Straight Until Proven Gay (kissing doesn’t count) • Chapter 11 • 5.3K (Patreon)

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It’s not like he has feelings for Jimin. He’s never had feelings for men.

Then again, he hasn’t had much feelings for women either. But at least there were some.

His last conversation with Hoseok keeps running through his head. No matter how hard he tries to tell himself he kissed Jimin because he passed for a woman, something about it doesn’t feel quite right.

And it’s not like he has feelings for Jimin in any sense, but.. there is something.

For example, legs.

It’s not gay to like someone’s legs, right? Legs are legs. It doesn’t have to do with gender. They’re just there, and Jimin happens to have very, outrageously pretty legs.

Especially when he manspreads on the bench in the locker rooms after training. Though that’s absolutely not what Jeongguk is looking at. Couldn’t catch him looking at Jimin’s legs. He never does that.

Besides, Jimin is still mourning, it would be indecent to think such things right now. So he isn’t, is absolutely not staring at the way Jimin’s volley shorts stretch around his thighs and-

“Enjoying yourself Jeon?”

Fuck.

Jeongguk looks up, meets Jimin’s tired eyes. He clears his throat and desperately searches for an excuse, hopes he won’t turn red.

“Sorry, I was just thinking I bumped into you last time, how is your leg doing?”

Good. Good cover.

Jimin blinks.

“It’s getting better, but I feel it now, after working out or practice it starts hurting.”

“Ah.”

Jeongguk nods, watches how Jimin gently squeezes his own thigh, then his shin to relief some pain while he sucks in a sharp breath.

That’s not good.

“You shouldn’t overdo it, movement is good but too much might just stress it more. Also, you should massage upwards.”

Jimin looks at him like he’s not sure how to respond, and Jeongguk feels a little awkward for having said such a helpful thing. It’s uncharacteristic for them to be this civil.

“Oh.”

That’s all Jimin can muster, then tries to follow his instructions.

“No it’s not like that, it’s this motion.”

Jeongguk gives an example on his own leg, doesn’t know why he’s even interfering. Jimin looks at his hands, tries to replicate the movement, but doesn’t really execute it well. Jeongguk doesn’t get it at first, but then he sees the problem, snorts softly.

“Your uh.. your hands are too small.”

Now that, Jimin doesn’t like to hear. He looks up at him.

“They’re not small.”

Blatant lie. Jeongguk’s noticed how small they are a few times before.

“No?”

He holds up his hand for Jimin in comparison, waits for him to reach out his own, but he doesn’t, he just watches it with doubt. Which is answer enough. Jeongguk grins in victory, and Jimin scoffs.

“Well, if you can do it better why don’t you? You caused the pain after all.”

Jimin says, gesturing at his leg.

The grin gets swept off Jeongguk’s face so fast, and Jimin’s eyes twinkle a little.

“What? Giving your teammate a massage is too gay for you?”

Jeongguk blinks, didn’t think Jimin would have it in him right now to put him on the spot like this. Clearly he’s wrong. He feels his cheeks burn up as he looks at Jimin’s leg, and the thought of touching it. Then he looks around the changing rooms, sees that it’s almost empty, just two of their teammates left.

Not that that matters.

It doesn’t matter.

He’s only gonna give Jimin a massage, because he caused the pain. Just like he’d do for Taehyung or Hoseok. He’s good at giving massages. It’ll help. It’s what teammates do.

“Fine. Only this once, because it’s my fault.”

Yeah, only because of that. Absolutely not because he’s had the dying urge to touch Jimin’s legs ever since he laid eyes on them.

He kneels down in front of Jimin, doesn’t look at what type of face he makes, concentrates on the task at hand, trying to rationalise for himself that it’s just a leg. He’s given massages so many times before, so he’s not gonna let his mind go haywire.

He tells himself that as he gently lifts Jimin’s leg by his ankle, but as soon as he touches his it he remembers his wet dream from some time ago, and it knocks the air out of his lungs.

So, he’s got a thing for legs. Always had it, always found them pretty, it’s not like he finds out on the spot. It’s just that he thought it wouldn’t affect him as much in situations like this.

Sadly, it does.

Jimin’s legs are long, pretty, defined, enticing. Jeongguk swallows as he slowly works his hands from his ankle up his shin, one sliding over the muscles of his calve, trying to loosen the tight spots.

“You- you know you don’t have to be nice to me cause my mom died.”

Jimin says, trying to be crude but he sounds a little flustered. Jeongguk looks up to meet his eyes. There’s a blush dusting over Jimin’s cheeks, eyes not as sharp as usual. Which makes it harder to pretend that this is normal.

“I’m not.”

He says, then breaks eye contact, focusing on the task at hand, pressing his thumbs a little more firmly against his skin as he massages upwards.

How can this be called nice anyway? Mouthwatering at the sight of Jimin’s thighs. It’s wrong on all accounts. Yet he can’t help himself, slowly moving his hands up a little more, lingering at his knee, waiting for consent.

He takes Jimin’s soft hum as a yes. Can barely contain his excitement when he wraps his big hands around Jimin’s thigh, watching intently how his fingers dig into his skin. A shiver runs down his spine, sudden feeling of possessiveness hitting him out of nowhere.

It’s embarrassing how his whole body is reeling because of this, but he can’t fight it. Now that he has the chance he touches Jimin’s thigh thoroughly, squeezes the skin, kind of forgets he’s supposed to massage.

And it doesn’t help that Jimin makes these sounds in between, sighs of bliss, sharp intakes of breath. Jeongguk knows he’s not supposed to listen, but their teammates have all left and it’s quiet in the changing room except for that.

He leans a little closer when he kneads in Jimin’s meaty thigh, sees how perfect his skin is, so firm from working out, yet smooth under his fingertips. He wonders what kind of sounds Jimin would make if he kissed it.

Usually they’re clad in black skinny jeans, which also looks appealing, but there’s something about these volley shorts being a tad too small that really makes Jeongguk’s mind spin.

He sneaks a glance at Jimin, which he really shouldn’t have done. Barely able to function looking at his thigh; what made him think Jimin’s face all lost in pleasure would do to help?

It’s really a sight to behold, Jimin’s head hanging down, eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed, cheeks and nose slightly red, mouth hanging open a little. Just from this. Just from a little thigh touching.

Fuck.

Why does he look so good like that?

Jeongguk presses his thumbs a little harder against his muscles, just to see how Jimin bites his lip to prevent any sounds coming out.

Shit, this shouldn’t be so hot.

Jimin’s eyes flutter open only to catch him staring right at him. That same static feeling as right before they kissed. Jeongguk quickly turns his head back, heartbeat in his throat. His entire body tingles, hands starting to get a little sweaty. But he continues in the tension, pretending nothing happened, even though he feels adrenaline and excitement rushing through his body.

After a few seconds, he feels a hand running through his hair.

He stop in his tracks.

Jimin’s hand. Jimin is- Jimin’s hand is in his hair.

He’s sitting on his knees between Jimin’s legs.

With Jimin’s hand in his hair.

Jeongguk malfunctions, can’t move a muscle, can only breathe in and out deeply as he tries to rationalise it; It’s just.. it’s just a soft touch. He’s massaging Jimin, so it’s just an encouraging gesture, it’s not implying anything.

It’s not..

But Jimin spreads his legs a little wider, holds his hair just a little tighter, and Jeongguk’s breath hitches, goosebumps all over his arms and back.

He doesn’t want his mind to go there, but it does. It’s inevitable. When he looks up at Jimin, it’s evident he’s thinking the same thing. All flustered, looking at him with blown pupils, albeit bashful, like he’s ashamed he’s doing this, but can’t stop.

Even though in theory nothing has happened yet, it’s absolutely not normal either. It’s not normal to fist your hand in someone’s hair when they’re massaging you, it’s not normal to spread your legs.

Jeongguk feels sparks of desire, against his will, his body burns up. And when Jimin’s eyes drop down to his lips, his imagination goes haywire. Heat flares up his face, his cock twitches in his volley shorts.

This is wrong.

Jimin is breathing heavily, squirming on the bench, must be imagining the same thing.

But they can’t. They can’t do that.

He should stop. He should stand up and leave now. Nothing has happened, nothing irreversible has been done. They can explain away the hand in his hair, they can pretend it wasn’t this tense between them. But the longer he stays still, the harder it gets to stop.

The motion detector lights in the locker room turn off, as if it makes a decision for him. And suddenly, it’s dark enough to pretend this is just a mistake.

He breathes in and out deeply, not daring to move an inch at first. It’s dark, Jimin doesn’t let go of his hair, and Jeongguk doesn’t let go of his thigh. And it becomes clear that they both want something to happen.

Fuck.

When he feels Jimin pull him closer just the slightest bit, he can barely breathe. His ears start to ring because of the silence, hands sweaty because his body temperature is rising. The worst thing is that he knows he shouldn’t, and that it’s exactly that what turns him on.

He’s breathing right against Jimin’s thigh, wanting to kiss it, he’s just barely touching it. His lips brush lightly against the skin, feels how smooth and soft it is. And at this point, he still could have held back, he could have pulled himself together if it wasn’t for Jimin moaning softly and pushing his thigh against his lips.

“Jeon..”

He kisses the inside of Jimin’s thigh, feverish with desire, only notices it now. His lips tremble a little, but he can’t take it slow, need consumes him whole. He breathes in Jimin’s scent, waterlilies and orange blossoms, presses hasty kisses along his thigh.

“Oh-“

Jimin gasps, but grants him access, spreading his legs wide for him, holding his hair tightly. That’s enough consent for Jeongguk to open his mouth a little more, planting wet kisses on his creamy thigh, needing to taste the skin, to suck on it, to mark it. He squeezes it in his hands, kneads greedily as he licks a hot stripe from his knee to his inner thigh.

“O-oh yes. Fuck.”

Jimin breathes out, like he’s been wanting this for ages. And Jeongguk wholeheartedly agrees, he feels like he can barely hold back, the desire pent up inside of him now bursting all at once.

So he lets himself go; kisses, licks and sucks on the inside of Jimin’s thigh, the skin so plump and supple. He tastes so good, the saltiness of sweat lingers on his tongue. Jeongguk moans softly, kisses towards the inside of Jimin’s knee to bite him softly there.

“Oh fuck- oh fuck.”

Jimin curses, he sounds completely overwhelmed already, like he can barely wrap his mind around what’s happening.

Jeongguk reciprocates that feeling as he runs his hands over Jimin’s leg like he’s done so many times in his fantasies, noses along the skin, breathes him in, kisses him everywhere. Over his ankle, over the inside of his calve, back up again to his favourite part.

He feels his cock getting hard in his shorts, fantasises about rubbing it all over Jimin’s legs, all over his thighs as he sucks a mark right there.

“Mmh- yes.”

The moan that leaves Jimin’s mouth sends shivers down Jeongguk’s spine. He needs to hear it again, needs to hear it on repeat. He sucks another mark, a little closer towards Jimin’s crotch.

“Ohh fuck, please.”

Jimin is writhing, pulling his hair a little harder, pulling him closer. Jeongguk moans, squeezes Jimin’s thigh hard as he bites over the mark, loves how all his muscles clench and unclench. He can see Jimin buck his hips up in his peripheral, sneaks a glance only to see the outline of Jimin’s hard cock, tenting in his shorts.

Fuck.

He quickly attaches his lips to Jimin’s thigh again, panic in his chest, doesn’t want to deal with the consequences of his actions. Just wants to kiss and suck and bite his thigh until it’s full of hickeys. All his.

“Mmh- fuck- Jeon. Fuck, please.”

Jimin sounds desperate, it’s so fucking hot. His mouth waters as Jimin pulls on his hair harder, drags him closer to his crotch, spreads his legs so wide for him, presenting himself on a silver platter.

Jeongguk pants, knows what Jimin wants. He knows. Can see how Jimin bucks his hips into nothing, slight wet spot right where the head of his cock is pressing against his shorts. Fuck. Jimin is wet. Jimin’s cock is wet for him.

“Please- please. Jeongguk.”

He can barely think, and he’s unable to make up his mind because Jimin pulls him by his hair, makes him faceplant into his crotch. Jimin’s hard cock presses against his nose and cheek, and he moans automatically, body betraying his mind.

For a few seconds he can’t move, ashamed to the core, but Jimin is so horny for him, dragging his cock over his face, giving him no time at all to adjust.

“Oh fuck yes. Finally. Suck- suck my dick. Blow me.”

Jimin pants, finally saying it out loud.

Jeongguk moans, ears ringing with desire, body breaking out in sweat as he feels Jimin rut against his face desperate for his mouth. He presses his face harder against Jimin’s crotch and breathes in deeply, shame and excitement running through his body as his lungs fill with a musky scent.

Jimin moans quite loudly at that. The sound is so fucking pretty that it makes Jeongguk’s cock leak precum in his shorts.

“You- you like that? Like to breathe in the scent of cock?”

Fuck. Jimin starts talking. Jeongguk can’t fucking handle the talking. His entire face burns with shame and he can’t even deny it.

“Fuck. Yeah? Gets you all wet doesn’t it?”

It does. Jeongguk feels the head of his cock press against his shorts, wet spot making it a slippery mess on the inside.

“Yes.”

He admits, out of his mind horny, breathing in the scent of Jimin’s cock once more, feeling up both his thighs with his hands, needing a distraction.

Jimin’s other hand tangles into his hair as well, and he ruts against his face desperately.

“Fuck, Jeon. I want- I want your mouth on me.”

“Mmh.”

“Want to fuck your mouth so hard. Make you swallow my come.”

Fuck.

Jeongguk moans longingly, no ounce of self-respect left as he licks over the fabric of Jimin’s shorts, over the length of his cock.

“Oh fuck. Oh- Jeongguk. Wanna taste it so bad? Wanna taste my cock?”

“Mmh.”

God, he can’t function.

Jimin grabs his cock through the fabric of his shorts, and Jeongguk watches with hazy eyes how that wet spot nears his mouth. Jimin saves absolutely no time, rubs the clothed head of his cock over his lips, smearing his precum all over them. It’s warm and wet, a little sticky.

“Lick your lips for me.”

He listens painfully fast. licks his lips to taste the creamy substance, and his whole body lights on fire. He needs more of that, wants to taste more of it. Without hesitation he leans back in, licking over the wet spot again, feeling the head of Jimin’s cock twitch against his tongue.

Holy shit, he’s really doing this.

“Fuck. Knew you’d like the taste of come. so fucking good for me Jeon.”

Jeongguk doesn’t want the words to affect him but they do. He whimpers as he leans in more, nosing over that wet spot, breathing it in. It’s the most musky part, and it smells so good. Then he puts his mouth on it again, dares to suck on that spot, dares to wrap his lips around the head of Jimin’s clothed cock.

“Ah! Fuck-“

Jimin bucks into his mouth, holds his hair tightly as he does. Jeongguk feels another spurt of precum dripping from the head of Jimin’s cock against the fabric, and he sucks on it vigorously, eyes closed in pleasure.

“Jeongguk- fuck- I’m gonna fuck your mouth. I’m gonna-“

“Mmh.”

Jeongguk nods frantically, takes his mouth off only to watch how Jimin practically rips his shorts and boxers off, cock slapping against his stomach, nice and thick, the cockhead a little dark red from being sucked, precum dribbling down from his slit over his shaft.

It’s so pretty, Jeongguk can’t give it another word. Jimin’s cock is so pretty. He’s completely mesmerised, never knew a cock could look good. Didn’t think it would do it for him, but here he is, proven wrong.

“Open your mouth for me.”

Jeongguk instantly listens, opens his mouth on command. He would have been more difficult if he wasn’t absolutely overwhelmed with desire and the need to have Jimin’s come down his throat.

“Look at me.”

He looks up at Jimin, sees how completely fucked out and sweaty he looks from just foreplay. Irises swallowed by his pupils, blush on his cheeks, lips spit slick and red, bleach blonde hair sticking to his forehead.

“Mmh.. fuck, Jeon, I wanna spit in your mouth.”

Oh.

Right, Jimin is into that.

Fuck.

Jimin’s thumb runs over his lower lip, touches his piercing, lingers there. Jeongguk pants softly, vision blurry as he looks up at Jimin and doesn’t object in the slightest. Worse is, he feels desire tingling in his body.

So Jimin doesn’t wait any longer, spits in his mouth without any warning. Jeongguk gasps, feels heat coil in his gut, finds out on the spot that he’s got a thing for it as well. Doesn’t want to know what the fuck that says about him. He needs therapy anyways.

Jimin looks like he’s in pure ecstasy, panting as he watches him. Jeongguk recognises the taste on his tongue, remembers their kiss in the bar.

“You like that hm?”

“Mmh.”

Jeongguk nods, doesn’t have any shame left. All he wants is to suck Jimin’s cock, make him make all those sounds, make him say vulgar things.

Jimin looks at him like he’s holding back, breathing in and out heavily as he watches his mouth, rubs his thumb over his lower lip.

“Like being degraded Jeon?”

Jimin asks, tone so raspy it makes Jeongguk’s cock twitch. He doesn’t reply though, because he’s not sure if he likes it, or if he’s just too horny to care.

“Want me to spit in your face too? Be honest.”

Jeongguk swallows, looks at Jimin, a little bit of fear, a little bit of a thrill. Jimin is chaos. He shakes his head, though he’s sure if Jimin would do it right now, he’d moan in response.

“No? What do you want then Jeon?”

Jeongguk runs his hands over Jimin’s thighs and glances at Jimin’s hard cock, mouthwatering.

“I want to..”

He doesn’t finish the sentence.

“Fuck. Yeah? You wanna suck my cock?”

Jimin asks, breathy, turned on, like he hadn’t expected him to actually say it. Jeongguk feels heat rush up his neck as he leans in closer, a little less courageous now that there’s no fabric in between. But he wants it so bad, especially when Jimin moans at just his breath hitting the shaft.

Especially when Jimin grabs his hair so tightly and can barely control his hips from bucking, when he starts writhing and whimpering again for his mouth. Jeongguk revels in it, shudders in pleasure when he slowly presses a few kisses over Jimin’s cock.

“Mmh- yes. Fuck, finally.”

Finally.

Jimin keeps saying that. And it makes Jeongguk extremely aware of how long Jimin might have wanted to do this for. And that makes his cock throb in his shorts. Wondering how many times Jimin thought about it, got off on this exact scene.

“Fuck- use your tongue, lick over the shaft.”

Jeongguk is glad Jimin talks him through it because he has absolutely no idea how to suck cock. He licks over the shaft, up to the head, finds that it tastes exactly like that addictive scent, makes him moan softly. He repeats the motion, naturally wrapping his hand around Jimin’s cock to keep it still when he licks over it.

“Oh- fuck that’s good.”

Jimin roams his hands through his hair aimlessly, can barely sit still for him. He ruts his cock against his face, fucks into his hand, tries to align the cockhead with his lips.

“I- I can’t wait- want to- I want to fuck your mouth. I want-“

“Mmh.”

“I want to come down your throat- want to fuck you full of come- please-“

Jimin manages to press the head of his cock against his lips. It’s warm and wet, and he opens his mouth like he knows what he’s doing, no ounce of struggle in his body. He wants to get facefucked. It’s embarrassing, really.

“Oh- yes. Oh fuck yes. So fucking docile for me, Jeon. Straight boys like you always end up on their knees for me.”

Oh.

The shame hits Jeongguk hard, but Jimin fists his hand in his hair and without warning, forces him to take his whole length. He chokes on it, but has no time to breathe or process it because Jimin is thrusting into his mouth. And it’s exactly what he wants.

He wants Jimin to use his mouth, wants to not focus on what he’s doing but just taste come on his tongue, wants to lose all his morals, he needs it. He needs to be face fucked and spit on and choked by cock. Needs to be completely abused until he’s stripped of all his pride. Wants to be the pinnacle of everything his mother hates.

Jimin moans way too loudly for the changing rooms, it echoes against the walls and it reverberates and it does something to Jeongguk’s body. He’s making Jimin moan like this.

“Ohh- fuck. Jeongguk.”

Moaning his name like that. Fuck.

Jeongguk moans around Jimin’s cock, feels saliva dribble from the corners of his mouth, loves how whenever Jimin’s cock plunges into his mouth it makes a squelching sound that’s way too obscene.

It’s better like this, he doesn’t know how to suck cock anyway. This way, Jimin can just thrust into his mouth as hard as he wants, and it doesn’t matter if he sucks or not, it doesn’t matter if he thinks or not.

“Want you to jerk yourself off thinking of this every night.”

Jimin pants, and Jeongguk doesn’t have the guts to say he already thinks about Jimin when he jerks off. His eyes just close in bliss, feeling the weight of Jimin’s cock on his tongue, feeling the soft head rub against his lips before entering his mouth again. It fills him up so good, jaw aching a little bit because of the girth, but he likes that too.

Instead of Jimin gripping his hair tightly, he starts caressing through it, running his fingers over his scalp lovingly - for lack of better words.

Jeongguk’s body tingles, and he moans a little desperately, doesn’t know for what exactly.

“Oh- oh fuck- I want you so bad.”

Jimin pants, delirious with lust. it sets Jeongguk’s heart on fire.

“Hope I ruin you forever.”

Jeongguk doesn’t know what the fuck it is about that sentence but he’s almost coming in his shorts, moaning around Jimin’s cock loudly, trying to suck on the head, to taste precum on his tongue. He squeezes Jimin’s thighs hard in his hands, feels Jimin’s cock hit the back of his throat.

“Ah! I’m gonna- gonna come. Gonna come in your mouth. Fuck.”

Jimin grabs him by his hair and forces him to deepthroat when he comes. Jeongguk can barely breathe, eyes teary, nose all clogged as he feels Jimin’s come spurting down his throat, cock pulsing on his tongue.

“Ohh fuck- ohhh yes, fuck.”

Jeongguk watches Jimin come, through his blurry vision, sees how bleach blonde hair sticks to his pretty face, head thrown back, eyes closed, puffy lips parted.

When Jimin is completely spent, Jeongguk swallows, only then notices how much he came. And then he gently sucks Jimin’s cock as it softens in his mouth, swallowing every last drop of come.

Jimin pulls on his hair softly, making his cock slip out of his mouth. Jeongguk looks up, and the eye contact is something he’ll never forget. Jimin looks at him like he’s never gonna let him live this down, like he completely owns his mouth, like he won a prize. And Jeongguk in contrast probably looks like a fucking deer in the headlights.

Thing is, he’s still hard. Focused so much on sucking cock that he neglected himself, which he usually wouldn’t do for the life of him. Sex has always been about his own pleasure. He looks down at his shorts, cock all hard, he’s leaked so much that the wet spot looks obscene.

“My.. straight guy liked that a lot.”

Jeongguk feels his cheeks burn, and he looks away, shame and guilt now kicking in.

“Gonna do something about this?”

Jimin asks, nudging Jeongguk’s cock with his foot. It’s almost enough to make him come on the spot, so he grabs Jimin’s ankle tightly to stop him, breath hitching.

“Fuck.”

“Mm? You like my legs right?”

Jimin asks, tilting his head prettily, giving him a look that screams trouble. Jeongguk swallows, doesn’t reply.

“You’re welcome to use them, if you want to come.”

Shameless.

Jeongguk’s eyes run over Jimin’s legs, ashamed to see all the hickeys he left on his thigh, bite marks covering his entire leg. It’s so wrong. This is so fucking wrong. It looks so pretty.

Jimin nudges his cock again, and this time Jeongguk doesn’t stop him. He just tenses up, but lets Jimin touch him. He sighs in pleasure, finally getting friction, sucks his bottom lip into his mouth as Jimin runs his foot up his length, rubs over the head.

“Mmh.”

“You look good on your knees.”

Jimin comments.

Jeongguk’s eyes flutter open a little, seeing how Jimin is sizing him up, pretty eyes running over him. Yeah, he bets Jimin loves this, loves seeing him beneath him like this. The way he sits on the bench so proudly, towering over him, giving him only his foot to get off with.

And Jeongguk doesn’t do anything to stop him. Lets himself be humiliated like this. There’s something about it, somewhere deep inside of him he wants this, craves to be treated like this. So he grabs Jimin’s ankle a little tighter, ruts against his foot, moans softly as he tries to chase his orgasm.

“Mmh.. Jeon, want you to use my leg.”

Jimin says then, sliding his foot underneath his balls, gesturing him to sit up a bit. Jeongguk blinks in a haze, but sits up a little higher on his knees, lets Jimin slide his leg between his own, shin now pressing against his cock.

Jeongguk instinctively curls his hand around Jimin’s calve, sucks in a sharp breath.

“Go on, move. I know you want to.”

Fuck.

Jeongguk dies a little bit inside, but he’s too horny to care. So he starts rutting against Jimin’s leg, holding back an embarrassing moan as he feels his cock leak again, wetting the skin.

Jimin caresses through his hair, but it doesn’t feel soothing at all, it feels belittling.

“That’s a good boy, hump my leg like a dog.”

“Jimin.”

He doesn’t know if that was a warning or a moan, either way, a shiver runs down his spine as he picks up the pace. The image of his cock rubbing all over Jimin’s leg is driving him insane, the feeling of it is even better. That, and the sight of his hickeys all over Jimin’s thigh makes heat coil in his gut.

“Fuck. you look so hot when you’re desperate Jeon. Take your shorts off for me, show me how big your are.”

Jeongguk’s ears burn up. He wants to refuse but the thought of no fabric between his cock and Jimin’s leg is too good. So he rushes to pull his shorts and boxers down, hard cock slapping against his stomach. He doesn’t give Jimin time to take it in, presses himself against his shin and keeps rutting, drunk on lust.

“Mmh- fuck- I’m so close.”

He pants, feeling his muscles clench and unclench, sweat building up on his skin, that familiar heat in his gut, hands trembling around Jimin’s leg.

“Yeah? Gonna come like this Jeon? Humping my leg in the changing rooms?”

“Yeah.”

“Rubbing your cock all over me, gonna cover me with your come?”

“Fuuuuck- fuck- Jimin.”

Jeongguk pants, thrusting erratically, Jimin’s smooth leg making it slide so easily, rubbing against the head of his cock so well, he’s gonna burst.

“So shameless. What would Mrs. Jeon think if she saw you like this hm?”

No.

Not that.

Anything but that.

Jeongguk’s eyes fly wide open, body convulsing as he looks Jimin right in his eyes when he comes. It’s hell. He doesn’t want to come with that sentence, but Jimin smirks at him like he knows all his weak spots, makes Jeongguk’s eyes roll back in pleasure.

“Mm, there you go. Such a mommy’s boy.”

“S-shut up- fuck.”

He hates that come keeps spurting out, showing Jimin exactly what it does to him when he says things like that.

“You’re making me all dirty.”

Jimin clicks his tongue, then scoops up some of the come on his leg and brings his fingers to Jeongguk’s mouth.

Jeongguk watches it, quickly turning his head, because he’s not tasting his own jizz. However, Jimin sees that as a challenge, grabs him by his chin and forces his fingers past his lips.

“Mm!”

Jeongguk feels tears burn at the corners of his eyes as he looks at Jimin. That evil smile on his face, so content with himself.

“Suck.”

It’s gross.

He tries to swallow it as quickly as possible, but Jimin keeps rubbing his fingers over his tongue, makes the bitter taste last longer. Never in his life has he tasted his own come, and it wasn’t on his bucket list either.

“Taste good? Or do you like mine better?”

Jeongguk huffs and bites Jimin’s fingers to make him pull them out, absolutely not going to answer that question. Jimin only chuckles breathily, sucks his fingers clean digit by digit.

He’s way too much to handle.

“Thank you, for the massage.”

Jimin says then, pulling his volley shorts back up, running a hand through his hair as if it was just a silly little get together they just had. Friendly banter. Nothing to worry about.

Jeongguk is speechless, on the floor on his knees, completely mind blown. He decides that pulling his shorts up might also be the best course of action. Then he stands up, rubs the back of his neck.

Jimin grabs his bag, walks up to him. Naturally, Jeongguk’s eyes sink towards Jimin’s lips. Maybe because of habit, maybe because they look good and he wants to kiss them right now. Maybe because he doesn’t know what the fuck to do, and just needs comfort.

“See you next training.”

That’s all he gets. Jimin walks past him like nothing happened.

He just stands there for a while, sort of empty, sort of hurt.

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