It’s one of his favourite sights; Jimin at the kitchen counter in his white blouse and tight tailored pants, mostly because of his ass, but also the way he puts their designated cups next to each other and pours them both tea.
He hasn’t even said hi but Jimin somehow notices him hovering behind him, sleep still in his eyes, only his pyjamas on.
And yes, he broke up only yesterday, so in theory he should not be shuffling closer on his socks. Jimin’s ass just has a magnetic power, he has no choice, gets pulled closer by the sheer force of it. Nice and round and so soft-looking.
Backhugs are innocent.
He’s backhugged Jimin before. Absolutely harmless. Nothing went wrong that time.
So he inches closer, lies his hands on Jimin’s tiny waist and slides his arms around him slowly, presses his chest against his back.
It’s nice to be a little taller, just an inch or so, perfect for leaning his chin down on Jimin’s shoulder. And if his crotch happens to press against Jimin’s ass, well, that’s just bycatch.
Jimin’s scent is so comforting, it’s not as intense as perfume, smells more like a body lotion— maybe he shouldn’t be pressing his nose against his neck like this.
“Thought you needed a few days, mm?”
Jimin’s voice vibrates nicely against his ears, light and silky.
“Mmh.” He nods, more so he can rub his nose against Jimin’s skin than to actually nod. “Just hugging.”
Would it feel like this to spoon? Their bodies fit together so good, every part of them touches, maybe tonight he could sneak into Jimin’s bed.
Jimin doesn’t particularly mind it at all, just prepares their tea like he always does, chuckles softly as he frees himself from the embrace.
“Come, I’m late.”
“You’re always late.”
He mumbles, but doesn’t object more as he follows him to the table.
And, who even starts their days this early? Where does Jimin even work? They’ve been living together for ages and not even once has he asked. Or maybe he did but never really registered it in his brain.
He blinks at Jimin from his usual seat across of him, those pretty siren eyes meet his gaze over the rim of his cup. Twinkling, pretty.
“I can’t believe I’m asking you this now but, where do you even work?”
Jimin laughs softly, takes a sip from his tea even though it’s likely burning hot.
“I believe I told you when I moved in?”
Ah.
He rubs the back of his neck.
“I forgot.”
“Mm, I don’t blame you.” Jimin smiles, puts his cup down. “I’m a quality assurance specialist.”
A what now?
He blinks once, twice.
Jimin chuckles again, eyes so gentle.
“I work in a lab a lot of the time, but also in an office.”
“A lab?”
“Uh-huh. I test the quality of adult wellness products.”
Jimin brings his cup back up slowly.
Adult.. wellness products.
He stares at Jimin a little longer, can’t see his mouth behind his cup but the glint in his eyes alone is a little mischievous.
“You mean.. like..”
“Sex toys.”
Oh.
Oh.
He’s not sure why a rush of heat runs through his body, but it does. Could be the intensity of Jimin’s stare, or just the fact that it all makes a lot more sense now.
“You— you test sex toys?”
“Yeah, in the lab.” Jimin nods. “If it’s waterproof, if the material is of good quality, if the seams are properly done, if the battery endurance is good, if it overheats, if the sound of it is too loud, you know, those type of things.”
Wow.
He’s actually speechless. Images of Jimin in various positions with sex toys— testing out how long a vibrator can last, how wet a masturbator can get. He’s lightheaded, throat dry.
“So you.. do you test them or like.. test them?”
Jimin blinks once, then the corner of his mouth curls up.
“You’re asking me if I use them on the job?”
“Yeah?”
Is that a weird question? He’s got no clue what that job entails.
Jimin laughs softly though, shakes his head.
“No, nothing like you’re imagining, I’m sure. I just test them in water, in heat exposure, check things under the microscope, test the decibel, test the pressure, time the endurance, all things like that.”
“Oh.” He nods, face still a little hot. “Got it.”
“But sometimes I also go to see manufacturers and all that.” Jimin shrugs, leans back in his chair with that pretty smile on his lips. “I get to see the newest inventions, it’s really good fun.”
Oh he bets.
“That’s why I collect the best ones.”
Jimin gives him a wink.
Fuck.
He averts his gaze, clears his throat.
Why is imagining Jimin in a lab coat not doing anything to dim his arousal? Jimin is just doing little experiments in a lab, why is that hot to him?
Under the table, Jimin’s ankle hooks around his own, a familiar touch by now. Even the simple caress of the bridge of Jimin’s foot against the back of his ankle sends little tingles through his body.
“Like that double ended sleeve.”
Jimin’s tone is just a little softer, suggestive.
Jeongguk locks his gaze on the table, holds his breath.
God..
When he dares to look up, Jimin drinks the last bit of his tea, that mysterious small smile on his lips, playful glint in his eyes before he gets up.
“Would love to chat longer but I gotta go.”
“Oh, yeah.”
He stands up as well even though he’s nowhere near finishing his tea, didn’t even have one sip.
At this point it can only be that he’s pathetically down bad, and his body just follows Jimin around like a lost puppy everywhere he goes.
He has no business standing in the hallway as Jimin puts his jacket on, it’s embarrassing really, but he needs one more touch before Jimin walks out the door.
Jimin does a bad job at pretending he can’t see him, the smirk on his lips stretches as he buttons up his jacket.
“Gonna do this every time I leave the house?”
Ah, he’s so see-through.
He pouts a little, but then quickly squares his shoulders, straightens his lips. Pouting is too much, he is not that down bad.
Jimin glances at him then, quirks a brow.
“What— I can’t say bye to my roommate?”
He asks, cause, yeah, they haven’t even talked about.. whatever it is that they are. Roommates who share sex toys, that’s their literal label right now. Roommates who eat each other’s cum, roommates who haven’t even kissed but they should.
What he’d do for a makeout session. That little peck he got in yesterday felt like touching gold. A make-out session would probably make him come. He’s not aware he’s staring at Jimin’s lips until they pucker up and blow him a kiss.
He quickly darts his eyes up.
“See you tonight.” Jimin brushes his fingers under his chin, something in his eyes that Jeongguk can’t place. “You’ll be good, hm?”
..
Huh?
He’s not even sure what that means but he nods anyway, sort of like a dog who wags his tail when you talk to him all cutely.
“Said you needed a few days..” Jimin says, takes his hand away then. “So I expect you to stay out of my room.”
Oh.
Right. Fuck, he did say that.
He bites his tongue, something inside of him twists and turns. The fact that Jimin is telling him not to makes him want to do it even more.
He’s sure Jimin is aware of that, if his pleased smile is anything to go by.
He doesn’t even get a hug, Jimin just walks out of the door to his car.
And this time around, he pouts.
—————
Normally, Jimin always says things like please take good care of my toys while I’m gone, or something equally dirty. Jimin usually leaves soiled sex toys on his bed for him as a little souvenir.
But now, it’s suddenly I expect you to stay out of my room. That is just mean and unfair. Completely the opposite of what he expected. But worse is the fact that he now knows Jimin personally tests all his toys in a lab, in a sexy lab coat. Yes, lab coats are sexy. He probably wears those glasses with them too. He probably looks like a hot nerd.
People at his job can perceive him like that and god that just has him grinding his teeth. What do you mean Jimin’s coworkers get to see him hold a dildo? They probably all flirt with him too. Oh, this is hell.
He needs to claim Jimin.
Even though they haven’t officially talked about what they are.. Jimin sure does like tasting his cum a whole lot. He’s new to being into guys, but he’s pretty sure that counts for something.
There’s no other reason Jimin would be tongue-deep into a fleshlight he just fucked unless he kind of likes him too, right?
Ah.. it’s been too long.
It’s been like two days, but it’s been too long. He’s finally single, they can finally go all out.. use that double ended sleeve Jimin not so subtly brought up again.
He’s only slightly ashamed, when he closes his laptop and shuffles out of his room. Can’t focus on his thesis anyway.
And see, this is what he’s talking about. Jimin’s bedroom door is open, conveniently open. It has to be on purpose, that whole “I expect you to stay out of my room” is a challenge. A test.
He bites on the inside of his cheek, stands in front of the door a little longer, pushes it open with one hand.
Jimin is usually more messy, but his room appears squeaky clean, nothing out of order, no clothes lingering anywhere, nothing on his desk, even his bed is made. It’s a joke, Jimin has never made his bed the past year. It’s as if he’s making it harder for him to use anything, to touch anything without Jimin knowing.
He huffs out a breath, walks in anyway. Can’t hurt to look around, Jimin won’t know he’s been here by his mere footsteps.
He slowly walks up to the dresser, opens the drawer, licks his lips as he eyes over all the neatly arranged toys. All Jimin’s personal favourites.. the best of the best.
He’s just looking.
Nothing wrong with examining Jimin’s collection. The buttplugs that go from small to big, the variety of fleshlights, the prostate massager, different sizes cockrings, the differently shaped vibrators, the dildos..
His mouth waters as he takes in that dildo, it’s realistic, veins and all, the head a dark pink. Eventually, he’s going to suck Jimin’s dick. Right? It wouldn’t be a bad idea to practice..
He takes the dildo, the silicone isn’t too hard, feels pretty realistic as he wraps his hand around the base. It’s just a little experiment. No one is here anyway, if he does anything wrong, who cares.
How hard can it be, sucking dick?
He wraps his lips around the head, the material cold on his tongue. Jimin’s dick would probably be a little warmer, right? And from his memory, it’s a little thicker too. He sucks around the head, eyes fluttering shut. God, just a few weeks ago, he asked Jimin to fuck himself with this same dildo..
“Mmh..”
His cheeks heat up a little, as he sinks his lips down the length, pushes it in as far as he can until he gags, slips it out. And wow, it looks pretty all coated in saliva, glinting in the sunlight that shines in from the window.
Looks.. inviting.
He clears his throat, glances at the buttplugs lined up perfectly by size..
It wouldn’t be that bad to just.. try out how big he could go.
He’s undressed on Jimin’s mattress the very next minute, a myriad of sex toys spread out in front of him, the smallest buttplug already coated in lube.
He’ll clean up before Jimin comes home, it’s all fine, he’s still got a few hours.
It’s way better to do this in Jimin’s room, with the scent of him clinging to the bedsheets. He gets to breathe in the pillow deeply as he pushes that small plug past his rim.
“F-fuck.”
The stretch of it isn’t as intense as the first time, but it’s already better, since he knows how good it can feel.
It’s a shame Jimin didn’t leave him anything behind, a fleshlight covered in his cum feels so much better to sink his cock into— not that it feels bad with just lube, but, he misses the filth. He misses the slick sound it makes when he pushes his cock all the way in, the way Jimin’s cum would seep out the entrance and drip down on his length.
“Ngh—“
a shame that each time he did get to fuck a fleshlight like that, it was always at least half an hour or so later, never had Jimin cum inside of it right before him— never had it when it was still warm. Like when Jimin came all over his face.
His breath hitches, and he buries his face deeper into Jimin’s pillow, inhales harder, but it’s not.. It’s nothing like the scent Jimin left on his pillows.. that intense, strong scent from when he left his room in a complete disarray, when he came on his bed.
“Ahh—“
He lifts his head, scans the room, finds a laundry basket in the corner.
His rational thoughts catch up a little too late, he’s already got a pair of boxers clutched in his hands as he makes it back to the mattress.
It’s only fair. Jimin also went through his underwear drawer that one time.
Though those were clean..
Fuck it, no one is here anyway. No one can judge when he brings the boxers up to his nose and breathes them in. That musky scent fills his lungs, makes his eyes roll back, groan falling from his lips.
It’s a little chaotic— clinging around a buttplug, thrusting into a fleshlight, breathing in Jimin’s boxers all at the same time. He’s just missed this, being able to let himself go, to turn his brain off and only seek pleasure. Using Jimin’s toys behind his back, right on his mattress, it’s still so thrilling.
He lubes up a size bigger buttplug until it’s dripping in it, bites his lower lip as he replaces the first one. Something about not pushing it in entirely, letting it linger halfway in, the biggest part stretching him up, makes the head of his cock tingle.
Fuck, he never thought he’d be into ass play but he’s really been missing out. Especially while getting off at the same time. As he sits up, the plug pushes in all the way, and he moves the fleshlight a little faster around himself, gasps when all that fills the room is that slick— dirty sound.
His toes curl with his first orgasm, one deep breath of Jimin’s dirty underwear has him bucking his hips up a little more frantically. The sight of his cum slowly dribbling out of the opening of the fleshlight is almost enough to make him come again.
He groans, brings it to his mouth right away. It’s only Jimin on his mind as he licks up his own cum. The memory of him in his room a few nights ago, making out sloppily with it, sucking around the entrance, lapping up every last drop.
God, Jimin is insane.
He pants against the fleshlight, the taste of his own cum on his tongue not nearly the same. Jimin’s tastes better, so much hotter..
But just for practice, he grabs the dildo again, and dips the head of it inside the fleshlight until it’s got a bit of his cum right on the head.
Then he digs his nose into the fabric of Jimin’s underwear, breathes in deeply until it seeps into his very psyche, until it’s almost like Jimin is there. He closes his eyes, darts out his tongue, licks the dildo from the base to the head, and sucks it into his mouth.
“Nngh—“
It is a little more realistic, but the taste of silicone underneath sort of ruins the fantasy. He needs the real thing. Wants to know what it tastes like, how Jimin sounds when he wraps his lips around him..
Or would Jimin be more into ass play? Since he’s got so many toys for it, he probably likes it a lot.
He looks around the bed, at all the toys he collected there, finds that fleshlight with a rim and takes it in his hand instead.
Fuck, just the visual of Jimin spreading his cheeks for him.. those jiggly, soft ass cheeks.
He groans, eyelids sinking as he brings the fleshlight to his mouth and licks right over the rim.
It’s so insane how both Jimin and him fucked it so many times and yet it’s still in such a good condition. Still so fucking tight when he pushes his tongue inside of it. That’s probably why Jimin has it, he examined it in the lab, with his little lab coat and those glasses— knows exactly how good the material is, how well it sucks around you, just how wet it can get.
And Jimin always gets it so fucking wet. That very first time he left the fleshlight on his bed for him, all drenched in cum, spit and lube. God, he needs it again— wants to feel it when he pushes his cock inside, how Jimin completely abused it, fucked it raw, left him with that ruined, pretty toy.
His hole clenches around the plug, elicits a gasp from his mouth.
He brings his hand down, holds the end of the plug and pushes it in a little deeper, but it’s not enough— he can take more.
Yeah, for a second time, he’s a whole lot more greedy. Already on the third buttplug, which is starting to become a serious size, after this it’s one more size up, and then he could probably take that dildo..
He bites down on Jimin’s underwear, clenches his eyes tightly shut as he pushes that plug past his rim. The silicone is nice and soft, so smooth as it breaches the ring of muscle, doesn’t hurt at all. Jimin really is good at picking these toys.
He pants a few times, rubs his nose against the fabric of Jimin’s underwear, nuzzles it for comfort. As he pushes the plug in as deep as it can go, his dick twitches again.
“Mmh..”
He brings his hand down to it, plays with it even though he’s still soft, rubs the foreskin over the head, hypnotised by the wet sound it makes, cum still drooling from the slit.
Would Jimin suck him until he gets hard again?
He moans softly, imagines those pretty, plush lips right near his cock, that hot, pink tongue licking up the string of cum— god fuck.
It’s not long before he’s hard again, but this time he remembers even less. Cares even less about keeping clean too, he’ll claim Jimin’s room, make it all dirty.
Jimin’s pillow feels nice and soft between his legs, and each time he humps against it, he feels the buttplug push in a little deeper, has him whimpering against the mattress.
It’s so fucking pretty, white streaks of cum paint Jimin’s pillow a few minutes later and he hopes Jimin notices. Needs to come on all of his stuff just to make a statement, almost like a claim.
So he uses that automatic masturbator around his soft cock, gets off with it until he’s hard again.
He’s a little delirious as he stumbles back to the drawer, lust-drunk as he looks for something else to defile— something else to use. He jerks off above the drawer, so fucking close that it doesn’t matter. He just comes on all of it, accidentally, all those pretty toys Jimin keeps so clean and tidy, tainted by his cum.
But that’s not enough.
Last time— fuck.. he came on Jimin’s door, so fucking horny he couldn’t help himself. But he needs something else, something worse. If Siyeon hadn’t been there yesterday, he might have been able to come on Jimin, but since he’s not here something else will have to do.
Something he uses everyday— something like..
He clutches his hand around the edge of the dresser, breathes out shakily.
The tea cup..
God, that might be too much.
But Jimin uses it every single day.. puts his mouth on the rim, drinks it all up.
Oh fuck..
This is a bad idea.
Defiling Jimin’s bed, Jimin’s sex-toys, his underwear, that’s all.. normal. Ish. Jimin has done that to him too, that’s a line they’ve already crossed.
But this is.. beyond that.
He’s not even sure if it’s the same kink, or something else completely, but his cock slowly rises to his stomach just thinking about it.
Maybe it’s just the fact that Jimin puts his mouth on it.. something to do with his lips and the sight of him swallowing— in that sense, it’s not that weird.
And, fuck it, no one’s here to judge.
He swallows as he sneaks out of Jimin’s room, still naked, buttplug still up his ass as he moves closer to the table, where Jimin’s cup is still standing.
Fuck.
This is his worst idea yet. This is too far— it’s too..
An image of Jimin’s plush lips pressed against the rim of the glass creeps through the bars of its enclosure, and he just groans softly, takes the cup back with him to Jimin’s room.
“Fuck..”
His heart hammers against his chest, and he puts the cup down on Jimin’s desk, bites on his lower lip.
He wishes there was any sort of sign telling him to stop, but his dick twitches almost like a mockery.
It’s fine.
No one is here.
He swallows, holds the base of his cock, and approaches the rim of the porcelain cup, the part where Jimin always sips from. It’s a little cold against the head, sends a shiver down his spine.
God— fuck.
He tilts his head back, lets his eyelids sink as he moves back and forth very slowly, just to feel the porcelain rub against the underside of the head of his cock.
“A-ahh..”
It feels so fragile, so soft— and his dick is sensitive already from his previous orgasms.
Fuck.. if he doesn’t clean it, would Jimin be able to taste him on his tongue?
“Aahh.. fuck.” He lolls his head forward, peeks through his lashes. He taps the head against the cup a few times, smears the remnants of cum right against that part Jimin puts his mouth on. “Mmh..”
He strokes himself a few times, right above the cup, licks the corner of his mouth.
Coming all over it.. would be a bit much..
Like this, it doesn’t appear like anything is different, if he’d make tea for Jimin when he comes back from work, he’d just.. put his mouth right on it.
“Fuck..”
He shakes his head, picks up the pace of his hand.
Can’t do that to Jimin. He can use all of his sex toys and defile them however much he wants but not— not this. Not unless he asks Jimin beforehand.
Doesn’t stop him from thinking about it— doesn’t stop him from shamelessly jerking off, accidentally rubbing his head against the porcelain with each stroke.
“Mmh— fuck.. Jimin.”
The sound of the key turning in the lock of the front door sounds then, and he stops in his tracks.
Oh fuck.
Is it that late already?
He looks around the room, the mess he made, there’s no time to even begin to clean. He hurries to his pile of clothes on the floor, gets dressed so quickly his shirt is still inside out.
“Jeongguk, you home?”
Jimin calls, and— fuck what does he do? He’s in Jimin’s room. If he calls now..
Ah but even if he doesn’t call, if he walks out the door Jimin will see him immediately. Curse their one story apartment.
Shit.
The entire bed is full of toys, used and messy, the pillow is covered in cum, the drawer is open, too— fuck, he just came on that too. If he puts all the toys back there’s just no going around the fact that he used them. Shit, he’s still got that buttplug up his ass.
He can’t move a single muscle, just stands there in the middle of Jimin’s room, as the door slowly opens.
Jimin looks so pretty, in his blouse and tailored black pants, brushes his hair back with one hand, gives him a full up and down. Then his eyes move to the bed, to the open drawer, back to him.
The corner of his mouth pulls up, that lazy smirk on his face.
“And here I thought I’d find you cooking another meal for me..”
Jeongguk swallows, caught red-handed.
“I— just— I’m sorry— I can cook now if you want.”
This has got to be the worst. Worse than Jimin finding out he fucked his used fleshlight the first time.
Jimin leans against the doorframe, folds his arms slowly, his gaze wanders down until they linger at his crotch.
Jeongguk glances down, he’s still got a semi, and it’s showing.
God— his cheeks glow with shame when he lifts his gaze back up, meets Jimin’s right there, that smirk stretching into a full blown grin.
“I’ll just uh..” He clears his throat, walks a little closer. “I’ll make dinner.”
“Mmh.”
Jimin hums, follows him with his eyes, clearly entertained.
He moves right past him out of the room, made of shame and embarrassment, pushes his half-hard dick down.
“Do you need— should I like, help, I mean—“ He turns around, looks into the room past Jimin. “I made a mess.”
Hah, he’s saying that way too late. Even Jimin chuckles at his terrible attempt.
“It’s fine..” Jimin steps into his own room. “Think I’ll have a blast cleaning them myself.”
Oh..
He blinks a few more times as the door slowly shuts on him, brain short-circuiting.
“Wait.”
“Mm?”
Jimin blinks prettily, his dark hair a little messy, eyes twinkling.
His heart does a little flip.
“Are you gonna..”
He trails off.
Jimin looks over his shoulder at the myriad of left-behind sex toys on his bed, then turns back to him, laughs softly.
“Later, I just came home, so.. dinner first?”
Right..
Later. Jimin will use all of them later.. and maybe he can join this time.
“Yeah— I’ll uh.. make something.”
He nods, though he keeps standing there, still a little dazed. Might be that he didn’t get to come, might be the buttplug still inside of him, might be that soft gaze Jimin gives him, the gentle touch of his fingers under his chin.
“I’ll take a shower then, yeah?”
“Mmh.” He nods, eyelids sinking just a little. “Okay.”
Jimin leans in closer, presses a chaste kiss on his cheek, then disappears inside his room.
His cheek tingles a little right after, and he rubs over the spot as he walks towards the kitchen.
From his peripheral, he spots something on the dinner table. Vibrant colours, an arrangement of different flowers in a vase. He walks up to it, stares at the orange, purple and blue bouquet. Perhaps Jimin got it at work today.
There’s a little golden card between the flowers, when he opens it he finds Jimin’s handwriting.
thank you for the date yesterday, though it ended a little awkwardly, I thought it was very sweet <3your pasta is unmatchedI’d like to come home to your cooking everyday
He reads it again, his cheeks gradually heat up until they glow.
Jimin.. gave him flowers.
Pretty flowers, and a card. For the date.
All the while he was messing up Jimin’s room, using every single sex toy in the collection. Ah, how embarrassing. He should have just focused on cooking another meal.
He reads the card one more time, bites on his lower lip as he puts it back between the flowers. This is bad for his heart, it’s beating way too fast.
How can Jimin be so insanely hot and so sweet at the same time? It’s mind-boggling.
All he can do now to make up for leaving that mess behind is make the best pasta ever.
So he gets to cooking right away, hears the shower turn on in the midst of it, desperately avoids the memory of Jimin’s naked, sculpted body. The way his dark hair brushed back like that sharpens his features, his wet lashes accentuating his siren eyes..
Mission failed. Not only is naked Jimin on the forefront of his mind, he accidentally clenches around the buttplug too, which makes his body jolt, sprinkling just a little too much salt on the pasta.
“Fuck.”
He rubs over his forehead, groans softly. Cooking while horny is a skill he doesn’t think he has mastered. This might become the worst pasta ever.
Jimin absolutely doesn’t help him though.
About five minutes later, while he’s working on the sauce, footsteps slowly near from behind.
He waits for that familiar squeeze in the back of his neck, but it doesn’t come. Instead, one hand wraps around his waist, and Jimin’s front presses against his back. Much like this morning— just the other way around.
He freezes, holds the spatula tightly as hot breath fans against the nape of his neck.
Jimin usually never.. he usually always lets him come closer, doesn’t initiate like this.
Jeongguk clears his throat.
“Thank you.. for the flowers.”
“Mmh.”
Soft, warm lips brush against his skin, one arm sneaks slowly around his waist, wraps tightly around him.
Jimin just holds him like that, while he’s barely conscious enough to stir the sauce. But he has to, Jimin gave him flowers as a thank you for the date so he’s got to at least try to return the favour.
It’s hard.
Especially when Jimin leans over his shoulder, aligns his lips with his ear.
“I’m missing a toy.”
The light whisper slithers through his body, makes him lose grip around the spatula.
“O-oh.” He should probably tell Jimin— but he doesn’t get the chance to open his mouth, a hand already slides towards his ass, squeezes his butt cheek. “Yeah— I—“
“And there’s something else too..”
From the corner of his eye, Jimin slides something on the counter.
The tea cup.
His breath hitches.
He completely forgot about the fucking tea cup.
This is the worst.
His heartbeat picks up until it hammers against his chest. Jimin just lets the silence linger, as if he enjoys this.
“Pretty sure I didn’t leave it on my desk..”
Jimin whispers right behind his ear, slides his hand a little closer to his crack.
Jeongguk bites down on his tongue, brain-short circuits when Jimin’s fingers brush against the end of the buttplug.
“Ah— fuck.”
A moan slips from his lips, and he can’t keep his head upright, lets it hang forward. His hand slips from the spatula, he clutches one around the counter, and the other just slips down, cups his semi-hard cock.
A dark, soft chuckle rings against his ears, and then Jimin pushes against the buttplug, forces it in a little deeper.
“A-ah—“
“What were you doing with my cup, hm?”
Fuck.
His world spins a little. The tea cup stares back at him from the counter, makes his cheeks burn hot.
“Sorry— I just— I was really horny..” He brings out. “I wanted to fuck something your lips touched.”
It’s a bad excuse really, Jimin’s lips touched many of the sex toys too, but Jimin stiffens a little behind him, a soft, pretty moan escapes his mouth.
“Show me..”
Jeongguk blinks.
but no, he’s sure he heard that right.
“You— you mean—“
“Yeah, show me what you were doing.” Jimin’s lips touch the shell of his ear when he whispers. “Let me watch you come.”
Oh.. god.
His dick twitches in his sweats, an embarrassing indicator that he likes this. And Jimin makes it even worse, pulls on the end of the buttplug so it slides out a little, the width of it stretching his rim, then pushes it back in.
“Ah—“
That was loud, fuck.
“Please.”
Jimin breathes out, presses a soft kiss right against his neck.
And he can’t ignore a please whispered like that.
So he pushes his sweats and underwear down then, wraps his hand around his cock slowly. The tip is already flushed, even though he came more than a few times in Jimin’s room, somehow he’s insatiable.
Jimin peeks over his shoulder down at his cock, breathes out shakily.
“Pretty.”
The comment strokes his ego just right, and he licks his lips as he strokes himself above the cup, rubs the head against the rim just like he did in his room.
“That desperate for my mouth?”
Jimin’s lips brush against his lobe, makes his eyes flutter shut.
“Mmh.” He nods, picks up the pace of his hand. “Pretty lips.”
He can feel Jimin’s lips stretch into a smirk, it’s actually insane.
Jimin’s hand finds its way between his legs once more, grabs onto the end of the buttplug and moves it just the slightest bit, a gentle little push in, the slightest tug right after.
“Mmh— fuck.” He moans, clenches his hand around the countertop, looks at that teacup through his lashes. “Jimin..”
“Yeah?”
That light tone is dizzying, sends a rush of arousal down his spine.
“Been thinking about you all day..”
He pants, moves back just the tiniest bit against the buttplug.
“Mmh..” Jimin presses a kiss right behind his ear, and another one, slightly underneath it. “I thought about you too..”
Fuck..
Something warm spreads in his chest, another soft moan slips from his lips. There’s just something about that sweet tone, the flowers, the way Jimin pushes the plug in a little deeper, it’s all so insanely good.
Heat accumulates in the pit of his stomach, that pleasure inches closer, just barely out of reach.
“Want to play with you all night.”
Jimin whispers, encloses his teeth around his earlobe right after, bites down gently.
“Ha— ah— fuck.”
He throws his head back against Jimin’s shoulder, white lightning flashes before his eyes, and he comes for the nth time that day. Though he doesn’t see it, by the sound of Jimin’s gasp he’s sure his cum lands right on the cup; paints it a slick, dirty white.
“Fuck.. so pretty.”
Jimin pushes against the plug a little harder, makes his eyes roll back as he strokes himself through his orgasm.
And for a moment everything is so perfect; the scent of Jimin’s shampoo, the warmth of Jimin’s body against his back, and the soft, sweet kisses on his neck. But then the sound of water spilling on a hot surface wakes him right up. He curses under his breath, quickly turns off the gas, can’t believe he just left that unsupervised.
Jimin chuckles softly behind him.
“Sorry, I should have let you finish cooking first.”
“No that’s— it’s my fault.” He lifts the lid of the pot, checks the pasta inside. It’s probably overcooked. “Fuck.”
“You’re still half naked, by the way.”
Oh.
Heat rushes up to his face, he quickly pulls his sweats and underwear back up, avoids the teacup altogether as he turns to Jimin.
Jimin’s got that pretty blush on his cheeks, face glowing from the shower, his dark hair still wet at the ends, which looks a whole new type of alluring. His signature oversized shirt and shorts— it hides whatever he’s got going on— if he’s hard right now, Jeongguk can’t tell.
He doesn’t get to check, Jimin closes him in right against the counter, hands on either side of him on the countertop, body flush against his own.
If Jimin was dangerous before, he’s even worse now that he’s single. Those siren eyes run down his body, slowly back up to meet his gaze.
He clears his throat, points a little hopelessly to the pans.
“You want.. dinner?”
Jimin spares an unamused glance for the pans, slowly turns his head back to him.
Oh.. fuck.
He swallows, collar suddenly a little too tight around his neck
Jimin leans in closer, his eyes drag down to his lips as he tilts his head, and he nudges his nose with his own.
“I want dessert.”