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Jimin has never had a big problem, being a gay guy in their university’s baseball team. It’s probably because he doesn’t talk about it, and he’s one of the best players. As long as he doesn’t show any of his teammates, he can make it through the years like this.
That’s what he thought, but enter major issue: Jeon Jeongguk.
He’s the star player, and he knows it. Which isn’t a problem really. Sports like this are always full of arrogant pricks who get funded by their dad. Jimin is pretty sure Jeongguk has always been pushed to play as a child and that’s why he’s such an annoying twat about it all the time.
That aside. The issue is that Jeongguk looks at him like he knows he’s gay, and treats him like it too. He’s always extra hard on him, makes comments that are on the verge, and he makes sure Jimin is out of the changing rooms before he starts to undress.
Jimin didn’t actually mind that as much, because Jeongguk doesn’t make it anyone else’s issue. At least he just shuts his trap and keeps the homophobia all to himself.
So all that, Jimin could deal with.
But not this.
“Park.”
He looks up as he’s tying his shoes. Jeongguk is earlier than normal, and he looks like he’s in a hurry.
“Jeon.”
“You’re gay, right?”
Fuck.
How the fuck did he find out?
He tries not to let it show that he’s shocked to hear it. Instead he puts on his whatever attitude.
“Well spotted.”
“Can you suck my dick?”
Holy shit.
Did that just leave Jeon Jeongguk’s mouth? Jimin can’t hide his shock this time around, eyes widening.
“What?”
It must be a joke, or some sort of set-up.
Jeongguk looks at him, dead serious.
“What? You’ve sucked dick before right?”
Jimin looks at him, from one eye to the other, trying to find any sense of humour. But Jeongguk just looks stoic. He’s a pretty straightforward guy, not one for mind games. Which means he is serious about this. He actually wants his cock sucked.
That is fucking insane.
“I’ve sucked dick before, yes. Of gay guys, who were into me.”
He tries to put the emphasis on the last part. Because Jeongguk is looking at his mouth with a certain hunger that is borderline terrifying.
“Well, can you suck mine?”
Jeongguk asks again, not even looking into his eyes. He looks like he’s starving, like he hasn’t been touched in ages. Which is impossible because just last week Jimin saw Jeongguk have a threesome right here. It’s not like he doesn’t get laid.
“I’ll pay you if that’s what you want.”
Jeongguk adds then.
The fucking audacity of this guy. As if Jimin is some cheap prostitute he can just buy services from. What the fuck goes on in his mind?
“Are you insane? I’m not a whore. Just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I want to suck any guy’s dick. Especially not yours.”
He stands up to be on the same eye level, and Jeongguk looks genuinely confused. Like it’s incomprehensible that someone would turn down to suck his dick. Jimin can actually see it happen on his face, the whole how could he not want it?
“Look, tell me whatever you want, I can give it to you. Just suck my dick before the game.”
Jeongguk tries again, looking like he’s getting pissed now.
Jimin just raises his eyebrows.
“Is it still not getting through your thick skull? I said no.”
“There’s gotta be something you want. Just name it.”
Jimin bites his tongue as he looks at Jeongguk, feeling heated because of how bad his attitude is. How he can’t take no for an answer. And the one thing he’d really want is to just humiliate Jeongguk so bad he can never recover.
He takes a step closer, and Jeongguk doesn’t take a step back like he usually would. Warmth radiates off his skin, there’s a fire burning in his usually cold eyes.
“There is one thing I want.”
He says, seeing Jeongguk’s gaze drop down to his lips, like he’s already imagining them around his cock.
“Name it, anything.”
Jeongguk says again, leaning a little closer.
“I want to fuck you.”
He says.
It’s a sight to behold, Jeongguk’s eyes widening, a gasp leaving his lips as he looks up at him. He looks utterly terrified, takes a step back right after.
Jimin cannot help his his satisfied smirk. He knew Jeongguk would back off right away. There is no way Jeongguk would willingly take cock up his ass.
Good.
Now they can go back to normal. Well, as normal as they were before.
However, Jeongguk hesitates. Which is already fucking groundbreaking. That he’s actually considering it. He’s not saying anything along the lines of: what the fuck, you sick bastard.
He’s considering it, he’s thinking about it.
And somehow, that alights something within Jimin. Suddenly things rearrange in his mind, something clicks. He’s not looking at homophobic asshole Jeon Jeongguk, he’s looking at an asshole with internalised homophobia, Jeon Jeongguk.
That changes the deal completely.
“What if- what if we bet on it?”
Jeongguk proposes then. And god, he really must want that blowjob badly.
Has Jeongguk always been staring at him? Has he been wanting this subconsciously? The idea of it turns him on. That he’s the one making Jeongguk horny, that apparently his mouth looks so good Jeongguk can’t fucking resist it. Even after fucking every girl he can put his hands on, he’s still this desperate for his mouth.
Oh god, what a poor, closeted bastard.
“Today’s mock competition. If I win, you suck my dick after the game.”
Jeongguk says.
He knows what he’s betting on, Jimin will give him that. Jeongguk is the best player, and he has never lost a mock competition. But Jimin is quite up to par, and now he has the motivation to win.
“Fine. If I win, I get to fuck you tonight.”
He says, just to see that glint of uncertainty in Jeongguk’s eyes. To remind him of the consequences. To remind him that he might lose. That he might have to follow up on it.
Jeongguk swallows, but then he nods.
“Deal.”
As if on cue, their other teammates walk into the changing rooms, having absolutely no idea what type deal has just been made. Jeongguk keeps his eyes fixed on him for a few seconds longer, and Jimin only gives him a small smirk, before walking out the door onto the field.
The coach is impressed, encouraging the both of them from the sides. Jimin managed a homerun in their offence round, but now they’re on defence, and if Jeongguk manages a homerun now, he’s gonna have to suck his dick.
So, when Jeongguk hits the ball, Jimin runs like the fucking wind. Normally, he’d never even try to go after this shot, but he’s got something special on the line today, so he gives it his all.
There’s loud yelling from their teammates, the tension is high because Jeongguk is just so goddamn fast, but Jimin can see the vision of Jeongguk underneath him, taking his cock, shutting his dumb mouth up and-
He catches it.
When he looks at the field, Jeongguk only hits the home plate right after.
Jeongguk is out.
It’s Jimin’s victory. He can barely believe it when his team comes to pat him on the back and ruffle his hair. He can’t really focus on the coaches enthusiasm either, all he can look at when he makes his way to the home plate is the way Jeongguk is in complete shambles; wide-eyed and silent, gnawing on his lower lip nervously.
In the changing rooms, Jeongguk just sits on the bench and looks at the floor with his head in his hands.
Jimin feels a little sad actually, seeing him like that. Even though it was the deal, he’s not sure he can even go through with it if Jeongguk is this scared. It would just be a terrible experience for the both of them.
So, when everyone has left the changing rooms except Jeongguk, Jimin slowly walks up to him.
“You know, we can forget about the whole thing if you want.”
He offers, because it’s not like he actively wants to fuck Jeongguk, it’s just a revenge thing really. Plus, if Jeongguk agrees to forget about it, he owes him one, and Jimin likes it when people are in his debt.
Jeongguk however, looks up at him with a dark glare.
“What the fuck? You think I can’t do it? I made the deal.”
Jimin’s eyebrows shoot up, and he holds up his hands in defence.
“Calm down, just thought you’d appreciate being offered.”
“Well I don’t. We played for real out there, and there’s no backing down unless you’re a weak little bitch.”
Oh, so that’s how he sees it.
Jimin’s eyebrow twitches, and he suddenly doesn’t feel that sympathetic anymore. He just laughs crudely.
“Fine. Your place or mine?”
Jeongguk pokes his tongue in his cheek, looking down at the floor, a little beaten.
“Yours. I live in a fraternity house, don’t want them to see us.”
Of course he does.
Jimin rolls his eyes and nods his head to the door, walking in front.
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Jeongguk can’t believe he’s actually going through with this.
His heartbeat is in his throat as he follows Jimin to his bedroom. The blonde failed to mention he also lives in a shared apartment. Two guys were right there on the couch, giving them looks.
“Why didn’t you say you have roommates?”
“Why do you care?”
Jimin asks, throwing his bag on his desk chair. Jeongguk takes in the room. It’s nothing much. Nothing compared to his own room in the fraternity. On top of that, his place is clean, Jimin’s is just a mess of books, clothes, laundry, posters, led lights.
“It’s past 9 and you’re taking me to your room. Isn’t that kind of suspicious?”
He asks, putting his bag on the floor, trying to not eye the bed. Anything to escape the reality of what’s gonna happen.
Jimin looks at him, snorts, takes off his shirt and throws it on the laundry pile. Jeongguk’s eyes involuntarily run over his front, spotting a tattoo on his ribcage.
“It’s not exactly the first time I take a guy home.”
Jimin says.
Jeongguk’s eyes widen.
He knows Jimin is gay. He’s known it ever since he first laid eyes on him. But the idea of Jimin taking guys home for some reason didn’t really get through to him.
Jimin, taking guys home. Right here. On the very same bed. And his roommates must know too. They know they’re gonna fuck.
Jeongguk looks at the bed, a little nauseous. But he can’t back out. He made this deal and now he has to bear the consequences. It’ll just be one time. It will probably be quick, and then he can forget all about it.
Still, he’d never have thought Jimin would want something like this. Maybe he should have expected it. His dad always said gay guys are freaks. Depraved and always lusting after men. Jimin is one of them. He probably fantasised about this before, having a guy on the sports team on his back for him.
That’s probably why Jimin took baseball in the first place. To be able to look at the guys in the dressing room, to fuel his perverted fantasies.
“Having second thoughts?”
Jimin asks then, rummaging through his drawer. Jeongguk swallows as he looks at the things Jimin throws on the bed. Lube, condoms, a dildo.
“What’s that for?”
Jeongguk asks, eyeing the dildo with slight fear. It’s pretty big.
“Mm? You’ll see. Lie down.”
He’s so casual about it. Jeongguk looks behind him, closes Jimin’s bedroom door because he’s not sure Jimin cares about being seen or heard. Malicious bastard.
Jeongguk bites his tongue as he sits down on Jimin’s bed, still in his baseball jersey and shorts.
Jimin is in just shorts, and he’s surprisingly fit. Jeongguk always makes sure Jimin is out of the changing rooms before he starts undressing, so it’s the first time he actually sees Jimin shirtless.
He glances once more at the tattoo on his ribcage, and then spots another one on his hipbone. When Jimin turns around, Jeongguk can see the moon phases tattooed down his spine as well. Beautiful dark ink painted on fair skin.
“You- your tattoos.”
He says, accidentally. It’s just a shock response, he doesn’t really know what to add to that.
Jimin turns to look at him after taking his socks off, joins him on the bed.
“What about them?”
Jeongguk swallows again, shrugs and looks away. There’s nothing about them particularly. Just that Jeongguk has always thought tattoos were cool, and he doesn’t want to think Jimin is cool. Just that he thinks it looks pretty, but he can’t say that cause Jimin is gay.
“It’s not gonna take long, right?” He asks instead, nodding his head at the condoms and lube. “This.”
Jimin looks at the condoms and lube as well, and then looks back up at him with his eyebrows raised.
“You have no clue what gay sex is like, do you?”
Jeongguk feels a little stupid, but he’s too proud to admit it’s true so he just huffs.
“Well, your dick goes up my ass, that’s the gist of it.”
Jimin chuckles, then shakes his head.
“You think you can take a dick up your ass in one go?”
Fuck.
“.. you can’t?”
He asks, pretending that nerves aren’t eating him alive. Jimin just laughs softly, covering his mouth, a twinkle in his eyes when he looks at him.
“What a virgin. I thought since you’ve fucked at least half the girls in uni you probably did anal at least once.”
Jeongguk feels his cheeks burn at the insult, pokes his tongue in his cheek. Jimin is acting as if he is more experienced than him somehow. It gets on his nerves. He hates being bad at something, even if it’s gay sex.
“You’re acting like anal is normal among straight people.”
“It would surprise you.” Jimin says, patting on his bed. “I’ve taken home a few athletes before, at least they knew what they were in for. You, on the other hand..”
“Shut up. I know what I’m in for. Just get it over with.”
Jeongguk says, glaring at Jimin who seems to get a kick out of this. And what the hell does he mean other athletes? Other guys on their team? They’ve been with him, on this very bed?
“You think I’m just gonna put my dick in you, dry, without any preparation, fuck you for 2 minutes, and then let you leave so you can be home before curfew?”
That is.. exactly what he thought it was gonna be like. Jeongguk bites on the inside of his cheek as he rethinks his life choices. Jimin just snorts knowingly, and then pushes him down on by his shoulder to lie on his back.
Jeongguk braces himself, a little afraid of Jimin’s confidence. He doesn’t like being on the receiving end. Jimin should be the one opening his mouth for him.
“That’s right isn’t it? You think it’s gonna be as easy as when you have a quickie in the changing rooms?”
Jimin asks as he manoeuvres himself between his legs, opening them with his hands. Jeongguk’s breath hitches as he looks up at Jimin, a little dumbfounded that he’s the one being manhandled. Even more dumbfounded that Jimin knows he has quickies in the changing rooms.
“You.. you’ve seen that?”
“Oh, I know all about it.”
Jimin’s tone drops a little, and there’s something in his eyes that makes Jeongguk’s heartbeat quicken. It’s nerves and a twisted sort of excitement. He’s scared as fuck, but at the same time it’s thrilling to be in a situation that he doesn’t know the outcome of.
“Don’t you know I’m always early? Not that you last that long anyway, but I’ve seen and heard you more than a few times.”
Jimin says as his hands go for Jeongguk’s waistband, tugging on it slowly.
Fuck. Fucking hell. A guy trying to get him naked. Jimin trying to get him naked. This is insane. He holds his breath, keeping eye contact as he thinks back of the times he had girls in the locker rooms, the words only now processing.
“You’re a pervert.”
He says, and Jimin just shrugs.
“Could say the same about you. You’re risking it having sex in a semi-public space.”
Jeongguk blushes profusely as Jimin rids him of his shorts and boxers at the same time, and he just lies there in his jersey, soft cock between his legs, all exposed.
“You get off on it, don’t you?”
He asks, trying to gain some control back but Jimin just chuckles at his question, grabbing the lube.
“Straight sex doesn’t do it for me.”
“Why were you watching then?”
Jimin leans down, hovering above him, face to face as his hand caresses over the inside of his thigh.
“I was curious.. since you fuck around so much. Wondered if you had a big cock.”
Jeongguk doesn’t know what it is about that sentence, but it sends a rush of heat down his body, and his dick twitches in interest. He hopes to god Jimin can’t see that in his peripheral, because it’s embarrassing as fuck.
If anything, he should find it repulsing, he should be disgusted that Jimin sneaked a peek at him. However, his gut pools with a heat that he’s never felt before, and his heartbeat rises at the thought.
Jimin’s hand slowly moves, and Jeongguk closes his eyes tightly, a little afraid of it going to his ass, but it touches his cock instead.
When he opens his eyes, Jimin just smirks down at him, moving his hand over his soft length, playing with it. Jeongguk hates to admit that it feels nice. He doesn’t want it to, he wants to be able to look himself in the mirror afterwards and say he didn’t enjoy having sex with a guy for one second.
But Jimin touches him so expertly, fondling his balls, caressing over the soft shaft, teasing the head of his cock, making it harden with every passing second.
“What are you doing?”
He asks a little shakily, because this wasn’t the deal. Jimin needs to fuck him, not jerk him off.
“Getting you hard.”
Jimin says, though it’s pretty self-explanatory. Jeongguk swallows as he looks down at it for a second, but the view of that small hand on his cock is too much.
“Why-why would you? Can’t you just fuck me already?”
“Not yet. Just relax.”
Jimin says, as if Jeongguk can actually relax in this situation. He’s on his back, a guy on top of him, getting him hard. How can he pretend that’s just a normal thing? Especially when it feels so.. good.
He needs a distraction. He can’t lay in silence and let Jimin bask in it, let him believe he actually likes this.
“You- you wanted to know my size..”
He starts, trying to fill the tense silence.
“Mmh.”
Jimin nods, curling his hand around him, stroking his semi-hard cock nice and slow. Jeongguk holds his breath, tries to not get hard entirely, thinking of anything else, but Jimin’s voice seeps into his mind then.
“The door was slightly open, I could hear you moan, so I watched for a while.”
Jeongguk gasps, trying to will himself to not find that hot. But the idea of Jimin watching him.. wanting to know his dick size.. it’s flattering, in a sick type of way. It’s turning him on, the idea of Jimin peeping while he was fucking girls, just to get a glimpse of his cock.
“Did- did you like it?”
He asks, as Jimin’s thumb sweeps over the head of his cock, rubs over the slit.
Fuck.
He didn’t think Jimin was gonna touch him like this. He lost, he should be taking it up the ass. But Jimin is taking his sweet time, feeling him up, making him hard.
Maybe Jimin wants to sit on his cock instead?
Oh fuck, that would be the best fucking outcome. His cock twitches in Jimin’s hand, and Jimin chuckles breathily, aligning his lips with his ear.
“Yeah, you’ve got a pretty cock.”
Fuck. That’s hot.
No one’s ever told him that before.
Jeongguk bites his lip, aware that he was about to moan. And that’s an absolute no go. He’s not about to enjoy gay sex. He will not moan because a guy is touching him. Not even if it is Jimin, with his godly mouth and soft small hand working his cock.
“If you were gay, I’d have sucked it for you the moment you asked.”
Oh god..
His eyes drag down to Jimin’s lips, and a soft breath escapes his lips. Just the mental image of them wrapping around his cock.. he’s been thinking about that for months now. He’s been thinking about that since the very first day.
He almost rolls his hips up in Jimin’s hand, but stills his body the moment he realises.
“Why do you want me to suck your dick anyway? You can get any girl to do it.”
Jimin asks, making Jeongguk look back up at him. He scans over Jimin’s face like he did the very first time he met him. His monolid eyes, high cheekbones, soft cheeks, sharp jawline, full lips. Something about Jimin’s face had stirred something inside him.
Jimin is handsome and pretty. He’s charismatic and elegant. He’s charming and cute, but also athletic and cool. He’s a fucking nightmare. Jeongguk has had these mixed feelings about him for months.
“The ice cream.”
He breathes out, while Jimin’s thumb rubs over his frenulum.
“Ice cream?”
Jimin asks, playing with the head of his cock relentlessly. Jeongguk pants softly as he nods.
“First day of training. We were handed ice cream after..”
He trails off, remembering the exact scene, playing in slow-motion in his head. Jimin sitting on the grass, sucking on that phallic-shaped ice cream, fat lips a pretty pink while wrapping around it, his face still red from the workout.
Jimin’s hand stops mid-stroke, and Jeongguk is embarrassed that his hips jerk up right after, chasing the feeling.
“Are you saying you’ve been craving my mouth ever since then?”
“C-craving is a strong word.”
He says, trying to downplay it, turning his head the other way because of Jimin’s intense stare.
“Yeah? How’d you call it then, Jeon?”
Jimin asks, his hand now sliding down between his legs.
Fuck.
“Just- just thought about it a few times.”
He says, on high alert, blood rushing up to his face, body tensing up. He hears a bottle cap open, and he bites his tongue, eyes wide. Is this the part where Jimin puts his dick in? He just tried to ease him into it with jerking off.. Fucking bastard.
“Look at me.”
Jimin commands softly, and Jeongguk feels so fucking ashamed when he turns back to look at him. Why is he listening anyway?
“Gonna prep you now. If it hurts, say stop.”
Prep?
Jeongguk doesn’t have time to ask, because something is rubbing over his rim a second after. He’s a little scared, hand reaching out to hold onto something, which happens to be Jimin’s waist.
Jimin looks down at his hand, and then back up, giving him a wink.
He gasps softly, hates that it stirs something inside of him, and he quickly lets go, doesn’t want to grant Jimin the satisfaction.
“Relax.”
Jimin says again, leaning back to sit between his legs.
Oh god.
Oh god fuck, this is the moment.
Jeongguk braces himself, closes his eyes tightly, expecting pain. But all he feels is Jimin’s hand wrapping around his cock again, jerking him off slowly, while something else rubs little circles around his rim. It feels like a finger.
“What- what are you doing? Are you trying to put a finger up my ass?”
He asks, a little panicked.
“Yeah, I have to make sure you can take my cock, can’t just shove it in like you do.”
Jimin says, a little smirk on his lips. He’s enjoying this way too much. Having the upper hand.
Jeongguk knows he probably looks so scared and so fucking weak right now, but this is the most vulnerable he’s ever been with anyone, and he hates that he’s sharing it with Park Jimin.
This is a fucking nightmare.
Especially because he can’t will himself to dislike it.
“Tell me if it hurts.”
Jimin says then, before his finger slowly pushes past his rim.
Jeongguk bites his tongue at the unwelcome feeling of something penetrating him. It doesn’t hurt per se, even if it did he’d never show it. But the feeling is just, uncomfortable.
Jimin is watching him way too intently, and he hates that.
“Hurry the fuck up Park.”
He says, shifting on the bed to feel more comfortable.
“Don’t be so impatient. I’m trying to ease you into it.”
“Well I don’t want that.”
He says, glaring at Jimin who seems to just get riled up by his attitude. There’s a fire burning in those usually mellow eyes, and Jeongguk gets a little hot just looking into them.
“No? You like it rough?”
Jimin asks, looking at him like a fucking predator. Jeongguk feels his cheeks glow at the implication, and he turns his head away.
“I- I just mean hurry up. I want this over with.”
“Fine. Have it your way.”
Without any warning, Jimin slides another finger inside of him, and Jeongguk gasps at the stretch. He closes his eyes tightly as those fingers start to move inside of him, thrusting into him, rubbing along the walls, and then curling against a spot that makes his dick twitch.
“Ngh-“
Fuck.
He just moaned.
Jeongguk’s eyes open in shock at his own reaction, and he pants as Jimin’s fingers keep rubbing against a spot inside of him, poking against it. It feels like some sort of pressure, but pleasurable, it makes the head of his cock tingle, makes heat pool in his gut.
That, along with the way Jimin keeps stroking his length has his body urging him to move. But he doesn’t. He keeps lying still, heart beating in overdrive at the new sensation.
“What- what the fuck is that- that-“
“It’s your prostate.” Jimin says, voice a little darker than before. “Feels good, hm?”
Yes.
Jeongguk swallows, shakes his head because he can’t have Jimin know how fucking good it feels. It’s embarrassing on so many levels. He doesn’t want to like gay sex, and he doesn’t want Jimin to know he’s good in bed either.
Jimin only snorts at his attitude. Without a warning, he rubs a little harder over that spot, and Jeongguk’s dick twitches at that pleasant tingling sensation, hips jerking up into Jimin’s hand, a pathetic sound leaving his lips.
Oh no.
“That’s a good boy.”
What the fuck.
Jeongguk’s face reddens in embarrassment, and he glares at Jimin for saying something so out of pocket. But what he sees evens the frown between his eyebrows, shock now making its place.
Jimin is.. fucking loving this. His whole face changed from smug to- to some sort of lust-crazed demon. His eyes are so dark, glazed over with desire, mouth hanging open a little, a red blush dusting over his nose and cheeks.
“So cute on your back.”
Jimin continues, as if they’re not arch enemies. As if Jeongguk is just some boy toy that he took home.
“Don’t fucking call me that. I’m not-“
“Shut up and take it, pretty boy. That’s what you wanted.”
Oh fuck. Jeongguk’s dick twitches in Jimin’s hand, as another embarrassing sign that he’s into this.
He tries to not move, to keep still and close his eyes and make time go faster. The humiliation of losing a game is too much to bear in itself, but the heat that licks over his body when Jimin touches him is far, far worse.
He hates that it’s pleasurable, not only where Jimin is stroking his length, but also where his fingers are slowly thrusting into him, pressing against that spot. It’s like it’s hitting all the right spots inside, like all the pleasure just accumulates there, and Jeongguk keeps silently wishing for Jimin to hit it a little harder.
“For a straight guy, you’re taking my fingers really well.”
Jimin says, his light voice making Jeongguk’s skin crawl in an intoxicating way.
“You’re really taking your time.”
Jeongguk argues, trying to sound pissed, even though there’s a little spec of gratefulness that Jimin is trying to make the experience less painful.
“Mm, I won the bet after all, remember?”
Jeongguk opens his eyes, meets Jimin’s smug one.
“Shut up.”
“Is that your favourite comeback?”
Jimin tilts his head, and Jeongguk just bites the inside of his cheek and glares at him.
It elicits a laugh from Jimin, and then there’s a third finger pressing against his entrance.
Jeongguk sucks in a sharp breath when it pushes inside along the others, and his hands automatically grab for the sheets, needing to hold onto something.
“Fuck.”
“Mmh.. cute.”
“S-shut up.”
Fuck, he really needs better comebacks.
Jimin looks at him like he’s endeared, and it’s safe to say Jeongguk has never felt this belittled before. However, it’s not as uncomfortable as he thought it would be. It’s not making him angry or scared or disgusted. Instead his body is burning up in ways he never felt before, reacting to every touch as if it’s been wanting this.
So he can’t bring himself to hate the way Jimin looks at him, he only feels his cheeks burn, feels his eyes glaze over, feels his gaze drop to Jimin’s lips in the midst of it.
“You sure you haven’t done this before? You suck my fingers right in.”
If Jeongguk would not be looking at the perfect shape of Jimin’s lips, he’d have mustered another shut up but he’s too lost in the prettiest shade of pink he’s ever seen.
God, if he had just won, if he’d just have hit the ball out of the park, he’d have those wrapped around his cock.
But that’s not all he’s feeling. This obsession with Jimin’s lips, it’s not just that he wants them around his cock. There’s something else coming to the forefront of his mind, something fucking unspeakable.
He’s wondering what it’d feel like to kiss them.
It’s ridiculous.
He doesn’t even kiss the girls he fucks in the locker rooms. He doesn’t enjoy kissing. Yet, with Jimin, he finds himself thinking about it.
A smirk pulls on those pretty lips then, and Jeongguk has to tear his eyes away, turning his head to the side, trying to wake the fuck up.
But no matter how hard he tells himself that he shouldn’t enjoy it, that this should feel terrible and unnatural and uncomfortable and against his nature, it doesn’t wage against the pleasure building up in his body.
Jimin’s fingers are thrusting into him, stretching him open, pressing against his prostate every now and then, and Jimin’s other hand is playing with the head of his cock so expertly.
“I don’t get what you’re holding back for.”
Jimin says then, and Jeongguk meets his gaze, feeling caught.
“No one can hear you here, just me.”
“I-I’m not holding back.”
Jeongguk argues, even though he quite literally has to hold his breath not to make any type of sound.
Jimin chuckles softly, pretty teeth showing, lips spreading so prettily. And then he thrusts his fingers in a little harder, pressing against his prostate so fucking good.
Jeongguk gasps, toes curling, back arching a little. Pleasure spreads through his body, heat licks at his face and he can’t believe he’s never known how fucking good it feels to do this.
“Ah, fuck.”
“There you go.”
Jimin praises, keeping up that pace, making Jeongguk’s legs tremble a little, eyes getting teary as he looks at that demon.
<3
Jimin doesn’t want to admit it to himself, but this is the hottest sight he’s ever seen.
Jeon Jeongguk on his back, hard for him, teary-eyed, trembling because of a little prostate massage.
“Give into it. No one will know.”
He coaxes.
Jeongguk just bites his lip, shakes his head, stubborn to not make any sounds. But it’s so fucking obvious how much he loves it. His body is leaning into every touch, his cock twitching and leaking, his hole sucking his fingers in greedily.
Jimin’s eyes drag down to it, hypnotised by how Jeongguk clenches around his fingers, how soft and hot he feels inside. His own cock twitches in anticipation, mouth watering as he thinks of finally putting it in.
“S-Stop watching me like that.”
Jeongguk says, so ashamed.
Jimin licks his lips, finds Jeongguk’s gaze dropping towards them again, and he gives him a little sly smile.
“Sorry, you just looks so fucking hot on my fingers.”
He presses against Jeongguk’s prostate, sees how Jeongguk’s eyes lose focus, raspy moan falling from his lips against his will.
God, he sounds hot too.
He would never have thought that of all hot guys he’s taken home, Jeon Jeongguk, homophobic asshole, would be the one making him sweat in anticipation.
He just looks so fucking good down on the mattress, his usual cold stare now hazy, his cheeks dusted pink, attractive shimmer of sweat on his nose and cheekbones, his dark hair a mess.
“Pretty boy..”
He says softly, and this time, Jeongguk doesn’t object. He just turns his head in shame and bites his lip.
“Come on, let me hear you.. I wanna- I wanna hear you moan.”
“F-fuck off Park.”
Jeongguk covers his face with both his arms, and Jimin just takes that as a challenge. He fingers Jeongguk a little harder, trying to hit that spot every single thrust, and at the same time he jerks Jeongguk’s cock a little faster.
“F-fuck a-ahh. Fuck- nghh.”
Oh fuck. Jeongguk sounds so hot. So loud. And he’s bucking his hips now, not thrusting into his hand but actually fucking himself on his fingers.
“Fuck, you love being fingered.”
Jimin states, cock twitching, his own hips bucking up once, making him aware of how bad he wants to fuck Jeongguk.
“S-shut up.”
Jeongguk all but moans, arching off the mattress, making Jimin’s fingers reach even deeper, so fucking greedy for it.
Jimin is going feral. He moans at the sight, wanting to make Jeongguk come on his fingers. So he keeps thrusting, keeps jerking Jeongguk off, watching the younger fall apart.
“Mmh- fuck- nngh, fuck- deeper.”
God.
Jimin’s mouth hangs open a little at the soft command and he can’t believe he’s not fucking Jeongguk into the mattress already. He just pants and listens, pushing his fingers in deeper, earning a fucking whimper from Jeongguk’s mouth.
“Oh god, oh fuck- you sound so hot.”
“Harder- fuck- harder Jimin.”
Jimin gasps, all the hairs on his body standing up straight when he hears his name, toes curling as he sees Jeongguk break down for him, hips thrusting up erratically, hole clenching around his fingers so tight it’s almost difficult to thrust them in.
“Oh- oh fuck I’m gonna- I’m gonna come- oh fuck Jimin yes- yes-“
Jimin stops his movement, squeezes the base of Jeongguk’s cock, denying him his orgasm. Even though he wants to see it so badly, there’s just something about the way Jeongguk whines right after.
“N-no, fuck- don’t stop. Please-“
Jeongguk tries to buck his hips up, to chase his release, making such pretty sounds, sounding so desperate. Jimin moans at the sight, a thrill of satisfaction running down his spine. Jeongguk is rendered a whimpering mess, all because of him.
“Jimin- Jimin please.”
“What do you want?”
He asks, staring at Jeongguk who’s still hiding his face behind his arms. He gently grabs Jeongguk’s wrist, pulls his arms back, and fuck
Jeongguk’s eyes are watery, a tear rolling down the side of his face, lips trembling a little.
Fuuuuuuck.
“Wanna come.”
He says, trying to buck his hips up again.
Jimin doesn’t think he’s ever seen a hotter sight in his life.
“Yeah? Tell me how it feels, when I touch you here.”
He presses his fingers against Jeongguk’s prostate, just to see him arch his back, to see him throw his head back into the pillow.
“Ngh fuck- keep going-“
“You fucking love it, don’t you?”
It’s borderline cruel, edging Jeongguk like this, but Jimin can’t help himself. It’s just one night, and he’s gonna get everything he wants. He stops touching again, and Jeongguk writhes underneath him, lust-drunk, trying to fuck himself on his fingers.
“Please- please.”
Jeongguk begs, completely out of it.
“I’ll make you come, just admit it feels good.”
Jimin says, wanting to see Jeongguk break completely. To have him at his most vulnerable, most shameful, most sincere. To have Jeon Jeongguk, captain of the baseball team, grade a homophobe, cry in pleasure because his prostate is being touched.
Jeongguk bites on his lower lip, face flushed, eyebrows furrowing, like he has a hard time mustering the words. So Jimin just rubs over his prostate, plays with the head of his cock until he finally gives in.
“A-ah- so good- so fucking good- Jimin please.”
Jimin shudders in pleasure, ears buzzing at the confession.
“I got you.”
He says, pushing his fingers in, starting up the pace again. Jeongguk seems to have thrown all the shame out of the window, moaning loudly and fucking himself on his fingers. Jimin’s eyes zero on how Jeongguk’s hole clenches around them, how they disappear inside of him inch by inch.
“Please- harder.”
“Fuck.. Love it when you beg.”
Jimin pants, cheeks burning as he gives Jeongguk what he wants, hitting his prostate with every thrust, curling his fingers against it. Jeongguk puts his arms back over his face, body twitching and writhing.
“Oh- oh fuck yes- fuck- gonna come- Jimin-“
Jeongguk’s entire body goes taut, clenching around Jimin’s fingers, keeping them there, and he shoots his load all over himself with a loud moan.
Jimin’s jaw drops, Jeongguk’s cock feels so hot in his hand, twitching with every spurt of come that paints his jersey white. Jimin keeps pressing the tips of his fingers against Jeongguk’s prostate, just to make him moan and whimper and writhe under his control.
He’s a little sad he can’t see Jeongguk’s face, can’t see his pretty expression, as Jeongguk is hiding under his arms. So instead Jimin just focuses on milking his orgasm, hoping Jeongguk is seeing stars, hoping he ruined sex with anyone else for him.
“Mmh fuck- stop.”
Jeongguk pants, and Jimin takes his hand off, slowly lets his fingers slip out of his hole. Jeongguk sucks in a sharp breath, let’s his arms fall back on the pillow, eyes closed, an expression of complete and utter bliss.
Jimin feels his cock leak, body begging him to just take. Take Jeongguk who’s lying on his bed, legs spread, opened up, so defenceless.
Fuck.
He takes his shorts off in a hurry, body radiating with heat as he crawls on top of Jeongguk, panting a little in anticipation.
“Gonna- I’m gonna fuck you now.”
He says, cock twitching just at the mention.
Jeongguk blinks at him, still a little out of it. High on his orgasm.
Jimin takes that as a yes. So he just sits back, spreads Jeongguk’s legs, stroking his own cock a few times just watching that pretty hole clench around nothing. How pretty it would look if.. if come was dripping from it.
Jimin gasps at his own thoughts, pressing the head of his cock against Jeongguk’s rim.
Oh fuck.
He eyes the condom, then eyes Jeongguk, then the way his cock catches on Jeongguk’s rim.
Jimin feels his face heat up when he crawls on top of Jeongguk again, hovering above him.
“I’m clean.”
He starts, a little dazed by the idea of just going in..
“Hm?”
Jeongguk tilts his head a bit.
“Can I.. can I fuck you without condom?”
Jeongguk’s eyebrows shoot up, and he shakes his head.
“N-no. That’s- that’s dirty.”
“I’m clean- I’m really- it feels better too.”
“For you.”
Jimin pouts a little, he can’t help it. He wants to see a pretty creampie, wants to stuff Jeongguk with his come. Not that he could say that out loud. Jeongguk would probably make a run for it.
“It feels better for you too.” Jimin tries, no clue if that actually is true. “The latex makes the slide harder.”
Jeongguk seems to consider it for a second, but then his eyes narrow to a squint.
“You just want to come inside me.”
Guilty.
<3
Jeongguk can barely get a grip. He just had the best orgasm of his entire life, and he feels so fucking dirty for it. He feels betrayed by his own body, that he gave into it, that it felt that good.
And then Jimin is crawling on top of him, asking if he can fuck him raw, looking like he’s starving for a taste. There’s a certain hunger in his eyes.
Girls are never like this with him. Jeongguk always has to chase and take them, he’s never had someone look at him like Jimin does. And he doesn’t like to admit it, but it does make him feel some type of way. He feels desired.
“I do want to come inside of you.”
Jimin admits, voice a little raspy.
Jeongguk swallows, his body still tingling in the aftermath of his orgasm. He’d be lying if he said he doesn’t want to feel it again. That’s another thing; normally after he comes he’s done, satisfied. But right now he just feels on edge, feels a heat inside, a need building in his gut.
“Just- just do it then.”
He says, unable to fight it. He’s dazed and doesn’t want to feel empty anymore.
“Fuck.”
Jimin curses, hands curling around the back of his thighs, and pushing them up.
The position is embarrassing. Jeongguk can barely watch as Jimin lubes himself up. But he does, he sneaks a peek, finds that Jimin is quite big. Suddenly he feels the nerves return.
“It’s- it’s not gonna hurt right?”
He asks, even though he promised himself he wouldn’t be a pussy about this.
Jimin’s eyes meet his, and his gaze softens a little, blonde hair looking kind of.. fluffy.
“Thought you wanted to get this over with.”
Jimin says, tilting his head playfully, but there’s no real bite behind it.
Jeongguk purses his lips, cheeks burning up.
“I do. But- but I have to be able to walk tomorrow. We have a game.”
Jimin actually chuckles at that, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes almost close all the way when he smiles, it’s kind of.. charming.
Gay.
That’s gay.
Jeongguk rubs over his forehead in distress. Does gay sex make someone gay? Did Jimin pass it on to him just now?
“I’m not going to fuck you until you can’t walk. I just want to make you come like that again. On my cock this time.”
Fuck.
Jeongguk clears his throat at the vulgarity, nodding as he turns his head the other way. The promise of another orgasm makes his cock twitch to life, and he looks down at it slowly hardening, jersey all dirty with his come. Shit, he’s gonna have to clean that before tomorrow.
“If it does hurt, just tell me, or pat my arm, I’ll go slow.”
Jimin says, before Jeongguk hears the cap of the lube bottle open again.
Shit, this is happening.
He’s gonna get fucked by a guy.
He bites the inside of his cheek, closes his eyes tightly, and then he feels it, the head of Jimin’s cock against his rim. It’s.. it’s warm, and soft. He didn’t think the head of a cock would feel like that.
Jeongguk swallows as Jimin starts to push it in. It’s bigger than three fingers, so he feels it stretch, feels it hurt a little bit. He sucks in a sharp breath, turning his head, fisting the bedsheets in his hand.
“Hey, you okay? Does it hurt?”
“S’fine.”
He says, opening his eyes. Jimin looks at him so intently, it’s making him sweat.
“Here.”
Jimin hands him something. Jeongguk looks at it, finds that realistic dildo in his hand. He looks back at Jimin.
“What- what the fuck do you want me to do with this?”
He asks, the feeling of the silicone so foreign and weird.
Jimin doesn’t reply, but he leans down a little closer, half-lidded eyes glazing over, and then opens his mouth.
Oh.
Jeongguk’s gaze drops down to his lips, and he gets the message. He gets the fucking message. His breathing comes short, cock twitching in interest, or jealousy, as he brings the dildo closer to Jimin’s mouth.
He’s not completely sure this is what Jimin means, until Jimin licks over the head of the dildo, flattening his tongue against the frenulum.
“Fuck.”
Jeongguk curses breathlessly, watching what’s gotta be the hottest thing he’s ever seen. Jimin’s thick lips kiss over the silicone, making those wet, hot noises.
Jeongguk swallows a moan, but he’s breathing irregularly, chest heaving as Jimin kisses up the side of the shaft. He looks so.. obscene. Exactly what Jeongguk’s been fantasising about for months. That red blush over Jimin’s cheeks, those eyes closing like he fucking loves to suck dick, pink tongue darting out to lick from the base to the head.
“Fuck- fuck.”
Jeongguk moans softly as he watches, pushing the dildo past Jimin’s lips. At the same time, Jimin pushes in a little deeper, and the pain is dulled by the sheer lust in Jeongguk’s system.
“So fucking hot, knew you’d look good sucking dick.”
Jeongguk pants. Jimin opens his eyes just to give him a little wink, before he goes and takes the dildo in his mouth all the way, his lips wrapping around it so prettily, sucking it so good.
“Fuck- oh fuck.”
His cock grows harder by the second, and that’s a record timing, he usually can’t get it up for another 20 minutes at least. But Jimin is giving him a lot of firsts.
Jimin bobs his head prettily around the dildo, and Jeongguk watches with lust and jealousy, hips bucking up slowly at the same pace Jimin is taking it. He imagines that hot mouth around his own cock, imagines exactly as it is displayed in front of him, the way Jimin licks over the underside, kissing the head before taking it in his mouth.
It’s fucking hot, and torture at the same time. Jeongguk pants, his hand moving between their bodies to take his cock in his hand, flicking his wrist to grant himself some relief.
Jimin gives him a half-lidded stare, a small smirk, and then he rolls his hips experimentally.
“Ah-“
Jeongguk’s eyes widen at that moan leaving his lips, but just the feeling of- oh god- a cock inside of him, he didn’t think it’d feel like this. It’s embarrassing how fucking good it feels.
Jimin pops his lips off the dildo and quirks a brow at him.
“Good?”
Jeongguk bites his tongue. Jimin keeps eye contact as he rolls his hips again, and Jeongguk gasps this time, trying to keep the sounds down, but it feels really good.
Jimin’s gaze darkens a little, and he looks so confident when he starts to move his hips, really dragging it out. Jeongguk can feel every inch of it pushing in, reaching so deep, brushing against his prostate, which elicits another low moan from his throat.
With every sound that he involuntarily makes, Jimin just smirks knowingly, and Jeongguk can’t take it, so he hides his face behind his arms, trying to not react in any type of way.
<3
It’s such a fucking sight, Jeongguk taking his cock.
Jimin didn’t think he’d win this bet, but here he is, fucking his arch nemesis into the mattress. Honestly, it’s the best feeling ever. He grins as he holds the back of Jeongguk’s strong thighs, thrusting into him deep and slow, letting his eyes roam over his hard cock, the sliver of exposed skin of Jeongguk’s abs.
Fuck.
Jimin pushes Jeongguk’s sports jersey up, so he can freely take it all in. His nipples are perked up a little, stomach glistening with a layer of sweat.
“So pretty.”
He breathes out, kissing the inside of Jeongguk’s knee.
Jeongguk is just lying there and taking it, arms over his face, probably humiliated that he’s taking cock up his ass the first time. And liking it.
“Don’t hide your face from me.”
He says, grabbing Jeongguk’s wrist and pulling it away, seeing how his face is all flushed, how he’s biting his lower lip, his eyes glazed over.
“Fuck..”
Jimin swallows, picking up the pace, eyes darkening at the sight beneath him.
“You feel so good inside.. so wet and tight.”
He says, seeing how Jeongguk pants softly, cheeks reddening.
“Don’t- don’t say it like that.”
“Why not?”
Jimin changes the angle a little, eyes dragging down to where his cock is thrusting into Jeongguk, mouth watering at the sight.
“Sounds like- fuck- sounds like I have a pussy.”
Jeongguk explains, eyes closing, back arching a little bit.
Jimin feels his face heat up a little, grip tightening around Jeongguk’s thighs as he fucks him.
“Mmh.. it feels like one.”
He says, just to embarrass Jeongguk a little more. It’s such a pretty face on him, that teary look. He didn’t think Jeongguk could look this pretty bottoming, with those hard features, that straightforward attitude, and those intense eyes. But he’s been proven wrong, it’s even more satisfying to render a guy like Jeongguk to a blushing, whimpering mess.
<3
Maybe even more embarrassing than getting fucked by a guy, is how Jeongguk can’t even lie still and take it. He really thought it would be 5 minutes, him bending over and Jimin just taking him rough and fast and that’d be it.
But he’s on his back, Jimin is fucking him deep and slow, and instead of just taking it, Jeongguk is actually canting his hips up to meet Jimin’s thrusts, just to feel it reach deeper, to feel it hit that sweet spot.
It’s not even long before he gets impatient. the little graze of his prostate every now and then isn’t enough, Jimin needs to fuck him harder.
And that’s just so- so fucking embarrassing. He does not want to say it.
So at first he just waits, because at some point, Jimin will surely pick up the pace. Right? But after another minute, Jimin is still taking it slow, really dragging it out.
Jeongguk pants, body warming up, and he looks at Jimin, who still has that knowing smile on his face, who does not pick up the pace at all. It’s so mean. So humiliating.
Jimin should be the one wanting this more than him. He’s the gay one out of the two of them, and this was his fucking idea. So, why is Jeongguk lying here, wishing Jimin would just fuck him harder. Why is he feeling heat accumulating in his gut just from his prostate being grazed by the head of Jimin’s cock. It’s so unfair.
At some point, he really can’t take it, and his body gives in, starting to buck his hips up a little faster, hoping Jimin gets the hint.
“Mmh.. that’s it, fuck yourself on my cock.”
Jimin’s voice is so raspy, and it’s the first time Jeongguk acknowledges how fucking sexy it is. Maybe it’s because he’s lust-drunk, but that wispy, raspiness makes him shudder, makes his walls break down a little more.
“Fuck..”
He closes his eyes and just gives into his instincts. The very basic animalistic instinct to make himself feel good. All he can feel is that heat inside, and that desperate need to keep stimulating that spot inside of him. So he tries to fuck himself on Jimin’s cock, but it’s quite difficult, he’s never done it before.
It’s hard to make Jimin’s cock hit the right spot, and it’s making him sweat, core tensing every time he moves, and that right after a game. It’s exhausting.
“Can you- please can you just-“
He begs, hoping Jimin will get the message.
However, Jimin just tilts his head, smirk tugging on his lips.
“Yeah?”
Jeongguk looks at him through his lashes, eyes a little teary.
“Just- just fuck me.”
“I am fucking you.”
Jimin counters, still rolling his hips at that same slow pace, and Jeongguk snaps.
“Not hard enough.”
Jimin’s eyebrows shoot up, and then he looks so fucking smug.
“You want me to fuck you harder?”
Jeongguk bites his lower lip, so fucking pissed that Jimin is dragging it out, that he’s doing this just to humiliate him.
“Just- just do it. Stop looking so smug.”
“Sorry. I just didn’t think a straight, homophobic asshole like you would want me to fuck you harder.” Jimin says, finally picking up the pace. “None of the other athletes have ever been this needy for cock.”
“I’m not needy.” Jeongguk counters, trying to find an excuse. “I just want it over with- want to go home already.”
“Mmh, sure.”
Jimin says, like he doesn’t believe him, picking up the pace even more. Jeongguk moans as he feels Jimin’s balls slap against his ass, feels that cock thrust inside of him, finally hitting his prostate a little harder.
The room fills with the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin and the squelch of every thrust, and Jeongguk’s body tingles, pleasure pooling in his gut, his cock leaking on his stomach.
“O-oh fuck, deeper-“
Shit.
He can’t even keep his mouth shut.
“Mmh, like this baby?”
Jimin thrusts in deeper, still keeping the pace, and Jeongguk’s eyes roll back at the feeling, and the nickname at the same time. If he were in his right mind he’d have told Jimin to shut the fuck up, but right now he just gets off on it.
“Y-yeah- fuck- like that.”
Jimin moans on top of him, and it sounds so hot that Jeongguk needs to look at him, just to see if it’s real. There’s something so erotic about the way Jimin looks at him, Jeongguk gasps at the intensity of his monolid eyes, has to avert his gaze. But they zero on Jimin’s lips, and that just makes his cock twitch.
For the second time he feels that pull, he feels how fucking bad he wants it, to kiss Jimin.
And this time, Jimin leans in closer, thrusting coming to a halt as his nose brushes against his own.
Jeongguk’s eyes widen, heartbeat speeding up. This is the closest he’s ever been to another guy. Jimin is staring at him like he.. like he wants to make out. And Jeongguk thinks this is the most terrified he’s felt this night. Not for a dick in his ass, but for wanting Jimin’s lips on his own. He wants it so bad.
“Kiss me.”
It slips from his mouth just like that, and not even a second later, Jimin’s lips are on his own.
“Mmh-“
Holy fucking shit.
Jimin’s lips are so soft. They’re soft and pillowy and Jeongguk is wide-eyed as he tastes them, breath hitching.
Fuck. He usually hates kissing. He hates it. But now, it’s like it’s not enough, and he needs it all at once. So his eyes shut tight and he fists his hand in Jimin’s fluffy hair and kisses him back.
“Mmh..”
Jimin’s moan vibrates against Jeongguk’s ears, and he moans in return, gently biting on Jimin’s lower lip.
“Fuck-“
Jimin curses, letting go of Jeongguk’s thighs to move even closer, so Jeongguk wraps his legs around Jimin’s back to keep them up.
When Jimin licks over his lower lip he groans, darting his tongue out to let them meet in the middle.
Jeongguk whimpers, because this is the best he’s ever felt. This is by far, the best sex he’s ever had. Jimin is fucking him slow, kissing him eagerly, and it feels so intimate. Nothing like those quick fucks that Jeongguk needs to take the edge of.
He tangles his other hand in Jimin’s hair as well, sucking on his tongue, canting his hips up.
Jimin takes the hint this time, and picks up the pace. The intensity of the kiss, and his prostate being hit at the same time, has Jeongguk all stages of desperate. He mewls into Jimin’s mouth, pulls on his hair, fucks himself back on his cock.
“Fuck- love it when you’re needy.”
“shut up.”
“So desperate for it.”
Jimin licks into his mouth, and Jeongguk can’t manage a comeback, so he just gives in, lost in the kiss, drunk on that feeling of pleasure building up inside of him.
“Can’t wait to come inside of you..”
Jimin whispers against his lips, and Jeongguk can’t hide how much it turns him on. A shameful sound escapes his lips and his cock twitches. It’s so fucking dirty, a guy coming in his ass, it’s so dirty, and so fucking bad, and yet.
Jimin chuckles sadistically, biting his lower lip.
“You want it too, hm?”
Jeongguk shakes his head stubbornly, even though it’s really so fucking obvious. He just tries to shut Jimin up with another kiss, needing that intimacy for some reason.
Pleasure builds up with every thrust, and Jeongguk is so aware of it. He’s so aware of how Jimin’s body is pressing against his own, feverish and sweaty, how his cock is buried inside of him, throbbing, how his tongue is playing with his own, how they’re moaning in to each other’s mouths.
It’s so good. It’s so fucking good.
He lets a hand slide over Jimin’s back to his waist, pulling him closer, digging his heels into his back to make him thrust in deeper. His cock is lying flat against his stomach, being rubbed between their bodies, and fuck-
He’s close.
“Mmh-“
He breaks the kiss to breathe, opening his eyes to see Jimin in not a much better state. And just in that eye contact, Jimin knows exactly what he wants, he picks up the pace, and slides one of his hands between their bodies to take Jeongguk’s cock in his hand.
“F-fuck- oh fuck- Jimin-“
Shit, he should stop saying his name like that.
“Fuck, Jeongguk- so good.”
Jimin moans, making Jeongguk’s ego inflate a bit. He doesn’t know what exactly he does then, but Jimin’s hips jerk forward even harder, hitting his prostate, another sinful moan leaving Jimin’s lips.
“Oh- fuck- do that again baby.”
“I- I don’t know what-“
“Clench around me.”
Jimin pants, looking so gone. His face is shimmering with sweat, cheeks red, and he’s fucking him so well, pounding into him. Jeongguk clenches around Jimin’s cock, and the blonde groans in pleasure, thrust starting to lose rhythm, hips gyrating.
“So good- I’m- I’m gonna come.”
Jimin whimpers, and that sound goes straight to Jeongguk’s cock. It twitches in Jimin’s hand, and Jeongguk bucks his hips up into it, feeling his orgasm nearing as well.
Jimin’s lips find his own in the midst of their very messy fucking, and Jeongguk licks into his mouth instantly, needing to savour the taste. And then Jimin thrusts into him hard, hitting his oversensitive prostate, and his vision goes white.
“A-ahh- fuck Jimin-“
His hole clenches around Jimin’s cock, that bundle of nerves spreading pleasure all the way through his body, and he comes for a second time that night. He knows he’s making pathetic sounds, but fuck, the second orgasm is even more intense, come spurts out of his cock and it marks his chin.
Jimin keeps thrusting into him, fucking him like a ragdoll, hitting his prostate with every other thrust, and Jeongguk doesn’t think he can take that much pleasure. He writhes and moans and his eyes roll back, toes curling at the sensation, body shaking.
And then, it feels like a second wave hits him, and his moan is so loud that he’s sure Jimin’s roommates can hear it. A thinner, milkier substance spurts out of his cock, and his eyes tear up because of the sheer pleasure.
“Fuck- oh my god.”
Jimin moans, and then he finally comes as well. Jeongguk gasps when he feels it, warmth spreading inside of him, Jimin’s cock throbbing when he fills him all up with it.
“Jeongguk- Jeongguk.. fuck, so pretty-“
Jimin rambles, body convulsing, face dropping into the crook of Jeongguk’s neck as he fucks his come in deeper.
Jeongguk is trembling, doesn’t know what the fuck just happened, but he’s so overstimulated that he can’t move for a while. And when Jimin has finally ridden out his orgasm, he pulls out and looks at it.
<3
If he hadn’t just come, he would have definitely gotten hard at the sight of Jeongguk’s hole dripping with his cum. Jimin shudders at the sight, and he squeezes the last drops of come from his cock.
Jeongguk is catching his breath, trembling a little, and Jimin can’t believe he managed to milk Jeongguk’s prostate. Maybe that sight was even hotter than the one right in front of him.
Jimin lies down next to Jeongguk, tries to catch his breath as well. He doesn’t know if Jeongguk would just turn and say goodbye, or if he needs aftercare, or anything, so he just looks at Jeongguk stare at the ceiling for a minute.
<3
Jeongguk knows he should leave. He should. He wanted to leave right after the deal was done, that was his plan. But now, his brain is mush, and his body is trembling, and he’s all dirty with cum and some weird other substance that came out of him.
He feels his prostate throb a little from the overuse, and then he looks over at Jimin, who’s staring at him.
Jeongguk really is at a loss of words. He doesn’t want to acknowledge that he just had the best sex ever, but he also can’t muster the energy to argue, or stand up. His eyes dart down to Jimin’s lips, and before he knows it, he leans in and kisses him.
Jimin makes a surprised sound, but then quickly adapts and kisses him back.
Fuck, he loves Jimin’s lips. They’re so addictive, so soft to the touch, so warm, so inviting. Jeongguk moans softly, pulling Jimin closer by his waist, wanting to share body warmth.
It’s the gayest thing he’s ever done. Aftercare. But Jimin’s fucked away all of his critical thinking, and all that his fried brain can muster is: warmth, comfort, love.
So, he can’t even bring himself to care. He just kisses Jimin, pulls him into his arms until he feels exhaustion catch up to him, and he permits himself to stay the night.