Straight Until Proven Gay (kissing doesn’t count) • Chapter 22 • 6.6K (Patreon)

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hey hey lovelies, I had to cut this chapter in half since it was getting too long (they somehow can’t stop fucking which I’m sure is not a problem for any of you) 🫶🏼💕

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“Oh my god it’s just like old times! Having a sleepover like this!”

So, for some reason, he ends up with both Hoseok and Taehyung in his tent. And there’s nothing wrong with that except that this is possibly the worst outcome of this night.

He’s been buzzing with the possibilities of what could happen in Jimin’s tent, quietly fantasising by the campfire, praying for time to go faster.

And now here he is, with Taehyung pumping his air mattress right between his and Hoseok’s.

“I.. thought you’d bring a tent.” He says, then realises how incredibly mean it sounds and just chuckles to lessen the damage. “But— yeah, this.. is fun.”

So fun.

He can’t even smile.

“You know, I think the last time all of us had a sleep over was just drunk in our living room?”

“Yeah, we also had one at my place, I think?”

Hoseok and Taehyung are so giddy and fuck— Jeongguk would love to be able to participate, but all he’s doing is staring at the tent zipper while he gnaws on his lower lip.

How long is he going to have to wait?

Knowing these two, they’re gonna talk all night.

But Jimin is waiting for him in the other tent and he can barely breathe with all the possibilities of what could go down.

Fuck.

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“Wow, I’m so happy you came out, I’m sorry I was so convinced you were straight, that probably didn’t help.”

It’s already an hour later, Taehyung and Hoseok are just lying on their stomach on the air mattress, bag of crisps in the middle.

Jeongguk shakes his head.

“It’s fine, I think if you had not believed me back then I might have spiralled even more.”

“True, you were very prickly about it.” Hoseok agrees. “I said you smelled gay once and you lost it.”

“I didn’t lose it I just said there’s no such thing—“

“You can smell if someone’s gay?” Taehyung asks, amused. “What do they smell like?”

“It was figure of speech.” Hoseok leans into Taehyung, dips his head into the column of his neck. “but you smell amazing.”

Jeongguk groans at the bad flirting and just lifts his covers over his head, looks at his phone.

Please let time go by faster.

“Oh, I bet he’s sad cause he wants to spend time with Jimin.”

Hoseok says then, hint of mirth in his voice.

“I don’t.”

He mumbles into his blanket.

“Oh you do. You can just switch tents you know?”

The not so subtle reminder of their bet has his cheeks burning, he pulls the blanket off and glares at Hoseok.

If he asks to switch he has to tell Jimin he loves him, and he’s afraid that it will just scare Jimin off.

The thing is, he knows Jimin likes sex, he doesn’t know too much about his feelings. If he goes into that tent and they have sex and he ends that with an “I’m in love with you” it will probably not go well.

“I can ask him to come over if you want?”

Taehyung asks, no clue what they’re on about.

“No it’s fine, I just want to sleep.” He pulls his covers up and turns on his side. “You guys can stay up as long as you like.”

See he says that but he means please go the fuck to sleep.

This is his only work-around. He’s gonna have to sneak out in the middle of the night, visit Jimin’s tent, and return before they wake up.

He just has to wait.

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It’s 3:30 when Hoseok and Taehyung finally sound like they’re in a deep sleep.

He doesn’t even know if Jimin is still awake, what if he waited for a while and didn’t think he’d show up? Fuck, he doesn’t think Jimin is the patient type.

Nevertheless he has to be quiet, can’t rush out of the tent.

The zipper alone makes so much noise that he breaks sweat. It’s like when he tried to sneak out of the house as a kid, each step of the stairs made a fucking sound. lucky for him Taehyung and Hoseok are deep sleepers.

He manages to step out of the tent without waking them, doesn’t bother zipping the tent back up.

God, fuck, that was step one.

The second step makes him even more nervous though. Because once he’s in front of Jimin’s tent he suddenly remembers Yonghoon exists too.

Shit— he didn’t think this through.

Jimin is sharing this tent with Yonghoon, how are they even gonna do anything in there? He knows Jimin has exhibitionistic tendencies but.. this would go a little too far.

Unless Jimin.. wants a threesome? Oh fuck, is that it?

Oh god, what is he even doing here, he does not want to share Jimin with anyone. One threesome was quite enough.

Ah, fuck.

Maybe he shouldn’t judge the situation too fast.

He bites his lower lip, looks back at his own tent, then at Jimin’s tent.

He went through all that trouble of sneaking out, he’s not going to back down for a bunch of what if’s.

So he tries to quietly zip open Jimin’s tent, can’t see much in the dark. He just steps in, has to kneel down because there’s not a lot of space.

“Jimin?”

He whispers, closes the tent flap behind him.

A small light turns on then, casts a golden glow over everything, and when he looks over he sees one empty bed, and Jimin sitting up on the other.

He’s so beautiful, his bleach blonde hair a little disheveled, dark roots showing, those pretty, slanted eyes on him, and that small smile that tugs on his full lips— even if he gets sent away for being late, the view is worth it.

“Took you long enough.”

Jimin just says, no real bite to his tone, he just gives him that smirk, tilts his head, beckons him closer with his fingers.

Just that little gesture has Jeongguk heating up the slightest bit. There’s just something about how easy it comes to Jimin, to be in command.

So he slowly makes his way over to Jimin, who makes space for him on his small air mattress, lifts his blanket for him. And somehow just seeing the way he’s going to have to squeeze in there has him burning up.

He’s never shared a small bed like this before, and never with a man either, so, sue him for being nervous when he crawls under Jimin’s blanket.

There’s barely any space between them. It’s a narrow air mattress, so he really has to lean close to Jimin to not fall off the edge. Their legs touch; it’s warm, and the smooth drag of Jimin’s calve when he intertwines them is driving him a little insane already.

It’s also only now registering that Jimin is wearing flimsy pyjamas. Way too short shorts that expose his thighs, and a shirt so thin it’s practically see-through, he can see his tattoo and nipples through the fabric.

His ears burn a little when he looks up, and finds Jimin staring at him with a small smirk.

Oh god— he has to— has to lift this tension somehow.

“So— uh, Yonghoon is.. not here?”

That smirk gets even bigger, and for a beat, Jimin just tilts his head and travels his eyes over his body; slow, deliberate, before he looks into his eyes.

“Yonghoon is with those girls from the beach, he texted me he wouldn’t be sleeping here.”

It takes Jeongguk a while to remember the girls from the beach but then he gives a soft “oh” and a nod.

And then, well.. then he’s just lying in Jimin’s bed, on his side, face to face, one of Jimin’s legs between his own.

He swallows, quickly gestures to something over his shoulder.

“Taehyung and Hoseok— they— they wouldn’t stop talking in my tent so I had to wait til—“

Jimin’s hand comes up to his face, makes him stop in the middle of his sentence; small fingers slip into his hair, and then Jimin gently brushes it back, tucks a strand behind his ear.

The gesture is so out of pocket sweet that he can’t even breathe for a solid second, feels warmth spread from his chest to the rest of his body.

“You were saying?”

Jimin asks then, voice soft as he takes his hand back.

Jeongguk feels his heartbeat pick up just a bit, cheeks a little hot as he looks into those monolid, dark brown eyes.

“Just.. sorry, for making you wait.”

“Mm..” Jimin just hums, doesn’t seem too upset at all, actually, just eyes him over once more. “it’s alright, we should have enough time left.”

The words don’t register for a few seconds, but when they do, Jeongguk perks up, tries to read Jimin’s face but that small smirk and mysterious glint in his eyes could mean anything.

“for.. for what?”

Jimin moves closer even though there’s barely any space on the mattress, presses their chests flush together, and brings his hand around to the back of his neck, threading his fingers through his hair. Then he leans in, nudges his nose with his own.

“My reward.”

Oh—

“Reward? Wasn’t— wasn’t me sneaking into your tent the reward?”

“How’s that a reward Jeon?”

Jimin quirks a brow, smile pulling on his lips.

“Oh..” He feels nerves surge through his veins. “So.. then what’s— what do you want?”

“I’ll tell you.” Jimin tilts his head, eyes darting down to his lips. “But you have to kiss me first.”

Jeongguk’s breath hitches, heat flares up his face quickly, even though this is exactly what he came for.

“Kiss you?”

“Mmh.”

“On— on your lips?”

A small smirk slowly appears.

“Wherever you want.”

Jeongguk blinks, looks up to make sure it’s okay, and then he leans in and pecks Jimin’s lips once. just the little bit of contact sends a static shock through his body. When he tries to pull back, Jimin holds him by the back of his head to keep him close.

“one more.”

Hot breath fans against his lips, and he just leans in and kisses Jimin again, a bit more careful, slots his lips between Jimin’s, lets it linger a little longer.

“Mm.. one more..”

Jimin mutters softly.

It’s cute.

He gives in, opens Jimin’s lips with his own, kisses him slow in the golden light of the tent. That hand still roams through his hair, while Jimin’s tongue slides into his mouth.

God— he used to never like kissing. Not that weird now that he knows he’s not into girls, but the difference is just insane.

With Jimin, his brain shuts off and it’s a matter of necessity— he needs his mouth, needs to taste him on his tongue, and he always needs more.

He doesn’t know when he pulls back, but he knows he’s a little breathless.

“Lick me.”

Jimin whispers then.

It takes a second, but then he feels a low heat bloom under his skin, and he doesn’t know what game Jimin is playing but he just plays along.

“Where?”

“Anywhere you want.”

He scans over Jimin’s face, then slowly brings his hand up to his chin and tilts his head to the side, dips his head down and licks a slow stripe over his neck.

When he breathes in, it’s those waterlilies and orange blossoms, makes his heart skip a beat.

“You.. smell so good.”

He whispers, doesn’t think he’s ever said it before.

“Yeah? Like what?”

“Like..” he bites his lip, drags his nose up Jimin’s neck until he’s right underneath his jaw. “Waterlilies, orange blossoms..”

“Mm..” Jimin caresses through his hair. “I noticed you liked it long ago, so I always wear it.”

Oh..

That’s.. so

“Kiss me again.”

Jeongguk doesn’t hesitate this time around, presses a few kisses over Jimin’s neck, slowly makes a path back up to his lips.

“Are you gonna tell me what you want as a reward or are you gonna keep asking me to kiss and lick you?”

He asks.

Jimin pecks his lips, then grins.

“Bite me.”

Jeongguk raises a brow, but it doesn’t seem like Jimin is kidding and— well, it doesn’t sound that bad. So he gently bites Jimin’s lower lip, gets those playful eyes, and it makes him shudder.

“Anywhere else?” He breathes out, traces his fingers over Jimin’s neck. “Here?”

“Mm.” Jimin nods, pulls him down by his hair. “There too.”

Good.

He bites Jimin’s neck right at the part that meets his shoulder, then licks over it, kisses slowly back up, to right under Jimin’s ear.

“What else?”

“Suck.” Jimin demands then. “Wherever you want. Or whatever you want.”

He feels his cheeks burn up at the implication, but just goes for Jimin’s neck, finds one of his almost faded hickeys right over that tattoo he etched into his skin, so he drags his nose over it, kisses it softly once, and slowly sucks a new mark right over chaos.

“Mmh..”

Jimin moans softly, caresses through his hair, wraps a leg around his hip to pull him closer.

“Tell me what you want.” Jeongguk whispers against his ear. “I’ll give it to you.”

“That’s exactly what I want.” Jimin says softly. “When I tell you to kiss me— you kiss me.”

Jeongguk lifts his head, caught in those intense eyes.

Jimin’s hand moves to his chin then, thumb slowly dragging over his lower lip, eyes following the motion.

“Whatever I tell you to lick— you lick.”

Oh fuck, that’s where this is going.

“Wherever I tell you to touch.. wherever I tell you to put your mouth, whatever I ask you to suck, lick, kiss, bite, I want it.”

Jeongguk is already out of breath, but Jimin pulls him closer, doesn’t give him time to think.

“All. night. long.”

Oh, he’s fucked.

His dick twitches in his shorts, and then he just nods, because, what else can he do?

Jimin moves his leg up just a bit, presses it right against his cock.

“If I ask you to use this on me..”

Oh—

Jeongguk’s lips part, shaky exhale escaping him. Jimin doesn’t continue, but he gets the message— he really does.

“Yeah— okay, yes.”

He nods, maybe a little too eager. Who can blame him?

Jimin is clearly pleased if the smirk is anything to go by, then pulls him closer by his collar.

“Kiss me.”

He closes the distance without a second thought, loves Jimin’s lips so much he thinks he could do this for hours. Even back in the sea he just couldn’t stop— didn’t even care who was watching.

So maybe it’s a bit too much when he crawls on top in the midst of it, but Jimin doesn’t object at all— in fact, he hooks a leg around his hip to keep him close.

“Always so eager.” Jimin pants against his mouth. “like you’ve never kissed before.”

“Mmh..” He licks over Jimin’s lower lip, then bites it gently. “You’ve got a good mouth.”

“For a guy?”

The throwback has Jeongguk feeling a little silly, so he just breathes out a “shut up” before reconnecting their lips.

Jimin has so much bite— maybe that’s what makes him so good. It’s not even the technique it’s the way he looks at him in between, the way he pulls on his hair, bites on his lip, smirks at him when they break apart.

Until, at some point, Jimin pulls his hair a little harder, forces him to go down.

So Jeongguk kisses over his jaw, to his neck.

“Lick— lick over my tattoo—“

Jimin pants.

Jeongguk’s eyes flutter shut, darts his tongue out to lick over his “chaos” tattoo, knows his way blindly.

“Suck on it— bite it, want a mark.”

Jeongguk groans softly, gives Jimin what he wants, loves marking him, loves that he gave him a tattoo so that he’ll always be with him— as a claim.

He pulls back and looks at it, a beautiful purple mark right over the letters.

“Pretty.”

He breathes out.

Jimin makes a pretty, soft sound, and then he gently pulls on his hair.

Jeongguk gets the message, kisses down over Jimin’s neck to his collarbones, finds that thin shirt tickling his chin. he kisses down, over Jimin’s pierced nipple right through the fabric, licks over it once.

“Mmh..”

“Did you wear this on purpose?” He breathes out. “To tease me?”

“Is it working?”

Fuck.

He pushes Jimin’s shirt up to expose his chest, holds the fabric in his hands as he kisses over his pec, sees how Jimin arches his back for him.

He never really cared much about pleasing his partners but he loves seeing Jimin enjoy his touch; blonde hair falling back onto the pillow, glowing gold it the tent light, erotic soft moans falling from his puffy lips.

God— he’s finally able to enjoy this to the fullest. No more working around it no more mental gymnastics he loves Jimin. He loves his body, and he loves doing this.

“Jeon— can you lick—“

“Jeongguk.”

He corrects softly, before licking over Jimin’s dark nipple, sucking it into his mouth.

“Oh— Jeon— Jeongguk.”

Jimin moans softly, and fuck does it sound good.

He touches over Jimin’s chest with his other hand, rubs his thumb in slow circular motions around his nipple, while he gently sucks on the other.

“Oh— my god, yes.”

Jimin moans, arches into his mouth, caresses through his hair aimlessly.

Jeongguk feels all warm inside, plays with that nipple piercing with his tongue, then switches sides, licks over the other nipple, sucks it into his mouth.

“F-fuck, bite it, softly.”

He listens immediately, gives the gentlest bite in Jimin’s nipple and loves the raspy moan that falls from his lips.

“Mmh— so good, come back up here— want to make out.”

Jeongguk feels his cheeks burn, moves back up, kisses Jimin again, feels how his mouth is hotter now, clearly aroused. He licks into his mouth, loves how their tongues slide together, loves the taste of him, so bittersweet.

“Fuck..” Jimin breaks the kiss and looks at him, holds him close. “something different about you today. In the sea, around the fire— I fucking love it.”

ah.

He knows what it is— he’s in love. he’s out, and he wants this so bad he can feel it burning in the pit of his stomach.

“You can order me around all night long.” He whispers, slowly kisses down Jimin’s neck, leaves another mark on the other side. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

Jimin curses under his breath and then pushes him lower.

It’s a technique he isn’t unfamiliar with, he’s a bit of a head-pusher in himself, so he just grins against Jimin’s skin as he kisses down, takes his time with it, worships him; his collarbones, his pecs, the tattoo on his ribs, licks over the letters one by one.

“A—ah fuck— Jeongguk.”

“Mmh.”

He bites the tattoo, then feels Jimin pull him down further.

“Impatient?”

He breathes out.

“Ah— a little.”

Jimin sounds so honest, it’s hot.

Jeongguk breathes out a soft laugh and kisses over his stomach, feels the heat radiate off his skin, dips his tongue in his navel.

“Ahh fuck— Jeongguk.”

Jimin fists his hand in his hair, holds it tightly.

Jeongguk kisses lower, over his hipbone, bites it, sucks a mark right there.

“Lower— fuck— need it.”

Jeongguk hums, moves even lower, curls his hands around the waistband of those way too short shorts.

“Can I take these off?”

“Not yet.” Jimin shakes his head, leans up on his underarm to look at him. “Kiss over the fabric.”

Fuck.

Jeongguk’s face heats up as he slowly nears the outline of Jimin’s hard cock, and presses a hesitant, soft kiss on the fabric. But he can’t help himself, it’s been so long; he just face-plants right into Jimin’s crotch, breathes in deeply. That musky scent intrudes his senses, makes his mouth water.

“Mmh..”

“Fuck— missed it?”

He nods, though it’s embarrassing, feels cock twitch again as he takes another deep breath and just digs his nose into the fabric, drags it over the length.

“So good— why do you smell so good everywhere?”

He groans, bets even Jimin’s sweat smells good.

“Fuck— forgot you’re a slut for my cock.” Jimin pants, caressing through his hair. “Lick it.”

“Over— over the?”

“Yes.”

Jeongguk licks over the fabric, the entirety of the length, kisses it, breathes it in, nuzzles it. He needs to drown in that scent.

“Oh— fuck you’re making me so—“ Jimin pants, doesn’t finish his sentence but he pulls on his hair rather hard. “Take my— take it off.”

“Yeah? I can suck you through your shorts too.”

He breathes out, wraps his lips around the flimsy fabric, sucks around the head of Jimin’s cock, just to get a reaction.

Jimin whimpers, high and pretty, writhes underneath him.

“Take— take them off— now.”

“Mm..”

Jeongguk actually grins, has fun with it when he takes them off deliberately slow. But as soon as he sees Jimin’s cock again, he’s in awe. It’s so beautiful— knows he thought something similar all the other times, but fuck, it really is a pretty cock.

He leans in close, presses his nose against it and breathes it in, that musky scent, groans and kisses over the length, licks over the head.

It’s sticky, and the slightly salty taste is so wrong but so hot— he just wraps his mouth around the head and sucks.

“Ah— fuck— easy, take it easy.”

Jimin demands, out of breath already.

Jeongguk pops his lips off, pants softly as he looks at Jimin all sprawled out for him, cock so hard, the head is all flushed.

Maybe he’s close already?

He looks up, holds eye contact as he licks over the head.

“Fuck—“ Jimin’s eyes travel down to his lips. “So fucking pretty Jeon.”

A rush of heat runs down his spine, and he slowly wraps his lips around the head again, feels how soft it is, so warm.

“Mmh— fuck, glad you watched gay porn.”Jimin pants softly. “Last time I had to just ram it in.”

God this guy, he has a way with words.

He just sinks down his length, loves the feeling of the shaft rubbing on his tongue. He bobs his head, sucks around the length, then kisses down the shaft to Jimin’s balls. without any instruction he licks them, sucks them into his mouth, wraps his hand around jimin’s cock to jerk him off at the same time.

He might not be great at it, but he just wants it so bad.

“Oh— fuck— Jeongguk.” Jimin holds his hair tightly, sucks in a sharp breath. “so fucking good.”

“Mmh..”

He licks from the base to the head, sucks it back into his mouth.

The tent fills with sounds of Jimin trying to hold back his moans, soft whimpers, and the wet sound of him sucking around his cock.

The way Jimin’s fingers roam through his hair aimlessly has him moaning around his length. He doesn’t know what comes over him when he pops his lips off but it just slips out.

“I fucking love your cock.”

Jimin gasps— curses under his breath and then without any warning just comes.

Jeongguk gasps, sees how Jimin’s body goes taut, muscles clenched, come shooting in white, slick streaks over his toned stomach.

He blinks at the sight, and then pride swells in his chest because— that was really fast. Jimin just came within a few minutes or less. He can’t hide his smile when Jimin looks at him.

“Should have timed that..”

He says, just because.

Jimin huffs out a breath, but then laughs breathily, scoops up some of his cum and just brings his fingers to Jeongguk’s lips.

“Open up.”

Oh.

He opens his mouth, looks Jimin right in the eyes as those fingers push past his lips.

“Mmh..” Jimin bites on his lower lip, hypnotised by the sight, rubs his fingers down on his tongue. “Didn’t think you’d ever say something like that.”

“Mm?”

“That you love my cock— caught me off guard.”

Jeongguk hums softly around his fingers, cheeks burning as he tastes Jimin’s cum, but he doesn’t dislike it. He sucks the digits clean, then lets them slip out.

“Sure.”

He teases, seems to surprise Jimin again because he gets that blink, a soft offended huff.

“Bet you couldn’t hold out for one minute with my lips around you.”

Jeongguk flicks his gaze down to Jimin’s pretty, puffy lips, and though he wants to act nonchalant, he feels his dick twitch just at the thought.

“Probably.”

He nods.

Jimin just looks at him for a while, that playful smirk pulls on his lips. Then he pats the spot next to him on the air mattress.

“Come here, lie down.”

Jeongguk listens, thinks that maybe he should be a bit more of a challenge but Jimin looks so pretty in the golden light, he doesn’t want to deny him a thing.

“Kiss me.”

Jimin taps his own lips, and Jeongguk kind of melts at the gesture.

He leans in, kisses Jimin again with a content sigh, could do this all night. It feels so fucking good— so warm; so soft, so wet. He pulls Jimin closer by his hip, doesn’t want any space between them.

“Fuck— what’s gotten into you?” Jimin whispers against his lips. “You’re so good for me today.”

“Mm..” he drags his nose against Jimin’s, breathes in that heavenly scent. “I just want you.”

A beat passes, and then Jimin curses softly, puts him on his back.

His breath hitches when Jimin climbs on top, especially when he gets that lust-glazed look, those half-lidded siren eyes.

“I wanna suck you off.”

Oh—

He doesn’t even get the time to say anything, because Jimin pecks his lips, then kisses down his neck and all he can really do is stare at the ceiling of the tent with his heart in his throat.

Because— fuck— is this really happening?

“Haven’t had a blowjob in a while, hm?”

Jimin whispers right under his ear.

“Mmh.” He moans softly, nods. “Last time— you were there.”

“I know.” Jimin bites in his earlobe softly. “I was so fucking jealous.”

Jesus.

Jeongguk’s eyes flutter shut and he bites down on his lower lip.

“I know.. I saw.”

“You did, huh?”

“Mm.. you were watching her blow me.. eyes got all dark.”

Just the memory makes his dick twitch.

“Bet you loved that.” Jimin moves down, rides his shirt up with his hands and squeezes one of his pecs. “Hm? did it all for me.”

“Mmh..” He nods, loves how Jimin feels him up under his shirt, those warm hands exploring his chest, one finger running over his nipple. “F-fuck.”

“You told me to just watch, but you could barely do anything without me telling you what to do.”

Jimin reminds him, then kisses over his chest, licks a hot stripe right over his nipple.

Jeongguk gasps, arches into his touch, nods again even though it’s embarrassing. Then he looks down just to see those pretty lips at work, wrapping around his nipple to suck on it. They’re so plump.. so pink— so perfect.

The tingling sensation sends a hot rush through his body, and he brings his hand to Jimin’s blonde hair, gently threads his fingers through it.

“You were so.. fucking beautiful, couldn’t keep my eyes off you.” He admits, sees Jimin look up at him from under his lashes. “Still can’t..”

Jimin pops his lips off then, his cheeks seem a little more pink than before.

“Good— want you to look only at me.” He says softly, before kissing down his stomach, hands finding the waistband of his shorts. “Can’t look away when I suck you off either.”

“Fuck..”

Jeongguk bites his lower lip, lifts his hips so Jimin can take off his shorts and underwear at the same time. His cock slaps against his stomach— he’s been hard for a minute so he sucks in a sharp breath at the contact.

“Hold my hand, squeeze when you’re about to come, okay?”

Jimin offers him one of his hands, and Jeongguk takes it without question, words only registering a few seconds later.

“Wait—“

He leans up on his underarm, but Jimin already curls his other hand around his length, and just the sight takes his breath away. Because— fucking hell, Jimin’s hand is small and it.. makes his cock look big.

It’s actually insane, this sight— Park Jimin between his legs, the golden light illuminating his face, those dark brown eyes on him as he leans in closer to his cock.

His heartbeat picks up significantly— he has to hold his breath because fuck— it’s finally happening.

Panic rushes through his body and he just squeezes Jimin’s hand.

“Fuck— Jimin— I don’t know if I can—“

“Ssh..” Jimin slowly moves his hand around his length. “I’ll take good care of you.”

Oh.

Heat flares up his face like flames. He bites his lower lip and nods, intertwines their fingers— just for comfort.

But as soon as Jimin’s mouth nears the head of his cock, heat and desire spread through his body so fast it makes his vision blur— so he squeezes Jimin’s hand just in case.

A soft, breathy chuckle hits the head of his cock.

“What did you say about that timer?”

“You— you don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.”

“Oh, I can make an estimate.” Jimin tilts his head, some blonde hair falling over his forehead. “In that hallway— after your volleyball match?”

Jeongguk tries to steady his breathing, chest moving up and down slowly as he shakes his head.

“No?” Jimin raises a brow, squeezes his hand softly. “I was very sure I saw you look at my lips.”

“Oh I did.” He admits, remembers it like yesterday, feels his cheeks burn up all the same. “..but it was before that.”

Jimin’s eyes glint, and he leans a little closer, until his lips brush right against the head of his cock.

God fuck.

His cock twitches, he sucks in a sharp breath— clenches his thighs hard because he doesn’t want to come yet.

“Fuck— please. I can’t—“

“Mmh, but you can, just squeeze my hand.”

Even when Jimin talks, his breath fans against his cock and it’s so fucking good that his body breaks out in sweat. So, he needs to squeeze Jimin’s hand, has to hold it in.

“Was it when you walked in on me blowing Taehyung?”

Jimin asks then, eyeing his length up and down like he just wants to swallow it whole.

Jeongguk swallows, but gives a slow nod.

“Mm.” Jimin smirks, softly brushes his lips over the base of his cock then, presses a kiss on it. “I was kind of hoping you’d see it.”

“Fuck.” He curses, body running hot. “Of course you did.”

“Couldn’t help it. You were always looking at my lips, making comments about my mouth— it’s your own fault.”

Jimin moves his hand up and down his cock slowly, then darts his tongue out and licks over the head. It’s so hot— so slow—

“S-stop fuck, I can’t.”

He squeezes Jimin’s hand tightly.

Jimin chuckles softly, takes his mouth off.

“You’re never gonna get that blowjob like this.”

“Sorry— you just look so pretty.”

Shit, it keeps slipping from his mouth tonight— doesn’t know if it’s the setting, the fact that they’re finally alone in a private space, or just the fact that he can finally have Jimin without any guilt.

Even the way Jimin’s cheeks and nose turn pink in the light is so beautiful it makes him want to kiss him again.

“Mm.. that so?”

“Yeah.” He nods, squeezes Jimin’s hand. “So fucking beautiful.”

Jimin’s breath hitches, but then he leans back in and kisses over his length— doesn’t say anything else just kisses his cock from the base to the head, eyes fluttering shut.

Fuck—

“I want to suck you off really bad so hold out for me as long as you can.”

Jeongguk bites back a moan, clenches his thighs because fuck— Jimin’s lips wrap around the head of his cock and it’s like everything just feels ten times more intense.

That hot, pretty mouth slides down his length, those full lips stretching around the girth, Jimin’s pretty flushed face, the way his eyes close, small frown between his brows like he enjoys it.

“A-ah fuck— Jimin..”

He feels it in his gut, that heat, that pleasure. But he tries to hold back, if only to watch Jimin slowly bob his head around him— if just to watch for a mere 10 seconds— he needs to hold back.

“Mmh.”

Jimin moans around his cock and it vibrates so good Jeongguk has to bite down on his tongue not to come.

Not that Jimin cares, he just uses his hand around the base as he focuses just on the head, rubs his tongue along the underside, slides it right in the slit.

“Fuck— oh fuck—“

The temperature rises around him— and he’s sweating just taking it all in. Can’t believe he finally knows how it feels— this soft, warm, wet heaven— those pretty lips wrapped around him— Jimin looking up at him from under his lashes while he takes his cock deeper. The way he can see it bulge in Jimin’s cheek every now and then.

“A—ah fuck.” He bites his lower lip, curls his toes, clenches his muscles, tries anything to keep it in. “Jimin— fuck.”

It’s when Jimin pops his mouth off and lies the head of his cock flat against his tongue that he just can’t function anymore.

“Jimin— I’m gonna—“

“Mmh.”

Jimin gives a quick nod, squeezes his hand as if to say it’s okay.

That does it.

“Fuck— thank you.”

He fights to keep his eyes from rolling back— and he’s glad he does because Jesus fucking Christ does it look absolutely beautiful when he comes on Jimin’s tongue. White, slick streaks of it land inside of his mouth, on his upper lip, on his cheek.

Jimin moans like he’s the one coming— so pretty and high. He keeps jerking him off like he wants more, wants every single drop of cum that he can milk out of him.

“A-ah fuck— Jimin— it’s sensitive—“

He moans, but even then Jimin doesn’t seem to want to stop, he just leans in and sucks around the head even more, takes him back into his mouth like he needs it.

“Fuck— stop—“ he pants, squeezes Jimin’s hand hard as his body jolts from overstimulation. “Ahh— stop.”

“Mmh..”

Jimin finally pops his lips off, looks at him with a pretty grin. Then he crawls up to him, and without cleaning his mouth just closes the distance.

Jeongguk isn’t even fully back to earth yet but Jimin is kissing him so good that he has to snap back. Doesn’t want to miss even a second of this night. He wraps an arm around Jimin’s back, and fists his hand in his hair.

God— he never wants to stop kissing. Even if it tastes like his own cum— even if he can barely move his lips in the aftermath of his orgasm— he loves it. Jimin’s lips feel so good, so soft, so warm; and that smirk right against his mouth tastes even better.

“Can’t believe you said thank you just now.” Jimin laughs. “That was really cute.”

Wow.

Jeongguk blinks, doesn’t think he’s ever been called cute before.

“I thought you’d make me suffer, that’s why— I was grateful.”

He says, tilts his head for another kiss but Jimin just grins.

“I wanted to. Not to make you suffer— I just wanted to suck you off a little longer. It’s not just you who’s been craving it.”

Oh, right. He looks into Jimin’s eyes, and when he’s met by that sincere expression his cheeks burn up a little.

He brings his hand to Jimin’s cheek then, wipes off the cum with his thumb, even though it does look quite pretty on him.

Jimin licks it off his finger without even asking, takes his thumb in his mouth to suck it clean. When he pops his lips off, Jeongguk can’t even come up with anything to say. Never has a man made him this speechless.

“You taste good.”

Jimin comments casually, gives him a wink.

It’s so silly how that makes his heartbeat pick up. He needs to man up. Can’t get flustered because of these type of gestures.

Jimin just rolls off of him, lies next to him on his side. Jeongguk turns so they’re face to face; eyes slowly traveling down to those lips again. When he leans in for another kiss, Jimin lets him peck his lips once, but pulls back after.

“Mmh?”

“Nothing.” Jimin shakes his head, but then smiles, a twinkle in his eyes. “you’re just so eager.”

Oh.

He burns up a little, shrugs quickly.

“I just.. like your mouth.”

“I could tell, was it 1 minute? Less?”

“Shut up— that was just like, months and months of anticipation.”

He deflects, but can’t compete with that look Jimin gives him so he just groans softly.

“Come closer.” Jimin demands, already pulls him by his shirt. “And take this off.”

He sits up to take off his shirt, throws it on the floor. Jimin’s eyes run over his body, small smile on his lips like he appreciates the view.

When Jeongguk lies back down on, he naturally looks at Jimin’s flimsy shirt— doesn’t necessarily want to take it off. Something about seeing his dark nipples right through it..

He touches over the fabric, runs his fingers right over his tattoo, the letters he just licked.

“I like this..” He breathes out softly. “Looks good on you.”

“You’re full of compliments today, hm?”

Jimin beckons him closer with his fingers, and god, does he look good when he’s in charge.

Jeongguk leans in close, slides his arm around Jimin’s waist, pulls him flush against his body, nose to nose.

“Can I ask you something?”

Jimin breathes out.

Jeongguk nods, steals a small peck, just because he can’t hold back with temptation so close.

“Do you want to go all the way?”

Oh—

Oh fuck.

The question wakes him right up, and he pulls back to just look at Jimin, heartbeat in his throat. He’s stuck for a bit, just breathing in and out, throat running dry.

Because— even though he kind of hoped that’s what the night would bring, he didn’t think they’d actually make it to this point.

However, the thought of finally sinking into Jimin— fuck.

His throat runs dry and he can only nod.

“Yeah— I.. yeah.”

“Good..” Jimin kisses his lips softly. “There’s just a few things I’d like you to know.”

“What things?”

“Mm.. first.” Jimin pulls back a little, moves one of his legs between his. “I waxed and cleaned for you— especially my legs.”

Oh.

Just the mention has him alert; the feeling of that soft shin between his own. Even though he just came, he feels his dick twitch back to life.

“Second..” Jimin whispers, caressing a hand down his chest. “If you feel uncomfortable with me commanding you around, you can say stop at any second. I might get a little mean.”

Jeongguk feels his heartbeat pick up steadily and he just nods quickly.

“That’s— I.. I like that.”

He says, even though he probably shouldn’t give Jimin that much power.

“Good..” Jimin smirks, grants him another soft kiss, moves his leg up until it’s pressing right against his crotch. “And one last thing..”

Another thing? He doesn’t think he can even survive the first two.

“Mm?”

“I want to top you tonight.”------------next chapter >