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Jimin wasn’t really looking for anything when he first stepped foot in the club that night. It was just him, Taehyung and Hoseok for a change since Jungkook had been caught with a fake I.D. and was looking for someone who would make him a better one.
Still, it was hard to ignore the pair of eyes staring at him from the bar area as he let the music dictate how he moved his body. Dancing had always been a passion for Jimin and it came naturally to him, but having an audience made it even more satisfying.
He made eye contact with the guy a few times, his blonde hair and fancy clothes making him stand out in the crowd. Jimin made sure to keep his movements on the provocative side, enjoying how the stranger seemed to be completely hypnotized by his body.
“I think I might be onto something.” Jimin said on Taehyung’s ear before walking towards the bar. “Take a picture.” Jimin said as leaned against the counter and brushed hair away from his eyes. “It lasts longer.” He didn’t miss the way the other man smirked at the teasing tone.
“Longer than you will if I get my hands on you tonight.” Jimin didn’t let himself waver at the straightforward answer; instead he took a step closer and licked his lips. “What’s your name?”
“Jimin.” He smiled. “So you know what you’ll be moaning at the end of the night.” The man smiled and nodded in approval.
“Yoongi…” He took a sip from his glass. “Though I bet it sounds a lot better coming from that mouth of yours.”
Jimin licked his lips again and sat down at one of the stools. “Buy me a drink?”
“Take your pick.” Yoongi shrugged and nodded when Jimin told the bartender what he wanted. “Nice choice.”
“I wouldn’t have set my eyes on you if I didn’t have a good taste, would I?” Jimin made a point of looking him up and down before smiling.
“Good and expensive, it seems.”
“Money can take you anywhere in life…” He leaned in closer and placed a hand on Yoongi’s thigh. “Where can you take me tonight?”
“Higher than you’ve ever been before.”
Talking to Yoongi was easy, Jimin realized not long after that. Past the flirty and provocative, he had a beautiful smile and a passion that was hard to find. It wasn’t usually how Jimin did things, he didn’t bother getting to know his one night stands and he sometimes didn’t even care to ask for names; but Yoongi had a different feeling to him that drew Jimin in completely.
Despite that, they were still both interested in only one thing and it wasn’t long before they were in a car back to Yoongi’s place.
“Holy shit…” Jimin muttered as he exited the car and Yoongi laughed softly behind him. “This is where you live?” He looked up to see if he could find where the building ended – he couldn’t.
“Are you coming in? The fun is all on the inside.”
Yoongi put a light hand on the small of Jimin’s back and guided him through the glass doors and fancy reception – where a man bowed politely at them before going back to his job – and into an elevator the size of Jimin’s bathroom at home.
“Are you seriously so rich you live in a penthouse in one of the most expensive buildings in Seoul?” Yoongi smiled and shrugged, stepping right into Jimin’s personal space despite having so much room.
“Being a CEO does have its upsides…” He whispered and stared at Jimin’s plump lips, their faces mere centimeters apart. “You’re so pretty.”
Jimin blushed and looked away, making Yoongi’s lips land on his cheek in the process. Yoongi smiled and kissed the corner of his mouth softly before using his index finger to pull Jimin’s face closer to his again. He didn’t look away when Yoongi leaned in to kiss him this time.
All the softness Yoongi had displayed just a few seconds ago was gone the moment their lips met. He forced Jimin’s mouth open with his tongue, rejoicing on the moan that escaped the younger boy, and pressed him against the cold metal wall of the elevator not even bothering to keep his hands to himself.
“Wait…” Jimin panted and put a minimal distance between them. “Isn’t there a camera in here?”
Yoongi smirked and playfully bit Jimin’s bottom lip. “And here I was thinking you would be turned on by that.” He let his left hand slide out of under Jimin’s shirt and onto the curve of his ass, using that as advantage to pin Jimin in place and grind their hips together.
The action had Jimin groaning and letting his head fall back, eyes closed and lips parted. Yoongi took that as an opportunity to lean in and taste the unmarked skin of his neck, an extremely sensitive part of Jimin’s body, he noted when the younger boy’s hand immediately tangled in his hair at the slightest bite.
Yoongi didn’t think he had ever been so thankful for the elevator ride to his floor being so long than he was right then, since it gave him the opportunity to mark Jimin however he wanted and rejoice in all the little sounds dancing on his lips. When the voice finally announced their arrival, Yoongi almost didn’t want to pull himself away from Jimin. The dazed look on the younger’s face made Yoongi want to take him right there and not care about the consequences of having sex in a public space.
He took Jimin by the hand and nearly dragged him out of the elevator, not even looking his way as he busied himself with opening the door. Jimin came up behind him and pressed their bodies together, sucking at Yoongi’s earlobe as he ran his hands down his chest and pulled his shirt from out of his pants.
Yoongi didn’t waste time with a house tour and led Jimin straight to his bedroom. Once they were inside, he trapped Jimin against the door and resumed working on his neck as the boy unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his shoulders. He tugged at Jimin’s tank top as he sucked one last hickey on his neck and felt a shiver running through his body at what he found underneath it.
“Fuck, I hit the jackpot tonight, didn’t I?” Yoongi breathed out as he ran his fingers down the contour of Jimin’s abs.
“You have no idea.” Jimin answered with a smirk before dropping to his knees.
He stared up at Yoongi as he pulled down his pants and took him in his hands. Jimin licked a stripe up Yoongi’s length that had the older groaning and letting his head fall back, action that made the younger pull away.
“Don’t you want to watch me, Yoongi?” Jimin said and batted his eyelashes, as if he was the most innocent kid in the block.
“Fuck, Jimin.”
Yoongi looked back just in time to see Jimin wrap his perfect pink lips around him and go as deep as he could, and a curse escaped his lips at the sensation. Jimin didn’t break eye contact as he hollowed his cheeks and sucked, moving his head up and down and swirling his tongue around the slit.
Jimin relaxed his gag reflex and focused on taking Yoongi even deeper, the tip of his dick hitting the back of his throat, and Yoongi couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He tangled a hand in the younger’s hair and thrust his hips up, surprised at the low moan that made its way out of Jimin’s mouth and seemed to reverberate through his entire body.
He did it again, since Jimin appeared to have enjoyed it the first time and sure enough, another moan came out of Jimin’s mouth, this time accompanied by a challenging look that could only be taken as an invitation. Yoongi started a steady pace, then, snapping his hips back and forth and gripping Jimin’s hair so tight it probably hurt; not that Jimin cared, if anything his hands held onto Yoongi’s hips to bring him even closer.
“Shit.” Yoongi muttered when felt the familiar heart pool low in his stomach and decided it was time to stop.
He pushed Jimin away and watched as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and smirked at him before he rose to his feet and got rid of his pants. They were kissing again in less than a second, Yoongi pushing Jimin down on the bed so hard the younger groaned at the impact.
Yoongi positioned himself in between Jimin’s thighs and rolled his hips so that their dicks brushed against each other. Jimin moaned and wrapped his legs around the older’s hips to bring him closer and get that wonderful friction again, their lips meeting in a hungry kiss as Yoongi moved.
“Can I fuck you?” Yoongi braced himself on his elbows to take a proper look at the boy underneath him: his hair was a mess, lips pink and swollen, neck painted red and purple from Yoongi’s mouth and his eyes were hazy and asking for more; the sight was downright sinful.
“Why are you even asking?” Jimin said, breathing heavy. He moaned when Yoongi reached between them to start stroking him slowly.
“Because I’m not an asshole and I need to know if you’re on board.” Yoongi argued with his eyebrows raised and Jimin bit his lip, pulling the older by the neck to whisper in his ear.
“Fuck me as hard as you can, Yoongi. Make me remember you.”
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“You can stay if you want… I really don’t mind.” Yoongi said as he watched Jimin put his underwear back on and noticed how the younger boy flushed at his words. Truthfully, he usually would mind but Jimin didn’t feel like a normal one night stand.
“I, um… I have school in the morning.” Jimin cleared his throat, visibly embarrassed at having to disclose that information.
Yoongi sighed. “Please tell me you’re not underage.” Jimin laughed and Yoongi was lost in the sound for a moment.
“I’m nineteen, don’t worry.” He assured as he kneeled on the floor to look in his jeans’ pockets for his phone. “How old are you by the way?”
“Twenty-six.” Jimin turned to stare at him so fast he almost went dizzy. “I know, I know… I don’t look that old.”
“You really don’t…” Jimin smiled. “Hyung.” The word slipped from his lips so sweetly Yoongi couldn’t help but smile too. He got up from his lying position to sit behind Jimin, who was now with his back facing him and focused on his phone.
“Drop the formalities. And don’t worry about school, I’ll send someone to drop you there in the morning.” Yoongi kissed behind Jimin’s ear and supported himself on his knees so that he could wrap his arms around the younger’s body. “Who are you texting?”
“Just letting my best friend know I won’t be going back to his house.” Jimin typed as he talked and Yoongi read over his shoulder.
“Good.” He pulled at Jimin’s hair to have a better access at his neck and continued to leave a trail of kisses there.
“Are you trying to start round two?” Jimin smiled as he put his phone on the nightstand.
“If you’re up for it.” Yoongi stopped to give Jimin an out but was instead pushed on the bed and landed on his back, Jimin crawling in between his legs.
“I’m always up for it.”
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Jimin woke up to the sun creeping through the window, blinds already opened, and to the sound of the shower running not far from where he was. He blinked a few times to wake himself and sat up, reaching for his phone to check the time and groaning when he realized he could have slept for fifteen more minutes. He sent a quick text to Taehyung asking him to please not forget his bag and lied back down.
Yoongi came out of the bathroom not long after and found Jimin looking up at him from the bed. He looked adorable with his messy hair and sleepy eyes, a complete opposite from the boy nearly screaming for more the previous night.
“Good morning.” Yoongi said and Jimin blinked at him before sitting up. He rubbed his eyes and Yoongi wanted to hit himself for being so enchanted by it.
“Good morning, hyung.”
“Don’t.” Yoongi made a face and Jimin frowned. “Call me by my name.” Jimin’s frown gave place to a smile at that and he got up. “Clean towels in the bathroom, take the time you need.”
When Jimin went back to the bedroom – not after spending a good five minutes thinking how that bathroom was the size of his room and another ten just enjoying how amazing the water pressure was – Yoongi was finishing the knot on his tie.
“I didn’t think you could look better than you did last night… I was wrong.” Jimin said and Yoongi breathed out a laugh as he eyed the boy up and down; his body was covered in the marks he had left and it ignited something warm in the pit of his stomach. Most likely possessiveness since the next thing he said was,
“Listen, I have some clothes you can borrow. I’m sure there’s something in here that will fit you.”
“Oh, it’s fine. Taehyung has my school uniform, I’ll just wear my clothes from yesterday and change when I get there.” Jimin said, towel firmly wrapped around his hips but low enough that Yoongi couldn’t help but stare.
“Do you really want to get to school in leather pants and a tank top?” Yoongi raised his eyebrows and Jimin sighed, realizing he was right. “Suit yourself.” The older smiled as he opened his closet door and let Jimin go in. “Don’t take too long, though. We don’t want to be late.”
Jimin watched as Yoongi left him alone and hoped this didn’t turn out as just another one night stand.
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Min Yoongi at 19:45
Free tonight?
Jimin smiled and closed his math book, rolling in bed so that he was lying on his back and staring at the cracked screen of his phone wondering if he could bribe Jihyun into helping him sneak out for the night or if he should just text Taehyung to cover for him and say he was spending the night over.
You at 19:52
Hmm, I don’t know
What’s in it for me?
Min Yoongi at 19:54
I’ll make you come so hard you’ll black out
Twice, if you behave
Min Yoongi at 19:56
Oh, and I bought you something
You at 19:57
Where do I meet you?
Min Yoongi at 20:00
I’ll send a car
It took less than twenty minutes for a black car to arrive in front of Jimin’s house. He walked out as unsuspiciously as he could, having warned his parents that he wouldn’t be spending the night home – to which they responded surprisingly well – and got in, already feeling the adrenaline pumping in his blood. He pulled out his phone to complete an essential part of his plans for the night.
You at 20:16
If anyone asks I’m at your house and will stay there
By anyone I mean Jihyun, mom or dad
Taehyungie at 20:16
what are you up to???
You at 20:16
(:
Taehyungie at 20:17
just please don’t get arrested
You at 20:17
I don’t make promises I can’t keep
Jimin walked through the reception without any trouble; he had been there pretty regularly in the past week and it seemed like every single person who worked there already knew him. He wondered what they thought of a boy in a high school uniform coming in and going out of the penthouse that was home to a man years older than him, especially with all the compromising footage they could get if they were watching the elevator cameras.
The customary five minutes from the first floor to Yoongi’s apartment seemed longer than usual, even more so given the fact that he had company up until floor 22 and couldn’t pace around like he wanted to. When, finally, he stepped into Yoongi’s floor, he found the door open and didn’t waste any more time outside.
“Yoongi?” He called and put his bag on the floor next to a couch. Yoongi came out of the kitchen a moment later and his whole face lit up when he spotted Jimin. “You know, you shouldn’t leave your door open like this… Someone could break in.”
“You already have…” Yoongi said and something about his tone sent butterflies flying in Jimin’s stomach. “Your parents?” He asked as Jimin took off his shoes.
“They think I’m at Taehyung’s house… Emergency studying session or something.” Jimin smiled, playing innocent, and Yoongi walked over to him.
“Are you being naughty, Jimin-ah?” He nuzzled against Jimin’s neck and pressed their bodies close together.
“Always.” Jimin reached out to run his fingers through Yoongi’s hair, successfully destroying the discreet style he used for work.
“That’s my boy.”
Jimin smiled sweetly before pulling Yoongi in for a kiss that was the exact opposite of what the curve of his lips showed. He explored Yoongi’s mouth with his tongue as he worked on his dress shirt, pulling it out of his pants and unbuttoning it.
It took every ounce of strength from Yoongi to push Jimin away so he could talk.
“What’s wrong?” Jimin pouted and damn, if that didn’t make Yoongi want to give him everything he asked right then and there.
“I said I bought you something…” He pulled Jimin by the hand and led him to his bedroom. “Let me give it to you before we start.”
“Why can’t it wait?” Jimin whined but let himself be guided through the place anyway. “Is it panties or something?”
Yoongi stopped by the door. “No… But I can get you some if you’re into that.”
Jimin blushed but didn’t break eye contact as he smirked. “Well, I wouldn’t mind putting on a show for you if you asked.”
“You’re so distracting, Park Jimin…” Yoongi muttered and Jimin laughed as they walked in and the younger flopped himself down on the bed. He watched as Yoongi opened a drawer and pulled a blue velvet box out of it. “Hope you like it.”
“What’s this?” Jimin eyed the rectangular box before accepting it.
“Open it.” Yoongi encouraged with his hands in his pockets.
Jimin gasped when he did and his eyes nearly popped out; inside was a delicate bracelet adorned with tiny stones that looked more expensive than all Jimin’s organs combined.
“It’s white gold and diamonds…” The older said nonchalantly and Jimin raised his eyebrows at him in shock before an idea struck him.
“Are you trying to buy me, Yoongi-ah?” He smiled knowingly.
“If you want…” Yoongi shrugged and Jimin realized he was serious.
“What are you proposing?” He looked at the bracelet in his hands again then back at the man in front of him.
“An arrangement of sorts… You know how much I love your mouth wrapped around my dick; I know how much you love my bank account… It all works out.”
Jimin bit his lower lip as he considered what Yoongi had just said. He hadn’t been direct with his words but Jimin knew exactly what kind of arrangement he was talking about and, well, it didn’t bother him one bit. He put down the box he was still holding and smiled sweetly as he made his way over to where Yoongi was standing, not thinking twice before gently pushing him down on the bed and straddling him.
“I’d love that…” Jimin whispered and kissed just below Yoongi’s ear. “Daddy.”