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20 year old, black/African American, she/her

Affiliate/member of: @thebtswritersclub

Groups I <3: BTS (so surprising), TXT, NCT, GOT7, TWICE, NewJeans, KISS of Life

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•BTS parings/ships!

•BTS x reader (black reader usually)

•some miscellaneous ffs of other fandoms I like

+bonus! I cross-post on ao3 so you can find me on there under the same username!

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bts and such

-Short and Sweet (one-shot)

•Pairing: Yoongi x Black Reader

•Genre: smut, college au

•Summary: You and Yoongi have been fuck buddies for a while now, but it seems like Yoongi might want more.

•Warnings: smut, oral (f. receiving & m. receiving), penetration w/o protection (use protection!), cursing, drinking, pet names (‘love’), slight toxicity

• 📔 read here! 📔•

- You’re 22 (one-shot)

•Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Black Reader

•Genre: strangers to lovers, one-night stand, hook-up, club au, smut

•Summary: You find yourself dancing with an attractive stranger at the club…

•Warnings: smut, swearing, unprotected sex (wear protection!)

• 📔 read here! 📔 •

- All Mine (one-shot)

•Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Black Reader

•Genre: friends with benefits, college au, smut, enemies-to-lovers (slightly)

•Summary: With Kim Seokjin being the student body President your purely sexual relationship with him has to be on the DL, but what happens when it becomes more than sexual?

•Warnings: swearing, oral sex (f. Receiving), arguing, dirty talk, pet names

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miscellaneous & such

-New Recruit (one-shot)

•Pairing: Miguel O'Hara Spider-Man ATSV x Reader

•Genre: smut, stranger-to-lovers (slightly)

•Summary: You’re the newest prospect for recruitment at Spider Society. Unfortunately for you, Miguel’s not a fan of your attitude and decides to put you in your place.

•Warnings: smut, oral (m. receiving), penetration w/o protection (use protection!), finishing inside, dom. Miguel, power dynamics (both are consenting though!), pet names ('good girl'), mild cursing

•📔 read here! 📔•

-Morning Distractions (one-shot)

•Pairing: RE4 Leon Kennedy x Reader

•Genre: Established relationship, smut, fluff

•Summary: Leon only has 15 minutes before he has to leave for work but he’s determined to please you before he goes.

•Warnings: Top Leon, quickie, unprotected sex (use protection!), comfort sex, fingering (fem. receiving), pet names (‘baby’), penetration

•📔 read here! 📔•

-Lavender and Cinnamon (one-shot)

•Pairing: RE4 Leon Kennedy x Reader

•Genre: smut, stranger-to-lovers, workplace

•Summary: You work at a high-end spa called Exotic Luxuries where you’re assigned to take care of the alluring and mysterious Leon S. Kennedy. But late-night sessions can lead to more than just a regular massage…

•Warnings: slight cursing, no protection (use protecting!), workplace sex, riding, blowjobs, pet names (‘good girl’), dom. Leon, praise kink, slight nipple play

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New Recruit (Miguel O’Hara x Reader)

(Credit for art goes to @ Shuploc on Twitter!)

•Notes•

Paring: Miguel O’Hara Spider-Man ATSV x Reader

Genre: smut

Summary: You’re the newest prospect for recruitment at Spider Society. Unfortunately for you, Miguel’s not a fan of your attitude and decides to put you in your place.

Warnings: smut, oral (m. receiving), penetration w/o protection (use protection!), finishing inside, dom. Miguel, power dynamics (both are consenting though!), pet names ('good girl'), mild cursing

WC: 5,526

A/N: Miguel speaks a bit of Spanish so I’m including all the words he’s saying with a definition in English! It’s not a lot, just a few words that I felt would better match his character, enjoy!

Mierda- shit

Muñeca- doll

Nenita- babe

Ninfa- nymph

Enjoy!

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Jessica Drew led you down the pristine white halls of the Spiderverse HQ. The modernity of the building was overwhelming as simplistic designs scattered across white and gray surfaces greeted you wherever you looked.

“Not what you expected, huh?” Looking ahead you captured Jessica’s gaze. Her voluminous curls caressed the sides of her face as she gave you a small smile.

You nodded, swallowing the sheepish smile that threatened to cross over your lips, “not exactly. It’s not bad just-”

“-Just bland. I get it,” Jessica laughed as she led you deeper into the building.

You were the newest prospect for recruitment and you felt like you were already messing it up. Here you are critiquing the interior design of the Spiderverse HQ when you should be focusing on your impending interview with the founder of this whole operation.

“Miguel is right down this elevator.” You snapped your attention back to Jessica as the once bright modern interior designs that surrounded you was replaced by black walls and ominous red strips that lined the walls. “Not so bland now, right?” Jessica teased, her yellow glasses almost glowing with all the darkness surrounding the both of you.

You gave her a polite chuckle, but truthfully, you were nervous. You hadn’t been Spider-Woman for long and you were still trying to get accustomed to your newfound powers. As your eyes gazed down the lone hallway with a platform at the end of it that waited for you to step on it you tried to calm your nerves.

Why were you so anxious? Why did it feel like your heartbeat was slamming against your chest with every step you took? Were you shaking? Because it felt like you were. How did you look? You hadn’t perfected your suit yet- what if Miguel hated it? Was having a fully functioning suit a requirement for recruitment? 

“_____.” A firm voice shook you out of your thundering thoughts as a pair of warm hands clasped around your shoulders. You fixed your gaze to meet Jessica who stood in front of you, her eyebrows furrowed as she looked at you, “you okay? You looked like you were about to pass out.”

You took a shaky breath, “if I’m being honest- no. I’m kind of freaking out.”

Jessica quirked an eyebrow at you, her lips tightening in a thin line as her eyes roamed over your face, analyzing you. “And why is that?”

“Well I’m still new to this whole superhero thing and I don’t think I’m ready for all… this.” You motioned to the room, trying to encompass the intimidating situation. 

A look of relief crossed over Jessica’s face, prompting your eyebrows to furrow in confusion as she chuckled softly, stepping away from you as she approached the platform. “Is that all, _____? Because if so then I think you’ll be fine.”

You stepped up to the platform, hesitating slightly as your reflection stared back at you from the clear surface. To your left you heard Jessica speak up once again, her voice sounding relaxed as she fixed you with a smirk, “the things you’re stressing out about? They don’t matter. At least not to Miguel. You’re worrying about the wrong stuff, ____. Just relax and you should be fine.” 

As Jessica stepped back from the platform once you took that final step you couldn’t help but capture the inkling of amusement that tinted her voice. What did she mean by ‘worrying about the wrong stuff’? What should you have been worrying about? By the time you managed to overthink her question, it was too late to follow it up with one of your own as the platform had begun its descent down into the depths of the building. 

You couldn’t help but feel your nerves wrack your body as the dark walls flew by you. You really needed to calm down and with a deep heave of your chest you released a slow breath, a quarter of the tension that resided in your muscles lessened. It wasn’t much but it was something and it was all you had time for as the platform arrived at its destination.

Stepping off of the smooth surface, your eyes took in the supposed office you guessed you were being interviewed at. Walking deeper into the room greeted you with different devices and electrical machinery scattering the walls and every surface until the room suddenly opened up to a cavernous void of inky darkness. 

Before you could venture any further the sound of clicking followed by a low hum filled the room. Suddenly an even bigger platform descended down, from where you had no clue. But standing on top of the platform was a dark imposing figure, their back turned to you as the glow from the plethora of holograms in front of them cast a green light over the figure's sleek black suit.

As you waited for the platform to finish its slow ride down to the ground level you couldn’t help but speak, your voice echoing in the dark chamber as you tried to dispel the tension you felt seep back into your body. “That must be one hell of an intimidating tactic for anomalies.”

The platform finally stopped a few feet in the air, the harsh click of the machine ringing loudly through the room before a few seconds of quiet settled in the space between you. Your eyes tracked the lone figure before they waved their hand, dispersing the yellow holograms. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the figure turned around. Their voice simultaneously hitting your ears as their dark hoarse tone startled you, “cute. I hope you can give me more than quippy jokes. I’ve heard them all.”

Before you could respond the figure swiftly slipped off of the platform, their movements were quiet and stealthy. If you hadn’t been watching him you wouldn’t have even heard him move. The figure stalked towards you, his eyes tracking you until he was standing a foot away. 

From this vantage point you had a clear view of the man… the man who seemed more like a predator. His aura was one of a man who harbored incredible restraint as if knowing that if he were to let go and dive into the inner consciousness of his being then he’d be the undoing of everything that surrounded him- converging chaos with unbridled power. It sent a shiver down your spine at the thought and whether it was from fear or something more… intimate, you weren’t sure.

“So, you’re _____ I’m assuming?” he asked, his voice devoid of any perceivable emotion. 

You nodded, “yep. And you’re Miguel O’Hara?”

“As far as I’m concerned,” Miguel answered, his eyes continued staring into yours- as if trying to grasp something that was hidden in your gaze before he flicked his red eyes away from you and down to the watch strapped to his wrist. With a passive voice, he continued speaking, “Jess recommended you?”

You watched as his slender fingers quickly imputed a sequence of numbers you couldn’t understand into the watch, “yeah, she caught me fighting what I now know is an anomaly?” you say questioningly, still grasping the whole concept of anomalies in different dimensions, “I guess she saw something in me and thought I’d be useful for this society you’ve got set up.”

Miguel glances away from his watch to look at you, his gaze still unreadable as he mutters, “yeah she must have. Can’t say what though.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at his words. Did you mishear him? “Excuse me?” you prompt, hoping that you just heard the leader wrong.

Miguel’s eyebrow cocked upwards as if confused by your question, “I didn’t misspeak did I? I said I don’t see why Jess brought you to me.”

“And why is that?” You countered, a flicker of irritation sparking in your body as you watched the Spider-Man once again shift his attention to his watch.

“You’re not ready. You’re too inexperienced and I already have enough shit to deal with. I don’t have time to train new recruits on how to do their job. That should be a prerequisite.” Miguel stated, his voice placid and expression bored as he stared down at his wrist, stepping away from you and turning back to his platform as he waves his hand dismissively, “go home and stop wasting my time.”

All the nerves that had been building up inside you had vanished as soon as Miguel’s harsh words hit your ears. Sure, you weren’t as experienced as he was but you still felt like you were pretty damn good. Never mind what you thought earlier- you held your own against a plethora of infamous villains in your dimension. Not to mention the anomaly that got you scouted by Jessica in the first place. You’d be damned if this elitist asshole didn’t at least give you a chance to prove yourself. 

“So that’s it? You’re done?” you ask, your voice filled with annoyance. 

Miguel calls back to you without even sparing you a glance, “no, you’re done. Now leave.” 

You bit your lip, trying to contain the acidic words that you wanted to hurl at the man. You took a steadying breath before responding, this wasn’t over until he at least took you seriously. “Make me.”

Was it the most mature comeback you could’ve said? Not by a long shot. But you knew it would be enough to at least spark Miguel’s interest. If you couldn’t win his favor then you’d shoot for his anger. It was a dangerous tactic but you were willing to take the risk, being Spider-Woman wasn’t an easy gig and you figured Miguel understood that, but now you wanted him to respect that.

Lucky (or unlucky) for you- it worked. The Spider-Man slowed his walk as your dare reached him. A humorless chuckle escaped his mouth before he turned around to face you, a wolfish grin spread across his lips, “make you? You don’t want me to do that.”

“Oh, I do. I just don’t think you can,” you say plainly, matching his intimidating gaze. 

A flash of blood red shoots across Miguel’s face, the color growing in intensity as he strode over to you. His once quiet footsteps were thundering as he approached you with a penetrating stare and shallow scowl etched over his mouth. In no time he was standing in front of you, his broad chest was an inch away from yours as he looked down at you- his figure imposing.

“What’re you playing at?” he asked, his words simple but the frustration in his tone was palpable. 

You subtly fixed your posture, squaring your shoulders to try and match the strength Miguel’s seemed to carry. “I’m not playing. I’m deadly serious.”

“How serious?” Miguel retorted, his sharp eyebrows slanted as his red eyes narrowed at you.

“Serious enough to challenge you to a fight. If I manage to hold my own then you have to let me into the society.”

Miguel’s once flashing red eyes suddenly shifted to one of intrigue, the burning red in his gaze quelling slightly as he listened to your words. After a second of terse silence with your words freezing the air surrounding the two of you, the Spider-Man cracked an amused grin.

“You want to fight me for a place in the Spider Society?”

“Well, only if you think I’m worth a morsel of your time,” you say, your words mockingly polite.

Miguel chuckles once again, the dark sound sends a jolt of both nerves and unexpected excitement through you. When he finally speaks his voice is low with a roguish smirk accompanying it, the edges of his lips curling upwards, “you’re cunning, I’ll give you that. But what would I gain from this if you were to lose?” Miguel leans into your space, the scent of apple and sandalwood flooding your senses in the process as you take in the Spider-Man’s close proximity. 

You do your best to not get distracted, however, as you think of a response to his question, “then… then I’ll leave. I’ll leave and I won’t bother you again.”

Miguel seems to think about your proposition for a second, the gears in his head turning as he stares down at you before a scoff escapes his lips. He leans away from you, creating a respectable distance between the two of you which allowed you to take a steadying breath but also filled you with a sense of yearning. 

“Fine. But you better put up a good fight, I don’t just fight anyone.” Miguel calls out to you, his neck rolling to the side in a small stretch.

“Guess that makes me lucky.” you quip, but you're too focused on coming up with a game plan. Your eyes dart around the large room- the large platform Miguel initially used would be a good place to try to maneuver around. 

You weren’t too familiar with Miguel or his powers so you’d have to be cautious when fighting him. You weren’t sure if you really stood a chance against the man who founded the Spider Society but you sure as hell were going to give it your all. As you both prepared to fight the space between you grew, the red floors only added to the intensity you felt coursing through you at the anticipation of what was to come. 

After a second you gave Miguel a nod, alerting him that you were ready. He nodded his head back once before fixing his stance. His body mimicked one of an animal with the way he slowly began to circle around you, his eyes latching onto you, analyzing any weakness he could exploit and rip apart. The thought sent a shiver down your spine before focusing, you had to make this fight count. After a few seconds of watching one another Miguel suddenly charges you, his speed was deadly and you barely dodged his attack as he swung at you, his claws swiping harshly at the air.

You took a deep breath as you began predicting his moves. He chased after you, hot on your heels as his eyes blazed at you with a mixture of intrigue and anticipation. You were agile on your feet, practically hovering off of the smooth ground as you played defense against the multitude of attacks Miguel began hurling at you. His claws were always a breath away from ripping into you but you seemed to miss them a second early every time.

“You plan on running away from me the whole time?” Miguel shouts at you, his gruff voice slicing through the sounds of your fight.

“Nope. Just long enough to do this,” you call back before turning around and shooting a plethora of thick webs at Miguel’s face. 

The webs hurled over to the Spider-Man but proved futile when he easily slashed through them with ferocity. You anticipated that, however, as you used the webs as a distraction to give you enough time to latch a web on the bottom of the platform that hovered a few feet in the air. Using the momentum from the string of web you outstretched your legs as you watched Miguel catch on to your plan a bit too late. With a kick of your legs, Miguel flew across the floor, landing on his feet as his claws dug into the ground to slow the momentum of his fall.

You landed a few feet away from him, the web slipping from your hands as you took a second to catch your breath. Miguel looked up at you, a glimmer of excitement flashing across his fiery eyes. He brought his covered hand up to the side of his lip where you notice a trickle of blood gleaming at you from the dim lights of the room. 

“Huh,” he says quietly to himself. The leader of the Spider Society maintains eye contact with you as his pink tongue darts out to lick off the small drop of blood on his bottom lip. He shoots you an amused lopsided smirk that momentarily stuns you as you watch him stand up, “alright, _____. It’s time you pay up for that.”

You give him a confused look as your eyebrows furrow, “what’re you talking about? I haven’t even lost yet-”

Before you know what’s happening, Miguel pounces on you, abusing your confusion to allow him to tackle you to the ground. His hard body covers you as he knocks you to the ground. A string of pain crashes through you once you hit the hard ground. You feel Miguel on top of you, his breath coming out in harsh pants as you crack your eyes open through your pain to watch him staring down at you. His short dark brown hair hangs slightly, caressing the sides of his forehead while his tan skin gleams slightly with a light sheen of sweat. One of his hands has your wrists pinned over your head, the claws dig slightly into your skin as a poorly repressed wince flashes across your face. 

“Fine,” you huff out through your pain, your heartbeat pumping in your chest, “you win. I’ll leave.”

Miguel fixes you with a smirk where you notice two sharp canines sticking out from his upper line of teeth. They gleam at you temptingly, daring you to press your warm skin into the cool prick of their edges. You feel your heartbeat speed up once again but not from the fight this time. 

“Leave?” Miguel’s voice shakes you out of your daze as your eyes drift up to his eyes, “who said anything about you leaving?”

Your eyes widen, “but… I lost. The deal was-”

“I know what the deal was.” The Spider-Man interrupts sharply, his voice a mix of emotions that you couldn’t decipher, “but I think you need to be taught a lesson.”

“A lesson?” you repeat, your voice quiet as your mind races with ideas of what this man could be referring to.

Miguel nods simply while his hold on you tightens. He moves his face over yours, his lips a breath away as he speaks lowly, “yes. You need to be put in your place if you’re going to be a part of the Spider Society. You weren’t bad during the fight… even managed to make me bleed a bit.” Miguel’s words fill your ears as heat radiates off of you. 

“Wait- so… I made it? I’m in?”

Miguel nods, his free hand reaches up to trace an invisible pattern over your cheek, the sharp tip of his claws scrape gently over your face and for some reason, the thought of knowing this man on top of you could kill you with one swipe of the finger he has delicately placed over your cheek sends a thrill through you.

“You made it. But you’re attitude needs some adjusting. It’s that smart mouth of yours…” Miguel’s clawed finger travels to your lips, lightly skating over the outline of your lips, “I know how to put it to better use, though.” 

Your eyes widen at the implication the man’s words have as the repressed feelings of need begin to simmer in your bloodstream. “Miguel…” you whisper into the air, the cavernous room suddenly feels immensely smaller as your breath mingles with Miguel’s who keeps his eyes locked in yours.

A flash of what you can only describe as unbridled lust surfaces in his eyes, their red hue practically blazing at you. For a second he just stays there, his body pressed over yours before he moves, standing up and quickly shedding his suit with practiced ease. His claws come off first before he quickly begins to remove everything else. “No talking,” he says simply, his eyes flicking up to yours. 

You oblige, too transfixed on his hands that disregard the black suit. Your eyes feast on Miguel’s freshly exposed body, the taut muscles of his torso converge in teasing lines, dips, and curves that leave you hungry for him. His skin practically glows under the dim lights as the intimidating man tilts his head with a nod, gesturing for you to walk over to him as the hint of a smirk lingers on his lips.

After picking yourself up from the ground and blindly walking in front of Miguel you reach your hands out to touch his tempting skin before the man quickly grabs your wrists. Looking up you were met with an amused smile touching Miguel’s lips as his dark voice addresses you, a hint of warning edging the bluntness of his words, “no touching. On your knees.”

With a gentle shove, Miguel pushes you to the ground, your knees hit the hard surface before your attention is quickly drawn to his freed dick that springs at attention. It was surprisingly well maintained with the hair trimmed neatly and his shaft curving upwards at an angle that you yearned to feel hit every spot inside of you. Along with that his desire for you was evident in the way his cock stood hard for you, your eyes could barely focus on anything else besides Miguel’s stiff erection while your brain tried to comprehend the situation.

Your eyes glanced up at Miguel who stared down at you with a surprisingly patient look. It looked like he was giving you the choice to back down if you weren’t comfortable but there was a hint of challenge in his eyes as he gazed at you, almost anticipating you to quit. 

He couldn’t have been more wrong, however, as your eyes flicked back to the precipice of his desire. While you weren’t expecting the interview to get to this point, you could admit to noticing the handsome details of Miguel’s hardened face. His sharp jawline, straight nose, and piercing eyes would’ve been enough to have your clothes off when you first walked in if you weren’t so nervous about the interview. 

Abandoning your inhibitions you gently took Miguel in your hands. You cautiously lifted your thumb to slide over his shiny tip that gleamed with precum. A shuddering breath escaped the Spider-Man’s lips as your eyes slipped up to catch Miguel just as his eyes slipped closed. You forced the smile threatening to grace your lips down and decided to follow through on Miguel’s earlier words by wrapping your tongue around his tip. Your tongue swirled over him, tasting his precum that was a bit salty but not unpleasant to have cover your tastebuds. You flicked your tongue over him once more as a harsh breath escaped Miguel’s mouth.

“Mierda…” you hear Miguel mutter under his heavy breath, his voice was quiet and yet held a tense restraint. 

You let Miguel’s reaction spur you on as you finally take him deeper into your mouth. When your lips wrap around his shaft a guttural groan falls from Miguel’s lips, you feel his callused hands entangle in your hair, gripping the roots slightly and urging you on as you take even more of him. 

Every flick of your tongue, every slide of your lips had Miguel groaning into the charged air, his deep voice encouraged you to keep going even as his tip hit the back of your throat.

“Fuck, ninfa…” Miguel huffed, his eyes cracking open to watch your mouth slide over him. The image was enough to make him come but he kept himself under control as your eyes met, both glazed over in lust and desire as you continued sucking him.

After a second you slid your mouth off of Miguel, letting a string of saliva connect your puffy lips to his dick. Your hands replace your lips as they grip his shaft and pump him, your saliva acting as a great lubricant while your hands grasped Miguel’s slick throbbing dick.

“Stand up, _____. I want to taste you.” Miguel ordered, his voice low and sultry. 

You had no qualms in giving in to his order as you stood up, your hand still pumping him. With no pretense, Miguel’s expansive hand grabbed the back of your neck, squeezing softly as he pressed you against him, his lips slotting against yours in a passionate slew of kisses.

Your clothes felt suffocating as your body yearned to feel Miguel’s skin against yours- the heat from his body seeping past the fabric of your suit. You figured Miguel felt the same when he pulled back a second later and flicked his eyes over your body.

“Take your suit off,” he commanded, his tongue running across his bottom lip impatiently. 

You gave Miguel a licentious smile before taking off your suit, your movements are slow and deliberate. If you were going to have Miguel’s full attention then you were going to make the most of it. Your suit eventually rolls off of your body, falling to the floor with abandon.

Miguel’s eyes widen ever so slightly at the sight of you. He takes in every curve your body has to offer, lingering on the swell of your breasts as his eyes glint hungrily. “Come here, muñeca.”

Once in front of him, Miguel’s hands eagerly wrap around your waist, hiking one of your legs up to wrap around his torso. The movement allowed Miguel’s dick to rub against your center which was slick with your arousal. A soft moan fell from your lips at the brush of friction, your walls clenched in agony at being deprived of the delectable cock sitting just a few inches away from your entrance. 

“You sound amazing, _____. I want to hear more,” Miguel whispered into your ear before his tongue dipped out to trace the shell of your ear.

A shiver ran down your body as your hands wrapped around Miguel’s broad back, the skin had a few scars running along the cords of his shoulder blades but that only turned you on more at seeing how resilient he was during his battles. You were excited to be working with him but at this moment all you could think about was him working you out until you were broken in his arms. 

“I want to feel more, Miguel.” you breathed, your breathing quickening as Miguel’s dick once again brushed your center teasingly.

“Patience, nenita. I haven’t had my fill of you yet.” With a wicked grin, Miguel ignored the ache in between your legs and instead pressed his lips against yours once again.

You felt Miguel’s sharp canines nibble against your bottom lip, threatening to bite down on you which only heightened your desire for him. His tongue followed the path his teeth had nipped at, soothing the pain with a flick before sliding between your lips, demanding entrance that you granted. Your hands snaked up to his hair, entangling in his brown locks as a soft growl escaped his lips that reverberated into the kiss. You hummed in pleasure at the sound before Miguel’s lips left yours and traversed the heated skin of your cheek, jawline, and finally your neck. 

The thrum of your heartbeat echoed in your throat as Miguel sucked and nipped at the skin, leaving you pining for him, practically whimpering for more as his mouth teased your skin. All the while his dick continued brushing against you, your clit pulsing with need at Miguel’s torturous touch. 

“Miguel, please!” you plead, your voice high and airy as you tilt your head back slightly, allowing Miguel better access to your neck.

“Please what? You’re going to have to beg for it, _____.” Miguel’s teeth skimmed the top of your collarbone temptingly, the sting of his teeth only adding to your need for him.

Uncaring of any sort of pride or ego you once held onto your hands gripped Miguel’s shoulders in a plea as you begged, “please, Miguel! I want to feel you inside me! Please give it to me!” 

A sly smirk flashed across the man’s plush lips, exposing his sharp teeth as his eyes shined at you, their red color ablaze. “Good girl,” he complimented, his voice low.

You watched as Miguel adjusted your positions, his hand hiking up your thigh that wrapped around him while his other hand aligned his dick with your entrance. His tip teasingly pressed into you as another agonizing moan slipped from your lips. Miguel smiled at your desperation before giving in to your desires and pushing himself deep into you, his tip burrowing inside you, hitting everything on its way in. Your walls stretched to accommodate his girth as your mingled moans created a symphony of licentious sounds to entertain the dark walls that watch you in silent passivity.

After giving you a brief second to adjust to him Miguel pulled out only to plunge back into you. The sensation of him moving against you was almost too much as you gripped his shoulders harder while he drilled into you. His pace was punishing as his hips pistoned against you allowing his dick to hit your cervix every single time, eliciting loud shuddering moans to ripple from your lips in unabashed pleasure. 

Cracking your eyes open in your haze of pleasure revealed Miguel enjoying it as much as you. His teeth were clenched as strained grunts escaped his lips, and a few strands of his hair landed across his forehead which was covered in a light sheen of sweat that made his skin look golden under the lights. He was so incredibly beautiful. You let your lips capture him in a searing kiss which was followed by a moan from both of you. Without warning you felt Miguel’s other hand slip to your ass, gripping it tightly while his other hand did the same. You then felt Miguel’s grip on you tighten before hoisting you up, holding you against him in his strong arms as his dick kept moving inside you. 

You were amazed at his strength. You supposed it should make sense with him being Spider-Man, but you still couldn’t help but feel a thrill run through you as Miguel’s hands held onto your ass while your hands latched around his neck, your lips still moving in tandem. You felt the pleasure in your abdomen beginning to build the longer the two of you fucked. 

From this angle, Miguel’s cock with every stroke, every thrust, was hitting everything and driving you absolutely insane. His name fell from your lips naturally as your body began to tense up. 

“Let go, _____. I wanna see what your body looks like when overcome with pleasure.” Miguel whispered hotly against your ear.

His command was enough for your body to succumb to the sensations flooding through you. Your body tensed before a white-hot light scorched your body as your orgasm wracked through you, causing you to shudder and tremble in Miguel’s arms.

“Beautiful…” you heard Miguel mumble as he watched your orgasm with wrapped attention. 

Seeing you so fulfilled only helped his own climax as he kept dicking you down. His voice was hoarse and gruff as his moans tumbled from his lips, his chest heaving as harsh breaths fell out of his mouth. 

“Where do you want me to come?” he asked, his hips beginning to stutter.

“Inside…” you panted, your hands still clinging to his back.

“You sure?” he gave you one last questioning look as his orgasm started to approach.

You nodded,  “yes. I want to feel you fill me up.” 

You were on birth control so getting pregnant wasn’t a concern for you. All you wanted was to feel Miguel release inside you, a true testament to your time together. Without further questioning, Miguel nodded, trusting your words as his orgasm overtook him. His head threw back as a strained groan left his lips and spilled into the empty room, echoing off of the walls. You felt him release inside you, bringing about a strange sense of comfort as you watched the mighty Spider-Man tremble beneath you.

As Miguel came down from his high he gently placed you back on the ground, but didn’t completely disentangle himself from you. His strong arms held onto you as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before muttering, “welcome to Spider Society, nenita.”

You chuckled at his words before reciprocating the kiss. You could tell you were going to like it here, “thanks, Miguel. I look forward to working with you.”

Miguel looked into your eyes, a gleam of amusement passing over his gaze as the passionate embers in his eyes took you in as a sensual smile curled the edges of his soft lips. His sharp canines reminded you of the way they felt scraping against your skin as his touch tightened and his deep husky voice responded back to you, “as do I, _____. There’s a lot I’m looking forward to showing you.”

You weren’t sure what was ahead of you now that you were the newest agent in the Spider Society, but you definitely were looking forward to it- especially if sessions like these with Miguel were going to be reoccurring. You pressed another kiss to his soft lips as he returned your fervor with equal intensity, the empty room was the only witness to your passionate whims.

Where is Everybody?

Hello there! So, this post here is gonna be a doozy, but I need to get some things off my chest and hopefully, I can get some answers at the end of the day.

For the last few months, I’ve noticed a significant downtick in interactions on here. And it’s not just for my blog, quite a few of my moots seem to going through the same issue as well.

On top of that, the ever-present issue of liking over reblogging seems to have just gotten worse.

The main question I want to ask is why?

Keep reading

Swimmin’ In Sinners (yg x hs) ||+18||

{one-shot +3 parts}

•Notes•

Pairing: Criminal Yoongi x Police Officer Hoseok

Genre: eventual smut, teasing, bickering, slight fluff

Summary: In the 1930s with the Prohibition Act in full effect, Min Yoongi, the owner of a local speakeasy settled in the heart of New York is barely able to make ends meet. But when the appearance of a mysterious and alluring police officer comes to shut down his bar, will Yoongi have to face the federal consequences of his actions, or will this sinner be able to swim in his desires?

Part 1 word count: 1,762

A/N: enjoy! No warnings apply to this!

Parts: one, two, three

-`ღ´- ~~~~~~~ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧~~~~~~~ -`ღ´-

Act One

The new decade brought in by the 1930s and ruled by Herbert Hoover for the second term was one of innovation. Clothing was changing: girls' waists were cinched and men’s hats were getting bigger and Hollywood had become a staple in the media and global influence. But for most, the 1930s was a time for rolling up their sleeves and getting to work after the ramifications of the market crash affected almost every household.

But for Min Yoongi, the 1930s meant a bad omen for his speakeasy. Even before prohibition, Yoongi had enough to worry about with the feds breathing down his alley and getting enough supplies to keep the business afloat. But once prohibition was passed everything was raised “to all hell.”

“Ah, but we’re doing alright, ain’t we?”

Yoongi rolled his eyes as he counted the money he made for the night. The dim lights did little to help him but his eyes had become accustomed to the stuffy dark atmosphere and still easily counted the bills stuffed in his hand. “If being $20 short is ‘alright’ to you then, yeah. We’re doing just fine, Taehyung.”

“Relax, will you? We’ll make it up.” Taehyung answered from the barstool in front of Yoongi. A bright glimmer shot across his almond-shaped eyes as his voice perked up in anticipation, “how’s about I go up on stage again? The crowd loved it last time and I’ve been rehearsing.”

A small smirk graced Yoongi’s lips at the thought of a hopeful Taehyung bouncing onto the stage to sing one of his favorite jazz songs. “As much I’d love for you to showcase your talent, I need you behind the bar.”

Taehyung’s smile didn’t diminish as he quipped readily, “Jungkook can handle it! I’ve been teaching him-”

“-Not with my supplies I hope.”

“Of course not, he’s been practicing at my place. He’s a pretty quick learner, Yoongi. I’m sure if you gave him a chance he could be more than a busboy!”

The urgency in Taehyung’s usually relaxed tone caught Yoongi’s eye as he put the cash he made into a white envelope. He rested his gaze upon the younger man in front of him, he was dashing with his chestnut swept-back hair and pink tongue darting out to lick his lips in anticipation.

“You’re really gunning for Jungkook, aren’t ya?”

Taehyung nodded vehemently, causing Yoongi to sigh. Even with it being the 1930s Taehyung had been upfront about his sexuality ever since the two had met and Yoongi was fine with it, being gay never affected Taehyung’s performance as a bartender and so he didn't make a big fuss over it. What did irritate Yoongi, was when Taehyung’s weekly crushes would distract him from his priorities and this week’s crush on the newly hired fresh-faced busboy from Missouri was beginning to rear its ugly head.

Yoongi always joked about Taehyung’s naive heart, who would always claim he had found the love of his life only to get bored and move on. Yoongi figured it would take a few more years for Taehyung to truly understand what love was, so for now, Yoongi let him carry on with his antics. But ever since Jungkook flashed his youthful smile Taehyung had been completely driven to have Yoongi promote him to a higher position. And unfortunately, Taehyung was a great persuader and a damn good bartender. At least good enough for Yoongi to trust him.

“You’re sure he can handle it?”

Taehyung nodded again, the smile on his lips widening as Yoongi hung his head to face the glossed wooden bar counter before lifting it to face his friend.

“One night. If he screws it up he’s back on dish duty, Taehyung.”

The younger man practically leaped out of his seat as he clamored over the counter to enwrap Yoongi into a tight hug before darting out of the room to presumably tell his crush the good news, leaving Yoongi alone to shake his head and finish cleaning the bar on his own.

As the man grabbed a dirty white rag from under the counter and began wiping down the countertops, memories of past lovers floated through his head. When he was young, ambitious, and free of crime (well most crime) Yoongi dabbled in the dating scene, leaving hearts behind and having his abandoned as well. Youth is a time for exploration, a blank canvas ready for the strokes of colorful paint to define it and that’s exactly what Yoongi did.

He couldn’t say he was mad at Taehyung for wanting to do the same (even if it was more impassioned) as when the nights were cold and Yoongi’s bed seemed especially empty, he couldn’t help but picture someone there to assuage his desires and put his neglected body at ease and send him down a river of nirvana.

Yoongi huffed a despondent puff of air as he finished up his daily routine of cleaning up the speakeasy before heading up to his apartment above the bar to sleep in a bed made much too large for one person.

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“Face it, Jung. Chief’s gonna fire ya.”

Jung Hoseok, who had barely any time to himself, was now dealing with the foolishness of his colleague who interrupted the one break the man had gotten all day.

With a tired sigh, Hoseok put his turkey sandwich down before gazing to look at his friend who sat across from him at his desk. A look of disheartened sadness was painted across his striking face.

“What’re you going on about now, Namjoon?”

“It’s not me you should be worried about. It’s the Chief.” Namjoon gestured over his shoulder to the Chief’s office whose blinds obstructed the view inside. “Told me to send you to his office after your break.”

Hoseok sighed as a small smile graced his lips, “well if he called me my break must be over then. I’ll see you on the other side.”

“I hope not!” Hoseok heard his friend call back to him as he made his way to the office.

He was sure Namjoon was just being dramatic as usual but figured coming in with a cautious and formal attitude would be a great start to a potential firing. As if the job market wasn’t already scarce, finding another would be damn near impossible with the economy the country was hassled in right now.

As Hoseok made his way to the door he went over all the possible things he may have done wrong. Was it when he screwed up that parking ticket? Or when he was scolded for being late (on account of Namjoon’s car breaking down), or for forgetting his badge when on patrol?

Soon the door to the office swung open after Hoseok knocked gently on it to be greeted by his Chief, a small smile plastered on his face.

“Jung, come in, have a seat. There are some things I need to discuss with you.” Hoseok did as he was told while the older man sat across from him at his desk that was adorned in family photos and awards. The smell of jet black coffee permeated the night air as the Chief continued talking, “you’ve been doing good the past few weeks, Jung. You’re a great officer.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“With all this mess going on with the economy people seemed to have lost their doggone minds.” The Chief commented, disbelief clear in his tone as he shook his head.

“Times are hard, sir.”

The man nodded, “yes, they are. Especially with this prohibition act. It seems coffee just isn’t the best substitute for the good stuff, you see?” He flashed a smile as a faint laugh escaped his mustache-covered lips.

Hoseok replied with a polite laugh of his own, but a life without alcohol sure as hell wasn’t a laughing matter when you spend all day filing paperwork and chasing criminals only to come home with nothing to take the stress off.

The Chief sighed as a sad smile graced his lips before he looked at Hoseok. A glimmer of something indiscernible in his eye, a sign that he was now getting down to business. “I didn’t call you in here just to bump gums with you but to actually assign you to something. Goes along with the prohibition actually.”

Hoseok nodded and leaned in slightly in his chair as the older man pulled out a manila folder from his desk and handed it over to Hoseok, “the federal government wants to crack down on speakeasies. Apparently, they’ve been popping up all over the country but especially in the apple. And as the NYPD, we gotta uphold the government's wishes.”

Hoseok tentatively listened until his eyes snagged onto something in the folder before he glanced up at the older man, “uh Chief? It says here that we’re-”

“-On a payroll? Yeah, we’ve been protecting some of the speakeasies, under the radar of course. They supply alcohol to some important people, Jung. But with the government breathing down our backs we’re going to have to close a few of them. We’ll take down some of the bigger names to set an example and leave a few of them to survive under our watch.”

Hoseok wasn’t paid to preach his morals, he was paid to do a job. So even with the corruption of the system that prided itself on justice, Hoseok simply nodded as the Chief began running down a list of extra information included in the folder before sending him away.

“So… when’s your last day?” Namjoon asked once Hoseok settled himself back into his seat and picked his sandwich up nonchalantly.

“You’re such a crumb, Namjoon. I should’ve known better than to trust a clown like you.” Hoseok chuckled before taking a glorious bite of his sandwich.

“What? Whaddya mean? I heard that-”

“You heard nothing so stop telling a story. I wasn’t fired.”

“You weren’t?”

Hoseok shook his head as a confused Namjoon slowly descended into his chair, a mix of happiness and confusion written over his face.

“So if he didn’t call you to fire you, what did he want?”

Hoseok offered his friend a small smirk and lift of his eyebrows before swallowing a bite of his food, “he gave me an assignment.”

Namjoon cocked an eyebrow as he leaned forward cautiously as if distrusting his friend's sudden smile, “what assignment?”

Hoseok flashed a full smile before leaning his head back on his chair and declaring with a light tone, “we, my friend, are going to take down New York’s biggest speakeasies.”

A Dose of TLC (jk x jm)

Notes•

Pairing: Bartender Jungkook x Customer Jimin

Genre: strangers to lovers, slight smut (mild), au, bar, flirting, comfort

Summary: After Jimin completely breaks things off with his boyfriend of two years he's in the need of a distraction…

Warnings: emotional pain/emotional hurt, slight swearing, implied/referenced drug use, mild eventual smut

WC: 8,349

Enjoy!

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Jimin had just about had it with his boyfriend. The two years of trust, care, and love he had devoted and poured into his partner were wasted and spilled all over their bed as Jimin stormed out of the room after witnessing his boyfriend fucking someone else upon entering his bedroom.

“Baby- wait!”

Jimin ignored the pleas of his now ex-boyfriend as he snatched his car keys from the kitchen counter, quickly striding over to the front door before he felt a hot hand grip his shoulder.

“Fuck off!” he shouted, disgust framing the scowl on his face at the thought of his ex-boyfriend's hand on his body after it had touched someone else.

“Jimin- wait, please! It isn’t what it looks like.”

The man rolled his eyes as he did his best to keep the hot streaks of anger from spilling over his eyes.

“Yeah right, Taehyung. This is the second fucking time- and in our bed no less!”

The wispy tresses of the fall breeze cascaded over Jimin’s face once he made it out of the apartment building, Taehyung hot on his heels, his pleading voice quickly turning into annoyance at Jimin’s uncooperativeness.

“Jesus Jimin. Slow the fuck down! You’re being dramatic!”

The man couldn't believe the words being spewed from his ex-lover’s lips. He wouldn’t let his manipulative boyfriend talk him back into his arms again and instead focused on clearing his tear-blurred eyesight enough to spot his car in the parking garage.

“Baby, c’mon. What’re you doing?” Taehyung asked once Jimin approached his car, the vehicle chirped obediently at the click of the man’s keys.

“The fuck does it look like I’m doing, Taehyung?”

Not waiting for another response Jimin gripped the door handle of his black BMW before hauling it open and hurridly plopping himself into the sleek leather seats while Taehyung rushed to the driver’s side- narrowly avoiding getting his hand crushed in between the car door when he caught the edge of the metal frame, holding it open.

“Move or I’ll break your hand,” Jimin growled as he tried to shut the door close but sadly his boyfriend was stronger and was able to hold his stance.

“Jimin- listen. What you saw… it-it was a mistake, I swear. I’d never intentionally do anything to hurt you.”

“Great speech. Are you done now?”

The taller man huffed at his boyfriend’s response, his patience running thin as he did his best to appease him. “Really Jimin? This is how you act when I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you? This is why we could never work out.”

Jimin could feel his eyes practically fly out of his sockets, was his boyfriend always this tone-deaf? He couldn’t help but stare dumbfoundedly at the man currently stopping him from leaving, his sharp dark eyebrows furrowed thus creasing his forehead, and his eyes were filled with a brooding darkness that honed in on Jimin’s startled gaze.

“You really want to know why we never worked out? It was because you couldn’t keep it in your fucking pants and because I could never call out your manipulative bullshit. But that changes today. I’m done, Taehyung. Don’t call me, don’t text me, don’t talk to me– we’re over.” With one last look at his past, Jimin saw a flash of the joyful memories he once had with his boyfriend that had long passed before shoving the man’s hand off of his door and closing it.

Jimin had to leave, he didn’t know where the hell was going to go but he just needed to get away from the memories that plagued him at his apartment. His thoughts were all scrambled in his head and he could feel his chest begin to restrict and contract with anxiety while his heart knocked against his rib cage, a dull ache filling up the beating vessel.

He wouldn’t- no- he couldn’t think about his now ex. This day marked the beginning of a new era for Jimin. As much as he felt himself wanting to pull the car over and break down on the side of the road he instead forced his foot to press harder on the gas pedal. He needed to get away, he needed a distraction. He knew he made the right choice breaking it off with Taehyung but the pull of pain he felt at leaving the person he thought he loved for two years was a difficult adversary to ignore.

Jimin supposed that his body thought alcohol would help in quieting his pain as he soon found himself in front of one of his favorite gay bars. He used to frequent it often as his friend worked there but once he got into a relationship Taehyung demanded that he stopped going since he feared Jimin would hook up with someone from the bar.

Jimin snorted bitterly as he recalled the memory and made his way inside the club. When he entered he noted the changes that were made since the last time he had visited which included the remodeled dance floor that showcased the multicolored LED square tiles that lit up the squirming bodies that stood atop it. On the far side of the club was the bar that was now decorated in black marble countertops that matched the black walls.

Overall the bar seemed to take on a more sleek industrial theme that Jimin could appreciate as he made his way over to the bar. If he was going to get over his breakup and lavish in his newfound freedom he’d definitely need some liquor in his system as a means of liberation.

“That edible I took must’ve been laced with something unless the real Park Jimin is standing in front of me right now!”

“Taking drugs on the job, I’m appalled Mr. Kim Namjoon. I might just have to report you to Seokjin.”

Once Jimin reached the bar he was met by his friend who swiftly made his way around the counter to embrace him in a bone-crushing hug, his muscle-toned arms completely overtaking the smaller man.

“Ah, don’t worry about Jin. I have very effective ways of appeasing him…” Jimin shoved Namjoon’s arm as he observed the salacious look his friend had sent him.

“Gross. I see the two of you are still going strong.”

“Being fuck buddies with my boss is probably the best idea I’ve ever had.”

Jimin rolled his eyes as he took a seat on one of the plush bar stools while his friend went back to his station behind the somewhat crowded bar, “yeah until he finds out what a whore you are and fires you.”

Namjoon put a dramatic finger to his lips as he puckered them, “I can’t help it if I like to explore.”

A pang of hurt shot through Jimin’s eyes as he recalled his boyfriend doing some “exploring” of his own. Damn it, he came here to forget his problems and catching up on Namjoon’s latest conquests definitely wasn’t helping.

“So what brings you here?” the older man asked, thankfully moving on to a new subject after catching the solemn expression his friend made, much to Jimin’s oblivion.

“Just wanted to be out,” the cocked eyebrow on Namjoon’s face was enough to force a sigh out of the younger man as he knew Namjoon was aware of Taehyung’s ban on the place. As much as he wanted to just pretend that stint of his life didn’t exist- he couldn’t. Because his relationship with Taehyung did exist. And it took up a big part of his life that he couldn’t just drink away with a shot of tequila despite how much he wished he could. And so it was with a heavy breath that Jimin briefly filled his friend in on the events that occurred not two hours earlier.

“And you came here right after telling him off?”

Jimin nodded as his eyes picked at the bar counter until he heard his friend make a sound of joy. Snapping his head up to face his friend Jimin was met with Namjoon sporting a wide with his head thrown back, revealing several of the neck tattoos he had gotten on a whim.

“About damn time, Jimin! This calls for a fucking celebration!” Namjoon swiftly turned his back to his friend as he began picking up various bottles and glasses, his tone overcome with happiness that left Jimin speechless.

“‘About damn time’…? Wh-what are you… were you waiting for me to break up with Taehy-”

“Ah! Don’t even say that prick’s name. Tonight is all about you and your newfound freedom!”

Jimin couldn’t believe the enthusiastic reaction he was receiving from his best friend. He knew that Namjoon was never fond of Taehyung, especially after the first time he had cheated on Jimin, but it was still shocking to see how excited Namjoon was. Jimin figured that normal friends of someone who got cheated on would provide comfort rather than copious amounts of alcohol but obviously, Namjoon was not a “normal friend”.

“I got your favorite!” Namjoon turned around to reveal the three shot glasses he had been making, “top shelf shit.”

“Are you allowed to give me this? I thought this stuff was reserved for private parties.” Jimin was never one to turn down free alcohol but after abandoning the club for so long he felt like a foreigner and didn’t want to draw any more attention to him as Namjoon’s shouting had already caught the eyes of the nearby patrons.

“Don’t worry about it, Jimin. I’ll deal with Jin later,” as if settling the matter Namjoon pushed a shot glass into his nervous friend’s hand before grabbing one himself and lifting it up above him, gesturing for Jimin to do the same, “to new and exciting sex!”

Rather than ask why that was a top priority for Namjoon to cheer to, Jimin simply laughed and cheered along with his friend before throwing back the burning liquid that slid down his throat.

“So… what else has changed since I’ve been here? I see you’ve remodeled.” Jimin cleared his throat from the bitter alcohol while nodding to the new countertops as his friend poured him another shot before drinking the third shot he brought with him.

“Mmh, yeah. Jin came into some money from his side business and decided to jazz up the place to draw in more customers. And with the flood of new customers pouring in he had to hire more staff.” Namjoon paused to take a shot with his friend and after chasing it with the glass of water he poured he continued, “I gotta tell you- some of the people he hired are hot as fuck. I gotta introduce you to-”

Namjoon’s words suddenly stopped short as he snapped his head towards a familiar voice that had thrown his name into the air. Jimin did his best to hide back the laugh threatening to slip from his lips as he immediately knew the hell Namjoon was about to get and quickly poured himself another shot.

“Kim Namjoon! I know you aren’t giving away all my top-shelf liquor.”

From a door hidden to the left of the bar emerged a pissed Seokjin whose eyes narrowed dangerously onto his employee. His usual crisp suit only further heightened his menacing aura as he marched his way toward Namjoon.

“Jinnie! Listen I know you said not to use the top-shelf alcohol without authorization but-”

“But what, Namjoon? What could possibly have caused you to use my alcohol when I distinctly remember expressing to you that-”

When Jin was close enough to spot Jimin sitting at the bar he stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes locking in on his friend before a small warming smile shifted his once scowling expression to one of fondness.

“Jimin… what a surprise. It’s been a while, I’m glad to see that you’re well.”

Jimin bowed his head with a smile of his own, “hey Jin. Nice to see that you’re still chewing this asshole out when he needs it.”

“Hey!” Namjoon’s voice interjected with disbelief staining his tone as Jin quickly remembered why he had left his office in the first place.

“Right. I seem to be doing it more often than I’d like.”

“But you see why I did it! It’s Jimin!”

Jin simply pursed his lips as he folded his arms and stared sternly at the man. Namjoon didn’t seem fazed, however, as he simply slid on an easygoing smile that showcased his dimples before simmering closer to Jin and wrapping his strong arms around the man’s small waist, pulling him flush against Namjoon’s torso. He then leaned his mouth to the side of Jin’s reddening face despite the firm expression he wore.

Jimin could just barely make out the mumbled words Namjoon whispered into his employer’s blushing ear, “c’mon Jinnie~ I promise to make it up to you if you let it slide just this once…”

Jimin watched with curiosity as a tense second passed between the two until finally, Namjoon’s charm seemed to soften Jin up as the older man sighed and agreed to not duel out any punishment for spending his expensive alcohol.

“Dick must be good…” Jimin mumbled mindlessly, pouring himself another drink while his two friends began not-so-subtly flirting.

Jimin wasn’t jealous of their relationship or anything, but he did wish he could have someone to use as a distraction to take his mind off of the only person he had let touch him for the last 2 years.

“Hey- Jimin-” at the sound of his name the man forced the small frown away from his lips and looked up to face Namjoon who still had Jin wrapped in his arms, “I’m gonna go help Jin with some business in the back.”

“Uh huh, business. Sure…”

A small chuckle slipped from Namjoon’s lips, “yeah, you know how it is. Anyways I don’t want to cut your celebration short so I’m gonna send over one of the new hires I was telling you about. He’s super chill and sexy as fuck. I think he’ll be able to hold it down until I get back, okay?”

Without waiting for a response Namjoon quickly signaled to someone further down the bar who was currently being blocked by the crowd of people before giving Jimin one last charming smile and dragging Jin away to the office.

Jimin simply sighed before making a move for the abandoned bottle of tequila but was intercepted by a hand that pulled the bottle out of his reach. Jimin felt like he was tipsy enough to have the confidence to curse out whoever took away his last chance at forgetting his ex until his narrowed eyes snapped up to face the owner of the hand.

“You the guy Namjoon wanted me to pour for?”

Holy shit.

Namjoon wasn’t kidding when he said the new hires were hot- hell they were more than hot. If the strapping man standing before him was any indication it was no surprise that this place was booming with customers if all the staff looked like demons spawned from hell to fulfill every sinful desire a mortal may have.

“I was hoping you could do a little more than that…”

This guy, whoever he was, looked like the incarnation of sex. Jimin barely processed what he had said as his eyes roamed over the man who had tilted his head and raised a finely waxed eyebrow. The slight glint of his lip piercing teased Jimin from its position on the man’s small yet pouty pink lips. His soft-looking black hair was styled as a mullet, the ends of his hair curled around his neck while his parted bangs fanned the sides of his angular face. His doe-like eyes seemed to sear deep into Jimin’s soul. His eyes almost appeared to contain a certain darkness that lurked just beneath his gaze… it wasn’t malicious but rather heated and intense, forcing Jimin to break eye contact.

Instead, he turned his attention to cascade over the fabric covering the man’s body. He sported a tucked white button-up shirt paired with heavily ripped black jeans that teetered the line between professional and casual. The shirt revealed just enough of the bartender’s collarbone to warrant thoughts of imagining what lies further below on his body.

He exuded a sense of authority and power despite him being a newly hired bartender and suddenly Jimin was thankful that his best friend was such a fuck boy and allowed him to meet this beautiful man.

“Careful. I charge by the hour.” the man had quipped back, forcing Jimin out of his analysis and back into the club that was now doused in slowly flashing white strobe lights. “So what’ll you have? Seems like there’s no budget for you… must be special.”

“Special is one way to put it but I’ll take a martini.”

The bartender simply nodded with a quirked eyebrow and a small smile as he began gathering the ingredients he would need for the drink. When he turned around Jimin took the time to admire the way his shirt hugged the toned muscles of his back and the curve of his ass in his tight jeans.

“I didn’t catch your name,” Jimin managed to formulate a few words to make conversation, figuring that it might be more productive than staring at the man’s ass.

“Didn’t throw it.”

“Oh what? You charge for that too?”

Turning around, the man had a shaker in one hand and a martini glass in the other that he placed right in front of Jimin. He eyed him warily as if trying to work out his angle but if Jimin was honest with himself he was just tipsy and horny, he wasn’t sure how that was translating though, and hoped the bartender wasn’t put off by his barely cognizant words.

“And what if I do? Do you think you have enough to afford it?” in one swift movement, the man had leaned himself over the counter, one hand holding himself up as his face fell a breath away from Jimin who could barely swallow the dried spit that had settled on his tongue. He could practically see the man’s nonexistent pores if he tried hard enough and at the swipe of his pink tongue across his lips Jimin felt his eyes dart down to catch the action, the bartender’s lips suddenly glistening and tempting enough to taste.

Fuck, he wanted him bad.

But he had to get himself under control, a guy as good-looking as him had to pull with just a blink of his long eyelashes and Jimin refused to fold that quickly. He at least wanted to challenge the guy a bit, it made the ultimate goal that much more satisfying when rewarded.

Before Jimin could say or do anything he noticed the bartender pull back, an empty shaker hanging from his hand. That’s when Jimin noticed his martini glass was now miraculously filled and realized that the man had leaned in so closely to fill his drink and not for any other nefarious purposes.

“Well, how much are you worth?” Jimin almost forgot to respond to the awaiting bartender as he shifted his gaze to his drink, his hands gently clasped the shimmering stem and raised it up to his lips.

“How much do you think?”

“You tell me.”

“Mmh, I’d rather show you.”

Jimin felt his hand shake slightly as he did his best to not choke on the alcohol that had just slipped into his mouth. It had been a while since he had someone be so forward with him and now that he seemingly piqued the interest of the hot bartender he felt all that more flustered.

“I’ll give you a free pass for now though. I’m Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook.”

“Park Jimin.”

“So, Jimin. What brings you here?”

“I just wanted a nice distraction.”

Jungkook smirked at that, his lips lifting slightly to reveal his shiny teeth, “it’s a good thing you met me then.”

Jimin cocked an eyebrow as he took another sip from his drink before he responded, “oh? And why is that?”

“Because it looks like I’ve already got you thoroughly distracted with my presence alone,” the bartender’s tone was low and smooth as he spoke, almost as if he was casting a spell on Jimin which only worked to prove his point further.

He had, in fact, forgotten about Taehyung the second this man had walked up to him, but that didn’t mean he needed to know that. So he forced a scoff to escape his lips as he leaned back a bit in his chair with his arms and legs crossed as a means to come off as nonchalant as possible.

“And who told you that?”

“Just that little blush on your cheeks,” without warning Jungkook had leaned over the counter once again but this time it was his arms that reached out to Jimin as a slender finger brushed lightly against his flushed cheek. The short-lasting touch felt like it had imprinted onto Jimin’s cheek once Jungkook pulled back with a self-satisfied smirk. His finger was so warm when it tenderly caressed his cheek and the movement had also caused the sleeves of Jungkook’s shirt to ride up a little, revealing a full sleeve of tattoos that only turned Jimin on even more. “Hm, your cheeks look a little redder now…”

“That’s not fair! You took me by surprise.”

“Who said anything about being fair? I distracted you didn’t I? Seems like I did my job.”

“If that’s how you complete jobs I’m surprised you haven’t been fired yet.” Jimin couldn’t help the slight pout of his lips as the alcohol in his system seemed to make him more bratty than usual.

Jungkook, however, appeared to be mildly entertained by the man in front of him but before he could tease him further a voice from further down the bar broke through the atmosphere.

“Kook! Need you down here!”

Jimin lifted his head up to try to connect a face to the disembodied voice but was only met with the teeming bodies of bartenders rushing around to complete orders and patrons chatting jovially with drinks in their hands.

Turning his attention back to Jungkook Jimin noted the way his tongue poked the inside of his cheek, his furrowed eyebrows and his hip leaning against the side of the counter.

“Sorry, cutie. Duty calls. I had fun being your distraction though… find me if you need another,” with a wink and a flash of his smile the man was gone, weaving his way behind the bar and toward the voice that had called him.

Left with nothing but his thoughts and a half-empty martini Jimin felt the rush of his blood swell in his cheeks as he did his best to calm the beat of his heart. This Jungkook fellow definitely had a slick tongue and Jimin wanted to see if it could do more than just talk. They had only conversed for a few minutes and yet the man had ignited a flame of desire within him that had once been put out by his ex. Jimin hadn’t felt this infatuated with someone in a long time and he wasn’t sure how to take it.

Was Jungkook’s words an invitation for more? Did he really want him to find him and ask for sex? Was sex what he was even offering? What if he just meant that he’d make him another drink and Jimin just read the situation entirely wrong?

He couldn’t take the embarrassment if he asked the bartender to sleep with him and was rejected.

“Jimin!”

Hearing his name the man shook his head to clear his thoughts and when he returned back to reality he was met with his friend standing in front of him, his clothes ruffled and hair sticking up in places it hadn’t before.

“Namjoon…? What’re you doing back here? I thought you and Jin-”

Namjoon nodded with a sigh, his thumb swiping over his puffy lip, “Jin got a call and had to take it so he kicked me out. Just when things were getting good too.” he huffed despondently at the interruption.

“Okay. Didn’t need that extra detail at the end but…”

Namjoon brushed off Jimin’s comment as his head swiveled around the bar before landing back on his friend, a raised eyebrow prompting his question, “where’s Jungkook?”

“Oh. Someone called him for something. He just left.”

“Damn it, did you at least get some blow while I was away?”

“Namjoon, what?” Jimin couldn’t help the shock that filtered through his voice at the implication his friend had made, “it’s only been a few minutes!”

“That’s still enough time to-”

“Joon, all we did was talk and it was… nice. He was cool. I liked him.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes, “yeah, yeah that’s nice but I was hoping you’d do a bit more than that. I could’ve sworn he was your type…”

Jimin felt his cheeks get hot as he recalled the way Jungkook had looked at him with his wide eyes and pierced lips. “He’s not not my type…”

“Huh?”

“I mean he wasn’t that bad… he was kinda cute…” Jimin’s voice trailed off as he talked, his mumbled words of admission making it hard to face his friend who stared confoundedly at him.

“What? Jimin I can’t hear you.”

“He was hot, okay? He was beautiful and I wanted him to fuck me right here on this counter, you happy?” Jimin knew he was drawing attention with how loud he was shouting, but he was too heated to care at the moment.

“Well I’m glad you admitted it but what are you doing telling me? Go and tell him and then get laid.”

“You make it sound easy…”

“It literally is.”

Jimin simply shook his head as his eyes lowered back down to his martini glass, his small fingers fiddling with the drink.

A second of terse quiet settled between the two, the background noise of people talking and laughing along with the pumping bass from the music filling the space between them before Namjoon’s voice broke the quiet, his tone uncharacteristically gentle.

“Listen, Jimin… I know you're still dealing with the breakup and I don’t want to pressure you into anything you don’t want to do but… if you like Jungkook and want to do something with him then I think you should and not just because I heard he’s packing.” Jimin couldn’t help the small smile that spread across his lips as he listened to his friend talk, “I think Jungkook could help you move on, but only if you want him to. It’s up to you and I’ll respect whatever you decide to choose.”

“Thanks, Namjoon. I appreciate that, seriously.”

Namjoon nodded with a small smirk before raising his hands, “what can I say? I can be gentle when I need to be. Besides the hoes love duality.”

Jimin shook his head at his friend who simply laughed at his own corny joke before focusing back on what he was going to do. It didn’t take long for him to come to a conclusion when he realized his ex had probably already moved on and fucked about three people up till this point. It was his turn to have some fun.

With his resolve set, Jimin picked up his drink and finished it off in one fell swoop before hopping down from his seat and marching off in the direction he saw Jungkook walk in, the sounds of his friends' hoops and hollers echoing behind him.

Forcing himself through the crowd of people who had gathered around the bar was hell but Jimin was determined as he mumbled out apologies whenever he elbowed someone until his ears latched onto the sound of someone's voice from behind the bar.

“Kook, can you go get some more cocktail glasses from the kitchen? We’re running low.”

Snapping his head up Jimin caught sight of Jungkook as he just finished pouring a customer’s drink, the white strobe lights created shadows that flashed over his face and swallowed his eyes in darkness. He nodded his head to whoever had called him and made his way to the side of the bar, lifting the countertop up and heading towards the kitchen.

Jimin never felt himself speed walk faster than he did when he followed after Jungkook who was halfway to the kitchen before he caught up to him. Grasping his arm, Jimin stopped the bartender who turned around with confusion written over his face that quickly morphed into amusement upon meeting Jimin’s face.

“Jimin? Did you follow me?”

“Yes, yes I did.”

Jungkook smiled devilishly at Jimin’s straightforwardness before speaking, his voice raised a bit louder due to the music blaring next to them, “did you need something?”

The shorter man felt his tongue run dry as he did his best to not let his words falter. He wanted- needed this man and he’d be damned if he messed it up now after embarrassing himself by chasing after him. So with a steadying breath, Jimin squared his eyes on Jungkook and tested his luck.

“I was looking for another distraction if the offer was still open?”

Jimin was slightly taken aback at the smile that had widened on the bartender’s face. His smile was surprisingly… cute? His two front teeth were a bit longer than the others and his wide eyes were crescent-shaped as his nose scrunched up slightly making the intimidating man look almost innocent.

“The offer is very much still open,” those words almost made Jimin’s knees weak as he held back the giggle of excitement he felt in his throat, “my shift ends in ten. You think you could be good and wait for me at the front till then? I’ll make it worth your while.”

Jimin nodded obediently at the man’s request eliciting another smile from Jungkook who caressed his cheek before winking and heading back to carry out his last-minute duties. Jimin couldn’t be more excited as he quickly made his way to the front of the club but not before throwing Namjoon a thumbs up from across the room.

It didn’t take long for Jungkook to finish up his shift and soon the two left the dark building together to enter the dark of the night that was dotted with the small scattered lights of the distant stars. The winter breeze was cutting through Jimin’s shirt but luckily Jungkook’s leather jacket that he had let him wear on their way to his car was enough to keep him relatively warm. Jimin had sobered up for the most part by this point but they both agreed it would still be best to take Jungkook’s car to his apartment rather than risk Jimin driving. There was also a small chance that Jimin’s ex could still be in his apartment and the last thing the man needed was to see Taehyung interact with his one-night stand and ruin his night.

“I’m surprised you asked me to spend the night with you.” Jungkook’s voice forced Jimin away from his increasingly burdensome thoughts as the two sped down the empty highway.

The concentrated orange lights from the lampposts doused Jungkook’s skin with a warm glow as he drove with one hand on the steering wheel while the other rubbed small circles along Jimin’s inner thigh.

His touch made it hard for the smaller man to concentrate but he did his best to answer his question with a semblance of thought, “you were surprised? Why?”

Jungkook shrugged as a lazy smile spread across his lips, “you looked content on your own, honestly.”

“Looks can be deceiving…”

A second of silence swooped over the two and Jimin began to regret saying anything. He couldn’t exactly read the look on Jungkook’s face but figured he definitely killed the mood. Why would he say something like that to someone who was practically a stranger? Jungkook didn’t want to hear about his problems and Jimin needed to get them back on track if they were gonna enjoy their night together.

With renewed vigor Jimin cleared his throat before he spoke, his voice taking on an airy tone that matched the quiet of the night around them, “but you were hard to resist…” as he spoke Jimin moved his hand to land on top of Jungkook’s thigh, his fingers moving closer and closer to the precipice of the man’s desire with each word he uttered.

“Jimin…” Jungkook’s voice was low almost blending into the hum of the car engine that rumbled softly underneath them.

Jimin couldn’t tell if his companion was warning him to stop or probing him to keep going but regardless he kept his hand lightly tracing over the ever-hardening bulge that pushed against the tight fabric of Jungkook’s pants.

“Jimin…” Jungkook’s voice was followed by an unsteady breath of air, as if talking took a great deal of effort while he flexed his hands that gripped the steering wheel, “as good as that feels if you don’t stop I’m going to end up crashing this car.”

“Hm… but you feel so good under my touch.” Jimin punctuated his words with a tight squeeze of Jungkook’s bulge who grunted in response, the sound sending blood rushing down Jimin’s body.

Rather than respond Jungkook took a tight breath of air before seemingly pressing harder on the gas pedal sending the car further down the highway. Jimin took a steadying breath as he watched the trees and street lights fly by him, the bass from the music playing lulled him into a peaceful state while he did his best to calm down the fast beat of his heart.

The rest of the drive was relatively uneventful as the pair quickly made it back to the apartment complex Jungkook resided at. As the two got into the elevator headed for the fifth floor Jimin took note of how nice everything looked, he figured these apartments were new and when he walked into Jungkook’s spacious apartment it was even more evident.

Everything in the apartment was clean and the furniture looked well-kept as Jimin was led into the bedroom that sported a large king-sized bed with a fluffy gray comforter.

“Ah! Sorry about the mess, I was in a rush earlier,” Jimin turned in time to see Jungkook picking up a pile of scattered clothes before tossing them into his closet.

“It’s fine… that’s not what I was focusing on anyways…” the slow drawl of Jimin’s voice seemed to catch the bartender’s attention as the man’s once apologetic eyes became hooded and dark within the dim room, the only light illuminating each other was from the haunting glow of the moon.

Rather than wait for a response Jimin simply walked up to Jungkook before slowly backing him up against his bed, forcing the man to sit. His wide eyes never left Jimin’s face until the man in question began slowly stripping off his clothes, his hands running smoothly over his bare chest once his shirt fluttered off of his body.

Jimin wasn’t exactly sure what he was doing when he began taking off his shirt. In all honestly, he was just improvising; especially when he straddled Jungkook whose hands instinctively clutched his lower back. Jimin thought he was doing well with all things considered.

Taehyung was never one for foreplay or romance during sex, intimacy just wasn’t something he would initiate, and thus Jimin was left with the responsibility to force the love and intimacy that should have already been present in the relationship. At first, Jimin figured that they were going through a rough patch and that if he just kept improving his sex game then eventually Taehyung would reciprocate. It wasn’t until Jimin first caught his ex-boyfriend cheating that it all started to click.

“Jimin…? Are you okay?”

Shaking his head, Jimin was met with Jungkook’s furrowed eyebrows and shallow frown. Shit, he was messing this up by thinking about his dumb ex.

“Yeah, I’m fine sorry.”

Jungkook cocked an eyebrow, “are you sure?”

“Totally,” not wanting to feel Jungkook’s inquisitive stare, Jimin leaned his lips to the side of the bartender’s face before peppering him with small pecks and moving his hips in a small circular motion over Jungkook’s bulge.

The low raspy moan that escaped Jungkook’s lips was like music to Jimin’s ears as he pressed himself further into the man’s lap.

“You feel so good…”

Jimin smiled to himself at the confession before whispering back, “I taste even better.”

“May I get a free sample?”

Leaning back Jimin was greeted by Jungkook’s intense expression. His eyes were bright even in the darkness of his room and his skin looked just as soft as the bed he was sitting on. Jimin watched Jungkook’s eyes dart down to his lips before meeting his gaze once again, a silent prose for permission which Jimin granted with a small nod.

Without further pretense, Jungkook leaned in slowly before pressing his lips upon Jimin’s. His kisses were so… different from Taehyung which is to be expected but even still the man couldn’t help the small gasp of surprise that escaped him when feeling the gentle and patient lips that careened over him.

While it felt nice Jimin couldn’t seem to rid himself of a feeling he could only recognize as disgust and shame. How did he not realize sooner that Taehyung had stopped loving him a long time ago? There was a time when he used to kiss Jimin the same way Jungkook was, with tenderness and care but after a while, those kisses turned into quick pecks on the cheek and eventually nothing at all.

He was pathetic. Pathetic for staying with someone who cared so little about him and pathetic for letting the man still have control over him at a time when he should be enjoying himself. Jimin was so overwhelmed by his thoughts that he didn’t even notice that Jungkook had stopped kissing him and instead studied him for a few seconds before breaking the trance Jimin seemed to be in.

“Jimin, what’s wrong? Seriously.”

Hearing the genuine concern lace Jungkook’s voice is what pulled Jimin away from his thoughts, his eyes blurring from unshed tears that he did his best to blink away.

“Was it me? You can tell me if you’re uncomfortable and want to leave. I’ll understand. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“No! No, it-it’s not you, I swear. I’m just-” Jimin couldn’t bring himself to finish his sentence when he looked at the man in front of him. Jungkook didn’t deserve this. He didn’t need Jimin to trauma-dump on him.

“What is it, Jimin? You can tell me, I won’t judge. Actually… hold on.” Without warning Jungkook gently moved Jimin off of his lap before rushing out of the room.

Jimin heard the sound of cabinets opening and closing along before seeing Jungkook come back in a few seconds later with a full glass in his hand.

“Iced tea. It helps calm me down, so I figured it might help you too. I hope you don’t mind.” Passing the drink to Jimin, Jungkook took a seat next to him on the bed while still leaving a respectable amount of space between them.

Jimin was grateful for how careful and patient Jungkook was being with him but he couldn’t help the burning sense of shame he felt imprint on his cheeks. He truly did want to sleep with Jungkook but he couldn’t help but be reminded of how horribly Taehyung had treated him when in comparison to this stranger who was so kind to him.

A few seconds of quiet filled the dark room while Jimin took the time to collect his thoughts, the tea helped in soothing his intrusive thoughts. He knew Jungkook wasn’t going to ask him to explain himself, but Jimin still felt like he owed him an explanation, if for nothing else, for his own peace of mind.

“I know I probably seem crazy…” Jimin’s voice was soft as he angled his face to the ground, his eyes trying their best to focus on the small details of the tan carpet rather than on Jungkook’s gaze.

“No, of course not.”

Jimin laughed dryly, “you don’t have to lie. I know I look like a mess it’s just… I had just broken up with my boyfriend earlier today. I, uh, caught him cheating on me in our apartment.” Jimin held his breath as he waited to hear some sort of scolding or chastising from Jungkook but was instead met with silence, prompting him to continue before he lost his nerve. “I guess seeing the way you’ve treated me made me realize just how broken my relationship was.”

A pair of warm hands enveloped Jimin as he spoke, his words cracking as he did his best to choke down a sob from exiting his lips. Jungkook’s strong arms held onto Jimin, his thumb rubbing small circles over his bare arm while Jimin rested his head against Jungkook’s chest, his heartbeat thumping in a comforting rhythm. For a while, no one moved. Jungkook was so warm and being encapsulated in his arms lulled Jimin into a state of pure contentment after his admission.

“Y’know… I’ve had my fair share of relationships. About half of them have ended with my sorry ass crying on the couch while watching a corny romance movie even though I was the one who ended the relationships.” Jungkook’s voice was soft and low, his warm tone resembling a cozy fire that kept you safe in the midst of winter, “it’s okay to feel hurt, Jimin. To grieve. You’re not crazy for having a normal human reaction to a relationship ending.”

“I know, I just don’t want you to think I’m using you for a rebound or anything I just-”

“If you’re not ready that’s totally fine. Honestly, I’m okay with just watching a movie if that’ll make you feel better. And not to brag but my movie collection is pretty superior.”

That earned a small chuckle from Jimin who agreed to Jungkook’s proposition as the pair then moved to the living room. Jungkook let Jimin pick the first movie while he made them popcorn before they both settled down on the leather couch.

Jimin, who was now wearing one of Jungkook’s band t-shirts, made himself comfortable on the couch with his legs curled up under the oversized shirt while leaning into Jungkook’s side as a large blanket covered the two. At first, Jimin felt a bit sheepish about watching movies with someone he was planning on having sex with but Jungkook never made Jimin feel bad about it and instead would make corny jokes about the movie and tell small anecdotes of memories he had connected to the movie.

“-and then they stood on top of the counter and reenacted the pose. They had the DJ change the music and everything too.”

“You’re lying!”

“I swear I’m not!”

Jimin couldn’t help the string of laughter that left his lips as his brain conjured up a visual of Jungkook’s story, “there’s no way Namjoon and Jin reenacted that titanic scene at the bar.”

Jungkook huffed despondently before reaching to grab his phone with a determined look plastered over his face, “we can call Jin and ask him-”

“No! I believe you.” with a laugh Jimin leaned over Jungkook to grab the phone before he lifted the device out of Jimin’s reach, leaving him an inch away from Jungkook’s face.

A second of tentative divisiveness clouded Jimin’s head as he simply stared at Jungkook who did the same. As the moment stretched on and the movie became a forgotten memory playing quietly in the background Jimin felt his own desire to pleasure Jungkook begin to fill his head.

Here he was with this gorgeous man looking at him with his beautiful bright eyes, how was he supposed to resist him? Without uttering a word Jimin pressed a quick kiss to the bartender’s lips before he moved off of the couch and positioned himself to be stationed in front of Jungkook’s legs. With a slow and sensual touch, Jimin eased open Jungkook’s legs while his eyes stayed focused on the bartender’s cautious yet intrigued reaction. Jimin ran the pads of his fingertips lightly over the dark denim fabric, his fingers brushing against Jungkook’s bulge eliciting a small gasp of surprise from the man above. But before he could go further, Jimin’s hands were overtaken by Jungkooks’ who gazed down at him with a worried expression.

“You don’t have to do this, Jimin. I know you’re still mourning your last relationship and I don’t want you to feel like you owe me any sexual favors if that’s not what you want to do.”

Jimin sweetly smiled up at Jungkook, he couldn’t believe just how mature he really was and it only made Jimin more firm in what he was going to do. “I appreciate that Jungkook, I really do. But trust me, I want to do this. Will you let me?”

The man in question seemed stunned by Jimin’s response as he only managed a quick nod of his head. His eyes somehow widened even more as he watched Jimin work.

Pulling Jungkook’s hardened cock from undeneath his tight boxers left Jimin practically salivating at the sight, this man had probably one of the prettiest dicks in the world. His blushing pink tip glistened with precum as the sticky substance rolled delicately down Jungkook’s veiny curved shaft. Jimin wasted no time connecting his lips to the tip, smearing the precum across his lips before dashing his tongue out to taste it, his eyes snapping up to catch the moan that left Jungkook’s lips who watched in anticipation.

He tasted sweet which was a good sign as Jimin wasn’t sure if he could handle giving head to someone whose cum tasted like battery acid. Moving his lips further down the tip Jimin made sure to accentuate the movements of his tongue by delicately lavishing the slit of Jungkook’s cock before he relaxed his jaw and took more of the bartender into his mouth.

“F-fuck, Jimin…” Jungkook’s voice was hoarse and strained while he spoke, from the corner of his eye Jimin observed the way he clenched the forgotten blanket, his knuckles turning a ghostly white from the pressure.

Rather than respond Jimin simply hummed before he gradually moved his mouth up and down Jungkook’s shaft, his ministrations leaving a trail of saliva over the throbbing cock. The deeper Jimin took him the louder Jungkook became, glancing up at the bartender left a stunning visual of Jungkook’s head rolled back, his eyes clenched shut, and gorgeous lips rippling with explicit sounds.

Briefly lifting his mouth off of Jungkook’s dick Jimin wrapped his hands around the base of the shaft and began pumping Jungkook’s cock, his saliva making a great lubricant that allowed for his hands to move at a quick pace. Jungkook practically whined once Jimin switched to giving him a handjob, his voice sounding almost like he was singing with his high-pitched pleas for release and praise.

Not wanting to interrupt the flow, after a few more seconds Jimin once again connected his mouth back onto Jungkook’s tip, his tongue swirling over the reddening skin before completely covering the top half of Jungkook’s length while his hands worked on the base of the shaft.

From the breathless pants and incoherent words, it was clear Jungkook was close to his climax and with that in mind Jimin made sure to suck a bit harder, the sound of his mouth enveloping Jungkook’s cock echoed throughout the dark empty apartment and Jimin lavished at how beautifully Jungkook’s moans rang out into the air. It only took a few more good sucks until Jungkook’s strangled voice called out that he was about to cum.

Jimin didn’t let up though as the warning fell on deaf ears, he really wanted to taste Jungkook again and kept his mouth wrapped around the man before feeling a burst of heat coat his lips and tastebuds. Jimin relished in the feeling of Jungkook’s cum in his mouth, swallowing happily at the fact that he was able to help the bartender reach his orgasim relatively quickly after not giving any head for the past few months.

Once Jimin was sure Jungkook had come down from his high he removed his mouth with a ‘pop’ before sitting back up on the couch, his lips still tingling from the whole session.

“Wow… that was…” Jungkook looked dazed as he turned to face Jimin with his dilated eyes and agape mouth, “wow.”

Jimin chuckled at the man’s astonished expression, “they don’t call me the throat goat for nothing, y’know.”

That earned a hearty laugh from Jungkook who flung his head back on the couch, “you’re amazing… truly.”

Jimin felt his heart swell with warmth at Jungkook’s words. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever see the man again but right now that didn’t matter. Leaning closer to him Jimin felt their two lips collide and mold into one another, the kiss was heated and passionate and Jimin loved the feeling of Jungkook’s tongue fondling with his own.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to…” Jungkook’s words were muttered hurriedly before diving back into the kiss, his hands wrapping tightly around Jimin’s waist.

“No, I’m fine seriously. Pleasing you was hot enough. You look cute when you come, by the way.”

“Hopefully I can say the same to you one day.”

Jimin preened at Jungkook’s words. So he did want to see him again. Jimin wasn’t mad at the proposition and as the two continued their heated makeout session (while occasionally rewinding the movie before returning to kissing), he felt himself become excited for whatever his future held for him and was grateful for finding someone to help him bury his past.

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