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Yoongi hadn’t had dick in a while. So he scans the crowd and doesn’t see anyone worth noting. So he turns to grinder.
Yes he was at his friend Namjoon’s album launch at some seedy underground bar and yes he was there to be supportive and whatnot, but no he was NOT above lurking through grinder for some hot and messy hookup. He was here, on a Friday night running on less sleep than should be legally allowed for a functioning human being. And he was horny. His finals had really kicked him in the butt, and he needed stress relief. Or as Hoseok so elegantly put it, Hyung, you need the stress fucked out of you.
God he just wants to get pressed into a mattress and have sex so good he feels it into next summer.
Yoongi knew creeping on grinder wasn’t the best way to find someone to… warm his bed. But it was his best bet right now. Bar hookups were volatile. He wasn’t so sure about Namjoon’s crowd, what with how homophobic some rappers could be. And he knows, he’s in that crowd too. And despite how he dresses –an often all-black ensemble complete with dark locks and a “no fucks given” face, he often attracts big hunky men who want to own his ass, just because of his size. And while he was the stereotypical twink, with soft features and a small stature, he hated the kind he attracted because of his looks.
But then he hears a laugh and looks up.
He sees him. The dude is tall, muscular, a bit on the lighter side, though not as fair as he is. His hair is platinum blonde, a contrast to Yoongi’s own dark locks. Yoongi writes him off as some alpha male wanna-be, with his stupidly broad shoulders and hooded gaze. And no matter how good this man looks, Yoongi had sworn off alpha-male dick for good. Not after his last hookup where the subpar sex did not make up for hearing about the toxic masculinity, the rando was spouting.
So it was a no for mister shoulders with the broad shoulders and pouty lips. And fuck, he just pushed his hair back and exposed his forehead. Fuck. He was off-limits. And while Yoongi couldn’t touch but that didn’t stop him from looking.
Anyway he had a hookup to get to. Yoongi looks back down at his phone.
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[An hour ago]
So grinder it was. A quick and easy hookup. Straightforward and simple.
Ding! A notification. He unlocks his phone and takes a look.
Jin: DTF? Yoongi sees plump lips that are slightly parted, with a tongue sticking out. The guy is in a pink sweater, and his picture only shows the bottom half of his face. The guy looks… Soft? Great, another bottom. He thinks to himself. He doesn’t top if he can help it.
Yoongi: Right to the sex, huh?
Three dots appear, showing that the guy, Jin, is typing a reply.
Jin: What, I was asking if you wanted to go to Din Tai Fung. The reply says.
Yoongi: Well I wasn’t looking for a dumpling date. Yoongi replies. The guy looks like a total pillow princess and that is NOT what Yoongi is looking for right now. He hates his biology, and while he tries to avoid looking like a typical bottom, he absolutely loves it. He loves feeling small, being caged in. He loves the feeling of long hands massaging his prostate, scissoring in his tight hole just to get him ready. He’s hungry for someone’s thick cock to stretch his walls, and he loves the feeling of getting pounded into. So no, he doesn’t want to look like a stereotypical twink bottom, but damn it to hell if he didn’t fit the mold perfectly.
Jin: You’re the only dumpling I’m interested in, cutie.
Yoongi sighs. His only non-creeper match for the night and they just weren’t sexually compatible.
Yoongi: Well I don’t feel like topping tonight. He replies. Or ever, he thinks to himself. That should deter this guy. He checks his profile. He definitely put “Bottom” as his preference, so why was this guy hitting him up?
Jin: Good, because I am very interested in a cute little thing like you riding my dick.
Yoongi’s lips turn up in interest. So maybe this guy was a versa.
Yoongi: Wow straightforward. He teases back. Maybe this guy could provide some fun, light entertainment. Yoongi checks the guy, Jin’s, profile. What he sees shocks him. While the profile picture of Jin looked soft, the rest of him was definitely hard. One pic is of the guy’s shoulders in what looks like a kitchen. He’s shirtless and broad. He can’t see the guy’s face since he’s back is turned.
He checks out the rest of the guys profile. Height: 5’10, Ethnicity: Asian (Korean), Body Type: Athletic. Relationship status: single.
But then he reads the guy’s bio:
Q: Why doesn't Mario speak often?
A: He has something stuck in his pipes!
A Mario pun. The guy has a damn Mario pun on his bio like some weirdo. He must be some socially inept stalker who lures people in with his sinful lips and huge shoulders. Or his face must be super ugly. Yoongi can’t risk it. He needs to ask.
Yoongi: What’s with the Mario Pun?
Seokjin: Wow, you’re one of the first people to ask about my bio. Everyone on here just checks out my body.
Yoongi: I want to know if you’re a serial killer before I let you anywhere near my ass.
Seokjin: Well since you ask – Wanna be like Mario and get something stuck in your pipes? kekeke.
Greasy. Yoongi thinks. And corny. But this guy seems like too much of an awkward dork to pose any real threat. At least his pickup line was original.
He checks the location and realizes the guy is nearby.
Yoongi: So what happens if I let you… Clean my pipes.
Jin: Let’s just say you’ll be smashed.
Yoongi: Oh god was that a Smash Brothers reference??
Jin: Trust me I can keep going. Kekeke.
Yoongi groans. Brash and cocky, but painfully awkward. Too awkward to be an evil serial killer. And he looked good and broad. At least there was some potential for good dick, if his size was anything to go by. Right?
Yoongi: I’ll be straightforward. Let’s meet up. Where are you rn?
Seokjin: At a friend’s album launch.
Album launch? Wait. Yoongi takes a minute. He looks around. He sees the usual riffraff of the underground rap scene until he catches the eye of mister alpha-male wannabe.
The guy smirks at him, and he looks back to his phone, trying to ignore the heat spreading across his cheeks.
Yoongi: Are you at RM’s launch too?
Jin: Yah, you know RM? He’s pretty good.
Yoongi: He’s good, but my tongue technology’s better.
Yoongi looks up when he hears a laugh. It’s loud and unapologetic, and Yoongi almost gets second-hand embarrassment at how it catches the attention of some of the crowd. And he sees that mister hottie with the broad shoulders and sharp collarbones shrugging his shoulders and breaking character.
He notices the guy is looking at his phone…. With a Mario case.
Oh.
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[Later that evening]
Yoongi hasn’t had dick this good in so long. Scratch that. He doesn’t think he’s had dick this good, EVER. The drag against his walls is phenomenal. It makes him feel hot and tingly all over. He can feel the sweat dripping from his bangs, hitting his nose from the effort of just staying conscious despite the happy hormones flooding his system right now. The thick intrusion is hitting all his right spots. He’s trying so hard to keep quiet but the gasps and moans keep coming out.
“That’s right, baby. Let me hear your moans.”
Yoongi isn’t usually loud during sex but who is he to deny this man his voice?
“Let me see you.” The man says, as he flips Yoongi over. Strength kink +1.
“Want me to keep going?” He hears being whispered along his ear. He gets goosebumps from how good it feels.
“Yes.” His normally deep voice turned high with how wrecked he feels. “Keep going.”
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[The present, kind of]
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The guy Yoongi is checking out has a Mario case. And wait who did he just talk to Mario about? So Yoongi starts looking harder. He notices that the guy wasn’t just wearing a button-down shirt, he’s wearing PEACH button-down shirt. They’re tucked into jeans that looked like sin, with rips that exposed his thighs nicely. The guy had the tiniest waist, and knobby knuckles attached to dainty hands that shouldn’t look that good, but do. So Yoongi takes his time to really size the guy up, until he had reached the man’s exposed collar bones, peeking over the top of his shirt. The guy has a fucking Mario pin on his collar.
Suddenly, he dared to look at this man’s face, only to find the man staring right back at him. Yoongi almost drops his drink.
But the man keeps looking. Staring, more like. He walks and walks and Yoongi has nowhere to run until the man is cowering into his space.
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[After the meet-up]
From the time it takes to get from the bar to Yoongi’s apartment, Yoongi learns that Seokjin is a walking contradiction. At the launch, Seokjin exuded a nonchalance. His neutral face definitely looked cool and enticing, and his gaze while watching the performers on stage could be described as nothing but intimidating. It was a gaze Yoongi couldn’t wait to get on him. Then he approached Yoongi with a model- walk and unaffected air, which made Yoongi shudder in anticipation.
So Yoongi agreed to leave the launch with Seokjin after texting a quick “congrats” to his friend Namjoon. He had followed the taller man out of the bar, suggesting that they go back to his place. His sister was still with his best friend Hoseok and he expected that they wouldn’t be back any time soon.
During the short walk back, Yoongi learns that Seokjin is an actor, doing small shows and print ads while waiting for his big break. His personality shows in that easy way Seokjin makes small talk, as someone experienced in that industry does. He asks about Yoongi’s year (senior) and major (music production). Yoongi finds out Seokjin just enrolled to take up further studies in communication and acting.
“So technically I’m older than you” Yoongi jokes. “My ID is 2015. Yours is 2018.”
“Yah” Seokjin replies, bumping his shoulder against Yoongi. “But I was born one year earlier so I’m still your Hyung.”
“Do you have a Hyung kink?” Yoongi replies jokingly as he tries to keep his balance. Seokjin’s shoulders are like battering rams, after all.
“No, but I’ll definitely make you scream my name later.” Seokjin says, smile causing his cheeks to puff up, his cute smile a complete contradiction to the filth that was coming from his mouth. Yoongi feels his cheeks heating up.
“Why do you have to be so greasy.” Yoongi says, ducking his head to hide his blush.
“What, I like being greasy.” Seokjin replies. He and Yoongi stop right outside his apartment, as Seokjin makes to stand behind Yoongi while Yoongi punches in his passcode for the main door. “You like me being greasy.” Seokjin says in a breathy voice, as he grabs Yoongi’s hips from behind.
“Well stop, it’s gross.” Yoongi replies but he’s closing his eyes and leaning into Seokjin’s touch.
“But if you really didn’t want it, you wouldn’t take me home.” Seokjin replies. “So who wins?”
There’s a kiss at his neck. Yoongi concedes.
He has to. Especially when a tall beautiful dork of a man is mouthing at that spot he likes, the juncture between his neck and shoulder.
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Between the walk up the stairs and the actual sex, Yoongi also learns that the man, or boy, or boy-man can’t keep his hands to himself. During the short walk up, he feels Seokjin massaging his ass as he plods up. When he throws Seokjin a death glare, the boy looks up cheekily and mouths “dumplings.” As he follows Yoongi up, he runs his hands up and down Yoongi’s backs, feeling the slight muscle beneath his skin, caressing Yoongi’s nape. Yoongi tries to keep quiet like a good boy, he really tries. But his breath hitches often and he notices the smirk on Seokjin’s face.
He wants to smack it off him.
So instead he hastily walks to his apartment and does the next best thing.
As soon as the door to Yoongi’s flat closes, he gets to his knees and pops open Seokjin’s pants.
“Wow, we’re really getting to it aren’t we?” Seokjin says, cooly. But Yoongi knows how affected he is, from the hitch in his breath (hah!) to the hand that comes to card through Yoongi’s hair. He doesn’t grab Yoongi’s locks, he’s grateful for that. But Seokjin’s nails do drag against Yoongi’s scalp, and it feels good.
Yoongi’s kneeling down, staring at the tent forming from Seokjin’s erection. He looks up at the taller man through his eyelashes, batting them prettily because he knows he looks good in this position. Hell he had adjusted his shirt to expose his collarbones because he KNOWS how to play his angles.
“May I?” Yoongi asks prettily, his normally deep voice coming out soft as he pouts his lips.
“Please.” Seokjin says, his voice going one octave lower, as he rests his other hand on Yoongi’s shoulder.
And Yoongi gets to work, mouthing at Sepkjin’s clothed cock. He notices how good his underwear feels on his lips. They’re expensive, Yoongi thinks. He hasn’t seen that brand before, but the garter looks pretty.
Well, they’ll be ruined soon.
Seokjin’s hard against his lips, and from this angle Yoongi can tell he’s big. He hasn’t even pulled the man’s cock out of his briefs but Yoongi’s hole is already twitching in anticipation.
But first he needed to show this dork his tongue technology.
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When Yoongi pushes down Seokjin’s boxers, he can’t help but gasp. He looks up at Seokjin and sees the blonde man looking down at him, with a smug look on his face.
“Is this where your confidence comes from?” Yoongi asks as he spits in his hand.
“I’ve been told it gets the job done.” Seokjin smirks, though it looks more like a grimace, as Yoongi proceeds to pump Seokin’s length languidly, the spit easing the slide of his palm across the soft velvety skin.
“A big dick doesn’t equal good sex.” Yoongi says. But he knows the size queen in him doesn’t mean that. The size of Seokjin’s dick definitely matched the broad man.
“Trust me, I’ll blow your world.” Seokjin chuckles. “But you better blow mine first.”
Yoongi rolls his eyes and proceeds to twisting his wrists when he gets to Seokjin’s tip. This brings out another sharp moan from the man, which eggs Yoongi to shift his gaze back to Seokjin’s member. Seokjin’s dick is thick and long, and Yoongi wonders if he could really fit it all into his mouth.
Well, only one way to find out.
Yoongi starts by delivering his signature kitten licks, feeling the hot member twitch as he slowly moves his tongue around Seokjin’s length. He loves the acid taste of precome, as he mouths at the slit. And when he takes Seokjin’s whole dick, the moan that he elicited from the larger man drives him to do more.
While Yoongi is normally slow in his movements, the effect of living off caffeine and less than the recommended hours of sleep, he delivers blowjobs with what can only be described as fervor. And while he usually hates unnecessary movements, his movements during sex have purpose. He hollows his cheeks and swallows, taking more and more of Seokjin’s length in his mouth until the tip hits the back of his throat. He tries to relax his body, as Seokjin’s cock slides down further and further down, past his gag reflex. All those years of unused vocal training led him to his moment, as he holds his breath and opens his throat.
“Fuck,” Seokjin mutters, glancing down for a moment and catching Yoongi’s eye. Yoongi looks back in a way he knows looks pretty, unshed tears at the corner of his eyes. He tries to smirk at Seokjin, the corners of his mouth moving up despite having his lips wrapped around Seokjin’s dick. Seokjin groans. “You look so fucking good like that.”
The blowjob ends when Seokjin gently cups Yoongi’s face and pulls him away and up.
“What’s wrong?” Yoongi says in mock innocence. He knows Seokjin is close, from how hot his member grew in his mouth.
“You look so good I feel I can come any moment.” Seokjin replies, cheekily. “Can I fuck you now?”
Yoongi can only nod in agreement.
Seokjin proceeds to tuck his dick back in his boxers (ow, Yoongi thinks) and lift Yoongi bridal-style (wow).
“Bed?” Seokjin asks.
“Put me down first you barbarian!” Yoongi screams in protest. And as much as his brain is afraid of heights, his dick twitches at the display of strength.
“Never mind, I’ll find it myself.”
And when he finds it, Seokjin proceeds to throw Yoongi onto his bed and tower over him.
“Hi” Seokjin says, goofy smile on his face.
“Hi.” Replies Yoongi. He finds, to his disdain, that his mouth stretches into an equally goofy smile.
He leans in and gives Yoongi a kiss. Yoongi realizes it’s the first kiss they’ve shared that night.
The kiss is sweet and dumb, and Seokjin’s lips feel so plush and soft against his own. But then Yoongi feels a hand tapping on his waist. He moves to sit on Seokjin’s lap and finally (finally!) wrap his arms around those broad shoulders.
Yoongi is smiling into Seokjin’s mouth and he doesn’t smile as often as he should, maybe. Fuck college. But for some reason, he feels light around Seokjin. Maybe it was because he didn’t have to act tough, not with how soft-looking Seokjin was.
Boy was he wrong.
Seokjin takes initiative to deepen the kiss, slipping his tongue into Yoongi’s mouth. Yoongi lets out a gasp when Seokjin’s hands start rubbing up and down his back, playfully caressing the skin under his shirt until he’s lifting it up. “This ok?” Seokjin asks, but Yoongi’s already ahead of him lifting his arms so Seokjin can pull the shirt over his head. He chucks the offending garment to the side with gusto and makes Seokjin giggle.
“God you’re adorable.” Seokjin says as he buries his head in the crook of Yoongi’s shoulder, leaving little nips and kisses at the juncture.
“So you’re just gonna let me be the only one naked?” Yoongi asks impatiently.
“Wanna do something about it?” Seokjin asks. And Yoongi moves to unbutton his shirt while pressing his lips against Seokjin's.
Once Seokjin is shirtless, Yoongi takes a moment to appreciate him in his full glory. Seokjin’s wide chest is flush and pink, his nipples hard. His collarbones are jutting out in a way that he didn’t realize could be sexy. And his fucked-out expression…
Yoongi looks up and realizes that Seokjin is staring at him with equal interest. His gaze is cool, lips thick lips slightly upturned in that smug way that Yoongi has become well acquainted with.
“Show me what you like in bed.” The words leaving his lips are like a challenge. Yoongi isn’t one to back down.
“I like to get eaten out.” Yoongi replies, hoping to instill some sense of fear into Seokjin.
“Ok” Seokjin says.
“Ok?” Yoongi replies dumbly, his mouth slightly agape
And Seokjin pushes Yoongi down on the bed and flips him over, so he’s on his hands and knees. He pushes Yoongi’s pants and underwear down in one motion, and Yoongi finds himself kicking them to the side in earnest.
“I can’t believe you’re willing to eat out a complete stranger.” Yoongi says, his face hot.
“I told you, I like dumplings.” Seokjin replies. AND just as Yoongi is about to groan, Seokjin presses a hot kiss to his rim. God damn this dork and his enthusiasm.
“Seokjin!” Yoongi cries, it's a pleasant surprise. He’s on his forearms now, his strength seeping out of him with every dip Seokjin’s tongue takes in his hole.
“Can you come from this?” Seokjin asks, lifting his head up, his breath tickling Yoongi’s cheeks.
“You wish.” Yoongi replies, his voice deep and fucked out.
“Tell me honestly.” Seokjin then proceeds to grab Yoongi’s member, wrapping his hand loosely and moving his hand up and down in time with his tongue’s lavish licks.
“I’ve been known to…” Yoongi whimpers, the circuit between his brain and his mouth becoming shorter and shorter. Yoongi realizes he’s moaning and groaning.
“God you eat ass like a beast.” Yoongi whimpers
“I’m not doing a very good job if you’re still able to talk.” Seokjin says, as he proceeds to push his thumb against Yoongi’s rim. The hole had loosened up significantly, but the dry press of the digit against his hole had Yoongi squirming. “Lube and the condom?”
“Here.” Yoongi says, rummaging under his pillow to where he stashed it earlier. He’s still on his knees and forearms, turning back to see Seokjin as he works his hole open, slowly sliding in one finger. Yoongi feels every knuckle with how slow Seokjin is taking. But Seokjin proceeds to press hot kisses all over Yoongi’s back, nipping playfully on his ass cheek as Seokjin towers over him.
“God damn it Seokjin I can take more than that.”
“Ok cutie.” Seokjin says, as he pushes in another finger. He moves them in and out, working up to a quicker pace. But not quick enough, as Yoongi use the last of his strength to push against the digits. Seokjin gets the message and proceeds to thrust in and out with more speed, scissoring Yoongi open and making Yoongi squirm.
“What else do you need?” Seokjin asks, sweetly, his chest now pressing against Yoonig’s back. God this guy is really out to get Yoongi, isn’t he.
“Can I...” Yoongi says into his pillow. His mind is numb from pleasure but two fingers aren’t enough, and he knows it.
“I want to face you…” Yoongi says, shyly. He isn’t one for romantic positions, especially with a hookup. But something about Seokjin makes him want to savor each moment.
And Seokjin flips Yoongi over once more. At this point, Seokjin moves up and lays beside Yoongi, adding a third finger as he kisses into to Yoongi’s mouth. The slide of their tongues against each others has Yoongi writhing. He feels a hard press of skin against his thigh, and glances down to see Seokjin’s cock, as Seokjin takes it out of his boxers and wriggles out of his pants.
Yoongi almost forgot about that monster. He licks his lips.
“I’m- I’m ready” Yoongi gasps.
“You don’t want to come first?” Seokjin asks, as he Yoongi’s ears in his mouth, the tickling sensation causing Yoongi to inhale sharply.
“Need you inside.” Yoongi mouths against Seokjin’s shoulder, almost too soft to hear. But Seokjin hears him and complies, lifting Yoongi so his hips and ass are resting on Seokjin’s lap.
Seokjin proceeds to caress Yoongi’s dick, as he positions his member and slides in, the drag slow and heavenly against the tightness of the walls.
“W- wait!” Yoongi says, using what strength he has left to still the hand on his cock. “I don’t want to come too soon.”
So instead, Seokjin proceeds to lean over Yoongi. He's caging him in, as he enters Yoongi completely. Yoongi’s filled up in all the right places.
“Idiot, don’t move yet… stop!” Yoongi cries, as Seokjin lifts his hips, towering over Yoongi.
“Do you really want me to stop?” Seokjin asks, licking up and down the column of Yoongi’s neck.
“No. Keep going.” Yoongi says.
“Can I move now?” Seokjin says softly, making Yoongi’s heart flutter.
“Even after I cum, keep going.” Yoongi replies in what he hopes is a cool manner, trying to dismiss the warmth blooming in his chest.
“As long as you don’t hide your moans, cutiepie.” Seokjin says. Yoongi notes the effort Seokjin takes in voicing his thoughts. His breath is labored, his chest covered in a sheen of sweat.
“Please” Yoongi says. He wanted his brains fucked into next summer. He did not need his heart doing summersaults.
Seokjin starts off slow, and Yoongi sees how much effort it takes the older man to keep things at an unhurried pace. But he doesn’t want the sweet and romantic boy-next-door vibe Seokjin was giving off. Well, he wanted it too, but not right now.
“Harder.” Yoongi puffs out, grabbing Seokjin’s ass and squirming under the man.
“As you wish.” Seokjin says. And god was that a Princess Bride reference? Did this dork just quote-
The thought dies in Yoongi’s mind as Seokjin slams into him with purpose.
Yoongi can tell that each thrust is calculated, with how Seokjin’s length hits different places until suddenly Yoongi is writhing in pleasure.
“There, Seokjin!” Yoongi cries. His previously unshed tears are now streaming down his cheeks with how stimulated he’s getting. “Please please please!” He cants.
“God, you’re so hot.” Seokjin says, lifting Yoongi up. “Lemme, just..”
And so Yoongi finds himself lifted up, on Seokjin's lap. He's facing the door, his hard dick hitting his stomach, pressing between himself and Seokjin, while Seokjin thrusts into him wildly. So wild that he has to hang on to those broad shoulders for dear life.
The new angle makes Yoongi’s vision go white, and it doesn't take long for him to cum, spilling his hot seed on both his and Seokjin's stomachs. Seokjin, true to his word, keeps going. But Yoongi's tightening walls cause Seokjin to follow after only a few thrusts. So with a pant and a low moan, Seokjin fills the condom, his hips stilling, as he brings his forehead to Yoongi's. Yoongi shouldn’t find it hot how he can feel the warmth of Seokjin’s cum through the condom.
Just then, the door opens, and a head pops in.
“Oppa?” Yoonji asks. Yoongi sees his little sister, the light of his life, his darling, baby girl, and realizes he’s on a dick.
Yoonji screams and hurriedly shuts the door.