blow..
did Jimin just say I want you to blow me?
His body goes rigid, and with the next breath he takes he’s stone cold sober.
“Blow you?”
“Mmh.” Jimin nods, squeezes the back of his neck. “Blow me, or no deal.”
Fuck.
He came all this way to beg for sex, and now he’s only getting it if he gives Jimin head.
“But—“
“No buts. Take it or leave it.”
He bites on his tongue, gaze flickers to those plush lips.
Sex, four times a week, with Jimin. After every training he gets to have him. Every Saturday too, he’ll get that mouth all for himself.
The decision should be easy, he should just say yes, but fuck— sucking dick is the worst. Just the mental image makes all the hairs on the back of his neck stand up straight.
“Si-hun is coming soon, you should go.” Jimin pushes against his chest. “Just think about it.”
It’s infuriating, that some guy gets to see Jimin like this.
He’s all.. dolled up, his blonde hair is styled differently, it falls more gracefully over his forehead than usual, his slanted eyes glisten in the street lights, and that lip balm is making them look even more plump; all for another man.
He clicks his tongue, hooks his hand in Jimin’s tank top and pulls him closer.
“What are you— mmh!”
It tastes like.. cherries? All sweet and rich when he licks over Jimin’s lower lip. Stupid lip balm, he doesn’t need it, his lips are soft and sweet enough already, and they taste better without it— taste the best when he’s all worked-up and sweaty.
Si-hun isn’t allowed any of this, he can’t have a taste before him. Can’t cop a feel before he does either.
He curls his hand around the back of Jimin’s neck, moves it up into his hair as he tilts his head a little more, slips his tongue inside of his mouth. At least he can take all of this away from Si-hun, make Jimin’s hair look a mess, ruin his lips.
“Mmh—“
Jimin moans, pushes lightly against his chest, it’s barely a protest. Even less so when his hot tongue slides against his own, when his fingers clutch his tank top and pull him closer.
That’s right, that’s it.
Jimin can pretend all he wants but he wants him just as bad.
He kind of hopes that prick sees them like this, how he backs Jimin up against the door, how he steps a leg between Jimin’s and presses his thigh against his crotch; if it works on girls it probably works on guys, right?
“A-ah— fuck.”
Jimin pants against his mouth, tilts his head back against the wood, bucks his hips forward once, ruts against his thigh.
And god— it’s not even been a few seconds but Jimin’s lips are a little swollen, his hair a mess, his cheeks and nose flushed.
Perfect.
“Say hi to your boyfriend for me.” He breathes against Jimin’s lips, gives his plush lower lip one last little bite. “See you at training.”
The dazed look in Jimin’s eyes when he pulls back sends a sick type of satisfaction through his veins.
It’s not much payback for being left hanging while begging for sex, but at least he got to have a little bit of Jimin right before his stupid date.
————————
Fuck.
Si-hun is at his front door not even two minutes after that kiss— after that entire encounter.
That fucking idiot had to come over and beg for sex right before his date. He’s never had Jeongguk that desperate for him, if he had a worse moral compass he would have taken Jeongguk inside and fucked him right before meeting Si-hun.
At least if he’d done that, it would have taken the edge off.
Now, his lips tingle, he’s twitchy, and he’s still semi-hard when Si-hun and him sit down on the couch. He’s sure sounds are coming out of Si-hun’s mouth but nothing registers, the remnants of arousal still surge through him, the ghost of Jeongguk’s touch, his hand sliding down his stomach, cupping his cock through his pants.
He licks his lips, nods a few times at Si-hun, but he can’t bring himself to listen. If Jeongguk agrees.. he finally gets to have that mouth around him, gets to see him sink to his knees, gets to cum on his tongue— fuck.. maybe even on his face.
And after that, he gets to fuck him four times a week. Four. Times. A. Week.
After practice when they’re both sweating from head to toe he gets to have Jeongguk all to himself. Fuck, maybe he should have just left the deal at that, maybe Jeongguk won’t ever be comfortable enough to blow him.
Shit, he’s on a date.
He adjusts himself in his pants when Si-hun isn’t watching, tries his very best to concentrate on the monologue but.. come on. He’s wearing a tank top that’s slipping off his shoulder, pants that accentuate his ass with a fabric so thin it’s practically see-through and still.. nothing.
Si-hun barely looks at his exposed skin or his lips or his anything and it’s been long enough.
To be honest, he knows this is a risky move but he’s too horny to listen and even an argument is better than just sitting here, so he straddles Si-hun’s lap mid-conversation, and just closes the distance.
“Woah— Jimin—“
“Mmh.”
He curls his hand around the back of Si-hun’s neck, closes his eyes just so he can visualise it’s Jeongguk when he slots their lips together.
But Jeongguk kisses him with way more passion— every single touch with him feels like a thrill while this feels like an awkward handshake. Their rhythms don’t match, every touch is unsure and twitchy and lukewarm. Si-hun is pulling back before he’s even giving in.
“Stop, stop.” Si-hun wipes the back of his mouth, crease between his brows. “We were talking about politics and suddenly you’re climbing me.”
Normally, he would just apologise and nod along but today he’s just at the end of his willpower.
“No you were talking about politics.” He eyes between their bodies. “I want to have sex.”
It’s a little unfair, he knows. Si-hun isn’t even the object of his desires, or anyone’s desires probably— that aside, he shouldn’t be doing this.
Si-hun blinks a few times, absolute shock on his face.
“Is it that mind-blowing after a month of dating that I want more than a kiss?” He asks, nods to the empty living room. “My friends keep leaving the house so we can fuck but you haven’t even hinted at wanting to sleep with me.”
There’s a long, tense silence between them, and then Si-hun gently pushes him off, straightens his shirt and clears his throat.
“I did not want to tell you this way, but you put me on the spot.” Si-hun folds his hands on his lap. “I have ED.”
Jimin blinks a few times.
“You have.. an eating disorder?”
“No.” Si-hun shakes his head, sucks in a sharp breath. “I have erectile dysfunction.”
………
…
Oh.
Well.
That…
Explains things.
He makes a mental note of making absolutely sure this information never ever reaches Jeongguk before he puts on his serious mask and braces himself for another long night of listening to monologues.
———————
The pool bar is dimly lit, the music loud, and all of his friends are having a good time. Jinyoung and Myung-gi are smoking while they watch the pool table, engaging in some conversation about how doggy-style is the superior sex-position. Haejoon and Seokjin are arguing over a missing billiard ball that Jeongguk caught Seokjin sneak into one of the corner pockets earlier. Namjoon and Yoongi are placing bets on who’s going to win.
And he’s..
He’s thinking about sucking Jimin’s dick.
Disconnected from everyone, standing at the edge of the pool table, hand clutched around his nth glass of champagne.
Maybe that’s why he just blurts it out.
“Hypothetically, if a girl has a strap..”
The entire group falls quiet, every set of eyes now on him.
Fuck.
Namjoon stares at him from the other side of the pool table, breathes out a soft laugh, and then gestures him over.
“Leave him to me. You guys resume.”
The others just continue as if nothing happened, and Jeongguk can only down his glass of champagne to deal with that, walks up to Namjoon with a burning throat.
Namjoon just guides him to a bar stool, sits him down like a father to a son. From the corner of his eye, Yoongi walks up to them too, clearly intrigued.
“Is this the same girl you’ve been on about?”
A certain glint in Namjoon’s eyes sends an uncomfortable shiver down his spine. It’s like they see something he doesn’t want to expose.
“..Yes.”
“You’re into femdom?” Yoongi butts in. “Didn’t take you for it.”
“What fandom?”
“Femdom.” Namjoon says. “Female dominant, a woman who takes control.”
Jeongguk blinks, darts his eyes between Yoongi and Namjoon.
The fucking things Jimin makes him say about himself.
“Yeah. I’m into.. femdom.”
He wants to die.
“She asked you to take the strap?” Yoongi asks, that little gremlin smile of his appearing, gums out and everything. “That’s wild.”
“Not take it.” His cheeks burn up slightly. Keeps it to himself that he’s taken it more than once already. “She.. asked me to suck it.”
“Oh, that’s light work.”
Light work?
He blinks at Yoongi.
“You’ve.. done it?”
“Of course.” Yoongi shrugs like it’s nothing. “It’s just silicone.”
Oh. Right.
He swallows, averts his gaze.
“Like, it’s not like you’re sucking an actual dick so—“
“Yeah.” He laughs it off. “But, you know, it’s.. still the mental image is there.”
He taps his fingers on the bar, bites on this inside of his cheek.
In theory, having dick up your ass is gayer than having it in your mouth. Right? But the idea of taking Jimin’s dick in his mouth is making his stomach twist and turn. The action of it alone is already scary, but the idea that Jimin is towering over him what that mean smirk whispering filthy things—
“Thanks Yoongi, for your contribution, now leave.” Namjoon pushes Yoongi aside, who just chuckles as he walks off. Then Namjoon leans closer, lowers his voice so the other guys can’t overhear. “If you’re scared to do it, why don’t you look up some videos?”
Videos.. on how to suck dick.
He sucks in a sharp breath, searches for his glass but it’s empty already.
“There are tons of videos out there you know, girls sucking strap-ons, guys sucking strap-ons, or just real dicks, you know.” Namjoon shrugs. “Might help you get over the block.”
He is not drunk enough for this.
Did Namjoon just mention guys sucking dicks? And the over-pronounced ‘girl’ just now too..
His body goes rigid, and when he finds Namjoon’s gaze, his fight or flight kicks in. None of them can know about him and Jimin. Of him fooling around with a guy. If it were to get to his dad he’d really be fucked.
All of these guys are just the sons of his dad’s colleagues, they hang out because of convenience.
This room isn’t a safe space.
Whatever Namjoon is hinting at needs to die.
He clutches his hand around the edge of the bar.
“I’m not watching guys suck dicks.”
Namjoon’s eyebrow twitches once, his jaw clenches, and this is possibly the most pissed Jeongguk has ever seen him.
“I’m bi, so, would appreciate you say that a little less like it’s offensive.”
Oh.
Fuck.
He swallows his next sentence, can’t even breathe.
Of all the guys here he’s always been closest to Namjoon, and honestly they aren’t even that close, it’s just that they’ve known each other since elementary school. But Namjoon— fuck, he’s the tallest, broadest out of all of them except for maybe Seokjin, and his energy is so very masculine it just doesn’t make any sense.
A guy like Jimin, more lithe in frame, more.. cute. That’s what he always pictured gay guys to look like. Meanwhile the guy in front of him is.. literally the opposite. With his baggy pants and his oversized vest and his dark hair with blonde tips, eyebrow slit. He looks nothing like a man who likes other men.
He swallows, dips his head a little.
“Sorry, I.. uh.. didn’t know.”
“Well, try to be a little more sensitive, it’s not easy out here.” Namjoon says, then hops off the bar stool. “Good luck with your girl.”
Jeongguk almost winces at the word, just stares at the bar for a while longer.
Something persistent and uncomfortable gnaws at him, eats him slowly from the inside. The longer he sits there, the more his eyes start to sting, so he makes a beeline to the door and gets out of there.
——————Once at home he’s too drunk to properly walk. most of his fraternity brothers just laugh at him, pat him on the back for finally getting shitfaced. He never gets this drunk, it’s not good for his physique, but it does numb his mind.
Namjoon.. is bi.
That’s fucking crazy.
Has he always been? He can’t remember a time Namjoon ever talked about guys, or even looked at them. Back in elementary school he had like 5 girlfriends at the same time, that player.
Jeongguk huffs, lets himself fall face down onto his mattress, buries his face into his pillow and sighs.
When would Namjoon have found out?
Do the other guys in their group know? Namjoon wasn’t exactly quiet when he said it.
Ah, fuck, what use is it to think about it? Why does he care? It’s got nothing to do with him.
He’s got other things, more pressing matters right now. Like, is he really going to suck Jimin’s dick?
If he does it, then he’ll get access to Jimin’s mouth again, four times a week. They’ll be fuckbuddies.
Hah.. Si-hun must be such a fucking loser if Jimin is willing to see him this many times a week. They’ve been dating for how long now? A month? And the guy hasn’t managed to see Jimin naked, what the fuck is he even doing?
That’s probably why Jimin offered it, he needs someone like him. A heat spreads from low in his stomach, curls around him gently.
The thought of Jimin needing him, wanting him before he goes on his stupid dates. The idea of fucking Jimin’s pretty mouth until it’s all swollen and pink, right before he sees Si-hun..
Yeah..
He’s going to have to blow Jimin.
Ah..
Why is sucking dick such a thing?
It just registers as gross in his head, like it’s been burned in there, even though he hasn’t ever done it before.
He groans, stares at his phone. The bar at the top of the browser is staring back at him.
He bites his lower lip, types a site into the search bar, the familiar layout pops up on his screen. Even his top searches still cached there. But none of that.. he goes right for blowjob instructions
Watches a girl with a dildo, explaining the basics. Lips around your teeth, don’t take it all the way at once, use a hand on the base, all pretty self-explanatory things that he knows from receiving them.
It’s not what he’s so afraid of.
The real scary thing is Jimin..
The way Jimin manages to strip him down completely, make him like things he shouldn’t like.
That’s what’s really holding him back. It’s the only thing that still registers as gross in his mind. If he likes it.. then.. something is wrong with him.
He shoves the thought aside with a thick swallow, scrolls through the videos under the one he’s watching, clicks on an actual blowjob. Some girl on her knees, the guy holds her hair and thrusts inside. It’s tasteless and rough, and the idea of kneeling and letting jimin fuck his mouth like this is not it.
Then again, slow dick sucking might be gayer.
He scrolls through the videos again, until he lands on one..
With a guy. Two guys.
That shouldn’t be here. This is a straight porn site. Strictly straight porn, nothing gay shows up here. That’s the entire reason he only uses this site.
.. fuck.
Who allowed this? Some stupid moderator reviewed this and just—
He clicks on it.
Just to check why anyone would allow this on here.
One guy with black hair is sitting against the headboard of the bed, legs spread wide, head resting on the edge, while the other with longer, light brown hair is lying on his stomach between his legs, lips around the dark haired guy’s cock.
Maybe it’s a little hard to spot, the guy with the longer light brown hair has his eyes closed, and since he’s lying down you can’t see his dick, but come on, that’s a guy.
A guy with.. good lips.
He holds his breath, stares at his screen, ready to click away at any given moment.
But the languid, slow head bobs make the dark haired guy moan, loud and raspy. Last time he got a good blowjob was in Jimin’s shower. The same pace too, the same plush, pink lips working his cock..
His dick twitches.
Which should be his cue to stop watching this video, but the dark haired guy moans a little harder, breathes out a “fuck— such a good mouth..”
Fuck.
A shiver runs down his spine.
His hand sneaks down to his crotch slowly.
It’s not gay. He’s thinking about Jimin’s mouth, the guy who’s doing the dicksucking has similar lips, that’s all.
It’s okay to touch himself if he just thinks about Jimin’s lips around him. He’s thought about it many times, it’s not too bad that he now has a visual with it.
Yeah..
He slips his hand into his waistband, curls his fingers around his growing cock.
Those lips are really something, not as pretty as Jimin’s but still so plump, the way they rub against the head, kiss along the side down to his balls.
Jeongguk licks his lips, slowly strokes himself.
“Doing so well baby..”Huh..
Jimin calls him baby sometimes..
He shakes his head, doesn’t spare the other guy a glance, just focuses on the wet succulent sounds, those pink lips kissing up to the head.
“Fuck, so perfect— look so pretty on my cock.”
.. that kind of.. sounds like something Jimin would say too.
He slows down his strokes a little, tries to look at the guy sucking dick but his eyes keep going to the other one.
The way he grabs that light brown hair.
“Can you take it deeper, hm?”
..
“Yeah, that’s it.. take it, pretty boy.”
inexplainable heat runs down his spine, and he locks his phone immediately, throws it on the bed and goes straight to the bathroom for a shower.
A cold, cold shower.
————————
Realistically..
How bad would it be to break up with your boyfriend right after he shares that he’s got erectile dysfunction?
He listened to Si-hun’s whole story and everything and treated him with love and care, but god, it is just never gonna work.
And fine, he kind of knew it was never gonna work before all of that. It’s just that Taehyung and Hoseok kept telling him Si-hun was a good guy, a normal guy. Which, okay, they weren’t wrong entirely.
Si-hun is kind in the sense that he asks polite questions, he’s not toxic, he would never cheat, he isn’t a straight guy who’d leave him behind after sex, he isn’t pushing and pulling. He actually comes to his games, brings him to campus, picks him up, takes him on dates.
Yes, in that sense, he is kind, he is a normal guy.
Set aside erectile dysfunction for a second, there were already many signs it was never gonna work out. Just his lack of imagination whenever they talked, his long monologues, the absence of any humour..
Just no spark, no sliver of attraction apart from: he’s not ugly. He’s magazine pretty, really.
But now. Now erectile dysfunction enters the chat too. It’s not Si-hun’s fault, and it’s not a fun condition to have, but..
Okay, this might sound selfish, but he’s got a dick too? If Si-hun wanted, Jimin could have him on his back, but apparently he feels like he is more of a “top”..
Yeah.
He sighs, takes a sip from his coffee, eyes Hoseok walking around in the kitchen.
Would be nice to talk about this with him but for all Hoseok knows, they are fucking like rabbits.
And he’s not entirely ready to share that he’s been fucking a straight guy on the side. Hoseok would probably put him in a rehab centre.
His phone buzzes then.
He checks it, finds Jeongguk’s name on his screen.
I’ll do it.
Do what—
Oh.
Oh.
His heartbeat spikes, and he almost jumps out of his chair.
With the radio silence the past week he thought Jeongguk would just resort back to ignoring him, but this..
This is fucking perfect.
Just the image of Jeongguk sinking down on his knees for him sets his entire body on fire.
God, fucking finally.
He can barely contain his glee, bites on his lower lip to stop it from curling into a smile, quickly sends a text back.
when?
your place. after training tomorrow.
Oh after training.. he gets to have Jeongguk all sweaty and hot..
His dick twitches to life instantly, which is a problem. He hasn’t gotten laid for a little longer than a month now, every slight thing makes his cock stand up straight against his stomach.
He should probably get off before Jeongguk puts his mouth on him or he might finish as soon as it starts, and he has a feeling it’s going to be a one time thing.
——————-
Fuck, he should have never said he’d do it.
He hasn’t even looked in jimin’s general direction the entire training but he’s felt the burn of those eyes on him every single second of it. Flashes of a smirk in his peripheral, glimpses of slanted eyes across the field.
He’s playing shit too, all the other guys can tell, even the coach is on him. None of them know he’s going to have Jimin’s dick in his mouth in less than a few hours.
Except Jimin.
Jimin knows and he’s terrorising him with it in silence.
During a short drink break, he makes the mistake of looking at Jimin. He sits there on the bench, legs spread, jersey ridden up a little, revealing just a sliver of his toned abs, his blonde hair is a little sweaty at the ends, roots dark, his face sun-kissed, cheeks red and glistening with transpiration. The way he tips his head back as he downs his water, Adam’s apple bobbing, neck a little flushed..
When he lifts his gaze, Jimin is looking right at him with a little glint in his eyes, gives him a quirk of his brow too.
Fuck.
He coughs, throat a little dry, turns his back immediately, downs his entire water bottle in one go.
But Jimin gets even worse when the game ends.
The locker room is still bustling, everyone’s talking, a chaos of conversations that go across the room, but Jimin is silently sitting on the bench, bag packed, ready to go, staring at him.
He swallows, pays no mind to the blood rushing to his cheeks as he packs his own bag, sort of hoped he could stall by showering but apparently there’s no time for that.
Ah, Jimin, really..
He wipes the sweat of his forehead, sits down on the bench and quickly changes his shoes. It’s entirely Jimin’s fault that he fucks up the knot and has to tie the laces again, his fingers keep twitching a little, he can’t do anything under that stare.
He can do even less when two long legs appear in his line of sight. A presence towers over him, a little too close.
A buzz of electricity runs down his back, and he slowly lifts his gaze.
Jimin stands right between his legs, a menacing presence, eyes of a predator.
“Hurry up.”
Fucking hell.
Everyone else is still here, does Jimin not know what the fuck this looks like?They’re never this close; he’s at the same eye level as Jimin’s crotch.
He stands up quickly, shoe laces still undone, accidentally kicks his bag off the bench too. Way to look unbothered.
The corner of Jimin’s mouth curls up, that infamous smirk on his face.
It’s ho—
No it isn’t.
“Let’s go.”
He nods at the door, pushes Jimin back by his chest. For some reason his smirk grows even more, and he just nods, walks out the door.
Fuck, how will he survive this Jimin?
When he grabs his bag, Yeo-Jeong is staring at him. That guy has been staring for months now, way too curious for his liking. There’s no expression on his face either, it’s unsettling, Jeongguk can’t tell what the fuck he’s thinking.
He just glares back until Yeo-Jeong averts his gaze, then walks out the door.
——————
“The fuck was that Park? Everyone was still in the locker rooms.”
“Mm.” He nods, opens the door to his place. Luckily Taehyung and Hoseok are out. He might have lied to them and told them he had a date with Si-hun. “No one cared.”
“Yeo-Jeong was staring.”
“Yeo-Jeong always stares.”
He takes Jeongguk’s wrist in his hand, all but drags him up the stairs. Might be a little too eager, but he’s been waiting for it since forever.
“But he stares like he knows.”
Finally, in his room. He closes the door behind them, locks it for good measure, then turns to Jeongguk, who has an annoyed thing going on on his face. The crease between his brows and a slight pout on his lips, fuck, if that isn’t the cutest he’s ever looked.
“Like he knows what?” He takes a step closer, tilts his head. “That you like spreading your legs for me?”
Now that, makes Jeongguk’s jaw snap shut. A hot look on him, Jimin must admit. If he had to choose between that flushed, flustered look, or the sharp glare he’s getting now, impossible choice.
“The only reason I let you do that is cause I want your mouth.”
Jeongguk’s eyes flicker down to them as he says it. Sends a little tingle down Jimin’s spine.
“Uhu..” He nods along with the useless lie, pushes Jeongguk backwards by his chest. “You weren’t on my doorstep a week ago begging for my cock.”
“That’s— I was just trying to get inside. I was riling you up.”
It’s funny, how Jeongguk is so offended he doesn’t notice the back of his knees hit the bed until he’s sitting down. Then his eyes go wide, frantically look around for escape.
Perfect.
His dick twitches.
“This position okay for you?”
He asks, runs his hand down to his crotch, cups himself right in front of Jeongguk’s face.
“Right.. right away?” Jeongguk’s big eyes dart up to him. “We haven’t even k—“
..
Oh?
The red flush on Jeongguk’s cheeks turns darker by the second.
Jimin blinks just a few times, then a smirk curls on his lips.
“Haven’t even what?”
“Nothing.”
“Haven’t kissed?” He pushes, but Jeongguk won’t even look at him, so he tilts his head up by his chin. “Hm?”
Jeongguk bats his hand away, huffs out a breath, and then just goes right for his button and zipper. He’s a little clumsy with it, his hands are twitchy, the whole I don’t care attitude just doesn’t come across.
But Jimin lets him, doesn’t mind how roughly Jeongguk pulls down the waistband of his pants, minds it even less when those big brown eyes take in his length, already hard against the fabric of his boxers.
———————
Fuck.
This is insane.
Jimin is.. hard. In front of his face. Nothing but the fabric of black boxers covering his length.
His heartbeat thumps against his ears. He’s gonna have to.. put that in his mouth. It’s bigger than he remembers too, the fabric is clinging around the outline a little too tightly, leaves nothing to the imagination.
“Didn’t think you’d rather suck me off than admit you want a kiss.”
Jimin’s voice carries that slyness, that tone that gets into his head.
He huffs, looks up.
“I’m only sucking you off for the deal.”
“Mmh.” Jimin’s eyes are fixed on his mouth, he doesn’t even look up once, that freak. “Still, if you want a little kiss you can just ask.”
“I don’t want a kiss. I want it over with.”
It rings as a lie even to his own ears, maybe that’s why Jimin only gives an unamused hum, brings his hand to his jaw, cups it gently, and rubs his thumb over his lower lip.
Fuck, what’s wrong with Jimin today? Normally he is the one to drag it out, to make him feel good before they get to the main part, but he already has that lewd blush on his nose and cheeks, that lust glaze over his eyes.
And it’s not like— it’s not like he expected any of that to happen. Hell, he’s not here for any of that. The kissing and stuff. He’s only here to uphold his end of the deal, and then he can get back to fucking Jimin’s mouth. That’s the only reason he agreed.
He absolutely does not want a kiss.
This setup is perfect. He can just suck Jimin off this once and never think about it again. If he’s lucky, Jimin comes super fast and the whole thing will only take like 3 minutes.
“Have you looked up how to suck dick?”
Jimin asks then, voice raspy, eyes still on his lips.
Fuck.
Heat rushes up to his face, the memory of those two guys on his screen pops up. No way is he gonna tell Jimin he watched that.
“Maybe.” He breathes out, that thumb still caressing over his lower lip. “Doesn’t matter, let’s just get it over with.”
Jimin, evidently, does not want to get it over with. He pushes his thumb against the seam of his lips, looks up into his eyes for consent.
A thrill runs down his spine. But he’s absolutely not going to suck on Jimin’s finger. He shakes his head, shakes Jimin’s hand off his face too.
“Just take these off.” He pulls on the leg of Jimin’s boxers. “Don’t drag it out.”
Jimin stares at him for a few seconds longer, but then complies.
Which is—
Fuck.
He didn’t think Jimin would listen.
And now he’s—
Now there’s— fuck. He can’t even look away.The way Jimin hooks his fingers into the waistband, drags it down lower at an excruciating pace. His dick gets caught in it, so hard that the fabric is pulling it down too, until the underwear slips off entirely, and his dick slaps back up, bounces a little until it stills.
Fucking hell.
It’s—
Ah, fuck, it’s big.
His body goes rigid, his thighs clench on the bed, but he can’t look away for a second.
The last time he really looked at it up close like this was under the communal showers. And god, it’s so fucked up but it’s— it’s pretty.
Objectively.
Compared to other dicks he’s seen in porn. He already established this a few times, that Jimin’s cock is pretty. But up close like this, it’s even prettier. The vein that runs over the underside of it, the girth, probably thicker than his own, the way it flushes a soft colour near the head, the same colour as his lips. It curves up a little bit, the tip glistens in the light, slightly wet.
It’s terrible, but his mouth waters. He wills himself to hate it, tries to find that part in his brain that registers this as gross but it’s nowhere to be found, just a suppressed background noise. It’s even worse that he can tell Jimin has shaved and trimmed, that he put effort into it— to make his cock look pretty.
Ah fuck.
Nothing inside of him is urging him to run, nothing is telling him to stop. There’s only the anticipation, his heart hammering against his chest, and his throat running dry.
He swallows, travels his eyes up over Jimin’s jersey, number 13, slowly up to his face.
His blonde hair is messy from training, his eyes are a shade darker, eyelids sunken, pretty lips parted, cheeks and nose flushed.
It’s insane how Jimin can look like the embodiment of sin without even trying. Jeongguk has been with hot girls, he’s been in awe of their looks, but never like this. Jimin is something else entirely, another universe must have put him here to test him.
And whatever test it is, he’s losing. He’s losing it so bad.
Jimin brings a hand to his hair, fingers spread through his locks, fist them tightly, and he just lets it happen. No weak excuse, no objections, he’s at a loss for words.
It would probably be manlier if he objected, would hurt his pride less if he turned his head the other way, but when Jimin curls his hand around his cock and brings it closer, he just holds his breath.
Excitement rushes through his veins, prickles under the surface of his skin, and his eyes drag down to Jimin’s cock. The tip hovers close to his mouth, flushed and wet.
“Kiss it.”
Jimin’s voice cuts through the silence.
He clenches his jaw, looks up just once to find Jimin’s intense gaze.
“I’m not gonna—“
“If I can only have this once, I’ll make good use of your mouth, so.. ” Jimin pulls him closer by his hair. “Kiss it.”
Fuck.
He breathes out shakily, looks at that intimidating dick just an inch away from his mouth. He’s had the tip against his lips once before. He can do this.
It’s probably the most embarrassing thing he’s ever done in his life; but he pushes that thought aside and just closes his eyes, presses his lips against the head of Jimin’s cock.
It’s warm, and soft, but he pulls back quickly, tries to not register any of it. a little sticky string of it is still attached to his lips though, makes him shiver.
Jimin gasps, tightens his grip on his hair, and his dick twitches.
“Again.”
He glares up at Jimin, but to no avail, Jimin just taps the head of his cock against his lips impatiently.
He shudders, ashamed to the core as he presses another kiss on the head. And yet, between all that shame, something else lurks, a certain magnetic pull that he can’t turn off.
“That’s it.. open your mouth a little.”
Jimin breathes out.
And god, that tone. He bites his lip just in case, in case a sound tries to escape his mouth. Then he opens his lips, kisses the head once more, quickly.
“Slower.”
Fuck.
“You’re— you’re such a freak, can you just fuck my mouth already?”
He looks up with his best glare, but Jimin doesn’t budge one bit. His eyes just run down his body slowly, burn a path along his skin when he runs them back up, then the corner of his mouth curls up.
“Does kissing my cock make you hard?”
Oh—
Oh shit.
He whips his head down at his lap, the evidence clear as day. The outline of his cock is showing through his pants, strained against the fabric.
Jimin’s fingers slide under his chin then, tilt his head back up.
“Still lying to yourself after all this time?”
The question makes his ears ring, along with that soft gaze Jimin gives him. But he can’t retort, can’t argue when that cockhead presses against his lips once more.
Fuck.
His own body is betraying him; his lips part automatically, heat settles low in his stomach. There’s just no fucking way this is turning him on. It’s unnatural, nothing about this should be hot.
And yet, when Jimin holds his gaze, and drags his cock slowly over his lower lip, a moan slips from his mouth.
It’s entirely involuntary, soft and breathy, but a moan nonetheless. Shame rushes to his face the second after, and Jimin scans over his features as if he can see it. The smirk that stretches on his lips is so dirty. So mean.
“That’s it, baby.”
“Shut up.” He pants. “I don’t like it.”
“Uhu..”
Jimin holds the base of his cock, gently slaps the head against his lips, repeatedly, doesn’t stop.
Jeongguk gasps, his entire body stiffens as Jimin just— keeps going, shamelessly slapping it against his mouth until it makes that rhythmic, wet, thudding sound.
Another moan slips past his lips, louder than the first one, just as involuntary.
“Don’t like it?” Jimin teases. “Then why are you moaning?”
“Shut up.”
He clenches his hand into a fist, tries to wake the fuck up, but as soon as that warm cockhead traces his lips, from his top lip, to his bottom lip, he can only succumb to that pull deep inside.
the only horrifying conclusion left is that he wants it.
He fucking wants this.
“Stick your tongue out for me.”
Oh god.
The rasp in Jimin’s voice has his eyelids sinking, and without any objection he listens, sticks out his tongue.
“Ah, fuck..” Jimin sucks in a sharp breath, fists his hand back in his hair. “Gonna slap it on your tongue, yeah?”
If it’s supposed to be a heads-up, it sounds too much like a taunt. Maybe that’s why his glare is met by a smirk, followed by the head of Jimin’s cock repeatedly slapping against his tongue.
As much as it is humiliating, to make eye contact while Jimin is doing this to him, he does get to see Jimin’s eyes lose focus, the buildup of sweat on his nose and cheeks, the way he bites his plush lower lip, starts panting softly.
He can’t focus for long either, Jimin’s dick is heavy where it slaps against the tip of his tongue, and the wet sound is so obscene that his ears burn up.
This time, he feels his dick twitch in his pants, which is arguably worse than not noticing at all. Arousal spirals through his body, swirls around restlessly, but he can’t do a single thing. He won’t get off to dicksucking. He refuses.
“Fuck— finally.” Jimin pants, caresses through his hair before he grips it again. “Dip your tongue in the slit.”
His breath hitches, but Jimin rubs the head against his tongue until he complies, so he just— he licks right over the slit, tastes something— something a little salty, a little wrong. then, even worse, a warm substance dribbles right on his tongue— and he moans.
“Oh— fuck, thought you didn’t like precum.”
“I don’t.”
He brings out, but the taste of it is so— hot. His entire body lights on fire, and instead of spitting, he swallows.
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Oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding him.
Jeon Jeongguk, grade A homophobe, fucking loves dick.
Jimin can barely breathe, so on edge that he almost trembles.
It’s the sight that really gets to him; Jeongguk sitting on his bed with his thighs pressing together, the print of his hard cock so obvious against his pants, his jersey clinging around his big frame, and then, the best part, his pretty face; it’s completely flushed. His eyelids are hanging low, eyes glazed over. Even after swallowing the bit of precum that leaked, Jeongguk sticks his tongue out without having to be told.
He’s holding on by a fucking thread.
“You’ve got to be kidding me Jeon.” He breathes out, tugs on his jet black hair. “I didn’t even tell you to swallow.”
“You— you would have.” Jeongguk blinks up at him, but his eyelids sink again, almost immediately. “I’m just— I’m trying to get you to come so it’s over.”
Oh that’s a fucking classic.
He almost chuckles, but he’s too horny.
Especially when Jeongguk focuses his gaze on his cock, and sticks his tongue out again.
Waiting for it.
“Fuck.”
He curses under his breath, gives Jeongguk what he wants. He slaps his cock lightly on his tongue, until a crease appears between Jeongguk’s brows.
Is he annoyed?
He almost stops, but a moan slips from Jeongguk’s lips then— deep and raspy. And the very next second, Jeongguk drags his tongue over the slit again, without any instructions.
The sound he makes is a little pathetic, but fuck, there’s something about having Jeongguk so pliant— so willing.
It’s almost as if he’s trying to do it sneakily, each other time Jimin slaps it on his tongue, Jeongguk licks up a little more, tries to dip it in the slit.
Sweat breaks out on his skin, his entire face prickles with it.
“If you want to taste it again, try wrapping your lips around the head.”
That, makes Jeongguk’s breath hitch. His flushed face turns an even deeper shade of red.
It’s gonna be either a shut up, or just blatant ignoring. Jimin waits for either one, but neither comes.
Jeongguk blinks rapidly, his chest rises and falls fast, he leans in, then leans back, then leans in again— this is the first time Jimin has seen him struggle so obviously between his body and mind.
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Ah fuck.
Fuck.
His insides are tingling, his lips part eagerly— but he can’t. He can’t give into it. However, the taste of precum still lingers on his tongue, and it turns him on so bad. The fact that Jimin is leaking for him, it’s so hot that his mind just goes haywire.
Every fibre of his body burns— he wants it so fucking bad he’s vibrating out of his skin, but if he does this, there’s just no way he can face himself.
Jimin doesn’t ask again, he doesn’t pull him closer, he just leaves it up to him, caresses through his hair.
Fuck.
He leans back, about to shake his head but as soon as he blinks, he finds himself staring at that flushed cock, a pearly bead of precum accumulating right near the slit— and he just can’t fucking help himself.
A moan slips from his lips before he even opens his mouth, and wraps his lips snugly around the head. It’s so warm and soft, tastes so good it should be illegal. He’s never really liked eating pussy, never really minded it either, but he ascends with just the tip of Jimin’s dick in his mouth.
“Nngh—“
‘Fuck— that’s it baby, such a pretty mouth.”
Oh fuck.
Normally he hates the nickname but right now it makes all the hairs on his neck stand up straight, another pathetic moan rumbles through his chest.
A second hand fists in his hair then, the grip nice and tight, as if Jimin is also getting all worked up.
He should wait for Jimin’s instructions, that way it feels less like he’s doing this willingly, but Jimin just pants and waits and— fuck it. He sucks on the head, all heat rushing to his cheeks.
He’s— he’s sucking dick.
Fucking hell.
His own dick twitches against the fabric of his pants, so hard it’s getting painful not to touch— but that’s a line he won’t cross. He will not touch himself to this.
A deep moan vibrates against his ears, Jimin sounds so turned on it’s insane.
“Fuck— mouth almost as good as your rim.”
Jesus fucking christ.
He pops his lips off, brings out a half-decent “shut up”
“Don’t stop.” Jimin pushes the head of his cock past his lips easily, leaves him no time to breathe. “Suck.”
He can barely suck, the way Jimin thrusts into his mouth shallowly with just the tip makes his head spin.
He wishes it was gross, wishes his body would reject it in some sort of biological reflex, anything that would align with his mind— but there’s just nothing inside of him that is fighting it. He’s hard, his body is burning, and his mouth pools with saliva each time the head rubs down on his tongue.
He sucks around it gently, keeps his lips over his teeth, hollows his cheeks a little each time Jimin pulls out— that wet pop so lewd to his ears.
“Fuck, Jeon.. mmh— did your research, huh?”
“Mm—“
His ears burn, hates that Jimin can tell.
“Wrap your hand around me.”
He takes his mouth off to breathe, wraps his hand around the base. God, he’s so thick— that’s why he always fills him up so g—
Fuck.
He squirms on the mattress, suddenly that spot inside tingles, leaves him feeling empty.
Oh no—
This is going wrong entirely.
“Take me deeper.”
Jimin’s silky voice seeps into his psyche; his eyes flutter shut, heat flares down his neck, and he just slides his mouth down Jimin’s length entirely.
“Oh fuck— oh fuck.” Jimin pants, grips his hair tightly. “That’s it pretty boy.”
“Nngh—“
He sounds fucking pathetic.
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This is everything he’s ever wanted.
It’s sad that this is a one time thing, that he might never get to have this again. Jeongguk looks positively obscene with his dick all the way into his mouth, his dainty lips stretched around his length, that heat around him so good he’s already burning up.
“If you weren’t so stubborn I’d have your mouth every time.”
He breathes out, thrusts in that last little bit, until Jeongguk’s nose hits his pubic hair. No fucking gag reflex.
Jeongguk just moans around his cock, that crease between his brows again, and he starts bobbing his head slowly, without any instructions.
“I’d have you on the bench in the locker room,” He rasps, gets lost in the motion of Jeongguk trying to find a pace. “On your knees in the showers..”
“Mmh.” Jeongguk frowns deeper, hand flies to his crotch, rubs over his neglected cock through the fabric of his pants.
Jimin manages a smirk.
“Yeah, touch yourself, you know you want to.”
The sound that leaves Jeongguk’s mouth is a little higher, a little embarrassed maybe. He squeezes his eyes shut a little tighter, but he keeps rubbing over himself, palm dragging up and down his length.
“Don’t think any guy I’ve been with has gotten this hard from just sucking dick.”
Jeongguk groans, it sounds a little bit like a shut up. But he’s got no foot to stand on, he’s sucking his cock all on his own accord, bobbing his head around him, while he bucks his hips up against his hand.
“Doesn’t have to be a one time thing, Jeon.” He pants, that heat enveloping his dick so good. “I can fuck your mouth whenever you want.”
For a first timer, Jeongguk is so fucking good. He’s been with gay guys who can’t suck dick half as good as Jeongguk— doesn’t think Si-hun would even get down on his knees for him in the first place.
Some strands of Jeongguk’s black hair stick to his forehead at the ends, eyes closed, eyelashes fluttering a little each time he slides down his length. But the prettiest thing might be that pissed little frown on his forehead— as if he hates that he fucking loves it.
“Such a fucking natural..” He pants, caresses over Jeongguk’s scalp. “Bet any guy would want to fuck your mouth if they knew how well you take it.”
“Nngh—“
jeongguk’s frown deepens, but he bucks his hips up against his hand like he can’t help it, jaw goes slack for him then.
“Oh fuck—“ He moans, delicious pleasure accumulates in his gut as he thrusts into Jeongguk’s mouth once. “So good for me.”
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“Mmh—“
He can’t think straight.
Jimin’s dick is so big, his jaw aches a little from taking him all the way. But it’s so fucking good, he feels a little dumb on it— nothing but static in his brain as he swallows around it, takes it as deep as he possibly can.
“I can— fuck— I can give it to you anytime, if you want it so bad.”
Jimin sounds like he’s getting close— all breathy and desperate— sounds so fucking good.
His mouth waters even more, the sound that fills the bedroom is so wet and slick and obscene.
“Haa— fuck— you look so fucking hot.”
The compliment takes him by surprise, sounds so raw from Jimin’s lips, so real. It’s embarrassing, that being called hot gets him going, that he rubs against his dick a little harder with his palm just for that sweet friction.
He’s so close— promised himself not to touch but he’s leaking into his underwear, hips bucking up without his consent.
“You’re sucking me so well, so good with your mouth.”
“Mmmh—“ He burns up, hollows his cheeks a little more, slides down Jimin’s cock until he can’t take any more in his mouth, then swallows around him.
“A-ahh fuck— Jeongguk—“
His name rolls off Jimin’s lips so raspy, so pretty it leaves a permanent ringing in his ears.
Jimin’s hips move then, not too hard— but he thrusts into his mouth, uncontrolled, rhythmless. Saliva dribbles down the corner of his mouth to his chin, it’s all wet and dirty but his mouth keeps watering anyway, as if he’s eating something delicious.
And he doesn’t know why, but he blinks up at Jimin once— just to check— to see what he’s doing to him.
It’s a mistake.
Jimin’s got that deep, lewd blush on his nose and cheeks, his lips parted, his eyes glinting with something desperate. That I-need-to-come-so-bad mixed with I-want-to-ruin-you.
Oh fuck— he’s so fucking close, he rubs against his dick even harder, moans around Jimin’s length.
“Will you— ahh— will you let me fuck you after this?”
Fuck—
An electric shock courses through his body. The question borders a plea and he can’t— he can’t fucking function. He closes his eyes tightly, but that spot tingles inside of him, his rim clenches around nothing.
“Wanna fuck you so bad.“ Jimin pants, thrusts into his mouth hard, deep, grips his hair tightly. “Wanna fuck you all the time.”
“Nnghh—“
He tries to stop it, pushes against his dick but his body already goes taut— all his muscles pull tight like wire, and his orgasm rips through his body without his permission. All that pleasure in his gut bursts, and his body spasms.
“Oh fuck— oh fuck I’m gonna—“
Jimin rocks into his mouth, his dick rubs down on his tongue, the head hits the back of his throat, makes his eyes roll back.
A loud, unfiltered moan falls from Jimin’s pretty mouth when he comes.
If he wasn’t on his orgasm high he would have never allowed Jimin to come in his mouth— but now, that warm, sticky mess dribbles down his throat and it just elicits a pitchy moan out of him.
He swallows it before he can taste it.
Jimin keeps slowly thrusting into his mouth, breathy moans falling from his lips until his cock softens.
Jeongguk lets it slip out, but he keeps his eyes closed, catches his breath.
His pants are warm and damp under his hand, and reality only hits when he looks down; a large wet spot right in the middle.
Jimin.. made him come in his pants.
Fuck.
He blinks a few times, then slowly lifts his head up.
He kind of thought Jimin would laugh or something along those lines. Give him a mean smirk, a “liked it that much, huh?” but there’s none of that.
Jimin’s gaze is gentle, and he caresses through his hair once, before he looks around goes to grab something out of his bag.
Not even a second later he comes back, water bottle in his hand, hands it to him wordlessly.
And— yeah, for how much his mouth was watering earlier, he’s got a dry throat now. This is exactly what he needs.
He takes a few large sips under Jimin’s gaze. Meanwhile Jimin lies the back of his hand against his forehead, checks his temperature. The way he’s taking care of him is— kind of.. sweet.
Or whatever.
He hands Jimin the bottle back, follows how Jimin brings it to his own lips, drinks from the same opening, no shame at all.
Well— why would he care about anything like that? They’ve kissed before.
They’ve kissed a lot.
“Shower?” Jimin asks then. “I’ve got some sweats you can wear.”
Oh..
He swallows, looks down at his ruined pants once more. Yeah, he can’t bolt like this.
And a shower would be nice..
Not cause he wants to stay, just cause he didn’t get to in the locker rooms earlier.
“Yeah.”
It’s all a little blurry, he’s still dazed when he gets in the shower. The hot water streams down his body, relaxes his muscles. Jimin shares the stream, washes his body with a soap that smells a little like honey— over his toned abs, down his adonis belt, to his soft cock.
“You want?”
He snaps out of it, looks up.
Jimin holds out the bottle for him.
“Uh.. yeah.”
He takes it. It says honey and vanilla. He’d never pick something like this, but as soon as he washes himself with it, he admits the scent is pretty good.
It’s weird.
Jimin keeps being so— kind. Gives him the shower stream most of the time, all soft smiles. Hands him a towel when they get out, picks out some sweats he can wear, offers him another sip of water.
And then wordlessly, Jimin just takes his wrist and pulls him to his bed.
He’s only ever stayed in Jimin’s bed right after he came— when he was too sleepy to get up. Now, there’s just no reason to be in Jimin’s bed. They’ve both already finished.
So, he should object, say he’s late, that he’s got to leave.
But as soon as he’s lying on his side, Jimin pulls the covers up over the both of them, and snakes his arm around his waist.
It’s warm.
And comfortable.
Jimin’s face inches closer, nose to nose on the pillow.
He tries not to— really, but his eyes just travel down to those pretty, pillowy lips on their own.
This is bad.
He should leave.
But his hand curls around the back of Jimin’s neck without his permission, and his lips seek that warmth the very next second.
So embarrassing— Jimin didn’t even ask, didn’t imply, didn’t instigate.
It’s unfair, that Jimin’s plush lips feel like heaven, that he can feel him smile against his own lips— and that nothing has ever tasted as good as the inside of Jimin’s mouth.
It’s sweet, and hot, when he slips his tongue inside.
Jimin moans softly, moves his hand up to the back of his head, caresses through the hairs there.
Fuck.. why is making out so nice?
Why does Jimin’s soft touch feel so relaxing? Why is his body all hot where their legs tangle together under the covers?
It doesn’t make any sense.
Makes even less sense how Jimin caresses down his back with two fingers, draws patterns on his lower back.
“Mmh..” He nods a few times, god knows why.
Jimin licks into his mouth, his tongue so nice and soft against his own.
He’s burning up, his hand impatiently plays with the hairs at the nape of Jimin’s neck— but he wants to.. touch.
Just like how Jimin caresses up and down his back, his hand is itching to do the same, to return that comfort.
Except, as soon as he slides his hand down between Jimin’s shoulder blades, Jimin breaks the kiss.
“You can’t stay tonight.”
He blinks a few times, looks up into those slanted eyes, his gaze still so tender.
Instead of an aloof: I wasn’t gonna, he just pathetically breathes out a “why not?”
He cringes at himself.
Jimin hides a smile, or tries to, Jeongguk still catches it.
“Si-hun’s picking me up tomorrow, so.”
“Oh..”
Right, si-hun.
he pushes his tongue into his cheek.
“You’re still with that guy?”
A glint appears in Jimin’s eyes.
“Yeah. I am. Got a problem with that?”
..
“No.” He huffs out. Then he sits up, swings his legs over the edge of the bed. “Do whatever you want. I was gonna leave anyway.”
“Mmh.”
Jimin shifts behind him, a hand tangles in his hair, pulls his head to the side. Soft, warm lips press against his neck, sends a tingle through his body.
“I would love to have you again..”Jimin breathes against his neck, aligns his lips with his ear. “..but once I get a taste I want to go all night.”
a hot tongue licks a stripe right behind his ear— and his brain short-circuits.
“A—ah— I have to go.”
He stands up quickly, shakes his head.
Jimin chuckles softly behind him. He pretends his cheeks don’t burn as he gathers his clothes.
“Leave your jersey, take the one on my desk.”
He looks at his jersey in his hands, then over at Jimin’s desk. A neatly folded one lies right there, one of his. He frowns, takes it, then looks over his shoulder.
“Why would I leave the other one?”
Jimin just stares back at him, leans on his underarms on his mattress with a mysterious little smile.
It’s something perverted.
Fuck.
He almost just stuffs both of his jerseys in his bag, but..
If Si-hun comes over.. and happened to catch his jersey here..
A sick type of satisfaction runs through his veins, and he just complies, leaves his dirty shirt on Jimin’s desk and clears his throat.
“I’m leaving, then.”
“Mmh.”
Jimin walks him to the front door, leans against the doorframe there.
“See you at training.”
“Yeah.”
He almost leans in for another kiss, but holds back last second. As if Jimin can read his mind, a lazy smirk stretches on his lips.
“We can kiss more next time.”
He bites on his tongue, just walks off without saying another word.
Kissing.
As if.
He’s never liked kissing, it’s just cause Jimin has these ridiculously pretty lips that he enjoys it.
On his way home, he stares out of the bus window. Aftertaste of Jimin’s mouth still on his tongue.
The fact that he has to share that with Si-hun..
He crosses his arms, huffs out a breath. Thanks to that guy, his entire night is ruined.
There's gotta be a way to break them up.
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