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Taehyung was getting married and of course it was Jimin chosen to be his best man. Best friends since their freshman year of college, everyone expected this decision when Tae announced the engagement.  

Of course Jimin was excited for his best friend, excited to share this important memory with him, but he wasn’t jazzed about the planning, meetings, and events he was undoubtedly expected to be present at. With his own dance studio and a small staff to run it, he luckily was able to work his schedule according to Tae. He just wasn’t expecting Taehyung to call him for every single crisis.

“Minnieeee! You’ll never believe this!!”  Tae panicked in the other end of Jimin’s phone receiver at the studio front desk.

“What’s wrong Tae?” This had to be a real emergency if he was calling his work phone.

With an exasperated sigh Taehyung went through a whole story about what happened when they went to the wedding venue and found that it had been completely redone from what they initially saw and liked. Then how they have to find a new venue because the renovations were horrendous even with the big day three months away. The venue was completely apologetic and gave the deposit back but Taehyung was still so beside himself he was practically weeping on the other end of the line.

“Oh god. I’m so sorry Tae. Is there anything I can do? Help with?” Jimin offered, feeling for his best friend.

“I don’t know Chim. It just feels like one thing after the next. Maybe it’s a sign…”

Jimin now had to jump into Best Man mode. Along with holding onto the ring, he had to absolutely make sure Tae got down the isle. Even if he honestly thought the idea of marriage was something primitive.

“Hey! None of that. It’s not a sign. Just, rough luck. It happens to everyone. You’ll find a new, better venue. That one just obviously wasn’t meant for you guys,” said Jimin, hearing the sniffles come down in his ear. “It’s all going to work out. Ok?”

“Alright.” Tae sniffled. “Thanks Jimin. I knew you would have the right thing to say.”

“What’s a Best Man for?” he reassured, trying to be bright and sunny. The wet chuckle on the other line let him know it worked. “Anything else I can help with?”

“Meet me at the coffee shop in an hour? I need cupcake or something after all that,” sighed Tae.

Jimin had lunch in an hour, he could make it work. They agreed on the little café  down the street from the studio to make it easy. By the time the two besties got off the phone, one had their stress completely dissolved while the other’s was just continuing to climb.

“Taehyung?” asked Hoseok, Jimin’s general manager, and good friend, walking by the desk.

With a nod and rubbing of his temples, Jimin was sure he would need two coffees and a shot before the day was out. But teaching a class before he needed to get over to Taehyung helped greatly.

Jimin loved teaching. It filled him with a boost of serotonin each time one of his students got a step right, or improved on their technique. But he missed the sweeping freedom from dancing himself.

After his contemporary dancer career ending injury, three years ago, Jimin fed off  teaching for that small high. Never shaking the tethered feeling of experiencing dance from the wings, he figured something was better than nothing. It was better to use his talents to make someone else reach their hopes and dreams. He got there once. Now it only seemed right to help others.

But god, he missed that rush. It was flying. His heart ached for it each time he saw a student soar. Going to lunch with Tae helped ease one yearning for another.

Walking instead of driving the two blocks to the small café, Taehyung was already seated at a table for two by the wall of windows when Jimin arrived. He didn’t look like he had been crying at all a hour prior. No sign of red puffy eyes. Just a bright boxy smile.

Jimin narrowed his eyes with a skeptical grin. “If I didn’t know any better, I would think this was one big ruse to get me out to lunch with you.”

Laughing, Tae shook his head dismissing the claim. “No, the venue really did screw us over and I was a puddle an hour ago. I just did my makeup in the bathroom before you got here.”

“You didn’t have to do that. It’s all right, Taehyungie,” Jimin said taking Tae’s hand across the table.

“Please. There was no way I would be caught dead next to you without it. I already feel like a potato across from you when I’m looking my best,” Taehyung laughed taking a sip of water.

Taehyung was the most beautiful person Jimin ever saw, yet he never missed an opportunity to tell him he was attractive. It was sweet.

Jimin was aware he was cute, but Taehyung was ethereal.

“I’m a sweaty mess today from the studio. I had to help Hobi with a routine.” scoffed Jimin pushing his light blond hair up off his warm forehead.

“Hot and sweaty,” Tae winked.

Jimin flushed with embarrassment. “Stop.”

The server came walking up to them in dark jeans and sneakers shortly after Jimin sat down. A brown apron tied tight along his impossibly small waist, white button up shirt with sleeves rolled to the elbows showcasing an artful sleeve of tattoos. Jimin let his eyes trail up to the server’s face and almost choked. Stunning, with a lip ring at the bottom corner of his adorable bunny smile. Long hair tied in a small low ponytail.

Jimin had been to this café a thousand times and never saw this guy. He would have never forgotten him if he had.

“Ready to order?” asked the server pulling a small notepad from his apron pocket.

“Yeah, I’ll have a lemon poppyseed cupcake and a chamomile tea,” Tae replied, handing back the menu.

Jimin was still staring. He hadn’t looked at the menu in front of him once. But he knew it like the back of his hand anyway. His eyes were completely fixed on this gorgeous person, shamelessly.

“Grilled chicken and blueberry salad with the vinaigrette on the side, please,” he replied, clearing his throat to break from the daze. Jimin handed the server the menu and felt the small brush of their fingers under the laminated paper.

It felt like lightning.

“Anything to drink?” the server asked, placing the menu under his arm to write down Jimin’s order.

A glass of you.

“Iced Americano, please,” Jimin replied looking away feeling his face get hot. His whole body was heating up.

“Cool. It’ll be out in a minute,” smiled the server walking away.

Jimin thought he was going to melt in his seat. Taking a slip of his glass of water, he could feel the coolness of the ice reach his cheeks to bring him down.

“Umm, what the hell was that?” Tae smirked.

“What was what?”

“Whatever that going on with you looking at our server like that?” chuckled Tae, crossing his arms.

“How was I looking?” Jimin was so fixated he hadn’t realized he actually looked a type of way. “Did I look crazy?”

Tae shook his head smiling. “Thank god, no. Just extremely interested. A little embarrassed too.”

Now Jimin really was embarrassed.

 It wasn’t like him to be so forward like that. People looking at him would think he the brazen type. A major and effortless flirt. And he was, on stage and with people he knew, but never up close and personal with strangers. That took liquid courage most of the time.

“Do you think he noticed it?” asked Jimin rubbing his soft cheeks. They were getting redder for sure.

“I don’t see how he couldn’t,” laughed Tae. “Do you want his number? I’ll ask him for you.”  

Mortified Jimin thought his eyes would spring from his head. “Don’t you dare,” he seethed low enough for Tae to hear, just as the server came back with the drinks.

The table lulled silent as he placed the cups in front of them respectively. “Chamomile tea and an iced Americano. Anything else for now?”

“Did you just start working here?” asked Taehyung blatantly. Jimin could’ve kicked his leg under the table.

“Yeah, it’s my third day actually. Just part time work,” he smiled. His jawline sharp enough to cut glass. Jimin was sure he could stare at it all day.

“Nice. We’re regulars here. Never saw you before so I thought I’d ask,” politely smiled Tae extending his hand. “I’m Taehyung.”

The server took it kindly shaking it back. “Jungkook.”

The two of them then turned over to Jimin as social protocol would say it was his turn for introductions.

Jungkook.

“I’m Jimin,” he said taking Jungkook’s hand in his, feeling that same charge as he did a few minutes ago. Shaking politely while his heart was racing a mile a minute.

“Taehyung and… Jimin. Nice to meet you both,” Jungkook flashed that smile again, biting his lip ring and letting his eyes linger on Jimin just a little longer before walking away. “Let me check on your food.”

Once Jungkook disappeared behind the kitchen door Taehyung practically squealed. “Oh fuck. Chim, if you don’t get his number I’ll kill you!”

“It’s his third day and I love this place. What if I get his number and he turns out to be an asshole? I can never come back here,” whined Jimin biting the straw of his coffee.

Was a number worth loosing the convenience of this café? As insanely good looking as Jungkook was, Jimin wasn’t so sure.

Tae scoffed. “Just take the number. Nobody says you have to call him outright.”

“And if I don’t call? I still can’t come back.”

Waving the comment away dismissively Tae sipped his tea. “You’re over thinking. He’s sexy as hell and obviously giving you fuck me eyes now.”

Coming back with their plates, Jungkook was indeed staring at Jimin the entire way. Eyes friendly but with a hit of something a little impure behind it. Like any minute those big doe eyes could go dark.

Jimin wondered what it would look like to see him over his body, staring at him like that. Wanton. So much so he didn’t even realize he was nibbling on his lips.

Placing the plates in front of them Jungkook smirked looking at briefly at Jimin’s lips. “Anything else?” he asked, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth in an unassumingly hot way.

Jimin wasn’t really hungry anymore. He shook his head and Tae sighed. “No, thank you. Just the check when you have a minute.”

Jungkook nodded tight lipped, glancing at Jimin once more before walking away.

“You punk,” gibed Taehyung biting into his cupcake.

Jimin couldn’t bring himself to do it. To even say anything more that was expected of him. It had been a long time since someone made him this excited. Years since he was confident enough to make the first move.

 Jungkook was too attractive to not already be involved with multiple people. And Jimin’s pride was too fragile to get pushed by the wayside knowing the truth. Even if it would be just sex, he wasn’t sure if he could handle it.

“There’s too many factors to consider,” Jimin defended fixing his salad just the way he wanted before diving in.

“I’m just trying to get you laid Jimin. God, I didn’t think it would be such a big deal,” Taehyung murmured.

“I’m fine in that department. Thanks,” Jimin informed, knowing very well the last time he had sex was four months ago. The guy was terrible. A top who didn’t really know what he was doing. He rather forget it happened at all.

“Alright, whatever you say,” Taehyung relented the rest of lunch. Shifting his conversation topic to wedding planning it picked up again like he never stopped talking about it in the first place.

But as Jimin ate, he couldn’t stop feeling the tingles of Jungkook’s eyes flashing to him each moment he could. Tae was too wrapped up the the wedding talk to notice anything else anymore. But Jimin felt each hot glance, every tiny smirk as Jungkook passed, sending warmth down to his lower half.

Jungkook came by and dropped off the black folder with the check closer to Jimin before tending to another table. “Whenever you’re ready. No rush.”

Tae reached over but Jimin stopped him with a light tap of his hand. “My treat. Really. You had a shit day. It’s the least I can do.” He said, opening the bill and finding a small piece of paper on the opposite side.

It looked like an old receipt with a phone number scribbled on the back and two simple words. Call me. 

Jimin’s eyes and lips widened fast before snapping the folder shut and holding it in his hands tightly.

“What?!” Tae asked catching the reaction.

“Nothing. I’ll be right back,” he replied getting up to go to the counter to pay. Jimin slipped the phone number into his pocket while Tae wasn’t paying attention and paid the bill with the woman behind the register. He didn’t see Jungkook anymore going back to the table with Tae. Kind of wishing he had but also grateful to not face him with embarrassment.

Lunch was over and Jimin had an afternoon class. Tae offered to drive him back to the studio but he declined. It was a nice day. The walk wasn’t far.

So they hugged and said their goodbyes going in opposite directions. Jimin putting his hand in his pocket to feel the paper between his fingers with no one else to see. Like a secret. A hot one he wanted to keep to himself.

Hoseok even asked how lunch was.

“Uneventful.” Jimin replied, going on with his day with the lip ring and tattoo sleeve floating in his mind.

~

For days Jimin went back and forth on whether he should call Jungkook. Saving the number in his phone, his finger always ghosted over the name when he laid in bed at night. Alone. Horny. With no other real prospects to call on for some fun.

But Jungkook was a real prospect. And the hottest one in some time. Jimin wasn’t really looking for a relationship. Just someone he could hang out with a would fuck him from time to time. He could do that much.

He  only dealt with casual relationships since his last relationship ended so badly that Taehyung had to move in for a month in college. Jimin wasn’t comfortable with feelings in romantic partnerships.

And it worked out for him most of the time. A random hookup here and there, or a friends with benefits suited him best. They never went on dates and they only came over Jimin’s place. He liked it that way. No need to complicate it. But those relationships were few and far between while Jimin’s needs needed tending to on a regular basis.

Jimin stared at the number in his phone, thinking what harm could it do. Just a text. A flirty sext?

Too much.

He went through this cycle of being nervous thinking about Jungkook and if he was even busy each time Jimin considered calling. Being a weeknight, there was a fifty-fifty chance he was busy. The clock reading after ten, he might even be asleep.

Jimin wished he was instead of letting his mind aimlessly wander and wonder what Jungkook looked like sleeping, letting  out a restless sigh.

He probably sleeps naked.

A thought that made his dick twitch in his cotton pajama pants. Rubbing down out of habit to adjust himself his mind runs across Jungkook’s smile again. His easy, laid back tone. The glint of want he flashed Jimin when Tae wasn’t paying attention.

Jimin rubbed his front again. Getting stiffer the friction of the fabric felt kind of nice. Good even, and his inhibitions were taking over with his natural need rising up again.

His mind was slowly sliding into fantasies. Imagining Jungkook standing at the edge of his bed. Hands on his godly waist, starting at Jimin with dark, hooded eyes. Biting that lip ring when Jimin wanted to so badly.

What did it taste like? What did he taste like?

Jimin licked his lips and began to rub himself a little rougher. He was so hard now, the friction felt like heaven. A soft moan eased from his full lips.

 Mm, this is incredible.

Closing his eyes tight he could see Jungkook in front of him. Unbuttoning that white work shirt slowly, teasing him with each button and a playful smirk on his mouth.

Jimin couldn’t hold himself back anymore, rutting his hips along with his hand to create even more friction along his pulsating dick. He wanted to straddle Jungkook’s gorgeous thighs. They were on full display in those dark tight jeans from the back.

Muscular and tight, Jimin was pining to grind himself against them. His hand getting faster, harder, as precum was dripping from his tip through the pants to make them moist. A whine pulled out of Jimin’s throat. Wiggling in his bed from the hot pleasure wanting to just feel  Jungkook’s touch.

He was close. His orgasm building so fast just thinking about how Jungkook would look holding his hips while Jimin rolled himself on top of him. If he would grab his dick in his hand and jerk Jimin off hard and slow to finally cum on their stomachs.

Ohh, fuck!

Hot wetness spurred from Jimin into his pants with a trembled  moan with the last image floating across his dirty brain. He looked down at what he’d done and the euphoria evaporated into shame.

Never had he come so hard with just the thought of someone he hadn’t touched.

Never had he come so much without actually touching his own dick.

If Jungkook could do this to Jimin and not be in the same room he was certain Jungkook wasn’t a good idea. Jimin couldn’t trust himself around him or what they could get themselves into.

He didn’t know if Jungkook was just looking for casual sex or not, but either way Jimin was certain he would ruin him. And that was a risk he was too scared to take.

~

Deciding not to call Jimin avoided that café for the next two months like the plague. He hated that his own fears stopped him from going in and getting a good cup of coffee or a pastry. He hated it even more that he sent his Junior dance instructors on coffee runs for the team on his behalf to just not be seen.

But this was safe.  

“Excited for Taehyung’s bachelor party tonight?” asked Hoseok as the two of them ate their breakfast in the break room.

Jimin was actually looking forward to this. They were going to a club, but Taehyung wanted to make this as much of a surprise for the guests attending as a good time for him. Where they we’re going Jimin or Hoseok had no clue. They were just told to be at the dance studio, dressed for a night out at 9pm.

Both Hoseok and Jimin had late kids classes so it worked out fine. They could use the showers in the locker room and bringing their close was no problem.

“Yeah, we haven’t gone out like this in a while since the wedding planning started. It should be fun.” Smiled Jimin ready to dance and just let go for a while. Have a few too many drinks because it was a celebration. His best friend was getting married. That was more than enough reason.

“Where do you think we’re going?” Asked Hoseok sipping his coffee, half sleep.

Jimin shrugged. “Knowing Tae, it could be anywhere.”

It was a fair assessment to make. Tae liked to play games and Tae liked giving surprises. The club could be anywhere in the city and Jimin was just down for the ride as always.

Their day went by fast, which Jimin appreciated. The anticipation of the night was building with each class until the last student left.

Getting dressed in tight leather pants and a loose silk white top, he figured this outfit could work any place. Hoseok cleaned up so well Jimin didn’t recognize him for a second. Always in baggy clothes, this form fitting shirt and pants he wore displayed his thin toned frame perfectly.

“Hobi! You have a waist,” joked Jimin poking at Hoseok’s side.

His giggle was like sunshine. “Tae said dress up so…” his smile shy and adorable.

Jimin’s phone read nine o’clock on the dot and a short black bus rolled up in front. The thump of the bass muffled behind the blacked out windows and door. Jimin and Hoseok looked at each other bewildered, excited bubbling behind their smiles.

The doors swung open and the techno music and flashing lights blared out onto the street. Tae sauntered down the stairs in a red sequins blazer and black pants. His hair styled up soft on his head with a huge smile, dancing at the foot of the door.

“A party bus Tae?” Jimin giggled. He had never been on one before but saw them downtown multiple times. People always stumbling in and out of them gleefully, he wondered when he’d get that opportunity.

 The time had finally come.

“We’re just getting started! Hop on!” Tae informed still grooving to the music. The two new additions to the festivities on wheels didn’t hesitate to follow their leader. The lights getting wilder and brighter as Jimin walked up to the cab of the bus.

Long leather couches lined the walls with three silver poles bolted into the floor. The rest of Tae’s friends were up from their seats dancing wildly with drinks in their hands, cheering as Jimin and Hoseok joined them.

Tae was quick to shove the sweet and spicy punch in their hands as soon as the bus doors were closed and they were on their way.

“To Taehyungie! Congratulations and god speed!” toasted Jimin, raising his cup and grabbing his best friend’s waist. For once Tae looked shy, grinning and covering his face.

“To Tae!!” The entire bus erupted in hoots and hollers before downing their cups. The tone was set for the rest of the night. None of them knowing where they were going except the host.  Jimin surrendering to the night.

He felt fun and free swaying to the music. Grinding playfully on his best friend as he held Taehyung’s hips to dance. They were always each other’s favorite dance partners. Even back in college when they got a few interested eyes on them in clubs.

People couldn’t tell if they were just friends or together depending on the song. Taehyung yielding to whoever would come up to Jimin, hypnotized by the way he moved his body.

“You move like magic Chim,” Tae giggled giving Jimin a tap on his plump behind before grabbing the pitcher to refill Jimin’s empty cup.

Whatever was in it, Jimin was feeling it now. His body was buzzing like magic actually ran through it. Confidence rising up strong, he was feeling spirited  again. Flirty. And whenever they were going Jimin was ready to play.

Taehyung only fed into Jimin’s jovial mood and filled Jimin’s cup with the pitcher of punch not once, but twice before they even made it to their stop. Hoseok was stealing the show, swinging around one of the poles while a couple of guys stared with amazement. Jimin was sure he didn’t have to worry about him tonight.

But then bus stopped and the music died down signaling a focus on Taehyung.

“Alright everyone. We’re at our first stop. The rules…” he started followed by a few groans. “We’re only saying yes to everything that’s happening in there tonight. Now let’s go.”

People laughed and cheered following Taehyung out the bus single filed, but Jimin was just sober enough to let a flash of skepticism run through his mind.

“What is this place?” Laughed Jimin walking off the bus with Hoseok at his side.

He shrugged. “Your guess as good as mine.”

But it didn’t take long to guess once they walked down the red carpet at the entrance, through a dark velvet hallway into a large room with small tables surrounding a very large stage with a pole.

Tae came by with a wad of ones for each guest of his and a wink. The room was filled with other eager people, mostly women, who sipped from tall skinny glasses through thin black straws.

Taking a seat between Tae and Hoseok, Jimin felt the bubbling of excitement well into his chest. “I can’t believe you,” he giggled into Taehyung’s ear.

“What’s a bachelor party without a stripper?” Tae scoffed playfully,  just as the announcer’s booming voice came over the speakers to rile up the crowd. Mostly high pitched screams from the ladies in the room, Jimin realized they were the only guys in the entire place.

The first dancer was announced to the stage and Hoseok giggled in such a way Jimin couldn’t help to get excited too.

He was attractive. Tall, and in a baseball uniform where all his muscles were easily visible under the clothes. The song was medium pace. With each roll of his hips the crowd swooned and dollars flew onto the stage. Slowly clothing came off piece by piece as the routine moved along, welling heat into Jimin’s body.

The dancer came closer to their party and Taehyung slipped a dollar into the top of his underwear with a smirk. Drinks were served just as the first dancer finished his show and Jimin couldn’t wait for the next performer.

They were all really great. And Jimin was enjoying the show immensely. But being a choreographer and a dancer himself  it was hard to take those professional elements out of his gaze and get really into it like the rest of the group.

 Instead he paid attention to the music selection, their creativity, their form in which the way they moved around the stage. He was feeling flirtatious enough to throw dollars and clap for a thong reveal, but no one was making him feel anything strong. It was all really sexy but he’s seen better. He thought he could do better.

The lights went down once more and Jimin thought the show was coming to the end, but the announcer made it clear this was the main event. People came from the bar, bathrooms to take their seats and get ready for the dancer of the night. Clearly knowing something about him that Jimin didn’t.

The lights came back up and the man’s back was towards the crowd in a dark grey suit. His dark hair long and wavy at his shoulders. Body proportions were insane. How could anyone be so broad and so small with thighs that perfect? The cheers turned to roars as the announcer broadcasted his name.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, give your love and dollars to the one and only, JK.”

With that being said, the man on stage turned around and Jimin was sure he had died.

 ~

“Holy shit!” Tae gasped covering his mouth, dropping his dollars on the table. The music stared low and smooth with a smirk from  the dancer starting his incredibly sensual routine.

“Did you know about this?” Jimin choked turning to Tae, his heart in his throat.

He shook his head with pleased surprise. “No! I had absolutely no idea! I swear.” Taehyung laughed eyes glued to the stage.

This was either Devine intervention or rotten ass luck. Once the suit jacket came off and and the white shirt sleeves rolled up, there was no doubting that the dancer twelve feet away from them on stage was Jungkook.

Eyes locked in on his body Jimin was frozen in place. Amazed with the way Jungkook’s hips rolled to the song, how he easily swung around the pole, and that god tier smile of his was making Jimin feel fuzzy.

Tingles slipping up and down Jimin’s spine as he watched his late night fantasies become reality.

Not only could Jungkook move, but he was performer. Flirting with the audience as he touched his perfect body and collected dollars from hands and mouthes. Working on his shirt Jimin got a rush of déjà vu. He imagined this. The blood in his body heading south he leaned over himself to hide it. Once Jungkook’s shirt was off, Jimin couldn’t believe that body was real.

Beautiful broad shoulders and a strong chest. Abs that went on for days cutting low beyond the waistband with that teeny waist. The tattoos were even more amazing than what Jimin saw that day at the restaurant. Beautifully creeping up his shoulder with wild design and color.

Fuck. Gorgeous.

Just before Jungkook could remove his pants he worked his way on the other side of the stage towards their party, making Jimin’s blood boil with anticipation. Biting his lip as he watched Jungkook glaze over everyone’s faces. But when he stopped short on Jimin with a grin and a lick of his lips, Jimin breath caught in his throat full stop. Tae nudged him hysterically.

He knew he noticed him. And from then on it felt like Jungkook would always come back to look in Jimin’s direction. Teasing. Eyeing him even for a moment as to undress him as Jungkook undressed himself.

Jimin crossed his legs feeling his leather pants getting tighter. This was not the time or place. But the way Jungkook was playing with him, and the crowd, on the stage it was difficult not to.

Eyes like wolves as his pants came down with hysteria from the crowd, the bulge in Jungkook’s light grey boxer briefs was impressive. Jimin swallowed hard then swallowed the rest of his drink in one shot. The alcohol was already making him feel flirty, but seeing Jungkook dance that way; so smooth, sexy, primal, it was hard to not wonder what he was like in bed.

Guilt rose up in Jimin at the end of the routine that he never called Jungkook.

God. I fucked up.

The lights went black and Taehyung grabbed Jimin apologetically. “I swear I didn’t know he was a dancer here. Oh my god. He was…” Tae fanning himself.

“You guys know him?” Asked Hoseok.

“He works at the café by the studio,” sighed Jimin wake to the rest of the room from that daze.

“He was giving Jimin bedroom eyes the entire time.” Added Tae.

Hoseok eyes went large before erupting into laughter. But Jimin didn’t see anything funny. He never called Jungkook. Clearly his chances with him were completely gone. That was months ago.

“I wonder if he gives private dances?” Tae quirked his brow.

Shooting Tae a pleading look of desperation Jimin didn’t want the embarrassment to last any longer. He just wanted to go on to the next place Tae planned. The entire ordeal was messing with his buzz anyway.

“Do you want me to ask?” Hoseok grinned devilishly.

“No! Hobi! You’re supposed to be on my side with this,” whined Jimin. The idea of a private dance from Jungkook being equally as thrilling and mortifying.

“There’s no harm in asking. The rest of us are going on the dance club on the second floor. What’s the only rule tonight?” Tae teased, wiggling  his skinny long finger in front of Jimin’s face.

“We’re only saying yes,” Jimin said in a flat tone.

“Exactly! If they say yes, the dance is on me,” smiled Tae squeezing Jimin’s knee.

 Jimin didn’t want this dance, he didn’t want Taehyung to pay. This was his night. Jimin would rather pay for a dance for Taehyung. That’s how these things were supposed to go. But instead he found himself in a back room with a leather couch and velvet walls, a pole dead center.

Apparently JK didn’t do private dances but once he heard the offering price and saw the client, he couldn’t refuse.

Jimin could see the small camera in the top left corner knowing it was there for safety but wondered if anyone actively watched. His fingers felt like electrical tubes on his hand as he waited for Jungkook in this dark, red lit room alone. Just trying to breathe normally and not come off like a loser as he gripped his dollars. He barely gave any way during the show.

Then the door opened and Jimin thought his heart would jump from his chest. Jungkook walked in a loose black buttoned shirt where the top three were undone. His hair in that low ponytail like in the café, and a pair of ripped jeans that showcased parts of those perfect thighs. He smiled like he knew something Jimin didn’t. Not saying anything before the door was closed.

“Well…” he chuckled. “I never expected to hear or see you again.”

Jimin honestly didn’t either. “It’s Taehyung’s bachelor party. We had no idea you worked here.” He innocently explained. Gaze couldn’t tear away from Jungkook’s form as he leaned on the pole facing Jimin. He seemed so relaxed when Jimin was sure he was a ball of nerves.

Jungkook nodded. “A happy accident. I was kind of hoping you would call,” he bit his lip, arching his back against the cold metal in a stretch.

“I wanted to. But it probably wouldn’t have been a good idea,” explained Jimin, unconsciously leaning forward to watch Jungkook closer.

“How so?” Jungkook asked, his eyes never leaving Jimin’s face as he played juvenilely with the pole in conversation. Still hot but in a cuter way that Jimin found just as pleasing to watch.

“Lots of reasons…”

“Name one.” Jungkook challenged.

“You work at my favorite café. What if it didn’t work out? I’d have to stop coming,” Jimin replied.

Jungkook stopped moving around once he got back facing Jimin again. “You stopped coming away. Name another.”

“What if you’re looking for something more than I’m willing to give?” asked Jimin, his hands gripping the money with is hands at his sides on the couch.

 Jungkook walked slowly up to Jimin, playing with his lip ring. He gently placed his hands in Jimin’s knees spread his legs open before sliding up on each of his thighs. The eye contact never leaving,  only to flash between Jimin’s anxious gaze and beautiful pout.

When Jungkook first saw Jimin’s lips his thoughts were far from the simple innocence that Jimin gave that day.

“If you had called, you would know I’m not looking for anything particular. I just thought you were cute and I thought you were interested in me too.”

 Despite Jimin’s eyes, he was so receptive to anything Jungkook did. He liked that. Wondering how responsive Jimin was to his body in a more private setting. But he was working right now. And Jungkook was sure he could hold the same amount of restraint as he did that day in the café.

Jimin leaned his back into the couch as Jungkook rolled his body between his legs without touching him. Like water. Fluid and smooth, Jimin was beyond thirsty. He just watched as Jungkook, stood upright and slowly opened the rest of the buttons.

“Were you not interested?” Asked Jungkook, the rest of the buttons free, giving Jimin an even better glimpse of the body he saw on stage. Jimin wanted to reach out and touch those ripples and feel how smooth his skin was. But he couldn’t. It was a house rule and Jimin’s as well.

Jimin sighed so turned on by the figure in front of him and the playful lust in his eyes. “I was interested. I should have called you. I’m sorry.” The apology was soft but it held meaning for Jungkook. He never got an actual apology from getting ghosted. Especially from someone so adorable.

Jimin’s tiny frame in those leather pants was making Jungkook more excited than he ever had in this job. The silk shirt hiding yet would cling ever so often to his chest. Jimin’s eyes no longer nervous but low and dusted with want. Wanting as he stared at Jungkook.

People have looked at Jungkook like they wanted him as soon as puberty seemed to hit the second time when he turned eighteen. But never was a gaze so cute and sexy at the same time. Jungkook could just look at Jimin like this forever. But his need to touch him was too great to allow it.

He could grab his leg as he danced on him, throw his arms over his head, or hold his hips while he worked his routine, but Jungkook didn’t want to do any of those things. He just wanted Jimin how he normally would. Like they were back in his apartment. And the performance he would give would be for pure pleasure alone.

“I accept your apology,” Jungkook said moving back to the pole. “So what kind of dance do you want? A pole show or something closer?”

Jimin had no clue. If Jungkook got any closer he would feel himself getting more excited, a blushing thought. But he wanted to get closer to Jungkook. Feel the weight of him even if it was just as second, and clothed. He smelled like citrus and sandalwood. The combination making Jimin drool, licking his lips before responding.

“Closer.”

A flash of a smile slipped on Jungkook’s face as he shed the shirt from his body. Jimin taking his bottom lip in his teeth. He though he heard a soft “fuck” come from Jungkook, but he didn’t pursue it.

Jungkook leaned over Jimin again, caging his body with arms on the side of his head. Jimin could hear his heartbeat in his ears before Jungkook pressed a button on the wall that started a slow winding song. Jungkook rolled his hips low just at Jimin’s crotch, not following any rules about touch, and a small whine dropped out of Jimin lighting something in Jungkook he couldn’t ignore anymore.

Doing it again, Jungkook held back his own moan and relished in the adorably sexy noises that were coming from Jimin. This felt so good. This felt more than a dance. And Jungkook could feel himself moving into dangerous waters.

Jimin hoped Jungkook couldn’t hear how good this was making him feel over the music. The tiny sounds emitting from his throat with each roll, pull of his hips closer, slide down his body, or touch to Jimin’s chest, was hard to hold back. He could feel himself getting harder, pressing into the tightness of the leather as Jungkook ass pressed against his crotch. Jimin was almost certain Jungkook was aware how turned on he was. As madding as it was, it felt fantastic. .

Straddling Jimin, Jungkook tilted Jimin’s chin up to his face as he rolled his hips on him more in the dance. A smirk of excitement on Jungkook as if he knew.

 “You get this excited from just a dance?” Jungkook jested.

“I’m this excited because it’s you,” Jimin replied, a soft moan falling from him at the friction. His confidence fueled by his need.

Jungkook smiled devilishly but inside he was falling into goo. It took him everything to not get hard while dancing on Jimin. His mind racing to every non sexy thing to keep him soft. When Jimin said that, he didn’t want to hold back anymore. But this was his job.

“You’ll make me break every rule in this place talking like that,” Jungkook said, honestly. Letting go of Jimin’s chin and lifting himself off his lap.

Jimin was dripping into his underwear. The heat in those pants was enough to fire a furnace. Jungkook’s words not helping the precum easing from Jimin’s tip. He just wanted to grab Jungkook’s waist and hold him there on his lap, let him continue to pull soft lewd noises out of him shamelessly until he came in his pants for the second time.

But the song stopped and their time was up. Jungkook caressing Jimin’s chin once more, softly letting his thumb graze the bottom lip he wanted to kiss so badly.

Jimin knew this was the end. Jungkook saw it in his eyes as he tried to hide his disappointment.

“Can I have a minute to get myself together?” Asked Jimin his body language going shy.

Jungkook nodded walking back from him to the pole, trying not to watch Jimin calm himself down from the experience.

 If anyone else got excited like this, Jungkook would have thought them a creep. Pitiful even. But not Jimin. He liked that he could get a rise from him As much as Jimin tried to distance himself in that restaurant or by not calling, Jungkook was certain it was all because Jimin was scared of how good it could feel, would feel.

Jimin stood up once he had finally calmed. Leaving the wad of ones crumpled from his hand on the couch. “Thanks for the dance,” he smiled at Jungkook, trying not to make this more than it was.

He was just about to walk past him to the door when Jungkook took his hand. Twisting their fingers together to stop him from going any further. The same buzz from the day at the café shooting up Jimin’s arm.

Jungkook gently pulled Jimin towards him, now able to see the ever so slight hight difference. They were eye to eye with Jungkook barefoot and Jimin in a small heeled boot.

Jimin couldn’t look up into Jungkook’s eyes. He didn’t prep himself with enough courage for more of an interaction beyond the thank you. But Jungkook just lightly chuckled, tilting Jimin to look at him once more, the nervousness and need rushing through his body being those close. Smelling Jimin’s sweet floral and vanilla  scent in his personal space.

“I don’t want this to be the last time we see each other,” Jungkook said, taking his free hand to caress Jimin’s soft cheek from his chin.

Jimin smiled small and shy. “I don’t either to be honest.”

“Then will you really call me this time?” Jungkook asked, searching Jimin’s eyes for more honesty.

He nodded. “I promise. Really.”

Sealing in the promise Jungkook couldn’t help himself to lean in to those plump lips of Jimin’s he wanted to taste. Parting their lips in a brief but deep kiss Jungkook pulled Jimin into his chest firmly as their tongues glided across each other . Letting go Jungkook could feel himself press into his jeans, not wanting to say goodnight to Jimin at all.

A delicious sigh parting Jimin’s incredibly soft pout driving Jungkook crazy.

“I shouldn’t have done that for multiple reasons,” lightly chuckled Jungkook, his hands still on Jimin’s waist.

“Name one,” asked Jimin, his mind still spinning with how gratifying that kiss was. As fast as it happened and stopped.

Jungkook exhaled trying to calm a burn he started himself. “Cameras. That kiss could get me fined.”

“Was it worth it?” Joked Jimin.

“Absolutely,” Jungkook replied without hesitating, looking down at Jimin’s lips wanting to do it again.

“What’s another reason?” asked Jimin, eyes flickering between Jungkook’s fire lit eyes and hungry mouth.

Jungkook pulled Jimin’s hips a little closer and Jimin could feel the other reason. A big reason. All he could muster was an “Oh, I get it.”

They both laughed and Jungkook eased his hold but not moving his hands completely away from Jimin’s body. He didn’t want to let Jimin slip away again. Not now that he had him. Tasted him.

He said he would call, but Jungkook didn’t want to take anymore risk that he wouldn’t. But there was nowhere for them to go now. He had to trust that Jimin would, so he released him with hope it wasn’t in vain.

“I should get myself together before the next show starts. Your friends are upstairs. You should go to them,” Jungkook said releasing Jimin’s body.

Jimin had almost forgotten the real reason he was here. Time felt like it was standing still in the dark light of the room under Jungkook’s gaze.

“Ok. I will call you.” Sighed Jimin, running a finger at the front edge of Jungkook’s pants. The soft touch of his fingers making it hard for Jungkook in two different ways.

Jungkook grinned  moving Jimin’s hand, to get him to finally leave. If he stayed any longer Jungkook would get fired. Watching Jimin walk out the door he had no idea he was holding his breath the entire time until it shut closed.

~

The rest of the night Taehyung and Hoseok hounded Jimin about the dance.

What was it like?

How good was it?

Did anything else happen?

“It was hot. He was hot. The dance was impressive. And no.”

The last response being a total lie but Jimin wanted that for himself. Something he could think about when no one else was around.

While Jungkook’s lips were on his mind, Jimin took his phone out of his back pocket and found the number he hesitated over for weeks. Sending a little text, just so Jungkook knew he would keep his promise.

JM: He’s my number. I won’t forget to call you, but in case you want to call me you can.

Jimin was just about to put the phone away when it buzzed.

JK: Ok. I’ll take you up on that. 😉

The emoji blooming something in Jimin’s chest that he hasn’t felt in some time.

“Who’s that?” Taehyung shimmied over to the edge of the dance floor at their third club of the night.

“Nobody.” Jimin smirked.

Taehyung narrowed his eyes with a grin. “Sure.”

Jimin put his phone away and grabbed Taehyung into his arms to pull him back into the dance floor. Hoping Taehyung would get distracted enough with their dancing and the music to pry anymore.

The music and promise of seeing Jungkook again carried him through the rest of the night and home to sleep well.

~

Jungkook got off work at the club around three in the morning on days he didn’t go into the café. It had been about a week since Jimin came in a threw is mind and body into a whirlpool. He had to put in the same amount of energy into his routine each night, but after that private dance the feeling paled in comparison.

 It just wasn’t as thrilling as it used to be.

Jimin’s soft moans and whines floated in his mind every time Jungkook rolled his hips on the stage brought some fire back in. Money fell from the sky anytime that happened. Maybe Jimin on the brain was so bad for business.

But it’s already been a week even if Jimin said he would call. Jungkook was getting impatient and considered just calling instead. But he didn’t want to look too eager. Even if it was true.

He got in his car with his duffle bag filled with loose bills and sighed. Maybe he really shouldn’t have kissed Jimin. The sensation wouldn’t stop ghosting over Jungkook’s lips at the thought. He never pined for someone like this before. And it was beginning to feel foolish.

Starting his car engine Jungkook was sure it would be another morning at home alone. All the people he used to talk to seemed to have lost interest in him or vice versa. The only face he couldn’t forget was Jimin’s.

But his phone rang and a simple name on the screen set his heart on fire.

“Hello?” He answered putting his car back in park.

“Hey. I’m sorry. It’s so late…well early. Did I wake you up?” Jimin’s clear light voice coming over the other end.

“No, it’s ok. Just leaving work,” Jungkook said, his jitters making him mess with his lip ring. “ Why aren’t you asleep?”

“I was, but I just woke up and now I can’t seemed to get back asleep.” Jimin explained. It was a routine that Jimin had most nights. But lately when he did he thought of Jungkook.

“I see. Would you like some help?” Jungkook asked his voice low and tempting. He could hear Jimin swallow and it make him smile.

“If you’re not tired from work…” Jimin replied, butterflies swarming in his stomach as he laid with his blankets sprawled across the bed.

“Not at all. Text me your address. I’ll come right over.”

Jimin agreed hanging up and sending the address right away. The butterflies turned into hornets and adrenaline spiked his lack of sleepiness farther away.

JK: I’ll be there in 30 minutes

That wasn’t too long. Looking at his studio apartment it was clean enough for Jimin but a little messy for company. Springing into action to tidy up his bathroom, wipe counters, and toss trash, he was able to change from his boring cotton pajama set into a soft T-shirt and some shorts he knew were entirely too small to be respectable. You couldn’t even see them when the shirt fell over Jimin’s small frame.

There was knock at the door and Jimin felt his heart in his throat. He took a quick exhale before answering, opening the door to find Jungkook standing there in a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants. Hair tied, but a few loose strands fell past his ears. He gave Jimin one glance over and licked his lips making Jimin shudder slightly.

“Hey, come in,” Jimin grinned opening the door a little more to let his guest walk in.

“Your place is great,” said Jungkook, taking his shoes off at the door.

Jimin shrugged. It was decorated simply. He liked it simple but his friends always thought he could do with more in the space.

“Thanks. Can I get you anything to drink?” He couldn’t think of any other way to start whatever they were doing than to play host.

Jungkook laughed lightly shaking his head. “No, I’m ok. But I could use a shower, if that’s alright. I did just come from work.”

“Yeah, that’s ok. Let me grab you a towel,” Jimin turned to head to the linen closet, but Jungkook was faster. Whipping  Jimin’s waist around to pull his body flush to his. Kissing Jimin with deep parted lips, a gentle moan released from Jungkook as Jimin instinctively bit Jungkook’s lip as he pulled away.

“Mm, I’ve missed that,” he said just inches from Jimin’s the tender mouth.

Jimin thought his knees were going to give out. “You can’t keep doing that. You’re giving me whiplash.” He giggled shyly.

“Sorry, Beautiful. Couldn’t help it,” Jungkook had been dying to do that again since Jimin walked out the private room door. He let Jimin’s waist go and felt him falter a second before steadying .

So cute.

“Let me get you that towel,” Jimin breathed scurrying away from Jungkook before anything else could happen. Taking the fresh, fluffy white towel out of the closet he handed it to his guest careful not to touch him anymore. “The bathroom is there. Take your time.”

Jungkook smirked grabbing the towel and washcloth from Jimin’s hands just as carefully. He couldn’t handle how adorable he got when embarrassed. Jungkook then wondered how shy he was in bed. How different or the same Jimin would be.

Jimin politely closed bathroom door behind Jungkook when Jungkook intended to leave it open. He kind of wanted Jimin to at least try to take a peek at his body. But Jimin was going to do this by the book. Give him his space. Let him come to him when he was ready. Jungkook was more than ready.

The warmth of the shower felt so nice, the only thing making it better would have been Jimin in there with him. He never saw more than a few buttons down of Jimin’s chest but he knew from the way those leather pants hugged his lower half that he had an ass for the gods. Even the slope in the oversized  shirt he wore gave some indication of the perfectness underneath.

Cleaning himself, the slipperiness of the soap felt a little better than it should have thinking of Jimin’s body. Jungkook was getting excited and he hadn’t even seen it yet. Rising and toweling off, he made the decision to not even get dressed.

Why waste time? They both knew what this was.

Jimin was laying on his made up bed scrolling through his phone when the bathroom door opened. Turning his head to watch Jungkook walk out with the steam following. Just the towel around his waist, hair still wet and silky at his shoulder. Jimin was in a daze looking at him, pulling his knees together in arousal.

Jungkook noticed it and grinned. Jimin nibbling at his bottom lip just watching him walk to his slide of the bed.

“How was the shower?” asked Jimin placing his phone on the nightstand.

“Nice,” Jungkook answered right at the edge, swinging Jimin’s legs around to face him, letting them hang off the mattress. He slowly opened them, slipping his warm hands up Jimin’s smooth bare thighs. They felt like silk.

Jimin took slow breaths and leaned back on his hands slightly, giving Jungkook an open invitation to do what he wanted.

 “That’s good,” Jimin replied talking about the shower and Jungkook’s caressing. “I would’ve joined you but I didn’t want to presume…”

A small growl came from Jungkook’s throat getting Jimin harder. Just looking at the muscles of Jungkook’s arms and chest was enough.

“You tell me this now?”Jungkook quirked his brow, stopping the caressing to lean over and cage Jimin to the bed at his waist. “I was thinking about your body all wet against me just five minutes ago. It almost made me come.”

Jungkook glided his nose up the side of Jimin’s throat as he spoke creating a vibration throughout Jimin’s entire body that Jungkook could feel. He leaned in placing a soft kiss just at the nape of his neck. Jimin sighed gently.

“There’s other ways to come,” Jimin breathed, trying to keep his head straight. But it was really no use. Jungkook grabbed under Jimin’s shirt to the bottom hem of his shorts. An arousing smirk on Jungkook’s beautiful lips.

“And I fully intend to show you. As soon as these tiny shorts are off your sexy little frame,” Jungkook purred. “But first let me at see them. I’m sure your ass is eating them up.”

Jungkook let go and leaned up so Jimin could crawl on the bed. Turing away from Jungkook on his knees, Jimin lifted the oversized shirt revealing his thick ass cheeks struggling in his tiny white shorts. The bottoms of his cheeks out the bottom hem just obscenely enough to tease with the seam up the middle creating the perfect silhouette to the rest of him. Jimin looked back smirking at Jungkook’s reaction.

Eyes wide, ravenous, desperate but hesitant to touch. “Fuck Jimin…I knew it. Perfect,” Jungkook smirked biting that lip ring.

“Are you going to touch it or keep looking?” Jimin giggled, teasing.

But Jungkook moved fast to slip that oversized shirt over Jimin’s head and bent him over on his hands and knees. A soft hand slipped up one of Jimin’s ass cheeks with a squeeze and jiggle, following soft praise from Jungkook.

It’s as if he never saw as ass like Jimin’s. And he hadn’t.

As a bisexual man, Jungkook has seen a lot of different asses. They came in all different shapes and sizes, each one beautiful in their own right. But Jimin’s was on another level. Sculpted like a dancer, but soft and smooth at the same time. It was thick, round even. He just wanted to sink his teeth into it. Shaking it in his hand again, it jiggled just so making Jungkook rock hard in this towel.

He pulled Jimin at his hips back on his crotch at the end of the bed. “Feel what that ass of yours is doing to me already?”

Jimin could feel Jungkook poking to his ass with the fabric separating them and it felt so good. He created a circle with his hips against him and Jungkook moaned. The sound making Jimin’s dick twitch, hard and leaking in those shorts. But he liked that he could tease Jungkook like this. That his ass was making him this needy.

“Jungkook,” Jimin whined, rotating his hips against him again.

“Mm, fuck, yes baby?”  Jungkook totally mesmerized by how Jimin could move like that.

“I need you to touch me,” Jimin begged.

Jungkook got distracted. The pressure of Jimin and how he rolled his hips was getting him so excited his mind went fuzzy. Without a second thought to Jimin’s request, Jungkook pulled those shorts down revealing how much more perfect Jimin was, and setting him free reach around and touch Jimin’s dick he regretfully neglected.

Reaching around to the base of Jimin Jungkook squeezed gently before stroking down his impressive length. A shuddering moan pouring out of Jimin once Jungkook touched his tip.

So wet.

Jungkook began to work his hand into a rhythm along Jimin making the moans louder out of Jimin’s full lips. He pushed back against Jungkook’s towel harder creating soft groans out of Jungkook. . Jimin wasn’t as thick or long as Jungkook but still sizable enough to be considered above average.

 He wondered if Jimin topped at all. With a dick like this he was the perfect switch. The noises he made as Jungkook’s hand sped up or slowed down was keeping Jungkook excited.

“How does that feel?” He asked Jimin, his whines getting higher and tighter as he folded over in pleasure.

“Ahh. S-so good. But I…I don’t …” Jimin sputtered as Jungkook stokes got harder. It felt like he was just about to come undone when Jungkook’s hand let go, ebbing the orgasm that was rushing to fruition.

 Finally able to catch his breath, Jimin fell chest to the bed. His legs tingling from the surge. It was the best handjob Jimin ever got but it wasn’t enough.

He wanted Jungkook inside him when he came. To feel full and the weight of his body on him as he called his name just before he spilled onto the bed, or preferably his stomach. Jimin wanted see how much Jungkook was enjoying him. That would send him over the edge in a second.

With him’s ass tilted up like that Jungkook couldn’t hold himself back any longer. Loosing the towel he sprang free, licking his hand before stroking himself a few times. A soft groan slipping from his mouth.

Jimin looked back at him in complete awe. Jungkook was huge. Thick and well above average just like he thought. But looking at him, stroking himself with his lips slightly parted, tongue poking though, and a hand gripping Jimin’s hip, Jimin couldn’t wait to have him in.

“Condoms and lube are in the drawer behind you,” breathed Jimin sitting up on his knees with his legs spread wide. Hearing the rustling of the open drawer and pop of the lube cap, the cool touch of Jungkook’s fingers at Jimin’s rim releases a shudder.

“Too cold?” Jungkook asked, holding his waist with one hand, caressing, as he kissed along the back of Jimin’s neck.

This felt like bliss to Jimin. The wet finger sliding up and down the outside of his hole while warm tingles were left in the wake of Jungkook’s mouth. It  pulled another lewd moan out Jimin’s bitten lips and Jungkook hummed against his back in pleasure.

“This feels so good…” sighed Jimin soaking in every touch.

“You feel so good to touch,” Jungkook murmured through the kissing. “You’re just so soft.”

Jungkook was clearly not in a rush, immediately setting him apart from every other hookup Jimin had. They were always quick to get him naked and fucked for as long as they could. Foreplay was rare. And when it happened it was brief. Just good enough to get Jimin prepped before they fucked him senseless.

And he liked it that way, for the most part. No need to waste anyone’s time. But the way Jungkook stoked his skin with his fingertips as he slipped a finger into Jimin’s hole lit his body up like a Christmas tree. His breath warm and sexy on Jimin’s neck with a moan he could feel in his back. It was addicting and they were just at the beginning.

“You’re so tight,” Jungkook whispered holding Jimin upright as he let a second finger slip into him. Jimin wanted to fall over it felt so unbelievable. Jungkook’s fingers gently brushed against Jimin’s prostate, whining as he head threw back in Jungkook’s shoulder.

“Holy fuck. This feels so…Mm, don’t make me come yet,” Jimin whined. His dick throbbing in the open air. “Please.”

Leaning his chest fully into Jimin’s back, Jungkook eased his hand down to stroke Jimin a few more times before caressing up his stomach and chest. Letting his fingers scissor Jimin open a little more as the whimpers from Jimin’s lips kept Jungkook hard.

“You sound so sexy,”  Jungkook breathed licking up the side of Jimin’s throat. “I could listen to you all day.”

“Mm, the way this is going, you might.” Sighed Jimin, his body trembling with each push of Jungkook’s fingers into his hole.

“Don’t tease me,” chuckled Jungkook.

“Says the man with his fingers in my ass.”

Jungkook smirked and  kissed Jimin’s neck deeper as he added another finger, stretching Jimin to the point of pain. But he had to embrace it, just for a short while to make sure Jungkook fit. He needed him to. It would be utterly disappointing if he didn’t. So Jimin groaned and took it as Jungkook’s fingers and kisses got harder to help ease the pressure.

All of that sucking along his neck Jungkook relished in the thought that it would leave marks. So when Jimin saw them he would never forget this night. Jungkook wasn’t.

“You’re doing so well baby,” Jungkook whispered feeling Jimin clench around his fingers. “Just relax. A little more and I’ll give you what you want.”

An strong exhale left Jimin and the pain started to subside a little. It had been so long since he’d done this, let alone with someone this big. But the kisses and gentle touches as Jungkook’s fingers moved in and out of him made it so much easier to handle.

“Kookie…please,” Jimin whimpered. The nickname slipping out of him with desperation.

Jungkook felt his chest go light hearing the name. He hadn’t heard it from anyone since he was a kid, and never with some in a sexual act. His dick twitched along Jimin’s ass cheek hearing it as he slipped his fingers out of him gently. A tiny slow whimper coming from those soft lips Jungkook could kiss all day. The way the we’re worshiping each other, he just might.

“Ready for me, Beautiful?” Jungkook asked, caressing a finger across Jimin’s perked nipple.

Trembling, Jimin nodded.

“Ok, on your back. I need to see that gorgeous face as I fuck you,” Jungkook ordered, released Jimin completely before slipping on the condom.

Moving slower Jimin’s ass was beyond sore but this was the moment Jimin was waiting for. To watch Jungkook fuck him to no end. He laid down against his pillows widening his legs to welcome Jungkook

Jungkook turned to see Jimin in the most appetizing position as soon as the condom was on. Legs open, hips tilted up, and his dick dripping against is gorgeously flat stomach. Jungkook climbed on the bed, unable to look anywhere else but into Jimin’s eyes. Big and almost begging.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Jungkook mentioned on his knees just between Jimin’s thighs. He gripped Jimin dick stroking him slow as he stroked himself before lining himself up with Jimin’s hole.

Moans poured of of Jimin with each stroke. “Mm, please. I need this. I need you.”

Jungkook wasn’t one for begging, but Jimin made it sexy. Hearing it Jungkook leaned over capturing Jimin’s pillowy lips just as he eased his length into him slow. Inch by inch he kissed Jimin passionately, taking all of Jimin’s whines and whimpers into his mouth until bottomed out. He was so tight. And gripping him like nobody ever had. If he moved he would come.

“Relax baby. You’re holding on too tight. I won’t last,” Jungkook pleaded at Jimin’s soft lips. “And I want to until the sun comes up.”

Jimin wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s neck and sighed. Trying to relax but the full feeling was too good. He never had been this full before. His walls were throbbing and it was too good. Jungkook’s hand stroking his dick slowly was too good. His body was quaking under Jungkook’s body and he hadn’t even moved yet.

“Relax…relax for me,” softly whispered Jungkook along Jimin’s ear. Before you knew it Jimin could. “Mm, just like that baby. So good.”

Sliding himself out just a little at a time before rolling himself back in Jungkook was completely lost in Jimin’s body. God, he was tight. But watching his gorgeous lips slightly open, blond hair laid back, and chest heaving with each thrust, Jungkook was under whatever spell Jimin had to have put on him.

Watching those moans and whines fall out his mouth was making Jungkook harder, wanting to thrust into Jimin shamelessly. He felt good but Jimin’s grip on his waist, strong, was telling how good this was feeling for him.

 Jungkook couldn’t breathe. He didn’t want to. Only a symphony of sighs, groans, and whines floated between them as Jungkook’s hips dipped deeper and sensually slow. He didn’t want this to end.

“You’re so big,” Jimin whimpered as Jungkook pressed Jimin’s legs up towards his shoulders to change the angle. A guttural groan making Jimin drip on his stomach, while Jungkook hit Jimin’s prostate dead on making him scream.

“Fuck!”

“Is that your spot baby?” breathed Jungkook hitting it again. Jimin fell into a mewling mess under him.

“Yes! Ohhh god…fuck me, yes,” Jimin’s voice quivered with each thrust from Jungkook’s hips. 

Picking up the pace on that spot Jungkook was slipping deeper down into the point of no return. His body was shaking and Jimin was getting louder. Jungkook was going to come any second, but not before Jimin.

Taking Jimin’s dick in his hand he worked his hips in tandem. Jimin arching into him so hard Jungkook throbbed inside.

“Ooo, you’re so good. Are you trying not to come?”

Jimin nodded drunkenly. His legs trembling under Jungkook’s hands as he folded him up. He didn’t want to come yet. He needed this to last as long as it possibly could. Because when it was over Jungkook would probably leave and he’d be alone again.

“Don’t hold back from me Jimin. Let go. Let me see you come baby,” Jungkook asked, stoking Jimin faster until he hand no choice.

But the request from him was more than enough from Jimin. Shooting hot white onto his chest with Jungkook’s name in a strained moan exploding from his throat. Seeing stars and black dots as Jungkook continued to thrust into him deliciously. 

“Ohhh, yes! Mmm, keep going,” Jimin hazily replied. The overstimulation was making him dizzy in the best way. 

“More?” Jungkook asked amazed with Jimin’s stamina.

Nodding tipsily. “Yes, more.”

Jungkook leaning down into his mouth sliding his tongue along his, grunting with pleasure as he bit Jimin’s bottom lip. He didn’t care if he had Jimin’s cum on his chest. Seeing the mess was driving that orgasm faster and faster as Jimin laid their blissed out. Mouth open and whining for more.

“Mmm, Jimin you’re so good. Fuck, I can’t get enough of you. I don’t want to stop.”

“Don’t stop. Fuck me. Harder, please,” Jimin requested.

Jungkook obliged thrilled by how much of a sex kitten Jimin was. It was always the shy ones. But Jimin’s duality was making Jungkook surrender every bit of himself to him.

 Pulling Jimin’s legs up together and high along Jungkook’s chest as his rolled his hips rougher, faster, Jimin squirmed with pleasure. The wet sound mixing with Jimin’s delicious cries, Jungkook was at his end. Spilling into the condom with hard thrusts and deep groans before pulling himself out, exhausted and high.

Falling back onto his legs Jungkook looked down at the full condom and exhaled. This was a record. And Jimin was everything.

Tying it up and tossing it in the garbage, he remembered the closest Jimin went into getting the linen. “Don’t move baby. Let me clean you up,” Jungkook said placing a soft kiss on Jimin’s forehead. His eyes were closed and he just nodded breathing soft in a euphoric state.

Wetting it with warm water, Jungkook wasn’t gone long with the washcloth. He carefully wiped Jimin’s chest leaving small kisses in its wake. Such beautiful smooth skin. Jungkook couldn’t find any imperfections.

Jimin giggled all the while. His body so tingly while his legs went through their spasms. That was best sex he might have ever had in his life. He was elated. Breathless. Jungkook was everything.

Jungkook wiped himself off and enveloped Jimin’s body into his on the bed. Their skin warm but comforting against each other. Jimin gently brushed his fingers through Jungkook’s silky hair that fell into his face. Jungkook’s heart skipping a beat. He didn’t want to move from this spot. Jimin against his chest breathing soft. Jungkook’s fingers gliding up and down Jimin’s back. So gentle. So soothing.

 More intimate than the both of them have been with anyone in a very long time.

“You were incredible,” Jimin sighed, eyes closed and sinking further into Jungkook. He didn’t know he could feel like that with someone. So taken care of and sexy.

Jungkook scoffed placing a kiss atop Jimin’s head. “No, you were. I really can’t get enough of you. That wasn’t just talk.”

A little embarrassed Jimin curled his face into Jungkook’s chest, while Jungkook just held him tighter. He never wanted to let go.

~

The sun was creeping though the window and Jimin yawned gently. But he wanted to stay awake. The night couldn’t end. Not yet. Not while this felt so good.

Cuddling like this felt like a gift. It didn’t happen much or feel like this. Unforced. Perfect. Like this was where they were supposed to be.

But Jimin yawned again and Jungkook caressed his cheek. “I think I did my job in helping you get sleepy again.

Pouting Jimin looked up at Jungkook’s smile. He didn’t want to forget it for a second. “I don’t want to fall asleep though.”

“Isn’t that why you called me over?” Jungkook teased a slow caress up Jimin’s hip.

“I also missed you…” Jimin confessed. He was certain Jungkook had to feel his heart racing.

It sounded silly to Jimin after he said it. How could he miss someone he barely knew? But it felt honest coming from his mouth. And laying there in Jungkook’s arms it felt more familiar than the first time.

Easing himself down and leaning over Jimin’s body again, Jungkook wrapped Jimin’s legs around his waist. Peering down into Jimin’s sweet eyes softly before leaning down to taste those abused lips tenderly.

“I missed you too,” Jungkook said. “More than I’m willing to admit.”

It was a confession between the two of them that undoubtedly said something more was there than just raw attraction. Now that they’ve had each other they could fully admit it. Curiosity as to who the other person really was welling in their bodies as passionately as lust.

“So what do we do about it?” Jimin asked, sliding his hands up and down Jungkook’s sides. A tiny grin at the corner of his mouth.

“Let me take you on a date. No pressure. Just maybe coffee?” Jungkook offered with a simple smile.

Jimin paused but looking up at Jungkook’s doe eyes he knew he had no real reason not to go. “Alright. That would be ok.”

“Cool.” Jungkook smiled that bunny grin. “You know, I’m completely whipped by you but I don’t even know your last name,” Jungkook chuckled, leaning in to kiss softly along Jimin’s neck, pleased that he said yes.

Jimin giggled. “It’s Park.” The kisses shooting tingles along Jimin’s spine. “What’s yours?”

“Jeon,” Jungkook replied, his kissing making Jimin stir underneath him.

Jimin rutted his crotch against Jungkook’s slowly making Jungkook groan softly with need. He was ready for more and so was Jimin.

“Nice to meet you again,” Jimin softly whimpered as Jungkook nibbled on his clavicle. Grabbing Jimin’s hips into his strong hands against his. The both of them getting harder for each other’s touch.

“Looking forward to getting to know you Park Jimin,” Jungkook breathed, gliding his tongue over a light red mark he left earlier.

Jimin didn’t know what was coming next. But meeting Jungkook not once but twice felt like he was being thrust upon him for a reason.

 One had to be to constantly give him the best orgasms of his life. The second he was excited to find out. But right now reason one was rushing up his body again as Jungkook unwrapped Jimin’s legs, kissing his body down further and further until Jimin’s length was in is mouth. A gasp mixed with a pleasured moan releasing from him.

“Fuck. Jeon Jungkook, you just might ruin me.” Jimin whined, running his fingers though the top of his head. “I’m looking forward to it.”

The end.