Coming Full Circle - JK POV (Patreon)

He doesn’t know how he ended up here. Circle jerking with all of his roommates.

Actually no, scratch that. He knows exactly what went down. He only just turned 21, and though he promised his mom he wouldn’t start drinking that much, he kind of went overboard today.

Alcohol helps him get a little more comfortable, a little more sociable, and his roommates seem to like it, so he might have downed a few more beers than he needed to.

Not that that solely explains why they’re all jerking off together, but he guesses that’s because they’re all horny. Taehyung had proposed this edging challenge, and not one soul objected.

He’s glad Jimin isn’t here.

Because Jimin has been constantly on his mind lately, fucking with his brain.

There’s something about him that makes Jeongguk question his sexuality. When Jimin smiles, or laughs at his jokes, he always gets so tingly and nervous, like he used to only have around girls. And Jimin is so, so pretty.

Okay, he’s supposed to jerk off to this challenge, but he’s lost in thoughts. Jimin and his dirty blonde hair, his seductive eyes, his full, pink lips. They do things to him that he can’t describe.

On top of that, he’s pretty sure Jimin is gay. The others always brush off Jimin’s comments about liking guys as sarcasm, or think that he takes 3 girls home at the same time to have a foursome, but Jeongguk’s room is right next to his, and - not that he was eavesdropping - there were no sounds of anything like that happening.

So, that makes it even more dangerous. Jimin is hot, gay, and single, and Jeongguk is weak, horny and desperate. Any time Jimin is in his vicinity he tries to keep his distance, and Jimin doesn’t even seem to notice him, so, that’s exactly how they should keep it.

“Jimin! You made it! You rascal, just came back from your side chick?”

Oh no.

Jeongguk freezes completely, blood rushing to his cheeks as he sees Jimin standing in the doorway, talking to Hoseok.

Fuck.

There goes his reputation. He’s always tried to be normal around Jimin, and now he’s sitting here on the couch, naked, with everyone else. He contemplates if he should get up and leave before Jimin looks over, but that would just draw the attention.

When Jimin finally looks over, he’s embarrassed to be making eye contact. Especially because Jimin seems shocked to see him here.

Yeah, there’s no fixing this. There’s no explaining.

He looks back at the screen, ears and cheeks burning with shame. Everyone else seems to just keep playing the game, undisturbed.

“Come join, we’re doing this edging challenge, the loser has to pay for all the food tomorrow.”

He hears Hoseok ask Jimin.

There’s no way Jimin would ever join something as stupid as this. Jeongguk bites the inside of his cheek, tries to follow the game instructions, to not seem like he’s eavesdropping.

“I-I shouldn’t join, I have a test tomorrow, so..”

Jimin says, but suddenly Taehyung and Namjoon turn towards him, objecting heavily.

“Aah come on-“

“Dude you suck-“

“Don’t be a fucking pussy.”

Socks and underwear fly over Jeongguk’s head at Jimin, and he feels a little bad. Everyone here is drunk, and Jimin seems completely sober, just walking in on this mess.

“Alright. Fine.”

Jimin says, and Jeongguk’s eyes widen.

There’s no way Park Jimin just agreed to circle jerk with his roommates.

There is just no fucking way.

But, as he eyes over Jimin dressing out, he’s proven painfully wrong. He just strips in front of everyone, and he kind of looks good doing it. As if he’s aware which angle looks good, and puts on a show just for them.

Jeongguk openly gapes at him, playing loosely with his cock as he pretends it’s all a private show, just for him. When Jimin rids himself of his boxers, showing his off his ass, Jeongguk isn’t the only one who gasps.

“Jesus you have an ass on you.”

Taehyung says, clearly watching too.

Jeongguk clenches his jaw, a little jealous that everyone is watching him, even though Jimin isn’t even his.

“By the way, the game is already like 3 minutes in, so you have to get off for 3 minutes first so we’re all even.”

Hoseok says, pausing the edge challenge and then gesturing at Jimin to sit down.

Jimin looks around the room, and then eyes the spot right next to him.

Oh fuck.

If Jimin will be right next to him, he isn’t sure he’ll even last those 3 minutes Jimin is supposed to touch himself. He’s already so horny, and Jimin really doesn’t help the situation.

He hopes Jimin will just take a chair and sit somewhere else, but the universe hates him.

Jimin sits down right next to him, and his thighs are so thick that they touch Jeongguk’s.

He feels warm.

“Okay; I have a timer, you start in 3, 2, 1.”

Hoseok calls, and then Jimin starts getting off. Right fucking next to him, while their legs are touching.

Jeongguk wants to have the decency to look away, he really does, but Jimin makes it impossible. Arching his back, spreading his legs, leaning his head on the edge of the couch.

Fuck.

Jeongguk is hypnotised, hand still around his cock as he looks at Jimin, at how pretty his small hand looks around his cock. The head is soft pink, just like his lips, and he’s shaved all smooth. And then Jimin moans, and sounds like absolute sin.

Jeongguk bites on his lower lip to not make sounds himself. But the others are making sounds, they’re panting and gasping, they’re all looking at Jimin the same way.

Because Jimin looks so pretty, so dainty, so soft. Jeongguk’s mouth waters, wishing he could just have a taste.

When he looks back up, Jimin is staring right at him.

Oh fuck. He can’t break eye contact, Jimin locks him in place, with his lust-glazed eyes, rosy cheeks, jerking himself off a little faster as if he likes to be looked at.

Jeongguk’s cock twitches, heat flares up at his face and he doesn’t know how to fucking stop looking.

“Woah, you two having a good time?”

“What you looking at Jeon?”

Shit, it’s so obvious. He gets underwear thrown at his head, snapping him back to reality, and then he quickly looks away.

This challenge is gonna be impossible.

“Alright Park, your time is up. Let’s continue the game.”

Hoseok calls, turning the game back on.

Jeongguk quickly scans over the room, sees that no one seems hung up on the fact that he was just watching Jimin jerk off. They’re too drunk to focus on that, instead everyone is back in the game.

So, he swallows and does the same, trying not to watch Jimin in his peripheral. But as he rubs over the head of his cock, he can see Jimin making a small hole with his fingers, jerking off just the tip.

He really wants to watch.

He glances at Jimin, sees that he’s also not looking at the screen, instead his line of vision goes to Jeongguk’s cock.

Oh.

Fuck. Jimin is looking at him as well, and he’s not even touching himself, just immersed with his cock.

That sends all types of thoughts through his mind, makes him shudder a little, spreading his legs a little wider, playing with his cock a little more for the show, hoping Jimin will like it.

“Jimin, don’t cheat.”

Namjoon calls, startling Jeongguk a bit. He forces himself to watch the screen, a little disappointed Jimin is also watching the screen again.

Would Jimin like to suck his cock? He’s gay, so he probably likes to give head, right? Does his cock look good to Jimin? What do gay people like? Should he have shaved too?

He bites his lip as he follows the jerk off instructions, but his mind is somewhere else. He just wants to take Jimin to his bedroom right now, to have him all for himself, to figure out if Jimin wants him like that. Maybe Jimin would teach him things.. how to give head, how to rim, how to fuck a guy.

There’s a sudden awkward atmosphere, and Jeongguk snaps out of his thoughts as he sees “lick your partner’s biceps” as an instruction on the screen.

“We should do it. This is the game. If you don’t do it you drop out and have to clean up the house.”

Taehyung says.

“That’s fucking gay dude, I’m not doing that.”

Someone else says.

Hoseok pauses the game.

“I agree with Taehyung. The game is king. The game has begun, you cannot stop it.”

Jeongguk looks between everyone, a little lost as they argue back and forth. Who’s even the partner in this case? He looks around the room, counting pairs, it’s an even number.

If they’re doing this that means.. Jimin would be his partner.

He glances at Jimin, who turns his head immediately the other way.

“Jimin. Rizz god. Slayer of pussy. I think you should decide.”

Hoseok says then.

Which is funny because if he’s correct, Jimin is literally the only gay guy here.

Jimin rubs his chin, thinks about it, and then nods.

“I say, the game is king. If you don’t dare to lick someone’s biceps.. it’s because you’re afraid you might like it.”

Well, he’s definitely got a point. Jeongguk is afraid that if he does literally anything with Jimin he’ll end up liking it. He’s sure if Jimin put on little furry ears he’d probably still be into it.

All the guys start exclaiming loudly that of course they’d lick a guy’s bicep to prove that it’s not gay. But in contrast, Jeongguk thinks he’ll start spitting rainbows the second he touches Jimin.

This is gonna be terrible. Once they do this there will be no turning back.

Hoseok presses play, and Jeongguk just lets it happen.

Jimin pushes his blonde hair back, turns towards him, all confident, little smirk on his lips. Jeongguk bites the inside of his cheek nervously, but it’s more anticipation than fear. He wants this to happen, even though it’s scary.

Jimin just goes for it, grabbing his elbow and leaning in. His pretty, pink tongue darts out and licks right over his bicep. Jeongguk feels a pull in his gut, arousal spreading through his body. Just from this. A little silly thing, a lick over his bicep.

When it’s his turn, he feels his face flush, grabbing Jimin’s wrist and leaning in. Jimin doesn’t look that muscular, but now that he’s up close, he can see the defined lines. And also, there’s a musky scent, kind of sweet, intruding his nose. He licks over Jimin’s bicep, tasting the soft skin.

God.

He wants more. This is barely enough. He was right about himself, just one touch and he’s switching teams. And why does Jimin smell so good? He breathes him in once more, before he leans back.

His cock is throbbing as he follows the instructions on the screen, jerking slowly; increasing the pace, cheating a little because he knows he’ll probably come if he jerks off any harder.

Then, there’s another couple instruction on the screen, making everyone gasp.

“Let your partner slap your balls gently.”

Holy shit.

Ball slapping? Doesn’t that hurt? But the idea of Jimin doing it to him sends blood rushing down his body, cock twitching eagerly.

But one of the guys throws the same fit, says it’s too gay, they can’t do this.

“The game is king. Stop the game, you’re cleaning the house.”

Taehyung repeats.

Thank god for Taehyung.

Jeongguk spreads his legs a little wider, doesn’t dare to look at Jimin. It’s embarrassing how much he wants this. He craves to be touched, even if it’s bicep licking or ball slapping, the idea of Jimin doing it is hot.

Jimin gently slaps against his balls then, and Jeongguk makes an embarrassing noise, sounding high and pathetic.

Fuck.

That wasn’t supposed to leave his mouth, but the feeling of his balls getting slapped like that just.. feels so belittling, like he’s being punished.

He doesn’t know why it turns him on, but it does, and it’s embarrassing. Luckily, Jimin seems to like it, as he presses up against him on the couch, body to body.

Jimin nudges him then.

“Your turn.”

Oh, right. This is a couple challenge.

“O-oh. Sorry.”

He says, turning towards Jimin, who’s looking at him downright predatory.

God..

Jimin’s pupils are dilated, his breathing a little heavier, and Jeongguk wants to just give himself already. Let Jimin do anything he wants to his body.

It feels unnatural for him to slap Jimin’s balls, for some reason. Maybe it’s the air around Jimin, the way he looks at him, the way he acts. It’s naturally dominant, and Jeongguk has always been more naturally submissive. He loves listening to orders, loves to be good at something, loves to be praised.

He turns back to the screen then, completely dazed, hoping something else will show up, something he can do with Jimin.

And it does.

“Let your partner spit on your cock.”

Oh..

Jeongguk tries not to moan solely at the idea, it’s quite difficult. His cock twitches again, and he’s glad he doesn’t have to jerk it now because he’s so on edge, it won’t take much longer.

Jimin leans down almost right away, and curls his small hand around his cock. If that sight wasn’t already setting Jeongguk on fire, it’s the way Jimin then spits on his cock, like he has no respect for it whatsoever.

He accidentally moans. It’s loud, the entire room can hear it, but he couldn’t care less. He just pretends that it’s Jimin and him, just the two of them, doesn’t even listen to all the comments.

Then Jimin unapologetically spits on his cock again, even though technically his turn is over. Even worse, he smears his spit over the head of his cock with his thumb, and Jeongguk is in fucking heaven.

“Yeah, you like this hm?”

Jimin asks, that condescending tone making Jeongguk’s hairs stand up straight. He’s breathing irregularly, as Jimin starts to slowly jerk him off.

Yes. Fuck, yes.

He gasps, opens his legs wider to give Jimin all the access, anything he wants. He’s so good at it, such a natural.

“Fuck- fuck. Jimin-“

He pants, wanting to pull him closer, but before he can do it, Jimin already lets go of his cock, sitting back.

Jeongguk looks at him with half-lidded eyes, pleads silently for him to come back, but Jimin just gives him a mean smirk.

“It’s your turn.”

He says.

Jeongguk can barely get a grip, chest heaving, unable to keep his head up. But with a little effort, he moves, leans down slowly. Fuck.. Jimin is cock is so close. What if Jimin would just force him to suck it?

He feels his cock twitch at his own thoughts, and then he spits once, kind of pathetically, misses Jimin’s cock.

He’s about to lean back when Jimin fists a hand in his raven hair, pushes him down a little further.

Fuck yes. 

“That the best you can do?”

Jimin asks, making Jeongguk’s toes curl.

“Mmh- fuck.”

He curses, heat spreading through every fibre of his body as he spits on Jimin’s pretty cock once again.

Make me suck it.

“That’s it, very good.”

Jimin praises, caressing through his hair before releasing it.

Oh god that’s hot. Jeongguk feels like he’s floating when he leans back up, looking at Jimin’s approving gaze. He wants to do something else, make Jimin say that again. The game can fuck off, he just wants Jimin to teach him things. He scoots a little closer to Jimin, needing to touch.

Jimin focuses his attention back on the game, but Jeongguk can barely read the words anymore. He’s so horny, his body is on fire, he needs Jimin to touch him again.

And then he gets a little something. Jimin’s hand makes its way back to his neck, and he starts playing with his hair. It’s barely anything, yet that soft caress has him shuddering and short of breath, eyelids feeling heavy.

It’s not so much the touch as it is the idea that Jimin is doing it secretly, without the others noticing.

Jimin chuckles breathily, right next to his ear.

“You’re supposed to jerk off now.”

He says, pulling softly on his hair.

Jeongguk’s breath hitches, nodding as he takes his cock back in his hand, getting off slowly. there’s heat in the pit of his stomach, balls so tight he thinks he might explode if Jimin so much as blows on his nipple.

“God, you have a nice, big cock..”

Jimin whispers then, and Jeongguk stops mid-stroke, mind going haywire. Jimin is watching him get off. And he likes his cock. He turns to looks at him.

Jimin looks so fucking good, dirty blonde hair a little sweaty at the ends, face flushed, pretty lips parted.

“Yeah? If.. if you wanna- you can- you.. uhm..”

Blow me? What the fuck is he trying to say? They’re still in the room with everyone else.

Jimin raises an eyebrow at him, which just makes him nervous. He looks back at the screen and bites on his bottom lip, trying to calm down.

But he can’t because the next instruction is:

Rub your cock against your partner’s crotch

This game is completely insane, it just wants him to give up. So why not? Why not just give into it.

He pulls Jimin on top of him by his hips, makes him straddle him. He looks away, a little afraid he might come on the spot.

“Woah.. you two really take the game seriously.”

Hoseok says, laughing nervously. The extra attention makes Jeongguk even more shy, and he thinks maybe he should push Jimin off of him, when Jimin turns and looks at the rest of the guys.

“What? You’re not gonna do it? Afraid you’ll turn gay?”

He asks.

Jeongguk blinks, looks at all the other guys now muttering and stammering.

“Jimin is right, we need to face this challenge. If you stop now it’s because you’re afraid you’ll like it too much.”

Taehyung says, making all the other guys protest again.

Jeongguk is kind of afraid of Jimin’s power of this group of guys, but at the same time, it turns him on. He can see that sly smirk on Jimin’s lips, and then his eyes drag down to where there cocks are pressed against each other.

God..

He can’t help himself, wraps his hand around the both of them, his big cock now pressing against Jimin’s smaller one. The sight is breathtaking. He can feel Jimin’s eyes on him as he slowly rubs their cocks together, eager to see which one of them will start leaking first.

And then Jimin moans softly, a fucking sound from above. It’s raspy and low, and Jeongguk can’t help but rock his hips up a little, fucking his hand while rubbing against Jimin’s cock. And then Jimin’s pretty, pink cockhead gets a little wet, a pearly bead of precum leaking from the slit, right over his own cock.

“Mmh..”

He looks up, sees Jimin look at their cocks too, lips parted, looking like he’s in complete bliss. And fuck, when Jeongguk’s eyes drag down, he finds those pretty lips, wishes he could just close the distance.

Jimin leans in then, aligns his lips with his ear.

“Your cock feels so good against mine.”

He whispers, starting to fuck his hand too, rolling his hips so sensually that Jeongguk’s breath staggers, and his free hand wraps around Jimin’s hip, keeping him close.

“Mmh.. fuck. Yeah?”

“Yeah. It’s so pretty too. You’ve got such a fat cockhead, whoever gets to suck you off is lucky.”

Jeongguk whimpers, doesn’t care that it sounds pathetic. Jimin has such a dirty mouth it’s driving him insane, but at the same time, he needs more.

“I- I want to- fuck. keep talking please.”

“Bet anyone would love to give you head, eager to have your come down their throat.”

Oh fuck. He throws his head back on the couch, moaning eagerly, vividly imagining how it would look to fuck Jimin’s mouth, and then have him swallow his come.

“A-ah Jimin- I can- fuck.”

“Bet it tastes good too..”

Fuck, fuck. He can’t fucking hold it. His eyes roll back, on the verge of his orgasm as he pulls Jimin closer by his waist. He needs him, he needs him one way or another. He needs to sink his cock into his mouth, or bury it between his cheeks.

“You could make anyone come just by sliding it in. your big cock could fill anyone up so good.”

The mental image of Jimin’s rim stretching around his cock has him going feral. He can’t help but hump against Jimin hard and fast, no sense of anything. All his body wants is to fuck something right here, right now.

Jimin chuckles softly, leans in to whisper against his ear.

“Would you fuck me if I asked you to?”

Oh god fuck.

He moans longingly, then nods frantically.

“Yeah- yes hyung. I want to- I would fuck you.”

“You know.. I fucked myself with a dildo a few hours ago.. think you could just slide inside right now, I’m probably wet enough.”

“Oh- oh fuck. Really?”

Jeongguk pants, hands slipping down to Jimin’s soft, peachy ass cheeks, spreading them impatiently, trying to bury his cock between them. It’s pure animalistic instinct, he craves it so bad that he almost can’t control himself.

“Yeah, if you say please, I’ll let you have me right here.”

Jimin promises, and Jeongguk folds immediately.

“Please, please hyung.”

He begs, feeling so high on arousal that his eyes are tearing up, looking at Jimin until he gives consent. But Jimin just does something even better, he reaches down and guides Jeongguk’s cock to his rim.

Oh god. Jimin’s rim feels slick, warm, and inviting, and Jeongguk can’t fucking wait.

He bucks his hips up instantly, and simultaneously pulls Jimin down by his hips to make his cock slam inside of him all at once. Wet warmth engulfs his cock and he gasps, finally understanding what everyone always talks about.

“Ah! Fuck- Jeongguk, fuck, easy.”

Jimin moans quite loudly. It alerts everyone in the room, and before Jeongguk knows it, all eyes are on them.

Oh no..

He just sits there, cock buried in Jimin’s ass, panting as he tries to think everyone away, tries to not pay any attention to the others. None of the guys in the room even says anything, all too stunned to speak.

And then Jimin just lifts his hips, hole clenching around his cock just right, before sinking back down, until he’s all bottomed out.

It’s the most incredible feeling ever, plus Jeongguk gets to look at Jimin on top of him, which makes his jaw drop.

He’d never have thought he’d be so in awe seeing a man on top of him. Jimin’s lithe body arches so prettily, his dark nipples perked up, deep v-line accentuating his hips. What a fucking sight.

“Holy shit they’re actually fucking.”

“Yeah- they’re- wow. And Jimin’s ass-“

“Stop talking about Jimin’s ass.”

“Sorry, but look at it.”

Jeongguk feels pride swell in his chest, knowing he’s the guy Jimin is riding right now, knowing the others are staring, jealous. Jimin doesn’t seem to care about the others either, he just smirks prettily, focused on rolling his hips, gyrating them in a way that’s so sinful, Jeongguk can’t help but moan.

“Well? Are you gonna fuck me or are you scared you’ll come within 2 seconds?”

Jimin asks, and Jeongguk is in fucking love.

“Both.”

He answers breathlessly, hands clamping around Jimin’s hips as he starts to move slowly. Just watching his cock sink inside of Jimin, feeling how it sucks him in, that tight wetness, he almost comes. He bites his lip hard, going so slow but his cock is still throbbing, on the edge of his orgasm.

Jimin chuckles on top of him, clenches around his cock and Jeongguk really almost bursts.

“A-ah, please don’t- I don’t wanna come first.”

He whimpers, holding Jimin’s hips tightly to keep him still, burying his face in the crook of his neck.

It’s terrible, and Jimin seems to find it hilarious, chuckling softly. He just stays there in the comfort of his scent, breathing in his musk until the build-up of his orgasm dies down.

It’s his first time and he’s just doing it drunk, with a guy. not that he minds, the alcohol probably helps with postponing his orgasm, otherwise he’d have burst the second Jimin spat on his cock.

Jimin tangles his arms around his neck too. It feels quite intimate. He slowly starts to move when he’s confident enough. It’s quite difficult actually, to move his hips just right, to make sure Jimin feels good when he thrusts into him. Especially because his brain is urging him to just fuck and take.

“Fuck- it feels so good-“

He pants, eyes closing in concentration as he gyrates his hips, then buries his cock deeper inside.

“Mmh.”

Jimin moans, which means he’s doing something right, so he keeps thrusting deep and slow.

“God, Jeongguk is really fucking Jimin. He’s just- fuck.”

Taehyung pants, which for some reason kind of turns him on. To know that they’re being watched while he’s fucking Jimin. Pride swells in his chest, and he needs to show off even more, needs the others to know that Jimin is his. So he leans back a little on the couch and lifts Jimin by his hips, until he almost slips out, showing his length before he makes Jimin sit down on it again.

There are multiple groans, which is exactly what he wanted. A small content smirk makes it to Jeongguk’s lips as he repeats the motion.

“I want to fuck Jimin too, just fucking look at how well he can take-“

“Taehyung.”

Yoongi cuts him off.

Jeongguk makes it his mission to let everyone know how good it feels, moaning loudly as he picks up the pace. The room fills up with skin slapping against skin sounds and the slight creaking of the couch.

“Mmh fuck- Jeongguk.”

Jimin moans, and Jeongguk is completely gone for him. He looks through his half-lidded eyes how Jimin bounces on his cock, how he takes every inch so easily, like he was made for it. And then in the midst of it, Jimin leans in and kisses him.

The feeling is so foreign, Jeongguk hasn’t kissed in so long, and fuck, Jimin’s lips are so soft. He closes his eyes, kisses him back like his life depends on it. He doesn’t know if they’ll kiss again, and he needs to make the most of it now. So he licks into his mouth, sucks on his lower lip, bites it softly until Jimin breaks the kiss with a soft chuckle.

“Calm down, you can kiss me whenever you want.”

Whenever he wants?

“Mmh.. fuck, really hyung?”

Jimin looks at him with a small smile, his eyes twinkling before he brushes some of Jeongguk’s hairs out of his face, tilts his chin up with his hand.

“Yes, you can come to my room and fuck me whenever you want.”

Fuck.

Heat spreads through his veins and he’s short of breath, eyes rolling back as he starts thrusting into him harder, sweaty hands around his hips holding him even tighter as he moans uncontrollably, can’t help himself anymore.

“H-hyung- fuck- Jimin- fuck-“

Jimin gasps on top of him, and Jeongguk takes that as a sign that he can use him however he likes. He throws his head back against the couch and grips Jimin so tight, fucking him like a ragdoll, plunging his cock into him over and over, until he feels his orgasm building up.

“Can I- can I come inside of you?”

He pants.

Some of the other guys moan at the question, making Jeongguk aware they’re watching and listening. Luckily for him, it sounds like one of them comes, as a loud string of swears follow right after.

Jimin grins at him, looking like a fucking god before he leans in and pecks his lips.

“Mmh, I usually don’t let anyone come inside of me..”

He says, which fuck- he doesn’t think he can stop himself. His body is just going autopilot, fucking Jimin so hard, the urge to fill him up with his come making his vision go red with desire. He tries to stop, though, for Jimin, tries to stop all movement, but heat is accumulating in his gut, and even if he stops moving he’s gonna come.

He looks at Jimin with big eyes, trying to signal that he needs to get off of him, but Jimin instead, just fucks himself on his cock. An evil grin on his thick lips as he clenches around him, and Jeongguk’s jaw just drops, gasp leaving his lips as he finally bursts.

“Ugh- fuck- ngh fuck I’m- I’m coming.”

He throws his head back and drags out a loud moan, hips snapping up harshly, burying his cock deep inside of Jimin as he comes. And then pulls Jimin into an embrace, burying his face in his neck as he keeps thrusting into him.

“Nngh sorry- I’m sorry I-“

“Yeah? Are you really sorry?”

Jimin asks, the mirth in his voice so clear.

Jeongguk nods frantically, hopes Jimin won’t punish him. Or maybe he does. The thought just makes his orgasm last longer.

“You’re sorry, yet you’re still forcing it deeper inside of me.”

Fuck. Why does Jimin sound so fucking good when he talks dirty? He moans, nodding slightly, still not able to stop thrusting into him.

“You’re not sorry hm? You want me all filled up.”

“Yeah- fuck.”

Jeongguk chokes out a moan, nods in shame, kisses over Jimin’s shoulder as he rides out his orgasm.

Jimin chuckles sadistically, clenches around his cock again, and Jeongguk hisses at the oversensitivity.

Jimin leans back then, and curls his hand around his cock.

Oh fuck, Jeongguk hadn’t even thought to do that. He should have touched Jimin, made him come first. Jeongguk just watches, a little dazed, how Jimin jerks off on top of him. His cock is all red, looking so sensitive, and when he drags his eyes up, Jimin is looking right at him. For whatever reason, that seems to do it for Jimin. Because he starts biting his lip, jerking off faster, cheeks so pink, eyes darkening with every passing second.

Jimin is so fucking hot. It should be illegal.

Jeongguk pulls him in for a kiss then, and wraps his bigger hand around Jimin’s hand around his cock, picking up the pace. He’s never touched a guy before, but he just does what he thinks would feel good; rubbing over the head with his thumb, while simultaneously licking into his mouth.

Jimin comes just like that, moaning against Jeongguk’s mouth, unable to kiss him back as he shoots his load all over him.

“Fuck hyung- you sound so good.”

Jeongguk pants, his cock twitching inside of him even though he just came. Jimin whimpers on top of him, rocking his hips up and down a few times, making Jeongguk’s semi hard cock thrust back in.

It’s way too much. Jeongguk can barely breathe, feeling Jimin’s sticky cum drip down his chest.

“My god- oh my god. That was so hot.”

Taehyung pants, and Jeongguk can’t help but smile to himself, a little proud. Jimin is panting, looking so tired when he tangles his arms around Jeongguk’s neck.

Jeongguk looks at him, remembers that he shouldn’t have come inside of Jimin.

“Sorry hyung I- I didn’t know- I couldn’t stop-“

“Don’t apologise, I was just teasing you.”

Jimin says, going in for another kiss. Jeongguk moans softly in surprise, but then melts into it. This guy really is gonna be the death of him.

For a while they just make out on the couch, needing the warmth and the comfort. Jimin is amazing with his mouth, kissing him so deep, not giving him a second to breathe. Jeongguk wishes it would last forever.

“So Namjoon, I hope you saved up.”

Hoseok says then.

Jimin breaks the kiss to look at Namjoon, and Jeongguk follows the direction as well. Namjoon just sits there with his head in his hands, groaning in defeat. The other guys are all just sitting there, come on their hands, completely out of breath.

It’s a silent clean-up, no one really wants to address what happened. Jimin seems to just find it amusing, snickering to himself as he cleans.

Jeongguk is in a complete daze, almost like he’s just floating around, feeling so light. He just had sex. First time ever. It feels so satisfying, his body is exhausted in the best way.

He wonders if Jimin feels the same, or if he is just another guy on the list of people Jimin’s had sex with.

He looks over, sees Jimin just minding his own business, not really looking at him.

Doubt seeps into his mind and he slowly walks over, grabbing his hand. Jimin looks at him, smile still on his lips.

“Uhm I..” Jeongguk swallows his nerves. “I just wanted to check if.. you know.. we’re good?”

He doesn’t dare to look at Jimin after, just plays with his hand in his own, intertwining their fingers.

“Yes. Yes we’re good.”

Jimin assures him, squeezing his hand.

Good. That’s good. Jeongguk nods.

“So.. so I can stop by your room then.. whenever I want?”

“Yeah.” Jimin nods, cheeks turning pink at the mention. “All yours.”

All mine.

Sudden possessiveness makes him squeeze Jimin’s hand a little tighter.

“I mean. Not just to.. I also want to.. get to know you better.”

He mumbles, because it sounds kind of lame right after sex. However, Jimin doesn’t laugh at him, he just looks at him with a soft gaze, making Jeongguk melt.

“All yours.”

Jimin says again.