Work Text:
“He’s here again,” Seokjin says, eyes watching the door. Jimin can’t help the way that he looks up from the vodka that he’s pouring to see the human walk through the door.
“Hm.” Jimin goes back to shaking the martini like he’s not interested, but not before he sees Seokjin’s grin. He’s so busted. Crushing on a human, who would have thought it possible of Park Jimin? Certainly not him.
And yet here he is, walking over to where Yoongi--because he does, unfortunately, know the human’s name--to take his order. Everyone behind the bar knows by now to let Jimin do it, because the last time Jeongguk had tried Jimin had “accidently” kicked him in the shin.
“What would you like today?” Jimin asks smoothly. He knew what Yoongi was going to order, just like Yoongi knew that Jimin was going to ask. Over the past month that Yoongi had been coming here, they had set up a nice little routine.
“A beer,” Yoongi tells him.
“Just beer?” Jimin bats his eyelashes, giving Yoongi his best beguiling look. For most humans, and hell, most Supernatural, it has a profound effect. Most people want to give him whatever he asks for.
Yoongi, however, is a rock. He’s never wavered.
“Are you sure I can’t get you anything more interesting? We have a special tonight, for tequila shots and shots of soju flavored with surprise colors, if you’re into that-”
“A beer. You know what brand, Jimin.”
“Of course.” Jimin keeps his voice viscous, turning in a way that Jimin knows is attractive, polished like dancing. He can feel multiple eyes on him, even now, while he’s working and focused on Yoongi.
Jimin very much knows how to use what he is to his advantage. It’s given him much success in the past. Usually, Jimin’s marks don’t last through the first night. Jimin’s smile and the way Jimin touches their arm when they tell a joke is enough for Jimin to get them alone.
But not Yoongi. And that in and of itself is interesting. Never mind the fact that Yoongi is human, and most humans aren’t able to look hard enough to see past the glamour that would reveal this bar to them.
“Thanks,” Yoongi says, once Jimin slides his beer to him.
Jimin leans on the bar, elbow on the shiny lacquered surface. “Can I get you anything else?” he asks, even though a new customer just sat down two stools away. Someone else can deal with them. Jimin’s busy here.
“No, I think that just about does it.”
“If you want...” Jimin lets his voice drop low, “anything else, just let me know, okay?”
Yoongi remains as impassive as ever to Incubus magic, because of course he does. “I will.”
Jimin goes back to the other end of the bar, where Seokjin and Jeongguk are standing, just not to seem desperate. He’ll be back over to Yoongi’s side of the bar soon enough, but for now, he needs to play it cool.
It’s a delicate dance, this thing between Jimin and Yoongi. He doesn’t want to make a misstep and run Yoongi off for good. Humans are generally like that. One slip of Jimin’s mask and they’re gone so fast they practically leave smoke behind them.
“You really should let me have a go at him,” Jeongguk says, smiling in a way that brings to mind forest fires. Kumiho, always showing off.
“No,” Jimin says harshly. He and Jeongguk have done this sort of thing before too, but Yoongi is...special. He’s special, no matter how hard that is for Jimin to admit. Humans really don’t deserve to be called special, especially not by an Incubus that works in a bar that mostly serves the things that go bump in the night, but that’s what Yoongi is.
He’s special, and Jimin doesn’t want anyone to taint him.
“Get back to work,” Seokjin says, when he sees the look on Jeongguk’s face. “You’ll scare the customers away.” He hits Jeongguk over the head with his towel for good measure, for which Jimin is thankful. Even though he is only half fae, Seokjin is one of the scariest creatures in the room. He can usually get Jeongguk to not wreak havoc.
“Alright boss,” Jeongguk says easily, turning that grin to Seokjin. Jimin is pretty sure that one day the two of them will burn this entire place to the ground around them, just from one of the looks that they exchange, but really, that’s not his business.
As soon as it’s been an acceptable amount of time, and Jimin’s served two more drinks and flirted with two more patrons, he goes back over to Yoongi. “How’s your beer?”
“Pretty good. I think I need something stronger, though.”
“Oh?” This is new. This is somewhere that the two of them have never gone before. Generally, Yoongi will order another beer, they’ll exchange some banter, and then Yoongi will go home. And Jimin will be stuck here, waiting for Yoongi to come back, hoping against hope that Yoongi’s human eyesight won’t fail him and he’ll never find this place again. “What would you like?”
“Get me something...brown.”
“Brown?” Jimin laughs.
Yoongi shrugs. “Sure, that’s easy, right?”
“More like boring, but okay. I’ll just get you whiskey on ice. Or...” Jimin stops. “Or I can make you something else.”
“Like what?”
“Like...like a screaming orgasm.”
Yoongi snorts. “Just get me my whiskey.”
Jimin does, but he can’t help but feel dejected when he scoops the ice, his back to Yoongi. He’s never really encountered someone that’s shut him down so quickly. There are people who don’t experience sexual attraction, of course, but he’s never had someone reject even his flirting without even blinking.
When Jimin turns back around, he does so with a smile, but something must be off, because Yoongi narrows his eyes at him. “Hey, don’t look at me like that. You can give me a screaming orgasm later, alright? Just let me enjoy my simple drink in peace.”
Jimin can’t help the way that he grabs hold onto that like a lifeline.
“Sure thing,” Jimin chirps, sounding a little too excited, but oh well. “So, why the hard liquor tonight?”
Yoongi goes to answer, but Jimin holds up his hand. “Wait, let me. You had a bad day? You got fired? No, that’s not it. You got caught in bed with your boss’ wife so the affair had to end and you got fired.”
“What the hell?” Yoongi laughs. “No, not at all. What kind of bullshit is that?”
“Hmmm, okay. If that’s not it, then can I try to guess again?”
“Go for it.”
Jimin tilts his head, pretending to think. “You woke up somewhere that you didn’t recognize after a night you don’t remember, and you needed something strong to get rid of the aches and pains in your back after falling asleep on concrete.”
“I’d go drinking after a night that I don’t remember? I don’t think so.”
Jimin pouts, making his lips more prominent. “Then I don’t know. I give up.”
“Well, even though your guesses were close, I guess, the true reason is,” Yoongi lowers his voice, making Jimin lean up closer to him, “I just wanted to blow off some steam.”
“Oh, really? I could help with that, you know.”
“By making me another drink?”
“No.” Jimin shakes his head. He’s sure that the low lighting of the bar shines off his face in a way that’s alluring. He knows it is, in fact. He’s seen the affect in a mirror. “You won’t need alcohol for this. But my smoke break’s in about forty-five minutes, and I can give one hell of a screaming orgasm.”
Yoongi smirks, and takes another drink from his glass. Jimin wonders if Yoongi’s tongue would taste like whiskey if Jimin sucked on it right about now.
“Okay,” Yoongi says. “I’m in.”
The first time Yoongi had walked into their bar, stinking of human, everyone had turned and looked at him. The last time a human had come into The Hellscape, well. It had ended in a bloodbath. In fact, Jimin was pretty sure that it had been a lone hunter, which had been their first mistake.
But Yoongi didn’t smell like hunter, and he didn’t walk like one either, like the string of a bow pulled tight, ready to release an arrow. Still, after Jimin had gotten him his beer, and had started flirting for his tip, Jimin had asked, “You know where you are, right?”
Yoongi just looked at him, eyes clear of anything magicked, gaze steady. And then he had said, “A bar?” with his mouth tilted in such a way that Jimin knew that he knew where he was, and that he just didn’t care.
Now, with Yoongi trailing behind him to a mostly secluded alleyway behind the bar, Jimin wonders if Yoongi has any idea of what he is. He must, he has to, if he’s coming with Jimin without any reluctance at all, after having come to this bar so often.
“You said this was a smoke break?” Yoongi asks, once they’re a reasonable ways away from the back door. There’s a light, though it’s dim as far away from the door, and the people that are passing by take no notice of them. “Do you need a lighter?”
Jimin stops him before he reaches into his pockets. “I don’t have cigarettes. I don’t even smoke.”
“Oh,” Yoongi says, and Jimin can see with his night vision that Yoongi is looking at him as though he can see him too, “then what kind of break is it for?”
“For blowing off steam, I guess,” Jimin moves closer, forcing Yoongi to take a step back, and then another. The alleyway is narrow enough that he doesn’t have to go much further than that for his back to hit the brick wall. Jimin waits for a moment, wanting to see if Yoongi will push him away, but instead he doesn’t. Yoongi shivers instead, and Jimin can feel it with his whole body. This is the first time Yoongi has shown any weakness, any susceptibility, to what Jimin is. Jimin finds himself hungering for more, to find every one of Yoongi’s weaknesses and exploit them until Yoongi is a quivering mess and completely at Jimin’s mercy. This isn’t the place for that though, not here, in a crowded, dirty alley. Soon, though, Jimin is sure of it. “For screaming orgasms.”
Jimin leans in and Yoongi doesn’t turn away. Instead he reaches forward to meet Jimin’s mouth, and just like that they’re kissing, and it’s everything that Jimin has wanted this entire time. Yoongi comes to life under Jimin’s mouth, kissing Jimin back, wrapping his arms around Jimin’s neck, fisting a hand in Jimin’s hair.
There’s no build up, no sweetness. This is pure heat and Jimin throws himself straight into the flame, knowing that Yoongi is waiting for him. The kiss is hot and slick and Yoongi knows how to move his tongue in ways that even Jimin’s never experienced. It’s like he’s been having as much trouble as Jimin has, holding back. Like he’s wanted Jimin this entire time, and it’s been hard for him to keep that contained.
Jimin is certainly fine with Yoongi releasing any reservations that he might have had.
Jimin senses more than feels when Yoongi’s dick becomes hard and heavy in his jeans. As an Incubus, he feeds on sexual energy, and the longer they kiss the more ravenous that Jimin becomes. He realizes that this feeling is because not only is he feeding off Yoongi’s sexual energy--he’s sating his own. Jimin wants Yoongi but he also wants Yoongi, for something that is just pure hunger, though he hasn’t fed since Yoongi walked into The Hellscape a month ago.
He can’t help the way that his hand slides down Yoongi’s body, feeling his ribs, the dip of his waist, down down down until he’s at the button of Yoongi’s pants with one hand, the other on Yoongi’s bony hip. Jimin undoes it easily, having a lot of practice doing this one handed, until Yoongi pulls away from the kiss and reaches down, holding Jimin’s wrist and breathing heavily.
“No,” Yoongi pants, his breath warm and damp.
“No?” Jimin asks, feeling a curl of hunger in his stomach. He pulls away anyway, knowing that he can’t touch Yoongi any longer if he says no, no matter how badly his entire body begins being flooded with want.
Yoongi’s grip around Jimin’s wrist tightens. “Me first,” he says, and flips them around so that now Jimin is the one against the wall. Jimin’s pulse begins thrumming under his skin when Yoongi sinks to his knees, and he’s so, so, gorgeous, looking up at Yoongi like that. For the first time in a long time, Jimin is so happy that he can see in the dark like he can in the sun, so that he can see the way that Yoongi looks up at him, his mouth wet with saliva and his eyes darkened with want.
The alleyway is not particularly clean, but Yoongi doesn’t seem to care. He holds Jimin’s gaze as he unzips his pants, pulling them and Jimin’s boxers down until his dick springs free, already wet with precome.
Yoongi looks down at that, and wets his lips with his tongue. Jimin somehow feels himself growing harder just looking at that. He can sense Yoongi’s desire growing, and feels his own throb in return.
Jimin’s just about to complain when finally, finally, Yoongi puts his mouth on Jimin’s dick. It’s just kisses, at first, and small licks until Yoongi decides to stop teasing him and wraps his mouth around the head of Jimin’s cock.
Yoongi’s mouth is hot and lovely and it takes everything in Jimin not to just thrust into the wet heat of it. Instead he forces himself to put his hands at his sides, and curls them into fists, just for something to do other than that.
Yoongi’s tongue is so good, at the underside of Jimin’s cock, around the base, tonguing the slit in a way that makes Jimin a little weak at the knees. When Yoongi pulls off his mouth is red and he’s breathing hard. He wraps his fingers around Jimin’s dick and strokes him while he looks up to meet Jimin’s eyes, still breathing heavily.
Looking at Jimin, Yoongi takes one of Jimin’s hands with this one and straightens out his fingers before putting it in his hair. An invitation if nothing else. Yoongi puts his mouth back on Jimin’s dick and so Jimin puts his other hand in Yoongi’s hair, his fingers gripping lightly when Yoongi’s tongue hits the head just right.
Yoongi hums in approval, and Jimin can feel the appreciation punching through his body. Jimin is taking all of Yoongi’s sexual energy like a man starved and yet Yoongi seems to have so much more to give. It’s like Jimin hasn’t taken any at all but he knows he has, he can feel it running through his bloodstream.
Yoongi just must have wanted Jimin very, very badly.
That thought, combined with the feeling of Yoongi’s tongue and his mouth and his fingers, has Jimin coming. He barely has any time to warn Yoongi, to try to gently tug his hair to try to get Yoongi to pull off, before he’s coming. He comes hard, his entire body shuddering as he comes into Yoongi’s mouth.
Yoongi doesn’t pull off until Jimin’s done and he’s twitching, limp, into Yoongi’s mouth. When Yoongi finally pulls off Jimin expects him to spit on the dirty floor of this alley, but he doesn’t. Instead he looks at Jimin, still on his knees, and swallows.
Jimin doesn’t even bother to tuck himself into his pants before he’s pulling Yoongi up from the ground and kissing him, tasting himself on Yoongi’s tongue. Semen doesn’t particularly taste good, not even to Jimin, who’s had a lot of it in his mouth, but Jimin licks into Yoongi’s mouth anyway. He wants to lick it all out of Yoongi’s mouth, until there’s nothing of Jimin left on Yoongi’s tongue, until he tastes like himself again.
So he does, until finally Yoongi pulls back.
Jimin tucks himself back into his boxers and pulls his pants back up. Yoongi watches him with dark eyes. Jimin looks back before pulling Yoongi into his arms again, pushing Yoongi back up into the wall for balance, if nothing else.
Jimin can feel the desperation coming from Yoongi, and fills his entire body with it. Yoongi wants to come and Jimin wants nothing more than to make him come. So he kisses Yoong’s mouth again, pressing his lips against Yoongi’s before making his way down to suck at the pulse in Yoongi’s neck.
“Jimin, come on,” Yoongi groans, his voice utterly wrecked. Jimin smiles into his skin at the sound.
“Alright,” Jimin says. “Impatient.” This time when Jimin reaches down for the button of Yoongi’s jeans, Yoongi doesn’t object. Instead his hips push into the touch, and Jimin holds still and lets him, wondering if Yoongi is just going to rub himself off. When it’s clear that he won’t, though, Jimin strokes him off easily. Yoongi makes these delicious little noises with every stroke of Jimin’s fingers. Jimin wants to soak them up, or listen to them forever, he’s not sure which. So he just keeps his fingers moving and his mouth against Yoongi’s neck, wanting to make sure he doesn’t miss a bit of it.
When Yoongi comes it’s like Jimin’s orgasmed again as well, from the residual pleasure that Yoongi’s feeling. And even though by now Yoongi should be completely empty, should need at least a night to replenish his energy, Jimin can still feel more inside of him.
And that? That just makes Jimin ravenous.
Jimin watches as Yoongi pants while righting himself, making his outfit more artfully mussed than completely fucked out. “Well?” he says, once he’s done. Jimin can tell that he’s still flushed, and it’s absolutely beautiful.
“Well what?”
“That wasn’t a screaming orgasm.”
Jimin laughs. “I’ll need a bed for that. I get off work in two hours. Do you want to stick around for that?”
Yoongi just looks at him, considering, before he says, “Sure. But first, make me another drink.”