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Fuck. He kissed Jimin.

It wasn’t like a full on kiss but he pecked Jimin’s lips nonetheless. 

He covers his face, rolls on his stomach in his bed and groans. It was so quick but fuck— his lips were so.. soft, and warm. 

The thing is, he never really thought about his sexuality, but after all this he’s pretty sure he’s bi. There’s no other explanation, he’s never really felt any particular attraction to guys before, but this tension between Jimin and him is off the charts.

It’s not like he hasn’t had sexual chemistry with his girlfriend but never quite to this extent. 

He’s also never really had any specific kinks that he knew about, but— fuck, let it turn out he has the exact same kink as his roommate.

It’s gross— or it should be gross, wanting to fuck Jimin’s sex toys, to claim them completely, wear them out, and give them back ruined.

God— fuck. 

His cock twitches against the mattress— it’s terrible really. Can’t even think about his girlfriend when he’s holding onto the fleshlight. 

In fact, he knows she texted, but he hasn’t opened his texts because.. 

He doesn’t want her to come over.

All he wants to do is fuck that pretty fleshlight, try out the other hole.

It’s like he can barely think about anything else anymore, it’s been two nights of this but he just insatiable. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s never used toys, maybe it’s the idea that there are so many left to ruin, maybe it’s the thought that Jimin wants him to fuck them.

“Mmh..”

He turns on his back, cheeks glowing as he takes off his underwear, hard cock slapping against his stomach.

He looks at it, can’t believe it’s still working after last night— that automatic masturbator had his cock so sensitive he couldn’t even clean it under the shower without flinching. 

He licks his lips, grabs lube out of his drawer and squirts a generous amount on the fleshlight. Doesn’t waste time fingering it this time around, he promised Jimin he’d fuck it good.

He presses his cock between those lips first, the opening is bigger so it’s easier to push in.

Shit, it’s so good, he can’t believe he never knew toys like this existed. There’s just something about the way it sucks around his cock, makes that filthy wet sound, and the knowledge that he can be as rough as he wants with it.

That’s the best part— no one is here, no one can see what he does to it. No one has to know he spits on it just for that hot, dirty sensation, how he rocks his hips up when he thrusts into it, how he sucks his fingers into his mouth and pushes two past that silicone rim, fingering that tight hole.

Fuck, he wonders when Jimin last had it, wonders how many times he came in it, if he fucked it all night.

“Mmh— fuck.” 

He does miss the cum on it— that perfect, used, dirty fleshlight Jimin left for him on his bed as a gift.

“Nngh..”

Fuck, pleasure is already spreading through his body, that familiar build-up of heat in his gut. 

He should have savoured that moment longer, should have fucked that fleshlight on Jimin’s bed a few more times when he had the chance, maybe Jimin could have walked in on him then— could have seen how well he was fucking it.

It’s the thought of those sharp eyes on him that makes him come, sends a shiver down his spine.

One orgasm down, a lot more to go. He wants to give it back only when it’s completely and utterly ruined. Wants it to be unrecognisable, completely his. 

He tries out the rim next thing, uses his cum as lube as he pushes past the tight ring of muscle.

His eyes roll back immediately because fuck it’s tight. It’s tight and absolutely perfect. He’s never done anal before but if it feels like this, then he needs to have it as soon as possible. 

That just sends him down a more dangerous train of thought. Because.. 

Fuck, would Jimin like anal? Jeongguk has seen all his buttplugs, his dildos, his prostate massager— 

“Fuck—“

So he knows Jimin likes putting stuff inside of himself. 

He looks down at where the head of his cock presses past that silicone ring, and then just— closes his eyes and pictures Jimin.

“A— ah fuck.”

It’s fine, his girlfriend isn’t here, can’t read his mind, can’t see how Jimin bends over the table for him and spreads his cheeks. 

Fuck— Jimin’s rim all wet with cum, dripping for him as he pushes his cock inside. That wicked grin on his plush lips, that blush on his cheeks. 

“Oh— oh fuck yes.”

He rocks his hips up hard, cock sliding into that fleshlight with ease, cum dribbling from the entrance over his shaft. 

It’s a terrible idea but he grabs his phone, opens the camera app and presses record. Just for himself— just for his spank bank, to savour the memory that he’s defiling Jimin’s fleshlight, that he’s marking it with his cum, his spit, his lube, that he’s ramming his cock inside of it relentlessly.

When he comes this time around, his camera captures it perfectly, slick, wet, silky white cum seeping out of the hole. When he slowly lifts the fleshlight with a trembling hand, his entire length is coated with it, so fucking filthy.

Just the sight has him eager to fuck it again.

But first, he brings it to his mouth— because fuck it, no one can see him, no one can judge. 

He pushes his tongue inside the rim, laps up his own cum, noses along the lips as he drags his tongue from the rim to other hole, sucks on the silicone, swallows it down, rubs it over his mouth.

“Mmh— fuck. jimin..”

He’s never been this dirty in his life, he doesn’t know what type of demon is possessing him but he just wants to fuck all night— wear himself out, have irredeemable thoughts.

He pans the camera to his face, films himself eating his own cum, lets some spill from the corner of his mouth, hopes it shows on video, how it dribbles down his chin. 

The wet sound that echoes when he makes out with that cum-soiled silicone is numbing his brain completely, and god— he wishes Jimin was here to see it.

He gives the opening one last lick as he brings the toy back to his cock. Even though he’s not hard enough he tries to push the head past the rim again.

It’s actually kind of pathetic how he’s semi-hard but still so needy to fuck. Wishes he could stay hard the entire time but sadly it takes a while, so he just forces his cock into the toy and jerks himself off with it until he’s hard again— no second of rest.

it gets over-sensitive after another few orgasms. and even though he knows he shouldn’t do it to himself, the sensation is so fucking good, even touching his soft cock has his body tingling— each time his foreskin rubs over the head he sees stars, feels his body jolt in overstimulation.

It’s only when it starts to sting a little bit that he finally stops. Drenched in sweat, sticky all over, heartbeat in his throat. The light that filters through the curtains tells him he’s been up all night again, which is good, since he promised. 

He smiles, holds the fleshlight close when he falls asleep.

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“Fuck..”

That’s what he wakes up to; a soft curse, a sharp inhale of breath.

He barely blinks his eyes open, vision blurry when the fleshlight is taken from his hands.

“Mm?”

“I’m taking it back. sleep some more.”

After a few seconds he can see Jimin, standing right next to his bed, shirt and shorts on as always.

Except, he’s tenting in his shorts, trying to push his boner down, squeezing it in his hand.

Fuck.

He’s awake now. 

His mouth waters as he slowly leans up on his underarms, sees how flushed Jimin’s face is, nose and cheeks red, eyes glazed over. And he’s not looking at the fleshlight in his hands, he’s looking right at him. 

“Had a good time?”

Jimin rasps. He doesn’t even seem embarrassed, standing here in his room, hard. 

Jeongguk nods, looks at the tight grip Jimin has on the toy, like he’s trying to hold back but really just wants to fuck it already. It’s completely soiled, there’s not one part of it still presentable, both holes are still dripping with his cum.

“How many times?”

Jimin asks, like he needs to know.

He always does.

“Six..”

Might have been more actually, he doesn’t quite remember. Can’t really think because Jimin is still just— standing there, and it doesn’t even seem like he’s trying to push his boner down, it’s more like.. he’s.. rubbing over the fabric.

God.

It’s what? 7 AM?

Did Jimin wake up like this or has he been awake all through the night? Either way— isn’t it insane to walk in here without even knocking?

“Which hole did you like better?”

Jimin asks then, even his voice sounds wrecked.

Jeongguk’s cheeks burn up, and though he should tell Jimin to just take it and go to his room, he feels his body run hot. Luckily the blanket covers the way his spent dick twitches to life.

Jimin brings his hand up to the fleshlight and just— pushes his fingers into the main hole. Cum spills out, and that wet, succulent sound fills the room as Jimin examines it, thrusts his fingers in slowly.

It’s absolutely insane. How Jimin bites on his lower lip and then pushes his fingers into the rim instead. 

He can see Jimin’s dick twitch from the corner of his eye, accidentally looks at it, sees the outline through the fabric and god— it’s bigger than he expected. 

“Mmh— this one feels more used.” Jimin pants softly, slips his fingers out, they’re completely covered in cum, lube, spit and whatever else. “You really fucked it well.”

Oh..

He shudders at the praise, feels his heartbeat pick up too. Cause he did fuck it well. Promised to fuck both holes, to give it back ruined. Jimin’s approval makes his dick stand up straight against his stomach.

He almost suggests Jimin to watch him fuck it next time, but remembers his girlfriend just in time.

God, if she were to see this.. 

Jimin looks at his own fingers, his eyelids sink, and then he just slips them into his mouth, sucks around the digits.

Jeongguk gasps, has to hold onto the blanket just to squeeze something, takes in the way Jimin sucks his cum of his fingers. He doesn’t think his girlfriend has swallowed even once, yet Jimin moans while he licks his fingers clean.

He licks his lips, doesn’t know what to do with his own arousal, can’t.. just do anything while he’s in a relationship, but when Jimin brings the fleshlight up instead and licks over silicone lips of the makeshift pussy, he can’t help the filthy moan that slips past his lips.

“Fuck— Jimin— you like the taste?”

“Nngh..” Jimin nods, pushes his tongue inside, runs his free hand down over his shorts, rubs over his hard cock through the fabric, plays with it right in his line of vision. “It’s so fucking dirty, you did so well.”

Oh— fuck.

He can’t help himself, runs his hand down under the blanket, wraps it around his cock. He hisses at the touch, already used it so much just hours ago, it’s oversensitive.

“Sorry— I should.. leave your room.”

Jimin pants, but he doesn’t make any amends to leave, he just looks down at him, keeps fucking— touching himself. He rubs over his shorts, presses his palm against the head of his cock, rubs little circles against it as he bites his lip.

Jeongguk pants, can’t think, shifts to the side of his bed, closer to Jimin. Everything in his body is urging him to be closer, to touch, to reach out. 

And while he can’t do that, he somehow bends the rules and thinks it’s fine to touch himself while he looks at Jimin. 

Once Jimin spots his hand moving under the blanket, his eyes widen a little. 

“Fuck— it still works? Hasn’t even been an hour.”

How would he know?

He doesn’t dwell on it, just looks up at Jimin’s face, sees how wet has lips have gotten from the fleshlight, a little bit of his cum still on them.

“Mmh.. fuck.”

He moans, imagines how amazing it would feel to fuck Jimin’s mouth, to kiss him right now—

the doorbell.

The fucking doorbell rings.

Both of them stop in their tracks.

But then it rings again, and again, and again— and right after, Jeongguk’s phone rings too. 

Oh god, his girlfriend is here.