When I said “fuck me” that was just figure of speech (Patreon)

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It’s unfair.

He’s kissed Jimin twice, once during spin the bottle in front of everyone, once in Jimin’s room, secretly, just to confirm his suspicion that it was really that good.

And now, all he’s doing is eyeing the door of Jimin’s room whenever he’s in the common space of the dorms.

He’s contemplating every night, what he should do, if he should go to Jimin again. It feels like losing, like giving in. But after the whole spin the bottle ordeal, kissing girls hasn’t felt the same. Jimin clouds his mind; his full lips, his waist, his scent.

“Dude, you have been unresponsive for like 10 minutes.”

Hoseok says.

Jeongguk takes his eyes off Jimin’s door, clears his throat.

“Sorry. Distracted. Think I’m gonna go to bed.”

“It’s 7 pm.”

“I’m tired.”

He lies, stands up , casts another glance over at Jimin’s room.

Hoseok notices, follows the direction of his eyes and then looks back at him.

“Don’t tell me you’re fucking Jimin?”

“Sssh.”

Jeongguk stresses, looking around the common room to check if anyone heard that.

“I.. just wanna get him back for saying that I’m bad at kissing in front of everyone.”

Hoseok hums softly.

“How are you gonna do that?”

“Don’t know yet.” He shrugs. “I’ll figure it out later.”

He says, then walks off to his room, closes the door behind him.

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On his bed he contemplates for another half an hour, but he can’t fight the feeling. So he checks the common room, tiptoes over to Jimin’s, knocks on the door.

Jimin opens it, not surprised in the slightest to see him again. He wordlessly lets him in, closes the door and waits.

Jeongguk puts his hands in his pockets and looks around the room, awkwardly lets the silence stretch between them. Nerves start to spread through his body, and when his eyes land on Jimin again, he clears his throat.

“So.. how are you doing lately?”

“Oh, fuck me. Don’t pretend you’re not here for another kiss.”

Jimin says, folds his arms as he leans his back against the door, that knowing look in his eyes.

Jeongguk swallows, looks down at his feet, cheeks burning up a bit. He looks back up, no excuse ready so he just sighs.

“I just- I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“Oh really? Thought I just heard you say to Hoseok that you want to get back at me.”

Jimin says, nods his head towards the common rooms.

Fuck, the walls are thin.

“That was a lie. I didn’t want Hoseok to know that I..”

He trails off, but Jimin raises a brow.

“That you..?”

He averts his gaze.

“That I want to kiss you.”

God, that’s embarrassing.

Jimin huffs out a breath, but then pushes himself off the door, walks closer to him.

“So predictable. Notorious playboy gets one taste of a guy and can’t function anymore.”

“Shut up.”

That’s his best comeback.

Jimin snorts softly, grabs Jeongguk’s wrist and takes him to sit on his bed.

That’s different than last time. Last time he had just kissed Jimin against the door, only for a minute or so before Jimin’s roommate came home.

He’s nervous, sitting on Jimin’s bed. It feels like it could escalate, like Jimin wants more than a kiss. When that happens he’ll just say no. He’s here for a kiss, not for any type of dick touching or even worse, ass play.

Just one kiss and then he’ll be off to his own room again, just like last time.

“No funny business. Just a kiss, Park.”

“Of course.”

Jimin promises, tangles his arms around Jeongguk’s neck, tilts his head prettily.

His eyes travel down to Jimin’s lips and he almost groans, so fucking blessed he can kiss him again.

Jimin closes the distance, kisses him slowly, like they have all the time to explore. Jeongguk moans softly just at the first contact, immediately fists his hand in Jimin’s fluffy hair.

It’s unfair, that Jimin’s lips are softer than any girl’s, that they slot between his own just right, that he tastes so sweet it’s addictive. Jeongguk gets lost in it, opens his mouth, meets Jimin’s tongue in the middle.

Warmth spreads through his body, along with a rush of something he’s never felt before, and he pulls on Jimin’s hair, licks into his mouth to savour the taste.

God, it’s so good. Jimin kisses him so fucking good. He’s dominant, yet lets him experiment; so he bites gently on Jimin’s plush lower lip, sucks on his tongue, licks over the seam of his lips.

Jimin moans softly then, makes Jeongguk’s eyes fly open, heartbeat in his throat.

He sounds amazing. So fucking erotic, for lack of better words. Jeongguk gets a little breathless, tries to make Jimin make another sound, repeating the same motions until he elicits an even louder moan out of him.

Oh fuck.

That’s hot.

His body breaks out in sweat, cock twitching in his pants, mind starting to get numb. He pulls on Jimin’s hair a little harder, his other hand curling around Jimin’s waist to pull him closer.

Jimin gets the message, climbs on top of him just like that one time during spin the bottle, straddles his lap. Jeongguk moans softly, nods in satisfaction as he runs both his hands over Jimin’s back.

Jimin pulls on his hair, delves his tongue even deeper into his mouth. This time around, Jeongguk can’t help but moan, tries to keep up with Jimin’s demanding pace, but it proves difficult.

He’s breathless, his hands run down Jimin’s back, until they reach the curve of his ass, and his body goes auto-pilot; cupping Jimin’s ass cheeks like he usually would if a girl was straddling him.

Only, Jimin has a better ass than any girl he’s been with. He gasps, breaks the kiss and squeezes Jimin’s cheeks just to double check.

This can’t be fair. Who decided to bless Jimin with lips like that, and an ass like this?

Jimin pays it no mind, doesn’t even bat his hands off, he just sinks right back into the kiss, lets Jeongguk squeeze, touch, play with his ass, never objects. It’s just that his moans become louder, sometimes he even whimpers, and Jeongguk is aroused beyond measure.

It’s in the midst of this delirium that he plants Jimin on his back on the mattress, and settles between his legs. Because the kiss isn’t enough anymore, he needs more, needs to have Jimin.

His mind shuts off, body taking over as he grinds down against Jimin, muscle memory kicking in. He groans softly as he licks over Jimin’s lips, enjoys the sound of those moans getting more desperate.

“Ngh-“ Jimin breaks the kiss, a little out of breath. “when I said fuck me that was just a figure of speech Jeon.”

He blinks a few times, looks at their position, then snaps out of it.

Shit, this wasn’t supposed to happen.

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