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Helloooo, this is the drabble for the one-liner: Can you do that again... slower? We made these characters together. Tease, Dom, Top, Sweet Jimin and Easily Flustered, Sub, Top, Sweet Jeongguk. I really tried to make the characters sweet it was really difficult. I forgot about it in the first half not gonna lie, but it wasn't mean in any way so I kept it as I wrote it hehe.

Hope you all enjoy <3

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Lately, Jimin is very touchy.

Jimin has always been touchy with him, but ever since he moved into his apartment he’s really, really touchy.

And Jeongguk knows it’s just how Jimin expresses his love. He grabs his shoulder, he grabs his thigh, he hugs him, he presses his nose against his neck, he cuddles him. It’s been like that for as long as he can remember.

But now that his roommate moved out, and Jimin has moved in with him, it’s excessive.

Jeongguk wouldn’t mind it as much if it weren’t for him getting.. kind of turned on whenever it happens.

He’s always thought of Jimin as handsome, always liked his androgynous looks, his light voice, his ass, his pretty lips. Of course, he’s never ever told him that. Pretty sure it would ruin their friendship.

Jimin has never talked about boys after all. He goes on and on about girls, about idols, about actresses, about one-night stands he had. He loves big-boobed anime girls too, even has some figurines on his nightstand.

So, Jeongguk never let his crush on Jimin get that bad. That was until Jimin moved in, at least.

Somewhere, somehow, Jeongguk knew it would worsen, he knew if Jimin moved in he would probably get butterflies for real, and he would probably get hurt. Yet, he couldn’t say no to those pretty sultry eyes, to that charming smile.

But that doesn’t mean he should have to deal with this.

Jimin pressed up against his side, leg swept over his thigh, arm around his chest, head on his shoulder, looking at him play a game on his switch.

“Go down, go down.”

Jimin instructs, sucked into the game.

Jeongguk, however, can barely focus. Jimin’s shampoo smells so good, and his body warmth is so comfortable.

“Watch out, go left.”

Jimin gets so tense when he’s into the game, his leg hitches up a little, knee grazing over Jeongguk’s crotch.

Jeongguk drops his switch, it lands on his nose.

“Ow, fuck-“

“You okay?”

“Yeah- yeah I’m- I’m-“

Jeongguk wants to say he’s good but he feels his nose start to bleed so he quickly gets up.

“Oh shit.”

Jimin walks with him to the kitchen to grab a bit of paper towel, then gently lifts his chin, gently wiping the blood.

Jeongguk wants to take the paper, but Jimin doesn’t even let him. He just tends to him with his mellow, concerned eyes, and Jeongguk has to pretend it doesn’t feel like Jimin is his boyfriend.

It’s difficult when they’re this close.

“Does it hurt?”

“Just a bit.”

Jimin looks at it, tilting his chin to the left, then to the right.

“I think it’s fine. Still looks pretty.”

Pretty..

Jeongguk tries his best not to seek more behind the statement. Jimin acts like he’s said it before.

“Wanna continue? You almost cleared the level.”

“No uh.. I think I’ll get ready to sleep.”

“Okay, I’ll change then.”

Jimin says, walking towards his room.

Jeongguk doesn’t really get what that means or what it has to do with him going to sleep. So he just lets it go and walks back to his room, crawling back into his bed. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his heart down.

It’s only a minute later that Jimin joins him in his pyjamas, casually slipping under his blanket.

Jeongguk blinks as Jimin just grabs his phone and starts scrolling on tiktok next to him.

“Jimin?”

“Mm?”

Jimin looks at him like this is the most normal thing. As if he sleeps in his bed by default.

“You’re.. sleeping here?”

“Yeah? I used to always sleep over in your bed when Jaehyun used to be your roommate.”

Well, that’s true. It’s not like Jimin has never slept in his bed before, but Jeongguk is kind of in need of a night alone.. his body is on edge from the past week of Jimin excessively touching him, and he feels like if he doesn’t take care of it he’ll end up waking up with a raging boner.

He wants to tell Jimin to go back to his room, but one look into those pretty eyes and he can’t deny him a single thing.

“Alright.”

So, it’s just suffering then.

That’s fine.

“Did I tell you about the girl I slept with last Saturday?”

Jimin asks then, putting his phone down.

Jeongguk tries to remember, turning on his side to face Jimin.

“Yuna?”

“No that was last week, I mean 2 days ago.”

“Mm..” Jeongguk isn’t sure, he’s tempted to say yes though, just to skip listening to Jimin and some random other girl. “I don’t remember.”

Jimin’s eyes twinkle, small grin growing on his lips.

“Then I haven’t told you, pretty sure you would have remembered.”

“Why?”

“Did I really not tell you yet?” Jimin seems overly excited, crawling closer, leaning up on his elbow, brushing his pretty blonde hair out of his face. “I was out at Octagon, went home with the bartender.”

“Of course you did.”

Jeongguk almost rolls his eyes. Jimin always gets with the staff, knows his way to woo them.

“You should have seen her.” Jimin sighs, almost longingly. “Short skirt, those high heel boots.”

Jeongguk hums, nodding along, picturing a pretty girl in his head.

“She kept making eye contact, you know, that static type of eye contact where you can just feel the attraction.”

Jeongguk can imagine that perfectly. He feels like that sometimes when he looks into Jimin’s eyes, when they’re half-lidded and sharp.

“When she got off her shift the first thing she did was push me against the nearest wall and kiss me.”

Jimin laughs softly, seeming to relive the experience, still sounding excited about it.

Jeongguk pretends he doesn’t feel a pang of jealousy. Pretends he doesn’t feel a pang of curiosity at the same time.

“She was very forward, you don’t really come by girls like that often, you know?”

“Yeah, you’re usually the one doing these things.”

Jeongguk would know, he hears these stories at least once every two weeks.

“Exactly, but she was the one calling the shots, and I really liked that.”

“Mmh.”

“I think she was wearing some sort of cherry lip balm or something, it tasted really good.”

Jeongguk’s eyes absentmindedly travel down to Jimin’s lips, envisioning them with that same cherry lip balm. They’re so pretty, would look even prettier with some balm or gloss..

“You don’t like it right? When girls wear lip balm.”

Jimin asks, making Jeongguk snap out of it.

“Don’t know, it’s kind of sticky.”

He shrugs. It’s been a while since he kissed a girl at all. Lately he’s just been imagining Jimin and him together, kind of pathetic, waiting for him as if Jimin doesn’t go out every night to find someone else to sleep with.

“I think you’d have loved this, she had a tongue piercing too.”

Now that, he does like. He looks at Jimin, who can read his face immediately.

“Got your interest now hm?”

Jeongguk just shrugs again, trying not to show his curiosity. But he can’t help but ask.

“What- what does it feel like?”

A lazy grin tugs on Jimin’s lips, like he loves being the more experienced out of the two of them, like he loves boasting about it.

“Really fucking hot, honestly.”

Jeongguk pokes his tongue in his cheek, tries to bury his jealousy. It’s funny how it’s directed at both Jimin, and the girl he was making out with.

“And then she told me it feels even better when she gives head.”

Wow.

Jeongguk feels a rush of heat spread through his body, and he looks up at Jimin, eyes widening.

“She- she really said that?”

“Mmh.” Jimin nods, biting his lower lip. “Got me so hard.”

He says it as if he’s always that descriptive, but Jeongguk’s breath hitches just hearing it. He tries to fight the image of Jimin getting hard forming in his head but it’s no use. He can perfectly imagine him in the club, against the wall, outline of his cock visible against his way too tight jeans.

Fuck, he’s burning up, throat running dry. Telltale signs of him getting turned on.

Maybe he should cut the conversation short..

He hesitates for a bit, but he’s too curious.

“Did she uh.. did she notice?”

Jimin’s eyes glint with something Jeongguk hasn’t seen before, like he’s thrilled to go into more detail. He even moves a little closer, as if they’re sharing secrets.

“Yeah, she even grabbed it, like, on top of my pants but still.”

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

Jeongguk curses, heat flaring up at his face. Both the idea of having someone just cup him through his pants, or being the one doing that to Jimin, it makes him fluster.

Jimin hums in agreement.

“I know right? we were still in public but she was just rubbing over my cock like no one was around. I got so fucking horny.”

Jeongguk just gapes at Jimin, imagining everything in great detail. He hopes it doesn’t show on his face how badly it’s turning him on.

“So we went to her place after, and god..” Jimin looks at him with a wicked glint in his eyes. “She just bent over her kitchen counter immediately, like, she just lifted up her skirt.”

Oh.

Jeongguk’s jaw drops a little at the mental image. Just the idea of going home with a girl, and not even sharing a kiss or going to the bedroom, just having her so needy that the first thing she does is bend over the kitchen counter.

Blood starts rushing south, and he realises to his horror that he’s getting hard listening to Jimin’s story.

Meanwhile Jimin is oblivious, that excitement written over his face as he continues.

“And get this..” Jimin leans a little closer. “She wasn’t wearing underwear.”

Oh god..

Jeongguk feels heat flare up at his face, heartbeat rising, cock standing up straight against his stomach, and to his embarrassment, he moans softly. It just slips, he has no control over it at all.

He clasps his hand over his mouth, averting his gaze, shame rushing through his body at the speed of light.

Jimin chuckles breathily.

“Yeah, that was my reaction too.”

Ah fuck, this is embarrassing. Jimin is telling a story and he’s out here getting hard and moaning.

“Sorry- sorry that- I don’t know where that came from.”

He apologises, but Jimin just lightly shrugs.

“Can’t blame you. It was so fucking hot.”

Jeongguk looks up to check if he really didn’t make it awkward between them, but Jimin seems to just find it amusing, if the look in his eyes is anything to go by.

“She was so wet too.. like, I could see it glistening.”

Holy shit.

Jeongguk almost chokes at the details, having difficulty breathing regularly as he imagines it. Sure, Jimin tells him stories about his sexual escapades all the time, but not to this extent.

“I could just see it kind of, trickling down her pussy.”

Jimin continues, voice a little more raspy, like he’s getting lost in the memory too.

Jeongguk bites his lower lip hard to not moan again, but it’s getting worse by the second, his cock twitches in interest, and he wants to touch himself so bad.

“A-and then?”

He asks, kind of desperate to hear more.

Jimin looks at him, his eyes a little hazy.

“She told me I could choose..”

Jeongguk is hanging onto Jimin’s every word, chest heaving with every breath, hand sneaking under the blanket.

“Choose what?”

Jimin licks his lips, takes a deep breath as if he needs to gather the strength to say it.

“Which hole I wanted to fuck.”

Oh.

Jeongguk gasps, soft broken moan slipping from his lips, eyes falling closed, and his hand just has a mind of its own, slipping into his pyjama pants, grabbing his aching cock.

“Fuck- Jimin- did you- did you-“

“Yeah..”

“Oh fuck.”

Jeongguk moans, starting to move his hand around his length. The image of Jimin fucking a girl’s ass is too much to handle. Then, a wave of sanity hits, makes him aware that he’s jerking off right in front of Jimin.

He freezes, opens his eyes, finds Jimin looking at him as if he isn’t even fazed, just a smug smirk on his lips.

“Don’t worry, you can touch yourself, I won’t tell.”

Fuck.

Jeongguk feels so caught, and so fucking ashamed that he can’t help himself.

“Sorry- fuck- sorry it’s so hot-“

“I know, I’m hard too.”

Jimin admits, and Jeongguk’s breath hitches, pleasure spreading through his veins as his eyes travel over Jimin’s body, seeing the tent in his pants.

“So, I won’t make it a big deal if you won’t.”

Jimin says, slipping his hand under his waistband as well. Jeongguk is hypnotised by it, watching that familiar motion of Jimin’s hand moving up and down. He can’t fucking tear his eyes away.

If Jimin notices, he doesn’t mention it, he just gets back into the story where he left off.

“Her ass was so fucking tight..”

Jeongguk licks his lips, slowly getting back into it, touching himself at the same pace Jimin is touching himself. He really can’t believe this is happening, but he doesn’t want it to stop.

“You should try it- so much better than pussy.”

“Nngh.. yeah?”

“Yeah.. I used the wetness of her pussy as lube to fuck her ass.”

That’s so hot it’s just fucking illegal. Jeongguk throws his head back into the pillow with a high-pitched moan, picking up the pace of his hand.

“Fuck- Jimin- keep talking.”

“Mmh.. her ass sucked my cock in so well, it was so tight. She let me fuck her without condom, said she wanted me to come inside of her.”

“Ngh- fuck.”

Jeongguk turns to look at Jimin, finds the blonde’s eyes already fixated on him.

For a second, Jeongguk wonders if he's crossing a line, but Jimin is jerking himself off as well, panting softly, cheeks a little pink. And they’re not touching each other, so maybe this could still be seen as friendship..

“I didn’t last long.. it was too fucking hot.”

Jeongguk bites on his lower lip, nodding because he gets it, he wouldn’t have lasted at all.

“Did- did you come in her ass?”

“Yeah.”

Jimin picks up the pace of his hand, and Jeongguk can hear how fucking wet Jimin is. The sound is dirty, obscene, and he wants to see it so bad. He wonders what it looks like, Jimin’s cock all wet with precum, leaking, all messy.

“When I pulled out, fuck- when I pulled out I could see it.. running down over her pussy.”

Jeongguk can’t hold back the guttural moan falling from his lips, and he feels heat accumulate in the pit of his stomach, orgasm nearing.

“Oh- fuck, I’m gonna come Jimin- that’s so hot.”

“Ngh, it was- it was so fucking good. Want to do anal again so bad.”

Jimin pants, looking at Jeongguk with his pupils so wide they almost swallow his irises, eyeing over his body like he’s insinuating that he wants to fuck him.

Jeongguk’s eyes widen and he feels his muscles contracting, pleasure spreading through his veins, and with a few more strokes he bursts, loud moan filling the room.

“A-ah fuck-“

Come shoots over his hand, dirtying the inside of his underwear. All the while he’s still keeping eye contact with Jimin who comes only a few seconds after. His eyes roll back, head tilting back as his hips jerk into his hand.

It’s a fucking shame Jeongguk can’t see Jimin’s come spurt all over himself, hidden behind his pyjama pants, making him even more curious. Jimin moans prettily, rides out his orgasm slowly. Jeongguk keeps tugging on his cock until Jimin is completely spent, only then does he remove his hand from his pants.

They lie in silence for a while, both just panting, catching their breaths.

This was fucking insane. Jimin hasn’t been living here for a long time, and they’ve already compromised their bond. Jerking off in the same bed, looking at each other come.

After another minute, Jimin looks at him, lazy grin making it to his face, soft chuckle falling from his lips.

“Jesus Christ, that was hot.”

Jeongguk can’t even talk yet, he just nods, still evening his breathing.

“We should keep this in the daily schedule, don’t you think? Feels kind of like we’re bonding.”

Jimin says, as if this was a normal thing between friends.

Jeongguk doesn’t really have the strength to question it right now, so he just nods again.

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When he wakes up, Jimin isn’t in his bed. And for a minute he hopes the night before was just a dream. But when he lifts the covers and sees his underwear and pants cum-stained, that hope is short-lived.

He sits up, rubs over his forehead and sighs.

This is going to be a long day.

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“You two did what?”

“Sssh.”

Jeongguk looks around the café, sees no one look at them, and then turns back to Namjoon, who’s sitting there with a bewildered look on his face.

“I told you, it somehow escalated- but I’ll have to see him again tonight and I just don’t know what to do.”

“Well tell him.”

“Tell him what?”

“That you’re miserably in love with him?”

Jeongguk makes a face, then looks away, sipping from his coffee.

“Come on Jeongguk, you have to tell him. You can’t just keep circle jerking with him every night listening to his straight sex stories.”

At least Namjoon keeps his voice down this time around.

Jeongguk groans softly, hating that his friend is right. He can’t continue to pretend he doesn’t have feelings for Jimin if they’re really going to be doing this every night. It would only be a matter of time before he can't resist what’s right in front of him.

Then again, if he tells Jimin and it’s not reciprocated, everything’s gonna go to shit.

So he hangs his head.

“Can’t I just not tell him?”

“If you want to suffer internally, that’s your way to go.” Namjoon says. “But if you really don’t want to confess then you should at least tell him you’re not gonna jerk off with him every night. Just put that barrier back up.”

Ah, Namjoon is right.

It’s either one or the other. And confessing sounds like a pain in the ass, so, he’s just gonna tell Jimin no.

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But that doesn’t happen.

Because when Jimin crawls into his bed late at night, eyes twinkling, Jeongguk is reeling with the idea of jerking off together again.

“I was thinking, since I told you my hottest sexual encounter last time, you should tell yours this time.”

Jimin proposes.

Jeongguk eyes over Jimin, finds him in just a shirt and shorts this time. No pyjamas. It’s gonna be hell to keep his eyes off of him now.

“I’m- I’m not really good at talking.”

He says, traveling his eyes back up. Jimin gives him a sly smile, pretty lips stretching over his teeth.

“I’ll ask the right questions.”

Jeongguk swallows at the idea, already getting a little hot. Jimin is just as close as last time, if not closer. He can feel the heat radiate off of his body.

This is gonna be so fucking difficult.

“I- I don’t know where to start.”

“You don’t remember the best sex you ever had?”

Yeah, it happened just last night, but he can’t say that.

So he mulls it over, because with girls he’s not really had any mindblowing experiences. But he’s not sure Jimin wants to talk about guys. Though, Jimin knows he’s more into men, so it shouldn’t surprise him, but still..

“It- it was with a guy though.”

Jimin blinks once, then shrugs like that’s no big deal for him.

“Sex is sex. Where did you meet him?”

Okay, they’re doing this then. Even though he told Namjoon he wouldn’t.

Jeongguk takes a deep breath, gathers the courage that he's gonna need to be able to get through this night.

“Remember when I was on the rugby team?”

“Yeah.”

“He was also on it.”

Jimin quirks a brow, nods as if impressed.

“Tall? Broad?”

“No, he was shorter..”

Now that Jeongguk is recalling it, the guy shared great similarities with Jimin. Nice ass, pretty lips, though he was a bit stockier.

“What did you like about him?”

Jeongguk looks down, smiles to himself.

“Not much, just his ass. And he was a good player. We didn’t talk that much, really.”

Jimin looks quite intrigued, even though he’s not into men.

“How did you know he was gay?”

“Eye contact, I guess. Whenever I was changing I could feel his eyes run over my body.”

He doesn’t know if it’s on purpose, but Jimin’s eyes run over his body right after he says that, and it makes his heartbeat rise.

“You like that? When someone looks at you like you're a lust object?”

Jeongguk blinks at the question, feels that heat slowly starting to spread through his body.

“Yeah..”

Jimin hums, keeps eye contact. It’s too powerful, Jeongguk averts his gaze.

“What happened then? He asked you out?”

“No.” Jeongguk shakes his head, cheeks burning at the memory. “There was this silent competition between us. We didn’t want to be the first to give in.”

Jimin nods along slowly.

“That must get tough, when you both really want to fuck each other.”

“Yeah..” Jeongguk brushes his hair back, feels how he’s already getting a little sweaty. “It got worse and worse.”

“Did you get off to it?”

Jimin asks, tilting his head a bit.

Jeongguk doesn’t know what it is about that question, but it makes him lose his breath a little. Cause it.. kinda seems like Jimin is interested in that. In him jerking off..

“Mmh, all the time. I was so fucking horny I would get off at school.”

Jimin’s eyes glint a little, for whatever reason, and he leans in a bit closer.

“Yeah? Got so needy you needed to touch yourself in the bathroom?”

Jeongguk’s throat runs dry, but he nods regardless.

“That’s so cute..”

Jimin says, as if he’s endeared. Jeongguk feels his heartbeat pick up a bit.

“So, who broke first?”

“He did.” Jeongguk remembers the day well. “We were all showering after our last game. In a big communal shower, you know? No screens or anything between us.”

“Mmh.”

“All members got out one by one. Until it was just me and him left in there.”

Jeongguk still feels that tension in his stomach, remembers how he had just stood there, knowing the guy he’d been getting off to for months now was right next to him, naked.

Jimin is silent as well, completely immersed in the story.

“I could just.. feel him approach from behind. And then his hands were on my waist.”

He shudders at the memory, cock slowly getting hard.

“What did he do?”

Jimin asks, voice a little softer.

“Just.. touched my body.”

Jeongguk licks his lips, still feels those hands on him. Jimin takes a deep breath, like he’s getting affected too.

“Where- where did he touch you?”

“Everywhere..”

Jimin looks at him as if he’s dying with curiosity, cheeks a little more pink. Jeongguk bites his lip at the sight.

“He- he played with my nipples first.. they’re sensitive.”

“Mmh.”

Jimin nods slowly, repositions himself a few times like it’s getting difficult to just listen. Like he wants to touch himself but is holding back.

“I got really hard, needed to moan but our teammates were still out in the back.”

Jimin’s eyes widen a little, and his hand slides down to his shorts, cupping himself over the fabric. Jeongguk’s eyes involuntarily drag down towards it, and his mouth waters knowing he’s turning Jimin on.

“He kept whispering in my ear.. telling me how he wanted to fuck me, make me moan his name for everyone to hear.”

Jimin bites his lower lip as if to prevent sounds, but Jeongguk can still see his pupils dilate, can tell it’s doing something to him.

“And then he slid his hands down..” Jeongguk continues, moving his hand down to cup himself over his pants as well. “Took me in his hand, started jerking me off.”

Jimin moans softly this time around, and Jeongguk can’t believe he just did that. He just made Jimin moan by simply talking. Even better is when Jimin’s hand disappears behind his waistband, and he starts to slowly move his hand.

Jeongguk can’t help but watch the motion, copies Jimin’s movements, slides his hand into his underwear and curls a hand around his cock as well.

“Like- like this? Or faster?”

Jimin asks softly, making Jeongguk look up.

“Just like this, slowly. It was torture, honestly.”

Jimin nods, keeps stroking himself slowly, eyes running down to Jeongguk’s crotch then, watching him get off.

Fuck.

Jeongguk tries to hide his arousal, but feels the rush of heat run through his body just because Jimin is watching, making him pick up the pace.

“Mmh..”

Jimin moans softly, picking up the pace as well, making eye contact right after.

“What then? Tell me more.”

He sounds a little demanding, and Jeongguk gasps softly, enjoying that way too much.

“He pressed his front against my back.. could feel his- his cock press against my ass.”

“Fuck. How- how does that feel?”

Jimin asks, sounding way too curious for a straight guy.

Jeongguk is about to tell him it feels fucking amazing when he’s hit by the idea of taking it a step further. Maybe it’s because he’s horny, and his brain capacity isn’t at its fullest right now.

“Want me to do it to you? Like- with our clothes on I mean.”

Jimin freezes, panting softly at the request, eyes wide.

Fuck, that was a stupid idea. He’s about to apologise when Jimin nods.

“Yeah- I, yeah. Just- just to understand you better.”

Oh.

Jeongguk’s cock twitches at the idea, and he nods as well, perplexed that it worked.

“O-okay just, just turn around.”

Jimin listens immediately, turning on his other side, back towards Jeongguk. His shorts don’t leave anything to the imagination, accentuating those perky ass cheeks. Jeongguk’s mouth waters when he scoots closer, grabbing Jimin’s hip in his hand and slowly pressing his crotch against his ass.

He gasps, has half a mind not to start humping Jimin the moment he feels those soft cheeks against his cock.

Jimin moans, a little harder than he has until now, and his hand slowly starts moving again, jerking off to the feeling.

Holy shit.

He hooks his chin over Jimin’s shoulder, breathes out against his ear. They’ve never been this close before, and he’s gonna take everything he can for as long as it lasts.

“He didn’t jerk me off that fast.”

He whispers.

Jimin shudders, Jeongguk can feel it against his chest.

“Why don’t you show me how fast?”

Jeongguk’s eyes widen, and he wishes he could see Jimin’s facial expression to determine if that was a joke or not. But the silence that follows is unbearably thick, answering that question for him.

His heart beats out of his chest as he slides his hand down Jimin’s arm, following it all the way down, slipping underneath his waistband, until it’s resting on top of Jimin’s hand, which is still curled around his cock.

Holy shit, Jimin is actually letting him do this.

His cock twitches against Jimin’s ass, and he slowly guides Jimin’s hand through the motion, making him touch himself unbearably slow.

“Fuck- he touched you like this?”

“Yeah.. I begged him to pick up the pace, started fucking his hand at some point.”

Jimin groans softly, trying to pick up the pace but Jeongguk holds his wrist to slow him down. He can’t believe Jimin is even allowing him to do this, isn’t this 10 steps too far for friends? Not that he’s gonna start complaining; god fuck.

“What- what did he do then?”

Jimin asks, sounding so turned on.

“He just- he started to rut against me.”

Jimin stops moving mid-stroke, tensing up. Jeongguk swallows, his body begging him to do that exact thing.

“Fuck- that’s hot.” Jimin curses, like he can’t believe he actually thinks it’s hot. “He was just dragging his cock all over your ass?”

“Mmh..” Jeongguk hums, it sounds kind of like a moan. He turns his head a bit, brushes his nose right underneath Jimin’s ear, needing to be closer. “Want to know what that feels like?”

There's a short silence, but then Jimin nods.

“Yeah- I want to- want you to show me.” Jimin pants. “With- with clothes on though.”

It’s said as an afterthought, as some sort of excuse that the fabric between them represents the barrier they shouldn’t cross. Even though Jeongguk’s hand is an inch away from Jimin’s cock, and they’re already way past the line.

“Sure.”

Jeongguk breathes out, lips ghosting over Jimin’s neck as he starts to move.

Nothing could have prepared him for what it feels like to dry hump your crush. A soft groan falls from his lips as he rolls his hips up, dragging his clothed cock over Jimin’s ass cheeks. He feels precum leak from the head of his cock as he tries to push it a little deeper between them.

Jimin moans, starting to move his hand again, not letting Jeongguk adjust the pace anymore.

“Fuck- must feel so good without clothes.”

Oh god.

Is Jimin.. implying that he wants to do this naked?

Jeongguk nods frantically.

“So- so good. If you- if you want to we can try-“

“Yes.” Jimin agrees, rushing to push his shorts down, presenting his bare ass. “Just for the- for the experience.”

Jeongguk’s jaw drops at the sight, and he’s quick to get out of his pants and boxers as well, not letting this opportunity pass him by. His whole body is burning with arousal, eyes glazed over as he slowly closes the distance, watching his cock press snugly against Jimin’s crack.

He whimpers, leaning his forehead on Jimin’s shoulder, slowly starting to move. It’s difficult because it isn’t slick, but it’s still mindblowing.

Jimin gasps, pressing back against him, seemingly enjoying the feeling.

“So- that’s what it feels like.”

Jeongguk says softly, unable to stop moving. His mind is getting numb, he just wants to fuck Jimin into oblivion.

“It’s- it’s so hot- fuck- keep humping me.”

Jimin commands, and Jeongguk doesn’t have to be told twice. A guttural moan falls from his lips and he ruts against Jimin a little harder, pulling him closer.

“Mmh- keep talking- tell me what else he did.”

Jeongguk tries to clear his head, but he’s lost in the feeling, completely hypnotised by the sight of his cock against Jimin’s crack, spilling precum on his ass cheek.

“He- fuck. He pushed it against my rim.”

Jimin’s breath hitches, and Jeongguk knows he’s considering letting him do it.

“And then?”

Jeongguk swallows at the question, cheeks burning so hot.

“Fucked me with just the tip.”

Jimin moans, quite loudly, starts jerking off even faster.

“Ngh- Jeongguk-“

Oh god, Jimin just moaned his name. He’s never going to be able to forget that.

“Fuck- you just let him- you let him fuck you with just the tip while everyone was still in the locker rooms?”

“Yeah.” Jeongguk nods. “I was so horny, wanted him to just.. put it in already.”

“God fuck of course you did." Jimin groans. "Fuck I’m so jealous, bet you’re so tight.”

Jeongguk gasps, his body shuddering just at the thought of Jimin fucking him instead; of Jimin being jealous; Jimin wanting him.

“I’ll- I’ll let you fuck me tomorrow.. if I can have you now.”

He proposes, already pushing his cock further between Jimin’s cheeks, unable to pace himself. It’s fucking impossible to resist.

“Ngh fuck yes- wanna fuck you so bad.”

Jimin moans, the sound of his hand around his cock starting to get slick, like he’s leaking all over the place.

Jeongguk holds his breath as he guides his cock to Jimin’s rim, seeing red with desire as he rubs against it once.

Jimin’s breath hitches, and he looks over his shoulder. Only now can Jeongguk see the damage he’s done. Jimin’s face is red, ends of his blonde hair sticking to his face, eyes black with lust, lower lip swollen as if he’s been biting it.

“Can you do that again… slower?”

“Mmh.”

Jeongguk nods, bites his lower lip as he rubs the head of his cock slowly against Jimin’s rim, drawing menacing circles.

Jimin’s eyelids sink, pure pleasure spreading over his features, sinful lips opening just to moan his name.

Jeongguk can’t fucking help himself, he grabs Jimin’s chin, leans in and kisses him without a warning at all.

“Mm!”

Jimin moans in surprise, but doesn’t break the kiss. Instead he invites him, opens his mouth the instant their lips touch, and Jeongguk licks into his mouth, desperate to finally know what Jimin tastes like.

It’s kind of like soju, light and a little sweet, and Jeongguk’s eyes roll back at the feeling of Jimin’s tongue sliding against his own. His cock twitches, urging him to just press past Jimin’s rim and take him.

He whimpers into Jimin’s mouth, rubbing his cock over his rim a little harder, wetting it with his precum, putting pressure on it.

“F-fuck can I?”

He asks, breaking the kiss.

Jimin looks completely bewildered, touching his lips like he can’t believe they just kissed, but when the words seem to register he nods.

“Yeah- just the tip.“

Jeongguk feels his heart clench a little, didn’t think Jimin could look that cute.

“Mmh.”

He nods, pecking Jimin’s lips a few more times, not sure when or if he’ll be doing that again.

“If it hurts, tell me to stop.”

He whispers. Then he slowly pushes the head of his cock past Jimin’s rim, feeling that tight heat engulf him, and fuck-

Jimin gasps, hole clenching around him immediately. It's hot and tight and so fucking good, Jeongguk can't breathe.

“F-fuck Jimin don’t- don’t do that or I’m gonna-“

“A-ah!”

It’s Jimin who comes first, his body convulsing, hole clenching and unclenching around the head of Jeongguk’s cock, string of moans filling the room, head thrown back.

It’s the hottest sight Jeongguk has ever seen, and he feels heat accumulating in the pit of his stomach just because he’s seeing Jimin come, feeling his body shudder.

“Oh fuck- oh my god.”

He’s almost disappointed that he didn’t even get to fuck Jimin for longer, but when his orgasm hits he forgets all about it. Especially because he’s coming in Jimin’s ass, no protection at all between them. That thought just makes his vision turn white as he shallowly thrusts into Jimin, wave after wave of pleasure washing over him.

"Fuck- nghh Jimin-"

It's long and intense, and he feels like this is the most he's ever come in his life. When he’s completely spent, he wraps an arm around his waist and pulls Jimin close, nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck.

“Fuck..” Jimin pants softly, catching his breath. “I can’t believe we just..”

“Mmh.”

Jeongguk nods.

“We just- that was-“

“Yeah.”

“No but you don’t get it.”

Jimin turns around so he’s facing him. He looks so pretty after sex. His skin is glowing a little, a blissful glaze over his eyes, cheeks and nose a little pink, lips swollen and slick.

There’s some sort of shock in his expression, but a good kind. Jeongguk has known him for years, so he’s become pretty good at reading him. And the look he’s giving him now is.. like he just experienced the best orgasm of his life. Like an entirely new perspective has opened up.

“That was fucking incredible. And you didn’t even fuck me.”

Jeongguk feels his cheeks burn up, and he tries not to sound hopeful when he says:

“I.. I can fuck you for real next time..”

Jimin blinks, eyes scanning over his face, and then his eyebrows raise.

“Have you.. been wanting this?”

Oh oh.

Jeongguk freezes up, unable to come up with a lie. He quickly averts his gaze, because Jimin is good at reading him, too.

“N-no, not- I mean not like- actively.”

“What do you mean not actively?”

“Like- it’s not like I thought about it everyday.”

“So you have thought about it. You’ve been wanting to fuck me for longer than just today.”

Jeongguk coughs, uncomfortable with the subject, looking around the room, at anything but Jimin’s eyes.

“I mean- technically-“

Jimin grabs his chin and forces him to look at him.

“Technically what?”

Jeongguk feels his heart pounding, hammering against his chest as he looks from one eye to the other.

“Yeah- I.. I’ve been wanting it.”

He admits.

Jimin’s gaze softens a little, and then there’s a glint of curiosity.

“For.. for how long?”

Oh god..

He grabs Jimin’s wrist, because he can’t look him in the eyes when he says it.

“Kinda long.”

“How long?”

“A few years.”

Make that 5.

Jeongguk darts his eyes up, sees the genuine disbelief on Jimin’s face, and then the concern. So he is quick to brush it off.

“But- but like, not actively, so. It’s honestly no big deal-“

“Did you just want to fuck me, or is it more than that?”

Jeongguk clenches his jaw, feeling like an exposed nerve right now. He doesn’t even have to say it, because Jimin can tell from the silence.

“You have been crushing on me for years, and you never felt like you could just tell me?”

“Of course not. You’ve always been into girls.”

Jeongguk says softly.

Jimin huffs out a breath, cups his jaw, leans a little closer.

“Have you never noticed that I’m all over you? Every chance I get?”

Jeongguk’s eyes widen, and he looks at Jimin, from one eye to the other, a tingling sensation spreading through his body like wildfire.

“But that’s- that’s just- that’s just how you are with everyone.”

“Not to this extent. I cuddle you to sleep, I kiss your cheek when you let me. I want to sleep next to you even though I’m living with you.”

Jimin says, nudging his nose with his own.

Jeongguk can’t believe this is happening. He’s trying to even his breathing, but Jimin is confessing to him.

“I have never pursued you because you always push me away and you never reciprocate my touch, so I thought you didn’t like me back.”

Jimin explains.

Fuck.

Jeongguk’s hands start to sweat, and he slowly curls one around Jimin’s waist, needing to be closer.

“I- I like you so much. But since you’ve only ever talked about women I.. I thought I didn’t have a chance anyway.”

"Jeongguk.." Jimin says softly, shaking his head. “I’ve only been with other women because no man could ever live up to you. I don’t want a man if it’s not you.”

Jeongguk’s jaw drops at that, and he feels his heart explode, whole body erupting with love.

“Oh.”

Articulate.

He can’t even say anything else, he’s just gaping at Jimin, completely paralysed.

Jimin has the audacity to chuckle.

“My god, I can’t believe I never just asked you before. You’re a terrible liar, we wouldn’t have to have danced around each other for years.”

Jeongguk still doesn’t have anything to say, he’s just numb, or overwhelmed, or both at the same time.

Suddenly there’s way too much distance between them, and he can’t stand it a second longer. He curls his hand around the back of Jimin’s neck and pulls him in for a kiss.

“Mm!”

Fuck, he could have had this for years. He could have had Jimin.. It makes him so frustrated that he just rolls on top, pinning him down by his wrists.

“Woah- we just had sex-“

“I need to make up for it.”

Jeongguk whispers, biting softly in Jimin’s lower lip, kissing him again.

“Mm?”

“Could have had you for years, I need to make up for it.”

“Oh-“

He doesn’t let Jimin speak any longer, he needs to kiss him every second this night, just to make up for the lost time. Jimin smiles against his lips, kisses him back without arguing this time.

And for the remainder of the night, they’re completely lost in each other, not able to utter a single word.