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The bass of the music thumped loud and the sound of a generic dance pop track floated into his ears as Jimin panted and moaned out loud, biting his lower lip to somehow muffle the sounds coming out of his mouth and ignoring the pain in his lower back because of the awkward position he was currently in. His neck lolled to one side as he felt a wet tongue lick a strip up the side of his throat, and then a bite on the shell of his ear.
“Does that feel good, baby?” he heard the man whisper in his ear and he nodded fervently. “You feel like you were made for me.”
The man knew exactly what he was doing in the way he was thrusting deep into Jimin, hitting his prostate almost every time, and Jimin felt like every thrust into him matched the beats of the song that was playing. Jimin’s legs were wrapped around the man’s waist and he was being held up by the man’s hands on his ass. The man had spread him open as he fucked him harder and deeper. Jimin’s back was being pounded against the door of the slightly dirty bathroom, and every thrust pushed him higher and higher on the door, making it rattle on its hinges.
The man didn't seem to care though, and frankly neither did Jimin. All that he cared about right now was to be fucked into the very inch of his life, and this man, JK, was giving to him everything he needed.
JK's face was buried in Jimin’s neck and Jimin knew that there would be several dark purple and blue marks adorning his throat for the next few days. The thought alone gave rise to the butterflies in Jimin’s stomach. He had always liked being marked up, and if JK was willing to mark him up, there was no way that he was going to deny him.
They were almost fully clothed in the bathroom stall except for Jimin’s black trousers and boxer briefs, which were on the floor, along with the thin scarf he had worn around his neck like a choker. He didn't seem to really mind - this was a club he usually never visited, something way beyond the budget of his recently graduated lifestyle. The bathrooms were cleaner than the ones in the clubs that he was used to. Plus, with him having moved into his new apartment with his best friend Taehyung, he had a washing machine that would wash only his and Taehyung’s clothes, unlike the one at his dorm in college, which took the load of every student on his floor. So, he didn't mind a pair of slightly dirty pants.
JK’s black leather jacket was on the ground too, Jimin noticed, and a few buttons of his black shirt were undone, thanks to him. JK’s neck carried a few of Jimin’s marks as well, and Jimin ached to mark him up even more. His black jeans and dark gray boxer briefs were bunched around his ankles, and the only other thing about him that Jimin remembered were his beautiful doe eyes.
The bathroom was dimly lit, a lovely yellow hue that Jimin realized he was liking more than he should. It didn't have any of the jarring lights that the clubs Jimin often visited had, nor did it have the sticky floor with cheap, severely diluted drinks that he was used to. Fyre was a boujee club, as Hoseok had so kindly put it, and Taehyung and Jimin were brought here by their friends as a graduation present. The club in itself was beautiful - purple and pink neon lights lit up the entire space, a dance floor right at the center of the club was full of sweaty, drunk bodies, dancing against each other, the bar overflowing with drinks.
Jimin had been excited, expecting a night of dancing, drinking and letting loose with his best friends. What he was not expecting was to be held up by the hottest man he had ever laid eyes on, and to be fucked in the bathroom of the very same club.
JK was holding Jimin up on pure strength, and Jimin would be lying if he said that wasn't directly feeding into his strength kink. His hands were around JK’s neck, holding onto dear life as he was being bounced on the other’s cock. He had wanted to moan loudly, wanting JK to hear exactly how good he was feeling, but he knew they were in a public space and thus had to keep relatively silent. That didn't stop him from mewling and panting into JK’s ear though. And JK only seemed to lap it all up.
Jimin’s jacket had slipped off his shoulder and his loose black shirt did nothing to hide the silky smooth skin of his shoulders. JK seemed to notice, peppering kisses and nipping all over the exposed shoulder and neck. “You’re so beautiful baby, so stunning,” he whispered, fucking into him all the while.
Jimin was lost in the feeling of JK inside him. He had told JK that he liked it wet and messy, so the squelching of a generous quantity of lube that JK had used was like music to his ears, along with their combined moans, of course. Jimin was basically in heaven, and heaven was only in Itaewon. His own cock was bouncing in between their bodies - red and angry, it was spurting precum, making a wet spot on JK’s dark shirt. “Fuck, JK,” he moaned. “You feel so good, ngh - keep going please, ” he begged.
JK grunted and thrusted into Jimin further, making him throw his head back at the door. If anyone were to walk into the bathrooms now, they would know exactly what was going on because it was getting harder for Jimin to keep quiet.
His toes curled in ecstasy as JK let go of his ass to wrap a hand around Jimin’s waist, pinning him further to the door. Jimin’s hands grabbed JK’s hair and pulled his face away from his throat, where it seemed he had found permanent purchase. They stared into each other’s eyes as JK fucked Jimin, an animalistic growl leaving his throat. Jimin looked at him through glazed over eyes. His teeth had been biting his lower lip so hard that he was sure it was red and raw.
“I wish you could see yourself, baby. I wish you could see how well you’re taking me, how good you look right now,” JK praised Jimin and Jimin’s eyes closed, a loud wanton moan leaving his lips. “Shh, baby, ssh, you can't be loud, I’m sorry,” he said, kissing Jimin’s cheek over and over again.
They hadn't kissed each other on the lips. There had been no need to. They were here only for one thing, anything else was unnecessary.
“Okay, okay,” Jimin nodded, but then he realized something and smirked. “Did you forget my name?” he asked teasingly, without any malice, noticing that JK had been calling him baby, because he was sure that they had exchanged names before heading into the bathrooms.
Of course, there was no need to remember names when it was just a casual fuck, but he liked to hear his name being called out. ‘Baby’ worked just as well, but there was something about hearing his partner moan his name that spurred Jimin. It made him feel needed, wanted.
JK, though, had completely stilled, pausing all movement and Jimin saw him gulp. He looked up at Jimin, big eyes blinking at him. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he started but Jimin’s laugh cut him off.
Jimin reached forward and kissed him on his right cheek, once, twice and then pulled back. The hint of amusement in his eyes. “It's okay, you don't have to apologize,” he said, smiling. He brought his hand to cup JK’s face, thumb stroking his high cheek bone. “It's Jimin, and as much as I like being called ‘ baby’ , I would love to hear you say my name.”
JK smirked right back at him and then thrusted once, hard enough for Jimin to gasp because the man hit his prostate hard. “Jimin,” he said, and Jimin clenched around him, swallowing a moan and biting his lip again. “Jimin,” JK said again, pulling out and thrusting his cock in with the same intensity as before. “Jimin-ah,” he whispered a third time and then went right back to fucking Jimin harder than ever.
“Yes, yes, fuck, fuck, fu- fuck, ” he drawled as JK fucked into him, finding a steady rhythm as he breathily moaned a string of obscenities into Jimin’s ear.
“You’re so tight, Jimin-ah. Making me feel so good, aren't you? You’re made for my cock, aren't you, baby?” he said. When Jimin didn’t respond because he was so lost in the feeling of JK around him, he asked again, “Tell me baby, aren't you?”
“Fuck - oh, my God, ngh - yes, yes, JK, for your cock,” Jimin moaned in return. “All for you, just for you, hyung.”
That seemed to do it for JK, it seemed. “Say that again,” he said, and rolled his hips, making Jimin almost cry.
“Hyung?” he asked and JK nodded. Jimin smirked again, and somehow managed to say, “Who knew that would be the word to get you off, huh?”
JK scoffed, “You’ve got a mouth on you, haven't you?”
“It could be on you, if you’d let me,” Jimin shot back, making JK laugh.
“Next time, okay?” he whispered and before Jimin could form a sentence to reply, JK had began fucking him, making his eyes roll back in ecstasy.
Jimin knew he was close, he only had to get his hand around his cock and he would be coming, he was sure of it. And with the way JK’s thrusts were faltering and losing their rhythm, he knew JK was close to.
“Wanna come together, hyung?” Jimin whispered to him.
JK nodded, “I’m so close, Jimin-ah.”
“Me too, hyung. Let me just…,” he said and brought one hand down from where it was wrapped around JK’s neck and wrapped his palm around his cock. The first stroke almost made him come immediately, the feeling of release so close, he knew he had to chase it only for a few seconds.
“Baby, baby, oh - Jimin-ah, ” JK moaned into Jimin’s neck and Jimin felt the warmth of JK’s cum spill into the condom inside him, and then Jimin was coming all over his own hand.
They were panting, struggling to catch their breath and Jimin almost felt lightheaded as JK pulled out and Jimin immediately missed his warmth and the feeling of being full.
JK let Jimin down, his feet touching the floor, but feeling like jelly. His knees buckled and Jimin almost fell but strong hands came around his waist, lifting him up. “Sit here, Jimin-ah, let me clean you up,” JK said, making him sit on the closed toilet seat.
He took off the condom, tied it up and threw it in the trash can in the corner and tucked himself back into his pants. He then cleaned Jimin up the best he could with the tissues in the bathroom. Jimin was in a daze, not moving even a muscle, letting JK do all the hard work and JK didn't seem to mind. He picked Jimin pants and underwear up off the floor and dusted them once, before coaxing Jimin to put them on. Jimin stared at JK’s hands as he cleaned them up. There were tattoos on his knuckles and some scattered on his fingers.
“I didn't know you had tattoos. What do they say?” Jimin asked softly, still in a haze.
JK smiled. “Somethings, a lot of things. Some are important to me and some of them I got as a result of losing a bet with my friends. But, right after here,” he said and pointed to a patch of skin above his wrist, “Its all inked.”
“You have a tattoo sleeve?”
“I do.”
“Can I see it?” Jimin asked, big eyes blinking up at JK.
“Not tonight, baby,” he said and made Jimin put his pants on.
“You take care of all your hookups like this?” Jimin asked him when JK made him stand up to button them up. Jimin, not making an effort to do even that.
“Only the ones who look as cute as you,” JK said and pulled Jimin’s jacket tightly around him, making Jimin smile.
“I’ll take that as a no, because obviously there’s no one as cute as me,” he said, making JK smile.
“I have to agree on that.”
Jimin decided to forgo the scarf, thinking that the hickeys on his neck were probably accessory enough for the night. He pocketed it, bit his lip and smiled, a clear blush on his cheeks. This was fun, it had been cute too, but now suddenly, it was awkward. The tension from a few moments before had dissipated and now there were two men in a small bathroom stall, just staring at one another. Jimin didn't let it get any worse though.
“That was fun. It was…,” he sighed. “It was more than fun, it was incredible. Wow.”
JK laughed, a beautiful sound. “It was incredible,” he said and took Jimin’s hands, bringing his forehead to Jimin’s. “ You were incredible.”
Jimin blushed again under the pale yellow light of the bathroom. “I should go,” he whispered. “My friends are probably looking for me.”
JK nodded, “Yeah, they probably are.”
Jimin let JK’s hands go and stepped back. “Thank you,” he said, fluttering his eyelashes. “You have no idea how much I needed that.”
JK nodded, “I needed it just as much as you did.”
Jimin wanted to stay, he wanted to say something else to the man who had very evidently rocked his entire world, but he didn't have anything to say to him. Jimin took one step and kissed JK on the cheek. “See you around, hyung,” he whispered and then unlocked the door to the stall, stepping out of it and smiling at JK.
He washed his hands in the sink and then got out of the bathroom, a smile playing on his lips as he walked to the booth in the corner where Hoseok, Yoongi and Taehyung were supposed to have been seated. Their stuff was still there so he assumed that they were dancing somewhere in the club.
He saw his half drunk cosmopolitan sitting on their table and he picked it up, bringing the straw to his lips and he gingerly sat down. The pain in his ass was a sweet reminder of what had just happened, and the burn of the alcohol down his throat made him happier than he had been in a while.
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“I can't believe you made love in a bathroom stall, Jimin-ah,” Jung Hoseok, who was sitting on Jimin’s right, exclaimed, and ran his fingers through his short platinum blond hair. The booth they were sitting in was shaped like a semicircle, and it opened up right to the dance floor. Jimin had been right. His three friends had been dancing when he walked to their booth. It took them a minute but they ran to him as soon as they noticed him sitting in their booth, sipping on his drink with a dazed smile on his face.
Hoseok was dressed in a Versace sequined jacket, an olive green shirt and black pants, easily the best dressed amongst them. As a budding fashion designer who was working with some of the biggest names in the industry, Hoseok had been picked up by them right out of college. It would be a damn shame if anyone was dressed up better than him. Sometimes, his outfits were outrageous, but nothing ever looked bad on Hoseok. There was just something about the way he carried himself that made Jimin think that if he stepped out of his home wearing just a potato sack and a belt, it would be on the runway in the next fashion week.
“I didn't, hyung. I fucked in a bathroom stall,” Jimin clarified and Hoseok scrunched his face in mild disgust.
“Technically, he got fucked,” Kim Taehyung supplied from where he was sitting on Jimin’s left as Hoseok hid his face in his boyfriend, Min Yoongi’s neck. Taehyung was dressed rather casually, wearing an olive green jumper and black jeans. His caramel blond hair was styled in a mullet, the latest among his several hair styles, which never seemed to miss the mark because Taehyung was one of the most beautiful human beings that Jimin had ever laid eyes on.
Kim Taehyung was Jimin’s best friend, his soulmate, the metaphorical other pea in their pod. He was also his roommate, well flat mate, but they preferred calling each other roommates, what with sharing a room for the past four years.
Taehyung and Jimin had met in high school when Jimin had moved from Busan to Seoul, and the two young boys had immediately taken to each other.
Jimin had wanted to study interior design and his father knew someone who hired interns. He had pulled some strings and gotten Jimin the position of an intern at a design firm.
They graduated school together and joined Seoul National University, Jimin to further study architecture and interior design and Taehyung to study Art and Design. They had opted for on campus accommodation and had been living together ever since. Jimin’s father and step mother adored Taehyung, treating him as their own, showering him with all the love and affection he deserved. They even sent both of them monthly care packages filled with their favorite snacks and anything else the boys would have needed at college.
So, when they had decided to move into an apartment together, it was no surprise when Jimin’s father had come over to help them set it all up. He had left for Busan that very morning after a teary goodbye to the boys and telling them how proud he was of them.
They had met Hoseok and Yoongi at a random party on campus, and found out that they gelled almost instantly. Since then, the four friends had been as thick as thieves. Hoseok and Yoongi graduated before them, renting an apartment close to their workplace, always keeping an eye out for one for when Taehyung and Jimin graduated. Now that they had, they moved into the apartment complex right opposite Hoseok and Yoongi.
“Hyung, make them stop,” Hoseok whined to Yoongi. “These are my babies, I don't want to hear these things from them,” he said, dramatically, making Yoongi snicker and lace his fingers with his boyfriend’s.
“I do not want to be a part of this conversation, just let me enjoy my whiskey in peace,” Yoongi said and the boys smiled, knowing that this nonchalant attitude was just a facade, and that his full attention would be on the boys’ conversation. He adjusted the sleeves of his black jacket and dusted his hands, reaching out to pick up a piece of fried chicken from their table.
Yoongi was a music producer at an agency called The Hive Mind. It was a smaller, lesser known agency, and their focus was on making independent music that spanned across every genre. They were slowly gaining traction thanks to a few bands that Yoongi was monitoring and he was making good money.
And that was how they landed up at Fyre. Fyre was known as the major, most happening place in Itaewon, and Yoongi had promised the boys that he would take them there once they had graduated. Although they all knew that Fyre was a little beyond their budget at the moment, Yoongi always fulfilled his promise, and they had decided to (with a lot of reluctance from Yoongi) split the bill four ways, with Yoongi promising to treat them to barbecue dinner soon. They had agreed happily.
“Alright fine, now tell us about this boy,” Taehyung said and faced the crowd. “Which one of these dashing men was the one who deflowered my soulmate?”
Hoseok made a gagging sound and Jimin laughed. “You did not just say that, Kim Taehyung,” he said and smacked Taehyung’s arm. “There was no deflowering ! But it was… it was great,” he said with a coy smile on his face.
“Look at you, Jimin-ah!” Taehyung squealed, making Jimin and Hoseok laugh because he purposefully raised the pitch of his base voice, slightly drunk but also teasing. “Now, tell me who it was!”
Jimin blinked, and then turned to face Taehyung. “You remember that guy who came up to me when we were getting our drinks?”
Taehyung nodded, “The really tall one in the red jacket?”
Jimin nodded, “It was his friend, the one who was standing behind him - the slightly emo looking one? The one who looked like he was sad about everything going on in the world.”
Taehyung blinked twice, “I don’t think I noticed him. But, Jimin-ah, they’re kind of… you know?”
“Kind of what?” Hoseok piped up. “Kind of creepy? Weird? Annoying?”
“Old,” Taehyung said, and Jimin groaned.
“They’re not that old, hyung,” he whined to Hoseok. “They’re only a few years older than us!”
“Define a few years, Jimin-ah,” Yoongi asked.
Jimin swallowed. “He’s 35,” he said softly.
“He’s what?” Yoongi asked, angling closer to Jimin’s as he was unable to hear him.
“He’s 35!” Jimin said slightly louder, and looked at the people dancing in front of him. His eyes made a quick sweep of the club but they were unable to spot JK. Maybe he had already left, or maybe he was sitting behind them. Jimin didn’t know, although he wanted to.
Yoongi and Hoseok shared a look, and Taehyung bit his lip. Jimin knew this would be their reaction upon telling them. It had genuinely only been a fleeting thought, but he knew they would have their reservations about him hooking up with someone that much older than him. It wasn't like Jimin was attracted to older men, he usually almost always dated people his age or just slightly older. They were silent for a long while and he figured that they didn’t really know what to say.
“What if he’s married?” Hoseok asked him suddenly.
Jimin turned to face him, “I asked him if he was, or if he was dating someone. He told me he hasn't dated anyone in a really long time. So, as far as I know, he is single.”
“Jimin-ah, don't take this the wrong way, but what if he was just using you?” Hoseok said again and Jimin put one hand on top of his.
“Hyung, it was just a one time thing. And even if he was using me, I was using him for the same exact purpose. Plus, I’m probably never going to see him again,” he said. “I was half drunk when he took me to the bathroom. Honestly, I don’t even remember what he looks like anymore,” he shrugged. That was a lie though, Jimin absolutely remembered what JK looked like, and just the thought of the man made his cock twitch. He shuffled a little bit, and breathed in, removing all thoughts of JK.
“You were half drunk?” Yoongi asked him, anger slowly seeping into his voice, and Jimin knew exactly what that would have sounded like.
“No, no, hyung,” he quickly said. “I didn’t mean it like that. It was fully consensual. I wanted it just as much as he did, I swear!”
Yoongi nodded and sipped his drink, seeming satisfied with what Jimin said.
“So he’s 35, he’s been single for a long time, and he’s rich. Okay,” Taehyung said, listing off the things they knew about JK.
“Wait, how do we know that he’s rich?” Hoseok asked.
“Look around, hyung. Do you think someone who isn't rich could really be here?” Taehyung asked him.
“We’re not rich,” Jimin told him.
“We’re not rich, yet, but Hoseok hyung dressed us up to look like we are. And Yoongi hyung is rich so everything checks out,” Taehyung shrugged, making Jimin smile.
“I really love your brain, Kim Taehyung,” Hoseok told him. “But now back to Jimin and his older man.”
Jimin groaned, “Can we not? I just had a fun time, I don’t want to spiral into an existential crisis because we’re dissecting the life and lifestyle of my slightly older hookup.”
“He’s 35!”
“So what?”
The booth was silent for a few seconds and then Hoseok erupted. “He’s a cougar!” he declared, doubling over and clapping his hands. The boys took a second to make sure they had heard him correctly and then they all laughed just as loud as he did, their laughs drowned by the bass thumping music of the club.
Jimin fell into Hoseok, unable to control his laughter and the pain in his stomach that accompanied it.
“I’m pretty sure cougar is the word for women, what's it called for men?” Yoongi asked, his eyes disappearing as he grinned wide.
“Wait, wait, I’m checking,” Taehyung said, wiping off tears from the corner of his eyes and taking his phone out to use Naver to do a quick search to look for the gender appropriate term. “He’s a manther!” Taehyung said and the booth erupted in another round of raucous laughter.
“I think I prefer calling him a cougar,” Yoongi snickered and they all agreed. “What the fuck even is a manther, please.”
“He’s really not that old, come on,” Jimin whined, still laughing. “35 is not that old!”
“Jimin-ah, shut the fuck up!” Taehyung said. “You called your 32 year old boss a hag because she was being mean to you!”
“That’s because Minyoung is mean to me! It had nothing to do with her age,” Jimin said, bringing a hand to his chest, as if this was the most offensive thing Taehyung could have ever said. “Don’t make me sound like I’m some kind of ageist, Taehyung-ah.”
“I’m not,” Taehyung said. “You know I’m not! And you’re not an ageist, it's just… you’re only 23!”
“And what about it?
“That’s so young, Jimin-ah! 35 year olds are… I don’t even know any 35 year old people!” Taehyung argued.
“I know, I know,” Jimin said. “It's just… I mean… He is really fucking hot okay? Like, ridiculously hot!”
“Is he Park Seo Joon level hot?” Hoseok asked.
“Hotter, hyung,” Jimin sighed dreamily.
“Damn,” Hoseok said.
“But 35? Really?” Yoongi asked and Jimin whined again.
They drank a little more before cutting the drinks off and just sipped on water. Jimin was itching to dance some more. So with no more drinks, and sweating it out on the dance floor, they were nearly completely sober. They’d been munching on dumplings and noodles, when a waiter came over with a tray full of drinks - a few margaritas, two cosmopolitans and several shots of what Jimin thought were either vodka or tequila. He began to place them one by one on the table and Yoongi stopped him. “Uhm, sorry, but we didn’t order any of this.”
The waiter smiled, “Sir, they’re from the table over there.” He pointed to a table in the corner of the club and suddenly it made sense to Jimin why he wasn’t able to spot JK before. The corner was dark, specifically made in such a way that people would not even notice it if they weren't specifically looking for it.
JK was seated in the corner of a booth, his legs spread in front of him, and Jimin resisted the urge to walk over to him and place himself right on his lap. His jacket had been discarded and a few buttons of his shirt were still unbuttoned, clearly he hadn't bothered to button them up after his tryst with Jimin. Jimin was sure the dark marks he could see on his chest and neck were the ones that he had given to him. He was pleased to know that JK was practically showing them off. The corner was dark, but there was a light on JK’s table and Jimin felt like he would have glowed even in a dark room.
JK smiled at Jimin and tipped his glass to him, as a kind of toast to the young man. Jimin picked up one of the shot glasses that the waiter had kept on their table and mirrored JK’s gesture to him, knocking the drink back. The familiar taste of tequila burned his throat but he smiled back at JK and bit his lip. JK smirked right back at him and downed his entire drink too.
JK stood up and Jimin readied himself, sure that JK was going to walk towards him but he picked up his jacket and made his way to the exit door of the club.
“Your bill has also been cleared by the same gentleman, sir. He sends his congratulations on your recent graduation. He hopes you have a bright future ahead,” the waiter smiled and stood straight. He nodded once to the boys and made his way back to where he had come from.
Jimin hadn’t taken his eyes off JK who was now standing behind a group of girls who were blocking his way to the exit.
“Is that him?” Hoseok asked Jimin and Jimin turned to see all his friends had their eyes glued on JK.
He nodded, “Yup.” He looked back at JK who was almost at the exit.
“Fuck.”
“Fuck.”
“Fuck.”
Jimin smirked. JK turned to Jimin’s booth, nodded once, opened the door and exited the club.
“Oh, shit. That was him, wasn't it?” he heard Yoongi ask.
“Yes.”
“I take back everything I said, Jimin-ah. I’m so sorry. Do you want me to get down on my knees?” Taehyung asked, making Jimin laugh.
“No, but I want you to have these drinks with me.”
The boys finished up all the drinks that JK had bought them and then stumbled home together. Yoongi and Hoseok dropped Taehyung and Jimin to their apartment and walked to theirs, on the opposite side of the street. Taehyung kissed Jimin several times on his cheeks and forehead, thanking Jimin for having sex with a stranger in the bathroom of the club, and having a party that none of the spent any money on. Jimin laughed and smacked him on the ass and went into his bedroom.
When he went to sleep, he slept with the thoughts of JK’s musky cologne and beautiful doe eyes.
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