Pretty sure I manifested your cock (Patreon)

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Fuck, Jimin can’t believe it. His wet dream come true; a big, strong guy with a sleeve tattoo picking him up and taking him into his garage, pushing him against the nearest wall as they make out.

“The- the door’s still open-“

“Fuck that- wanna have you.”

He has no idea what he’s done to this guy, but it sure adds to the slight aggressiveness of the kiss, the way the guy yanks Jimin’s shirt up so his hand can slip underneath the fabric.

“Ngh- fuck- don’t make it greasy, this is Gucci.”

The guy gives him a look that could kill, and Jimin feels shivers of satisfaction run down his spine. He lets his hand run down over that tank top, feels up those nice pecs, before he lets it travel down to the guy’s jeans.

Jimin slips his index and middle finger into the waistband, tugs on it lightly.

Usually that’s enough for a guy to understand that he needs to undress, but the bartender guy doesn’t budge, he just raises a brow at him, challenges him to do it instead.

And fine, Jimin is no stranger to that either. He’s not that much of a pillow princess.

He just grins, keeps looking into those intense, dark brown eyes as he opens the button and zipper, and slips his hand into the guy’s underwear.

Oh fuck

Jimin’s eyes widen, soft gasp slipping from his lips as he looks down.

His mouth waters as he curls his hand around - what’s got to be - the biggest cock he’s ever touched. Never has his size kink ever been this satisfied.

Heat rushes up to his cheeks as he gives the guy a few slow strokes, just to take in the entirety of his length.

“Fuck- oh my god.“

He looks up at that pretty face, and there’s no time to lose. He needs it inside of him right fucking now.

Lucky for him, the guy is thinking the same thing, because he gets turned around and pushed against the wall. Two firm hands undo his jeans, and within seconds his lower region is completely bare. The garage door is still open, there’s only a few bikes in between that might block the view.

He’s about to speak up when he feels that big cock press against the cleft of his ass.

His eyes flutter shut and a moan slips from his lips. He arches his back, looks over his shoulder to see angry bartender guy look down, cheeks a little pink.

“Don’t go all soft on me hm? I like it when you’re angry.”

The guy looks up, presses up against him, cups his chin in his strong hand.

“You haven’t changed a bit. Always need to open that mouth.”

Jimin feels his cock twitch, smirk tugging at his lips.

“Try shutting me up.”

There’s a pause, and then that fat cock slides between his cheeks and Jimin can’t function. He’s so fucking ready for this, hasn’t felt that stretch in ages. He’s fingered himself open just in case this would happen.

God, he’d been thinking about it just hours ago, fantasising about how big this guy’s cock would be, how well it would fill him up. It’s evident when the head of the guy’s cock presses against his rim, and it’s so thick that it’s already putting pressure on it.

“Fuck, pretty sure I manifested your cock.”

He pants, arching just a little more, needing it to slip inside just an inch more.

“Good, keep dreaming about it.”

The guy whispers against his ear, then pulls away.

Jimin startles, looks over his shoulder, sees the guy dress up.

“What- what are you doing?”

“It’s closing time.” The guy nods his head at a clock, then casually walks away. “But you can stay, my boss will be back in 10.”

Jimin feels heat flare up his face, embarrassed to the core.

“Wait- what the fuck!” He quickly pulls his pants back up, follows the guy who’s already near his motorbike. “What’s wrong with you? You can’t just ditch me like this!”

The guy gives him a look, then scoffs.

“You’re right.” He takes a few steps closer, and Jimin feels only slightly intimidated by their height difference. “You and I will never, ever be together.”

Jimin blinks, thinks that he’s heard that before, that same sentence, the same intonation.

Wasn’t it in high school?

The guy gets up on his motorbike then, and Jimin can’t even muster anything else. This is the first time something like this has ever happened to him.

He gets one last look, and then the guy puts his helmet on and just takes off.

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