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With a swivel of a faucet handle, the calming sound of bathwater running fills the space of the extravagant bathroom. Jimin hums a quiet tune as he sticks a finger under the water to make sure it’s just the right temperature, leaving it to fill the ostentatious marble bathtub once he’s satisfied. He skips over to his adjacent bedroom to grab his nightwear, settling on one of his favorites; a nude silk two-piece consisting of a cropped short-sleeve top and a pair of shorts.
It always takes forever for his large tub to fill up, so he sets a timer for five minutes and starts scrolling through his phone. He’d just recently posted on Instagram for his 23rd birthday, and as usual, his notifications were through the roof. He smiles, remembering how everyone at the party had gone crazy when he’d shown up fashionably late in a black deep-neck halter that crossed in an ‘x’ over his torso, showing off his new belly-button piercing; a silver stud with a dangling Chanel logo, and an impossibly short black mini-skirt. It was safe to say that more than a few boners were popped that night, all of which he was to blame for.
The timer on his phone finally goes off, so he shuts it off and takes his device in with him to go check on the bath. It’s at a decent enough depth that Jimin decides to throw in a bath bomb, not wanting to wait any longer, setting his phone on the ledge next to his tub as well. He sheds his clothes as he watches the ball fizzle in the water, the sweet scent of lavender and sage wafting through the air.
He slowly dips one leg in and then another until he’s fully submerged in the warm scented water. He immediately feels all his muscles relax, not that he really uses much of his muscles at all, but he feels utterly relaxed all the same. Jimin doesn’t really have to lift much of a finger for anything, the young man practically swimming in money. His father is one of Korea’s most successful movie directors, having created hit after hit in his prime time, he had recently retired. Jimin does have a modeling job, but he hardly has to work much, a single shoot earning him millions of wons at a time. Photographers and magazines simply go crazy for his soft yet siren-like features, apparently a blessing from his mother who’s no longer part of his life. She’d been a complete gold-digger, gotten enough money out of his dad and left when she’d gotten bored of him.
Jimin sighs, leaning his head back to rest against the lip of the tub, enjoying how the warmth from the water turns the bathroom slightly humid, fogging up the mirror and leaving his face damp. He lets his mind wander, switching back and forth between random visuals like he’s watching TV, until he lands on one that catches his attention. Seemingly out of the blue, he imagines intense, obsidian eyes, dark and curly hair, and an impressive masculine build. Tattoos adorning milky skin, long calloused fingers ghosting his neck. He bites his lip, hand traveling lower and lower, past his cock to circle a finger over his rim—
His loud ringtone rudely jolts him out of his thoughts, the notes of it echoing off the walls of the large place. Jimin groans, running a hand through his hair in frustration, swearing he’ll end whoever interrupted his pleasant daydream.
He reaches over for his phone, not caring that he grabs it with a completely soaked hand.
“Kim Taehyung,” he grumbles, wondering what on Earth could be so urgent that he had to call right this second.
Kim Taehyung, or Tae, as everyone calls him affectionately is one of the most sought-after models in the country, much like Jimin. They met several years ago during Jimin’s very first shoot. It was for Chanel, which is to date his favorite brand, even though he’s the global ambassador for Dior. In fact, it was Taehyung that Jimin went crying to when he wasn’t made global ambassador for Chanel, truly a sad day. Sighs, his problems were so big.
“Tae, I swear you better be dying or about to get the best dick of your life, because if it’s neither of those, God help you.”
“Well hello to you too, sunshine,” the other drawls.
Jimin doesn’t answer, knowing Taehyung can imagine his unamused expression as he waits for an explanation for the unwanted interruption.
“Okay okay, chill babe. We’re going out tonight. Blackout. You in?”
Blackout is one of the numerous clubs Jimin’s dad presides over. Yup, he also owns a chain of nightclubs. Although it wasn’t its original intention, it turned into one of the hottest gay clubs, slash just a hub for minorities in general. Considering how Jimin himself is gay, his father embraced the attention the club received.
Jimin contemplates the offer. He really doesn’t want to get out of his warm bath right now, but at the same time, he’s irritatingly horny, and finding someone to satisfy his needs doesn’t sound like the worst idea.
“I literally just got in the bath,” he laments.
“You can get laid~,” Taehyung singsongs, knowing him all too well.
“Ugh, fuck you. Fine, give me like thirty minutes.”
“Love you too, sweetie, see you in a few!”
With that, he reluctantly leaves the comfort of his bath, drying off, slipping on his soft bathrobe and draining the water. He shuffles over to his walk-in closet which is basically the size of his bedroom, lined with rows and rows of designer wear that would make even those with the best collections jealous.
He taps his bottom lip, perusing his options thoughtfully. His eyes scan the hangers once then twice before landing on a wine-colored long-sleeve v-neck crop top. It had a meshy see-through material with a thin string that tied the two sides of the chest together in a bow.
Definitely the one.
Thankfully, it doesn’t take nearly as long for him to pick out a pair of washed-out black jean-shorts that conveniently rode up his thighs with even the slightest movement. He decided to throw on a black choker too, a cute heart charm dangling from the center of it. After dusting some shadow on his lids, glossing his lips, and running his fingers through his blow-dried blonde hair, he heads down from his top-floor penthouse to the taxi waiting for him below.
Upon arriving at Blackout, Jimin’s met with a hoard of bodies crowded outside the entrance, waiting to be let into the exclusive club. Luckily, he has a handy dandy VIP card courtesy of Daddy Dearest that lets him skip right to the front.
“Jimin, you made it!” He leans in to brush cheeks with Jimin and smooches his lips, something he’s done ever since he came back from his trip to Paris three years ago.
“Why didn’t you guys head in? How long have you been waiting out here?”
Taehyung tuts, rolling his eyes before jabbing a thumb over his shoulder.
“We would have, but there’s this new bouncer out front and he doesn’t believe us when we say we know you and come here all the time… and before you ask… no, none of us brought our VIP cards, we didn’t think we’d need them, you know?”
Jimin stands on his tippy toes and tries to peek over the taller man’s shoulder, but he’s unable to get a clear view of said bouncer, so he shoots his friend an apologetic look.
“Sorry about that, Tae. You guys wait here, I’ll be right back..”
Hoseok, Yoongi, Jin, and Namjoon spot the two as well, and Jimin waves them over to follow him. They skip right past the herd of bodies to the front of the line, Jimin stopping right in front of the culprit. The bouncer doesn’t notice their presence as he’s too busy checking ID’s and sending off those that aren’t eligible. Since it’s more of an elite club, only people part of a certain inner circle his father has approved are allowed to enter. Meaning you either had to have a VIP card, or at least a membership card. Normally, they could get away with not having to show their cards because all the staff recognized them, but Jimin still always brought his.
The normal thing to do would be to walk up the clueless bouncer, wave his black VIP card in front of him and waltz right in with his friends. But that would be no fun. And Jimin was out to have fun.
He clears his throat, finally getting the man’s attention. His eyes meet piercing black orbs, hidden sparsely behind wavy strands of ebony hair. He’s wearing a fitted black shirt that barely holds in his muscular build and inked arms, tight black jeans hugging his well-built thighs.
Holy shit, this is literally the guy Jimin imagined earlier. Did he really just manifest good dick into his life?
The man quirks an impatient brow. “Can I help you?”
Like an expert, Jimin schools his expression, replacing his previously dazed look with one of disdain.
“Oh, yes,” he blows out a dramatic sigh before continuing. “I’m really sorry, but my friends and I seem to have forgotten our VIP cards… is there any chance you could still let us in?”
Jungkook rolls his eyes, exasperated that he has to turn yet another person away. Why didn’t people understand that this place wasn’t just for horny college students? Well— Technically it was, but more like rich horny college students, though from how this man was dressed, he did look pretty well off—
“Nice try, sweetheart, but I can’t let you in without a card.”
Good. The stranger reacted just the way Jimin thought he would. Now it was time for his next course of his action. He steps a little closer to the taller man, letting his perfume invade his space a little. Not overpowering, but just enough, but then steps away.
He fiddles with the strings covering his chest, giving the bouncer a sad smile.
“That’s okay, I completely understand. I just… was really hoping to make it in for my birthday.”
He turns towards where his friends stand at a distance, purposefully standing on his tippy toes and lifting his hand to wave them over so his top and shorts rode even further up his body.
“Let’s go, guys! No luck here,” he hollers.
There’s a few beats of silence as his friends make their way over to him. The bouncer stands behind him, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed in contemplation. He knows he should just ignore the blatant seduction and tend to the continuously growing line of people in front of him, but he can’t bring himself to say no to the beautiful man in front of him.
Jimin joins his group, pretending to be disappointed when Taehyung gives him a confused look.
“Did you forget your card today, Min? You always bring it.”
“Nope, didn’t forget it.”
“Then why—“
“Fine,” The stranger calls out.
Jimin flashes his friend a satisfied smirk, understanding finally dawning on the other’s features.
“No way. He’s your target tonight?”
“You bet.”
“How do you know this is even going to work?”
“Tsk, do you even know me, Kim Taehyung? Of course it’ll work.”
The other model sighs, shaking his head at him.
“I mean as long as you don’t get blue balls.”
Jimin snorts, turning around to face the bouncer, a look of mock surprise on his features.
“What was that, sir?”
“I’ll make an exception just this once. But if I get fired because of you, I’ll hunt you down.”
Jimin bounces and claps his hands excitedly, overjoyed at his words.
“Oh thank you, thank you, thank you ,” he gives the baffled man a tight hug, the other just leaves his arms hanging at his sides.
He finally signals to his friends that they’re clear and they shuffle in one by one. Just as Jimin is about to follow them, he feels a firm arm wrap around his waist, trapping him.
“Not so fast, sweetheart. I’m not quite done with you yet.”
Jimin parts his lips, placing a hand on his chest.
“Me?”
“Yes, you. You owe me tonight.”
Jimin feels satisfaction and arousal bubble inside of him, and he has to fight to keep an oblivious expression. He leans in until their lips are just a breath apart.
“Anything,” he whispers.
The stranger’s eyes flick from his lips back up to his eyes, jaw clenching and unclenching in thought.
“Anything, huh?”
“Mhm.”
Jimin takes this time to sweep his eyes over the man’s face. He’s truly a sight for sore eyes; large sparkling eyes, prominent nose, cupid-bow lips, and sharp jawline.
Jesus, he was sculpted by the Gods.
“Hey! How long does it take to check a card, man? Keep it moving, let’s go!” Someone from the back of the line complains.
Jimin quirks a brow at the man, not even hiding his pleased smirk anymore. “Clock is ticking, stranger.”
He taps at Jimin’s hips. “I’ll think about it. You go in for now,” he decides.
“Don’t keep me waiting too long,” Jimin whispers flirtatiously, shooting the man a subtle wink before strolling right into the bright lights and raging music.
The inside of the club is just a huge mass of sweaty, dancing bodies mixed with the potent smell of liquor. The lights are dimmed all the way save for the flashing disco lights near the dance floor. Jimin makes his way past several drunk dancers to a booth in the corner where he knows his friends are waiting.
They always choose the same booth. It’s like an unspoken rule to the staff to keep it reserved for them at all times, even when they’re not there. They’ve all got their drinks, sharing laughs and secrets and casual conversation.
“Ah, there he is,” Jin announces, everyone turning their heads towards him at that.
“Hey,” Jimin smiles sheepishly, wiggling his fingers in greeting and then sliding in the booth right next to Taehyung.
“If it took you that long, your plan better have worked,” Yoongi teases, thin lips curved into an amused smirk.
“Let’s just say it’s a good thing I’ve got a butt plug in right now,” he responds, looking smug as ever.
“You’re fucking unbelievable,” Taehyung shakes his head in amazement.
“I’m just hot.”
“Can’t argue there.”
Jimin downs an untouched shot that was sitting on the table, instantly feeling the strong liquor burning in his chest, and then he heads to the bar to down some more. Once he’s more than a little tipsy, he glances over at the mass of dancing bodies, deciding that it was high time he showed these people how to actually move.
So, he marches back over to the booth and drags everyone on the floor.
“C’mon guys, let’s dance, wooo!”
Yeah, he was definitely more than a little tipsy.
As soon as he’s on the floor, he lets the music take control of his body. He had taken some dance classes while growing up, but if he was being honest, his body had a natural rhythm of its own, he was just sort of gifted with how to move it right. He playfully loops his arms around Taehyung, swaying his hips as he descends into a slow squat down the front of the other’s body, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Taehyung smirks, biting his lip as he pulls Jimin back up, arms winding around his waist.
This was completely normal behavior for them. Most people assumed that just because they were both gay they couldn’t be just friends, that they had to have romantic feelings for each other. Yes, they’d slept together before, but it was only once and it was really just experimental. It was pleasurable, but they decided that it was entirely platonic.
“Careful Min, keep dancing like that and you’re gonna cause some breakups.”
Jimin looks over his shoulder, already spotting the lingering eyes of several men on him, many of whom seem to have brought partners with them, hence the other’s comment.
Jimin lets out a long sigh as if he carries the burden of the whole world.
“It’s not like it’d be the first time,” he shrugs.
The two models dance together for a while longer until another man ‘accidentally’ bumps into Jimin, and sweeps him away. Jimin indulges him, getting real close while dancing, letting the stranger feel him up, and even exchanging a few harmless kisses.
But the entire time he’s in the man’s embrace, he can’t help but imagine a different pair of arms holding him close. Large, inked arms that he know he would feel so warm and safe in. He can’t help but wonder how his toned torso and chest would feel beneath his hands, how his tongue would feel inside his mouth, how his dick would feel inside his—
Wow, he was really horny.
The fact that he hadn’t gotten any in a while wasn’t really helping his current state either. He knows it’s hard to believe. How could someone who looks as good as he does spend more than a week without a good lay?
The simple answer was, he was too lazy to seek people out. If you want a one-night stand, you had to put yourself out there. Literally. You had to go out, typically at night, make yourself look available, be flirty and shameless, and so on. And yes, Jimin was an expert at all of these things, but he’d just not been motivated enough to go through the motions, his fingers and toys at home keeping him decently satisfied.
Now, however, he was extremely motivated. There was absolutely no way this night was ending without him sleeping with the handsome bouncer. Or at least getting a handjob or something out of him.
Anything.
He thinks of the way the man had looked at him when he’d uttered that word, no doubt a whirlwind of possibilities flitting through his mind. Jimin was dying to know what he decided on, how he’d make him pay. Deep in his thoughts, he unconsciously grinds back onto his dancer partner, the stranger’s breath hitching. Yup, he could definitely feel that boner.
He soon gets bored of the man, politely excusing himself to go ‘grab another drink.’ He was really just going to try to look for his friends.
As expected, Hoseok and Yoongi are all up on each other, the same goes for Namjoon and Jin. He even spots Taehyung getting it on with a stranger.
Jimin blows a strand of hair from his eye in annoyance. Good for them, I guess.
Seeing as he doesn’t have much more of a choice, he finds himself walking back towards the bar for another drink. For real this time. He flags down the bartender for a shot of tequila, the service impeccably fast. The man swipes the drink from the counter, turning to face the crowd as he brings the glass to his lips.
It’s then that he spots him. In all his curly-haired, big-muscled, tattooed glory. He seems to be looking for something, or rather some one, eyes scanning the mob of people. He even taps on a couple shoulders, mistaking them to be the blonde-haired beauty.
Jimin laughs softly to himself, quickly throwing back his shot and setting his glass on the counter. Without much thought, he starts making his way toward the bathroom, purposefully crossing through Jungkook’s line of sight before disappearing behind the door. He has a strong feeling the bouncer will follow.
It’s not the kind of bathroom with multiple stalls, meant for only one person at a time, but it’s still larger than a typical one-person bathroom would be. Jimin shuts the door, not locking it, and crosses the distance to the counter with a sink. He leans over it, grabbing his tinted lip gloss from the back pocket of his jean shorts and using the mirror to touch it up. Once done, he pockets the gloss and pops his lips a couple times, brushing his bangs off his face at the same time.
Three, two, one, Jimin counts down in his head, and just in time, the bathroom door is thrown open.
Jimin jumps, pretending to be caught off guard at the sudden intrusion. But the sight before him really does end up catching him off guard. He’s finally seeing the handsome stranger in full light, the darkness outside having obscured some of his features. His eyes wander over him shamelessly, noticing several ear piercings, and even a lip piercing— How had he not noticed that before? A cigarette hangs lazily between his lips, wisps of smoke curling in front of his face.
After ogling to his heart’s content, he clears his throat, returning to his ‘caught off guard’ demeanor.
“Oh! It’s you. Hasn’t anyone ever taught you to knock before entering?” He scolds before turning back to the mirror to dab at his bottom lip, the perfect picture of indifference. He watches through the mirror as the man no longer lingers in the doorway, letting the door shut behind him before locking it with a click.
“Hasn’t anyone ever taught you to lock the door when using the restroom?” He saunters over to stand right behind Jimin, meeting his eyes in the reflection. Intense, dark orbs captivating him like some sort of spell. His scent fills Jimin’s senses, a mix of musk and tobacco. Normally, he would laugh at the utter cliché smell, write it off with a muttered “ typical men,” but something about it just suits the bouncer so well.
Jimin huffs, words coming out poutier in his slightly buzzed state. “What if I was indecent?”
The stranger lets out a genuine laugh at that, face completely changing to reveal far softer features. Crinkled eyes, scrunched nose, bunny-like smile.
Well, shit.
The man was sex on legs and adorable.
A teasing glint sparkles in his doe eyes, lips curling around the smoking stick in a smirk.
“And what if that’s exactly how I wanted you? Indecent, that is?” He chuckles, still thoroughly amused at the other’s choice of words. Smoke billows from his mouth, floating around the two of them.
Jimin sucks in a breath. This is exactly what he’d been waiting for all night. He had the handsome stranger right where he wanted him. His stomach fluttered at the thought of finally having those hands all over him. Finally getting his hands on him.
He turns to face the bouncer, just now realizing how close they really are. He’s made to tilt his head up to meet the other’s eyes because of how tall he is.
“What exactly are you implying?”
He takes another drag of his cigarette, hooded eyes gazing intently at the other. “That I’ve made up my mind on how I want to be paid back.”
“And how is that?”
“I think that’s pretty obvious, sweetheart.”
Jimin hums, plucking the cancer stick from the other’s hold and having a go for himself, immediately picking up on the weed mixed in. He holds the contents in his mouth for a few seconds before tilting his head back and slowly exhaling the gray smoke to the ceiling.
The taller man eyes the smoke escaping Jimin’s perfect lips, tongue darting out to wet his own.
“You smoke?”
Jimin looks at the blunt, flicking at it to get rid of the extra ash.
“Sometimes, but I really do hope you didn’t come here in search of a smoking buddy,” he jokes, the smile he wears taking on a teasing nature.
The stranger flashes him a side smile that reveals a small dimple, swiping the stick from his fingers and taking a long drag, cheeks hallowing around it.
He steps closer to Jimin until their faces are only an inch apart, taking his chin between his thumb and pointer finger and tilting it up. He places the pad of his thumb on Jimin’s lower lip, pulling down.
“Open.” A puff of smoke escapes his lips along with the word.
Jimin obeys, eyes fluttering shut as the other inches closer, the smell of cigarettes and musk overpowering his senses. The slightest brush of their lips allows the stranger to transfer the smoke into his mouth, setting off a chain reaction of electric sparks through Jimin’s body.
The man goes to pull away, but Jimin stops him with a hand on his nape, sealing the high of the drug in with a kiss. Their lips slot perfectly together, as if they were made for one another. They don’t deepen the kiss, nor do they move their lips. It’s just one single kiss after which Jimin pulls back. The remnants of the smoke wafting between them.
He looks into the handsome man’s eyes, finding his pupils to be blown out to twice their original size. Without moving, he tosses the cigarette into the toilet, eyes never leaving the smaller man.
“Jungkook.”
“What..?”
“My name. It’s Jungkook.”
“I don’t remember asking,” Jimin retorts, oddly breathless after just one kiss.
Jungkook leans in so their noses almost touch. “Trust me, darling, it’s the only thing you’ll remember for a while.”
Jimin’s eyes briefly flick down to Jungkook’s lips.
“Is that a challenge?”
Jungkook’s lip ticks up. “It’s a promise.”
It’s the last thing he says before he’s claiming Jimin’s lips again. The menace of a man wastes no time in grabbing the model’s hips, not lingering as he traces his hands up his sides, hiking up the mesh crop top. He kisses Jimin with the hunger of a starved man, making him puddy in his hands.
Jimin spirals as Jungkook’s calloused fingers roam his waist, smoothing over his spine causing him to naturally arch into him. He gets on his tippy toes, hands weaving into thick curled strands and tugging, eliciting a deep groan from him. He matches Jungkook’s fervor, tongue teasing out to taste the other, the pungent taste of tobacco mixed with weed and his own tequila shots mingle to form a euphoric concoction.
Jungkook pushes past the fabric of Jimin’s top to roll his thumbs over his buds, causing Jimin to gasp and bite down on his lip piercing in retaliation. He jumps up to sit on the counter behind him, pulling the man with him to wrap his legs around his waist.
He tugs at Jungkook’s tucked shirt, pulling it free from the waist of his jeans and up and over his head, taking a second to just admire. He runs a hand from Jungkook’s nape to his navel, fingers grazing over the perfectly carved dips and ridges of the man’s physique. His lips are smeared with a shimmery pink thanks to Jimin’s lip tint. Jungkook notices his gaze on his lips, checking the mirror briefly to thumb the color off of his lips and onto Jimin’s, smearing it onto the side of his mouth as well.
“Aw look at you, you’re drooling,” Jungkook taunts, fingers reaching out to deftly undo the strings of Jimin’s top.
Jimin quirks a brow at the man, pushing at his chest to hop off the counter. He slowly slips his top off his shoulders, carelessly slinging it at onto the counter. He continues staring right into his eyes as he shimmies out his shorts, kicking them off to the side, hopping right back on the counter, and spreading his legs wide.
He’s wearing nothing but a black lace thong that barely does the job of covering his small pink cock, which is currently leaking a generous amount. Jungkook sucks in a sharp breath at the sight, hands twitching at his sides, wanting to reach out and just touch.
“Aww, now who’s drooling, hm?” Jimin smiles coyly sliding his hand slowly down his stomach, flicking his Chanel piercing and circling his fingers around just the tip of his length that peaks out from the undergarment, stroking leisurely.
Jungkook follows the movement with his eyes, licking his lips and chewing at his own piercing. He smooths both hands up Jimin’s thighs stepping right in between his legs so his prominent bulge rubs against the other’s.
“How cute.” He hooks a finger under the thong and pulls, letting it snap back right over Jimin’s sensitive cock, the smaller man hisses at the action.
“Even your cock is so petite and pretty.” Jungkook’s eyes flick up to Jimin’s, a hand cupping his nape. “Just like you.”
He bends down to trail soft kisses along his jaw, Jimin sighing out, eyes fluttering shut.
“Pretty like a doll,” Jungkook rasps, continuing his path to Jimin’s ear and then down his neck, tugging at the back of his head to gain more access to his skin and taking the choker between his teeth.
Jimin’s breathing picks up, a hot flush taking over his cheeks. He brings their hips together in a steady grind, trying to gain some sort of relief. The friction pulls a soft moan from him and a satisfied groan from the other.
“My little doll.” Jungkook finishes, sucking a mark right on his collarbone. Jimin should protest saying that he can’t have bruises because of his shoots, but he can’t bring himself to care right now, wanting to completely give himself up to the man who has him in shambles.
Jungkook gently cups Jimin through his underwear, squeezing to provide just enough pressure to have him reeling. His tip oozes pre-come, desperate for release as he grinds shamelessly into his hand.
“ Jungkook… stop t-teasing.”
Jungkook pulls back from his neck with a wet sound after sucking another bruise, pupils dilated with lust and want. He takes Jimin’s cheeks between his thumb and pointer, squeezing gently.
“How much did you drink, sweetheart?”
Jimin rolls his eyes in a petty gesture. “Just enough.”
The taller lifts a brow. “You know I’m not gonna take advantage of you right?”
Jimin smacks his hand away. “If it makes you feel any better, you’re turning me off and sobering me up right now.”
It wasn’t a complete lie, Jimin was slowly sobering up, but it definitely wasn’t because Jungkook was turning him off. No, quite the opposite actually. He was so aroused that it chased the buzz from the alcohol away almost instantly, his body wanting to be completely present and conscious for the pleasure to come. He was still slightly loopy, but conscious enough to consent, and the loopiness only added to the pleasure.
He receives an endeared chuckle in return, Jungkook tucking Jimin’s hair behind his ear. “Fair enough, doll.”
Jimin hums, fingers clinging to Jungkook’s jeans as he pulls him in for another kiss while making quick work of his belt, the feeling of the metal of his piercing on his tongue and the sound of the metal or his belt clinking causing heat to pool in his stomach.
“Wanna suck you off,” he mumbles between kisses.
Jungkook hums, grabbing his jaw to break the kiss.
“Well get to it, then.”
There’s no bite behind his voice, but something about the way he lifts a brow in waiting, an ever-present smirk on his lips, has Jimin squeezing his thighs together as he gets off the counter and sinks down to his knees.
He yanks down his jeans and boxers in one go, Jungkook’s cock springing free and hitting his lips. Jimin clamps down on his bottom lip at the size. Jungkook is huge. He’s already leaking at the tip, standing tall and proud, red and angry. He’s seen his fair share of big dicks, but Jungkook easily takes the cake with his impressive length.
But what really knocks the breath out of the model is the shiny silver stud piercing sitting just under the slit. It stares him dead in the eyes, taunting him. Challenging him.
Jungkook runs a hand through his hair, tilting his chin up so they make eye contact, making sure he sees the self-satisfied smile on his face.
“What’s wrong, doll? Cat got your tongue?”
Jimin scoffs. “You wish. I’ve seen bigger, the piercing just caught me off guard.”
It’s only a half-lie. Jimin has definitely not seen bigger, and he’s still wrapping his head around the fact that this man has a fucking dick piercing.
“Hm, sure. Can we skip to the part where you actually suck my dick then, not ogle it?”
“Fuck you.”
“All in due time.”
Jimin rolls his eyes, something he notices he does quite a bit around the bouncer, and licks a stripe up the side of his length before taking him in. His mouth feels so full as he relishes in the warm weight on his tongue, the piercing hitting the back of his throat. Jungkook continues to brush his hair out of his face, waiting as he relaxes his throat and gets used to his size.
Jimin pulls all the way off, sucking and swirling his tongue around the tip, licking at the piercing, and then sinking back down. In this way, he sets a steady pace, bobbing his head up and down. He purposefully slurps and sucks loud, the lewd sounds echoing in the small space.
“Fuck,” Jungkook groans, the grip on his hair tightening. “Doing so well, sweetheart. Pretty lips look so good around my cock.”
Jimin hums, pleased at the praise, encouraged to keep up his actions. He resorts to using both his hand and his mouth to suck and pump the other to the edge. Jungkook grunts and groans above him, eyebrows pinched and lip bitten in pleasure. He starts thrusting into his mouth as he grows more desperate, trying to restrain himself from choking Jimin.
“God, never seen someone suck cock so well… Gonna fuck your face now, baby. That okay?”
Jimin jumps at the opportunity, moaning around his cock in affirmation.
“Tap my thigh if it’s too much.”
And that’s all the warning he gets before Jungkook is thrusting down his throat. Jimin braces both hands on his thighs, jaw slack as he lets the other use his mouth as he pleases. The choking and gurgling sounds are even more prominent with Jungkook forcing himself down his throat, turning them both on even more. Jimin whimpers, one hand coming down to rub over his painfully hard cock.
To his surprise, Jungkook doesn’t stop him, lets him touch himself and relieve the building pressure. Soon, the bouncer’s hips start to stutter, movements turning sloppier. One, two, three thrusts later, he’s coming hard and fast down Jimin’s throat, causing him to choke slightly.
Jimin eagerly takes down the warm liquid, releasing his cock with a pop and opening his mouth to show that he swallowed every last drop, eyes watery and drool dribbling down his chin.
Jungkook draws in a breath, catching some excess fluid from the side of his mouth, dipping his thumb into his mouth to make sure he swallows that too.
“You enjoyed that, didn’t you? Like being a perfect little cocksucker?”
Jimin smiles coyly, wiping his chin with the back of his hand and standing back up to connect their lips, sticking his tongue in the other’s mouth. Jungkook hums when he tastes himself, nibbling on Jimin’s bottom lip before letting go.
“I like things I’m good at.”
Jungkook teases a finger under the thong at Jimin’s hip. “You’re shameless,” he chides.
“Me? I don’t think I’m that shameless.”
“The fact that you’re saying that makes you shameless.”
Jimin giggles, the sound tinkling in the room. “Yeah? Is that what you like about me?”
Jungkook hums in thought, thumbs drawing on his hips under his panties, swiftly turning him around to face the mirror. “Only since it’s with me.”
He leaves kisses down the side of his neck, Jimin following his movements with his eyes in the mirror. “Don’t wanna think about you acting this way with anyone else.”
Jimin draws in a quick breath, taken aback at the sudden possessiveness. His cock twitches in interest under the skimpy covering, leaking onto the counter.
“Then don’t,” he whispers. “I’m all yours tonight. Nobody else’s. Just yours.”
Jungkook circles a hand around his waist, palm smoothing over his stomach and belly-button piercing, up his chest, and around his throat. They stare at each other in the mirror, Jungkook’s gaze piercing as Jimin swallows harshly, his Adam’s apple bobbing under the other’s palm. Both of their lips are red and spit-slicked, Jimin’s lip tint still smeared on Jungkook. He runs a hand over Jimin’s smooth mounds, grabbing and kneading at the generous flesh.
“You got lube?”
Jimin’s lip ticks up at the question.
“Yeah, but we won’t need it.”
Jungkook quirks a brow, momentarily halting his movements. Jimin pushes his ass up against him in response, so Jungkook tugs his thong aside fingers reaching in to graze over his hole, and he has to close his eyes to collect himself at what he feels.
“ Fuck,” he curses under his breath.
Jimin smiles smugly, bending forward to rest his elbow on the counter, chin sitting in his palm. He steps his feet apart so his legs spread for the other, all while monitoring his every reaction in the mirror. Jungkook takes two handfuls of his ass, spreading him apart to confirm what he’d felt. And indeed, nestled snugly into Jimin’s stretched hole is a black silicone plug, the pink heart-shaped jewel at its base all that’s visible, extra lube dripping out the sides and down Jimin’s thighs.
“Surprise,” Jimin pipes up.
“You’re fucking kidding. This is a dream. I’m actually dreaming.” Jungkook gapes, completely in disbelief.
The model muffles a laugh, running a pinky finger over his bottom lip. “No, I’m just a dream.”
“Fuck, you are baby. You really are. Fucking shit.”
Jimin actually laughs this time, unable to help himself as Jungkook looks like a kid in a candy store, doe eyes comically wide.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he drawls.
Jungkook’s eyes flick to his in the mirror, throat bobbing.
He clears his throat. “Ha ha, yeah..”
Jimin raises a brow at him until it clicks. No way. He really wants to take a picture. He stares at the other’s pained expression, mulling over the idea until he finally gives in with a sigh.
“Go ahead.”
Jungkook’s eyes shoot to him again, wide.
“Are you serious?”
“I don’t have much to lose. If you leak them, however, my legal team is no joke,” he smiles sweetly.
Jungkook swallows thickly, nodding his head in understanding. He eyes the plug tucked perfectly into his hole again, grabbing at the tip of it to slowly pull it out and slide it back in.
Jimin hums, rocking forward with the movement. Jungkook uses his other hand to push a cheek out of the way, spreading him.
“Can I film you?” He asks, voice husky with restraint. He continues to slowly fuck the plug in and out of Jimin’s entrance.
Jimin whines, eyes falling shut as it ghosts his prostate ever so slightly, cock leaking all over the counter, the liquid dripping to the floor.
“Y-yeah, but if you leak that shit, I swear to God—”
“I won’t.” Jungkook quickly pulls out his device, not stopping his ministrations on the smaller man, and Jimin hears the sound of the record button go off. He increases the pace at which he fucks Jimin with the silicone, the squelching sound of the lube obscene. Jimin sways forward, standing on his tippy toes and whimpering as his prostate is repeatedly stimulated.
He watches in the mirror as Jungkook holds his phone up over his ass, catching the unholy sight in front of him. He looks at his own face, the definition of fucked out. His lips are parted as breathy moans and broken whines escape him without a pause, his eyes are practically not visible, messy bangs obscuring them, his Chanel piercing swings back and forth with each rock of his hips.
“Fuck, Jungkook,.. N-need your—Ah—need your cock…” The plea punches out of him in time with the plug entering him, Jungkook perfectly mimicking a dick with his consistent rhythm.
Jungkook pans the phone to the mirror, capturing Jimin’s needy and fucked out face.
“Say it again.”
Jimin’s breath stutters, looking straight into the lens of his phone as Jungkook relentlessly hits his sweet spot.
“P-please, ‘s not enough, want your cock,” he mewls desperately.
Jungkook curses inaudibly again, sliding the silicone all the way out, Jimin whining at the sudden emptiness. He holds it next to Jimin’s face, the two watching as it drips with lube, completely drenched, the camera still recording their reflections in the mirror.
“Can’t believe you had this up your ass the whole night. Acting all innocent skipping around the place and dancing up on people.”
Jimin smiles mirthfully, biting his lip. His head falls back onto Jungkook’s shoulder, heavy gaze directed at him through the mirror.
“Aren’t you glad? Opened myself up so well for you.” He reaches behind him to stroke Jungkook’s neglected cock that was now hard as a rock again.
Jungkook brings a hand up his front to wrap a hand over his exposed throat, Jimin moaning at both the pressure and the slide of the other’s cock up his crack.
“Don’t lie, sweetheart. We both know it wasn’t for me, it was for any willing person who would fall into your little trap.” He taunts.
Jimin turns his head to leave a kiss on Jungkook’s throat, squeezing at his cock and bringing it closer to where he so desperately needs it.
“Oops, you got me.” He whispers, completely uncaring of the fact that Jungkook is completely right. “You clean?”
“Yeah, you?”
Jimin nods. “Perfect, we don’t need a condom then.”
Jungkook tuts, slowly easing his cock past the ring of muscle, piercing catching on his rim. It goes easily thanks to the plug and the ridiculous amount of lube.
“Little slut.” He punctuates the mean words with a rough thrust, completely bottoming out in one fell swoop. He focuses the camera right over where his cock nestles into Jimin’s ass.
Jimin gasps, jostling forward, his own cock rubbing uncomfortably against his underwear and the counter. The cool metal of the piercing burns against his walls, the mix of hot and cold making him dizzy. The taller man retracts out all the way only to shove back in all the way again, a slew of dirty talk leaving his lips.
“This was your plan all along, wasn’t it? You just wanted to be stuffed with cock until you didn’t know your own name anymore.”
Jimin just moans in response as Jungkook suddenly picks up his pace. He starts to bend forward to lay flat on the counter, but Jungkook lightly tugs on the back of his choker, keeping him upright.
“No laying down, doll. Need you to look at yourself while I fuck you.”
Jimin chokes on a moan as Jungkook drills into him, obeying him as his eyes never leave the mirror. Jungkook films the entire thing, one hand somehow held steady, the other keeping a bruising grip on his hip as he pounds into him.
“Answer me, sweetheart.”
Jimin’s eyes slide to him, glazed over with lust, mind completely incoherent as he tries to remember the question. His hands grip the counter tightly, knuckles going white as he keens forward with each thrust.
“Was this what you wanted all along, hm? A big cock wrecking your tight little hole?”
“G-god, yes, yes,” he pants, eyes fluttering closed.
Not a second later they fly open at the sting of a slap on his cheek, Jungkook’s palm smooths over the red skin, eyes finding his in the mirror.
“Try that again, love.”
Jimin whimpers, leaning forward until his breath fogs up the glass, weight supported on his forearms. Jungkook lays a hand between his shoulder blades, keeping him in place.
“W-wanted to get fucked this whole time… waited for you a-all— fuck… all night …”
“I know you did, baby, and you’re doing so well right now,” he whispers into his ear.
Jungkook films a few more seconds of his cock entering and leaving the smaller man, thrusting hard so his ass bounces perfectly, before stopping the video and setting the phone on the counter. He then places both hands on his hips and pulls them back to meet each thrust.
Jimin slaps a hand onto the mirror, fucking back onto Jungkook’s cock with equal fervor.
“A-ah fuck… yes there, th— there ,” Jimin urges, mind reeling as Jungkook’s piercing jabs at his prostate with no mercy, his underwear completely soaked with pre-come.
“Fuck, feels so good…made for my cock.”
The bathroom echoes with the sounds of skin slapping, Jimin’s sinful moans and whimpers, and Jungkook’s grunts and groans.
“L-love your cock.”
Jimin clamps down hard on his lip, trying to quiet his loud noises, head bowed and eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.
Just then, there’s a loud knock on the door. Jimin’s eyes fly open, Jungkook halting his movements, neither of them saying anything.
There’s another loud, impatient knock followed by a muffled “This door’s been locked for 20 minutes, are there people fucking in there or something?”
Jimin places a hand over his mouth, muffling a laugh.
Jungkook glares at the door. “Fuck off dude, we’re busy in here,” he hollers back.
Jimin laughs even more at that. Jungkook flashing his own mischievous smile as he ignores the rest of the yelled complaints coming from the outside, returning to the task at hand.
Jimin’s giggles instantly turn into moans. He glances at the other man through the mirror, his eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, his hips never letting up their pace, and there’s sweat trickling down between his pecs.
“Oh God, Jungkook, just like that … fucking me s-so good .”
Jungkook grunts, changing the angle of his thrusts.
“‘M so close, so close… More, more, more.” His words taper off at the end, increasing in pitch every time Jungkook hits the right spot. His clothed cock continues to rub up against the counter.
Jimin whimpers, pushing onto his tippy toes as he teeters precariously close to the edge, his orgasm just in sight. His throat aches from moaning, all that comes out now being sharp exhales of breath with each rough thrust.
Suddenly, Jungkook pulls out, flipping Jimin over.
“What—“
“Up,” he says hooking his arms under his thighs, so Jimin hops up to sit on the counter. He automatically wraps his thighs around Jungkook’s middle, his hands finding their home in his hair as they kiss messily.
Jimin hums into their lip lock, Jungkook pumping himself a few times before entering again. A broken moan escapes Jimin at the intrusion, his toes curling at the new angle.
“Fuck, you’re so deep,” Jimin whines against his mouth between kisses.
He looks down to where their bodies connect over and over, his cock still trapped in his thong. He swears he can see the outline of Jungkook’s cock in his stomach. Jungkook follows his line of vision, hand coming over up to press down in his abdomen, expression complacent.
“Feel that? ‘M six inches deep in your gut.” He slurs, boasting.
“ God.” Jimin’s cheeks flush at the crude words. He buries his face into Jungkook’s neck, wrapping his arms securely around his neck to bring him as close as possible.
Jungkook’s warm breath fans over Jimin’s shoulder, his lips softly caressing the skin with light pecks, as he whispers words of praise and encouragement that Jimin doesn’t pick up on.
His mind goes numb, and it’s only when he feels Jungkook coming hard and fast inside of him that he realizes he’d already come straight up his stomach.
Jungkook rests his head on Jimin’s shoulder, breathing heavily, as he repeatedly smooths a hand up and down his back.
“Fucking hell.”
Jimin plants lazy kisses up his neck, still light-headed from his high. Jungkook lifts his head to capture Jimin’s lips, cupping his face to deepen it, Jimin going easily, slipping his tongue in the other’s mouth. They make out for a little while, almost getting fully hard again in the process until they decide to stop before things get out of hand again.
They clean themselves off and Jungkook starts getting dressed, handing Jimin his top and shorts. Jimin slips his thong off, tossing it at Jungkook to catch before sliding his shorts on.
Jungkook clutches the undergarment, an eyebrow raised in question.
“Souvenir,” Jimin comments nonchalantly as he shimmies his arms through the sleeves of his top.
He steps closer to Jungkook, looking up at him through his lashes. “Help me tie this?”
Jungkook shakes his head in amusement, letting the underwear slide down to hang on his wrist as he does the strings up on Jimin’s chest in a pretty little bow, Jimin mumbling a shy ‘thanks.’
He turns around to the mirror to fix himself up a little, running a hand through his hair and fishing out his lip tint from his shorts to reapply some more.
Jungkook watches from behind, arms crossed over his chest, the other’s underwear still hanging from one arm. Jimin meets his eyes through the mirror, making a kissy face at him.
“You got a pen?”
“A pen?”
Jimin turns around on his heel, nodding. “It’s urgent.”
Jungkook sighs, searching through his pockets, letting out a little ‘ ah’ at having actually found something.
“I’ve got a sharpie?”
Jimin’s eyes light up. “Even better, thanks!”
He slides a sleek black card out of his pocket, setting it on the counter and scribbling something on it before bringing it up to his lips and kissing it, leaving a perfect imprint of his lips on the smooth surface.
He then grabs some cash from his pocket as well, sauntering towards Jungkook, and placing the hand with both items on his chest.
“Call me,” he whispers against his lips, leaving a lingering kiss on his cheek and heading towards the door, giving him one last look over his shoulder before he disappears.
Jungkook blinks, utterly confused at what the fuck just happened. He just had possibly—no, definitely— one of the best lays in his life and it ended just as quickly as it started. And he’d gotten… tipped (?) a very generous amount considering he certainly got the same amount if not more pleasure out of the exchange.
He pockets the wad of cash, attention shifting to the relatively heavy black card. The front of it had the words “VIP MEMBER” scrawled in gold and under it the name “PARK JIMIN” in bold white lettering.
“Park Jimin…” Jungkook mumbles the name to himself, In that moment, he realizes a couple of things.
First off, he’d been completely fooled because this Jimin clearly hadn’t forgotten his VIP card, further confirming that his plans for the night really were to get good dick.
Secondly, his name… Park Jimin… sounded oddly familiar for some reason, but he couldn’t pinpoint the reason why. He shrugs a shoulder, letting it go and flipping the card over.
There he finds a number scrawled out in neat handwriting, and Jimin’s lipstick mark stamped right next to it. Jungkook sighs, running a hand through his hair, still having no idea what had happened so far.
But there was one thing he was very sure about;
he would definitely be in touch with Jimin again.
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Messages to VIP booty 💦
Hey
[Attached - video.mp4]
I’ve heard I’m a really solid lay, wanna hook up sometime?
Jungkook..?
How do you know my name?
Oh right, cause you’re practically screaming it in the video
Also, I washed your... undergarment... do you want it back?
Oh my God stop, you’re so embarrassing
Do you want to give it back? I'd completely understand if you wanted to keep it ;)
But thanks for the video, now I won’t have to watch cringy porn tonight 😌
I'll uh.. I'll keep it for whenever you come over
Wait, no don’t go
???
Wanna have phone sex?
You’re insane…
I’m down
Call started [11:37 pm]
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Call ended [2:09 am]