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Jimin..

Jimin..

Jimin..

Nothing works— he’s not even fully hard when one of his usual hook-ups sucks him off. She’s trying really hard, a hand around him, looking up from under her lashes.

God, he feels bad, closes his eyes and pictures those full— soft lips, those slanted, mean eyes, that blonde hair.. but then she moans around him and breaks the fantasy.

He looks over his shoulder at the slightly ajar door of the locker rooms, but Jimin isn’t there yet— despite him saying he’s always early, that he sometimes watches him have his hook-ups here.

He casts a glance at the clock, bites his lip, looks back at her.

She pops her lips off.

“You have practice now? Should I leave before your teammates come?”

“No.” He shakes his head, tilts her chin up a little. “I don’t care if they see.”

A blush spreads on her cheeks, and she eagerly takes him back in her mouth— but, it’s just not the same.

Jimin is so fucking good at sucking dick— the best he ever had, and whatever she does just doesn’t come close to that feeling. It doesn’t make him shudder, doesn’t make him feel on edge..

Then, finally, he hears the door. He can see blonde hair from the corner of his eye, knows it’s Jimin from the way he walks in with slow strides.

Oh— fuck.

His breath hitches, he didn’t think Jimin would just barge in— hoped he would quietly watch from the door opening, but here he is, just walking in, not even saying a thing.

His mere presence makes him burn up, cock twitching in her mouth as an embarrassing reminder that he can’t move on.

Sweat breaks out on his skin as he thrusts forward, eyes fluttering shut.

He hopes Jimin is watching— wants him to see, to say something, to give him some sort of reaction; maybe a jealous remark or a mean laugh or even a huff of breath, fucking anything.

But for a minute or so he’s just fucking her mouth without any type of reaction— only the knowledge that Jimin is in the same room, somewhere behind him.

Fuck, he can’t take it. He slowly turns his head, casts a glance over his shoulder, finds Jimin just casually getting changed, those moon tattoos running down his spine..

“Fuck..”

He curses under his breath, picks up the pace a little bit, takes in Jimin’s bare upper body with greedy eyes. Her soft moans get drowned out by the sheer static in his brain when he reaches Jimin’s face and finds those eyes on him.

A thrill runs down his spine, breath catches in his throat as he feels heat accumulate in his gut.

Just from eye contact.

And he hopes Jimin will give him more, come up to him, press up against his back, whisper filth in his ear like on the phone. He’s practically begging for it the way he’s looking at Jimin, so eager, so needy.

However, Jimin just continues changing, doesn’t grant him another look, and walks out to the field.

He’s left standing there, breathless, on edge, looking at the door as he tries to finish, silently hoping for Jimin to come back, to give him something, anything