Straight Until Proven Gay (kissing doesn’t count) • Chapter 7 • 5.2K (Patreon)

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It seems getting a tattoo doesn’t really help with feeling better, but the small moment of happiness and the pain of the needle is somehow distracting enough from the fact that Jimin told him he means nothing to him.

So that’s good.

Going out with Hoseok later also kind of distracts his mind from it, just pour in some alcohol and don’t think about anything at all. That is until he’s lost Hoseok, like he always does when they go out.

And then he just stands somewhere alone, buzzed, empty.

He’s about to make an awkward beeline to the bar when Hoseok returns with a girl. He recognises her, kissed her once about a month ago. Wasn’t she in the volleyball team?

She recognises him too, by the way she smiles at him, immediately pulling him close to dance. Ah right, it’s her. He remembers her legs, remembers their kiss, remembers Jimin’s eyes locking with his own.

Right.

He looks over her shoulder to see Hoseok make a gesture for him to get it on, before he disappears into the crowd.

He’s lucky he’s absolutely smashed, otherwise he would have been far too shy to dance. At least like last time, she doesn’t mind, doesn’t talk at all really, just dances with him, grinds against him.

It’s all kind of a big blur, but he ends up taking her home a few hours later, barely able to put his key in the lock of his door. It opens without him having to, almost hits him in the face.

Jimin walks out, eyes looking a bit puffy. Jeongguk is in no state to really notice, but somehow he does, and he stares.

“Jeon.”

Jimin says then, just as acknowledgement, before averting his gaze.

“Blondie.”

Jeongguk drawls, looking at Jimin’s hair, roots already turned black again.

Jimin looks between the both of them, then turns to her.

“Just so you know, his last girlfriend had to find other guys to feel satisfied. So don’t get your hopes up.”

Oh.

Jimin is in that type of mood.

Jeongguk feels shame rush through his veins, doesn’t dare to look at her reaction.

“Isn’t that what’s tearing your relationship apart?”

It’s a low-blow, but he can’t help it. Jimin always pushes the wrong buttons.

Jimin clenches his jaw and steps closer to him.

“Unlike you, I actually put my love and care into relationships.”

Oh, that’s just cruel.

The girl steps in, tries to say something.

“If- if you guys don’t mind I’m just gonna leave-“

“But how can I blame you? You never really were loved and cared for by mommy-“

“Shut the fuck up Park.”

Jeongguk pulls him close by his collar, has quite a hard time refocusing because of the alcohol. All he sees is a blurry satisfied smirk on Jimin’s lips. He’s a fucking demon.

“Does Taehyung know about that mouth of yours?”

He doubts it, Taehyung never talks about how fucking mean Jimin is. Never talks about how he presses all of his weak spots.

Jimin leans into him even closer.

“He knows all about this mouth of mine..”

Oh.

Oh.

Heat licks at his face when he thinks about what Jimin’s mouth is capable of, and he can’t help but look at them. Plump, beautiful, soft pink lips, just an inch away from his own.

Fuck.

His heartbeat picks up, hands getting sweaty, he can’t muster a single thing. He feels Jimin’s every exhale of breath against his lips, can’t put any distance between them.

“Oh..” Jimin whispers, lips stretching into a smirk. “Are you a little curious?”

Yes.

Jeongguk swallows, can’t move an inch. It gets even worse when Jimin tilts his head, lips almost brushing against his own.

Oh fuck.

His eyes close in anticipation, fire spreading through every vein of his body, suddenly short of breath.

Just a little closer.

“You must be so deprived, hm?”

A hand runs up his waist, slowly towards his chest, burns everything in its path.

“Can’t take a girl home, so your best friend’s boyfriend will do.”

“Jimin.”

“Do you think about it late at night?” Jimin’s hand trails down his body slowly, comes at a stop just above the waistband of his pants. “What my mouth can do?”

Countless of images of plump pink lips stretched around his cock fill his mind, makes all blood rush down his body. Soft pants leave his mouth as he feels himself get hard just at the thought of it.

He wants Jimin to suck his dick. Wants him to sink through his knees right here, and blow him like he deserves.

Nothing remotely logical is able to come out of his mouth, he’s completely defeated, mouth running dry at the thought of finally getting what he wants.

His phone buzzes then, hard and loud, startles him out of his daze.

Fuck.

He quickly lets go of Jimin’s collar, steps back so he can breathe in properly. Jimin seems taken aback as well, averts his gaze and clears his throat.

He looks at his phone then, sees that Taehyung is calling him.

Oh fuck.

Oh this is bad.

“Hey Tae.”

“Hey, where are you? Thought you were home?”

“I’m- I went out- I’m almost home.”

He lies, looking at their front door. His heart is beating in his throat.

“Okay, how drunk are you? I want to talk to you about something.”

“Uh.. very drunk.”

“But you’ll remember it?”

“Definitely.”

He’s never quite felt so sober after drinking this much.

“Alright, see you in a bit then.”

“Yeah.”

He hangs up the phone, lump in his throat.

Jimin just stands there, looking at the ground, arms crossed. Jeongguk doesn’t know what the fuck he’s supposed to do, has no idea what to say in this situation.

Maybe not saying anything is the best course of action. Wasn’t Jimin leaving anyway?

He makes his way to the front door, doesn’t spare Jimin a second glance as he makes it inside.

———————

“We broke up.”

Yeah, even if Jeongguk was blackout drunk, he wouldn’t have forgotten that.

Taehyung looks like he’s cried, but not like he’s sad, and suddenly he gets Jimin’s puffy eyes as well.

“Like- like just now?”

“Yeah, Jimin left about 5 minutes ago.”

Jeongguk swallows, ears still hot from the encounter outside, heart still beating in overdrive. When he looks at Taehyung he feels guilty, so fucking guilty for all of the thoughts that spiralled through his head just minutes ago.

He’s a fucking bad friend. He’s the fucking worst.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“No- no. I’m just shocked.”

“Well, it’s alright. We’ve talked and it’s a mutual decision. I just wanted you to know.”

Taehyung says.

He can’t muster a single thing to say. All that spins around in his mind is how he just- how Jimin- what just happened outside, right after the two of them broke up.

What the fuck.

He forces himself to chill, breathe in and out deeply and rationalise it.

Nothing happened, nothing actually happened. He was angry, Jimin was pressing his buttons in every way, and the things Jimin said- that was just- that was just some post break-up shit. Didn’t he tell him that before? When he feels his absolute worst he just wants meaningless sex, wants someone who he doesn’t give a shit about.

So there’s nothing to worry about. And it’s not something Taehyung should have to know. It’s not something anyone has to know.

Taehyung waves a hand in front of his eyes, makes him snap out of it.

“I’m- I’m sorry. I’m glad you’re handling it well.”

Man, that was a lame thing to say. Taehyung takes it though, shrugs and nods.

“Mmh. I mean, that’s what I wanted. To not be so attached that I’d break down if we ever broke up. Of course I’m sad, but I think it’s good for us.”

Jeongguk nods, understands half of it because he’s still trying to rationalise every thought, still trying to convince himself that there’s nothing going on.

“You’re drunk huh?”

Taehyung chuckles softly, grabs him by his shoulder.

“I’m very drunk.”

That’s a good excuse. Too drunk to remember it in the morning. Maybe he should drink a few more to make sure he forgets anything past leaving the club.

“We can drink if you want to? Break-up drinking is our usual go to.”

He proposes.

“Yeah, actually, let’s drink a few.”

Taehyung agrees.

———————

It’s about 6 beers in that Taehyung starts to go a little deeper into the subject.

“Jimin just- he just doesn’t share what he’s thinking. I always have to pull it out of him. He can be such a.. diva? For lack of better words.”

Oh, he knows all about it. The petty fights, the way Jimin rolls is eyes, needs to have the last word.

“It’s hot sometimes, but it’s also high-maintenance.”

“But that’s not why you broke up, right?”

“No. God no. It was multiple things. Hoseok and I.. we get along so well, and Jimin just always kind of retreated. In the beginning he wouldn’t mind it so much, but then whenever I even mentioned Hoseok, he got distant.”

Taehyung sips from his beer, crease between his brows.

“I mean.. he told me just today that it reminded him of a situation he’s been in with his ex. He’s never talked about that before, so how would I know?”

Jeongguk blinks at the ceiling, pretty sure he’s heard that story before though. The very first time he got drunk with Jimin, wasn’t it? They talked about that. That his ex kept sleeping with the same guy and then eventually cut it off?

“All I knew is that his ex was a dick, but not that he had a similar situation going on.”

“That’s weird.”

“A little right?”

Jeongguk nods. It’s weird that that’s the second time he knows something about Jimin that Taehyung doesn’t.

“Have you met his parents?”

Taehyung shakes his head.

“That was also a thing. Sometimes it felt like he didn’t want to show me off as his boyfriend. I asked him many times if I could come introduce myself but he said no.”

Jeongguk rubs his temples as he sees Mr. Park in his mind, smiling at him. How many times Taehyung must have had class from him too, not even knowing that that’s Jimin’s dad.

Why does Jimin tell him things like that, but not Taehyung? It doesn’t make sense.

“Also, we fought a lot about such petty things. He feels more like someone I’ve known my whole life than a boyfriend.”

“Like a married couple.”

“Exactly.”

Jeongguk does smile faintly at that, a little endeared by the idea.

“And I still feel like I can’t miss him, you know? I feel like we were supposed to meet, and I want to keep him in my life.”

“Mm.”

Jeongguk nods.

“Also, sorry if it’s too much, but sometimes you know, during sex..”

Taehyung starts, pausing to take another large sip. Jeongguk readjusts on the couch, gets a little restless. He doesn’t want to remember this conversation in the morning.

“Like, he could be loving and caring sometimes, but overall he likes it kind of rough.”

Jeongguk’s knee jerks up slightly, heat spreading from his gut through his body. His throat runs dry as he clenches his hand a little tighter around his beer. When he notices Taehyung looking at him to see if he’s listening, he gives a quick nod, ears burning up.

Don’t think about it.

“And it’s not like I didn’t like it, but I think there should be a balance. Sometimes Jimin would be heavy into the degrading or humiliation you know? And I can be sensitive.”

He bites his cheek, taps his foot nervously. One more sip and his beer is already done, so he has to conjure some sort of reaction. He opens his dry lips, stutters a bit.

“You- you’re- or Jimin- He wanted to be degraded?”

“No, he did the degrading. Did I never tell you that? He’s quite dominant.”

Don’t think about it.

“Mmh.”

He barely pulled off that hum. Sounded almost like a moan.

“And I like dominant types. But some days it was just a little much..”

“I get that.”

He says, though he doesn’t. He’s never really had someone dominate him in that way.

“Who.. who of you.. you know?”

“What?”

Taehyung tilts his head in curiosity.

Yeah, what the fuck is he trying to ask?

He swallows thickly, mouth so dry his tongue feels like sandpaper against his palate.

“Who tops?”

He doesn’t look at Taehyung when he asks, thinks he might look a little eager.

“We switched. But I think I topped more.”

Jeongguk twists his hand around his beer bottle slowly, looks in front of him as he imagines it. Recalls peachy looking butt cheeks under the shower.

“Anyway, I know it’s a minor thing, but we just had different preferences in bed.”

“Mm.”

He nods, entire body on edge.

“I just think that we work well in a lot of ways, but I’m too emotional where he’s too distant. You know?”

Jeongguk keeps nodding. He keeps humming and nodding after that too, listens to Taehyung attentively, even when he repeats himself more than a few times. Another hour passes, and he hopes to feel his eyelids sinking soon, but it doesn’t happen.

Even when they both go to bed, his eyes are wide open. He stares at the ceiling for what feels like an eternity.

He’s breathing in and out so deeply, yet sleep never comes. Even though he feels like he’s sinking into the mattress, body too heavy to lift a finger, sleep never comes.

And he knows why.

Because when he blinks he feels Jimin’s breath ghost over his lips. When he blinks he sees those long, enticing legs clad in black skinny jeans. When he blinks his mind clouds with images of plump lips around his cock.

He looks at the ceiling until his eyes are bloodshot.

Soft, peachy cheeks, sitting down on his face.

Open your eyes.

Giving Jimin the rough, hard sex that he craves, finally releasing all that bottled rage he holds towards him.

Open your eyes.

Jimin on top of him, riding him in the volleyball changing rooms.

“Fuck.”

He turns to lie on his stomach, doesn’t want to be able to reach down and touch himself. He doesn’t deserve it, can’t face himself if he does.

Still, there’s that voice. That little voice in the back of his head that tells him: it’s okay now.

And it’s not, it is absolutely not okay.

They broke up, you’re free to think about it.

But he isn’t. It isn’t okay. Even if Jimin wasn’t Taehyung’s ex, it would still not be okay. He’s never thought about a man in general, let alone someone he dislikes with a passion. Someone who keeps getting under his skin, saying the meanest things.

It doesn’t make any sense.

So he bites his pillow in frustration, tries to fall asleep while his thoughts torture him. Catches himself rutting against the sheets more than a few times during the night, but he never grants himself release.

He doesn’t deserve it. He doesn’t want to be someone he hates.

———————

When he sees Jimin at volleyball training the next day, he’s completely hungover, feeling his absolute worst. He’s not sure if he should say anything about the breakup, doesn’t feel like it would be right.

Jimin, though, seems to like to kick him when he’s down.

“You look like you’ve drunk your worries away.”

He did actually. Doesn’t remember much from the night, that’s always a good thing.

“You should try it. Might make you look less sour.”

He says, then smashes a ball over the net quite hard, it lands just over the line.

“That was out.”

Jimin states, just for the sake of being an annoying twat.

“I could see that.”

“Really? I can’t tell if your eyes are open.”

So petty, so useless. He should just ignore it, be the better person, and not indulge in this bullshit. He walks over to the other side of the court to grab his ball, breathes in deeply.

“You know, drinking won’t make you straight.”

Jimin says when he’s caught up, not too loudly, but still alarmingly in the open.

Jeongguk whips his head towards Jimin, sees him look back with an impassive face, like he’s already established it as a fact. He quickly glances around if anyone is looking at them, then pulls Jimin by his wrist a little farther off of the court.

“What the fuck are you saying?”

“Just giving you a head’s up.”

“First of all, I am straight-“

“questionable.”

“Second of all, I was drinking with Taehyung because you guys broke up.”

Jimin yanks his hand out of his grip.

“Aren’t you glad we did? Now you can finally think about my mouth on your cock without a guilty conscience.”

Jeongguk’s breath hitches, and his jaw drops at the vulgarity.

“You’ve- you’ve got to be delusional to think that I’d ever want that.”

Jimin’s eyes light up, and he cocks his head.

“Yeah? You almost kissed me yesterday, I don’t think I’m that far off.”

“You almost kissed me. I was taking a girl home and you humiliated me in front of her.”

“What was her name?” Jimin asks, raising a brow.

For some reason he didn’t see that question coming. His jaw snaps shut and he’s trying to recall the events before he took her home but he can’t remember if she even said it.

Jimin waits, gives him time. The longer it stretches the more embarrassing it becomes. And when he can’t muster an answer, Jimin asks another.

“What do I smell like?”

Waterlilies, orange blossoms.

A blush creeps up his neck because of how easily that came to him. He doesn’t even remember when he registered that, when did he ever smell Jimin?

“I don’t know.”

He lies.

“Uhu.”

Jimin doesn’t believe him.

“Guys? Volleyball? It’s a sport you might have heard of?” Hoseok calls from the other side of the court.

Jeongguk gets a ball thrown against the back of his head and he gladly turns around and leaves the conversation with Jimin behind.

———————

He’s slowly going insane really. Just thinking about the past weeks gives him a headache. The only slight hope he had was that Jimin wouldn’t be around so much now that Taehyung and him broke up.

Wrong.

Jimin is over possibly even more than he used to be. Jeongguk has never believed the “let’s just be friends, we’ll work better” thing, but what a joy, he’s been proven wrong.

So he spends most his time in his room, doesn’t want to be confronted with Jimin, nor think about whatever the fuck happened between them outside. And that entire waterlilies and orange blossoms thing.

He comes to the realisation he hasn’t been to the gym in a while, and maybe he needs a good distraction, maybe he’ll feel better once he’s exercised, won’t be so on edge anymore.

———————

Lo and behold, Park Jimin goes to the same fucking gym.

Great.

He makes a beeline to the bench press, doesn’t want Jimin to notice he’s there. And then he just sits there for a while, head in his hands.

He sighs deeply, then just starts his chest workout. Fully emerged, headphones in. On his last rep, his arms get a little shaky. He tries to push it up one more time, has to give it his all.

Someone helps him, lifts the bar for him.

He doesn’t have to look to know it’s Jimin. There’s something about his aura. He can always sense Jimin is around, some type of voodoo.

He takes out an earphone, looks up at Jimin, towering above the bench he’s lying on. He’s wearing a loose shirt and shorts, Jeongguk can look up them from down here. He quickly turns his head, coughing awkwardly.

“You shouldn’t do these without a spotter.”

Jimin scolds, dead serious.

“Well, I’m so lucky to have you here then.”

He says as he sits up, grabbing his towel and water.

Jimin walks around the bench press, nods at it.

“I’ll do some chest exercises too, so I can monitor-“

“No thanks.”

He came here to have a Jimin-detox, not to spend even more time with him. Besides, they haven’t had a civil conversation in quite some time.

Jimin shrugs.

“Alright. If you do suffocate under a bar, just know I’m happy to see you go.”

“I’ll keep it in mind.”

He says, walking away to the incline bench press.

Jimin walks past him, and Jeongguk’s eyes drag down to his exposed legs, long and enticing. His ass gets accentuated quite well in those shorts too. When Jeongguk looks around, he finds that he isn’t the only one who notices.

He bites his cheek, pokes his tongue in it when he sees a guy staring at Jimin for quite a while.

It’s none of his business.

He breathes in deeply, tries to refocus on his exercise. From his peripheral, he sees the guy walk up to Jimin, nudging him and smiling and laughing about something Jeongguk can’t hear.

Not that he cares. Jimin and Taehyung just broke up anyway so it isn’t like Jimin is looking for-

Why is he grabbing his phone?

Is Jimin really giving that guy his number?

Jeongguk blinks, sees Jimin laugh at some joke the guy made. And he’s faced with the fact that Jimin has never laughed around him quite like that. It’s rare to see him smile.

Some weird feeling hits him out of nowhere, and he stares with his big dark brown eyes at how the two of them seem to get a long so well.

Jimin catches his gaze then, seems quite smug.

It makes Jeongguk clench his hands around the bar. He doesn’t care. Jimin can do whatever he wants. He’s broken up now, Taehyung is fine with it, they’re friends, it’s all good. Nothing to get worked up about.

Jimin feels the guy up.

It’s made to look subtle, just a friendly rub over his arm, just a friendly squeeze in his bicep.

Jeongguk’s knee jerks up.

jealousy.

He forces himself to work out, but every now and then his eyes wander over to Jimin, who’s engaged in conversation still. Who’s touching the guy way too much. And the guy isn’t even all that. Sure he’s got muscles, but that’s all.

When Jimin catches his gaze for a second time, he feels embarrassed. He quickly walks over to somewhere a little out of sight.

Ah, exercising is not relaxing at all. No matter what he does, he keeps feeling the urge to look over. He keeps feeling that knot in his stomach when he sees the two of them work out together.

He finishes his workout an hour later, but it isn’t satisfying as usual. Sweat prickles over his back, his hair which has grown out a little sticks to his face and it annoys him, just like the slight muscle ache in his shoulder, just like his dry throat.

When he gets to the changing rooms he sighs, doubts if he should skip the showers, go straight home, like he’s been doing at volley too lately. But he doesn’t feel like going home yet, knows Taehyung will be giving him puppy eyes to make dinner and he’s not in the mood.

So he undresses, grabs a towel and heads to the showers.

“Mhm- fuck.”

Oh.

That sounds like Jimin.

“Can’t you take more? Thought you said you knew how to suck cock.”

That is Jimin.

His light voice has a raspier edge, but it’s still so distinctive, Jeongguk recognises it blindly. He’s not yet made it around the corner, stands still just behind the wall with his heart in his throat.

Wet, succulent noises and light choking sounds echo through the showers, and he can barely breathe. His body lights on fire, blood rushing up to his cheeks.

A public bathroom for god’s sake.

He hears the sound of someone spitting, thinks that maybe it’s over, maybe the guy has just spit Jimin’s come out.

“Look at me when I spit in your mouth.”

Oh.

Jeongguk covers his mouth, feels his face getting hot. He suddenly remembers the conversation he had with Taehyung. About how Jimin can be dominant and degrading, how it could be a bit much for him.

“Open up wider.”

He thinks he understands it better now.

Why is it so hot?

He just stands there like an idiot, knowing he should just leave it be, walk away.

It’s just..

“I’m gonna fuck your mouth now.”

Jeongguk hears choking sounds, followed by the rhythmic wet squelch of a cock thrusting into mouth repeatedly.

He’s not listening in, he just wants to shower. They’re doing this in public, it’s not his fault that he happens to overhear it.

That’s right, he overhears it, how Jimin’s moans get raspier with each thrust, how he swears under his breath.

“Ah-ah, no touching. Keep your hands behind your back.”

Jeongguk feels his heartbeat pound in his throat, feels how his cock twitches in interest.

That’s..

that’s just because he hasn’t had sex in a while. Anything could make him hard at this point.

He shamefully leans a little closer to the wall, tries to hear it better. Overhear. Accidentally.

“G-gonna come.”

Jeongguk holds his breath, ear almost lying flat against the wall, cock completely hard against his stomach. Jimin is losing rhythm, thrusting erratically into the guy’s mouth.

“F-fuck- fuck.”

The moan that leaves Jimin’s lips is loud and sinful, sends shivers down Jeongguk’s spine.

“Swallow for me.”

The guy whines in protest, doesn’t seem to want to swallow.

“What was that?” Jimin asks, voice so light yet so dominant.

The guy makes the same sound, a little softer.

Jeongguk knows he’s been accidentally overhearing a little too long now, but he can’t fucking move.

“Oh.” Jimin chuckles softly. “You’re gonna swallow my come.”

The demand has Jeongguk biting his lip to cover a sound.

“If you spit it out I’ll make you lap it up from the floor. Would you like that?”

Fuck.

This is better than any porn he’s watched. Embarrassed to the core he listens to Jimin’s lewd remarks, wonders what it’s like to be dominated like that. Wonders why he’s never been more experimental with sex.

He hasn’t had much girlfriends, and sex has always been a chore to him. Porn had been somewhat similar. He watches girls on girls like any other guy, sometimes straight porn, nothing too out of the ordinary.

So hearing things like this, he can’t imagine what he’s missed out on. Doesn’t think he’s ever met a girl who’s mouthy quite like that. Quite like Jimin.

“See, that wasn’t too hard, hm?”

Oh fuck, they’re almost done.

Jeongguk swallows thickly, shamefully tiptoes back to the changing rooms. He quickly gets dressed, unshowered and all, and leaves before Jimin can see the damage he’s done.

———————

When he gets home his heart is still beating in his throat. He is scared to think, mind raging with all kinds of contradictions.

He locks himself in his room, grabs his phone in a hurry. Needs to proof something to himself, needs to validate that he hasn’t changed. That getting hard listening to Jimin was just because he’s extremely sex-deprived, and has nothing to do with guys.

He types in pornhub blindly, looks through the videos with big guilty eyes. He clicks on one randomly, gets flashed by big boobs immediately.

His teenage self would have gotten hard at simply typing the name of the site, but it doesn’t do much for him anymore. He hasn’t watched porn in a while, and it’s becoming clear why.

The way the two women on his screen touch each other does nothing for him, it’s almost foreign to him. He can’t relate to it, can’t relate to what it feels like.

So he clicks through other videos, at least something straight so there’s someone he can relate to. He has high hopes, because even though he’s not in the mood he really wants to prove that he isn’t losing his fucking mind.

So he kicks his pants off, curls a hand around his soft cock, plays with it as he stares blankly at the video. The guy has a woman tied up and blindfolded for him, while he strokes himself in front of her face.

“I’m gonna fuck your mouth now baby.”

A shiver runs down his spine as he watches, but it’s only because it reminds him of Jimin.

He quickly clicks the video away, cheeks burning as he goes to the search bar.

Degrading, humiliation, blowjob, throatfucking, public showers, dirty talk

No video compares. He hates the way guys dominate women, doesn’t like to see it. He wants to see a guy take it, wants to see a guy on his knees, getting dominated, taking a cock in his mouth.

he feels utterly ashamed and defeated when he goes back to the search bar.

Guy blowing another guy

Pornhub suddenly shortcuts, a big blue mark now next to the name of the site stating: gay. It’s like a fucking welcome stamp. A slap in the face: welcome to gay pornhub. You are gay.

Honestly, for anyone who tries to be discreet this has to be the worst experience.

Jeongguk feels like a bucket of ice water has just been thrown over him. Sadly, it doesn’t stop him. He’s made it all the way to gay pornhub, he’s not backing down now.

With burning ears he scrolls through the videos. There’s one called twink fucking another twink’s mouth whatever the hell twink means. The thumbnail looks better than what he’s seen so far, so he clicks on it.

This is illegal. He tells himself as he decides to hide under the covers. Because under the covers no one can see that he’s watching gay porn on gay pornhub.

He watches with big eyes as one guy wraps his lips around the other’s cock. He’s got quite a nice mouth, pretty lips.

That’s the first time he feels his cock twitch in interest.

He bites on his cheek nervously as he keeps watching, hoping it will turn him off, hoping it will make him realise he’s just going insane. But the longer the video goes on, and the harder the guy fucks the other’s mouth, the more he realises he can’t look away.

His cock stands straight up against his stomach, demanding attention as he watches how one guy spits on the other guy’s cock.

Even worse is when one of the guys stands up so they can press their cocks together and jerk them off at the same time. Jeongguk’s eyes are wide open, drool spilling from his mouth as he watches how wet and inviting it looks.

He accidentally starts touching himself, watches how the heads of their cocks rub against each other. Precum spills out and one guy uses it as lube to slick up their shafts.

“Mmh.”

Jeongguk covers his mouth, catches himself moaning and touching himself and he feels so ashamed. He quickly locks his phone, forbids himself to look any longer.

But he can’t stop touching himself.

He bites on his tongue as he stares at the blank ceiling, pleasure building in his gut.

When he comes, there’s only one guy on his mind.

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