The Boyfriend Experience | PJM
The Boyfriend Experience: Jimin
The BFE: Masterlist
Pairing: Escort!Jimin x Virgin.Fem!Reader
Rating: M 🔞; NSFW
Genre: sex!work AU; fluff; smut
Warnings: legal sex work (in this AU); sex for hire; cussing; explicit sexual conversations; alcohol consumption; dirty talk; exhibitionism; clit play; breast/nipple play; heavy petting; oral sex (mutual); protected sex; orgasm denial; stamina!; multiple orgasms; (somewhat) rough sex but with aftercare
Word count: 9,132 words
Summary: 💬 By the time he knocked at the door, I was a bottle of wine deep. I answered sheepishly, gripping onto a nearly empty wine glass. He let me know that it’s everyone’s first time once and that there was no need to be nervous. I didn’t need to do anything I didn’t want to.
A/N: This was supposed to be posted by Jimin's birthday but I couldn't get my shit together and RL got in the way so ...here we are! Anyway, I kept flip-flopping on my ideas re: how to write the reader-insert character here so I hope this characterization works out fine.
A/N2: As in my other fics, I listen to a lot of music while I write. For this one in particular, I had my Miguel playlist going--specifically, the song, "Use Me." It also helped that I watched that Run BTS performance multiple times 🤣
A/N3: Also, I want to thank @internetjunkdrawer for beta'ing this, sending me suggestions, and just being my reliable Jimin consultant 😜 Thank you, @itdoesntmatterwhy as well for allowing me to run a couple ideas by you and making sure that this scenario was plausible and that OC wasn't a caricature or silly stereotype! 😘
‼️IMPORTANT: Although the narration will include Jimin's name, OC/Reader will not address him as so because she booked him under an assumed alias. Weird, I know but--let's just go with it 😉
“Crap!” You gasped after picking up the empty bottle of wine. You only intended to have a couple glasses–maybe three–to calm your nerves. Next thing you knew, you’d downed the whole thing.
Before you grab another one out of your kitchen, your apartment’s buzzer goes off making you jump. Even after drinking a whole bottle of wine, you were still edgy. Could anxiety burn off alcohol? Was that even possible?
You stood and attempted to take a step, but you almost lost your footing on wobbly legs. Welp...that certainly answered your question about the alcohol.
You shook your head, refocusing your vision and smoothed the creases on your dress before walking towards the intercom.
“H-hello?” You spoke nervously into the box.
“Hi, YN. It’s me.”
You were expecting a deep, husky, come-hither voice–like one that was made for phone sex. Instead, he sounded like a completely normal guy…a normal guy whom you were paying to have sex with you.
How did you even get to this point?
A couple years back, at an office holiday party, you had drunkenly confessed to your work-wife that you were a virgin. She was incredulous at first and thought that you were pulling her leg. But you told her, absolutely zero experience with dick.
Since then, she’s made it her mission to get you laid. Secretly trying to fix you up during happy hours or random nights out with her.
Once, you came very close to going all the way. You confessed to your date that you had never had sex before. From that point on, the dynamic turned for the worse. He treated it as a fetish and it ultimately put you off.
Needless to say, you stopped dating for a while. Until your friend asked you what you planned to do for your 30th birthday.
You hadn’t really thought about it since it was months away. You figured a nice dinner with your closest friends would suffice.
Why don’t you try this app?
It all started with a damn app. You thought it was another trash trend that she was trying to get you into. But this wasn’t your run-of-the-mill dating app.
An escort service?
There was no way you were paying anyone to have sex with you. It just sounded…wrong?
Out of curiosity, your friend let you browse through her app. She had recently become a member and was raving about her experience, following her most recent breakup with her boyfriend.
As you scrolled through, you had to admit that these guys were hot and promised discretion. But they came at a premium price.
After a week of thinking it through, you asked your friend to officially send a referral to the company. Days later, you heard back and received your own confirmation to access the app.
You browsed through it, then closed out of it. Browsed. Closed out. You did this several times for the next few weeks. It was almost part of your daily routine. There was one profile in particular that kept calling you back and this whole time, you’d been gathering up the courage to actually book him.
Finally, after a particularly difficult week, you opened the app again. You scrolled down to his profile and tapped on it. Unlike in the past where you’ve repeatedly chickened out after ogling at his photos, you finally click on the date-picker icon and zero-in on one particular day. By some stroke of luck, he was free. You took it as a sign–so you clicked on “book,” and a few minutes later, received a confirmation notice.
Your heart raced at the memory. You had many opportunities to cancel–but you didn’t. And tonight was the night. You release a deep breath, calming yourself down.
“Come on up!” You buzzed him right in.
You round the corner to your kitchen and discard your empty bottle then quickly check yourself in the mirror. You look slightly flushed and your pupils dilated…but it didn’t bother you. It was just the alcohol working itself through your veins.
Seconds later, you hear a knock on the door.
“It’s just a guy…calm down,” you mumble to yourself before grabbing the door handle.
“Hi there,” Jimin said with a small smile.
“Holy shit,” you breathed out.
The corners of his mouth quirked into a chuckle.
For a supposed casual night in, he was still dressed to impress. He wore a light gray suit and a white button-up without a tie.
Nope–this was no normal guy. The soft crinkle in his eyes that he had when he smiled was in stark contrast to the rest of his look. His hair was brushed to the side and those plush pink lips were like magnets that you were immediately drawn into.
“Will you invite me in?”
You shook your head. “O-of course,” you stammered. “Oh my god. Where are my manners?” You said in a slightly higher-than-normal octave. “Come on in!”
He walks–no–struts in and takes a quick look at your living room before turning back to face you.
“Can I give you a kiss on the cheek?”
It took you a second to realize that you were the only other person in the room and he was asking if he could kiss you on the cheek!
“Yes,” you answer meekly.
He smiled again, closed in on you and planted a soft kiss on your cheek. You felt a little flutter in your belly and it made you smile.
“You smell nice. What’s that?”
“YSL…Black Opium.” You weren’t sure if it was sensual enough. Although you contemplated getting a Chanel sample or something a bit more spicy-smelling, you ended up going with your everyday perfume. Besides, you couldn’t stand any of those scents anyway.
He hummed. “I can smell the vanilla and coffee notes–sexy.”
You were surprised at his in-depth knowledge of women’s perfumes but your cheeks warmed up at the thought that he found it sexy.
“You can put your stuff over here,” you walked over to your dining area and pointed to one of the chairs.
“Thank you,” he responded politely as he set his bag down.
“Would you like a drink?”
“I’d love one,” he replied.
You smiled and offered him a seat on your couch, urging him to help himself to some food.
“Uh–sorry I didn’t have dinner set up. I figured I’d ask you what you felt like eating rather than making assumptions. I have a charcuterie board, though?”
His eyes drift over to your coffee table where you had refreshments set out. “Wow, that’s nice of you. I’m honestly fine with whatever you like. I’m not picky,” he smiles.
He gestures towards your sofa “After you.” You smile nervously and walk back to the living room, where he follows close behind you.
“Do you prefer red or white?”
“I’ll drink whatever you’re drinking.”
Well…you had just downed a bottle of white before he got here so maybe it would be helpful to retrieve a fresh bottle if you were offering it.
While he settles on your couch, you excuse yourself to go into the kitchen to grab the bottle of white you had chilling in the fridge. After uncorking it, your eyes drift to the plain envelope that you had sitting on your countertop. You presumed it might be rude to have the money in plain sight sitting in the living room.
Cash in-hand, you return to the couch. He sat there with his jacket off, completely relaxed with his legs in a figure-four position, his arm draped across the back cushion.
Reaching for the bottle, he takes it from you and pours two glasses. You mouthed your thanks and proceed to the next order of business.
“Here’s uh–your…” You struggle to find a formal word for it, until you settle on, “Your compensation.”
He reaches out for the envelope. “You mean, my fee?”
You grimaced. You were paying him for sex but you felt that he deserved some respect. “I just didn’t want to be too blunt about it,” you muttered.
“Nothing blunt about getting paid for a job, YN. And thank you,” he says after accepting the envelope and sets it aside. He reaches to pick up the glasses on the coffee table and hands one to you.
He raises his, inviting you to a toast. “Here’s to a night of fun.” You raise yours and clink it against his. “To a night of fun,” you echo before taking another healthy sip.
“Mm…Is that a vintage?” He comments on the wine, holding up his glass to the light.
“It is. It was a good year. I have memberships at a couple different wineries. This one in particular is one of my favorites,” you divulged.
A smile ghosted his lips. “Soon to be mine, too.”
He took another sip and you followed with a longer swig.
An awkward silence falls. A few moments later, you shift in your seat and clear your throat to gather your nerves. “So…d-do we just get into it?”
He smiled warmly at you. “Why don’t we talk a bit more? Get comfortable, get to know each other. We don’t need to rush into it.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to come off too eager or anything,” you chuckle nervously. “It’s just that I’ve never done this before, so I don’t really know how this works.”
His tone was sincere and reassuring. “That’s alright. And you have me until the next morning, so we can take our time.”
You blew out a sigh of relief after he reminded you of your booking. “Right.”
You could have booked him for just a couple hours, which was about the average time for an experience. But for your particular case, you thought it would take some more time.
“How was your day today?” The question seemed so mundane but it was casual and you could tell that he wanted to make you feel at ease.
“Fine. Good,” you gave him a small smile.
“And what was good about it?” His gaze was so unnerving. The look in his eyes had this odd combination of calm turbulence. It was a look that said, ‘I want to take good care of you…by nailing you to the mattress.’
You fluttered your eyelashes and giggled nervously. “To be honest with you, I spent half the day getting ready because I was really looking forward to tonight,” you finished with a whisper.
“Well, that makes both of us then,” he smiled before taking another sip of wine. “So tell me, what would you like to get out of this experience?”
You inwardly cringe. You had filled out the intake questionnaire and comments section. Wrote out fantasies and things you’d like to try. You didn’t really want to repeat all of that in front of him. “You read my profile, right,” you ask carefully.
“Yes, I did. But I would still like to hear it from you. Maybe you missed a few details or changed your mind since you filled out your profile.”
You thought about tip-toeing around it but Jimin didn’t seem the type to mince words. He looked like somebody who appreciated honesty.
You’d contemplated this date for weeks…maybe even months! It took you a while to actually pull the trigger on this and it was mostly because your birthday was closing in. Another year older, another year of an unremarkable, nonexistent sex life.
You purse your lips and shrug your shoulders sheepishly. “Nope. Nothing’s changed…I just want to have sex,” you say quietly. “Pretty boring, I know.”
“There’s nothing boring about sex…at least, it shouldn’t be,” he interjects.
You mentally kick yourself for that ‘boring’ comment. Why did you book him if you thought it was going to be boring? You could have just gone to a bar and picked someone up or just slept with the mailroom guy at your office. That guy seemed like he could be really discreet, too.
But no…You did not want the mailroom guy. You wanted this experience to be special and memorable. People can think you were shallow for this but at this stage in your life, you wanted someone who not only knew what they were doing but one who was also far better-looking than any average guy at a bar…or a mailroom.
As soon as you came across his profile, he looked like the perfect guy who ticked all of your boxes.
“So…I hope you don’t mind but I’ve made a list. I’m a huge fan of efficiency and I want to be able to make the most of my time with you.”
His eyebrows lifted, his interest piqued. “Oh, nice. I like that.”
“I’m kind of a Type-A, so…” you trail off apologetically.
“I don’t mind,” he says softly.
After he assures you, you picked up your phone off the coffee table and pulled your notes app up on the screen. You peered up at him as he waited in anticipation.
“Let’s hear it,” he coaxes.
You start to read off your list. “So…oral sex–you go down on me, and then I’ll go down on you. I read on your profile that you’re okay with that. Is that still accurate?”
He smiles and nods politely and urges you to continue rattling off activities you’d like to try during your booking.
“And there’s regular cowgirl and reverse cowgirl…definitely want to see what that’s about,” you muttered. “I also want to try doggy-style if…that’s what they still call it?”
“Last I checked, that still applied,” he smiled.
“Okay, great! And uhm…I also want to try standing sex? I’m a bit of a yoga enthusiast and I heard that’s sort of a must-try position?”
He grinned and nodded in affirmation. “That all sounds very achievable.”
You breathed out a sigh of relief. “Oh, okay! I was afraid that I didn’t book enough time for this.”
His eyes widened. He was perplexed but he didn't make it obvious to you. Clearing his throat, he asked, “Y-you mean you want to get through all of that…tonight?”
“Well, yeah,” you answer matter-of-factly. “I thought that we might as well knock out as much as we can because let’s face it, you’re a little expensive and I’m not sure if I would like to book another session,” you clarify.
While the overnight rate was cheaper than the hourly rate, what you were paying him still wasn't considered chunk change. You wanted to make the most of your experience and get your money’s worth.
He shifted in his seat. “I understand,” he says with a warm smile. “And we can try all of that but I want to make sure that you’re fully satisfied, not because you’re crossing out a to-do list.”
You sighed. “I just wanted to try a variety of things other than ‘missionary.’”
“There’s nothing wrong with ‘missionary’. If you take your time with foreplay and your partner knows how to position you properly to hit the right spots. You can get some good orgasms out of it.”
Your eyebrows lifted. “Oh…” You responded in a slightly higher octave.
“I can show you how good ‘missionary’ could be,” he said with a slight twitch of his brow.
“O-okay,” you stuttered with a voice unrecognizable as your own. “That’s…uh, okay. I can add that to the list,” you say shakily.
Silence falls between you two as you exchange tense gazes. He took another sip of his drink and you watched as his tongue licked off some errant droplets of wine that were on his lower lip.
“Was there more?” He queried with a soft smile.
You blinked furiously as the wine started to settle into your veins, making you speak before you thought about it. “I’m sorry, I was just a little distracted–you’re…really, really good-looking. And I-I just…I didn’t expect–” You halt your babbling. “Sorry. I’m…I’m…I’m just–”
“Hey,” he rests his hand on your knee quelling your anxiety, “Stop apologizing. It’s just us here and I get that you’re nervous but you don’t have to be. You can trust me, okay?”
You nodded at his reassurance.
“And thank you for the compliment. I think you’re beautiful,” he added.
You feel a slight flush on your cheeks, muttering your thanks, then exhale sharply to reset your thoughts. “How long have you been doing this kind of work?”
Really, though, what else would you talk to an escort about?
“A while now,” he answers simply.
“And…do you enjoy it?”
“I do, as a matter of fact,” he responded with certainty. “I find it rewarding. A mutual fulfillment of pleasure.”
“Really?” You were skeptical. “You get pleasure from all of your clients?”
“Yes,” he answers confidently.
You found that hard to believe. A normal person can’t possibly be attracted to or get off on just anybody… “And you’ve never met anyone whom…you didn’t want to have sex with?”
He chuckled softly. “So far, that hasn’t happened to me.”
“Huh. That’s pretty unbelievable,” you remark before taking a gulp of your wine.
“You’d be surprised. When you have an innate desire to please your partner…” His fingers subtly brush your arm. “It fuels you…and you experience the same high.”
This piqued your curiosity even further. “And exactly how many–”
He shook his head and tutted. “Tonight should be all about us, YN. Just you and me. Nobody else.”
You nodded wordlessly. It was amazing how he had this silent, soft power to him. From the outset, he sure didn’t look like it at first. He seemed like someone you’d go see a chick-flick with at the movie theater, hold hands or share an ice cream sundae afterwards then he’d walk you home and end the night with a kiss on the cheek.
But the longer you sit here with him, you’re finding that he still looked like the type to go see that chick flick with you…except in this scenario, he’d be finger-fucking you in the back row, while you try your best to muffle your orgasmic moans. Then, he’d take you home and end the night by licking ice cream off your naked body.
Your chest heaved as you took in a deep breath at the thought of this man ravishing your body for the rest of the night.
“Are you alright?”
You gulped audibly. “Uh–y-yeah. Yes!” Your voice is shaky but you try not to make it obvious.
Unfortunately, your efforts fail because he still senses it.
He calmly takes your glass and sets it on the coffee table. You swallow hard when he scoots closer to you. His hands came up and pushed through your hair and brushed your cheeks with a gentleness.
Cupping your jaw and tilting your head up slightly, he asks, “May I?”
Ignoring the fluttering of nerves in your belly, you held his gaze. “Yes.”
He took your breath away with a kiss. His tongue traced the seam, then dipped inside, licking and teasing.
He lowered you against the couch’s headrest, your body flushed with his, moaning when he shifted to lie half over you. Your hands slid up and down his back, your leg lifting to hook over his hip. He caught your lower lip between his teeth and stroked the curve with the tip of his tongue, making you sigh.
He groaned in response…the sound was so erotic it made you wetter.
Your back arched as his hand crept beneath the hem of your dress and snaked upwards to squeeze your thigh under the material.
“Your skin is so soft,” he murmured against your mouth. He kissed his way following your jawline, then buried his face in your neck. “Do you like when I touch you?”
“Mm, yeah…hmm…” You moaned incoherently in response.
He continues to suckle on your neck, he pulls his hands from underneath your dress. It now traveled up your torso, where he gave your breast a gentle squeeze. He felt your nipple harden under your bra.
Things were escalating quicker than you had expected. If you didn’t take hold of your senses, you’d sooner pop your cherry on your couch. It wasn’t what you had envisioned for your ‘perfect night.’
“Hmm…my bedroom is uh, right around back there,” you utter softly.
He lifted his head. “It doesn’t have to be in the bedroom…” He planted a soft kiss on your chin, “…Or on a bed,” then darted his tongue in that notch at the base of your neck.
“So…you mean…h-here?” You squeaked.
“Yeah. Why not?” You hadn’t thought about having sex on the couch. And though it sounded appealing, you’d rather be comfortable.
“Uhm…I think I’d prefer the bed…if that’s okay with you?” You felt weird that you had to ask him about this. You hoped you hadn’t killed the mood.
“Of course, we can do that. Remember, it’s not about what I want. This night is all about you and I want you to fully enjoy yourself. So if it’s the bed you want, then…” He trails off and holds his hand out to you. You take it and you both walk towards the bedroom.
You weren’t exactly sure whether it was the alcohol, your nerves…him? All of the above? Either way, the path to your room felt much longer than it usually did.
Once in there, he sits you on the mattress and remains standing in front of you.
He slowly starts unbuttoning his shirt. You watched him carefully, his mouth was lax, his eyes hooded. Anticipation has your stomach churning and your thighs clenching shut.
With his final button unfastened, he closes in with his shirt draped open. You suddenly have the urge to run your tongue down his center.
As if reading your mind, he coaxes you. “Go ahead.”
With his permission you reach up and run your finger down his chest. While he looks down to follow your trail, he nudges his way between your thighs. You look up at his face and see his lips quirk at the edges and his eyes sparkle, the slight crinkling in the corners softening the moment’s intensity.
He dips his head down. As your lips brush, only very lightly, your body giving way as he crawls over you. Your hands fly up to his hair making him growl his approval as he moves his hands to the base on your spine and urges your body closer to him.
His tongue licks into your mouth and your heartbeat spikes. His hands drift down your body, gripping your thighs, his hands sliding upward beneath the edges of your dress until his fingertips find the lace of your panties, making you gasp.
“Uh…w-wait.”
He immediately stops. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, no,” you respond quickly. “I…” you exhale sharply. “I’m sorry, I’m just really nervous. I’m in my head about it.”
He brushed your cheek gently. “Listen, if you’re not ready–”
“No, I am, it’s just…ugh,” you shut your eyes and groaned.
At this point, he rolls off you and sits up while you remain lying down, hiding your face in your hands.
“Hey, come on. Talk to me,” he urges softly. “What are you feeling or thinking?”
“I’m sorry if I’ve wasted your time.”
His eye brow creases in confusion. “Wasted my time?” he echoed. “H-how?”
You uncover your face and find the strength to sit up and meet his eyes. The beauty of this agreement was that you can terminate the experience at any point. Their business guaranteed satisfaction. And although you knew in your mind that he would no doubt satisfy you, you weren’t sure if you’d exactly satisfy him.
“I mean, you can definitely keep the money. I know that we had a deal and–”
“Is that what you really want? To terminate?”
“W-well…” you sighed with hesitation.
“Aren’t you attracted to me?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, of course I’m very attracted to you. You’re perfect!”
“Then why?” He asks.
You shrug your shoulders. “I just…felt like doing something crazy,” you mumble.
“And do you do crazy things often?”
You shook your head vehemently. “Oh no, no. Very rarely.”
“So you consider yourself to be rational most of the time?”
You nodded softly.
“You said it yourself, you’re a Type-A so…this means that you thought about this very carefully. This wasn’t a decision that you took lightly. How long did you consider this before you decided to book me?”
You let out a sharp breath. “I don’t know…weeks? Maybe even months after I gained access to the app.”
He regards you intently. “Okay so…that means that you weren’t doing this on a whim. You thought about this carefully and decided that you want this. But…now that you have me, why won’t you take me?”
You shook your head. “It’s not you. It’s…” You let out a sigh of frustration. “I don’t know why this wouldn’t just come naturally to me. I’m a grown woman, not a teenager…this is just embarrassing.”
“There’s nothing embarrassing about being a virgin.”
That was something you’d never added to any of your dating profiles in other apps but somehow, the promise of discretion and professionalism gave you a sense of security to divulge this on your Boyfriend Experience app.
You groan in frustration. “It’s just sex! I don’t know why I’m so torn up about this.”
“If it’s just sex that you want, why go through with this? Why hire me? You’re a beautiful woman and I’m sure at some point, someone’s propositioned you?”
“Yeah,” You sighed. “But…I guess…maybe this whole time, I’ve been searching for something specific. And I think, to make that happen, I probably have to pay for it.”
“Alright, well…you have me right here.”
“Exactly why are you still here? I just offered to pay you for the entire night for practically doing nothing.”
“I’m here because I find you interesting.”
“Interesting?” You chuckle incredulously. “Right…an almost 30-year old virgin is interesting.”
He shook his head softly. “I see that you’re conflicted about this. And to me, that’s interesting. I want to know why you feel this way.”
“Is this the first time you’ve ever met a woman who can’t make up her mind?”
“I’ve met women who can’t decide what entrée to order at a restaurant or what shoes would match their dress perfectly. But if at the end of the night, we end up in a bedroom together? They know what they want at that point.”
You hug your knees to your chest. “Honestly, I never really thought about it much until I realized that my 30th birthday was coming up. I don’t know about you but sometimes, a milestone like that puts things into perspective.”
“Because everyone else in the world has got such an exciting sexual roster?” He asks wryly.
You laughed. “No, it’s not that. I put off sex not because nobody ever caught my interest. It’s just that I’ve heard so many stories from my girlfriends and even a couple of my guy friends where they talk about their first times. Some of them have fond memories of it. Like, how special and romantic it was. And then you get stories of the ones who hated it because either they felt pressured, their partner blew their load too early, or that neither of them had any clue about what the hell they were doing.”
“That pretty much sounds like how most people’s first times are,” He chuckled.
“But that’s just it, right? Why can’t mine be an experience that was completely enjoyable, memorable, and pleasurable? Is that an unrealistic expectation?”
“I think, if anything, that sounds very realistic and practical of you,” he says without a trace of judgment in his voice.
“Really? You don’t think it’s too idealistic? Or delusional?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “I feel like everyone has some idealistic vision of how their first time would go. Doesn’t matter if you’re 16 or 36. You want to have good memories about it. You just want everything to go well.”
He wasn’t lying. It’s what you hoped your first time would be like. None of these awkward memories from when you were a teen or whenever your friends had lost their virginity.
Then he inhaled sharply. “I will say that most of us romanticize it too much. Like, the lighting has to be right with some music playing; or that you have to be in love with that person first and when you’re done, you cuddle until the sun comes up and then you’re going to be together forever.”
You laughed because when he came through your door, you had music playing, some candles, wine…You weren’t in love with him but you at least wanted to get the mood right for this moment.
“I’m not trying to be cynical or make fun of people who dream of that. Now that I’m,” he cleared his throat, “A bit more seasoned in that area. I think that as long as you feel some connection with that person and you’re doing it on your own terms, that’s what matters.”
“And you’re able to form a connection with all of your clients?”
“Of course.”
“Because you have to?” You thought you were finishing a sentence for him.
He exhaled quietly and smiled. “In my line of work, it’s all about choices. It’s what you choose to do. And whatever that choice is, you have to be in it, 100% because otherwise, what’s the point?”
“But you have off-days, I’m sure? Like, you wake up feeling like shit, not wanting to be this walking, talking fantasy for someone?”
He chuckled softly. “Who doesn’t have days like that? I’m still human. If I feel the need to take a break, I do. I turn the app off and then nobody can book me on those days. I can’t take care of my clients if I don’t take care of myself first.”
He then adds, “Also, we don’t want to make anybody feel as if they’re obliged to do anything…and in turn, clients can’t and don’t force us to do anything we don’t want to either. This is why we have these conversations, to have that fail-safe.”
“Hm,” you smirked. “That makes sense.”
You hesitate to ask and don’t want him to feel as if he’d wasted his time completely. “Would it be okay if we talked some more?”
“Of course,” he smiled warmly.
“I’ll get the wine then,” you remarked.
“Good idea.”
******
“What do you do when you’re not, you know, working as an escort? Do you have a day job?”
He leaned back against where his head rested–which was on your thighs, while you laid, curled up on your side, your elbow supporting your head. You didn’t mind the position. You were both completely comfortable.
In keeping with the spirit of comfort, you change out of your dress and into an oversized sleep-shirt over your carefully selected lingerie. You figured, in case things escalated again, you’d be prepared. He kept his shirt off–you weren’t exactly sure if he meant it as a way to entice you–which, let’s face it, you were practically drooling. But so far, he hasn’t made a move to pick up where you left off.
He sighed. “I used to have one, during my first couple years doing this. And then ultimately, it became too hard to keep up with all of these different schedules so I quit that and never looked back.”
You couldn’t imagine how challenging it would be for him to meet with clients and try to make it to a nine-to-five. And you figured that with what you were paying him, he certainly can afford it.
“Do you go out when you’re not working?”
“Nah, I’m sort of a recluse,” he laughed.
Your eyebrows lifted in surprise. “No way!”
“I am. It may not seem like it but sometimes I just like chilling at home. I don’t sleep much when I’m working so I try to catch up on that when I’m off.”
“You don’t sleep much because…your clients keep you up?”
His eyes were tickled with amusement. “Not all the time,” he says. “I often have trouble sleeping when I’m working.”
“What do you do when you can’t sleep?” You wondered with curiosity.
“I work out or…watch TV late at night.”
“How much interesting TV could be on at like, 3 in the morning?”
He chuckled. “Oh, you’d be surprised! I’ve developed a habit of watching people dig for gold in this random hole where they find the most random shit except actual gold,” he jested.
You laughed out loud.
“Seriously! They find random doorknobs from, like, the 17th century. Which, by the way, they actually hired and paid an expert to test and confirm the age. And I’m like–who the fuck cares about a rusty old doorknob? Where’s the gold? Seriously, it’s been over five years of this and at no point does anyone think, hmm…maybe there is no gold after all,” he ranted very passionately.
At this point, your elbow gives way while you collapse in giggles.
******
You ended up ordering food to be delivered at your place. He put his shirt back on but left it unbuttoned. It was difficult not to get distracted by his tattoos or his chest, in general but you tried to keep your focus on the conversation.
For the next couple of hours, over takeout containers, you continued talking about the most random things, sharing appetizers and eating off each other’s plates. You laughed and made jokes as if you’d known each other for years. He was a great conversationalist and for the first time since he walked through your door, your nerves had settled.
He looked more relaxed as well and it wasn’t just because of the alcohol. It must be difficult being in his shoes. Trying to keep up your interest in someone’s rambling stories about their life and all the while trying to seduce you into bed.
Now, he didn’t look like somebody intent on seducing you. He just looked like a normal guy. A normal guy whom you enjoyed having a conversation with.
After you put away your leftovers, you move back into the bedroom, and the conversation takes a slightly different turn.
“Seriously though, why haven’t you had sex with anyone? I’m sure there’s no shortage of horny guys out there. Is it a purity thing?”
You laughed heartily. “God, no! No, no…” You shook your head in between giggles.
“And you’ve never had any experience with sex at all? No kissing, touching…what about masturbation?”
“Oh, pfftt,” you blew out a raspberry. “I said I was a virgin, not an innocent! I’ve dated before and it’s gone as far as heavy petting? But no legitimate penetration, so to speak.”
He laughed and nodded at that. “Okay.”
“I’ll also have you know that I’ve invested in a very nice vibrator, since I’m a big girl and I can afford it now,” you both laughed. “And we have a really great relationship. In the end, we both know which of us feels used.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Ahh, so you’ve had an orgasm then?”
“Yes, I have,” you say simply. “Just…not with anybody.”
“I hope we can still rectify that tonight.”
His eyes glistened when they gazed at you. Though, not the same way they did when you both sat on the couch. There was a sincerity to that look–a sincere desire to give you what you need. A desire to please you.
A calm washes over you and you decide to try something.
“Could you please do me a favor?”
“Sure. Since you asked so nicely and if it’s in my power, I’ll do it.”
You hesitate for a beat. You figured he’d make up something on the spot but you needed a little boost of confidence. “Can you tell me…if…if you find me attractive?”
At this point, he sits up on the bed and moves closer to you.
Cupping your cheek, he runs his thumb gently across your lips. “You know, the moment you opened the door, the first thing I noticed was your mouth. When you talk, I just could not take my eyes off it.”
You feel a warm flutter within your chest. Afterwards, his lithe fingers drift lower to your neck, his fingers brushing over a specific spot. “I also noticed your freckle here. When you swallow, it draws my attention to this vein on your throat.” You swallow reflexively, earning you a small smile from him.
“And this here,” his thumb grazed the notch at the base of your neck, right between your clavicle. “Mm…I think it’s just sooo sexy,” he purred.
A shiver ran down your spine, making your breath hitch. You blink slowly, trying to stop your eyes from reflexively rolling to the back of your head.
His hand traveled back up to your face, his finger brushing your ear. He was so close to you that you could hear his ragged breathing. He was as aroused as you were, his cock tenting under the sheets.
“So, to answer your question: yes, I find you very attractive,” he rasped slowly..
With that, you let out a small whine and practically attack his mouth. The sudden onslaught doesn’t seem to take him by surprise as if he had fully expected you to play into his trap. And you didn’t mind it one bit.
You sighed and he took advantage of the opening, dipping his tongue inside. His kiss was confident, skilled, and just the right amount of aggressive.
Pulling back to cradle your jaw, he looked into your eyes. He rubbed the tip of his nose against you, his hands sliding along your bare arms.
“Are you sure about this now?”
“Yes. Absolutely, yes,” you breathed out.
Jimin’s hands slid back up your shoulders and onto your throat, leaving a white-hot trail across your skin. Cradling your head, he tilts it back and seals his mouth over yours again.
He settled over you, his chest hot to the touch. He helps you push his shirt off him, dropping it to the floor. His ardent mouth moved down your throat, his hands pushing your bra up to palm your breasts through the sleep-shirt you put on since taking your dress off hours ago.
You lift off the mattress, struggling to rid yourself of your shirt, which he helps you with. Then, you reach back and unclasp your bra, tossing it to the side.
In an instant, he was back on you, lips wrapping around your nipple and suckling, his weight supported by one forearm on the mattress, his other hand pushing between your legs.
He cupped your clothed heat, his fingertip gliding over the material, grazing the seam of your cleft. His tongue flicked over your nipple, then sank his teeth into the hardened tip.
His hair tickled your skin as his open mouth slid over your cleavage, his chest expanding as he breathed you in, nuzzling and wallowing in your scent. He captured the tip of your other breast with hard, deep suction. The pleasure shot through you, your walls clenching in reflex.
He moved down your torso, licking and peppering kisses across your stomach. Once he gets past your waist, his shoulders force your legs wider until you feel his hot breath over your cleft. His nose pressed against the wet material, stroking you. He inhaled with a groan.
“You smell intoxicating.”
Jimin fiddled with your panties’ waistband, peering up at you for approval. You lifted your hips and gave a small wriggle. That was all he needed to pull the constricting material off. It was soaked through anyway.
“Did you wax?”
The question takes you by surprise. “Y-yeah. Why?”
“When? Today?”
This is a really odd time to ask about personal hygiene. You blinked a few times, “Uhm…like, three days ago?”
“Hm, good.”
“Okay, but what does waxing have–”
“Because, if it’s only been less than 24 hours, I can’t do this,” He held you open with his thumbs, and dragged his tongue over your clit. Your back arched with a cry, all your senses out the window. Tilting his head, he thrust his tongue into your opening, teasing and fucking it rhythmically.
”Is that good?” He paused to check on you.
“Ohh….ffffuckk…yes, it’s good,” You writhed with pleasure, your core clenching and releasing.
He smiled mischievously. “Alright, guess I’ll continue then.”
His lips were around your clit, sucking, tonguing it. He was eating you with an intensity that you were helpless against. The flesh between your legs was so swollen and sensitive, so vulnerable to his expert mouth.
When you feel yourself tipping close to the edge, you wrench yourself away from his hold.
“Wait, wait–n-not yet,” you breathed out.
He pauses his oral assault on you. “Were you close?”
“Yes, but I don’t want to cum just yet.”
He chuckled in confusion. “Oh-kay…” he dragged out.
You sat up and captured his mouth. You taste traces of you on his lips–it was incredibly arousing.
“I want you,” you moaned.
He gasps as you unfastened his pants, reached inside his boxer briefs and wrapped your hands around him. But he obliges, deepening your kiss further.
You shifted positions, until he was leaning against your headboard. You moved lower, sank to your knees, pulling his pants low enough to give you the access you needed.
He exhaled harshly. “YN, are you sure—”
You cut him off when your lips wrapped around the tip. He reached back, the whites of his knuckles showing how hard he gripped the lip of your headboard.
You held him in your hand and mouthed the plush head, sucking gently. The softness of his skin and his scent made you moan. You felt the vibration ripple through his entire body and heard a rough sound rumble in his chest.
You peered up at him and he touched your cheek. “Lick it.”
Aroused by the command, you fluttered your tongue across the underside and moaned with delight when he oozed with pre-cum. Fisting with one hand, you hollow your cheeks and draw rhythmically.
“Hmm…fuck yes…just like that.”
The erotic sounds he made and the way he slowly bucked his hips into your throat spurred you on. You were so turned on by his pleasure. His hands pushed into your hair, pulling and tugging at the roots, the twinge of pain making you greedier.
Your head bobbed as you pleasured him, his veins pulsing through the length of his cock. You released him with a pop. Tilting your head to the side, you slid the flat of your tongue up his length.
You were in complete awe of him as you watched his head fall back, fighting for breath.
You rested your hands on his hips, frantically working your lips and tongue, desperate for his climax. His balls were tightening, you cupped and tugged on them gently, making him gasp in pleasure.
“Ah, YN…stop.” His voice was a guttural rasp.
“Stop.” He dislodges your jaw from him, pulling you up to his level and gives you a swift kiss. “As much as I really, really want to keep fucking your mouth, I think we should take care of you first.”
You roll off him and he gets up off the bed. He reaches into his back pocket and produces a foil packet before pulling his pants and boxers off. You watch intently as he rolls the condom down his length.
You swallow roughly when he swiftly tugs at your ankles and positions your bottom at the edge of the bed.
“Just so we’re clear, you need to tell me at any point if you feel discomfort or there’s anything that you don’t like. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” you respond firmly.
His fingers parted your folds and rubbed your clit in slow circles, making you moan. Finding that you were still soaked for him, he leans in, hooking your legs to his waist and lined himself up to your center.
“Try to relax, okay?” You nod.
“Ready?” he asks urgently. You nod again, because speech has evaded you at this point.
He rips his hand from between your thighs and in one calculated movement, he moves his hands to your bottom and lifts you. Slowly, carefully, he pushed in, making you tense up instinctively.
Ow! Fucking hell!
This was not a vibrator or some other fake dick you’ve been used to. It was the real thing. The sensation was…different.
Sweat misted his brow. “YN?” he pants. “Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?”
You inhale sharply. “Just…two seconds. I just need a few seconds.” You slowed your breathing, wrapping your legs around him tighter, adjusting to the mixture of pleasure and pain. You know he’s not even all of the way in.
Your hands slip over his sweat drenched back as he holds still for a few moments, giving you time to adapt to the feeling.
“Okay, keep going,” you assure him. He pants as he slowly withdraws from you, re-entering on a deliberate, steady thrust. This time he’s a little deeper and the fullness is making your head spin.
“Can you take more?” he asks urgently.
More? How much more is there?
You took some calming breaths. When you felt like you had a handle on it, you kiss him slowly, arching your back and pushing your breasts up to his chest. You thrust yourself upward, deepening the connection.
“YN, tell me you’re ready.” he breathes.
“Yes, I’m ready.”
With your prompt, he extracts himself and drives back inside of you. You sigh, tilting your hips forward in acceptance as he moans in appreciation and repeats his swift thrusts, again and again.
The soreness from the stretch slowly fades with his steady rhythm. Before you knew it, you were bucking your hips against him greedily, but in sync with his movements.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he breathes on a deep plunge. Your head lolls back against the mattress, lost in the pleasure of it all.
In one swift move, he pulls back and pounds into you. You cry out but not from the hurt. You’ve taken him to the hilt and loving every bit of it. You reach up behind him and grip his shoulders as he increases his thrusts, slamming into you, repeatedly hitting that sensitive cluster of nerves in you. You yelp in pleasure when he finds your lips, plunging his tongue into your mouth.
Slowly, you feel that familiar buildup of pressure within while he ate you out minutes ago. But right when you feel like you’re about to fall apart, he pauses his assault and pulls out of you.
The feeling of emptiness has left you confused and somewhat hazy. Distantly, you hear him grab a hold of your hand to pull you up off the mattress.
“C’mere,” he beckons you off the bed–which, you weren’t even sure how you managed to support your own weight since your legs felt like jello.
He motions for you to stand in front of the wall.
“Keep your hands there,” he says, propping your hands up. You do as he says and he rewards you by planting a soft kiss on your shoulder. He positions himself behind you, gently urging your legs apart while his hands roam your front. He massages your breasts in his hands, making you gasp when he pinches and pulls on your overly sensitized nipples.
One of his hands slides down your torso and abdomen until it settles between your thighs. His fingers parted your lips, feeling around for your clit.
“Oh my god,” you choked out once he hit the target, making you lean your head back against him.
“Good?” His warm breath tickled the shell of your ear while he nipped at it.
“Hmm...yes,” you drawled while his fingers rubbed and circled your flesh. You couldn’t help but reach your hand back towards his nape to pull him closer to you. If he worked in a couple more circles around your clit, you swear, you could have exploded right then.
“Tell me what you want, YN,” he whispered in your ear.
“You…please,” you whined, grinding your groin to his touch.
“I’m here,” he answers. “What do you want me to do?”
“I want you back in, please,” you begged pathetically before that delicious pressure in you deflates.
Lowering your hands from the wall, he adjusts your position while you jut your bottom out for him, pushing your back down slightly. His hands steadied you as he pulled your hips closer to him, opening yourself up so he could slide back in.
A low, broken cry escaped your mouth as he adjusted you at the right angle, taking your breath away when you felt him slide in deeper. The stretching was even more intense this way. It was unbearably arousing. If he ever allows you to cum tonight, you feel as if you’d shatter into a million pieces and never recover.
Your core trembled, clenching desperately around him. He made a rough sound, pulling out just a little before sliding back slowly. The tip of his cock massaged the bundle of nerves deep inside you that no premium-priced vibrator would ever reach.
Palms slipping and sliding restlessly against the walls, you moaned gutturally, repeatedly.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he said urgently. “Let me hear how much you like it.”
“Oh, fucckkkk…” Your legs shook violently on a particularly deep, measured stroke, your weight supported only by the wall and his hold on you.
You could do nothing but take what Jimin gave you, the rhythmic push and pull, the sounds of skin on skin filling the room–it was an incredibly dizzying environment.
One of his hands left your hip, and cupped your cheek, turning your face slightly back towards him, seizing your mouth and groaning into it while continuing to pound into you.
Everything in you goes rigid as that same all-too-familiar feeling threatens to spill out of you.
Your breaths become more constricted. “Come on, baby. I know you’re close…” he said gruffly, sliding his other hand down to your center to tease your pulsing clit.
Finally, it became too much. You came with a breathless cry, shaking violently, your hands squeaking over the wall as your sweaty palms slipped. He keeps his firm hold on you and plunged deeper and harder, his fingers still on your clit, driving you insane. One orgasm rolled into another, your cunt rippling around his relentless thrusts.
You held onto him, trembling, tears pooling in your eyes. Raw moans spilled from him, making you so hot and slick that your body offered no resistance and instead welcomed his desperate need for his own climax.
His mouth twisted in a grimace of agonized bliss, his eyes losing their focus as his orgasm built.
He came with a deep, hoarse growl, spurting so hard into the condom, you felt it. His whole body jerked hard, then shuddered. Over and over, heating you from the inside with thick washes.
He collapsed against you, his lungs heaving for breath.
******
“Are you okay?”
He laughed in response as he stood by your bathroom’s doorway. “You’re asking me? Shouldn’t I be asking you?”
“I’m good. Sore but otherwise, good,” you say calmly.
There it was again, that soft crinkle in his eye when he smiled. As if he didn’t just fuck you senselessly moments ago.
You pull the sheets back from the bed, where you sat and patted the empty space next to you, inviting him to get in.
“Are you sure?” He asked with a hint of hesitation. “I told you, I’m fine sleeping on the couch.” He was in a pair of sweats now and not much else.
You roll your eyes. “I wouldn’t do that to you. Now c’mon, get in.”
With your permission, he slid under the sheets and made himself comfortable next to you.
“Do you feel any different?”
You paused and thought carefully before you answered him. “You know what? I don’t,” you laughed. “I thought that some proverbial curtain would lift and things would look or feel differently but…no. I feel the same.”
He hummed noncommittally. “Hm…okay.”
“I mean, don’t get me wrong. This isn’t a testament to what we just did. And…that was pretty mind-blowingly euphoric back there.”
He laughed heartily. “Aw, c’mon, YN! Don’t fuck with me.”
“Well…too late for that now,” you countered wryly.
He doubles over as he’s in absolute stitches, making you laugh as much.
“I swear, I had to pick pieces of my brain off the floor. Is that normal for you?”
He sighed heavily after calming down. “I mean…” he shrugged. “You’re giving me too much credit.” Then his expression turns accusatory, “You told me you hadn’t done any sort of sexual activity with anyone. So, where’d you learn to suck dick like that?”
“Porn.” You say flatly.
He threw his head back in laughter. “Seriously?”
You scoffed. “What did I tell you? I’m a virgin, not an innocent.” Not gonna lie, you did do a bit of ‘research’ before tonight. True to your Type-A personality, you needed to know what you were getting yourself into. Unfortunately, you had to use an incognito browser and painfully to wade through dozens of pop-ups of erections and weird-ass shit before finding the more helpful videos.
“Well, shit,” he blew out a puff of air.
After a few beats of silence, he turns to you again. “Look, I know you had a list–”
You giggled. “Ugh, that seems so embarrassing now.”
“Hey, it’s not embarrassing to have goals.”
“Don’t patronize me,” you teased.
“I’m not patronizing you. Just saying, at least you have a good idea of what you want.”
“I guess, yeah.” You relented.
You glance at your phone’s clock then stare back at the ceiling. You had no idea how other partners would compare to him. Did you even want other partners? This would be a very expensive venture if you decide to keep this up with him.
Moments later, as you start to feel the fatigue settle in, you feel him brush your bare arm. You thought it was probably his insomnia keeping him up. “You know, we still have a few hours before our time is up.”
You turn to him, eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. “You have the energy to do that again?”
He shrugged. “I brought a few condoms, and…I’d really love to see that ass bounce again. Maybe with a reverse cowgirl?" As soon as he sank his teeth into his bottom lip, you knew you were done for.
You were happy to indulge in Jimin a bit more. He ticked all of the boxes that you had on your list and even added a few more that had your mind melting from multiple orgasms by the end of your experience.
It was the perfect way to ring in your 30th birthday.
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