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They don’t always illegally use the gym court to train extra, it’s been a few weeks or so. Ever since the basketball team secretly got the keys copied, they’ve been using the other side of the court too for volleyball. 

It seems today their luck has run out, though.

“Fuck, I just saw the principal come this way with some other teachers, we’ve got to go.”

Shit.

The entire team scatters, some run outside but they get caught instantly. 

Jimin’s eyes widen, he can’t get caught, his perfect grades, his reputation— all will go to shit.

He runs to the locker rooms instead, hears loud voices behind him, teachers yelling at him to get back, so he looks around completely breathless, finds a big locker that’s still just barely open, so he runs to it, yanks at the door, stands face to face with Jeon Jeongguk.

Oh shit.

“Hey!”

The voice is even closer, so he doesn’t even think twice, just gets into the locker quickly, heart hammering against his ribs.

“What are you doing?!” Jeongguk whisper yells.

“Sssh.”

He closes the door of the locker behind him as quietly as he can in the rush, everything going dark. he turns around quickly, finds the small roster at the top of the locker door and peeks through the cracks. 

Two teachers walk in, out of breath.

“I swear I saw one go in here.”

“Showers?”

Jimin can only see their legs move from the small cracks as they check around the locker room.

There’s a warmth pressing against his back, and it only now registers that there’s barely any space in the locker; his front is pressed against the door, his back is pressed.. against Jeongguk’s front.

Kill him now.

Why him?

Heat rushes up to his cheeks, he bites his lower lip, just monitors the teachers outside, adrenaline still rushing through his veins.

“Did they get into the lockers?”

Oh god.

“Let’s check.”

Oh fuck.

A hand comes up from behind to his face and he almost jumps, it clasps over his mouth.

“You’re breathing hard.”

Jeongguk whispers right against his ear, lips brushing against it, sends a whole set of shivers down his spine.

He fights the urge to bite on Jeongguk’s hand, focuses on the teachers outside.

“They’re locked, I don’t think they could’ve gotten in there.”

One teacher says, pulling on one of the doors, but it doesn’t give.

“Yeah, they need a key, and if you close it from the inside you’re locked in, so we’re done here.”

Locked..

Locked in?

Oh god no.

Is that why this locker was the only one still open? Fuck, Jeongguk was probably planning to leave.

The teachers leave the changing rooms, and once the door clicks, Jeongguk removes his hand from his mouth.

“You closed the fucking door, didn’t you?”

Shit.

Jimin tries it, pushes against the door, fidgets with the lock system but it doesn’t work.

A deep sigh sounds behind him, followed by the soft thud of a head banging against the locker.

“Why didn’t you get into your own locker?”

“I had no time, okay? this was the only locker left open.”

“For a reason.”

“How the fuck should I know? I didn’t wanna get caught.”

He shakes at the lock system a little harder, groans softly.

“Stop, fucking stop they’re gonna hear you.”

“You got a better idea? Have the key?”

“The key doesn’t work on the inside, dumbass.”

“I fucking know that.” He elbows Jeongguk. “Just give it to me.”

“No. It won’t work, you’ll just lose it.”

“So what’s your plan? Fucking— staying in here with me?”

He looks over his shoulder, sees Jeongguk’s dark brown eyes in the barely lit up locker, intense just like the first time they made eye contact. 

“I’m going to call someone who can get us out, slip them the key through the roster.”

Oh. 

That’s a good plan.

He huffs out a breath, turns to look at the roster instead. 

Of all people it had to be Jeon Jeongguk. Captain of the basketball team. Grade A Asshole.

Jeongguk rummages behind him, body brushing against his, their legs touch, and fuck— 

Why is he standing with his ass against Jeongguk’s crotch? 

He’s about to turn around but quickly reconsiders. 

Tip to tip is worse.

“Fuck.”Jeongguk curses. “My phone is in my bag under the bench.”

“Use mine.”

He yanks one of his arms free, feels his pockets— fuck. His cheeks burn as he arches as far away as possible when he dips his hand into his back pocket, but he still brushes against Jeongguk’s crotch.

“The fuck are you doing Park?”

“My phone okay? It’s in my back pocket.”

He finally has it, hands it over to Jeongguk.

“Know his number?”

“Yes. What’s your code?”

Oh, fuck.

He didn’t think about this.

“Why don’t you let me call instead—“

“Just give me your code Park, or do you want to be here all night?”

He looks over his shoulder, sees Jeongguk raise a brow.

He sighs.

“It’s 0000”

“You can’t be fucking serious.” 

Jeongguk huffs, but types it in quickly. The screen lights up his face, his jet black hair all messy from the work out, face shimmering with sweat, tongue playing with his lip piercing. 

Jimin looks away quickly.

“Your background is hello kitty? Seriously?”

Oh shit he forgot about that.

“Shut up. Make the call.”

Jeongguk snorts, but then seems to get to it. 

Jimin listens to the line going over, crosses his fingers someone picks up.

“Hey.”

“Hey, can you come to my school?” 

“Yeah, why?”

“I’m stuck in a locker in the gym.”

Jimin blinks, nudges Jeongguk.

“With an idiot.”

He looks over his shoulder, offended.

Jeongguk gives him nothing but a small quirk of his brow, the faintest tug of his lip.

“Sounds rough. I’ll be there in like an hour.”

“An hour? Can you hurry?”

“I’m stuck in traffic, I’ll try.”

The line cuts there, Jeongguk curses under his breath.

“Fuck, an hour in here with you, because you just had to blow my cover.”

Jimin clicks his tongue.

“How could I know you were in here? I didn’t wanna get caught.”

“Of course not. Would ruin your perfect status. Teacher’s pet Park Jimin.” 

His jaw drops at the nickname, and he’s about to elbow Jeongguk again but he’s caught this time, and his arm gets pinned to his back.

“Mm? Isn’t that right?”

He tries to break free but Jeongguk’s grip is strong, his hands are bigger, he’s taller, he’s stronger, god, Jimin hates how jealous it makes him. 

“Not a single spot on your record, hm?”

“So what?” He looks over his shoulder. “Why do you care? You’re in here too.”

“Yeah cause one more mishap and I get expelled.”

Oh.

“That’s your own fault. You copied the keys—“

“Yeah and you threatened to tell the principal unless you and your little volleyball team could join too.”

“So?”

Jeongguk’s eyebrow raises, and he leans closer.

“So we got caught because of you.”

He struggles against Jeongguk’s grip, but the more he moves the more their bodies brush together, and it’s already pretty hot in this locker to begin with.

“How is that my fault?”

“We never had problems when it was just the basketball team, but you joined, and now we’re caught. And we’re stuck in a locker.”

He stops struggling and just leans his forehead against the door. Can’t argue with Jeongguk, he’s always unreasonable.

“It’s hot.”

He complains, feels the sweat drip down his neck. 

Jeongguk doesn’t reply.

Fuck, this is the worst. An hour of standing pressed together like this.

“Are you kidding me?” 

Jeongguk asks then, out of nowhere.

“What?”

“Oh, this is gold.”

“What?”

“You have gay porn open in your tabs.”

His eyes widen, and he quickly reaches behind him, tries to confiscate his phone.

“Give it back.”

“Frat boys frotting after workout—“

“Give it back.”

He grabs his phone and locks it quickly, ears buzzing, the damage already done. His heart is beating so fast he can feel it in his throat. He bangs his head against the door once, hates that of all people, Jeon Jeongguk knows his secret.

A dark chuckle sounds from behind.

“So shameless, you jerk off to this before you come to practice?”

“Shut up.”

“Or is it after? When you’ve seen all your teammates work out you wish one of them would just—“

“Shut the fuck up.”

To Jeongguk this is just another thing to tease him with, another weak spot. 

“No one knows, huh?”

“Of course not.” He grits through his teeth. “And no one will.”

He doesn’t have any leverage here, but he hopes he sounds somewhat intimidating. 

Except, Jeongguk leans against his back, his lips brush against the shell of his ear. 

“What do I get for keeping your little secret?”

Oh this fucking—

He looks over his shoulder, so close their noses almost touch.

“Nothing. Keeping that secret is the decent thing to do.”

Jeongguk’s dark eyes twinkle in the scarce light, the tiniest tug of the corner of his mouth.

“But you know I’m not decent.”

Fuck.

His stomach drops.

“What— what the fuck do you want then?”

Shit his voice shook— he can’t even act tough. If Jeongguk were to out him his life would be fucking over.

A smirk spreads on Jeongguk’s lips.

“We’re stuck here for an hour..”

Jimin blinks, unease creeps under his skin.

“So?”

“So..” Jeongguk’s eyes run down his body, then back up slowly. “Entertain me..”

What the fuck.

His body stiffens, there’s no way Jeongguk is saying this.

He looks at the roster, chest rising quickly.

“are you— are you fucking serious?”

“I’m serious.”

No fucking way. 

His cheeks burn up, body completely rigid against the door, the warmth of Jeongguk’s body pressing against his back. It’s so fucking hot in the locker room too.

two big hands curl around his hips, and a nose presses against the vein of his neck then.

“Come on— we’ve got nothing better to do..”

He bites on his tongue, hates how good it feels when Jeongguk drags his nose up his neck— makes his body shudder.

“You— you can’t do this.”He brings out, though he bares his neck automatically. “This is blackmail.”

“Mm..” Jeongguk hums, that nice vibrato to his voice, lips ghosting over his neck. “Tell me to stop, then.”

Next thing he feels is the gentle sting of a bite, Jeongguk’s teeth enclosing around his skin, a soft soothing kiss pressed right on top of it.

He can’t find his voice, stares through the cracks of the roster, body burning up in some sort of twisted way.

He tries to will himself to dislike it, but something is severely wrong with him, because as soon as Jeongguk’s cock twitches against his ass he all but moans.

His eyes blow wide right after, completely frozen.

A dark chuckle right against his neck.

“Want this?”

Jeongguk grinds against him slowly, semi-hard cock dragging against his crack.

His body is an absolute traitor, cock twitching in his shorts like a mockery, arousal licking down his back, eyelids sinking.

“Tell me to stop, Park.”

Jeongguk whispers right against his ear, one hand sliding around his body, sneaking under his jersey, palm flat on his stomach as it moves up all the way, through the collar of his shirt and grabs his chin; turns his face towards him.

“Say stop or I’m going to fuck you.”

God— he should say it.

He pants, looks into those dark brown eyes. The gaze is so intense, even worse when they slowly sink down to his lips.

Say it. Fucking say it.

“S— st—“

Jeongguk leans in, closes the distance. 

It’s a mess of hot, desperate lips on his own, the taste of sweat, and the dirty slide of Jeongguk’s tongue in his mouth. 

“Mmh—“

His body gives in— it’s so fucking embarrassing but he slots his lips between Jeongguk’s just as eagerly, wishes he had a backbone but apparently he is just a fucking slut.

The drag of that lip piercing against his mouth has his eyes fluttering shut, and the way Jeongguk bites his lower lip just a little too harshly makes his dick twitch, growing hard against his stomach.

“Ngh— fuck.” 

He pants, brings his hand up and fists it in Jeongguk’s black hair, licks over his piercing.

“Thought so— you fucking want it, hm?” Jeongguk laughs breathily, his other hand sliding to the front, fingers brushing against his hard cock. “Hard already?”

“Shut— shut up—“

“Mmh, thought you hated me, Park. What’s this?”

Jeongguk curls his hand around him through the fabric, strokes it a few times mockingly.

Even so, it sends tingles through his body, heat pools in his gut.

“A—ah—“

“Would have let anybody have you hm? Whoever was in this locker.”

“Shut up— shut the fuck up— ah!”

His shorts and underwear are yanked down in a second, bare ass on display.

“God, such a nice ass.” Jeongguk pants, squeezes one of his cheeks. “Bet you’ve been fucked before, hm?

He pants against the door, but Jeongguk turns his head by his chin, that dark look in his eyes.

“Have you?”

“Yeah.”

He admits, heat rushing up to his face.

Jeongguk huffs, and then without warning shoves two fingers in his mouth.

“Suck.”

God— he hates that he just listens. He should bite Jeongguk’s fingers, spit in his face, elbow him again, but his entire body is on edge. Maybe it’s the proximity, the fact that they’re locked in here, it just makes him horny. 

“Fuck, look at you— sucked dick before?”

“Mm.” 

He nods around Jeongguk’s fingers, sucks them a little harder, until the pull out of his mouth with a wet pop.

“Wish I knew earlier.” 

Jeongguk whispers, brings his fingers down, slips them between his cheeks and wastes absolutely no time, presses two past his rim. 

He gasps, eyes wide, body going rigid at the stretch. 

“Been wanting your lips around my cock for a while.”

The confession makes his dick twitch when it absolutely shouldn’t. Something is wired wrong in his body— none of this should turn him on, and yet with every dirty confession he slips further and further away.

Jeongguk fingers him rough and fast, kisses over his neck, bites his jaw.

“Bit loose, mm? Fingered yourself earlier?”

“Yes— yesterday—“ 

he pants, unable to even keep up with the pace, and yet his cock twitches when Jeongguk’s fingers reach deep inside. 

“Yeah? Fucked yourself good?”

“Yeah— fuck—“ 

He nods, turns to find Jeongguk’s mouth, needs to shut him up. 

“Bet you’re insatiable, always need something up your ass.”

“Ngh—“

He kisses Jeongguk, can’t take it any longer, but it doesn’t matter one bit— even without all the commentary he can feel it in the kiss— the sloppy way in which Jeongguk moves his lips, the harsh bites on his lower lip like he’s being scolded for having too much sex— 

He whines softly, licks into Jeongguk’s mouth, moves his ass back on his fingers.

And as if Jeongguk is punishing him, as soon as it starts to feel good he slips his fingers out.

“Gonna fuck you now.”

“That— that’s too soon—“

“You can take it.”

Jeongguk pushes his shorts down behind him— and finally Jimin feels it, a big cock pressing against his heated skin.

He tries to hold his moan but it slips out, and he leans his forehead against the locker room door, reeling in anticipation.

“Moaning for my cock?”

“Mmh..” 

He nods, bites his lower lip. 

“Fuck— Park.. should have told me earlier.” 

Jeongguk pants, slides his cock between his crack, taking it way too slow.

jimin moves a hand down, lifts one of his cheeks a little, hears Jeongguk groan softly behind him, and then a warm, wet cockhead pushes against his rim.

He shudders, legs trembling a little.

“Mmh— god, I can’t— I can’t take it slow..” 

It’s not really an apology— but it’s as good as because Jeongguk pushes his cock past his rim without any heads up.

“A—ah fuck— ahhh fuck.” He pants, the stretch so intense he has to bite on his tongue not to make a sound. “Easy—“

“oh fuck park.” Jeongguk moans, presses up against his back even more, buries his head in the crook of his neck. “God fuck— you’re so fucking tight.”

“Fuck—“ Jimin pants, chest rising and falling fast. Jeongguk’s cock twitches inside of him, stretches him even more. “Ahh— fuck you’re—“

Big.

He doesn’t want to stroke Jeongguk’s ego more than he has to, though it seems futile anyway— he’s already let him take way too much.

“Ah— fuck, why are you so fucking tight?” Jeongguk pants, almost offended, pulls out a little only to thrust in again. “Never even cared to tell me.”

Jimin can’t even hold on to anything, palms flat against the locker room door, mouth wide open as he braces for impact each time Jeongguk pulls out a little, just to slide back in. 

Fuck this is wrong— he’s going to regret this so fucking much when they’re done— but not now. Now he’s on edge, legs trembling, cock drooling precum on the floor.

He brings a hand down, curls it around his cock, strokes himself each time the stretch is a little too much, just to ease himself through it.

“Would have fucked you earlier if I knew.” Jeongguk pants, kisses the side of his neck sloppily. “Tighter than any girl I’ve had..”

“Ngh— cause it’s— anal— dumbass.”

He moans.

“Oh I’ve done anal.” 

Jeongguk whispers against his ear, thrusts in deeper, gyrates his hips right there.

His eyes roll back and a high pitched moan falls from his lips, head falling back against Jeongguk’s shoulder. The menacing feeling inside— grazing his prostate but never hard enough— 

He rides against Jeongguk’s cock, tries to make it hit the spot, to find the right angle, desperate for it.

“that good?” Jeongguk pants. “You’re fucking yourself on my cock.”

“Mmh— I need—“ he moves his hips back harder, presses his nose against Jeongguk’s neck and breathes him in— a musky scent. “Fuck me.”

“Fuck.”

Jeongguk snaps his hips forward, brings both of his hands down to hold his waist tightly, pulling him back with every thrust to make his cock reach even deeper.

Jimin lets go of all shame, brings his arms back up around Jeongguk’s neck, arches his back a little more and just lets Jeongguk use his body like a ragdoll.

It feels raw and used but so fucking good— that big cock sliding inside of him, Jeongguk’s hot moans and ragged breaths, that scent intruding his nose, their bodies getting so hot.

When Jeongguk thrusts harder his entire body jolts forward against the locker room door, hands slippery on the metal.

“Ah— fuck— ahh fuck Jimin—“

Oh—

He shudders when his name rolls off Jeongguk’s tongue, cock spilling more precum from the head.

He whimpers, brings his hand down and touches himself, jerks off shamelessly to the sound of skin slapping against skin, the feeling of Jeongguk’s balls hitting his ass with each snap of his hips.

“Fuuuck— I’m— oh fuck—“ Jeongguk moans, changes the angle a bit, almost lifts him up as he fucks him, thrusts in deep and hard. “I’m—“

Jimin’s eyes roll back, his body jolts— Jeongguk’s dick hits his prostate the last few thrusts, and with a few more strokes he finally comes— shoots all over the locker room door. 

“Ahhh Jeongguk—“

“Fuck— Jimin— I’m coming—“

Jeongguk groans, fingers digging into his waist hard as his body spasms, warm cum filling him up, spilling inside of him.

It’s so fucking wrong but it just makes him moan louder, pleasure spreading through his veins— brain short-circuiting, drool spilling from his mouth just knowing that Jeongguk’s cum is inside.

He strokes himself through the last aftershocks of his orgasm, milks his cock until nothing comes out anymore, wipes the excess off the head and licks it up.

“Nghhh— fuck.” Jeongguk’s forehead thuds against his shoulder, heavy. “That was so fucking hot.”

Jimin just nods, breathless, can barely stand on his feet. Jeongguk’s cock slips out of him only a minute after, and he hisses at the loss.

Nothing but his heartbeat hammering against his chest, Jeongguk’s arms slipping loosely around him from behind, soft kisses against his neck.

“Think that was like.. maybe 10 minutes..”

Jeongguk whispers.

“Mm..” 

Jimin nods, looks over his shoulder.

Jeongguk’s face is all flushed, his dark eyes a little softer, aftersex glow all over him.

Yeah, he’ll admit, Jeongguk is hot.

“What do you wanna do the other 50 minutes?”

Jeongguk asks then, eyes dragging down slowly, settling on his lips.

He doesn’t give a reply, just tangles his hand in Jeongguk’s hair and closes the distance.

It’s fine, these 50 minutes he can do whatever the fuck he wants. He’ll hate himself for it tomorrow.