Archive of Our Own

Espresso — Sabrina Carpenter
Feather — Sabrina Carpenter


.Just another half hour!” Hoseok promised for the seventh time that evening, scanning the crowd“

Jimin rolled his eyes. His friend really didn’t need to keep repeating it. Park knew that despite his annoyed face, Hobi wouldn't budge until he spotted Yoongi—the exact reason Hoseok had dragged both of their asses out here in the first place.

Well, okay, the blonde wasn't at the spring fair just for Jung. He was also keeping an eye on his little sister, who was currently stationed in the kissing booth right behind him.

Wonyoung had spent two hours twirling in front of the mirror and, in Park's opinion, had chosen a dress way too short, fully aware she’d be swapping spit with too many guys tonight. Jimin’s only comfort was that his sister could hold her own, and the fact that tickets weren't being sold to anyone over twenty.

“I want bubble tea,” Jimin muttered a few minutes later, looking around out of sheer boredom. “Want a snack?”

“You’re not going anywhere!” Hoseok protested, immediately grabbing his friend’s shoulder. “I need moral support, and you’re trying to bail.”

“It’s literally a couple of yards away,” Park rolled his eyes, waving his right hand toward the small refreshment island. “And why do you even need moral support? You’re just staring into space!”

Hobi pouted indignantly.

“He promised he’d come with his friends! In a shiny, dark green Peugeot,” his friend finished, wiggling his eyebrows. Honestly, Jimin was not impressed. Or maybe he was just sick of listening to daily, starstruck rants about Yoongi.

Min fucking Yoongi. A freshman at the local college who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. A collector of vintage 90s cars gifted by his rich daddy.

And of all people, Hoseok just had to fall in love—as he claimed—with this emotionless jerk.

“Which of the above is supposed to stop me from getting bubble tea and snacks?” Park cocked his right eyebrow.

“You’re just looking for an excuse to ditch me,” his friend crossed his arms over his chest, but couldn’t hold Jimin's gaze for long, instantly turning his attention back to the park entrance.

The blonde snorted, then stood up from the bench, adjusting the blue jeans that hugged his hips perfectly. Wonyoung had forced him to wear this exact pair, topping the look off with a white t-shirt and white sneakers. She said it made his ass look way more appetizing.

As if Jimin was planning on picking anyone up tonight. No way. He was still completely done with the hookup from last week. It had been messy and totally unpleasant.

Park shook his head, trying to brush off the memory.

“Anyway, I won’t go far. I’m still keeping an eye on Wonyoung.”

“I’m giving you five minutes,” the older boy threatened, which Jimin shamelessly ignored as he headed toward the drink and snack stand.

Don't get Jimin wrong. He’s a great friend! But even the best of friends start losing their minds when they have to listen to love poems about guys they’ve never even spoken to in person.

He’d only seen Yoongi a handful of times, from a safe distance, always surrounded by girls begging Min for a picture with his car or a ride in it. After all that, Park got the impression that the brief texting dynamic with Hoseok was just a game to the older guy.

Jimin had never once seen Yoongi with a guy, and yet here they were...

“Bubble tea, please,” Park said to the young guy behind the counter as he approached.

“What flavor?” Soobin asked. At least, that's what his name tag said. Jimin wasn't old enough to forget the name of Wonyoung’s classmate just yet.

“Mocha coffee, please,” Park smiled softly, not wanting to ruin the kid's mood with his sour face.

He didn’t want to go back to Hoseok, especially now that he’d turned around and noticed the one and only Min Yoongi approaching his friend, flanked by two other guys.

Jimin had been the third wheel before, and he had zero desire to deal with that again.

“Oh, crap!” the blonde heard from behind him. Before turning around, he braced himself for his drink being spilled, ruined, or something, but...

“What’s wrong?” Park frowned, looking at Soobin. The guy was holding the finished drink out over the counter, but his eyes were glued to a completely different direction.

Following his gaze, Jimin raised his eyebrows in absolute disbelief at the scene unfolding before him.

Pushing through the crowd of guys and girls, Yeonjun—Wonyoung’s boyfriend—was stomping toward his girl on the small stage. He was clearly about to cause a scene, because his girlfriend hadn’t bothered to warn her partner that she’d be participating in a charity event, kissing people left and right for an hour straight.

“This is gonna be fun,” Park snorted, fishing a crumpled bill out of his front jeans pocket. “Keep the change.”

Flicking a hand at Soobin, who was busy fumbling with change, Jimin grabbed his drink and headed toward the kissing booth, piercing the plastic seal of the cup with his straw on the go.

By this time, Yeonjun had made it onto the stage and approached Wonyoung, his hands flailing wildly in the middle of an emotional speech. Jimin remained calm, knowing the kid wouldn't actually hurt his sister, but he didn't want to wander off too far, keeping an eye on the situation from his makeshift cover behind a small tree.

After a minute of arguing and heavy sighs from the line waiting for their long-anticipated kiss, Park finished his drink and walked over to the trash can to toss the empty cup. Pulling his lip oil out of his pocket, the blonde moisturized his lips and suddenly froze. His sister's face had gone completely flush. Her furrowed forehead and knit brows didn't look good.

She was about to cry.

Immediately shoving the lip oil back into his pocket, Jimin walked up to the back of the kissing booth just as his sister dove behind the curtain.

“What’s wrong?” Jimin asked, catching Wonyoung by the shoulders.

“Oppa,” the girl whined, pouting. “Did you tell him where I’d be tonight?”

“Look, you annoy me a lot,” Jimin began, “but not that much...”

“Then who did it?”

“I’m guessing one of your girlfriends. You know how jealous they get...”

Jimin hated it when Wonyoung cut him off, but this time he wasn't going to make a scene about it, seeing just how incredibly pissed his sister actually was.

“I’m gonna kill her!” she snapped, breaking away from her brother's grip.

Park took a step back, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I hope you plan on doing that after you kiss, like...” the blonde peeked out from behind the curtain and let out a quiet whistle before continuing, “about thirty more people? I can see some girls out there looking impatient, and the guys...”

“Oppa!” Wonyoung stamped her foot, forcing her brother to look at her. “I can’t go back out there! Yeonjun is furious, and I’m about to murder my best friend.”

“I think the 'best friend' title needs a serious review,” Jimin chuckled, shoving his hands into his front pockets. “Who are you going to call to take your place? Nayeon?”

The girl shook her head.

“Nayeon won’t do it, she’s way too squeamish. Damn it! This money is really important! We promised the shelter that...”

His sister suddenly went quiet, and Jimin unexpectedly found himself reading her mind. Or maybe he just knew the exact meaning of every single emotion flitting across her face.

“Don’t even think about it!” Park pointed an index finger at her. “I came here to watch over you and check out Hoseok’s awkward flirting. Swapping spit with strangers was not on my schedule!”

“It’s only thirty people!” Wonyoung pleaded.

“No,” Jimin shook his head, backing away.

“If you don't do it, I'm telling Mom and Dad that you're screwing some new stranger on the living room couch every single weekend!” she threatened.

“You... It is not every weekend!”

“You’re not doing it in your own room, so I don’t give a crap about the exact count...”

Park snorted, unable to believe his ears.

Alright, to be fair, Wonyoung really did cover for her brother a lot. Like when he’d mess around with some guy in the living room because he didn't want a stranger in his own bed. Yeah, Jimin was a little weird like that. She covered for his late-night escapades and the days he was too wasted to walk home on his own two feet.

If she told their parents all of that, he could kiss his allowance and the brand-new car his dad promised him at the end of the school year goodbye. And he really needed that car, with college and adult life right around the corner.

“I’m gonna throw up,” Park said after a brief mental debate.

“I have spray,” Wonyoung fished a small bottle of breath spray out of the tiny purse hanging from her shoulder. “Open up.”

“I can do it myself,” Jimin rolled his eyes, snatching the little bottle from his sister’s hands.

Wonyoung clasped her hands together, watching her brother push the curtain aside and take a seat on the chair. Pumping her fists in the air, she whispered a quiet, “Good luck!”

And then she vanished.

Park didn't feel nervous; he was just flat-out annoyed. The only saving grace was that on the small stage with two chairs, the one Jimin was sitting on was blocked by a tall curtain.

People had no idea a guy was sitting behind it now.

Park wondered how many guys would riot and ask for a refund on their tickets.

“Oh, okay,” he heard a female voice and immediately looked up from the floor, locking eyes with a pretty-looking girl.

Hesitantly sitting on the chair opposite Jimin, the stranger nervously folded her ticket into a tiny square, afraid to look up.

Jimin didn't want to drag this out.

“Are you ready?” the blonde asked gently, leaning forward, receiving a timid nod in response.

Well, it looked like he was her first.

The kiss was wet, and their teeth bumped way too much, making Park involuntarily recall that messy sex from last week. Did he seriously just get a virgin for his first turn?

Right after the girl, a guy stepped up to the stage and instantly froze. Park wasn't surprised when the boy changed his mind, walking back down with flushed cheeks.

Jimin wasn't surprised by the rising whispers and the few rejections that followed either. But to his great surprise, there were still a couple of brave souls, and they weren't half bad compared to the girls who had kissed him.

Park felt a little smug when one of them asked for his number, but his ego deflated the second the next guy stepped onto the stage.

He was tall and pretty... handsome?

He approached with a crooked smirk on his face and a casual, arrogant saunter that made Jimin feel a little sick to his stomach. He hated fuckboys, and this guy looked and acted exactly like one.

“Well, this is a surprise,” the stranger chuckled, taking a seat on the chair opposite him. “They said it was gonna be a girl.”

“You still have a chance to leave,” Jimin replied evenly, instinctively leaning back as the stranger leaned in.

The guy snorted.

“I’m perfectly fine with this.”

“Let’s get to it then,” Jimin muttered, pulling himself together.

Leaning forward—finding himself awkwardly lower than his kissing partner for the first time in the last ten minutes—Jimin looked at the guy's lips and let out a barely noticeable frown.

Why did such pretty lips have to belong to such a repulsive owner?

“Don’t rush, baby. Otherwise, I’ll think you’re impat—”

Alright, Jimin couldn't think of anything better than shutting the stranger up with a kiss. At least the sooner he started, the faster it would be over.

But the blonde hadn't expected two things:

Despite the typical fuckboy look and his built-in programming for dirty talk, the kiss turned out to be incredibly slow and gentle.

Even though the stranger placed a hand on the back of his head, pulling Jimin closer and deepening the kiss, the dynamic didn't change. It was still vanilla-sweet.

At one point, goosebumps ran down Jimin's spine as the stranger's fingers shifted through the hair at the nape of his neck. To finish, catching Jimin's bottom lip with his teeth, the guy gave the soft flesh a gentle suck before letting go and pulling away.

Well, it wasn’t all that bad.

“Oh,” the guy breathed out softly, and his gaze struck Jimin as slightly unfocused.

“What? Did I just become your gay awakening?” the blonde snorted playfully, which was immediately met with a smirk and a slight squint.

Okay, that's actually kind of cute, Jimin decided. Very cute.

It was as if Jimin had intrigued him.

“Can I get your number?” the guy tried.

“No,” Jimin shot back instantly, leaning against the back of his chair and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Why?” the stranger asked, lifting his eyebrows in surprise.

“I only give my number to guys with big dicks.”

Well, that usually offended most people who hit on Jimin. Well, not most people. Pretty much everyone.

But why was this stranger smiling?

“Next!” someone shouted impatiently from behind the handsome guy’s back.

To Jimin’s great surprise, the guy didn't push it. As if accepting the rejection—which was completely out of character for guys like him—the stranger stood up from the chair, adjusting his jeans at his hips.

He did that on purpose. Jimin fucking knew it! Which was exactly why Park didn't drop his gaze to the movement of those hands, choosing instead to stare at that pretty face.

He only looked away when someone behind the stranger started impatiently tapping the thick heel of a Bratz-style platform pump against the floor.

The remaining twenty minutes dragged on much slower, and the only saving grace was that ticket sales had stopped the moment Wonyoung vacated her throne.

Speaking of her.

Diving behind the curtain once the line finally ended, the first thing Jimin did was pull his phone out of his pocket and check his messages for any potential cries for help. To his surprise, the screen was blank, meaning the fight with Yeonjun had been resolved without any bloodshed.

Jimin wasn't surprised to find Hoseok missing from the spot where he’d left him. Instead, two guys were standing there with their backs turned to him, and Jimin could swear one of them was the stranger from the kissing booth.

He remembered that tight, grey-jeans-clad ass and the wavy, shoulder-length hair all too well.

Clicking his tongue, Jimin checked the time on his phone and noticed a notification for a new message from Hoseok:

Ho-bi-bi: 💪🏻😛🤤👌🏻🍆🔥🔞

“Very informative,” the blonde snorted, locking the screen.

Shoving his phone back into his pocket, Park looked around for his friend and concluded that Jung was having a good enough time without him.

Well, Jimin needed to head home.


🔥

Hoseok only showed up the next afternoon, stretching a five-minute call into a full forty minutes, making sure to mention that besides kissing Min Yoongi while sitting on his lap, Hobi had also managed to meet the older guy’s friends—Jeongguk and Taehyung.

“By the way,” Hoseok muttered, continuing to chew on a lettuce leaf, “Jeongguk was asking for your number.”

“I hope you didn't give my phone number to a guy I haven’t even seen face-to-face?”

“He said he was at the kissing booth. Said he kissed a really cute, really bratty blonde. It sounded believable, so now I just need your confirmation.”

“Do you even know how many guys I kissed yesterday?” Jimin grimaced. “Be specific.”

“Uh... Tall, broad-supported, big eyes, big nose...”

Jimin rolled his eyes.

“Still doesn’t ring a bell...”

“His lips...”

“Why the hell were you staring at his lips?” Jimin asked, incredulous.

“His lips,” Jung hissed, annoyed at having his train of thought cut off, “are shaped like a Cupid’s bow.”

Ding!

Pretty lips and a repulsive owner.

“The fuckboy!” Jimin remembered, pumping his fist in the air.

“The fuck-what?”

“Don’t act like a Neanderthal. You know what a fuckboy is,” Jimin rolled onto his back, lying on the bed and staring out the window.

“I mean, I know, but Jeongguk... Huh, weird,” the older boy mused, but Jimin didn't pay it any mind. The blonde was already making plans for the rest of the day, his lips turning into a pout at the mere thought of tomorrow being Monday—which meant going to school. “Anyway, he likes you.”

“Good for him,” Jimin popped a bubble of pink gum and immediately snapped it before continuing, “But I’m only interested in big dicks. You know that.”

“Look,” the older boy groaned, clearly scraping his body off a soft surface to stand up straight, “I’d tell you to lower your standards, but since this concerns your particular anatomy...”

Jimin frowned.

“We need to end this conversation right now.”

The last time Jimin had discussed his issue—about not feeling fulfilled enough by average sizes and searching for something bigger—Hoseok had gotten so intensely curious that he was practically ready to shove his own dick into his best friend just to test the theory.

“Uh, right,” Jung muttered awkwardly. A memory of Jimin’s thoroughly shocked face must have flashed before his eyes. “See you tomorrow?”

“Sure,” Jimin snorted.

The moment the call ended, Jimin stretched out on the bed and checked the time.

Past four in the afternoon.

Wasting no time, the blonde grabbed clean underwear and a towel from his drawer and headed to the bathroom. His absolute favorite ritual was filling the tub with hot water, tossing in a couple of bath bombs, and blasting music he could contentedly tap his foot to underwater.

Wonyoung called him the 'Bubble Princess' because her brother spent an absurd amount of time soaking in hot baths. However, it wasn't just about enjoying the warmth enveloping his body; it was about the moments he wanted to unwind.

Which was exactly why Jimin’s hand began to wander down his own skin, sliding down to his semi-hard length, his thumb gently tracing the slick head.

“Ah,” Jimin let out a sigh, squeezing his eyes shut.

Over the next few seconds, he regretted a thousand times over that he hadn’t brought a dildo with him, aching to be filled to the brim. So, he had to settle for a slow stroke, unexpectedly picturing those exact Cupid’s-bow lips wrapped around the pink head of his dick.

So beautiful and wet.

Jimin clearly had a thing for lips.

Coming a couple of minutes later with a quiet sigh, Jimin grimaced into the silence and realized his relaxation session was over.

He spent the next twenty minutes drying off—making sure to apply a sweet, honey-scented baby lotion—blow-drying his hair, and slipping into a pair of grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt.

Feeling refreshed, Jimin padded downstairs to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of milk. Turning around to face the living room, he froze instantly.

“What the fu—”

“Oppa, we’ve been waiting forever,” Wonyoung said, rising from the couch with a teacup in hand.

Ha. Mom really did teach his little sister good manners.

The guy sitting across from her stood up too, and Jimin's face flushed a deep, instant crimson. At the very least, he could blame it on the hot bath and not on the fact that he was standing in front of the guy whose lips he had literally just masturbated to thirty minutes ago.

“Jimin-ssi,” a crooked smile offered.

“Are you Wonyoung’s friend or something?” Jimin asked, bewildered, internally cringing at the thought of jerking off to his sister’s friend.

Gross, Jimin.

“Oh,” his sister’s mouth dropped open. “He said he was Hoseok’s friend.”

“He said?” Jimin cocked an eyebrow, looking at his sister with sheer disbelief.

“Jeongguk-ssi,” his sister corrected herself, her eyes darting sideways. “Anyway, uh, I have homework to do.”

Without another word, Wonyoung bolted from the living room under her brother’s sharp gaze, with Jimin completely ignoring how intensely their guest was staring at him.

Once his sister’s bedroom door clicked shut, Jimin looked at Jeongguk.

“I have so many questions right now,” Jimin began, his tone anything but friendly, but the boy in front of him wasn't easily rattled.

“Want to go for a ride?” the Cupid’s-bow lips suggested. The guy was still holding that stupid teacup, its vintage look sticking out like a sore thumb against the incredible view of the boy holding it.

Jeongguk looked different today.

His hair, less wavy than yesterday, was pulled back into a ponytail, with his bangs framing his handsome face. The grey jeans had been swapped for black ones. A few bracelets jingled on his tanned wrists. Beneath a black button-down worn open over a black t-shirt, his chest muscles were prominently defined. Jimin had to bite his tongue just to keep from asking for permission to squeeze them with his own fingers.

“Absolutely not,” Jimin snorted.

Of course he wanted to. But who said he couldn't play with him a little first?

Jeongguk’s eyebrows shot up.

“I bought you an espresso and a box of donuts.”

Damn you, Jung Hoseok!

“I can understand the box of donuts, but where did the espresso come from? I’m a cappuccino fan.”

Jeongguk actually looked a bit flustered, his fingers doing a nervous click.

“Your, uh... Yesterday, you tasted like espresso, and I just thought...”

Cute.

“It was lip oil,” Jimin chuckled, shifting his weight from one leg to the other.

It felt good to know the guy remembered the taste of his lips. Twenty bucks and fifteen minutes in line hadn't gone to waste.

“Was the kiss really that good that you had to track down my house? Did Hoseok give you my address?”

Jeongguk smiled crookedly, tilting his head to the side.

“Yeah, and yes again,” Jeongguk confirmed.

Feeling a sudden burst of bravery, Jimin took two steps toward his guest, looking straight into those nearly black eyes.

“You do remember what I told you yesterday, right? Big dick and all that...”

The guy licked his pretty lips before answering.

“Do you want me to drop my pants right here? Or, for decency's sake, we could grab some coffee and eat the donuts waiting for you in the backseat of my car,” Jeongguk suggested, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans.

Another blatant tease, and this time, Jimin was perfectly willing to bite. His gaze slid down Jeongguk’s chest, then further down to his hips, lingering on the undeniable ridge between his legs.

Well, what the hell.

“Fine,” the blonde snorted, heading toward the shoe rack to slip on his sneakers.

“Just like that?” the handsome guy asked, surprised.

“I’d gladly cut our quality time down to five minutes, but you’re the one who said we should be decent,” Jimin smirked, straightening up after tying his laces. “Changed your mind?”

“No,” Jeongguk shook his head, licking his lips. “It’s just that Hoseok said you’d be mad.”

“I’m mad at him, not you,” Jimin stated, grabbing his keys off the hook. He pressed the front door handle and stepped outside, waiting for his guest to follow.

“And if everything goes smoothly, will you still be mad at him?”

“If,” Jimin mused with playful exaggeration, but he left it unanswered, his eyes locking onto the brand-new Tesla parked outside his house. “No way,” Jimin looked back at Jeongguk, his eyebrows shooting up. “Were you born with a silver spoon in your ass too?”

The guy cocked an eyebrow.

“I bought it myself.”

“With your parents' money?” Jimin scoffed, slowly approaching the car.

“With my own.”

“Wait,” Jimin frowned, stopping right by the passenger door. “How old are you?”

A smirk played on Jeongguk’s pretty lips.

“Twenty-two.”

Jimin froze. The very first question that popped into his blonde head was:

“How did you even buy a ticket for the kissing booth? Oh my god, were you planning to kiss a high schooler five years younger than you?”

Leaning his hip against the passenger door of the Tesla, Jeongguk clicked his tongue.

“First of all, I didn’t buy a ticket. Second of all, I got in line only when I found out you were the one in there. Hoseok told me,” Jeongguk explained, watching the emotions chase each other across the blonde's pretty face.

Jimin crossed arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes.

“So you lied to me? You knew there was a guy behind the curtain.”

“I knew it was you, but I didn’t want to scare you away,” Jeongguk admitted with a trace of shyness, which didn't fit the fuckboy persona Jimin had pinned on him yesterday.

His entire vibe today was different. Jimin just hoped he wasn't putting on an act just to get a piece of his appetizing ass.

“If you hadn't mentioned Hoseok, you’d sound like a total stalker,” Jimin said, deflating a bit, still unable to believe he’d been played so smoothly. And his best friend was usually a terrible liar! Yet he’d held it together perfectly this time. “Just so you know, my location is tracked on every single device in this house!”

Jeongguk raised his hands, palms out.

“Got it. No kidnapping.”

Rolling his eyes as if he weren't completely charmed (a total lie) by Jeongguk’s smile, Jimin opened the passenger door of the EV and slid onto the front seat, letting out a satisfied sigh.

The car smelled amazing.

“So, does this mean I have to call you hyung?” Jimin blinked innocently the moment the driver got behind the wheel, tapping a destination into the GPS.

Jimin just hoped it wasn't a local cemetery or a secluded cabin in the woods.

“You don’t have to,” Jeongguk shook his head, a mysterious smile playing on his lips. “But if you want to...” He whispered the last words, licking his bottom lip right after.

Right. They were born in America, far away from the place where their parents used formal honorifics. Their kids were a long way from all that.

But the mere thought of calling Jeongguk 'hyung' turned Jimin on like crazy, and it looked like the guy opposite him felt the exact same way.

As the car smoothly started up and began to pull out onto the road, Jimin’s eyes widened as he watched the steering wheel turn all by itself. On one hand, he felt a bit sick because he probably looked like a caveman from the side; on the other hand, the high school senior desperately wanted to play it cool just to impress Jeongguk.

Well, okay, fine. Finishing high school.

“So... what do you do for a living anyway? Where’d you get this kind of money?” Jimin usually hated asking about other people's income, but he was dying to know how a twenty-two-year-old had managed to afford a Tesla.

“I work in escorting,” Jeongguk shrugged, then glanced over at the blonde, his lips stretching into a sly grin.

Jeongguk must have read him like an open book.

“Are you joking?” Jimin decided to double-check. Hey, you never know.

Then again, escorts are usually pretty experienced...

“Yeah,” Jeongguk chuckled, turning his eyes back to the road. “I work part-time in IT.”

“Ah,” Jimin nodded, licking his lips. “Now it makes sense.”

“Yeah?” Jeongguk giggled, and it sounded incredibly soft.

“Yeah,” Jimin rolled his eyes, immediately smiling. He sank a little lower into his seat and stole another glance at the driver, who looked just as relaxed, shifting his gaze between the road and Jimin.

Ah, the wonders of modern technology.

He wondered if the invention of Tesla made road-head any safer...

“Should I change my posture?” Jeongguk’s voice broke the silence, making Jimin blink in confusion. “You’ve been staring at my crotch for the past few seconds. Managed to get a good look at anything? Mmh?”

Jimin narrowed his eyes, studying that perfect face.

That perfectly harmonious face with those big eyes, soft lips, and nose...

Oh, fuck! His nose.

His ridiculously big nose, which Jimin would gladly ride the hell out of while the owner of said nose licked his balls clean and...

Jeongguk clicked his tongue.

“Hoseok wasn't lying when he said you were insatiable.”

Damn you, Jung Hoseok!

“Hoseok is a terrible liar,” Jimin huffed, turning away to face the window. The blonde did not want to feel embarrassed sitting in a brand-new Tesla with a hard-on caused by a guy he was seeing for the literal second time in his life. “And I see you're getting pretty cocky with that information.”

The silence didn't last long.

“Baby,” Jeongguk’s velvety voice rang out, sending a shiver down Jimin’s spine. Although reluctantly, the blonde still turned his head to look at the older guy, whose eyes seemed to be eating him alive. “This tongue,” the tip of Jeongguk’s tongue peeked out, gliding over his upper lip before slipping back into his mouth, “is going to send you straight to heaven.”

Jimin swallowed hard, his eyes locking onto the other man's mouth. If it weren't for his put-on sense of decency, the blonde would have been devouring those pretty lips a second later.

“Now you’re gonna have to keep your word,” Jimin stated, looking straight into Jeongguk’s eyes.

“I don’t make empty promises,” a crooked smile offered.

From that moment on, everything became incredibly tense, and for once in his life, Jimin didn't feel like the one in control—he felt like the one being led. Just a little bratty and shameless.

Maybe, just maybe, for the first time ever, he wouldn't have to explain exactly what angle to fuck him at just to make his legs shake.

“Should we still pretend we’re both here for the espresso and donuts?” Jeongguk asked, reaching forward and hooking his long fingers into the drawstrings of Jimin’s sweatpants.

“You didn't come all the way here just to watch me eat donuts,” the blonde huffed, nearly choking on his own saliva when the older guy’s nimble fingers deftly untied the knots right after those words. “Though, for the record, I’m still down to put away a couple.”

“Donuts?” Jeongguk clarified, arching a perfect eyebrow.

Stretching his plump lips into a smirk, Jimin chose to stay silent. Instead, he lowered his gaze, watching Jeongguk’s fingers slide beneath the waistband of his sweatpants, gripping the grey fabric.

Holding his breath, terrified to look up and get drowned in those two black pools, Jimin licked his bottom lip. A full-body shiver hit him the moment Jeongguk’s thumb brushed against the bare skin near his belly button.

“Sensitive,” the older guy whispered, forcing Jimin to look up and meet his gaze.

A gaze that explicitly read, ‘May I?’

The blonde didn't answer with words. He only nodded, then sharply sucked in a breath as two large male hands clamped onto his hips, lifting him slightly off the seat to smoothly slide the sweatpants and underwear down together.

A flush of slight embarrassment washed over Jimin the moment his length slipped free, semi-hard and already leaking.

Fuck!

“So beautiful,” Jeongguk rasped, his right hand gently wrapping around Jimin’s shaft.

Letting out a satisfied sigh, completely forgetting they were still on the move, Jimin threw his head back, his crown bumping against the window.

Whatever.

He had never gotten a handjob in a car before...

“Oh!” Jimin gasped in surprise, his eyes flying open.

...or rather, getting head.

“Can we... Can we at least get there first?” the blonde asked, completely flustered, his left hand gripping the seat while his right tangled deep into Jeongguk’s wavy hair.

Lifting his head, Jeongguk shamelessly licked his wet lips, which were hovering barely an inch away from the head of Jimin’s dick, and challenged:

“Do you want me to stop?”

Yes! Or... No, definitely not.

Fuck, absolutely not right now.

Whining in sheer frustration, Jimin squeezed his eyes shut and felt a slight vibration of Jeongguk’s voice against the his tip.

“Thought so. Now relax,” Jeongguk commanded, lowering his head again and taking Jimin’s length obscenely deep into his throat.

Holy shit!

Nobody would ever believe Jimin if he said a guy he’d known for less than twenty-four hours decided to suck him off in the front seat of his Tesla!

Was he really that gorgeous?

Shaking his head to toss the useless thoughts aside, Jimin gripped the older guy’s hair and opened his eyes, utterly spellbound as he watched him lick the shaft of his dick clean.

“Fuck,” it came out as a barely audible whisper, matching the heavy breathing of the older guy, who instantly looked up at the blonde the moment he heard that soft sound of pure pleasure.

Jimin couldn't help himself. He slid the fingers of his right hand up to Jeongguk’s face, his short nails lightly scratching the soft skin. Making a short path down to his lips, Jimin pressed against the bottom one, forcing him to part his mouth a little wider so Jimin could shamelessly thrust his hips forward.

Jeongguk smiled crookedly around Jimin's dick. So cocky, as if he wasn't the one doing the sucking. As if he wasn't the one sprawled across the center console, held in place by Jimin’s fingers that were once again tangled in his wavy locks.

Despite his position, it was obvious that Jeongguk still felt completely dominant.

And Jimin fucking loved it.

He wanted to be broken. He wanted to be ruined, forced to cry and beg for more.

And he didn't have to wait long for it. Jeongguk locked into a rhythm, slowly burying his face all the way down to the base, pausing to swallow hard, leaving Jimin to breathe heavily and whine quietly into the silence of the car.

Jimin felt like he was on cloud nine, right up until the moment the car pulled onto the beach and bounced over a bump, causing him to painfully whack his head and hiss in annoyance. The only saving grace was the fact that he didn’t end up dickless, thanks to Jeongguk managing to pull away just in the nick of time.

Slightly breathless, his eyes watering from the sharp sting of pain, Jimin looked around before cutting his eyes over to the older guy.

“The beach?”

“Nobody’s going to disturb us here,” Jeongguk rasped, wiping his wet lips with the back of his hand. “Move to the back.”

“W-what?” the blonde asked blankly, watching him open the passenger door.

“There’s not enough room for you to sit on my face up here,” Jeongguk remarking, causing Jimin’s ears to instantly catch fire.

Was he about to get eaten up?

Lifting his hips and awkwardly but quickly tugging his sweatpants back up, Jimin opened the front door and grabbed the handle of the back one, noticing the bag of donuts and two espressos along the way.

For a split millisecond, Jimin pictured a mini porn scenario where he smeared the donut glaze all over Jeongguk’s chest and then licked it off. The high schooler cut his train of thought short and shook his head right at the moment when, in his imagination, the hot liquid from the coffee cup started trickling down Jeongguk’s neck...

Flopping onto the back seat—from which Mr. Pretty Lips had already managed to clear the food—Jimin held his breath. He watched as Jeongguk’s thin fingers began to unbuckle his own jeans with an organized yet hurried pace, then undo the button and zipper, freeing what Jimin couldn’t wait to feel deep inside himself.

And why the hell did the way he ran a hand through his hair, pushing his bangs back, look so goddamn hot to the blonde?

[Agora Hills — Doja Cat]

“Come here,” the older guy muttered, patting his thigh, but he didn’t bother waiting for Jimin to move. He immediately yanked him by the arm, pulling him onto his lap and teasingly thrusting his pelvis up against Jimin’s fleshy ass, which settled perfectly over a noticeably impressive length.

“Teasing me?” Jimin huffed, thoroughly enjoying the hardening thickness between his thighs.

“Mmh,” Jeongguk hummed, biting his lip the second Jimin started slowly rolling his hips forward. “Just giving you time to get used to it.”

“Aren’t you cocky?” Jimin stared shamelessly into his eyes, acting as if he couldn’t easily tell that beneath his ass lay what Hoseok would definitely call a massive weapon.

“You’re acting like you aren’t riding my thighs right now, practically drooling all over your own shirt,” Jeongguk chuckled. He then hooked his fingers into the waistband of the blonde’s sweatpants, pulling them down just low enough to bare his ass and his worked-up length.

Jimin hitched a breath, his eyes locking onto the wet, darkened head of his own dick, which was now slowly rubbing against the older guy’s black t-shirt, leaving slick tracks behind.

“Does this turn you on?” Jeongguk rasped.

Jimin arched an eyebrow, reluctantly shifting his gaze back up to the college student.

“Rubbing against my clothes. Leaving marks,” Jeongguk clarified. His hot palms began to slowly slide up Jimin’s bare sides, moving higher and higher until his thumbs brushed over the hardened nipples. “Marking me?”

There was no point in denying it; the look on Jimin’s face made it glaringly obvious that just the sight of his dick sliding against Jeongguk’s clothes was driving him insane.

The friction felt incredible, and the older guy’s gaze, devouring his entire being, was even better.

“Yes,” Jimin gasped, arching his back the moment those fingers grazed his nipples.

He needed to see it!

Because of that, the blonde immediately grabbed the hem of his own shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it somewhere onto the floor of the car.

Jeongguk’s gaze darkened, his pretty lips parting in a soft breath. He was utterly spellbound, completely frozen by the sight opening up before him.

In his short life, Jeongguk had seen a fair share of men in his bed, but Jimin was something else entirely. On one hand, he was fragile and delicate, with his milky skin and narrow shoulders; on the other hand, he was sharp and defined, with his chiseled collarbones and visible abs. It was as if masculine and feminine had blended into a single body—a body that had Jeongguk practically salivating just by looking at it.

He wanted to kiss, lick, bite, and mark.

He wanted a taste.

“Are you just going to keep staring, or are you going to get to work?” Jimin whispered, his tone almost accusatory.

Jeongguk didn’t need to be told twice.

His lips immediately locked onto a hardened nipple while his fingers greedily squeezed the plush flesh of Jimin’s ass, reveling in the quiet, kittenish mewls slipping from that bratty mouth—the very same mouth whose owner had tried to play hard to get just half an hour ago.

Jeongguk clearly didn’t appreciate the sudden impatience, because a muffled huff echoed against the blonde’s chest, followed by a loud, stinging slap landing right on Jimin’s ass, making him bounce on the older guy’s thighs.

“Baby,” Jeongguk choked out, tearing himself away from the swollen nipple, “are you trying to suffocate me? At least let me eat you first, yeah?”

Even though Jimin wanted to snap back with something bratty, he was so consumed by sheer lust that he didn’t even stop to think. He threw his right leg over the older guy and crawled along the back seat, his head nearly pressing against the passenger door.

Resting his head against the leather seat and arching his ass high into the air, Jimin turned his head to the left, looking up at Jeongguk from beneath his lashes.

Utterly spellbound by the ass put on full display right in front of him, Jeongguk shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and yanked his t-shirt over his head, wiping the wetness from his chin as he finished.

Jeongguk didn’t make Jimin do the work; instead, he wet his own index and middle fingers, deliberately slowly drawing them into his mouth and tracing his knuckles with the tip of his tongue.

“Relax,” the older guy commanded, wrapping both hands around Jimin’s hips to slowly part his cheeks, letting out a satisfied sigh as he noticed how impatiently Jimin’s entrance was twitching. “And enjoy.”

Before Jimin could even utter a word, a hot tongue ruthlessly attacked him, lapping so intensely that the blonde’s knees began to shake.

Spreading his legs as wide as possible, ready to hook his knee over the back of the seat, Jimin arched his spine and shamelessly began to drool right onto the leather upholstery, which smelled pleasantly rich right under his nose.

Well, Jeongguk’s skills were second to none.

Jimin didn't know what exactly was hitting him so hard—whether it was the fact that the college student was older, or that Jeongguk was just mind-blowingly handsome. Or maybe it was his tongue-work, and Jimin secretly hoped his dick-work would match...

Either way, Jimin was completely wrecked.

Wrecked to the point where, at times, he forgot how to breathe properly, pressing his burning cheek against the leather of the seat, shamelessly smearing the slick pre-cum beneath his knees as it dripped from his flushed, needy length.

Things didn’t get any tamer when the older guy’s first finger, and then a second, joined his tongue, slowly penetrating and stretching his anus, slick with saliva and heat. The moment Jeongguk mapped out his prostate, Jimin’s eyes rolled back completely. He started moaning a little louder, pushing his ass up even higher in hopes that the orgasm would take him under that much faster.

His own slick hands gripped whatever they could find—the back door handle and his own left butt cheek—desperate to open himself up even wider.

Jimin had never experienced anything like this before, but his own sounds were pushing him over the edge so fast that when a rasped compliment slipped from Jeongguk’s lips about how incredibly sexy he sounded, Jimin lost all control over his vocal cords, sounding so utterly undone, as if a truly massive dick was already being shoved inside him.

“Such a good boy,” Jeongguk wetly praised. “And so greedy. I wish I could fuck you and eat you out at the same time.”

Fuck!

For a split second, Jimin tried to visualize exactly that, but all he could manage was to let out one final, wrecked gasp and squeeze his eyes shut as the orgasm hit him in full force.

And it was absolute heaven.

Never in his life had he experienced an orgasm so powerful yet completely non-exhausting to his body. No cramping, no begging for it to stop. Just pure, unadulterated bliss wrapping him from head to toe, filling his chest for a deep, shaky breath.

“Jeongguk,” Jimin managed to gather enough strength to speak, finally coming back down to earth.

His left leg had slipped off the seat where his pelvis was pinned. The blonde couldn't even remember how he had ended up in this position, softly whimpering as feather-light kisses rained down over his skin and a large, warm hand continued to massage his right butt cheek.

“Yeah, baby?” Jeongguk murmured, hovering close to Jimin’s face, pressing his bare chest flush against the blonde’s back.

“H-how... How did you do that? I’ve never...”

“Have you had really bad lovers, Jimin-ah?” It was more of a rhetorical question than an inquiry. “Do you still want to take me?”

Jimin was no fool. Of course he nodded.

“Let’s swap positions then,” the student suggested, leaving a feather-light kiss on the blonde’s cheek.

Another nod.

Honestly, Jimin barely remembered how he ended up on top of Jeongguk, hands braced against his chest as he slowly slid himself down onto his—to Jimin’s absolute relief—truly massive dick.

Jimin was on cloud nine, utterly satisfied and full, ready to meet his second orgasm and then sink into the kiss he had been craving (needing) for the past few minutes.

“You move so beautifully,” Jeongguk whispered, his palms, wet with their mingled slick, exploring Jimin’s thighs and abs. “I want to fuck you for days. Bend you over every single flat surface and fill you to the brim while kissing these cute cheeks,” Jeongguk finished, dragging his thumb across Jimin’s flushed cheek.

“Jeongguk,” the blonde whispered, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head back. He was losing his mind from the flawless prostate stimulation, the tugging on his left nipple, and the heavy pressure of long fingers against his sweaty neck. “J-Jeongguk, please...”

“Want me to help you out?” the college student asked, dipping his thumb straight into Jimin’s mouth.

Jimin nodded.

Without a second thought, ready to pluck the stars right out of the sky for this pretty boy, Jeongguk dug his heels into the seat and drove his pelvis up into Jimin’s downward thrusts.

One, two, three, four...

“Fuck! Fuck, I’m... Dammit!”

Jimin came beautifully. Head thrown back, mouth parted—a mouth Jeongguk desperately wanted to fill with his own seed just to watch him eagerly swallow it down.

The older guy didn't make him wait long, filling Jimin to the very brim just as the blonde was completely spent, riding the other’s length with the last of his fading strength.

Jimin’s thighs were burning as he collapsed weakly onto Jeongguk’s chest, burying his button nose somewhere in the space between the collarbone and neck. He couldn't resist licking the sweat-slicked skin, his lips stretching into a content, exhausted smile as the man beneath him trembled.

The blonde didn't know how much time had passed since he’d settled over Jeongguk’s body, but he was perfectly fine with everything, despite the fact that he was still full of the other guy's warmth and length.

Good dick!

“Jimin?” Jeongguk called out, surprisingly tender, his fingertips gliding up the blonde’s spine. From his shoulder blades down to his lower back.

“Mmh.”

The older guy’s chest rumbled with a quiet chuckle.

“Will you go on a date with me?”

Oh.

And why did Jimin feel his heart flutter at such a seemingly ordinary question?

“Do you think you’ve earned it?” the blonde mumbled, trailing his lips along Jeongguk’s neck.

“Well,” Jeongguk mused, “I did try my best. Not a hundred percent, though, because it was pretty cramped in here, and—”

“Oh, shut up!” Jimin huffed, propping himself up on weakened arms to look down into the dark eyes beneath him.

How the hell am I such a lucky bastard? Just look at this man! Jimin thought to himself, biting his lip.

“So...?” Jeongguk prompted impatiently.

The blonde’s lips stretched into a tired smile.

“Yes,” he said softly, just for the two of them.

Interrupting such a tender moment was downright rude, but Jimin couldn't help himself. He suddenly rolled his hips forward, catching a sharp hiss right off the other man's lips with his own.

It was delicious and bold. Jeongguk’s tongue was hot and hungry, and Jimin matched that hunger completely, shifting into a sitting position and pulling Jeongguk up with him, fully intending to come at least one more time.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” Jeongguk rasped, breathless from the kiss and the renewed stimulation.

“At least you’ll die in pleasure.”