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A soft whimper from a very fucked out Park Jimin had Min Yoongi’s heart pounding. He had Jimin tied to the headboard and blindfolded. Jimin being the one to bring up BDSM made this sight 20 times better. Jimin had given Yoongi a list of things he wanted to try out, everything from light bondage to blood play, Yoongi was honestly thrilled.
A muffled moan snapped Yoongi out of his thoughts. Jimin had his bottom lip between his teeth while trying to fuck himself against Yoongi’s fingers. His eyes raked over the younger, taking the whole situation in.
“Please” Jimin whimpered and pushed back as far as he could. Yoongi gave in and finally started properly fingering him, eliciting high pitched moan.
“Tell me what you want me to do kitten, tonight’s all for you.” Yoongi worked his fingers a little faster, curling them against the younger’s prostate.
“Hurt me, fuck. Just hurt me, use me.” Jimin writhed on the bed beneath Yoongi. Yoongi looked back over the list on the nightstand.
“Why don’t we start with choking, that okay sweetheart?” Yoongi asked against Jimin’s neck, his thumb brushing against Jimin’s throat. The slight curl of Yoongi’s fingers had Jimin past gone.
“Yes, please. Fuck, please, anything.” Jimin was an absolute babbling mess under him. Yoongi’s hand wrapped cautiously around Jimin’s neck, his fingers pressed tightly at the sides. Jimin threw his head back and practically screamed at the feeling.
“Fuck, master more. Please, more.” Jimin’s wrecked voice had Yoongi twitching in his pants. He pressed his fingers a little tighter and wiped his other hand on the bed before moving it to Jimin’s cock.
“Tell master how you want him to hurt you Jimin.” Yoongi ran his hand slowly around Jimin’s dick.
“Cut me, master, please, want it.” Jimmie’s voice was wrecked and urgent. Yoongi’s heart pounded, he was terrified. He definitely didn’t want to fuck up and actually hurt him.
“Are you sure baby? I want to make everything very clear, okay? You want master to cut you?” Yoongi tried to make his voice very firm. Jimin could more than tell that Yoongi was concerned.
“Yes master, please cut me” Jimin sounded much calmer and decisive. Yoongi let his hand drop from around Jimin’s throat and opened a nightstand drawer to get a small knife kit Jimin had bought. Yoongi pulled out the smallest knife and pressed his finger to the blade testing the sharpness. After seeing it was only sharp enough to leave small scratches he pressed it to Jimin’s thigh. Jimin took in a sharp breath and Yoongi slid the blade down Jimin’s leg. Yoongi bit his lip at the blood slowly seeping from Jimin’s skin.
“Master, please, more.” Jimin whined. He gladly obeyed and moved to Jimin’s other thigh, repeating the process. A high pitched moan had Yoongi pressing a little harder. He looked for any signs of discomfort, but Jimin’s back arching off the bed told him everything.
“You really like Master cutting you, don’t you?” His voice low and calm as his eyes ran all down Jimin. God, he was so damn lucky.
“Yes Master, fuck. Feels so good.” Jimin’s wrecked voice coming out in sharp breaths. Yoongi smirked and ran his free hand back down to Jimin’s entrance.
“Wonder how good I can make you feel with my fingers too.” Jimin only moaned in response. He pushed two fingers in, making Jimin cry out.
"color?“ Yoongi asked before moving.
"Green Master” Jimin spoke as calmly as he could. Yoongi brought the knife up to Jimin’s v-line. He grazed all the way down to the younger’s cock. Jimin’s toes curled and he threw his head back letting out a loud moan. Yoongi started curling his fingers against Jimin’s prostate. Jimin tried to fuck himself against his hyungs fingers, only making the knife cut small lines on his lower stomach.
“God, look at you. So desperate.” Yoongi said, moving the knife back down to cut Jimin’s thighs. He took in every reaction that he could.
“Such a desperate slut for Master.” Yoongi could tell Jimin was close by the way his moans heighten and his thighs shake. Every cut and nudge of his prostate bringing him closer and closer to the edge.
“Master, need to come. Please.” Jimin whined breathlessly.
“Oh, but honey I’m having so much fun with you.” Yoongi answered sadistically. Jimin’s whole body felt like it was on fire, the cuts burning and the need to come boiling in him.
“Master please, I’ve been good. Been so good for you. Please let me.” He cried out desperately.
“Okay, baby, you can come” that’s all it took for Jimin to come untouched against his stomach and chest. Yoongi worked him through it until jimin was shying away from his touch.
“C'mon, let’s clean you up baby.” Yoongi untied Jimin and took the blindfold off.
“Thank you hyung” Jimin’s wrecked voice came out softly. Yoongi brought him to their bathroom and ran him a bath. As the water filled up Yoongi tended to Jimin’s cuts and scratches, cleaning each of them to prevent any infection.
"Will you wash me hyung?“ Jimin and meekly. Yoongi smiled and nodded mumbling out an 'of course' before helping Jimin into the tub.
"You were very good for me tonight baby.” Yoongi praised. Jimin smiled shyly.
“Thank you for actually doing this. I know it was very sudden and unexpected.” He gave his hyung a soft smile before placing a kiss on his lips.
“It’s my pleasure baby, I love seeing you like that.” Yoongi admitted, making Jimin blush. After Yoongi finished washing Jimin he started bandaging Jimin’s thighs and stomach. Jimin watched him like he was the most wonderful thing in the world.
“I wouldn’t go shirtless for a while, and I would be careful wearing shorts.” Jimin looked at himself in the mirror and laughed
“whoops?” He said cutely. Yoongi only smiled and hugged Jimin from behind.