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Jimin is tipsy.
Actually, that may be a bit of an understatement from the way he wobbles on his way to the dancefloor of the club he was dragged to by Hoseok (Okay, maybe he wasn’t “Dragged” but he has to have somebody other than himself to blame for this predicament.)
A better word to use would be “hammered”.
The music is pounding loudly making the ground vibrate and Jimin can feel every beat in his chest, pulling him closer to the center of the crowd.
People brush and grind against him as he made his way through the crowd of dancing people and he giggles every time he almost trips over a foot and apologizes the few times somebody has to help steady him as he keeps wandering, his body tingling from all of the contact and it getting a bit harder to breathe the closer to the center of the dancefloor he gets. Yet there is still no sign of Hoseok.
Images of his enraged girlfriend begins to filter through his head and he hopes that isn’t what he’s going to have to deal with when he gets home later than he originally thought. He hopes even though he knows he has broken all of the promises he made before he left for the club, the number one promise being not to drink.
His vision is blurring and he can barely see where he is going in the dark club but he tries anyways, focusing on the beat of the song playing and what Hoseok’s face looks like because for the love of god he can’t remember.
He guesses that it’s around two in the morning and they had gotten there around 11:45, Jimin immediately making a bee-line for the bar and Hoseok doing the exact same with the closest group of girls. The two have two completely different ways of coping with the same problems.
Jimin’s girlfriend had been pulling away from him lately, avoiding touches and now avoiding conversations completely and Jimin finds that alcohol works the best to let him forget about it. Or it would if his girlfriend let alcohol around the house. So instead he’s stuck going to places like this just to be able to forget about his failing love life.
Hoseok has a different way of dealing with things, that being sex. Jimin isn’t exactly against Hoseok’s method for dealing with his recent break-up with his long-term girlfriend but he does think there would be a better way to deal with it rationally. Not that he has much room to talk since he was just drowning himself in vodka not even five minutes ago but he doesn’t want to see his friend falling into the pit of despair that the breakup has brought along with it.
Lost in thought, Jimin makes it to the back of the club without realizing it. Tabels are pushed towards the walls and a few people linger around them, drinks in hand and chatting with their friends. He takes a seat at the nearest empty table. Or at least he tries, he ends up falling to the floor next to the stool before trying again and succeeding this time with guidance from his hands.
He watches the crowd as it seems to move together to the music, his eyes searching for Hoseok but all he can see are couples grinding together seductively and he swears that he sees a pair having sex but he looks away from there, hoping that one of them wasn’t hoseok but he was pretty sure it was two girls anyways.
Jimin gives up on scanning the crowd for Hoseok and just looks at the other people, his eyes wandering over bodies and making a list of people in his head ranked most attractive to least attractive, a game he and his friends used to play before Namjoon and Jin turned into an old married couple (without the marriage).
At the very bottom of the list was a girl who looked to be wearing see-through clothing, her boobs pressed up and her underwear showing every time she bends over. It’s not that he doesn’t think the girl is attractive, she’s okay in his opinion but it’s more about the way she presents herself, how she acts so desperate just for somebody to look at her. He isn’t one for desperate.
At the top of the list though is a man which is a bit surprising to Jimin but there was something about the way the man’s pale skin glistened under the rave lights and the way the man moved his hips (come on, that should be illegal) that makes him number one.
After a moment of watching the man’s body as he dances, surrounded by women, Jimin finally looks up to attempt to focus on the man’s face just to see that the man was staring right at him, his eyes slowly roaming down Jimin’s body and making Jimin’s skin burn. Their eyes connect and Jimin swears he feels a pull in his stomach towards the man.
And being a) unable to find Hoseok and b) Too drunk to really care, Jimin hops down from the stool (being careful not to fall on his face. That is definitely not how you seem attractive) and makes his way to the man, apologizing as he bumps into somebody on the way but they’re forgotten as soon as he makes it to the man who accepts him immediately, pressing their bodies closely together. Jimin lets his hands rest on the man’s hips as the girls that were surrounding the man start to dissipate with complaints of “the hot ones always being gay” but neither he or the man notice because all Jimin cares about is the way the man’s mint hair sticks to his forehead and the way his pale skin looks under the lights of the club.
If any of you were wondering what the man looks like, he looks gorgeous, with a smirk on his face and his eyes focused on nothing but Jimin. His minty colored hair was sticking to his forehead with sweat and his face seemed to be getting closer with every passing beat of the song until their breaths were mingling and Jimin was becoming highly impatient.
Their bodies are rubbing together and Jimin wishes the man would just finally kiss him. So he decides to speed up the process but misses completely,ending up kissing the man’s cheek instead and he pulls back, laughing. The man chuckles along with him, the sound seeming to be louder than the pounding bass of the club and Jimin decides he likes the sound a lot.
After he calms down he stops and notices that the man had been waiting for him, the smallest smile on his face. As soon as their eyes connect the man moves forward, capturing Jimin’s lips in a heated kiss. The kiss was rough, teeth clashing and tongues practically battling but Jimin takes it as a win when the man moans and pulls Jimin closer, grinding his hips against the orange haired man’s.
They were tugging at clothes, clawing at skin, nothing but open mouths, clashing teeth and moans as they grind shamelessly against each other. Jimin grabs at the other’s ass grinding against him until he feels the other’s dick under the skinny jeans that he’s wearing, half-hard and deliciously pressed against Jimin’s thigh. It wasn’t until he heard somebody yell something along the lines of “Get a room!” That the other man pulls back, breathing heavily, his forehead pressed against Jimin’s.
“My place.” Is the only thing the man says before Jimin is being pulled away, fingers linked with his. The man presses through the crowd and Jimin swears he hears muttering around him as they go but he could care less because the man was tightening his grip on Jimin’s hand and all Jimin could think about was the man doing the same thing with his dick.
Just as they’re breaking through the crowd and towards the entrance, Jimin spots Hoseok along the outskirts of the dance floor where he was waving at Jimin, probably wanting him to come over but Jimin just shakes his head and just barely sees the knowing look on Hoseok’s face as the crowd forms around him and blocks Jimin’s view.
So instead of focusing on Hoseok, Jimin takes a couple larger steps (almost stepping on the back of the man’s shoes) and removes his hand from the man’s who looks at him confusedly before Jimin puts his hand in the man’s back pocket a bit possessively.
The man turns away and continues to lead Jimin out of the club and down the street a couple blocks. Jimin struggles to keep up considering that his dick is half-hard and it’s a bit uncomfortable to walk but he doesn’t dare fall behind, afraid that if he does he’ll lose the man and the last thing he wants is to have to go back to the club and specifically go back home.
The man begins to walk slower as they near a tall and fancy looking building made completely of what looks like windows and a man in uniform standing in front of the building. Jimin doesn’t know why he isn’t surprised when the man stops and waits for the uniformed person to open the door with a small greeting of “Welcome back, Mr. Min.”
The man, Min, doesn’t respond but Jimin is sure to give a large smile as they pass which seems to surprise the man in uniform. Jimin wonders if he is so used to being ignored all the time that he was actually surprised that Jimin smiled at him or if he was just surprised to see Jimin’s hand still in the back pocket of “Min’s” pants.
“Min” leads Jimin to the elevator where he presses the button a bit impatiently which Jimin finds amusing but he doesn’t say anything about it. The wait for the elevator takes forever, Jimin notes and as the doors open, the one person that was inside bustles out quickly before the man is dragging Jimin into the elevator and pressing the button with the number “7” on it.
As soon as the doors are closed, “Min” is on him again, mouths pressed together sloppily and Jimin presses the man back until he is pinned against the wall of the elevator.
Jimin moves his other hand to match the one already on the man’s butt and pulls him upwards, grinding against him. The man takes the hint and wraps his legs around Jimin’s waist, their lips still connected.
The elevator dings with every passing floor but all Jimin can pay attention to is the way the man’s lips feel against his and the way their bodies melt together effortlessly, as if they were meant to be together. Jimin almost laughs at the thought. This is just a simple fuck, he reminds himself, but something in his chest burns at the thought.
The man pulls away from Jimin’s lips to trail open-mouthed kisses down his jaw and neck until he reaches the place where Jimin’s neck meets his shoulder. He bites down hard and Jimin moans loudly, moving his head to the side to make room for the man to do whatever he wants which is apparently sucking at the place he had just bitten before kissing back up his neck and connecting their lips again.
Jimin is breathing heavily now, wishing that the elevator would just hurry up but it’s 5 floors away…
4 floors…
3…
And as the elevator dings for two floors away, the man releases Jimin’s lips and unwraps himself from Jimin who takes the hint and backs away, making sure the man is steady first though despite the fact that he is barely steady himself.
They stand, staring at the elevator doors until they open, their hair probably messed up to hell and back and their clothes rumpled not that many people will notice at 2 in the morning. The man takes Jimin’s hand again as the door opens, linking their fingers together and dragging him down the hall. Room 720. Jimin stores the bit of information in the back of his head, just in case.
The man swipes a keycard and the door clicks open. The next thing Jimin knows is he’s being pulled in roughly by the collar of his shirt and pressed against the wall next to the door as it clicks closed again, the man is grinning ferally at him, his lips centimeters away and closing in fast.
Jimin somehow feels like the man is about it kill him but he isn’t sure he cares at this point as long as the man just kisses him again. His eyes close in anticipation for the man’s lips but they never reach his and he opens his eyes to see the man close enough where their breaths were mixing together and he could smell the alcohol on the others breath as the man smirks.
‘Oh god… Kill me…’ Jimin thinks to himself. The man bumps the side of his nose against Jimin’s lightly and it feels oddly personal, oddly loving for a one-night stand.
Jimin tries to close the distance but the man backs away the closer Jimin gets so the smallest distance between the two stays. Jimin groans. The man bumps his nose against Jimin’s again and pulls away completely, turning around and walking away from the door and further into the apartment. “Shoes off.” He calls behind him and Jimin does as he’s told, desperate to feel the man beneath him again.
Once his shoes are off (which takes longer than it probably should have since he’s still pretty drunk) he wobbles in the direction of the other man who seems to have disappeared into a bedroom. The man is sitting on the bed with a look on his face that says ‘took you long enough’ and Jimin swears this is going to be the best night of his life.
He stumbles to the man and practically falls on him before smashing his lips to the others roughly, just wanting to feel them against his again, wanting to feel the warmth. The man chuckles as they fall backwards but complies to the kiss, opening his mouth for Jimin when he licks at the seam of the man’s lips.. Jimin’s tongue licks at the roof of his mouth teasingly and the man makes a sound in the back of his throat impatiently.
Jimin finds the noise amusing but doesn’t try to tease him any more mostly because he is impatient himself. Their tongues meet hotly and Jimin repositions himself so that he’s straddling the man’s hips, their dicks rubbing together just the slightest bit.
Jimin decides he wants more of that feeling and he grinds his hips down again, reveling in the feeling of electricity that seems to shoot through his body. The man below him breaks away from the kiss, panting lightly and staring at Jimin, his pupils blown and his lips pulled into a smirk. Jimin wonders if the man ever does anything but smirk. He finds that he doesn’t really care just as long as the man is looking at him the way he is now, lust-filled eyes and flushed cheeks.
Jimin impatiently grinds his hips down again, a small moan escaping his throat without his permission.
“Yoongi.” The man says and Jimin pauses, confused. The man mutters something in the back of his throat in complaint, pushing his hips upwards against Jimin’s “Yoongi.” The man repeats. “I thought you might want to know the name you will be screaming tonight.” The man’s-Yoongi’s- voice is low and sends a shiver through Jimin’s body.
Jimin fights the urge to laugh because for some reason knowing the man’s name makes things so much more personal, because he knows he shouldn’t be doing this right now, not while his girlfriend is sitting at home, waiting for him. He can’t find it in himself to care about his girlfriend though when Yoongi is moving his hips to meet his and the softest of sounds is coming out of the other’s chest.
Yoongi is running his hands under his shirt, scratching the skin lightly as he goes and it’s driving Jimin mad.
“Jimin.” He replies and Yoongi hums, pressing his lips sloppily against Jimin’s neck, his fingers still moving against Jimin’s skin..
“Jimin…” Yoongi says quietly, trying the name out on his lips, causing the orange haired man to shiver again. Yoongi likes the feeling and whispers his name against his skin again and again until Jimin gets tired of hearing it.
He moves his hands to pull at Yoongi’s hair and tugs his head back, smashing their lips together again. He pulls at his hair again before moving his hands down and to the hem of the others shirt, lifting it up and off of Yoongi who groans in frustration when their lips have to break apart for a second to remove it.
Yoongi’s body is hot under Jimin’s fingers as he runs them across the mint haired boy’s chest slowly, teasingly. Yoongi’s hands are busy fighting with the button on Jimin’s pants when Jimin brushes his fingers against the older man’s nipples lightly and Yoongi’s hands stop, a moan erupting from his lips as he presses his head against Jimin’s shoulder.
Jimin wants desperately to do it again but refrains, moving his hands down to Yoongi’s belt, unbuckling it and tossing it over his shoulder before undoing his pants impatiently.
“Unfair...” Yoongi pants, causing Jimin to stop. He moves his hands back up to Yoongi’s hips, nipping at his shoulder lightly with a small hum, telling him to continue talking.
“I’m naked and-ah- you’re not. Fix that.” Yoongi says, his words interrupted when Jimin bites down a bit rougher on his collar bone. Jimin complies to the command after leaving a small kiss on the mint-haired boys cheek. Once again, he gets the thought that things are getting too personal, too romantic, especially when this is supposed to be a simple fuck. Jimin ignores the feeling that grows in his chest at the thought.
Instead of dwelling on it, Jimin removes himself from Yoongi and stands in front of the man. He strips his clothes slowly, being sure to rub his hands down his own chest and down to his pants, feeling a bit silly since Yoongi isn’t even watching him as the older man takes his own pants and boxers off.
As soon as Yoongi tosses his remaining clothing articles away, he look at Jimin, his breath hitching in his throat at the sight of the orange haired man playing playing with the button on his jeans slightly before removing them slowly, his boxers coming off as well.
Jimin just barely hears the hitch in Yoongi’s breath and the almost pained look on the man’s face as he doesn’t come back to the bed as soon as his pants are off. Instead, Jimin stands there, staring at Yoongi, his eyes mischievous and Yoongi doesn’t like it, not one bit. He uses his finger to motion Jimin closer but he simply remains standing, smirk growing on his face as he trails his hand down his chest lightly, fingers spread.
Yoongi watches raptly as Jimin’s finger travel lower and lower until they wrap around his dick. The orange haired man lets out the softest of moans and closes his eyes, slowly pumping himself and Yoongi can’t take his eyes away. Not when Jimin was becoming undone in front of him, his eyes closed and his head tilted back in ecstasy, not when he moans louder than before, the sound echoing through the room.
Jimin moves head forward again and lock eyes with Yoongi, his hand still stroking his length. A breathy moan releases itself from Jimin’s throat and it takes a moment for Yoongi to realize that the moan was a word. It takes him another moment to realize that the word was his name, falling off the man’s lips blissfully.
Yoongi’s resolve breaks then and he’s up and pushing Jimin on the bed roughly not even five seconds later, straddling his hips and grinding down. Jimin doesn’t even have time to blink before Yoongi’s lips are attacking his chest viciously, sucking hard, his teeth grazing the skin.
Jimin lets out a string of curses at the contact starting with “Hell” and ending with “Fuck”. Yoongi chuckles against his chest.
“We can do that…” The mint haired man mutters, hips rocking against Jimin’s and his breath coming out in deep pants. Jimin nods lamely and Yoongi just leans down and kisses him heatedly, their teeth clashing slightly painfully and their tongues rubbing together. Yoongi pulls away from the kiss a bit reluctantly with a small smile and Jimin finds himself smiling back. Yoongi leans to the side and opens the drawer of the nightstand, pulls something out and recenters himself, not bothering to close the drawer again.
He kisses Jimin long and slow, tongue grazing his lower lips as he opens the lube and coats his fingers before closing the lube and setting it aside, not wanting to toss it too far away. He licks at the top of Jimins mouth, distracting himself as he reaches behind himself and slowly slides a finger inside of himself.
He breaks away from the kiss as he gets used to the feeling and once the mild discomfort disappears, he begins to move out slowly then back in, a groan on his lips. Once he thinks he’s ready, he puts a second finger in, then a third, fingering himself. Jimin kisses at his neck and chest lightly as Yoongi pushes his fingers into himself deeper, practically fucking himself.
He bucks lightly and lets out a small curse as he brushes against his sweet spot. Jimin groans underneath from the movement and grabs Yoongi’s hips as he grinds upwards needily. Yoongi presses against the spot again and presses back farther on his fingers.
“Fuck, Yoongi… Please...” Jimin moans and Yoongi pulls his fingers away reluctantly before grabbing the lube again. He puts some on his hand before grabbing Jimin’s cock and stroking lightly, teasingly. Jimin bucks up into his hands at the contact and Yoongi smirks, stroking a few more times before removing his hand completely.
Jimin almost complains at the loss until Yoongi moves so he is hovering over Jimin’s dick, his face flushed and eyes dark. He takes ahold of Jimin’s cock with one last glance at the orange haired boy before he slowly lowers himself onto Jimin, one hand laid across the chest in front of for balance.
Jimin’s breath is coming out in pants and he wants so desperately to be able to move but he remains still, rubbing circles into Yoongi’s hips instead. It takes about 10 minutes for anything for any movement to take place. Okay, maybe not 10 minutes. More like 10 seconds, but Jimin is very impatient so it felt like forever.
Jimin’s breath catches in his throat when Yoongi shifts the slightest bit, the smallest noise erupting from the mint haired boy’s throat. Jimin doesn’t notice as his fingers stop rubbing circles and dig into Yoongi’s hips instead but Yoongi does and he groans from the strange mixture of pleasure and pain that comes with the bruising grip.
Instead of moving again, Yoongi just speaks, his voice a little raspy and low. “Fuck me.” He says and that’s exactly what Jimin does, finally bucking his hips upwards with a needy moan.
Jimin watches as Yoongi’s face changes from a smirk to a look of ecstasy, his pupils blown and his mouth hanging open. His head rolls to the side as Jimin pounds into him relentlessly, delicious moans escaping the mint-haired man’s lips.
“Right there… Ah, fucking shit, Jimin right there…” Jimin follows Yoongi’s orders, angling his hips as he pulls Yoongi down on his length the exact same time he bucks up, hitting the small bundle of nerves in Yoongi.
Jimin barely notices the way that Yoongi begins to scratch at Jimin’s chest leaving red marks behind. His moans were becoming louder with every thrust until Yoongi was practically screaming, his voice raspy and the best thing Jimin has ever heard.
“Shit, Jimin… So close… Please.” Yoongi moans, his voice raising with every passing word and his breath coming out in small gasps every time Jimin thrusts upwards.
Taking that as a hint, Jimin moves one of his hands from where it was gripping Yoongi’s hip to the man’s dick where he pumps in time with his thrusts, eyes watching the older man’s face as he moans out Jimin’s name over and over like a mantra.
“Come for me, baby. Show me how good my cock feels filling you up.” Jimin’s voice is growly and coming out between short breaths.
“Fuck I’m gonna…” And with one last pump of Jimin’s hand, Yoongi comes, thick white ropes spilling onto Jimin’s hand and stomach. Yoongi’s entire body tenses, his face contorting beautifully and it only takes Jimin one, two, three more thrusts before he’s coming too, white flashing behind his eyes and Yoongi’s name spilling from his lips.
Yoongi collapsed unceremoniously on the bed next to Jimin, his breaths coming out in pants. Jimin’s breath was doing the same, his mind hazy but even through the haze though, he reaches out and pulls Yoongi closer until they were fit together perfectly. Jimin likes the way Yoongi radiates heat and the way his skin feels against Jimin’s. It’s different than with his girlfriend where he’s usually the one supplying heat, where his girlfriend’s skin is soft and it feels like he could break her at any moment, Yoongi felt like a rock, like something he could hold on to forever and be safe. He wanted nothing more than to do that for the rest of his life.
“Mmm… We’re all gross… And I hate cuddling...” Yoongi groans as Jimin slots their legs together and presses his face into Yoongi’s hair.
Jimin inhales and finds himself grinning, liking the smokey smell of Yoongi. “‘Don’t care, just cuddle with me or I’ll cry…” Jimin replies sloppily, tightening his grip on the man despite not being strong enough to actually hold the man down if he tried.
There was grumbling that sounded something like “Fine but you owe me…” And Jimin smirks at that, despite the fact that Jimin knows they probably will never see each other again. The thought brings a pang of something through his chest. He isn’t sure what the feeling is but he knows that he doesn’t like it one bit. It feels like guilt but with more bitterness and pain.
He pushed the thought from his mind though and lets his eyes slip closed slowly, comfortably. It takes barely any time for his consciousness to slip away and sleep to take over his brain. He could vaguely hear as Yoongi whispered something to him.
“Let’s do this again some time…”