Jimin’s POV • Blowjob scene (chapter 11) • Straight Until Proven Gay • 6.9K (Patreon)

Volleyball isn’t enough to take his mind off. 

It’s so full up there, completely clogged. It’s pathetic really, he can’t even pretend he’s fine. 

Why did she have to die now? Why didn’t she die when he was 12 and she still showed him love? Everything is fucked up now. His image of her, the way he feels about her, the letters under his bed. 

He sighs, looks at the floor of their locker rooms. 

At least when he plays volley he’s able to shut his mind off for a while. Especially when that idiot is playing too. Although, something about Jeongguk today is off. Probably because he knows about the whole thing. 

Ah, he’d never have guessed out of all people Jeongguk would the one he could let his guard down around. Something about it felt.. comforting, to lean on his shoulder and cry, just a few days ago.

It’s embarrassing, honestly. Jeon fucking Jeongguk.

He looks up, finds the idiot staring right at him. Well, at his legs. This is probably the 10th time he catches Jeongguk staring at them, those big brown Bambi eyes running over his thighs. For how badly he is trying to suppress his desires he’s sure never read a book about subtlety.

“Enjoying yourself Jeon?”

Jeongguk looks up, wide-eyed, whips his dark hair out of his face.

“Sorry, I was just thinking I bumped into you last time, how is your leg doing?”

Oh. 

Fuck, he hadn’t thought Jeongguk would actually be nice. 

“It’s getting better, but I feel it now, after working out or practice it starts hurting.”

He squeezes his own thigh, then his shin to relief some pain, sucks in a sharp breath. Can’t believe he didn’t notice it throughout the training; maybe his thoughts are numbing his body. Maybe he drank too much yesterday.

“You shouldn’t overdo it, movement is good but too much might just stress it more. Also, you should massage upwards.”

Jeongguk says.

It’s so incredibly weird to be having a normal conversation that he can barely say anything. He just nods, brings out an “Oh.”

Why is Jeongguk being like this? Is it because his mom died? He bites on the inside of his cheek as he starts massaging upwards. 

“No it’s not like that, it’s this motion.”

Jimin looks up, sees Jeongguk give an example on his own leg, pretty fingers working over his shin, up to his thigh. He just knows Jeongguk’s hands must feel rough from volley. The way he smashes, he’s got to have callouses. 

He blinks out of it, tries to replicate the movement, thinks he’s doing pretty well until Jeongguk snorts.

“Your uh.. your hands are too small.”

He looks up, a little offended.

“They’re not small.”

“No?”

Jeongguk holds up his hand for Jimin in comparison, small grin on his face. That annoying, hot grin of his, with that pretty, silver lip ring he just got.

He eyes over Jeongguk’s hand, has a way better idea for them. 

“Well, if you can do it better why don’t you? You caused the pain after all.” 

He gestures at his leg. 

It’s always fun to see that glee disappear, Jeongguk immediately going into full panic whenever he makes a move, those wide eyes and the slight twitch of his lip.

“What? Giving your teammate a massage is too gay for you?”

He presses, tilting his head.

This is usually the part where Jeongguk argues back, where he gets that look in his eyes, that fire. It’s addicting; always has been, to get under Jeongguk’s skin. 

But now, Jeongguk just blinks, doesn’t have any counter argument. His eyes drag down towards his legs again, and Jimin can almost see the entire thought process. The should I do it? Is written all over that frown, and the I really want to do it is written over the way his eyes practically drink up his legs.

It must be a fetish.

Jeongguk’s been looking at his legs more than he’s looked into his eyes at this point. 

He wonders if Jeongguk is aware of it. 

“Fine. Only this once, because it’s my fault.”

Jeongguk says, doesn’t even look at him as he 

comes over and kneels down in front of him.

Oh.

Fuck, really? In this position?

Jimin feels heat flare up his face, doesn’t even get the chance to tell him no, or to wait until their teammates have left. He can’t believe Jeongguk is even doing this while the others are still here.

Kneeling between his legs like this; Jesus. For a guy this afraid of being gay, he’s a bit oblivious sometimes.

Jeongguk gently lifts his leg by his ankle, and Jimin holds his breath as he feels those callouses run over his bare skin. 

God, he’s always liked rough hands. 

Some of their teammates side-eye them, and Jimin feels equally embarrassed as he feels lightheaded. Jeon Jeongguk is on his knees for him. Right between his legs. A subject of many, many of his fantasies.

Jeongguk slowly works his hands from his ankle up his shin, one sliding over the muscles of his calve, loosening up the tight spots. 

He’s good at it. It feels way better than when he does it himself. Didn’t know this idiot had hidden talents like that, should have asked him earlier.

Jeongguk looks so focused too, follows his own hands with his eyes, frowns a little as he concentrates.

The silence stretches, and Jimin feels restless, cheeks burning up a little because this is without a doubt one of the kindest things Jeongguk has done for him.

“You- you know you don’t have to be nice to me cause my mom died.”

He says, tries to make it sound crude but it doesn’t really come out like that.

Jeongguk looks up to meet his eyes, something about his gaze is so sincere.

“I’m not.”

He says, then breaks eye contact, focuses on the task at hand, presses his thumbs a little more firmly against his skin as he massages upwards. 

Jimin tries to hide the way his breath hitches, can’t believe how smooth Jeongguk can be, when he’s usually a fucking mess. 

It seems when Jeongguk is focused on something he’s just completely taken with it. Just like with volley, he gets intense and focused, quiet. A strand of black hair that has grown out a bit falls in front of his eyes, but he doesn’t even seem to notice.

It’s hot.

He hates that it’s getting him hot. Their teammates are still around, and Jimin can feel some of them stare— but Jeongguk doesn’t seem to notice one bit; he just slowly moves his hands up a little more, lingering at his knee, then looks up at him, a silent question if he can move his hands higher.

“Mmh.”

Jimin nods, shiver running down his spine. 

He hasn’t been thinking about sex lately, too caught up with everything to really feel anything at all. But Jeongguk, on his knees, wrapping his big hands around his thigh, digging his fingers into his skin, has arousal slowly licking down his body.

God, the amount of times he’s thought of Jeongguk in this exact position. Bringing him to his knees, making him beg for a little taste. He bites his lower lip, but a soft sigh escapes his lips anyway.

It’s so obvious that this is a fetish thing for Jeongguk. Jimin spots that blush spreading over his cute, big nose, the way he just grabs his thigh, squeezes into it, not even massaging it at this point but just feeling him up.

It hurts slightly, but it feels good too; after weeks of flatlining, this is the first thing to really spark heat inside of him. Those rough hands running along his thigh, Jeongguk pretending to be massaging him while he’s really just touching what he’s been wanting to touch.

It gets worse when their last teammate leaves the changing rooms, and it’s just the two of them left. 

Such a perfect opportunity to just - to just let go of all of his stress, have Jeongguk all for himself. If only Jeongguk would just be open to try-

Ah, he promised himself not to think about that again. 

Yet, as Jeongguk leans in closer, his thoughts spiral anyway. 

It’s sort of inevitable, his eyes magnetically pull towards Jeongguk’s lips, pink and pretty, that silver ring enticing as always. How pretty would it look if he just.. rubbed his cock against them. 

He deserves it after everything, after holding back for so long, after fantasising about fucking his mouth even when he was with Taehyung.. 

Fuck.. his eyelids sink, his head feels heavy so he just lets it hang as Jeongguk kneads his thigh. 

He’s always had to be careful with Taehyung, but with Jeongguk.. fuck, he just knows Jeongguk can take it— just like with volley, just like with their arguments, Jeongguk takes it, even pushes his buttons, has that fire in his eyes—

Jeongguk digs his thumbs deeper into his skin and shit— he almost moans, bites his lower lip just in time. 

When he flutters his eyes open, Jeongguk isn’t even looking at his thigh, he’s looking right at his face— almost like he wants him to react. That electric feeling runs through his body, like right before they kissed in the club, but Jeongguk quickly averts his gaze.

Shit.

The atmosphere shifts, he can feel it. He can see it too; Jeongguk’s cheeks and nose are red, his hands feel clammy around his thigh,

sort of clumsy as he continues— it’s arousal, without a doubt. Jeongguk is turned on. 

The realisation hits him, makes his heartbeat pick up, and suddenly every single thought he forbade himself to have flood his mind. What if— what if Jeongguk wouldn’t object? Maybe his thighs have Jeongguk so worked up that he wouldn’t mind blowing him..

Before he can stop himself, he reaches out his hand, touches Jeongguk’s black hair, runs his fingers through the soft locks. 

As if Jeongguk feels his intent, he stiffens, stops massaging his thigh altogether, eyes wide. However, he doesn’t move, doesn’t bat his hand away, he just stares in front of him, breathes in and out deeply.

Fuck, Jimin isn’t sure if he’s reading into this wrong but.. Jeongguk on his knees.. between his legs like this.. 

He bites his lip, a little afraid he’s gonna scare Jeongguk away, a little ashamed how turned on he is but.. he slowly spreads his legs, holds onto Jeongguk’s hair a little tighter— just to let him know what he’s thinking about.

Jeongguk’s breath hitches, but he’s still frozen. It’s hard to tell if he wants this or not, so he’s about to let go of Jeongguk’s hair, but then Jeongguk looks up at him. His face looks flushed, his pupils dilated, Jimin is pretty sure he’s turned on.

Or is he delusional? Does he just want to fuck Jeongguk’s mouth so bad he’s misreading all the signs?

He looks at Jeongguk’s lips accidentally, and this time his dick twitches in his shorts at the idea of finallyfeeling them around him. 

God, he’s pathetic. 

His mom died a week ago, he’s barely slept, got drunk every night just to cope, he’s not even allowed to her funeral, and still, he’s got these needs. The sole fucking reason she broke contact, but somehow even in mourning he can’t control himself. Can’t change himself.

He wants this. He wants Jeongguk’s mouth. He fucking needs it, deserves it. 

When the motion detector lights in the locker room turn off, his breath hitches. Jeongguk doesn’t move— hands still on his thigh, heavy breathing the only sound that fills the room.

Fuck.

It’s so selfish, he knows it is, shouldn’t even indulge with Jeongguk, but all his self-restraint is gone. 

He pulls lightly on Jeongguk’s hair, pulls him closer, until he feels hot breath fan against the inside of his thigh. God— his dick twitches just at that.

And then the lightest brush of Jeongguk’s lips, warm and slow, dragging a line over his skin—

He can’t take it anymore.

A moan slips past his lips, and he just pushes his leg against Jeongguk’s mouth, desperate for anything— a kiss, some sort of warmth. It’s pathetic but he needs it.

“Jeon..”

It comes out as a plea, and then finally, Jeongguk kisses him— kisses over the inside of his thigh like he’s starving. 

Jimin watches through half-lidded eyes, can’t believe what he’s seeing; Jeon Jeongguk, opening his lips to press wet kisses on his thigh, pressing his big nose into his skin to breathe him in, like he’s obsessed. 

His jaw drops.

“Oh—“

He spreads his legs even wider for Jeongguk, tightens his grip on his hair, watches him kiss and touch his thigh like he worships it— the way he kneads into it, opens his mouth, sucks on his skin, leaves marks all over— what the fuck.

Jeongguk must have been wanting this for a long time. And somehow, that thought turns him on to no end. 

When Jeongguk licks a hot stripe from the inside of his knee to his inner thigh, his cock stands up straight against his stomach in record time.

“O-oh yes. Fuck.”

He pants, squirms on the bench— needs that tongue on his cock so bad. 

But Jeongguk sticks to his thigh; kisses, licks and sucks on the inside, sends tingles of arousal through Jimin’s body. Then finally, a moan slips from Jeongguk’s mouth too— raspy and hot, right before he bites the inside of his knee.

“Oh fuck- oh fuck.”

He curses, loves being bitten— loves it rough. 

So when Jeongguk’s rough hands run over his leg his eyes almost roll back. He doesn’t think anyone has ever managed to make him this horny without touching his dick. 

No one has ever gone this insane over him; how Jeongguk breathes him in, how he makes sure every surface of his leg gets kissed, the way he lifts his foot to kiss his ankle, to the inside of his calve, back up again to his thigh— that seems to be Jeongguk’s absolute favourite part because he bites into the skin with his eyes closed, moans like he can’t get enough.

It’s so fucking insane he doesn’t even know how to breathe— sees how the inside of his thigh is full of purple marks and bite indents and spit.

“Mmh- yes.”

He moans, shudders as Jeongguk sucks a mark even closer to his crotch, kind of flatlines because— fuck, is Jeongguk.. willing to suck him off?

“Ohh yes, please.”

He writhes on the bench, pulls Jeongguk’s hair a little harder, pulls him closer, even though he’s ashamed— he fucking wants it. 

And when Jeongguk moans and bites right over the mark, his hips buck up once— twice— can’t stop it.

He’s so hard. Sweat breaks out on his skin as he bucks his hips into nothing, only the fabric of his shorts drag over the head to give him some sort of friction but he needs a warm— hot mouth. He needs Jeongguk.

But Jeongguk doesn’t move closer, stays on his thigh, kisses, sucks, bites, but never moves closer to his crotch.

He breaks— can’t take it anymore.

“Mmh- fuck- Jeon. Fuck, please.”

He’s never resorted to begging, ever. But he needs it so incredibly bad, pulls Jeongguk by his hair towards his cock, spreads his legs so wide for him, presents himself pathetically, precum leaks from the head against the fabric of his shorts.

He hears Jeongguk panting, but nothing happens— so he bucks his hips up a few times to make it even more obvious. 

“Please- please. Jeongguk.”

God— he doesn’t think he’s ever begged this much. 

And when Jeongguk doesn’t react, he knows he should let him go— that would be the most ethical thing to do— but his dignity is nowhere to be found and so he just pushes Jeongguk’s face against his crotch. 

The sight is so fucking magnificent— Jeongguk’s flushed face, wide eyes, right against the outline of his dick. There’s a low moan that slips from Jeongguk’s mouth, like he enjoys it.

He gasps, bucks his hips against Jeongguk’s face, needs to drag his cock over his lips, over his nose, over his cheeks— fucking everywhere, needs to mark him all over.

“Oh fuck yes. Finally. Suck- suck my cock. Blow me.”

He pants, unable to stop rutting against Jeongguk’s pretty face. His volley shirt sticks to his back, body so hot everything is sweaty, and he almost feels bad but Jeongguk moans again, even harder.

And then, completely out of nowhere, Jeongguk presses his face hard into his crotch and fucking inhales.

Absolutely nothing could have prepared Jimin for it, and his entire brain shuts off, nothing but static in there as he moans. 

“You- you like that? Like to breathe in the scent of cock?”

It’s out of his mouth before he can stop himself— and once he starts doing this he can’t fucking stop. 

But Jeongguk— jesus— he nods, face squished against his dick like he doesn’t want to move away.

Who would have thought— Jeon Jeongguk— self-proclaimed straight guy, likes the scent of his cock.

“Fuck. Yeah? Gets you all wet doesn’t it?”

He pants, can’t see it, but he hopes he’s right. 

By the way Jeongguk moans and breathes out a  “yes.” he thinks he is.

And then Jeongguk just does it again, presses his big nose against his cock and breathes him in deeply, while he runs his rough hands over his thighs.

It’s insane. 

His mouth waters, and he tangles his other hand into Jeongguk’s hair as well, ruts against his face. 

“Fuck, Jeon. I want- I want your mouth on me.”

“Mmh.”

“Want to fuck your mouth so hard. Make you swallow my come.”

Jeongguk moans like he’s longing for it, and then all but licks over the fabric of his shorts, over the length of his cock. 

“Oh fuck. Oh- Jeongguk. Wanna taste it so bad? Wanna taste my cock?”

He pants, hips bucking up on their own accord because he can’t take it anymore.

“Mmh.”

Jeongguk moans, nods against his dick.

Jimin grabs his own cock through the fabric of his shorts, feels how sensitive he is already— like he can just burst any second, but he has to hold back.

His precum has wet the fabric a little, as embarrassing as it is, but the way Jeongguk looks at the wet spot with half-lidded eyes is enough of a confirmation that he wants this— so he finally rubs the head of his cock against Jeongguk’s mouth.

The sight is obscene— Jeongguk goes cross-eyed while he looks at it— a wet mess left behind on his lips.

“Lick your lips for me.”

He pants.

Jeongguk doesn’t even hesitate, licks his lips to clean it, and then his breath hitches. 

Jimin is afraid it’s too gross for him, but not even a second later Jeongguk leans in, and licks over the wet spot, right over the head of his cock.

He gasps, his dick twitches against Jeongguk’s tongue.

“Fuck. Knew you’d like the taste of come. so fucking good for me Jeon.”

He pants.

Jeongguk all but whimpers, leans in more, noses over that wet spot, breathes it in. 

He doesn’t think anyone has ever wanted him this bad. Hadn’t expected Jeon Jeongguk of all people to go insane over the scent of his dick. 

But god, it’s the hottest sight he’s ever seen, well, until Jeongguk rubs his lips over the head of his cock, dares to wrap his lips around it, and sucks on it through the fabric.

“Ah! Fuck-“

He sees stars as he bucks his hips up, tries to bury his cock into that hot mouth even with his shorts on— feels precum drip from the slit like he’s some horny teenager. It’s so embarrassing but Jeongguk just sucks on it vigorously, eyes closed in pleasure.

“Jeongguk- fuck- I’m gonna fuck your mouth. I’m gonna-“

“Mmh.”

Jeongguk nods, takes his mouth of and waits patiently— it’s like he’s in some type of subspace— but Jimin can’t dwell on that now.

He practically rips his shorts and boxers off, his cock slaps against his stomach, precum dribbles down from his slit over his shaft. 

It’s so fucking insane, seeing Jeongguk on his knees in front of him, his volley clothes still on, his face flushed, his lips a little pink, black hair a mess, his dark brown eyes fixed on his cock.

Finally.

Fucking finally.

“Open your mouth for me.”

He commands softly. 

Jeongguk instantly listens, his pretty pink lips open, that silver ring drives Jimin insane. Ever since he got it, he’s been wanting to kiss it, to rub his cock against it.

“Look at me.”

Jeongguk looks up, his eyes lust-glazed, cheeks and nose shimmering with a bit of sweat. 

He’s ridiculously hot. 

That’s the annoying part— he’s been trying to avoid Jeongguk, especially when he was in a relationship with Tae, but sometimes even when he was fucking Taehyung’s mouth, he’d suddenly see glimpses of Jeongguk.

It’s all in the past now— really. Shouldn’t feel guilty anymore. 

Jeongguk is different from Taehyung— Jeongguk loves this. He loves being told what to do, he loves being treated roughly, he loves being degraded.

His eyes slowly sink to Jeongguk’s lips again, and he can’t hold back his thoughts.

“Mmh.. fuck, Jeon, I wanna spit in your mouth.”

He cups Jeongguk’s chin, runs his thumb over his pretty lower lip, touches that piercing, lingers there. 

Jeongguk pants softly, looks at him like he can’t even form a rational thought— or any thought for that matter.

So Jimin doesn’t wait any longer, spits in his mouth without any warning. It’s the way Jeongguk gasps, the way his body jolts, the way his eyes shake a little, that really gets him going. 

He fucking knew Jeongguk would like that. Always knew Jeongguk would look most natural on his knees for him. No matter the attitude he gets, nor the harsh comebacks, nor the way Jeongguk looks at him like he wants to fuck him to put him in his place. 

This is what Jeongguk really wants. And he’s known it for so fucking long— could always feel it, how good Jeongguk would be for him. 

That’s the part he feels most guilty for— when he was with Taehyung— he could never go all the way, could never break him. Even if he tried to be a little more himself during sex, Taehyung would just give him those soft, warm brown eyes, ask him to make love to him instead.

But fuck— he’s been craving this. 

When he looks back into Jeongguk’s eyes, he sees how his pupils almost swallows his irises. 

A small smirk pulls on his lips.

“You like that hm?”

“Mmh.”

Jeongguk nods, doesn’t seem to feel any shame at this point. Poor thing seems completely gone, like he’s only made of lust. 

God— it’s so fucking hot. He rubs a little harder over Jeongguk’s lower lip.

“Like being degraded Jeon?”He raps. “Want me to spit on your face too? Be honest.”

Jeongguk swallows, a little bit of fear shows in the glint of his eyes, and he shakes his head. 

Not ready for that yet, it seems. 

“No?” He tilts his head. “What do you want then, Jeon?”

Jeongguk looks down, runs his rough hands over his thighs and looks down, right at his cock.

“I want to..”

Oh, god.

“Fuck. Yeah? You wanna suck my cock?”

He asks, can’t even hide how hot it gets him. 

Jeongguk just leans in closer, until his breath hits the shaft. 

Even that makes him moan. Pathetic really, no other guy has ever rendered him so fucking needy for a blowjob, and he’s not sure if Jeongguk is even aware of the effect he has on him. 

He just fists his hand in Jeongguk’s hair, tries to stop his hips from bucking up but it’s downright impossible with that mouth so close to his cock.

“Give— give me your mouth.”

He pants.

Jeongguk’s eyelids sink, and then he slowly presses his lips against his cock, kisses it softly.

“Mmh- yes. Fuck, finally.”

He groans, can’t believe Jeongguk of all guys would be willing to kiss his cock. It’s so extremely out of character for a straight guy, it had him even more confident that Jeongguk is in the closet.

He’s had straight guys blow him before and they’re usually way quicker to get his dick in their mouth, to get it over with. But then there’s Jeongguk, nosing along his length and kissing it. 

There’s just no straight explanation for it.

“Fuck- use your tongue, lick over the shaft.”

Jeongguk listens so easily, such a natural sub. 

He licks over the shaft; it looks so obscene, that pink tongue darting out to lick all the way up to the head of his cock. It seems he likes the taste because a moan slips from his lips, and he immediately repeats the motion, even wraps his rough hand around him like he knows what he’s doing.

“Oh- fuck that’s good.”

He pants, roams his hands through Jeongguk’s soft black hair aimlessly, can barely sit still for him. He ruts his cock against Jeongguk’s face, fucks into his hand, tries to align the cockhead with his lips, needs to feel that lip ring against the head.

“I- I can’t wait- want to- I want to fuck your mouth. I want-“

“Mmh.”

“I want to come down your throat- want to fuck you full of come- please-“

He manages to press the head of his cock against Jeongguk’s lips. It’s warm and wet, except for that cold tingle of his piercing. And fuck— Jeongguk opens his mouth instantly, not even a second of hesitation.

“Oh- yes. Oh fuck yes. So fucking docile for me, Jeon. Straight boys like you always end up on their knees for me.”

He pants, fists his hand in Jeongguk’s hair hard and forces him to take his whole length. Cant fucking help it, he’s been wanting this since forever.

Maybe he should have been a bit more  careful though, cause Jeongguk gags around it— but that thought gets pushed to the back of his mind when he finally sees that mouth completely stuffed— wanted to shut Jeongguk up like this many many times before. 

“Oh— oh fuck,”

He cants his hips, thrusts into that hot, wet mouth, loves that feeling around his dick. Loves the face Jeongguk makes, eyes closed in bliss, cheeks and nose red, lips stretched around his girth.

Better than his imagination.

In his fantasies Jeongguk would always whine about the whole thing— turn his head and argue and all of that, but it seems none of that applies. Because Jeongguk right between his legs is more than eager, opens his mouth for him like an invitation.

He can’t help the loud moan that slips from his lips when he rocks his hips, and fucks into Jeongguk’s mouth. It’s like he’s high, so dizzy, his ears buzzing. Finally, he has Jeongguk’s mouth all to himself— he’s fucking earned it. 

It’s wet and sloppy, Jeongguk doesn’t really know how to suck cock, and that makes it even better. That sight of Jeongguk pathetically drooling around his cock, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth as he rams his cock into that wet heat—

“Ohh- fuck. Jeongguk.”

He pants, pulls on that dark hair, forces his cock in deeper— if he hits the back of Jeongguk’s throat that’s fine, he wants to claim him, needs to be the first to come inside of him.

Jeongguk moans around his cock, high and whiny— Jimin didn’t even know he could sound like that. It sends a rush of heat down his spine— needs to hear that on repeat. Wonders if Jeongguk would sound like that on his back for him too.

That thought just fuels his arousal; a lewd moan slips from his lips as he thrusts in harder, until that squelching sound echoes against the walls.

Even then, Jeongguk takes it, eyes still closed, eyelashes getting just a little wet, like he’s teary-eyed.

So fucking hot.

“Want you to jerk yourself off thinking of this every night.”

Jimin pants, slows down just a bit to rub against those swollen, pretty lips, to feel the cold sting of that piercing before entering his mouth again. 

Jeongguk’s chest heaves a little, so Jimin eases the grip on his hair, caresses through his dark locks, traces his fingers over his scalp.

Jeongguk’s eyelashes flutter, and a soft, pathetic moan slips from his lips.

The sound is so fucking good it’s bad for his health. It’s bad for his silent obsession because if Jeongguk sounds like this from just getting face-fucked— how good is he gonna sound when he has him on his back?

He bites his lip— tries to prevent himself from going there but— it’s in his mind already. fucking Jeongguk, putting him in place, holding his strong thighs and ramming his cock inside of him—

“Oh- oh fuck- I want you so bad.”Jimin pants, delirious with lust. “Hope I ruin you forever.”

Jeongguk moans loudly around his cock— as if he likes that idea too. And the way he tries to suck on the head, the way he squeezes his thighs hard in his hands, like he wants him to come in his mouth—

Heat accumulates in his gut so quick he sees stars— can’t control his hips at all, he’s just thrusting in deep and fast and hard.

“Ah! I’m gonna- gonna come. Gonna come in your mouth. Fuck.”

He grabs Jeongguk’s hair tightly, forces him to deepthroat when he comes. His whole body goes taut— except for his cock, twitching with every spurt of come inside of Jeongguk’s mouth. That tight, hot, wet heat wrapped around him— the tear that rolls down Jeongguk’s cheek.

“Ohh fuck- ohhh yes, fuck.”

He throws his head back, feels his body shudder through his orgasm, every single muscle clenching, that heat and pleasure in the pit of his stomach making him feel so euphoric— it’s been a while since his orgasm felt this long, this intense. 

All because of Jeongguk..

The sound of Jeongguk swallowing fills the room— as if it wasn’t already way too much. Flames lick at his face when he slowly tilts his head down and sees Jeongguk, cheeks hollowed, eyelashes wet, gently sucking on his softening cock.

If this isn’t the gayest thing Jeongguk has ever fucking done. 

He doesn’t even stop— Jimin has to pull on his hair to signal it’s over. 

And then Jeongguk looks up, finally seems to come to his senses, finally seems to come back from whatever type of subspace he was in, because his eyes widen slowly, like he can’t believe what he’s done.

He can’t help the way the corners of his mouth curl up, almost says “welcome back” but he doesn’t think Jeongguk has any idea what just occurred.

Jeongguk looks down then, and this time Jimin follows his line of vision, finds Jeongguk’s cock standing up straight in his volleyball shorts— a wet spot near the head.

“My.. little straight boy liked that a lot.”

He says, know just how much to humiliate Jeongguk to keep him on edge. 

Jeongguk turns his head in shame.

God, he’s got quite a big cock, the outline is visible through the fabric of his shorts, and it would be a shame to not play with it now that he has the chance.

“Gonna do something about this?”

He asks, nudges Jeongguk’s cock with his foot. God, it’s so hot, so damp—

Jeongguk hisses at the touch, his hand flies to grab him by his ankle, like it’s too sensitive.

“Fuck.”

“Mm?” He tilts his head slowly. “You like my legs right?”

Jeongguk dares to look at him, but he seems to be back to normal because nothing comes out of his mouth. 

Always when he tries to flirt, Jeongguk turns into an absolute mute mess. 

Which is fine, he likes flustering him, so.

“You’re welcome to use them..”He says, nods at his legs. “if you want to come.”

It seems he’s said the right thing because Jeongguk’s big, brown eyes run all over them, linger at the hickeys he made earlier, the faintest blush dusts across his cheeks.

So hot.

Jimin licks his lips, studies that erotic blush on Jeongguk’s face as he rubs against his balls with the bridge of his foot, slowly drags it up to feel the length of his cock through the fabric.

And Jeongguk just lets him do it— sits there on his knees for him, eyes fluttering shut, soft little sighs and moans slipping from his lips when he rubs his foot over his shaft, towards the head, that wet spot so warm— precum still fresh as he rubs against it.

“Mmh.”

Jeongguk moans, his bottom lip tucked under his teeth.

Fuck..

“You look good on your knees.”

He comments, throat running a little dry. 

It’s just, not many guys let him do this. Not many guys just sit still on their knees and take it— wouldn’t even let him touch their dick like this. With his foot— as if it’s punishment.

And yet, Jeongguk seems to fucking love it. Doesn’t object in the slightest, even gently rocks his hips against his foot like he wants to get off with it. 

And he does, Jeongguk grabs his ankle a little tighter, and just ruts against his foot, uses it as friction. 

It feels so fucking good, the soft fabric of Jeongguk’s volley shorts, soiled with precum, his hot, heavy cock rubbing against his foot, against his toes, trying to get off by any means.

Fuck— he needs to stay sane.

“Mmh.. Jeon, want you to use my leg.”

He says, voice a little hoarse as he slides his foot underneath Jeongguk’s balls, gestures him to sit up a bit. 

Jeongguk blinks, but sits up a little higher on his knees, so Jimin can slide his leg between his, and press his shin against Jeongguk’s cock. 

God— fuck. 

He gives Jeongguk a one-over, licks his lips at the sight. 

Because Jeongguk seems out of it again, his dark eyes hazy, rough hand sliding around his calve to press his dick even harder against him.

“Go on, move. I know you want to.”

He pants— as if he doesn’t want it just as bad.

Jeongguk nods a few times, and then starts rutting against his leg. His hips cant up in quick, shallow thrusts, thin volley shorts the only fabric between them.

But still, Jimin can feel how damp it is, can feel the drag of Jeongguk’s cock against his shin, and even feels that wet spot, precum leaking through his pants.

Heat licks down his spine, a certain dark feeling spreads through his veins as he caresses through Jeongguk’s hair, like he would to a pet.

“That’s a good boy, hump my leg like a dog.”

It slips from his lips just like that. 

“Jimin.”

Jeongguk pants, it sounds almost like a warning but for the way he fucks his leg even harder, so sloppy, so messy.

God, never has a man been this pathetic for him.

“Fuck. you look so hot when you’re desperate Jeon. Take your shorts off for me, show me how big you are.”

He hopes that doesn’t sound too needy— because god, he really wants to see Jeongguk’s hard cock again. Only got a glimpse of it in the showers that one time, but it’s burned into his retina.

If Jeongguk weren’t such a fucking asshole he’d probably have offered to suck him off already. 

Lucky for him, Jeongguk is just as turned on as he is, rushes out of his shorts and underwear. His cock slaps against his stomach— thick, pretty and flushed. He wishes Jeongguk would give him more time to look but it’s pressed against his shin again in under a second.

Jeongguk seems so gone— holding onto his calve as he rubs his cock against his shin— that blush plastered on his cheeks, eyes all hazy.

It feels even better without fabric in between, now he can really feel how warm and hot Jeongguk’s cock is, how precum leaks against his shin, how Jeongguk uses that as lube to fuck it even harder.

“Mmh- fuck- I’m so close.”

Jeongguk pants, beads of sweat shimmer on his cheek and nose, his hips stagger with every thrusts. 

It’s so beautiful— but he needs to ruin Jeongguk even more. He needs to be in his head— needs to wear him down.

“Yeah? Gonna come like this Jeon? Humping my leg in the changing rooms?”

Jeongguk nods quickly, like he doesn’t even care.

“Yeah.”

“Rubbing your cock all over me, gonna cover me with your come?”

“Fuuuuck- fuck- Jimin.”

There— that’s right. Jeongguk moaning his name— that’s what he wants. The pathetic, erratic thrusts, the way his cock slides against his shin, misses sometimes, so fucking sloppy, that’s what he wants.

But it’s not enough— Jeongguk coming just like this— he needs to break him. Knows all of his weak spots and he wants to use them— can think of exactly one thing to get under Jeongguk’s skin. 

He leans in a little closer, drops his tone.

“So shameless. What would Mrs. Jeon think if she saw you like this hm?”

Jeongguk’s body halts, his eyes fly wide open, but he can’t stop it— Jimin knows— he’s gonna come whether he wants it or not.

A shiver of pure satisfaction runs down his spine when Jeongguk looks into his eyes right when he comes. 

It’s perfect. The way his body convulses, the way his hips twitch, the way he holds eye contact— god. Jimin can’t help but give him a small smirk, which seems to add fuel to the fire because Jeongguk’s eyes roll back in pure ecstasy. 

fuck.. 

“Mm, there you go. Such a mommy’s boy.”

“S-shut up- fuck.”

Jeongguk groans, but he keeps coming. Jimin feels it trickling down his leg, that hot, white liquid— feels Jeongguk’s cock slide against his leg, using his own cum as lube.

God, he’s going to remember this forever. When he dies he wants this to flash before his eyes first thing. 

He looks down at his leg then, sees cum dripping down, into his sock. He tuts, shakes his head.

“You’re making me all dirty.”

He says softly, scoops up some cum with his fingers and brings them to Jeongguk’s mouth. 

God, he’s pretty post-orgasm. His skin glows, his lips look swollen, eyes hazy. 

Jeongguk looks at his fingers, then quickly turning his head. 

What a little brat. Dares to cum on his leg but not clean it? 

He grabs Jeongguk’s chin, turns his head back and forces his fingers past those pretty lips. 

“Mm!”

Jeongguk looks at him, with that glare this time— that heated glare he’s all too familiar with. 

He grins back, thrusts his fingers deeper into Jeongguk’s mouth.

“Suck.”

There’s a short moment where it seems like Jeongguk is about to bite him— Jimin fucking hopes he does— but instead he just sucks around his fingers quickly, like he wants it over with.

Not on his watch, he keeps rubbing his fingers over Jeongguk’s hot tongue, rubs the taste into it, hopes it will last.

“Taste good? Or do you like mine better?”

He asks, quirks a brow.

Jeongguk huffs and this time around does bite his fingers. 

Fuck. 

The pain sends a hot rush up his spine, he quickly takes his hand back, tries to laugh softly to not show how fucking hot that gets him. 

Probably blows his cover when he sucks his own fingers into his mouth digit by digit just to savour the taste of the inside of Jeongguk’s mouth.

Ah..

this is the difficult part.

what the fuck does he say now?

He can’t really give Jeongguk aftercare, doesn’t even think Jeongguk would accept it in the first place. Besides that, he promised himself after that stupid kiss between them, he wouldn’t do anything to compromise his friendship with Taehyung.

Not only did he fuck that up, but Jeongguk is also very clearly not out of the closet. Bringing that up is just gonna result in another fight.

Maybe for Jeongguk’s sake, it would be better if he just acted like it’s nothing— just like with that kiss. And maybe it would be better for his own sake too, he can’t really handle himself all that well, with his mom and everything.. having to deal with a closeted guy on top of everything else right now is too much to handle.

So he stands up and pulls his shorts back up, runs a hand through his hair.

“Thank you, for the massage.”

Jeongguk blinks up at him, like he needs something else, but Jimin can’t really give it to him. 

He watches Jeongguk get dressed and stand up as well. Sees how he rubs the back of his neck, like he has no idea what to say.

Jimin decides to make it easy for him, pretty sure Jeongguk doesn’t even want to hang around, he’s probably just doing it because he feels awkward to leave. 

So he just grabs his bag, walks up to Jeongguk slowly. He’s still a bit dazed, maybe that’s why he imagines Jeongguk’s eyes dropping to his lips. 

“See you next training.”

He says before he walks past him out of the changing rooms.

That’s how easy it should be. Since they’re not friends, they’re not really anything. This is probably the best type of way to not address it in the future— which he’s sure is what Jeongguk wants. Even when they kissed, Jeongguk just ran away and avoided him the days after, so he’s sure this is fine.

But, why does he feel kind of bad anyway?