Biorhythm (12)
⇢𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙
⇢Explicit (18+) ⇢Pairing: JJK & PJM ⇢Genre: Smut, BL, romance, angst, drama, android AU ⇢Word count: 7.5k (A long, juicy one.) ⇢Ch.warnings: profanity, thick sticky ice cream and two horny boys, foodplay, oral, fuckin’, dirty talk, whiny jm and this is something i thrive on reading, actual sweet moments cuz jk is down bad and in love with his jm, idk what else its just a ton of smut and some sticky sugar highs.
Jimin. Jimin...
"Tell me your full name... I need to know, Jimin.."
“I’ll give you anything you ask for,” Jungkook says quietly. His free hand smooths down Jimin’s stomach and carefully grasps his pretty cock, guiding it to his lips for a taste. He flattens his tongue, licking a slow, long stripe from the shaft to the tip, humming in delight at the bittersweet flavor of slick precum on his lips. “I’ve never done this before,” he admits, though he’s not entirely clueless. He’s seen Jimin in action, and as a great observer, he learned a few things. He knows from experiencing how good a warm tongue feels against his own length, feeling it twitch as it remains untouched. Now, he wants to ensure the whore feels just how amazing it is to be pampered in one out of many ways that the man could provide.
Jungkook repeats his actions, licking experimentally to slick every inch of Jimin’s length, swirling his tongue around the tip before taking it inside the warm flesh of his mouth. He keeps his eyes focused on what’s above him, searching for reactions and whimpers. When he gets the most, he keeps doing what seems to feel the best. He can’t take it as deep as Jimin, not nearly experienced enough, but he can take the swollen tip and suck it purposefully while his free hand roams down to massage his aching length. Vibrating moans muffle through his stuffed mouth.
Jimin relaxes his shoulders and drapes backwards, letting the back of his head drop to the table with a thunk. "I--I, oh fuck."
Helpless, stuttered whimpers. Hands move to grab onto something stable as he already feels his high ramping up. His fingers find purchase along the edge of the table, so he grips it tight to keep from pressing Jungkook's head down to take him all the way. This sensation is foreign to the sex worker. He could make a customer cum in under a minute from start to finish with just his mouth, but this is not close to what he recalls it feeling like. From the receiving end, this is more than pleasure.
As the rich man's tongue openly laps up the length of Jimin and swirls around his tip, he feels the commitment in each little movement. It's obvious, without looking at the man, that he wants to do this because he genuinely cares for how Jimin feels. He cares that a whore feels pleasure, and while he's claimed to care before, it's felt in every fibre of the small male's being.
"Like that, you--perfect. L-like that. Just like that." Jimin wriggles until he can't take it anymore. He cards a hand through Jungkook's hair once again and rocks his hips up to bury his cock deep. There's a glint of remorse for doing so, but the fleshy hug of the man's throat makes him quickly forget he's being too rough. "It's okay, moan around me, Jungkook. Touch yourself...keep, yes, keep going. Gag on it p-please. Wanna hear you so bad..."
“Mmhff—!” Jungkook was caught off guard, choking on the sudden intrusion down his throat. But he doesn’t attempt to withdraw, nor does he complain—he’s finally gotten Jimin to act on his own desires, and that in itself makes his cock pulsate in excitement.
Jungkook strokes his cock with more urgency as he does his best to breathe through flaring nostrils, drool seeping from his lips down his chin. His doe eyes glaze over with a layer of tears, but he’s adamant to do well for the whore. He withdraws to take another breath, soothing the burning in his lungs craving air.
“So fuckin’ hot.. keep saying my name, keep saying it..” he whines with a strained voice before diving back in to take Jimin’s cock down his throat, this time more prepared for the sensation. He sucks purposefully, messy and loud. Just hearing the small man saying his given name for the first time—not Jeon, just Jungkook.. his heart beats so hard that it might burst out of his chest.
The rich man takes Jimin’s fleshy cock as deeply as he can, beyond his abilities until his gag reflex reacts strongly, choking and constricting around it tightly. He withdraws again, thick strings of drool connecting the tip to his tongue, displaying just how wet and messy he’s willing to get to please.
“Fuck my mouth. Use me.” He whimpers, squeezing out thick droplets of precum from his own cock to slick over the swollen head. He spreads the slick arousal and strokes himself to tortuously stay on the edge. Once again, he dives in to suck Jimin’s rigid length into his mouth, his eyes sparkling with tears as he looks up at the blonde, hoping he will oblige to his wishes.
"You're...so pretty," Jimin muses out loud in a slight slur. In this light, he cannot hold back his unfiltered thoughts. Abs twitch as he sits up to get a better look at his buyer's face, shakily brushing back his raven hair as it falls over his face. "You're gorgeous, Jungkook. God..." The whore admires him in this vulnerable and giving state. Blushed pink lips, dampened with spit and crystals of sugar. Jungkook's swollen pout hugs his cock perfectly, applying just the right amount of pressure around his sensitive skin. There's nothing comparable to the tight, hot hug as his mouth as it bobs up and down, eager to please.
"I'll use you," Jimin purrs, cupping his client's chin in his sweaty palm, lifting his hips to slowly bury his length down Jungkook's throat. "You want that, baby? I'll f-fuck this mouth..." He becomes distracted once he feels the younger man constrict around him, clearly unprepared for what he's requested. "...make you drool all over my dick...and swallow my cum." Quick, short snaps of Jimin's hips. Audible moans and whimpers as the vascular ridges of his cock slip in and out. He licks his plump lips and hums at the sticky sweetness left behind. "Would you do that for me? Would y-you like to--" His thighs quiver as he reaches his end. The deeper he goes, the brighter Jungkook's eyes glisten under the low lights--wide, dark, wanting. It's everything he didn't know he needed, and the realization hits him at the bitter end.
Before he can receive a word of confirmation, Jimin’s cock pulses ropes of cum into the CEO's hot gripping throat. He balances precariously on his butt while rutting sporadically, dragging his length out to paint the pout of Jungkook's lips. The sight of the man grips the blonde by his heartstrings--never once having seen something so beautiful in all his life. Relinquishing everything to see a simple whore’s contented face. Requesting to be used, with only the desire to fulfill.
"Kiss me." Jimin leans forward and guides their lips to touch, lingering to share breath. Relishing in the slick smacks of Jungkook fisting his cock beneath the table.
Jungkook swallows tightly, an audible gulp to serve as a reply to the previous question that he didn't get to answer. He gladly took the result of his hard work-- the result of Jimin's pleasure into his own body, even if he struggled to do as well as the whore could've.
Kiss me.
Jimin didn't need to ask twice. This request must be one of the most beautiful words he's ever said to Jungkook, besides using his given name in a very intimate moment. It's overwhelming, his heart aching, not able to fathom just how much love a human heart could contain. Just when he thinks he couldn't love Jimin more, he continuously falls for him over and over, through the smallest of things.
Jungkook gives his length a taunting squeeze before letting go, once again ripping himself from the edging orgasm that aches to burst-- but not yet. He gets up on his feet, cupping Jimin's cheeks in his large hands to tilt his chin up. With a simple lean forward, he places a longing kiss on those plush lips he dreams of every second of the day. Their lips are sticky with sugar, cum and spit-- and never has a kiss tasted better. Needy whines break the silence between damp kisses, and Jungkook couldn't help but let the tears that were previously caged as a layer over his eyes fall down his cheeks as they close. His length lays heavy against Jimin's stomach, but he ignores the ache for now, too indulged in the sweet moment where he finally sees Jimin in a vulnerable state.
"You need to cum," the whore whispers into their kiss, dragging his fingers lightly down Jungkook's chest until it wraps delicately around his wet shaft. He pumps it in lazy strokes and captures the man's whimpers between their lips, giving some of his own in return. In this room, behind sound-proofed walls and encircled by the calming warmth of heat, it's so easy for Jimin to get lost in this fantasy.
He kisses his buyer back with closed eyes and soft breaths--chest rising and falling slower and slower as his orgasm fades to a pleasant warmth. In this little bubble they've created, he doesn't feel like a whore. There's passion in the soft stroke of his tongue. Silent thanks to his client for giving him something whores rarely receive after selling every bit of themselves. Both of their bodies and the table they're pressed against is a complete and utter mess. It creaks gently as the sex worker picks up his pace, playing with his client while swallowing his whines.
"How would you like it, Jungkook?" He says the man's name deliberately. He lets his eyelids fall shut and presses another sweet and lingering kiss before looking up at the man--stars in his glassy eyes.
"Hmm.." Jungkook seems to think about his answer, dumbfounded by the beauty of the whore. He stares back, dark eyes hazy and blank as they get lost in the moment yet again; those pretty eyes looking up at him like he's the only person in the entire world. His lower lip trembles when Jimin's skillful hand works his cock to the edge for what feels like the tenth time, whining and grabbing Jimin's wrist to stop him by bringing his hand to his mouth, kissing his knuckles softly. "Need you to sit on my cock. But don't ride it, just... sit on it. Okay?" He breathes out quiet, shaky words, as if his body is aching and screaming against his own request; begging to just be allowed to cum. But he didn't want to, not yet.
"At least try not to..." He adds to make it less tortuous, whether it be for Jimin or for himself. With one more chaste kiss against the man's small hand, he takes a step back, helping him down on his feet. "Grab whichever ice cream you like best, and bring it to me." Finally, some amusement laces his tone, brushing his arm against the whore's as he walks past him to climb up on the bed, sitting with his back resting against the headboard, fully in the nude and waiting. "I'm still hungry, Jimin."
Jimin's pink tongue dampens his lips as he surveys his choices. There's so many, he finds it difficult to choose; chocolate with ribbons of caramel and fudge, mint chip, brownie sundae, lemon sorbet with fresh rind, to name a few. Eyes trail between the frozen containers and the lofty bed that Jungkook seems to just sink into. Without wasting another minute, he goes for his first choice—french vanilla. According to the label it's slow churned, thick and rich with whole cream.
"Mm, this one," the blonde announces as he waves the pint-sized container for his customer to see. He crawls onto the bed and palms at Jungkook's knees for balance, a little clumsily as the alcohol makes him dizzy, lustful…and hungry as well.
He responds so quickly to the simple brush of skin and tingles to feel more sensation--feed his client and experience the switch between hot and cold. Shiver and shake while sheathed over his new favorite cock, which glistens with needy pre cum, still incredibly hard and begging for release. Jimin takes the initiative and straddles his client's lap. The press of the man's vascular shaft between his cheeks draws a shiver, and he can feel his own length stir back to life.
"Sit on you, hm?" He feels the power building back within himself. As he hovers over the CEO, his long lashes fan over the apples of his cheeks, demure and graceful.
He suckles two small fingers into his mouth and wets them well, lapping his tongue against them in lewd swipes. Hums and moans reverberate around the digits until they're dripping. Jimin's fingertips fall down behind him and glide against his tight entrance. He swipes over it slowly and bites his lip at the sensitivity. Erotic moans slip out of pouty swollen lips when he gives himself a quick prod with one, and sinks in the second soon after. Wasting time is not an option, so he fingers in and out in impatient pulses until he feels himself relax enough.
"This c-cock, mmf." He lines up the tip at his rim and begins to sink down.
Jungkook shamelessly groans in relief when Jimin does so, twitching eagerly to be embraced fully by his warmth.
"It loves you,” he moans quietly, biting his lower lip to keep himself grounded–not just to throw everything aside to just pump him full of cum immediately.
He takes a deep breath and holds one hand on Jimin's hip to keep him still, while the other reaches for the pint of ice cream. Sitting up comfortably, he rips the lid off and digs two fingers into the creamy, cold sweet. With his digits properly coated, he shivers from the shift in temperature and pops it into his mouth for a taste. He hums in approval, then digs all of his fingers into the tub with greed.
"Arch your back, show me your pretty chest." Jungkook licks his lips clean, placing his ice cream covered fingers on the middle of Jimin's chest, smearing it down the line of his stomach and watching small goosebumps appear on his skin. He swipes a small amount on his finger and rubs it onto the whore's pierced nipple, enjoying the sensation of it hardening beneath the pad of his digit. The contrast of hot, heavy breaths brush against his cold body. It makes his cock throb inside, making it incredibly difficult to not just burst inside without moving.
"O-oh." Jimin does as he's told and arches his back, sinking down onto the thick cock even further until his cheeks become flush with Jungkook's thighs. Even more, he follows his client's instructions and holds still, to the best of his ability. By instinct, he wants to start riding--place his clammy hands on his partner's legs and begin to roll his hips in tight movements. But shimmering white cream glides down his chest and distracts his mind for just a bit.
Sticky and thick, the ice cream warms against the heat of Jimin's thin torso. It combines with the sugary crystals left by the sour gummies and sloppy drizzles of white and milk chocolate. He's a delectable sundae, sat on his buyer's lap like a good boy, coated in sweetness. There's a subtle chatter to the whore's teeth as he closes his mouth in a contented hum.
"Mm," he breathes. "More, Jungkook. You're hungry, right? Cover me...lick it up."
Jungkook obliges, digging out a chunk with his cold, numbed fingers. He holds it delicately between his fingers and presses it against Jimin’s warm stomach, watching the cream melt and create a sticky trail in its wake. He continues to paint his body, up and up until he reaches the whores neck and guides his fingers to his lips.
“Here.” He offers, glazing those plush, pretty lips with the stickiness, like a sugary lip balm. While busying the whore with his fingers, he leans in to drag his flattened tongue up his stomach, following the faint line of his torso. He leaves licks, kisses and small bites behind as he moves up, cleaning up the mess he created.
“The ice cream tastes extraordinary when it’s from your body.” He praises in his own way, glancing up with a hint of mischief in his eyes. Every little breath and moan he’s able to earn from Jimin makes his body hotter, and his cock twitch desperately inside, screaming for attention. “Y-you can move when you want to...” he finally gives in to the painful desires, however he gives the power of his own release to the whore. He decides when he wants to roll his little hips, skillful and experienced to make a man cum in minutes. Which is what he’s been avoiding— knowing just how he wouldn’t last even longer than other clients due to his infatuation.
Jungkook coats his fingers again, this time both of his hands to paint a claw-like pattern down Jimin’s neck to his chest, once again worshiping his pretty, perky chest. The arch of his back makes him look sinful and adorable at once...
“I’ll cum inside, okay..?” The rich man warns, swiping ice cream off with a finger to bring it to his lips, sucking it clean. The other remains cold, playing with the whores nipple, tugging lightly on the piercing. “Please, fuck me now, I can’t wait... I thought I could, but you’re just— fuck.” He’s unable to finish his sentence, breaking down slowly when his cock feels the flesh clench around him.
Every little shiver from the blonde causes his ring of nerves to flutter around his client’s buried shaft. The tensing muscle does more than drive Jungkook mad, it also ripples pleasure throughout the whore’s entire being. Down to his fingertips, every part of him sings to move and chase more of the euphoric high.
His hips begin to move, rocking gently forward and back, to savor the tantalizing stretch.
“Look what you’ve done,” he groans, swiping his lips with sleek saliva. “Made me just as d-desperate...” his hips jut forward and accentuate the slope of his spine. “Just as needy—fuck!” Another jut causes the man’s tip to prod the blonde’s tender prostate. He keens over for a second with sticky hands on the CEOs broad chest to catch his breath. Pretty little cock ruts pathetically against Jungkook’s pelvis and drags the thick length in and out in shallow pumps.
“This body needs your cum.” Jimin lifts up his body and sits back down, engulfing every inch of his buyer in hot constricting flesh. His hand slides down his small chest to capture a chilly dollop of ice cream, hooking it on his finger and suckling it audibly. “F-fuck it into me.”
Jimin’s siren eyes fall shut, rolling his hips quickly, greedily milking what he wants while overstimulating the special spot inside him. It aches, trembles for release. Pearly droplets of precum slide down Jimin’s smooth tip, and he knows, just as soon as his client is satisfied...he will cum just as forcefully.
”Now, baby.” The whore commands it as his reddened cheeks smack against Jungkook’s thighs. He smears the mess up and down his torso, whining for relief. “N-need it...”
Jimin's whiny pleas are more than enough to spur Jungkook into action, unable to deny him for anything he asks for. It's impossible, especially when every sweet moan is followed by torturous, alluring rolls of the whore's hips, feeling his plump cheeks flatten against tensed thighs.
"H-how can you say that and not expect me to love you more.." He licks his lips, biting back the moan that scratches deep down from his chest. But he fails, jaw falling slack to vocalize the pleasure he feels. His voice is strained, raspy and deep in it's tone, laced with desperation to feel more.
Jungkook's hands trace hungrily down Jimin's sticky stomach, snaking around his slim waist to settle on his ass. He shamelessly fondles and gropes at the flesh, spreading the cheeks to open him up further for his cock. He keeps a steady grasp, taking control over the smaller man's body to guide the movements to his own liking. Lifting his weight up, which is barely anything to his strong arms, he slides down the bed on his back for comfort, half laying down to brace his feet on the bed.
"You need it.." He repeats Jimin's words. Everything he says etches to the back of his mind, like a broken record of sinful moans that drive him mad with lust. He wants to hear more; to make the whore feel so good he can't think of anything else but their own private moment together, isolated from the world, without responsibilities or expectations. Right now, he's simply Jeon Jungkook, a young man who's giving his all to a man whom he loves. Jimin. Jimin...
"Tell me your full name." Jungkook looks up at the man. With a harsh bucking of his hips, he fucks his cock up into Jimin. Shaky, hot breaths alternate between his nostrils and mouth, low grunts following as he repeats his action, using Jimin's hole to bury his cock over and over. "I need to know, Jimin.."
“P-park!” Jimin wrenches his eyes shut and licks his lips to focus on the forceful intrusion. Stretching out his rim after a week of nothing, teasing his swollen prostate. He’s become so ready for this moment that his flesh feels virginal. Pure. Untouched. “Park Jimin,” he whines, jostling on top of the rich man, rolling his hips to meet the rutting from below.
The little whore revels in these moments of near-ecstasy, where both him and Jungkook are at their breaking points. Clamoring onto each other and speaking aloud without filtration. Using each other—feeling the pulse of hot blood race beneath their fingertips as they press desperately into the other, holding on tight.
“My name is Park Jimin—gah!” The blonde gasps as a second orgasm builds within him, tingling outward, across the surface of his skin. He knocks his head back and bares his porcelain neck, jutting his perky pierced nipples up towards the ceiling while his mouth falls open in a silent shout. His hand wraps around his leaking shaft and pumps it in arrhythmic, slick smacks. As the length continues to fuck into him—throbbing, swelling—Jimin clings his other hand onto the strong arm of his buyer. Waits to hear the rewarding sounds of the man releasing everything into his small body before he even thinks of cumming again.
"Park Jimin.." The name rolls off of Jungkook's lips so naturally, filled with every emotion he's capable of having in his human heart, and more. It brings him over the edge, his long impending orgasm finally tipped to spill over. "F-fuck, I... I'm gonna cum—fuck!" He cries aloud, wrapping his arms around Jimin's lower back to force his small body forward on top of his own, interrupting the way he touched himself, instead using the friction of their sticky bodies to rub against his pretty cock while he fucks up into him with lazy, wet snaps of his hips. It doesn't take much until he grows tired, lazily thrusting a few more times before he stills his hips, abs flexing and thighs trembling heavily. Spurts of thick, hot cum gushes with every desperate pulse of his cock, feeding Jimin's body with everything he's got.
"Shi—c-christ.." He moans lowly, screwing his eyes shut, overwhelmed with the intensity of his orgasm. Their previous times were nothing compared to this. Jungkook's chest heaves up and down in a broken pattern, shaky and out of breath. His heart pounds so hard, it almost makes him dizzy—hazy in his state of lustful love. He runs his hands up Jimin's back with one hand, snaking the other up to cup the blonde's jaw, guiding his plush lips to meet in a kiss. He swallows each of his canary moans, grinding his swollen, sensitive cockhead against Jimin's softened, used prostate, trying his best to bring him down with him into the pit of pleasure he's drowning in. "Kiss me when you cum, angel. Don't hold back on those sweet sounds."
The room begins to spin in slow circles as Jimin's hot lips press against Jungkook's. "I—hah...Jeon-ah," he whines, reverberating into his partner's pout.
The blonde no longer touches himself and merely lets the eroticism of their joined bodies be enough to send him toppling over the edge. It's the alcohol, Jimin tries to convince himself as his body shakes to a blinding orgasm. It's the alcohol, and the high of good money, and the rush of sticky sweet sugar...
It's also the tender and loving cup of his jaw, guided for a deeper kiss. It's the way Jungkook continues to fuck up into him even after he's spent and sated. This selflessness...it will be the whore's undoing.
As Jimin cums a second time, he constricts around the thick length buried deep inside. He lets the friction of their tacked pelvises rub his cock to finish. Lending all his restless energy to the passionate kiss he now controls—pinching Jungkook's bottom lip between his teeth and soothing it over with gentle sucks. Laving his tongue across the plump reddened skin and feeling the man's heartbeat in his warm breaths.
"A-ahh, so much, I—" He can't bring himself to say much more. Unable to articulate how good it feels to be full of this man. Not any man, but this one. What it means to the sex worker is...he's feeling much more than the satisfaction of a job well done.
"Can't stop cumming...it's too...fuck, too good." His cock twitches, laying spent against his abdomen, coated in tacky strands of his own arousal. The mushroom tip pulses out one...two more times, until he's milked and exhausted. Jimin topples forward and lays his chest against Jungkook's...still...until their breaths fall in sync. "I should...be paying you."
"Hah... Maybe." Jungkook rests his head against a pillow, forehead sticky with sweat, catching strands of his raven curls. He brushes it away from his eyes, although closing them to just enjoy the moment of stillness.
"Park Jimin." He says quietly, glancing down through damp lashes. He combs his fingers through Jimin's blonde curls and exposes his pretty, porcelain-like skin, admiring the man that for sure could ruin him in every way if he so wishes to. And he'd be fine with it. "I want to ask you something..."
Jungkook pauses, soothing the smaller man by rubbing his small back, holding him close to his chest. He feels like a protector in this moment, strong and needed.. When he's sure he's got Jimin's attention, although he's got him pressed close to his torso, he decides to just go for it. While playing with blonde strings of the whore's soft hair between his fingers, his eyes roam the room. His heartbeat picks back up in pace, a telltale sign he's both excited and anxious.
"So, uh..." He worries his lower lip between his teeth, softly massaging Jimin's neck with his hand, "Do you want to go out with me? As... Park Jimin, not..." He doesn't finish his sentence, he doesn't like the word people use for people in his profession. Whore. It tasted bad in his mouth, so he says nothing. "I'll treat you."
The question doesn’t seem to reach Jimin’s ears until well after Jungkook uttered it.
”Go out.” ...That’s a common request of someone in his profession, but the way the rich man asks, seems like he has no intention of paying by the hour.
“You mean, like a date?”
Now Jimin’s heartbeat picks up in pace, and it nearly matches the nervous flutter of butterflies in his buyer’s chest. Never in all his years of doing this has he been so easily affected by a customer. Sure, some have tugged his heartstrings with sob stories of their past. Some have held him close like he’s precious and pure, but then treated him like the whore they bought him to be. That’s what he’s used to. Not this...
“A date,” Jimin states for clarity into the warm crease of Jungkook’s collar. It makes his mouth go dry. Now the central heating of their VIP suite feels burning hot. “With Park Jimin. Not Jimin, the whore.”
The blonde has no reservations against calling himself such a thing. It’s a part of him—it’s how he gained his independence and became the strong and confident person he is today. To him, there’s no shame in calling him exactly as he is. W h o r e. It’s one of those words that holds no weight or makes much sense once it’s said enough times. But the more Jimin thinks of what it means to Jungkook, a man who’s claimed to love him, he begins to understand how such a word might make him shiver.
His cheek rests comfortably along the CEO’s clavicle and feels the subconscious flex of his nervous muscles. He’d fool himself if he didn’t admit feeling the same nerves, just...for different reasons.
“This date...” the blonde muses aloud. “Where are you planning to take me? What would we...do? I haven’t—“ he shakes his head lightly and lets his shaggy curls drape over his eyes to cover the blush forming. “I don’t go on dates, usually.”
Jungkook continues to mindlessly roam his hand down Jimin's back, drawing irregular patterns into his skin to keep himself busy, to think of anything but the immensely loud sound of his heart beating in his ears. He enjoys it though, this new feeling. He's never been this anxious about somebody in his life, always used to getting his way without a second thought, because he's never had to receive somebody's consent for such a trivial decision. And.. he's never once asked somebody out on a date. The sincerity in his heart was so clear, yet he fears rejection. However... It looks like Jimin isn't opposed to the proposition, which makes the beating of his heart less painful and welcomed instead.
"I want to take you to a nice restaurant... Dress you up nicely, in uh...normal clothes, not something so exposing." He chuckles at how ridiculous he probably sounds. But it is his truth, he wants to see Jimin in something more casual, which he hasn’t seen before; to see him through a different light without the intention of sex. "Maybe a couple drinks. You can order whatever you want..."
The rich man can't shy away from the fact that he wants the blonde to have whatever he wishes for. He licks his chapped lips nervously, swiping the pads of his digits up the line that showcases Jimin's spine underneath the skin, "Just talk, have a good time, without any other expectations or obligations. You owe me nothing for it. All I hope is that you'll enjoy my company like I do yours."
He's rambling at this point, trying to convey his feelings properly; He doesn't expect sex, although he wouldn't be able to say no. He just wants to make sure the whore understands that this is not work, and that he's not obliged to pay back with his body in any way.
“Just want you. All of you,” Jungkook whispers, a small smile growing on his lips at the thought. He's said it so many times, and every time his feelings grow and feel more real.
“T-that would be...”
Impossible. There is that voice at the back of Jimin’s mind, the skeptic and precautious side of him—his inner saboteur. Once a whore, always a whore. But those thoughts don’t change the fact that he wants this. Whatever this man is promising feels genuine and true. It sounds like a dream, to be pampered...with no expectations.
...Want you...all of you...
“It sounds so...” Jimin wants to say ’fake’ because that’s how he’s trained himself to think. But he closes his eyes and focuses on the gentle glide of fingers across his exposed back—as love radiates through the younger man’s skin and into him. Helps him realize how the simplicity of what he’s asking is just that—simple. And so should the answer.
“Yes,” he breathes out a nervous chuckle, “You can take me on a date.” Jimin’s eyes cast down the length of their messy bodies, as the ice cream and sugar crystals begin to cement to their skin. How he’d ever walk confidently in anything other than latex, mesh, pleather, or his bare skin is beyond him. But he would like to try, at least once.
The rare bunny-like grin—wide and toothy—suddenly breaks out across Jungkook's face. He can't physically hold it back even if he tries to. It's like a huge weight has suddenly lifted from his heart and become light as a feather, fluttering in his chest like an army of butterflies bursting from his soul.
He said yes.
"I'm so happy!" Jungkook blurts out, and even his tone fails to hide it. He repositions himself to sit up, lifting Jimin into his lap to look at his flushed face. The rich man's smile remains plastered over his lips, childish and naïve as if nothing could stop him. "Saturday evening?" He asks, cupping the worker’s warm cheeks in his hands, "I'm too busy tomorrow, unfortunately, but that gives me time to send you some things in preparation... How does that sound? I'll pick you up, all you have to do is be ready...and hungry. I'll take care of the rest."
Treated with any higher regard and Jimin could let it all go to his head, if it hasn't already.
"Saturday works." He melts into the gentle cradling of his face. Tilts his head to lean deeper into the man's palm. "I can do that."
Considering the way Jungkook dresses himself, the possibilities for how he'd like to dress Jimin is beyond comprehension. All the small, stark nude male knows is he'll feel like a new man.
As Jimin tilts his eyes up to match the adoring gaze, he thinks, new isn't always so bad. This is new...just existing...being. Cradled in the arms of another human and feeling comforted.
"Why can't I see you tomorrow?" Jimin's eyes grow wider after asking. To him, he couldn't have sounded more pathetically needy and affection-starved. "I mean..." he pivots, "What are you doing tomorrow?"
"Work." Jungkook keeps his answer short and sweet, unlike anything else he's done so far.
Although he clearly has expressed his feelings for the machines that live amongst humanity, there is a reason he began in the first place. There’s a reason why he continues to be one of the most well-known men in the country, and even the world. Work will remain work, but to this man, it is much more than a simple paycheck. It's been his life for longer than he can remember.
"Sadly," the celeb glances at the clock on the wall, sighing when time seems to have flown by way faster than he wishes. “Now I have to get going." Jungkook looks at Jimin again, pulling him in for a gentle, slow kiss. He allows his lips to linger for a moment before withdrawing, letting his hands slide down to his sides. "I would've loved to spend the night with you, but I need to be up early." He speaks apologetically. It's obvious in his expression that he doesn't want to, but he's dedicated to his word. "I'll give you a ride home on the way, okay?"
Jimin nods. “Of course.” This is wholly unlike the last time they met. He’s clinging to the moment—clinging to the high of being around the rich man and basking in his warmth. Although he doesn’t like the uncertainty of where these feelings will lead, he’s enjoying the idea of having a night without expectations. A night as Park Jimin, which at this point, he’ll need to relearn how to be.
“I’ll grab my things,” the small male says, placing a tender kiss at the corner of Jungkook’s lips. He doesn’t even think twice about doing it now. Even though he continues to be on the clock, he does it for himself. Paid or unpaid...he wants it all.
Climbing off his buyer’s lap and hopping from the bed, he tries not to look overly excited. He slips into his messy mesh shirt and sullied shorts with a slight smile. Tosses Jungkook’s clothing towards his way, stepping over drying puddles of chocolate that stain the VIP suite floor.
“Let’s get the hell out of here before the boss sees what we did to this place.”
"I mean, if he gives me such sweet things to play with, he can't really be mad at how they’re used.." Jungkook chuckles while slipping his clothes on, ruffling his hair as he takes a quick look in the mirror. Good enough. Obviously, he's a bit messier than when he arrived, but what is there to expect when you leave a place like this. "But yeah, let's get out of here." He snakes an arm around Jimin's shoulder, pulling him in to kiss his temple before dragging him along out the door, past bodyguards and strangers.
While heading towards the exit, it's like the eyes of every stranger and familiar face are drawn to the couple. They stand out, the human whore and the rich CEO... Jungkook glances, noticing the attention he's drawing to himself and Jimin, but he holds the man closer, as if protecting him from the view of possible cameras, slipping out in the dark. He scurries out the door first and holds it open for his date, looking over his shoulder with a smile before slamming it shut behind them.
Cool refreshing night air greets both their sweet and sweat-tacked faces. It's like a kiss of repose once they made it past the watchful stare of strangers and fellow sex workers. Jimin didn't need to make eye contact to notice each and every one of them were either curious, envious, or angry. No matter the reaction, the little whore doesn't keep friends long enough to care. This time, he has the comforting arm of Jeon Jungkook wrapped around his shoulders as he endures piercing glares, shot into his half nude back.
Jimin's smile grows wider as he swings open the passenger door and slips into his designated spot. The position of the seat is still to his specifications, locked forward a couple inches from default and tilted upward for height.
Within seconds, the car rumbles to life and tingles his bottom with perfectly warmed leather. This feeling of contentment goes beyond the simple luxuries of heated and adjustable seats. The fact that nothing has changed since he last exited the car shows him, in the most subtle of ways, that his presence is not easily forgotten by the CEO.
Once Jungkook settles into his spot, Jimin's hand mindlessly wanders to rest on his thigh.
"Sorry for, uh..." the blonde nips his lip and looks down at his sticky clothing. "I hope you don't mind a little chocolate on your upholstery..."
Jungkook places his hand over Jimin's, squeezing it reassuringly. "Don't apologize, it was my idea." He licks his lips at the memory, smiling forward as he focuses back on the road. "Where do you live again?" He fishes out his phone and hands it to Jimin after unlocking it, as if his device didn't contain so much sensitive data. "Type it into the GPS, it'll show up on my dashboard." He hums, turning the dashboard monitor on. "Save it too, I'm sure I'll be going there often. I'm not the best at navigating, so.."
Jimin chuckles. "Okay, Jeon."
A quick couple of minutes with the man's phone, and Jimin has his address queued and displayed on the dash. However, he's not in any rush to give it back. The phone itself is weighty like titanium or something similar—built to withstand a great fall. It feels expensive, and the little whore is sure there's value in the contents more than anything.
He opens the camera app and flips the lens to face himself, leaning over Jungkook's lap to get a shot of them together. "Smile," he chirps, sticking out his tongue and snapping a couple quick pictures to capture their messy unkept state. "There, now you have something more valuable than my address or the business contacts in here." Jimin waves the phone in the air before placing it in Jungkook's lap, overly pleased with himself.
"Thanks." Jungkook lets the phone fall to rest between his legs, too focused on making sure he finds the right way, and glad that GPS exists.
A comfortable ride follows. The wealthy man keeps a hand on the wheel while the other seeks out Jimin. Anywhere is fine, but the first thing he reaches for is his hand. He feels how it's still faintly sticky, just like his own. He says nothing, simply wanting to hold hands like high school students on their first date. And once he thinks of it, he realizes this is the first time he’s done this. It makes his cheeks flush, heart go aflutter, and his lips twitch to a smile.
"We're here, I think." Jungkook says when they make it to Jimin's building, glancing out at the aesthetic. He turns to lean in closer, brushing Jimin's stringy blonde curls away from his face, a small pout on his lips. "Are you excited for Saturday? Promise you will wear what I send you?" He pouts harder, using his doe eyes as a weapon of persuasion.
Jimin's eyes fall away from Jungkook's, too easily affected by the power they hold. "I'm not not excited," he mutters, wishing his face didn't subconsciously show how flustered he gets by the man's sweet demeanor. Although the longer his date's eyes linger on his for a proper response, the harder it is to play it off casually.
"Fuck." Jimin chuckles and gives Jungkook a light shove at the center of his strong chest. "I'm excited, okay? Of course I'll wear what you send me." He motions to his ruined mesh shirt and his tight pleather shorts. "I'm comfortable in this and even the nude, but..." his fingers move out to play with the hem of Jungkook's jacket, toying with the small embedded crystals that gleam under the dim street lights. "I'll admit, I'm dying to see what you'd dress me in."
“Luckily you won’t have to wait too long.” Jungkook let’s the man inspect his sparkling jacket. It’s one of his favorite pieces he owns, and yet he so casually wore it to such a session. “You’ll look gorgeous, I know it already.” Jungkook huffs a warm breath, smiling at the thought. He has envisioned the way he wanted to dress Jimin up since the night they met, already knowing he would look nothing but perfect.
Jungkook grasps Jimin’s little hand in his and brings his knuckles up for a light kiss. He looks at the man through dark lashes, smiling as the soft kisses travel further up. “Take a day off tomorrow. Don’t work, and wait patiently until I come to pick you up.”
Jimin's eyes narrow on Jungkook. "Patiently, hm?" With a slight smirk of amusement, he checks his wrist, where a watch would be, and scans it with intent. "Over twenty-four whole hours...all to myself." He shakes his head in exaggerated dismay and raises his gaze to match his date’s. "Think of all the trouble I could get up to..."
He lets his date's mind run wild with the possibilities. In all honesty, Jimin thinks, a foamy bath and some mindless reality tv sounds ideal. Perhaps he'll cook up an omelette, water his plants, and organize his scarf collection. Wash his car and listen to k-drama ballads on full-blast. Truly, he can be as domestic as he is kinky, but he doesn't feel the need to reveal that to his buyer just yet.
"I'll leave a little mystery, so you come rushing back," the blonde winks.
"Don't worry about that." Jungkook purses his lips, not entirely sure what kind of trouble somebody like Jimin could get up to. But with the mischievous wink and the smile on his face, he's sure that it means he has nothing to worry about. "Now go get washed up," He makes a face when he feels the tacky, dried textures underneath his shirt, really just wanting to get into a hot bath as well, "I really need to get out of these clothes."
"I'd invite you up to join me for a bath, but what would the neighbors think?" The flicker of amusement heats Jimin's plump cheeks as he looks out the window and spots a few tired street workers in clothing very similar to his, likely on their way to the next client.
"Kidding," Jimin jests and gives Jungkook's hand a gentle squeeze before stepping out of the car. "Saturday. I'll see you then, Jungkook." He says the younger man's name with a honeyed tone, nice and deliberate, to let him know he will not soon forget how much his partner enjoyed hearing it come from his lips. "Goodnight."
With that, he shuts the door and scampers up the stairs to get clean and cozy for the night. In his amused fiddling with the CEOs phone, he took the liberty of adding his number. And he expects, in no time, it will be pleasantly discovered.
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