❤️‍🔥 SUPG MINI SCENE (Start of chapter 24) (Patreon)

“I— I’m not sure if it’s clean though— I did shower just before bed but—“

“Don’t worry— brought condoms, tissues, and a towel too.” 

Jeongguk blinks, looks at Jimin grabbing the bottle of lube, feels nerves surge through his veins at the idea. 

“You prepared for everything, huh?”

He tries to tease but really he’s just trying to distract himself. Because when Jimin squirts lube in his hand it gets a little too real. Heat rushes up to his face as he watches those fingers glisten.

“Mmh.” Jimin casts him one of those lust-glazed glances. “Kind of figured we’d end up fucking, being in the same tent for a week.”

“Mm..”  

Honestly, it’s not like the thought didn’t cross his mind, he just didn’t really prepare— didn’t think about it really, with girls he usually doesn’t have to bring anything.

Jimin leans in close then, nudges his nose to ask for a kiss.

It’s so cute, he doesn’t think he can handle Jimin like this at all. Nevertheless, he can’t deny him a single thing either— so he leans in and kisses him, already familiar with those soft, full lips.

It’s another one of those languid— soft kisses. Even though it’s supposed to be relaxing, it’s like a slow burn that spreads through his body. The intimacy— how Jimin moves his lips against his, licks over his lower lip, slips his tongue in his mouth, all so overwhelming. 

His hand naturally finds it’s way to the back of Jimin’s head, where he tangles his fingers into those soft, blonde locks.

So warm, so fucking good.

He’s lost in it, until he feels Jimin’s hand slide down his body, the warmth of his palm brushing over his stomach, down his hip to his thigh, and then slowly between his legs—

Oh..

He inhales sharply.

Jimin breaks the kiss, studies his face, then takes his hand, slides his fingers between his, and gently squeezes it.

Just like with the blowjob— and with Jimin riding him— he gets the message. He can squeeze Jimin’s hand whenever he needs a break, whenever it gets too much.

“Never fingered yourself, right?”

Jimin whispers, slides his hand further between his thighs, soft fingers brushing against the sensitive skin.

He bites back a soft moan, shakes his head.

“Never— never even thought about it.”

“Mm.. but you know about the prostate..”

The prostate? 

He blinks, knows what it is, but not really what it has to do with anything.

Jimin blinks too.

“The male g-spot? you found it in like a second when I told you to curl your finger earlier.”

Oh that.

“Is that the prostate?”

Jimin looks at him for a second, then just laughs softly.

“Yeah, I thought you knew— since you were so good at it.”

The compliment warms him up a little, he gives a small shrug.

“You gave me directions— I just followed them.”

“Mm, you’re really good at that.” 

Jimin grins, pecks his lips once more, slips his hand even closer, between his cheeks. 

Fuck..

He squeezes Jimin’s hand, feels a little bad for being so nervous, but Jimin doesn’t make fun of him, he just gives him that gentle smile, that soft gaze.

“It can be a bit of a weird feeling, at first. So, you’ll have to do something for me, before I slip my fingers in.”

Jimin says, caresses softly over his hand with his thumb.

Butterflies.

“Okay.”

He nods, doesn’t dare to caress Jimin’s hand too, even though he kind of wants to.

the thought gets pushed back when Jimin kisses the inside of his knee softly, then looks at him through strands of his bleach blonde hair, gaze even hotter than before.

“Touch yourself for me.”

Oh—

Just the tone of Jimin’s voice sends a hot rush down his spine, cock twitching despite the fact he already came twice. 

He looks down at it, then back up at Jimin, heart in his throat. 

“You— want me to just..”

“Yeah, want you to get yourself hard.” 

Fuck, why does that make his cheeks burn up? He’s just put his tongue in Jimin’s ass without any shame but the way Jimin looks at him now, the intensity of his siren eyes, wanting him to get off—

He turns his head away, just to breathe, to break eye contact.

“Shouldn’t fingering— like— feel so good that I get hard, automatically?”

“Maybe.” Jimin whispers. “But I want to watch you touch yourself.”

Jeongguk’s breath hitches, and he squeezes Jimin’s hand just because he can barely handle being talked to like this.

He looks down at his soft cock, feels his ears burn.

“I’ve seen you touch yourself before.” 

“When I was hard.” He looks up at Jimin. “It’s embarrassing when it’s soft like this.”

“Is it?” 

Jimin tilts his head, acts like he doesn’t know, but Jeongguk is damn sure that’s why Jimin likes it in the first place— loves watching him in this type of state.

“You’ll just have to close your eyes, imagine some dirty fantasies..” Jimin says, that pretty voice dipping just a little lower, a little more breathy. “And tell me all about them.”

Jeongguk can’t breathe for a solid second, face so hot already, before they’ve even started.

he’s absolutely not surviving the night with this demon.

“Close your eyes.” 

Jimin commands— voice almost hypnotic.

Jeongguk doesn’t know why he listens, takes one more second to burn the sight of Jimin looking at him so intensely on his retina, and then closes his eyes.