[A/N - Part 1 is set in 2021. Videos with the music can be found at the top, after the picture. Enjoy!]

"You can touch me with slow hands. Speed it up, baby, make me sweat. Dreamland, take me there 'cause I want your sex. If my body had a say, I wouldn't turn away, Touch, make love, taste you. If my body told the truth, baby I would do just what I want to."
~Demi Lovato, 'Body Say'

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*Jimin's POV*

"Ngh- ah- Yoongi!" I cried out. Yoongi grabbed a handful of my blush pink hair and pulled roughly, making me gasp.

"What did you just call me?" Yoongi spat. I whimpered under his harsh gaze. I didn't need to look back at him to know what look he was giving me; I knew better than that. His dark eyes would be narrowed and his lips would be curled up in a snarl. His mint hair would be stuck to his forehead with sweat. Even though his gaze scared me, it also excited me. But I knew better than to look at him at this moment. A submissive is not supposed to make eye contact with his dominate without permission. Yoongi made sure I knew that.

"D-daddy... I'm s-sorry.." I managed to stutter between gasps. Yoongi dug his fingers into my hips and pounded harder into me. I felt his calloused hand trail up my back and slowly settle on my throat.

"You little slut.. Did you forget your place? Looks like you need to be reminded who you belong to." Yoongi's hand slightly tightened around my throat. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. He knew that I wouldn't last much longer while he was squeezing my throat.

I felt my climax approaching and started panting. Combined with the pressure Yoongi currently had on my throat, I was breathing heavier and started to feel lightheaded and euphoric. "Daddy," I whimpered, "I'm going to cum.. p-please, daddy.."

Yoongi removed his other hand from my hip and snaked it around my waist, harshly grabbing my leaking member. He placed a thumb over the slick slit of my cock.

"Did you think I would let you cum that easily? You fucking whore. Whores don't get to cum whenever they want. Whores have to be patient."

I let out a high pitched whine as Yoongi continued to abuse my prostate with his large member. Between the feeling of Yoongi pounding into my prostate and applying pressure to my throat, the pleasure was beginning to become painful as I was denied my release.

"Daddy, please... I promise I'll be a good boy... please daddy, it h-hurts!" Choking out a sob, I let hot tears flow freely down my cheeks. I heard Yoongi chuckle behind me as he slowed his movements.

"Look at you, begging like the little slut you are. Begging for me to make you cum with my cock." I felt his breath on my back as he let out a heavy sigh. "I was hoping you would be more patient, but it looks like you're too needy tonight." Yoongi loosened his grip on my cock and began to stroke the hard length. I let out a strangled cry as he hit my prostate dead on.

"Cum, slut!" Yoongi growled. As my moans became louder and higher-pitched, Yoongi tightened his grip on my throat, sending me over the edge. I let out a loud gasp and saw stars as I felt myself reach my climax. My legs were shaking as I shot my white release onto the pink sheets beneath me. Yoongi pulled his still hard cock out, making me whine at the loss. He stood up and discarded the condom. I let out a yelp as he grabbed my arm and tugged me off the bed. I immediately knew what he wanted and sunk to my knees. He brought the tip of his dick to my puffy lips.

"Open," he demanded coldly. Letting my jaw relax, I opened my mouth wide. I felt his hot member graze past my pink lips until he was about halfway in my mouth. I sat there frozen, awaiting my next order.

"Suck," he commanded. I immediately closed my mouth around his member and swirled my tongue around his length. I heard him let out a low groan and his hand pushed into my hair.

"Look at you, taking my cock so well... such a good slut for daddy. You love tasting my dick, don't you?" I let his small praise get to my head and let out a moan around his dick. Yoongi groaned at the vibrations my moan caused. His grip in my hair tightened to slow my movements. He brought his hand up to my face and tapped my jaw. I immediately let my jaw go slack and prepared for what was to come. Yoongi roughly shoved his thick dick into my mouth. I had to hold back a gag as he fucked my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. Hot tears sprung at the corners of my eyes as I tried to keep my gags back as he forced me to deepthroat him. I wanted to be a good boy for him.

I heard Yoongi's breath quicken and I knew I only had to bear this for a little bit longer. I could do this. I could be his good boy.

"F-fuck!" Yoongi grunted as he shot his hot load into the back of my throat. I immediately swallowed what he gave me and used my tongue to clean the rest of his length. Yoongi released the hold he had on my hair and pulled away from me. He glanced my way and gave me a quick nod, letting me know that our little play time was over. When I saw him reaching for his clothes, I knew I was able to do the same. We got dressed in silence. I shifted my weight on my legs and fidgeted with my fingers.

"Y-yoongi?" I asked hesitantly.

Yoongi spared me a quick glance as he continued to work on the buttons of his shirt. "What is it?" He mumbled.

"Do you, um, want to watch a movie or something?" I had a feeling what his answer would be, but I wanted to give it a shot anyway. I knew I wasted my breath when I heard him let out a sigh.

"Jimin... that's not how this works. You know this. Don't make things complicated, okay? I'll see you at the meeting." He brushed his mint green hair out of his face as he opened the door and exited my room.

Even though I knew I shouldn't, I couldn't help but feel disappointed. We've been hooking up for awhile now, 9 months to be exact. He would always come by when he was feeling horny or stressed, and then would leave immediately after. He never stuck around to spend time with me. To make me feel like I was more than just a quick fuck. In fact, there were a lot of things Yoongi never did. He never called me by my name during sex. I was always 'slut' or 'whore'. I wasn't sure if I had a degrading kink, but if Yoongi liked it, then I would deal with it. He never let me face him or look at him during sex. I was always either on all fours, or bent over a desk. I wished he would let me look into his eyes while he was inside of me, but I guess he didn't like the intimacy. I've gotten used to it by now, but I can't help but wish things were different.

Why do I put up with all this? Well, it's simple.

I'm in love with Min Yoongi.

Stupid, I know. But I was in love with him for two years before we started hooking up.

I remember the day we first got together. It was probably the best day of my life up to this point.

(Flashback nine months ago)

We were working on the choreography for our latest song. Hoseok was at the front, scolding Jin for forgetting yet another step. I had been practicing on my own while watching myself in the mirror. My orange hair was drenched with sweat. I had the basics of the movements down, but I knew I could do better. My eyes flickered to the body laying on the floor across the room. I let out a small chuckle as I watched him breathing heavily. I made my way over to him.

"Come on, hyung. I think we've practiced enough for tonight." I extended my hand to the white-haired boy on the floor. He opened his eyes and gave me a small grin as he saw me. I wasn't sure if he was smiling because of me, or because I said he could go home. Either way, it was enough to make my heart flutter. He took my hand and I helped pull him off the floor.

"Namjoon?" I called out to our leader. Namjoon gave me a nod in agreement and turned to Hoseok, who was still berating Jin.

"Hoseok, let's call it a night. I'm sure everyone will do better tomorrow if they're given the chance to get a good night's sleep tonight." If anyone was going to convince Hoseok to allow us to stop dancing for the night, it was Joon.

Hoseok sighed and ran a hand through his red hair. "Fine, but you guys better not forget everything you learned tonight. I'm talking to you, Jin." The eldest of our group rolled his eyes and went to gather his stuff. Jungkook and Taehyung snickered at their elder as they made their way towards the door.

We arrived back home around nine o'clock at night, about five hours after we left for the dance studio. Jungkook dramatically flung himself on the couch. Taehyung passed by us while humming a song as he headed to his room. I watched as Jungkook's eyes followed him and I smirked, shaking my head. I grabbed his arm and pulled him up.

"Come on, you really need to shower before you fall asleep. You practiced really hard tonight," I told him. Jungkook let out a whine.

"Hyuuunng~, I'm tired~" He was whining like a five-year-old, but he was my best friend and I wanted to make sure he took care of himself.

"Just a quick one, then you can sleep, I promise," I said as I nudged him towards his room. He let out an overly dramatic sigh, but eventually caved and went to his room to wash up. I chuckled at his childishness and went to my own room to shower.

I wandered around the house with my towel still around my neck, occasionally raising it to try and dry my hair some more. I passed by Yoongi's studio, and paused when I heard noises coming from inside. It was late, what was he still doing up? I cautiously knocked on the door.

"Come in," I heard Yoongi sigh. I pushed open the door and stepped in. Yoongi was sitting at his computer, running his hands over his face in frustration. His headphones were resting around his neck and his hair was still damp from his shower.

"Hyung? Is everything okay?" I questioned.

"Everything's fine, Jimin. Don't worry about it."

I hesitated at the door. "Are you feeling stressed about the new song?"

Yoongi sighed and let out a little hum in confirmation. That little sound made the blood rise to my face, making my cheeks pink. God, I loved his little sounds he would make. I don't think he realizes it, but everything about him always seems to leave me speechless. His gummy smile. The way he would scrunch his nose up. The little noises he made while eating. The way he scratches his ears when he's feeling shy. I adored everything about him.

I peeked out the door and noticed everyone seemed to be in their rooms. I slowly closed the door, leaving myself alone with Yoongi.

"You know," I started, taking a step towards Yoongi, "if you're feeling stressed, I can help... relieve some of that stress." I felt my cheeks grow hotter. I had never approached Yoongi in this way. But I had been in love with him for two years, and I was tired of waiting for him to make a move.

"Hm?" Yoongi hummed, still focusing on his work. I took a deep breath and reached out to him. I felt him flinch as I pulled his headphones off his neck and set them on the desk. He looked up at me with questioning eyes. "Jimin? What are you..?"

I tugged at his sleeve, indicating I wanted him to stand up. He slowly rose from his seat, eyes locked on my face. My grip on his sleeve tightened as I pulled him towards me.

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Chapter one is done! I wasn't sure if I was going to get it posted today, but I felt really inspired! I feel like this chapter was kinda long, but oh well. I still have more of the flashback, but I'll save it for chapter two 😉

I hope you guys like the songs I'm adding to these chapters. I love listening to music while I read. I have a playlist called "emo hours" that I listen to while I read sad/angsty books 😛

See you in the next chapter! Don't forget to leave a vote!
-Gumbie