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Park Jimin
About Me
25 years old, a gay man living in Seoul. Follow my blog to find more about my life! Sometimes it’s funny, sometimes I want to disappear.
Followers: 500k
10.04.2021
Did you guys remember the man I told you about? I don’t want to sound crazy but I think we might actually live near each other! Wild, right? Living in Seoul usually means meeting people you know only by a miracle. Would that be too much for the universe to send him at my door? (Engagement ring would be suiting, Handsome-ssi).
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11.04.2021
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In other news! Is the universe laughing at me? He sat near me at a nearby cafe. My heart was going crazy, and he didn’t even know I exist.
The good news is, I finally had a good look at him. I’m talking to all of you, who had the guts to tell me he is probably ugly from up close. He is not! I won this battle.
I have to say, he looks a bit older than I am. I made bets with my friend who decided he is about 40, I said he is a little over 30. Maybe one day we will know. I’ll ask with my mouth stuffed with his dick, I’m telling you all right now. I’ll win.
We know I’m always right.
15.04.2021
You have got to be fucking kidding me! We saw (me and my bestie) Handsome-ssi today and oh boy... am I bringing BAD NEWS!!
I’ll paint you a picture right now, and we will never speak of that man again.
I’m walking down the street, enjoying my day, hoping my ass looks fat in those slacks. Beautiful so far, right? I walk past a big window so I look, just to check my ass and yes, looks fat as always, when something or more like someone grabs my attention.
Handsome-ssi is right there, by my side. I turn my head because I think that I must be seeing things and yes, he is there. We make eye contact, he has sexy sharp eyes like a fucking cat and he looks like he likes to look at me. My heart is hammering, we make one, two, three steps at the same time, they echo in my ears. I can already see our future, cum soiled furniture when we move in together. I can see him introducing me to his parents who take me in with joy when I hear something that ruined my whole life…
“Appa! Can we eat chicken today?”
I stumble, my eyes grow so embarrassingly wide. My eyes jump to the person I didn’t see before. Young but not too young. Maybe 15, since she seems to be having some sense of style. Well, her parents must be rich,
Her parents.
Her parents.
My eyes travel back to the man of my dream, who is telling his child they can order whatever they want. I’m left behind.
He is a father!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mission Handsome-ssi is called off. I’m not a homewrecker, even if my ass is out of this world.
And I’m not into men that much older anyways.
Goodbye, Handsome-ssi.
16.04.2021
Okay. I slept with it and I have some important thoughts.
Maybe it’s me being horny, maybe it’s the biggest amount of comments I have ever gotten (over 10k comments you’re all crazy!). Most of the comments were saying one thing and one thing only: DILF.
I made the mistake of typing that into an internet search engine and oh lord. You all need help, maybe even Jesus. Dad I’d Like to Fuck?! Slow down you all! I hate that I’m seeing what you are seeing, especially that I know what that man looks like and God… I’m a sinner!
My friend is already putting into motion a mission to find out if my man is married. If he is, we’re officially shutting down this section of my blog. If he is single I would love to at least try to somehow find out if he would be into trying. Now, I heard some of you! No, just because he has a child doesn’t mean he is straight only or straight at all.
I want that man if I can.
But God knows best I’m not ready to be a stepparent.
***
Jimin looks at Taehyung’s laptop with blurry vision. He swallows loudly, looking back at his best friend who looks more than proud of himself, a wide boxy smile on his lips.
“How did you…” Jimin manages to whisper out in pure shock, his eyes slowly traveling back to the screen. His legs are a bit shaky, he holds on tightly to the back of Taehyung’s cheap desk chair.
Taehyung shrugs casually, “I told you ages ago that I can find him but you said no.”
“So you decided to listen to me?” Jimin grumps out, furrowing. He is looking right at the man he is crushing on for the last few months. LinkedIn, of all places.
Taehyung sighs, switching tabs to the company website that apparently Min Yoongi works for. A lawyer.
Why does it make Jimin so fucking horny? With a hand on his heart, not so long ago he would gag and tell Taehyung to close it because Yoongi is too old. And here he is almost moaning while reading Yoongi’s description.
“And,” Taehyung says, the mouse cursor already hovering over the one tab Jimin is the most nervous to see.
He slaps Taehyung on the arm when his friend takes too long to switch the tabs, “Open it.”
“Jeez,” Taehyung groans, opening the tab. “He’s divorced,” Taehyung says in a sassy tone, clearly a bit mad at Jimin’s impatience.
Jimin gasps loudly, freezing where he stands, eyes glued to the “Divorced” in the relationship section. Thank you, Lord, for Facebook and people’s willingness to overshare! His mouth stays open, the time ticking slowly as the information sinks in.
Photos of Yoongi start to flash on the screen from most recent ones, which are professional photos mixed with photos of the girl Jimin saw him with. Graduations, birthdays, trips. And no other parent in the picture.
For a second Jimin wants to ask about his ex-wife but he stops himself. No reason for him to know any of it, he is here just for a bit. Until he gets what he wants.
Then a photo from Pride Seoul flashes and Jimin almost folds in shock. Taehyung hums, probably already aware of the photo being there. Next to Yoongi stands a very familiar face. He moves in closer, making sure he is seeing right.
“There is no way this is Hoseok,” Jimin murmurs to himself, trying to look harder, trying to see anything that would definitely cross out his dance instructor from having his arm thrown over Yoongi’s broad shoulder.
“It is,” Taehyung states with ease. “I already texted him about it.”
This time Jimin’s legs give up under him, “What?!”
***
Pining from afar is way easier than walking into a pub with the knowledge that your crush is there, and you will meet him. It’s actually such a frightening concept that Jimin has to be forced inside the pub because he spotted Yoongi sitting at the bar through windows on the front.
Taehyung is successful in making Jimin go in, already done with Jimin panicking ever since he showed him Yoongi’s Facebook profile. In his point of view there is nothing to stress about, all Jimin has to do is arch his back, bat his eyelashes and fuck that DILF so good he will be banging on Jimin’s door, begging for attention.
“I hate you,” Jimin sneers as soon as Taehyung screams Hoseok’s name, easily grabbing the attention of everyone who is with Hoseok.
Taehyung jabs Jimin with his elbow, throwing him a glare, “Smile or the only thing you will be stuffed with tonight will be my fist.”
Jimin rolls his eyes, trying to act cool because he can see that Yoongi is looking their way, a curious lift in his eyebrow. They walk up to a table of men much older than them, Hoseok looking the youngest of them all. Jimin can’t help but wonder how Hoseok got himself friends this age, he never seemed like the type to sip whiskey and talk about football.
“Jimin-ah,” Hoseok greets Jimin in a tone that makes Jimin squint at him suspiciously. Well, he knows everything since Taehyung knows no idea what a secret is. “Should we grab a table?” Hoseok asks, already getting away from the bar, the rest easily following after him to a nearby table, big enough for them all.
Jimin gets names thrown his way but he doesn’t register any of them, his attention fully on the heat coming off of the man sitting right next to him.
“What do you want to drink?” A deep voice asks. Jimin snaps his head towards the voice, his eyes growing commercially wide.
He wasn’t expecting to be spoken to, outside of the polite introduction Yoongi made. But Yoongi seems completely fine with them being here, not weirded out by how much younger they look from everyone outside of the very loud Hoseok at the other end of the table.
“Oh,” He searches his brain for any alcohol because suddenly his mind is blank. “Maybe a drink? I don’t really know.” He chuckles awkwardly.
Yoongi throws him a warm smile, a short nod before he gets up, “I’ll be right back.”
Well - Jimin lumps in his chair, cursing at himself. - He already scared Yoongi away, so much that he got up from the table.
The conversation at the table is loud, deep voices echoing around even with music playing in the background. Taehyung fits right in, making everyone laugh. Jimin takes the time to scan everyone at the table, using the fact that no one is paying him any attention. They all look like real adults, not that he isn’t but they seem more serious, even though they are all laughing at Taehyung’s jokes.
Other than that Jimin has to say that Hoseok’s friend group is full of handsome men - he is starting to have a suspicion how he got friends with them.
A fancy glass slides right in front of Jimin, Yoongi taking his chair with a grunt. Jimin throws him a questioning glance, even if deep down he knows Yoongi just got him a drink. Maybe he needs to take some deep breaths in to not freak out.
“It’s sweet,” Yoongi says casually, taking a sip of his whiskey. “Thought it would suit you.”
Jimin should say thank you, should bat his eyelashes. He should flirt. He should do anything other than what he actually does. “Why? Because I’m fruity?” He asks, tilting his head to the side.
Yoongi chokes on his whiskey, his face heating up, “Sorry.” He chokes out, still coughing. Jimin wants to slap himself across the face as he watches Yoongi choke on his drink.
Of course, those types of weird jokes won’t work on a man like this! Jimin looks around, contemplating simply getting up and leaving so he can go back home and scream into his pillow.
Suddenly, Yoongi starts to laugh, “Oh God.” He laughs out, shaking his head. “You got me there.”
Jimin smiles at him, breathing out with relief, finally taking a sip of his drink. It’s very good, “Thank you for the drink.” He mumbles around the straw, too embarrassed to face Yoongi again.
Somewhere at the end of his drink Jimin found new courage to talk to Yoongi who seems more than comfortable next to Jimin. He looks so cool in his chair, in his suit, hair pushed back. It’s hard for Jimin to look him in the eye, and it has never been sexy but right now Jimin finds it incredibly alluring.
“How do you know Hoseok?” Jimin asks, fully turning towards Yoongi.
Yoongi shrugs casually, “Club.” Jimin must look shocked with the way Yoongi starts laughing. “What? You thought old men like me don’t go out?”
Well, yes. “No, no,” Jimin rushes to say. “I just wasn’t expecting the root of your relationship to be a club. I know Hoseok loves clubbing but it was never my thing.”
Yoongi hums, “I had no choice but to get to know him.” The older chuckles. “Long story,” He adds when Jimin throws him a questioning look. “And you, how do you know Hoseok?”
“Dance classes,” Jimin says proudly.
Yoongi makes a sound as if something suddenly makes sense, “So this is why you seem so familiar.” He smiles, his eyes lighting up. “I must have seen you in photos he shows us from competitions.”
Jimin thinks back to the time they held eye contact at the street, “Probably.”
After some time, and a very nice conversation, Jimin starts to think that other than getting some human interaction, he will be going home alone. Yoongi is nice, charming, handsome and so funny. But he is completely uninterested in Jimin, so much so that Jimin doesn’t even try to flirt.
And it seems like he is right once everyone starts to collect their things. It’s already late, and even Jimin is a bit tired. They aren’t even drunk, just enjoyed some nice company with a drink.
They leave all together before they start to part ways. Taehyung hooks himself with a taxi ride with Seokjin, a dashing-looking man who easily agrees to take Taehyung with him if it will make his trip home safer.
“Where do you live?” Yoongi asks Jimin in the chaos of saying goodbye to all his friends.
Jimin points in the direction where his apartment is, pretty nearby. He doesn’t think he will need a ride, and a walk will be good for him. “It’s pretty near, I’ll just walk there.”
“Oh,” Yoongi smiles. “Looks like we are going the same way. Mind if I join?”
“No,” Jimin agrees easily, enjoying the idea of spending a few more minutes with Yoongi.
They walk in relative silence outside from a few short-lived conversations. Yoongi looks very good in his suit, hands casually shoved into his pockets, looking around the street signs. Jimin almost misses when he stops, focused on getting back home. He can almost see his apartment building.
“I live here,” Yoongi says once Jimin realizes he stopped. Jimin looks up at the building, tall and very expensive looking. He isn’t the type of go for money but fuck, Yoongi is a catch the more he finds out about him. “Wanna step in for a drink?”
That Jimin wasn’t expecting. He is steps away from home but when he thinks about going back to his lonely apartment or getting to speak to Yoongi more, the choice is obvious.
“Sure.”
Step in for a drink - what a cheap excuse - Jimin thinks as Yoongi shoves his tongue down Jimin’s throat with a moan.
The apartment is nice, from what Jimin managed to see, and he didn’t see much. Yoongi switched so fast from a slow-spoken gentleman to a horny DILF so fast once the elevator door closed behind them. He wasn’t pushy, gave Jimin enough clear signals, touches he could reject.
Of course, Jimin didn’t push Yoongi away. Fuck no.
“You’re so sexy,” Yoongi groans into Jimin’s open mouth, grabbing a fist full of his ass, pulling Jimin’s hips flush against his.
Jimin’s hands are working on Yoongi’s shirt, pushing his black jacket off of his back. He is in a rush, so needy and desperate. He has been thinking about Yoongi for way too long and now finally they are exactly in the position Jimin wanted them in.
They aren’t taking it slow, landing on a bed soon after Yoongi loses his white shirt somewhere in the corridor. Jimin moans into the kiss, lifting his hips when Yoongi starts tugging down his jeans.
Yoongi’s knees hit the ground, Jimin’s dick springs out of his underwear, and a second later hot, wet mouth wraps around his soft dick. Jimin hisses, bucking his hips up. “Like that,” He whines, grabbing a fist full of Yoongi’s hair to hold him in place. “You suck so well.”
It’s true. Yoongi sucks on Jimin’s dick skillfully, his tongue putting just enough work to get Jimin hardened in no time. Jimin throws his head back with a groan.
The wet sounds of Yoongi sucking on Jimin’s dick drive him insane, the hot mouth tight around his member. But Jimin still gets distracted, eyes landing on a framed photo on a wall of Yoongi with the same teenager he was last time.
His dick twitches, hsi balls tighten as he gets reminded that Yoongi is a father . “Oh fuck,” Jimin screams, pulling Yooongi off of his dick with his feet pushing him away. “Oh shit,” He groans, “I need you to fuck me so badly.” He whines, watching Yoongi getting rid of his pants and underwear.
Yoongi huffs, slowly stroking his dick right where he stands over Jimin. Yeah, okay, it’s true what they say about quiet men. Big .
Jimin scrambles onto his knees on the mattress, pulling Yoongi in for a kiss. The older’s hand immediately finding Jimin’s ass, pulling his asscheek away, fingers softly starting to cares his hole.
“You want me inside?” Yoongi asks, playfully biting on Jimin’s lip, licking it right after. Jimin can feel the wet tip of Yoongi’s dick brushing over his stomach from time to time as Yoongi strokes himself.
Jimin melts into their kiss, his hands exploring the expands of Yoongi’s chest, “Stretch my hole, and I’ll give you the best orgasm of your life.” Jimin murmurs against Yoongi’s lips, executing confidence he lacked not so long ago.
The delicate fingers stop moving, pressing against Jimin’s hole before they start to shake. Jimin gasps softly, pushing his ass against the sensation, “Not so shy when you can smell a dick, are you?” Yoongi comments.
Any other day Jimin would kick him in the balls, yet somehow his dick only twitches desperately. “Stop playing with me.”
Jimin isn’t a big fan of being stretched on his back, it feels way too awkward with strangers. But Yoongi seems very into it, making sure Jimin looks right at him as he pushes his ling, knobby fingers into Jimin. He is putting into work all the tricks he learned in his sex life, fucking himself on Yoongi’s fingers, telling him the nasties things that has ever come out of his mouth.
Yoongi’s dick is constantly distracting Jimin, hanging between Yoongi’s legs, swinging from time to time.
“I think you are ready,” Yoongi states, reaching out for a condom, pulling his fingers out of Jimin. He maneuvers between Jimin’s legs, spreading them as wide as Jimin’s flexibility allows, humming in approval.
“Wait,” Jimin stops him right as Yoongi aims his dick. “I want to do it.” Yoongi makes a questioning sound. “Let me ride you.”
Yoongi agrees easily, laying down, holding up his dick by the base as Jimin swings his leg over his hips. It’s really long, Jimin has to barely lower himself for the head to his ass. He takes over from Yoongi, pushing the dick into himself like he did many times with a dildo.
Yoongi groans under him, eyes closed, hands squeezing Jimin’s hips as he starts to bounce on Yoongi’s head only.
“Is it nice?” Jimin asks, placing his hands on top of Yoongi’s, so much bigger than his.
“Yeah,” Yoongi agrees, pulling Jimin lower. Jimin doesn’t resist, soon sitting completely full of Yoongi’s dick, clenching purposefully.
“You’re so big,” Jimin says in a coy, low tone. He runs his hands up and down his own body, rolling his hips in small circles. “It feels so good, daddy.” The name slips out on its own.
Yoongi’s dick twitches inside, “Daddy?” Yoongi chokes out, losing his train of thought as soon as Jimin lifts himself just to drop, their bodies slapping together. “Ride daddy, yes.” He starts to babble as Jimin rides, his hips moving fast.
Jimin loves to watch the way Yoongi falls apart under him, his legs trying to find leverage, his chest rising and falling quickly. He looks completely lost, talking dirty, watching Jimin with eyes full of amazement, hands full of Jimin’s ass.
“Slow down,” Yoongi gasps out, forcing Jimin’s hips into a stop, even though his own hips keep trying to move up, pushing against Jimin’s ass.
Jimin smiles proudly, hands sliding up Yoongi’s chest until he lays on it, his dick pressed between them. He kisses Yoongi with a blissful smile on his face, his hips starting to rock back and forth.
“Are you close?” Jimin gasps, nosing against Yoongi’s cheek.
Yoongi swallows, “Even if, I can go again.”
“Oh,” Jimin purrs, clenching on Yoongi’s dick. “Do you want to fuck me?”
Yoongi flips them over as soon as Jimin asks, shoving his dick into Jimin, “Dreamed about it since I saw you.” He says through gritted teeth, keeping his legs on Jimin’s thighs, pushing them into the mattress.
Jimin watches with eyes wide open, mouth falling open with staccato moans as Yoongi starts to pistol into Jimin with furrowed eyebrows. Like this Jimin finally can feel the heat rushing through his body when Yoongi slams right against his prostate, pushing way deeper.
Yoongi doesn’t stop him when he catches his own dick, starting to move his hand frantically, trying to match the way Yoongi is pushing into him. It’s a lot once his orgasm hits him, painting his chest white.
“Hold on baby,” Yoongi groans, his hips snapping even faster. “Let daddy fuck you open more.”
Jimin’s back arches off of the mattress with a loud moan. He can’t stop watching Yoongi, trying to remember every single second of it, every single slide of dick inside him. Yoongi finishes with a moan, his whole face twisting, buried deep inside of Jimin, pushing even deeper every time his dick twitches with a new wave of cum.
He doesn’t even know when he falls asleep but next time he is awake there is a blanket over his body. His lower half aches and he recognizes the horrible feeling of dried cum and lube on himself and in himself. Was he this tired that he couldn’t go wash up a bit?
Most importantly - Jimin thinks rolling onto his other side to find Yoongi passed out next to him, under the same blanket - Was he tired to the point he couldn't go back home? It’s steps away.
Jimin hates waking up in someone’s bed, especially if it’s nothing more but a hookup. He doesn’t know how to be casual about stuff he said last night, especially when it’s a man like Yoongi.
As quietly as he can, Jimin sneaks out of bed. Hunting down his clothes turns out to be relatively easy. He jumps back into his underwear and jeans in one go, eyes glued to Yoongi. He looks so cute asleep.
Jimin’s eyes travel lower, where he can easily spot an erection. Fuck, maybe he could stay and wake up Yoongi with a blow job. He quickly pushes that thought away, not sure if Yoongi would want that.
With pain in his heart, Jimin takes one last look at Yoongi. If it would be anyone else after good sex Jimin would leave them his number. But Yoongi is older, and definitely has better men, or women, to take out for a cup of coffee.
Judging by the way he slammed into Jimin last night, he doesn’t last practice in that area.
Jimin almost runs to the front door once he makes sure he hasn't forgotten anything. He freezes for a second, listening if Yoongi isn’t waking up before he rushes to put on his shoes.
Just as he is almost done with his second shoe, almost ready to disappear, the front door opens, hitting Jimin with full force.
Someone screams, Jimin almost lands on his face, screaming back. Yoongi runs out of the bedroom with a blanket around himself.
“What happened?!” Yoongi screams.
“Dad?!” The new voice screams.
“Dad?!” Jimin repeats, scrambling to his feet, coming face to face with Yoongi’s child, before he looks back at Yoongi, begging for help.
Yoongi is red on the face, the color slowly taking over his neck and chest as well, “I texted you.” That is all Yoongi manages to say.
Jimin takes an awkward sidestep around Yoongi’s child. Yoongi looks after him as if he wants to stop Jimin but in the end, he lets him go. Jimin ends up taking the stairs, running down while cringing.
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