why does a douchebag like you have to be so fucking tight? (Patreon)

Fuck, he can’t take it anymore.

Jimin is just so incredibly good at kicking him when he’s down, especially with that look in his eyes, like he wants it to hurt, like he enjoys seeing him in pain.

He takes a step towards him, adrenaline rushing through his veins.

“Is that all, Park?”

A fire lights in those dark brown eyes, corner of his mouth curling up. He lives for this, he loves arguing.

“No love, I’m holding back. Want me to give it to you straight?”

“Yeah. Tell me.”

He takes another step, until Jimin’s back hits the lockers, and he’s got him exactly where he wants. Cornered, no where to go.

Jimin’s lips curl into a mean smile. Those full, pink, plush lips that have been haunting him for months.

“I think you’re jealous.”

The world stops spinning, his stomach twists at the word, but he pretends it doesn’t.

“Of what?”

“Of your best friend.”

Jeongguk clenches his jaw, feels that tension pull even tighter, on the verge of snapping.

“Why would I be jealous of him?”

Jimin tilts his head, bleach blonde hair falling over his forehead gracefully.

“Because he’s the one fucking me every night.”

Fuck.

The image of Jimin underneath Taehyung has him seeing red, he can’t even pretend he doesn’t care because his breathing gets deeper, he’s grinding his teeth together.

Jimin seems to revel in it, that fire in his eyes growing. And then he grabs him by his collar, pulls him even closer, so close that he can smell that intoxicating scent.

“Isn’t that right Jeon? You want to know how I feel, what I taste like.”

Jeongguk’s throat runs dry, and he feels his cock slowly growing hard at the idea, even though it’s wrong. Jimin is his best friend’s boyfriend, and he should be punished for even having these thoughts about him.

“Bet you jerk off to the thought of me, hm? So fucking pathetic.”

Jimin looks at him, from one eye to the other, looks like he’s wired on something, like it’s addicting to him to push him to the limit.

“Bet you’ve got a small dick too, couldn’t even make me come if you tried.”

Oh that’s- that’s just-

“Could you, Jeon?”

His breath hitches, heat licks at his face because-

because, fuck, is that an invitation?

Arousal swirls around in his gut, and even though he swallows, his throat is still dry. Jimin is so fucking close he can almost taste him on his tongue when he breathes in.

“Are you trying to find out?”

He asks.

It’s the first time Jimin doesn’t have a clever comeback, he just stares at him, chest heaving just a bit.

And it dawns on him that, yes, Jimin is trying to find out. He’s purposely driving him to this point, and he wants to be proven wrong.

“Want me to fuck you, right here?”

A bead of sweat rolls down his neck, his ears buzz a little bit, because this is going way to far. He’s at the point of no return. If he goes through with this, his friendship with Taehyung is gonna be fucking over.

Jimin’s hand runs down his body, between his legs, cups him through his pants.

“Don’t know if it’d really count as fucking with a dick like this.”

That’s it-

That’s fucking it.

He rushes to open Jimin’s too tight skinny jeans, pushes them down along with his underwear, then forcefully turns him around, presses him front-first against the lockers. Those bare, peachy ass cheeks look so fucking inviting, he can barely hold back.

He pushes his own pants down, hard cock slapping against his stomach. And then without wasting time he spits in his hand, slicks himself up, spreads Jimin’s cheeks with one of his hands and guides himself between them.

Jimin chuckles against the lockers.

“So impatient, huh? How long have you wanted to fuck me, Jeon?”

He doesn’t want to think about it. So he just leans against Jimin’s back, brings his hand up to cover Jimin’s mouth.

When he presses the head of his cock against Jimin’s rim, he finally gets a little moan out of him.

“Need to finger you first?”

He asks.

Jimin shakes his head, opens his mouth, bites on one of his fingers.

“Ow, fuck-“

“Already fingered myself.”

A rush of heat runs down his spine at the mention. The image of Jimin and his short fingers reaching inside of himself, god fuck.

He pants softly, rubs the head in little circles over Jimin’s rim, so slick already.

“When?”

“In the shower, just now.”

Just- just now?

That’s why Jimin took so fucking long? Everyone else of the team already left and he stayed to fucking finger himself?

What a pervert.

“I wanted you to see.”

Jimin says, looks over his shoulder with that smirk that’s just pure evil.

Jeongguk pants, feels his cock twitch. Because even though it’s terrible, he can’t deny that it’s so fucking hot.

He just grabs a handful of Jimin’s bleach blonde hair, and pushes his cock past his rim.

Hot, tight- oh god, so fucking tight.

His mouth waters, and his eyelids sink as he feels that heat envelop him.

“Ngh, f-fuck.”

He leans his head between Jimin’s shoulder blades, looks down at where his cock is slowly disappearing between those pretty, peachy, round cheeks.

“So you wanted this, huh?”

He asks.

Jimin gives a shrug as though it’s not even that significant.

“Don’t know what this is supposed to mean, are you even inside of me?”

Asshole.

He grabs Jimin’s hip tightly in his hand, and thrusts in all at once, doesn’t even care to make him adjust.

Jimin gasps, and then bites his lip as if trying to hold back sounds. And fine, if he wants to play that game, he can have it.

Jeongguk pulls all the way out, and then rams his cock back in, succeeds in making Jimin moan.

And then he just focuses on himself. Because he doesn’t care if Jimin thinks it’s too hard or too soft, he’s finally got him where he wants. He’s finally fucking his arch nemesis against the lockers, fantasised about it so many times.

Jimin is pretty from behind too, that small waist, the curve of his ass, the way his cheek presses up against the metal.

“That’s all you got, Jeon? You’re fucking me like a straight guy.”

Jeongguk clenches his jaw, moves a little closer.

“The fuck do you want then? Need me to make sweet love to you?”

“Hell no.” Jimin looks at him over his shoulder. “Need you to fuck me like you hate me.”

Oh, he can do that.

He brings their bodies even closer, curls arm hand around Jimin’s body, and holds his blonde hair tightly with his other hand as he looks into his eyes.

When he thrusts into him, it’s got nothing to do with force, he just wants Jimin to feel every inch of his dick entering him, needs him to realise that he’s letting him do this.

And he can see it in Jimin’s eyes, can see them widen just slightly, a soft moan now slipping past his pretty lips.

He can’t help his smug smirk, thrusts in slow, and deep, gyrates his hips to make Jimin feel it all the way inside.

Another broken moan falls from Jimin’s lips, and Jeongguk fucking loves it. Because making Jimin feel good means he’s winning.

“Better?”

He whispers.

Jimin shakes his head.

“You’re- you’re going so slow- it’s ah- it’s boring me-“

He thrusts in particularly hard, just to make Jimin moan.

“Yeah? How boring is it?” He brings his hand down, finds Jimin’s cock completely hard, leaking from the head. “So boring it gets you all wet?”

“Was ah- already wet from fingering- got nothing to do with you.”

Jeongguk can’t help but snort, and he picks up the pace a little, because no matter how hard he’s trying to keep his cool, he feels that heat in the pit of his stomach.

When Jimin clenches around his dick, he can’t hold his moan, curses under his breath.

“Why does a douchebag like you have to be so fucking tight?”