Streamers Down Bad • Chapter 2 • 5.6K (Patreon)

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20 minutes and he’s there.

It feels illegal to be standing outside an apartment door with a bunny mask on, feels like he’s in the fucking purge. He’s regretting his life choices until the door opens and Jimin stands there in front of him, dragging him inside instantly.

He’s taller than he imagined, and even more beautiful off screen.

But Jimin saves no time for getting to know each other or other pleasantries. Doesn’t even offer him a drink. Jimin just drags him to his gaming chair, ridding him of his clothes as fast as possible.

“W-wow- hyung-“

When Jimin’s stripped him naked, he gets pushed down on the chair.

“Fuck. Can’t believe you’re really here.”

Jimin says, then kneels between his legs right away. He looks lust drunk, like he’s been playing with himself in the time Jeongguk was driving here, but never quite reached a climax. His cheeks are red, and when Jeongguk tangles a hand in those pink hairs, feels how damp they are.

Jimin spares no time conversing, he just curls his small hand around Jeongguk’s cock and puts his mouth on him.

“Oh fuck-“

He’s a little embarrassed because he’s only half hard as Jimin starts sucking. But Jimin seems to like the sensation of a cock growing hard in his mouth, moaning around him like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.

“A-ah hyung slow down-“

Jimin’s nails dig into his thighs, and he does the exact opposite. Starts twisting his small hand around the base of his cock as he takes the rest of his length in his mouth. The warm wet sensation on his cock makes his legs tremble.

He sucks in a sharp breath, dares to watch as Jimin bobs his head, how his pretty lips stretch around him. He looks like his wet dream come true. Jimin’s eyes are closed in pure bliss, like he’s enjoying it even more than him.

It’s so unreal, the guy he’s been obsessing over is finally sucking his cock. He’s sitting in Jimin’s gaming chair of all places, entire pink setup around him, and Jimin is taking him all the way, to the back of his throat, sending Jeongguk to heaven.

“Fuck.. Jimin-hyung..”

“Mmh.”

Jimin moans prettily, pops his lips off only to look up at him with glassy eyes. Jeongguk can barely breathe behind his mask.

“You look pretty.”

He whispers, roaming his hand through those pink locks.

“Your cock tastes good.”

Jimin whispers back, as if that matches the compliment in any way. Jeongguk swallows thickly, watches how Jimin licks over his length with his pretty pink tongue, kissing the head of his cock afterwards. It twitches against Jimin’s lips. Jeongguk’s cheeks burn up just looking at those full, pink lips, slick with spit.

“Jimin-hyung.. your lips are so..”

Jimin blinks, waits for him to finish the sentence, but he can’t. He feels such an overwhelming need to kiss him, but he can’t take his mask off.

It seems Jimin understands, small smirk on his lips as he cocks his head.

“Yes?”

“They’re nice.”

Jeongguk says quickly, turning his head the other way. He takes a few deep breaths to calm down, can’t get weak now. Can’t take his mask off. He’s not that much of a simp.

Jimin stands up then, undresses right in front of him so Jeongguk has absolutely no choice but to watch. He marvels at Jimin’s body once more, this time so close, so real. His chest looks flushed, nipples look like they’ve been played with, and the head of his cock has changed from a nice light pink to a darker shade, like it’s been neglected and hard for too long.

He can barely brace himself for when Jimin straddles him. He feels his cheeks burn up, hands curling around Jimin’s hips, pulling him in. When he looks up, Jimin’s face is very close, looking into his eyes through the mask.

Fuck.

He feels exposed even though it’s nothing new. Everyone can see his eyes through the mask, but that’s in the comfort of his own room behind a camera.

And then Jimin decides to do something really unfair. He kisses him, right on the mask’s lips. Jeongguk can’t feel anything but the pressure, can’t feel the softness, the warmth, the breath ghosting over his lips.

He feels his gut clench with need, accidentally squeezing Jimin’s hips a little greedily. It’s even more cruel when Jimin makes out with it, tilting his head, licking over the mask’s lips.

Jeongguk groans in frustration, tangles his hand in the back of Jimin’s hair as he tries to kiss back. Only hard plastic against his lips, nothing that makes him feel alive, nothing like how Jimin’s lips would probably feel like.

“Mmh.”

Jeongguk licks over the inside of his mask desperately, wants to know what it feels like, what Jimin tastes like.

“Fuck- fuck. Stop.”

He pants, pulling Jimin back by his hair. He’s breathless, can’t think straight anymore. Jimin’s pupils are blown wide, and he looks at him with a type of feral need that sets his body on fire.

Fuck it.

He takes his mask off, throws it on the desk.

For a second he’s afraid, that Jimin might find him unattractive, that he just killed the mood, but when Jimin gasps and tilts his chin up, it all dissipates.

“Fuck me, you’re this hot?! I thought you were hiding cause you’re ugly but you’re just afraid of attention aren’t you? Jesus Christ.”

Jimin marvels at his features, traces his fingers over his jawline, his cheekbones, his nose, his lips.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come just looking at you. Handsome, ripped, tatted, and a big cock.”

Jeongguk blushes at all the attention and praise, it’s a huge relief to take his mask off for someone new. And he’s also a huge fucking simp. But at least he’ll finally get to kiss Jimin, so it’s worth it.

“You’re the real prize I get for winning today.”

Jimin says, running his hand down over Jeongguk’s neck to his chest. His eyes are running over him aimlessly, like he doesn’t know how to take it all in.

Jeongguk doesn’t wait for him to adjust though, his eyes are zeroed on Jimin’s plush lips. He pulls him closer by the back of his head, kisses him properly now.

“Mm.”

It‘s so worth it. Taking his mask off to be able to kiss Jimin, he’d do it again and again.

He’s never kissed such pretty lips in his entire life. They’re so full, every time they slot together he can’t help but suck on his thick lower lip.

It’s not long before Jimin’s tongue sweeps over his lips, asking permission. He lets Jimin take the lead, likes how he licks into his mouth, grabs him by his hair. He’s completely at mercy, lets Jimin use him as he feels him up.

When his hands find the curve of Jimin’s ass, his eyes fly open. He gives it a squeeze for good measure, gasps when he feels how soft they are. His cock twitches as well, and he’s reminded of how bad he wants this.

“Can I eat you out hyung?”

“Mmh.”

Jimin nods immediately, stands up, then just bends over his desk for him. Jeongguk marvels at the position, at moon phase tattoos that cover Jimin’s spine, jaw dropping a little.

“Your- your back is so pretty.”

He moves closer on the desk chair, traces his fingers over the lowest moon tattoo. Doesn’t know why but it turns him on. A pretty guy like him, having tattoos down his spine. Jimin doesn’t seem to have time for his soft gestures, already spreading his cheeks apart for him.

Jeongguk’s face heats up, seeing Jimin this exposed. His hole looks so pretty, clean and shaven, a little slick. Like he’s fucked or fingered himself just moments ago.

“Fuck.. you’re so wet.”

He whispers, in complete disbelief. How is Jimin so fucking perfect? Did he prep himself in the time he drove over?

His suspicion is confirmed when he leans in and licks over his hole, tasting cherries on his tongue. For some reason the artificial flavour of lube turns him on when it’s Jimin. It’s so wrong yet fits so perfectly with the pink-haired gamer aesthetic.

“Jesus Christ.”

Jeongguk whispers, before squeezing Jimin’s cheeks in his hands and spreading them himself. He licks over Jimin’s pretty rim again, savours the taste before he buries his tongue inside of him.

“Ah!”

Maybe he should have teased first.

Oh well, he can’t function properly anymore at this point, finally has his tongue inside of the man he’s been lusting after. Jimin clenches around him, moans so prettily.

He’s so eager, can’t help himself when he pushes his tongue deep inside of Jimin, slurps on the cherry flavoured lube, no time to go slow. Jimin seems to agree, moves back on his tongue just as desperate, trying to make him reach deeper.

“F-fuck- oh fuck- you like this? Like to- ah- like to rim your hyung?”

“Nngh-“

Jeongguk doesn’t know how to make that sound like a yes so he just spits on Jimin’s rim instead, licks over it as an answer.

Jimin whimpers, sounds so fucking good that Jeongguk’s eyes roll back. He smacks Jimin’s ass once, licks little circles around his rim, cherishes the taste of cherries.

“Bet you could come from just this hm? Probably couldn’t last a second inside of me.”

Jeongguk moans, feels his cock twitch at the idea of fucking Jimin right then and there. But he gives Jimin the proper ass eating he deserves, sucks on his rim, fucks his tongue inside of him relentlessly, until Jimin’s legs start to quiver.

And then he pushes two fingers inside, just because he loves seeing them disappear into his pretty hole, loves how Jimin yelps and pushes himself up a little on the desk.

“A-ah, fuck, yes.”

Jimin sounds properly fucked out already, but starts riding his fingers slowly, making Jeongguk’s jaw drop as he watches. He’s got the prettiest view, Jimin’s pink hair, his moon phase tattoos, peachy ass cheeks, his own tattooed fingers being sucked inside of his pretty hole.

“Jimin..”

He whispers in awe, softly rubbing little circles inside of him, trying to find that spot.

“Say- say: Jimin-hyung.”

Jimin orders breathlessly.

Oh, he’s really got a thing for it.

“Jimin-hyung.”

Jeongguk whispers, curling his fingers against a soft spot, making Jimin jerk forward with a loud moan.

“F-fuck. So good for me bun.”

Jimin praises, driving Jeongguk insane. He wants to fuck Jimin. He wants to fuck him so bad, doesn’t even notice how he starts to finger him harder and faster, greedily taking in how Jimin lies down on the desk and takes it.

He can’t wait any longer.

“I- I want to fuck you.”

He stands up in a hurry, keeps Jimin bent over the desk.

“Brought a condom?”

“No.”

He didn’t think it’d be a problem, but Jimin stands up and turns towards him, cheeks red, eyes all glazed over, lips a little swollen.

Fuck.

His hands move on their own accord, grabbing Jimin’s hips, stealing a kiss, and trying to bend him over the desk. But Jimin doesn’t let him, grabs him by his chin and forces him to pay attention.

“You can’t fuck me without a condom.”

Jeongguk swallows thickly, because he’s got this far, he has to fuck Jimin. His entire body is trembling with desire. He plants a few kisses on Jimin’s lips, tries to distract him.

It works for a bit, Jimin’s eyes close and he lets Jeongguk lick into his mouth, arms snaking around his neck.

Then he tries again, but Jimin shakes his head

“Nah-ah.”

“Let me fuck you, please.” He begs, kissing Jimin so he can’t think straight. “Want to fuck you raw.”

He pants, pressing his cock against Jimin’s hipbone to make him feel how hard he is. Jimin moans softly, runs his hands over Jeongguk’s back. He wants it just as bad.

“I want to fuck you so bad hyung.”

“A-are you clean?”

“Yeah, you?”

“Yes- yeah-“

“So can I fuck you now?”

“Yes.”

Finally.

Jimin bends over his desk for him, and Jeongguk marvels at the sight. That pink hair and his pink set-up and his pink little figurines everywhere and then the fucking cherry-flavoured lube that Jimin hands him.

Jeongguk lubes himself up with it, kind of just fucking his hand while trailing his eyes over Jimin’s moon phase tattoos, down to his ass.

Jimin looks at him over his shoulder.

“C’mon bun, don’t make me wait.”

Shit.

He nods at the command and presses the head of his cock against Jimin’s rim. It’s nice and hot and slick, and it’s opening up for him instantly, practically sucking his cock inside. A loud moan slips from his mouth as he feels how fucking smooth it is inside of Jimin.

“Mmh, fuck, such a big cock bun, used my biggest dildo yet you’re still stretching me open.”

Jeongguk shudders at the praise, roaming his hands over Jimin’s pretty back as he tries to let him adjust to his size. It’s fucking difficult though, his entire body is telling him to move, to fuck, to take.

“Jimin-hyung- fuck.. I want to-“

“Not yet bun, still hurts.”

Jeongguk pants as he watches Jimin’s hole clench around him, eyes getting slightly teary as he sees how pretty and pink it is, just like the rest of him. He bites his lower lip as he moves his hips a little, pulling out and thrusting back in.

The feeling is overwhelming, and the sight of his cock disappearing in Jimin’s pretty hole makes his jaw drop.

“O-oh my god-“

“Bun.”

“F-fuck.”

Jeongguk halts himself at the warning in Jimin’s tone, but his hips stutter a little, trying to chase that feeling. His brain shuts off, and he grabs Jimin’s hips tightly, no control over his hips snapping forward, burying his cock deeper.

“God, you really are a bunny. No control, just jackrabbiting it in there.”

“Mmh fuck, sorry hyung, you’re just so- feels so good.”

Jeongguk pants, throwing his head back as he fucks Jimin, kneading his cheeks in his hands as he thrusts deep inside of him over and over again.

“Should’ve known you had the bunny mask for a reason, are you gonna come under 5 minutes?”

“I- I can last hyung.”

He pants, moving his hands up to Jimin’s waist instead. So fucking small, so pretty.

“Prove it and maybe I’ll let you fuck me more often.”

God, yes.

Jeongguk bites his lower lip, likes to see how his cock sinks into Jimin inch by inch. He’s so fucking smooth on the inside, so hot, so wet. The cherry lube makes the slide so perfect, Jeongguk thinks this might just be heaven.

Jimin looks at him over his shoulder, those sharp eyes running over him, blush dusting over his cheeks.

“Fuck, wanna show everyone that you’re fucking me.”

Show- show everyone?

For a few seconds Jeongguk is not sure what he means until Jimin nods his head over to his laptop.

Oh.

Oh god.

That’s a terrible idea- that’s- that’s just- that’s outrageous.

His cock twitches, breath hitches as he fucks Jimin slow and deep, a rush of heat spreads through his entire body.

Fucking Jimin on stream..

A filthy moan leaves his lips as he thinks about it. He’s always wanted to have Jimin all for himself, always hated how others get just as worked up as him when they watch Jimin’s stream. The idea of showing off- showing them this; Jimin bent over his own desk, letting him have him.

“You like that, bun? Fucking me for everyone to see?”

Jimin’s tone drops to that low, seductive register and Jeongguk’s hips stutter, sweat breaks out on his skin as he picks up the pace just a bit.

“Yeah- yeah fuck. I like that.”

“Mmh, bet you do. Could tell when you almost started jerking off during our match.”

His cheeks burn up, can’t believe Jimin noticed all that. He made sure to keep it out of his camera’s range.

“I- I wasn’t-“

“Why don’t you put your mask on? I can start a livestream anytime.”

Oh shit.

Jimin is for real about this.

Jeongguk’s eyes go wide, hips stilling. He can’t deny it turns him on to no end, but at the same time he knows it’s batshit crazy, not to mention-

“It’s- it’s illegal.”

“I can make it look like an accident.”

Jimin says, something wicked glinting in his eyes. Jeongguk should have known he was in for a ride with this guy. As if he never noticed Jimin dirty talking to his audience, or touching his lips that way, or manspreading like that. Of course Jimin would love to have everyone watch him have sex.

“Don’t you want to show them that you own me?”

Fuck..

That he owns Jimin.. his Jimin.

Jeongguk can’t help but snap his hips forward, a dangerous thrill running down his spine. Everything about Jimin is unhinged; and this idea is so fucking terrible. How does someone even accidentally start a livestream, mid-fuck?

It’s obvious he shouldn’t go along with this, it’s way too risky, and yet..

Showing all those simps in Jimin’s chat that he’s fucking him right on this very desk is fuelling his arousal like nothing else. Heat licks at his face as he presses his hand down on Jimin’s lower back, eyes dragging down to where his hips meet Jimin’s ass with every thrust.

Fuck..

He does want everyone to see.

He looks up, meets Jimin’s gaze, and nods, a little ashamed.

A smirk spreads on Jimin’s lips when he hands him his mask. Jeongguk doesn’t even object, feels adrenaline rush through his body as he puts it on.

Fuck, are they really doing this?

“Mmh- can’t say it turns me off when you fuck me with this mask on.. is that wrong?”

Jimin asks, biting his lower lip as he sizes him up.

Jeongguk groans softly, shakes his head. He likes it too, feels kind of like another person with the mask on. Makes him want to fuck Jimin harder, bend him in any type of position.

He looks down just to see Jimin’s cheeks jiggle a little whenever his hips snap against him, sends him to outer space.

“Fuck, so pretty- Jimin-“

“Call- call me hyung.”

“Hyung- wanna fuck you on stream.” Jeongguk pants, admitting it to himself. “I want them to see- want everyone to see how I take you.”

“Mmh, fuck.” Jimin pants. “You sure? I can turn it on right now.”

“Yeah- yeah, fuck- do it.”

Jimin reaches for his keyboard, and just as he said, it’s a few clicks and suddenly they’re live, on the big monitor.

The webcam catches perfectly how Jimin is bent over the desk, pink hair in frame, moon tattoos visible, lithe body being thrusted into over and over. And then Jeongguk sees himself right behind him, bunny mask the only thing he’s wearing, his whole upper body in frame, sleeve on display- fuck- some people might recognise that.

Too late- he’s past caring.

He’s fucking Jimin on stream.

His eyes roll back, and he throws his head back as he allows pleasure to spread through his veins, rolls his hips to thrust deep inside of Jimin, the wet sound of lube and skin slapping against skin filling the air.

“Mmh- fuck.”

He leans forward then, hovers over Jimin’s body, tilts Jimin’s head up by his chin so he’s facing the webcam, pretty flushed face all in frame as he thrusts particularly hard.

Jimin is a fucking pornstar honestly, the way he moans, lust drunk, hooded eyes looking right into the camera, plush lips parting. The sight leaves Jeongguk breathless, heat accumulating in his gut, cock twitching inside of Jimin.

“Fuck- so thick, bun.”

Jimin moans.

Jeongguk clasps his hand over Jimin’s mouth. Any more praise and he’s gonna burst.

However, Jimin just sees that as a challenge, licks over the inside of his hand, sucks his fingers into his mouth. Plush, pink lips around his tatted fingers, tongue swirling around them, sends a tingling sensation through his body.

It looks so pretty on camera..

It’s not long before the stream is flooded with viewers, comments rapidly appearing in the corner of the screen.

WTF Is this?

omg

is that the real bm?

is this what I think it is

AYO????

IS THAT BUNNYMASK

IS THIS REAL

NO WAY WTF

this ain’t real

Jeongguk pants, finds himself smiling behind his mask because it’s so very real. He is so fucking lucky.

Jimin’s moans sound so pretty he’s almost jealous the whole chat can hear him, but as he’s the one fucking Jimin into oblivion right now, he’ll forgive it.

He thrusts his fingers in and out of Jimin’s mouth, loves how they get all wet, pulls them out just to rub them over those pretty lips, making them all shiny.

“Ngh- bun.”

FUCKING HELL

jimin is so hot, fuck

this is so fucking hot I can’t breathe

BM is ripped wtf

wish I was bunnymask rn

God, yes.

Jeongguk moans as he reads the comments, reeling at everyone saying how bad they want to be him. It’s the fucking best feeling ever, gets him all riled up.

“Jimin..”

He pants.

Jimin looks at him over his shoulder, corner of his mouth curling up in a pretty smirk.

“Mm?”

“Ride me.”

He pleads, slowing down the pace, pulling out.

Jimin doesn’t have to be asked twice, he just chuckles, stands up, and pushes Jeongguk down to sit on his game chair. He looks up in awe as Jimin straddles him, easily guiding his cock back to his hole.

When Jimin sinks down on him, he throws his head back against the chair, an unfiltered moan leaving his lips. He curls his hands around Jimin’s waist, helps him lift his body just to sink back down.

“Fuck, so big..”

Jimin moans under his breath, but Jeongguk is sure the mic catches it anyway. It strokes his ego just right, and he needs to see the reactions. Hates to admit it to himself but he loves to see everyone seething with jealousy, can’t deny that it turns him on to no end.

So he looks over Jimin’s shoulder, sees how the webcam catches so beautifully how his length disappears inch by inch into Jimin’s pretty hole.

I can’t believe I’m watching this

holy shit jimin is so pretty

fuck

the moon tattoos omg

This live has to be an accident

fuck you bunnymask

Jesus Christ

bunnymask is so fucking big

jimin just said bm is PACKING

ohhh my god I’m so fucking jealous

Jeongguk’s cheeks burn hot reading the comments, and he grabs Jimin’s cheeks just to show the whole chat how he takes him. He bucks his hips up a little faster to make Jimin bounce on it.

“Ngh, fuck, bun- you like it that much? Hm?”

Jimin gives him that grin, and Jeongguk feels a little ashamed that those comments turn him on so much. Nevertheless he nods, and Jimin just chuckles under his breath.

“Can I lift your mask a bit?” Jimin asks then, dropping his tone so the mic doesn’t pick it up. “Wanna kiss you, I’ll keep you out of frame.”

Jeongguk feels something stir in his gut, but the risk of getting caught somehow channels into arousal, so he nods. Jimin is careful with it, making sure he’s blocking the webcam as he lifts the bunny mask, and then kisses him.

“Ngh..”

It’s so good.

He wraps his arms around Jimin’s back, eyes falling closed. Being ridden and kissed at the same time feels so fucking good. And maybe even more so because he knows everyone can see it. The entire chat can see Jimin make out with him, can see how Jimin is riding his cock.

All his.

He groans, licks into Jimin’s mouth as he bucks his hips up a little harder, that pleasure in his gut driving him insane.

“You feel so fucking good inside.” He pants between kisses, can’t help it, needs everyone to know. “Can’t believe you’re letting me fuck you raw.”

Jimin catches on quick.

“Mmh, all yours bun.”

Yes, fuck. He hopes everyone can hear that.

“All mine.”

He repeats, keeps saying it like a mantra in his head. That’s right, this is all for him. Jimin is all his.

“You’re the only guy who is allowed to come inside of me.”

Fuck.

He looks up, bites in Jimin’s lower lip, then licks over it, fists a hand in his pretty pink hair.

“Not the only guy allowed to fuck you?”

He asks, hint of jealousy clear in his voice.

Jimin fucking loves it if the grin is anything to go by, and he gyrates his hips slowly, makes Jeongguk’s breath hitch.

“Prove me you’re worth it.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He puts his mask back on, lifts Jimin off of him, turns him around so he’s facing the webcam, then pulls him back on top.

Jimin is a sucker for attention, he must love to be in full view like this. Jeongguk bites his lip as he guides his cock between Jimin’s cheeks once more, makes Jimin sit on it.

“Fuck.”

Jimin curses under his breath.

Jeongguk takes a moment to look at the view on the monitor, how Jimin is sitting on his dick, nipples perked up, blush on his pretty cheeks, pink hair a mess, cock hard and flushed against his stomach for everyone to see.

“Look how pretty you are, Jimin-hyung.”

He whispers right next to Jimin’s ear.

“Mmh- fuck.”

Jimin already starts lifting himself and sinking back down, unable to sit still at all. So impatient for it. His hole clenches around him so good, Jeongguk can barely breathe.

DO THEY KNOW THEYRE LIVE???

I feel like this is on purpose

Bm lost the game but he won the war

ngl this is hot

jimin has a cute dick too? gonna kms

RAW?????

this shit is illegal

wanna be jimin so bad omgggg

I wanna fuck Jimin too

Jeongguk pants right next to Jimin’s ear, holds him by his hip as he fucks him harder. He reads over the comments rapidly, moans everytime he sees someone wishing they were him, everytime someone is seething with jealousy.

“Nngh- fuck- all mine.”

He moans, curling his hand around Jimin’s cock.

Jimin gasps, throws his head back against his shoulder.

“Fuck, bun-“

It’s throbbing in his hand, on the verge already. Jeongguk’s mouth waters as he rubs his thumb along the shaft, brushes the head gently just to feel Jimin clench around him.

“A-ah fuck- I’m so fucking close.”

God, yes.

Jeongguk bites his lip to prevent himself from moaning, hips bucking up a little harder. The wet, sticky, cherry lube makes ungodly sounds every time he plunges inside of Jimin, and it sends waves of pleasure through his body, muscles in his stomach clenching, that heat accumulating.

“So good for me bun, fucking me so hard.”

“Nngh- yes, fuck.”

He’s high on Jimin’s praise, leans his face closer to Jimin’s neck, wishes he could kiss it but his mask is in the way.

“Gonna fill me up with come, hm? Claim me all for yourself.”

Jeongguk gasps, broken moan falling from his lips as he thrusts into Jimin erratically.

“Yes, fuck- yes, please.”

“Please who?”

“Hyung, fuck, Jimin-hyung, wanna come-“

He groans.

Jimin moans so prettily, Jeongguk loves and hates that everyone else is hearing it too. His hips are getting tired with the way they’re slapping against Jimin, but he’s almost there, chasing that heat in his gut, going feral.

“O-oh my god- right there bun, fuck, right there-“

Jimin pants, lifting himself and sinking back down to meet his thrusts, moans turning louder by the second. He feels Jimin’s cock twitch in his hand, heavy and hot, and-

He looks at the big screen, cheeks burning as he angles Jimin’s cock just a little more towards the desk, then leans in to whisper against Jimin’s ear.

“Careful, you’re gonna come all over your setup, hyung..”

Jimin’s jaw drops, filthy moan escaping his mouth as he thrusts into Jeongguk’s hand a few more times, half-lidded eyes fixed on the screen as he comes.

It’s fucking beautiful, Jimin’s come shoots all over his keyboard and screen, painting it white. The prettiest moans fill the air, and Jeongguk just watches in awe, feels Jimin clenching around his cock.

It’s only a few seconds later that white flashes in his eyes, orgasm thundering through his body, muscles going taut as he rams his cock into Jimin as deep as he can.

“F-fuck- fuck, Jimin-“

Pleasure makes his mind go completely numb, and he just gives into it, moaning and holding onto Jimin like a lifeline as he fills him up with seed. He can barely look through his blurry vision, but the way Jimin’s come dribbles down the screen is obscene and makes his orgasm last even longer.

“Mmh- fuck- so fucking good bun, want every last drop of come inside me.”

Jimin pants, head resting against Jeongguk’s shoulder, riding his cock to help him through it.

It’s all way too good, way too much to handle.

Jeongguk wraps his arms around Jimin’s waist and pulls him closer, tries to catch his breath, leans his forehead on Jimin’s shoulder as he rides out his orgasm. He’s sweating from head to toe, inside of his mask all damp, but he couldn’t care less.

Pure euphoria takes over when he realises that- finally- he just fucked Park Jimin. A grin spreads on his lips and he feels a warmth spread inside of him, making him feel complete.

“All good, bunny?”

Jeongguk lifts his head, looks at Jimin’s flushed face and nods.

The corner of Jimin’s mouth curls up and he presses a kiss on his cheek - well, the mask’s cheek. It makes his heart pound even faster, and he wishes he could just take it off and kiss Jimin senseless.

Instead, he casts a glance at the chat.

I am deceased

that cumshot was fucking art

show us the creampie

fucking hell they know we’re watching

ngl I came

Jimin came so fucking hard his eyes rolled back

bm calling jimin hyung felt like a kink

understand why bm chose a bunny for his alter ego

did bunnymask just make jimin come on his screen on PURPOSE?

Jeongguk grins, still panting a little, looks at Jimin who’s still looking at him, cheeks all pretty and pink.

“Kind of wanna fuck again..”

Jimin says, caressing over the mask.

Jeongguk blushes profusely behind it.

“I’m not ready yet.”

Jimin laughs softly, stands up. Jeongguk swallows when his cock slides out, and he sees some of his come dribble down Jimin’s thighs. So fucking perfect..

“Come on, I’ll be careful with you.”

Jimin takes him by his wrist and pulls him out of the chair. Something about the look in his eyes tells Jeongguk that that’s an absolute lie. But that doesn’t mean he stops Jimin at all. In fact, he gladly lets Jimin take him to his bed in the next room.

“What about the stream?”

He asks once they’re out of range.

Jimin pushes him down on the bed, climbs on top of him with that pretty smirk, undoes his mask, and throws it on the floor.

“What about it?”

Jeongguk swallows, grabs Jimin’s waist automatically.

“Shouldn’t we stop it?”

“That wouldn’t look much like an accident, would it?”

Jimin pushes him down to lie on his back, and Jeongguk lets him do whatever.

“Besides, the walls are thin.” Jimin kisses him once, twice, then quirks a brow. “If you fuck me hard enough they might hear it.”

Jeongguk feels heat rush up to his face, blush spreading over his cheeks because he fucking loves that idea. Fucking Jimin so hard that the chat can hear it through the walls..

Fuck..

“You can’t be real.”

He whispers, looking up at Jimin a little star struck.

Jimin just smiles, leans down to kiss him once again. Jeongguk melts into it, tilts his head and moans softly as Jimin licks into his mouth. His hand finds its way to the back of Jimin’s head, tangling his fingers in his pink hair as he licks over Jimin’s tongue. It’s so soft and wet, tastes like remnants of that cherry lube.

Jimin pulls back then, quirks a brow.

“What do you say bun? One more round?”

“It’s Jeongguk.”

He says, can’t be bothered to hide it anymore. Jimin has already seen all of him, and he’s gonna come over way more often.

Jimin blinks a few times, then smiles, leans closer to his ear.

“Thanks for telling me, bunny.”

The way he whispers it sends a jolt of electricity down Jeongguk’s spine, and he’s embarrassed to say his cock twitches right underneath Jimin.

Something about the way Jimin doesn’t even use his name after he’s told him is a little humiliating, and yet that’s the exact thing that makes it hot.

Jimin sits back up then, reaches between their bodies, grabs Jeongguk’s semi-hard cock, and just pushes it past his rim with absolutely no regard to his need for recovery. He’s being treated like a lust-object, and somehow it’s turning him on.

Jeongguk gapes at the man on top of him, can’t even breathe properly, because Jimin starts riding him with that smirk on his lips, makes him grow hard inside of him.

“Why don’t you show me what bunnies are capable of?”

Fuck..

This guy is gonna be the end of him.