WIPWEDNESDAY • Dark Desire 🫣 (Patreon)

for non-natives to translate easier ⬇️

(A/N -> I’m in Japan but we traveled the wrong way cause there are 2 Fujioka stations so we’re like 6 hours away from our intended stay rn lmao, super tired, gonna sleep a bit and then try to catch jimin at the dior event hehe)

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“Jeon-“

“Sir-“ Jeongguk looks at him with half-lidded eyes, clearly gone. “I wanna fu-“

“Not here.”

Jimin cuts him off before he says it out loud. Then disgust fills his system at his own words. Not here.. does that mean he’ll let Jeongguk fuck him somewhere else? He doesn’t want to answer that question, but he’s pretty sure his semi kind of does that anyway.

He pushes Jeongguk off quickly, glancing around, analysing the crowd, hoping no one has seen them. The coast seems clear, no one is casting glances. It’s just Jeongguk breathing down his neck next to him, sitting way too close, curling his hand around his waist.

“At your place?”

Jeongguk asks, hoping to get lucky.

Jimin shakes his head, taking his earphones out, removing Jeongguk’s hand from his waist.

“Forget it.”

He says, covering his semi as he stands up and walks to the changing rooms, followed closely by Jeongguk.

“You said not here. So where?”

“I meant to say no.”

He argues, cheeks burning up because it’s a lie. That tight feeling in his chest when he faces the wall of the changing room.

“Please, sir..”

Jeongguk tugs on the hem of his shirt, and Jimin grants him a look. Which he shouldn’t have, he didn’t need to see that pleading look in his eyes. Jeongguk is literally begging for sex. How did he even end up in this situation? Why is it so goddamn flattering? That feeling of being desired by someone younger than him.

For a while he just stares at Jeongguk blankly, fighting a battle within himself.

It’s a mistake. It’s been a year and he hasn’t forgiven himself. If it takes this long to even feel slightly better, why would he risk doing it again?

Then again, if he’s never gonna be able to forgive himself anyway.. what’s one more mistake?

“I’m.. I’m gonna shower.”

He announces, throat running dry. He doesn’t wait for a reply as he strips himself bare, grabbing his towel and bodywash. It’s an invitation and it’s not. It’s a statement he can easily defend as harmless. If Jeongguk takes it as a no, then that’s it.

From his peripheral he sees Jeongguk freeze, before he starts taking off his clothes at lightning speed.

Jimin pretends he doesn’t care as he walks into the public showers, that shadow taking the best of him, he’s worn out, he wants to give in. Jeongguk joins him not even a second later, enters the same stall, locks the door that Jimin hadn’t bothered to close in the first place.

He doesn’t say anything though, just turns on the shower and lets the hot water relax his muscles, fully aware Jeongguk is watching him, wondering what’s gonna happen.

When he grants him a look, Jeongguk is standing there a little helplessly, big eyed and uncertain. He’s trying to hide that he’s still rock hard, but Jimin spots it immediately behind that tattooed hand.

He doesn’t need to do anything for Jeongguk to want him this bad. it’s kind of cute. As wrong as it is, it still makes him feel some type of way.

“Can I.. join?”

Jeongguk asks then, still standing in the corner, waiting for Jimin’s consent.

“No.” Jimin shakes his head, cheeks burning up a little as he gathers the courage to say his next sentence. “I want you to stand there.. and touch yourself.”

It takes a while before Jeongguk processes the sentence, but then his jaw drops, eyes turning darker. He nods then, like he’s taking a command, breathing out an: “Okay sir” as he wraps his hand around his cock.

Jimin pretends he doesn’t watch, brushing his wet hair back under the shower, catching Jeongguk’s wrist flicking in his peripheral. It’s exhilarating to know Jeongguk just listens, when he’s usually so rebellious.

The wet, rhythmic sound echoes against the shower cabin walls. That, accompanied by Jeongguk’s sharp breaths and airy moans, has Jimin licking his lips in pleasure.

“Sir, can you- can you watch me?”

Jimin hates that he loves being called sir. Last time, it felt like Jeongguk was mocking his authority, his self-control. Now it feels like Jeongguk wants him so bad that he’s trying to please him, trying to be respectful.

So, Jimin grants him a look. Jeongguk gasps when they make eye-contact, and starts touching himself a little faster. Jimin trails his eyes down, over that nice broad chest, dark nipples perked up, the defined muscles, hard lines of his abs, his v-line, down to his pretty tattooed hand working that big cock.

It’s bigger than he remembers, nice and thick and veiny. Jeongguk strokes himself prettily just for him, slows down the pace, twists his wrist, runs his thumb over the head in little circles.

Jimin’s mouth waters.

It’s been a long time since he sucked dick, but he kind of feels like it right now. But it’s a public place, and the tiles don’t look too comforting for his knees.

He travels his eyes back up, finding Jeongguk watching him with half-lidded eyes, cute blush on his cheeks, sucking his lower lip into his mouth as he jerks off.

He gestures Jeongguk to come closer, and Jeongguk listens immediately, stepping under the shower, looking so eager for literally anything, any type of command.

Jimin licks his lips, looks down at his own cock, hard against his stomach, and then at Jeongguk’s.

God, it’s so fucking pretty.

“Can I touch you, sir?”

Jeongguk asks, sounding so breathless, like he’s on edge just being this close, like he could burst any second. Jimin feels heat lick down his spine with the amount of control Jeongguk gives him, and the way he calls him sir. God fuck, he wants to hear it again.

It’s terrible, but he loves it so much. That shadow takes over completely.

“Can you fit the both of us in your hand?”

He asks, biting his tongue not to call Jeongguk nicknames too.

“Yeah- fuck- I can.”

Jeongguk nods, panting as he looks down between their bodies, but doesn’t touch yet. Jimin wonders what happened to that brat he knows Jeongguk to be. why is he listening so well?

And why is it turning him on?

“Then I’ll allow you to touch me.”

“Oh fuck. Thank you, sir. I’m just- I’m gonna-“

Jeongguk bites his lower lip, cutting himself off, and then wraps his big hand around the both of them clumsily, like he wants it so bad that he cannot calm down.

Jimin hisses in pleasure when he feels Jeongguk’s big shaft brush against his own. That dark desire runs through his veins as Jeongguk starts jerking off the both of them, moaning so prettily.

“Oh fuck- oh fuck..”

Jeongguk gasps, looking down at their cocks rubbing together, then up into Jimin’s eyes. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen Jeongguk prettier than this. He’s so horny, mouth hanging open, face flushed red, eyes half-lidded and lust glazed.

Jimin stares at his open mouth as he rolls his hips, fucking against Jeongguk’s pretty cock. He’s been wanting this for so long, craving it so bad, dreaming about it every fucking night and he hates himself for it.