck. “Well I still haven’t come, so you know what to do,” Yoongi ordered with a nod of his head. Jimin nodded in return, “Yes hyung, I know what to do,” he replied before he kissed the rapper.  He released one of Yoongi’s thighs so he could wrap his hand around the unsatisfied rock-solid cock between them. He slowly stroked the elder, from top to base, and kissed him again. Yoongi wrapped his hand around Jimin’s, “Do it harder, Jimin, and faster,” he requested taking control. With his hand trapped beneath Yoongi’s vigorously pumping one, Jimin focused his attention on regaining control of his breathing.  “Daebak, I’m coming,” Yoongi groaned as his head involuntarily jolted back against the mirrors, his cum coated both their hands. He let out a deep satisfied breath and relaxed his weight on the beam, which was a very bad idea. Their eyes popped open when they heard a creaking sound; in seconds, the beam gave out and the pair of musicians toppled to the cold hardwood floor. “You broke the stretching beam hyung,” Jimin accused. His brown eyes followed the diagonal line the once horizontal beam made, half of it was now lying on the floor beside them. “WE broke the beam, Park Jimin,” Yoongi quickly corrected. Jimin laughed and shook his head, “No, you were the only one sitting on it,” he retorted, he was not going to get blamed for this.  “Whatever just help me fix it,” Yoongi demanded getting up. “Can we get dressed first?” Jimin innocently queried. Yoongi nodded, “Good idea,” he conceded. Unfortunately, they couldn’t fix the beam, and decided to lie and say it just happened on its own. No one needed to know how it was agitated from continuous strain from two people having spontaneous sex on it… They froze and looked up when they heard the door swing open, “We got all the way to the dorms when I realized I left my phone,” Jung Kook said walking inside the practice room. He walked past his hyungs toward the far corner of the room where a cluster of outlets were. He reached down and grabbed his cell phone off the charger and checked to see if he had any new notifications.  “Well since I’m here now, do you still want help with learning the new choreography Yoongi-hyung?” he asked turning to look at the eldest member in the room. “Uh…yea, Jung Kookie,” he apathetically agreed, his energy was completely drained, “but can we pick it up tomorrow? Jimin worked me hard enough already.”  Jimin choked on his spit and stared at the elder with wide shocked eyes, as if he was asking, ‘How could you say that?’ Yoongi shrugged off the singer’s stare, it was a true statement…so what if the maknae thought he meant dancing? Jung Kook nodded, “OK, hyung.” “Good, let’s go back to the dorms so I can take a nap,” Yoongi said as he put his snapback on and grabbed his book bag. “Yea, I’m wiped,” Jimin quickly said as he pulled the maknae toward the door. “Uh, guys…what happened to the stretching beam?” Jung Kook asked as he was forcibly dragged out the door. “It was like that when I got here,” Yoongi lied. “I DON’T KNOW,” Jimin yelled a little too loudly. So much for their plan. ARE YOU GUYS SENSING A PATTERN????? BOTTOM RAPJOON? BOTTOM MIN SUGA? CAN YOU GUESS WHO'S NEXT?????