1. Stranger

Hello all my lovelies! I'm back already with a new story!! I actually planned to lay low for a while to refill my inspiration and then I sat at work and BOOM, new story idea in my head. So, my Shipper, Armies and whoever you might be: let's get this started! 

If you read some of my other stories, you know this will not be an easy ride...I love to bring some variation to my stories, even though you will always find similarities, which is obvious, since I try to bring as much of the real characteristics of the members in as I can. 

And yet you will find a very different Jimin and Jungkook here... in (a) very different postition(s) 😝

And a massive thanks to the creator of my Cover, NXIMIHUDX.

Anyway. Let's get this show on the road. Aaand... I have a surprise...

For the first time ever, this guy will open the story and prepare you for what's to come...

So with Namjeesus blessing our souls, let the smut come!

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They never made it past the spacey living room. 

Jimin's lips were raw from kissing, aching and swollen and oh so sweet. This boy- Wow. He had no words for it as he was kissed more savagely than he ever had, unable to keep his sighs and moans to himself. He didn't sleep around that much. Okay... maybe a few times...Shit, fine, maybe he did it a lot. But especially tonight he needed it. Needed this mindless, uncontrolled coming together of teeth, tongue and lips. Needed more and knowing he would get it from this boy. 

He couldn't remember his name. Something like... Jung... Jeong... Jeon-gu? It didn't really matter, did it? He wasn't looking for a relationship and most definitely not love. This had nothing to do with it. This was only sex. 

He'd noticed him watching him in the club, leaning against the bar as he sipped his long-drink, watching him dance. Jimin loved clubbing. Loved going out with his friends and getting drunk and partying like there was no tomorrow, dancing until his feet hurt and his body was sweaty and exhausted. He knew he could move. Knew this boy had not been able to look away from him as he claimed the dancefloor for himself, letting the music seep into his soul and the energy of the crowd fuel him.

He was too far away to make out his features exactly, but he was tall, raven-haired and just screamed no good intentions. Jimin knew how to flirt. How to make sure he wasn't being too obvious but very clear that he knew  this stranger was watching him- and that he loved it.  

He hadn't been surprised when he looked back to the place the tall, dark-haired stranger had stood and found him no longer there- only to feel a warm presence behind him a few moments later. 

He had smirked to himself and pretended not to notice the way he danced closer and closer. He had twirled and turned so he could get a better look at him.

And damn, he was handsome. Not just tall and well build, with broad shoulders yet narrow waist, but his face was strikingly beautiful too, young looking, but definitely up to no good. He was an awesome dancer. Not the kind that only stomped from one feet to the other, making it look like they were trying to trample some poor insect, but able to swing those hips and his movements natural and in tact to the beat, his white shirt allowing him to see the defined outline of muscles beneath. Jimin had licked his lips. Good dancers meant good bed-mates, that much he knew. 

The club had been full and crowded and no one seemed to notice the way the boy was bumping into him more than necessary. Let his hands wander to places that were definitely not accidental, down to his waist, grazing his ass, and his thighs. Jimin had let him. 

He knew this kind of stage: the testing. To see whether the other would dance further away- or, in Jimin's case, moved a little closer, letting the other boy know yes- he was definitely into it. And damn, he had not made Jimin wait for long before he expertly danced behind him, then felt two strong arms grip his waist and pull him back against a hard, hot chest, followed by his lips close to his ear, his breath hot and teasing. "Wanna get outta here, little angel?"

Yep...and here he was.In some strangers flat. A very expensive, modern looking flat, but really, it could have been an underground bunker and he wouldn't have cared. Not when the boy kissed him like THAT.

He tasted amazing. Something lemony and exotic and yet musky, absolutely male as he met every sweep of his tongue with one of his own.The boy was still walking them inside the room, then decided Jimin was too slow on his smaller legs and grabbed his thighs, lifting him clean up the floor and it was instinct to lock his hands behind his neck, holding on tight as they kept devouring each other.

Jesus, he was strong. And tall. And an amazing kisser, his head swirling and hazy, and he wrung out a pleasured sigh from Jimin when he took his lower lip between his and sucked, then slightly bit before releasing it.

And then the walking into the house ended when he connected with a wall, the taller pressing his strong chest against his, keeping him trapped between two hard surfaces, one of them breathing heavily.

"Just a fair warning. I'm not the sweet and gentle type," he roughly said and his low words were mirroring the heat and hunger in his dark eyes.

Jimin smirked, the pursed his lips before licking them."Didn't think you were. And definitely hoped you weren't."

He liked it rough.In every other aspect of his life, he was a bit of a control freak, especially when it came to work.And work had been the reason he ended up here tonight.The reason he hadn't wavered a second when this stranger asked him to come home with him.Tonight, he would give up that control and give it to this boy.

A devilish smirk formed on said boys lips now, his eyes blazing."Glad to hear that, but still gonna make you regret saying that."

Jimin shivered, then moaned as his mouth invaded his again, hot and demanding, while his hand on his waist slipped beneath his shirt, skin meeting skin and then he was lost in the feeling of those long, skilled fingers exploring his abs, then up to his chest.His back arched off the wall and his mouth opened wider in a rough exhale when he felt his thumbs flicker over his nipple, hardening the knops before he took them between two fingers and pulled not all that gently.

God, this guy knew what he was doing.Jimin had picked well tonight."You like that?" the boy asked with a grin against his lips, and then did it again, causing another shuddery moan to escape him.

The taller chuckled, like Jimin's sounds were answer enough before gripping his shirt tight and pulling it over his head, his white hair getting ruffled.

The taller stared at him in the soft lighting, letting dark, blazing eyes travel over his naked torso."So pale...I bet you bruise easy," he murmured and Jimin trembled again, before he grinned wickedly and let out in a rough whisper: "Wanna find out?"

Those dark eyes lifted up to his face after trailing the column of his neck, before coming to a rest at his lips.A dark, sinful side grin appeared."I think I do. But first-"He stepped away and Jimin nearly tumbled to the floor when the weight holding him against the wall disappeared. In one smooth motion, the taller reached behind him and pulled his own shirt off.Jimin's mouth turned dry.

Tanned skin. Tight, coiled muscles all over, the shape of them perfection. This one liked to keep in shape, that was for sure.

He stepped forward again, but instead of pressing him into the wall once more, he grabbed his waist and turned them both, so it was him who stood against the wall, Jimin before him.He tilted his head down, the strands of his long back hair tickling his cheeks as he aligned their lips, feeling his breath hot and teasing as he brought up one of those wicked, long fingers and traced the shape of his lower lip.A thrill went through him. The not knowing what this stranger was going to do, but dying to find out.And then did as the boy said in a low  dark rumble:"First I wanna see what else that mouth can do despite talking dirty."

And with that, he put both hands on his shoulders and pushed him down to his knees.Oh...Oh, Jesus, this was one dirty son of a bitch.Jimin loved it- felt himself harden even more than he already had at the wickedness of his speech and actions. And at the thing in front of him.The bulge in his jeans.

Oh...he was gonna enjoy this.He reached out to undo the button, but his hands got slapped away.He stared up at the handsome boy grinning down at him smugly.He didn't say anything, only tapped against his own lips with a finger.

Jimin almost moaned simply because of his clear demand and the indecency of it.He loved it when they knew what they wanted and demanded it of him. Jimin grinned up and held his eyes as he leaned forward and his lips met the cold, metallic taste of his jeans button.

He could see and hear the rattling breath leaving the boy as Jimin used his teeth and tongue to undo it, then slipped lower to take the little zipper between his front teeth and slowly rolled it down.The sound of it filled the room and had both of them shudder.

"Can I use my hands now?" Jimin asked in a sultry voice, feeling a little impatient.A slight bob of his chin and Jimin smiled impishly as he grabbed the waistband of both the jeans and the boxer beneath.Calvin klein...so he had a fashion sense too.

But then all thought died in his head when his trousers hit the floor and his face was inches from his hardened erection.He trembled at the sight of it.Jesus mother in heavens, he was huge.Large and hard and slightly tilted upwards, promising wicked delight.

Just the through of having that impressive length inside him had Jimin let out a rough breath.The boy tensed, as if the breath had tickled his cock and a wicked smile slipped over Jimin's face.

Oh, he was gonna show this boy that his mouth could not just speak dirty, but do dirty.

Slowly, while holding his eyes, he leaned forward and rolled out his tongue- right over the tip.The boy hissed and his abs tightened, revealing their beautiful shape, even more pronounced now.Jimin did it again savoring the taste of him, wild and exotic and totally forbidden."You're a fucking tease aren't you?" the boy let out through clenched teeth.Jimin didn't answer him- not with words. Instead he wrapped his lips around the tip and sucked slightly.

"Fuck," the taller groaned out and his hips jerked forward a little, like he couldn't control it."Enough playing, " he growled and Jimin loved to comply, wrapping one small hand around his base and took him deeper into his mouth. He loved the texture- so steely and hard, and yet satin to the touch. 

But damn, this would be a challenge even for him. He had no idea if he could take him all the way even though his gag reflex was almost non existent.

The boy moaned, deep and long as Jimin took him deeper and deeper with each slide, the sound of it so gloriously dirty and sexual.He was breathing through his nose, trying to wrap both his mind and his mouth around how freaking large he was.

He felt him at the back of his throat and he choked a little, but if there was one thing Jimin was, it was ambitious in every aspect of his life, so he let his hand fall away and slid deep and long."Jesus motherfucking Christ!" The boy croaked out, sounding like he couldn't believe Jimin could take him so fully.Jimin cheered in success, but it didn't last long. 

A hand buried itself in his hair, grabbing almost painfully as the boy jerked him away and up, his breathing rough and his eyes lazed with pleasure and slight disbelieve."You-" he started, then let out a rough chuckle. "You are unbelievable!"

And with that he pulled Jimin closer again, invading his mouth once more. He was sure the taller could taste himself on his lips, but he seemed to love that too as he pushed of the wall and walked them backwards, Jimin seeking balance with his hands on the boy's waist. 

A low growl and then he was suddenly turned and bend forward by a rough push to his shoulder blades, ending with his chest pressed onto a massive oak table, large enough to seat at least ten people. 

Rich. This boy had to be super rich, but none of that really mattered. It might as well have been a dirty kitchen sink he was bend over and he would be just as breathless and turned on. 

The grip in his hair hadn't lessened and the boy used it now to pull up his head, making his neck strain and his little whimper ending in a throaty groan instead. "My turn," the taller seethed into his ear and didn't hesitate to pull down Jimin's pants with his free hand. The air brazed over his naked ass, filling him with glee but also anticipation. He heard the sound of the slap before he felt it and groaned again at the pain and the hand rubbing over the place gently afterwards.

"Such a nice ass," the boy puffed against his ear, sounding lost in his pleasure and the appreciation of Jimin. "I couldn't look away from it as you danced, imagining all the things I wanted to do to it." 

He slapped him again on the same spot, Jimin's breath coming out rough and rattled, the hand in his hair pulling a bit tighter as well before the low, rumble of words made his world go blank. "Wanna find out?"

"Yes. Yes please," Jimin immediately moaned out, unable to stop himself. And just like in the club, the boy didn't make him wait long. The grip on his hair disappeared, before two strong hands lifted both his thighs on the table too, then landed on both butt cheeks in a soundly clap, before spreading them apart. And then Jimin moaned, hot and long onto the wooden surface at the first wet lick of a tongue. 

His hands flew out, finding the edge of the table and gripping it hard as the boy licked him again over his entrance, then did some unholy swirls of his tongue which had Jimin's back arch and slightly lift of the table. 

He slapped him a third time, then spread him wider as he pushed into him with that hot, wicked tongue and Jimin didn't even try to stop the sounds coming out of him. 

"Stay there," the boy suddenly growled against his ass, and stepped away. Jimin lay there panting on the table as he heard some footsteps, rustling and footsteps again before the boy was behind him again.

"You want this?" he asked as he drew circles over his ass. "Mhh," Jimin murmured in agreement, wriggling his ass a little. "How about this?" came his next sultry question, closely followed by a slap, his skin so much more sensitive now and the burn creating an inferno of painful and pleasurable. "Yes-" his agreement flew out of his mouth, rough and quivery. God's this was intense. He'd never been needier, never ready to beg more. 

"And how about this?" the boy asked a humored chuckle accompanying his question before he felt something wet and slick and oh- 

Holy, seven hells. Jimin's answer to that wet finger pushing slightly into him was only a dark, rumbling moan. "Yeah, you like that, don't you?" they boy growled behind him and pushed in more, widening him, Jimin's muscles clenching around that finger inside him. 

And yeah, this boy was no stranger to sleeping around either, working him with that single finger, swirling it inside him, before he drew out and a second one followed. Jimin moaned again. Shit... if even his fingers could render him so completely senseless, what would it feel like with his dick inside him? He was going crazy just thinking about it, shifting his hips and pressing into the two fingers harder. 

"You want more, hmm?" the boy asked, sounding more than a little smug, but Jimin didn't care. For him, he would beg and not even regret it one bit. "Yes...please."

He felt him lean over, his hard chest pressing him harder onto the surface as he moved his fingers more thoroughly inside him and in circular motion, driving him absolutely insane. 

"Beg me some more and I'll think about it." 

Fuck... by all that was holy and saint, what had he gotten himself into? But it was too late now. Much too late. He was too far gone- wanting it too much, he would do anything. 

"Please, please fuck me."

A growl of male satisfaction and those fingers slid out, only for a much larger pressure to replace it. Jimin forgot how to breath. How to think about anything other than that massive length pushing in. Jimin gasped as the pain of being stretched so fully nearly overwhelmed him, his back arching into the air, trying to take it, the boy behind him groaning as he tried to hold back, meeting the resistance.There was a shift, a give in and then the boy thrust in long and deep and Jimin let out a little scream as his curved dick hit that spot inside him. He'd been right. It was made for wicked pleasure. 

"Fuck, you're so big," he managed to pant out, his body trembling with how deep he felt him inside of him. The raven-haired boy answered his compliment with a deep thrust, making Jimin's knees scrape over the table before two strong hands gripped his waist, the younger drew back and used his hold to pull Jimin back, right into that curved instrument of pleasure. Nothing- No one. Never had anything felt better. And he was definitely going to bruise. On his knees and the tight, almost painful grip on his waist and doubtlessly on his ass as the boy behind him thrust into him harder, shattering his mind. 

"Give me your hands," he growled in a commanding low voice but Jimin didn't immediately comply- not because he didn't want to, simply because he was unable to do anything but moan and try to not completely loose it right then and there.

The boy growled and reached forward, pushing deep into him while also grabbing his upper arms tight- another part that would bruise later- and twisted his arms behind him. And then...

Sweet, holy mother Jesus... Using his arms as leverage, he thrust into him again and again, quickening his pace and hitting that spot inside him over and over again, the sound of his hips against his ass loud and hot and oh... He'd never been fucked this hard. By no one. And he freaking loved it. "You like that?" the boy growled, rough sounds leaving his mouth, like he too, was overwhelmed by how fucking good this felt. So fucking deep.

Jimin was mumbling, maybe screaming but definitely agreeing. In every sense. The "Yes.." and "Oh," and "So fucking good," just tumbling out of him as the boy growled and fucked him so hard he saw stars. Usually Jimin could go for quite a while, loving to draw out his pleasure. Not today.

He felt his breathing turn ragged, his sense slowly being overwhelmed and that rising tension in him building and building. The need. The want. Every thrust into him reaching deeper. 

"Shit.. shit," he heard the boy pant behind him, the grip on his arms tightening as his pace became frenzy and uncontrolled. Oh shit indeed. Oh bloody, holy shit. 

It crashed over him before he even had a chance to shout a warning, taking him by such surprise, his mouth formed a massive O and as if the taller sensed it, he thrust hard and deep. Jimin came with a scream, harder than he ever had, the pleasure causing his body to twitch as he released onto a probably very expensive oak tree and didn't give a shit. 

The boy pulled back, and then buried himself deep inside him one more time, growling deep and long and throaty as he felt him release inside him, the body behind him jerking in his own release. 

Jimin lay there, panting, trying to get a grip on himself. Trying to figure out how to speak or move or even blink again. It took him so long, it was almost ridiculous. 

"You okay?" he heard the low, yet still breathless question from the boy. "Uh.. yeah..give me a sec," Jimin mumbled out, then winced as the boy pulled out. Fuck.. he would definitely not be able to walk straight tomorrow. Thank god he wouldn't have to sit all day in his office since it was Sunday the next day. Well, it was probably past midnight, so...

His thoughts ebbed away like a cloud on a windy day as he felt those strong arms on him again, but this time gentle and sweet and it was such a change to what just happened, he was momentarily shocked. He was turned slowly and gently sat down on the edge of the table and then he stared up at the boy who just gave him the best Fuck he ever had. 

"Sure you're okay?" he asked, and there was a trace of worry in his voice, like he had never expected it to get this rough either. Jimin nodded. Usually, a snorty response or a cheeky answer was never far from his mind, but right now, staring up into those dark eyes, he found not a single one of them, his mind empty. 

The boy smiled at his speechlessness, like he found it absolutely adorable. And Jimin... Jesus, he was still staring. He was dazzling. Absolutely dazzling when he smiled."What? Got nothing to say? Was I that good, hm?" he drooled and the dazzling smile turned into a grin, smug and overconfident. 

He finally he snapped out of it, letting out a snort and pursing his lips at him. "Don't pretend like it didn't blow your mind either."

"I would never lie to you, angel," he exclaimed in mocked horror and Jimin actually chuckled. Great. Absolutely handsome, rich, unbelievable in bed, sense of fashion and liked to keep in shape and now he was funny too? Could this guy be any more perfect?

"And that's exactly what every one lying would say," Jimin chuckled back, then sighed. He wasn't going to see this guy again anyway, and it couldn't hurt to complement the obvious."Well, if you must know the truth then, fine. You were good. Really good. Like super fucking good." 

They boys answering grin basically screamed: I know, you didn't have to tell me. Smug bastard... just how he liked them. He should really go or some demented part of his brain that was all lust and need would demand for him to stay. 

"I certainly wont forget," he told him and made a move to push him away, but the boys low rumbled of laughter stopped him, his hands resting on his thighs making no move to let him go. "You're so cute," he let out and Jimin's head shot up in surprise. There were a lot of things Jimin had been just now, but cute was not one of them. 

The boy caught his questioning gaze and that damn smirk appeared again, wide and wicked. Jimin shivered, then let out a surprised breath when the boy leaned forward, into him, using one hand to tilt his head up to his and kept it there, the same hunger and want blazing in them as before. 

And in a low sultry voice he spoked directly onto his lips. "Cute of you to think I'm already done with you." 

Oh...Jesus. He really had had no fucking idea what he was getting himself into.

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Yep... I really opened with that...