Give it to me Slow (Then Wash Away)

Jimin has worked in the Blood Brothel for a long time, he's had his fair share of clients, knows how to do his job and what to expect from his customers. That's why it is to him a shock when he gets a boner from being bitten by one of their new clients, Yoongi.

Give it to me Slow (Then Wash Away)

Jimin has worked in the Blood Brothel for a long time, he's had his fair share of clients, knows how to do his job and what to expect from his customers. That's why it is to him a shock when he gets a boner from being bitten by one of their new clients, Yoongi.

The air in Room Seven was thick with incense and iron-scented breath. Jimin exhaled slowly, pressing a hand to the small of his back as he adjusted the silk straps around his wrists—part of the act, always part of the act. Yoongi hadn’t spoken since entering, just watched with narrowed eyes, fingers tapping a silent rhythm against his thigh. Then, without warning, he closed the distance, fangs sinking into the curve of Jimin’s neck like they belonged there.

Jimin gasped—not from pain, but from the jolt that shot straight to his groin. His pulse roared in his ears, his body responding in ways it never had before. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not here. Not with a client.

Yoongi pulled back, licking the wound clean with deliberate slowness, gaze locking onto Jimin’s dilated pupils. 'You felt that,' he murmured, voice low and certain. 'Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you feel it again.'

Jimin’s mind raced. Report this anomaly to management and risk being dissected for answers—or stay silent and invite another session that might destroy him.