aren’t you ashamed? (Patreon)

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he’s never been so humiliated in his life. And fine he gets it— he wasn’t exactly nice to Jeongguk in high school but that was so long ago, plus, he never intended for anyone to bully the guy.

It doesn’t make any sense, he knows Jeongguk wants him. He’s felt it, the aggressive kiss they shared, the way Jeongguk pushed him against the wall in his garage and that thick, heavy cock pressed against the cleft of his ass.

“Fuck..”

He pants, not proud of how he slips his hand into his underwear again. 

The remnants of Jeongguk’s lips on his own, the strong grip on his hips and the hot breath that fanned against his neck—

 That’s all you need— just a big cock to shut you up

“Ngh..” 

It’s so fucking humiliating that even when he gets turned down and sent away he just can’t fucking help himself— already came but he needs it again, a heat in the pit of his stomach that just won’t stop accumulating, always needs more.

He needs to have Jeongguk— he needs to have him at least once. He’s never not succeeded in his endeavors; straight or gay he pulls them all, he just needs to keep trying.

Dark, unfathomable, intense eyes cloud his mind, the silver of his lip piercings, the grease of his motorcycle and that sleeve curling around that tatted, big arm.

“F—fuck I want him..” 

He pants, tugs on his cock a little faster, heat spreading through his body. 

Cum splatters over his stomach— his eyes roll back at the feeling, and he clenches around nothing, wishes Jeongguk was here to fill him up.

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It’s terrible, he knows, that he’s back the very same night even though Jeongguk turned him down just that morning, already drunk before he even gets inside. 

Sue him.

There’s gotta be something that works. He’s tried making Jeongguk jealous, he’s tried apologising, he’s tried directly telling him he wants it— but there’s got to be more. 

When he looks at the bar however, Jeongguk isn’t behind it. But Jimin knows he’s working today— he saw him just this morning. He wedges himself through the crowd, reaches the bar and asks.

“Jeongguk? Bathroom.”

The bartender yells over the music.

He makes his way over there quickly, a little dizzy as he looks around, sees a couple kissing against the wall, some guys drinking and talking in the corner, then he looks at the stalls, one of the doors is closed but even over the music, over the voices, he hears someone moaning, and he’s pretty sure it’s Jeongguk— then the familiar sound of someone gagging around a cock.

It’s sort of mindless how he knocks on the door— a red hot feeling running through his veins.

“Jeongguk— it’s me, open up.”

He keeps knocking— because if someone is on their knees taking Jeongguk’s dick right now, he needs to disrupt it— it should be him. 

The lock clicks, and he just yanks the door open, no regards for anyone else in the bathroom. 

And fuck, he knew it. 

Jeongguk stands there with his ridiculously tight black shirt, leaning against the wall, pants and underwear pushed down, hanging around his thighs, and some guy on his knees, taking that big, pretty cock all for himself; swallowing around the length.

“What do you want?” Jeongguk pants, that dark glare reserved just for him. “I sent you away this morning.”

He doesn’t know how to speak when the guy in his peripheral keeps sucking the dick that he wants all for himself, feels his throat run dry when he gets to see the entire length, the flushed fat cockhead of that big cock, glistening with spit.

It’s so unfair, it’s so mean. That should be him on his knees.

He swallows, looks back up at Jeongguk— met by an expression that knocks the air out of his lungs. There’s a glint in his eyes, a subtle raise of his brow, and the slightest hint of a smirk— like he’s enjoying this. 

“If that’s all, then.” 

Jeongguk closes the door in front of his face, the sound of the lock clicks, and Jimin just stands there, at the end of his pride. not that he has much to begin with, he’s always been pretty direct, if he wants dick he ask for it, but.. fuck..

He has to have Jeongguk. 

He knocks on the door again, face completely on fire because fuck— he’s regretting this already.

The door opens again— Jeongguk doesn’t even seem to care, doesn’t look at him this time around, maybe that’s why once Jimin gets in the stall with them and locks the door his eyes fly open.

If this doesn’t work he’s going to bury himself in a shallow grave tonight.

“What— what are you..”

He sinks down to his knees, doesn’t care about the lack of space, doesn’t care that he’s pushing the other guy away a little, looks up at Jeongguk the whole way down.

Jeongguk’s eyelids sink— a sign that it’s at least doing something to him— and then from the corner of his eye he sees his dick twitch.

“Fuck.” 

Jeongguk pants, grabs the guy’s hair to force his mouth back on his cock, but his eyes are glued to his.

Fuck— that’s good. Finally a fucking sign Jeongguk wants him.

It’s so hot— Jeongguk’s gaze on him, the way he bites his lower lip, piercings catching the light, another curse under his breath.

Jimin licks his lips— wants to maintain eye contact but the guy next to him is getting all of it— getting his mouth stuffed over and over by that big cock that should be in his mouth. 

Tears well up in his eyes as he parts his lips, all the pride he has left sinks into the floor when he opens his mouth.

“Oh fuck—“

Jeongguk cups his jaw, runs his thumb over his lower lip and just that sends a shiver down his spine, cock twitching in his pants. 

“Fuck— Jimin.”

Oh— yes..

He shudders, darts his tongue out to lick Jeongguk’s thumb, sucks it into his mouth then.

“Mmh— aren’t you ashamed?” Jeongguk asks then, a hint of mirth in his tone. “Sucking on my thumb cause you can’t have my cock.”

“Ngh—“ 

He moans, ears buzzing a little because— yes, he’s so fucking ashamed but he needs it. If this is all he can get he’ll take it.

Jeongguk rubs over his tongue, then slides his thumb out to push his index and middle finger past his lips.

“Fine. Suck them.”

God fuck— he’d usually never let a guy talk to him like this but he’s so down bad. He sucks on Jeongguk’s fingers while the guy next to him gets everything he wants— feels a tear run down his cheek that someone could reduce him to this.

He blinks up at Jeongguk— doesn’t know if it’s the tears, but Jeongguk gasps and his eyes roll back.

“Ahhh fuck—“

His body goes completely taut, head tipping back against the wall as he pushes the other guy to take his cock so deep he starts gagging.

Jimin stares at it, hopes to catch some of Jeongguk’s cum— needs it so fucking bad, but the other guy is greedy, swallowing it all before he can even catch a glimpse of it, let alone taste it on his tongue.

He almost whines when the guy lets Jeongguk’s cock slip out of his mouth and there’s nothing left for him.

Jeongguk takes his fingers out of his mouth then, but still cups his chin, looks down at him with a pretty afterglow blush on his cheeks. 

Then one more time, Jeongguk caresses his thumb over his bottom lip before he pulls his hand away.

“Gotta go back to work now.” 

He says then, pulls his pants back up and zips up right in front of him. 

Jimin is too dazed to respond— sees the guy next to him stand up from his peripheral, hears them talk but it doesn’t register, and then the door opens next to him, alerts him somewhat, that he has to stand up, so he does.

The other guy slips away between them, walks back into the club.

Fuck— what’s wrong with him? Getting into the stall and kneeling, begging for cock— what possessed him?

He looks at Jeongguk, who for some reason hangs around, scans over his face. It’s like he wants to say something, ask something, but he doesn’t, just leaves him standing there in the stall.

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