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Porn was something Jimin avoided at all costs. God forbid he open the shared laptop and be flash-banged by overly manufactured pornos. He wasn't sure how many times he had to remind Namjoon to close out of his tabs before powering off the computer.
Though, it wasn't like Jimin had anything against sex. Porn was just—porn, fake and exaggerated. He didn't understand the appeal of over the top moaning and pseudo-incest storylines (he really couldn't get past how many titles included some variation of step-family.)
So, imagine Jimin's surprise when he found himself taking a peak at one of the many frequented porn sites when he finally got his turn with the laptop. He was just curious, wondering what was so special about it.
The website was a battlefield, pop-ups coming from every angle. Jimin barely got time to register the thumbnails, let alone titles, before accidentally clicking a video while trying to close out of a 'hot singles in your area' ad.
Jimin wasn't sure what was more shocking, the fact that he had clicked on a video of a man preparing to fuck another man in the ass or, the fact he wasn't opposed to seeing how it played out.
There wasn't much foreplay, the video started off aiming at one of the men's hole, shiny and dripping. Jimin supposes he must've prepped off camera. The camera backed up to reveal a hard cock, glistening with lube as the man stroked himself at the sight in front of him. He brought the head of his cock to the other's rim, slapping the tip against it, whines and whimpers came through the speaker.
Jimin was frozen in place, watching in awe as the man's hole stretched around the rather large cock head. It was probably the hottest thing he'd ever seen. He didn't even realize it could stretch like that.
Jimin didn't notice himself holding his breath until a voice came from the video, urging the other man to let him in as his movements slowed. Jimin almost moaned along with the video as the man bottomed out, marveling at how the other man was able to accommodate all that length inside him.
The thrusts came as a surprise, sharp and precise, leaving no room for teasing. Almost immediately, the man receiving screamed in pleasure, repeatedly mentioning something about hitting a spot. Jimin couldn't help but wonder what spot he could've possibly meant.
He let the video play out, watching ropes of come land across the stomach of one of the men, listening to their labored breathing. His own cock achingly hard yet, he didn't relieve himself, a little too ashamed to jerk off to gay porn he stumbled upon on the laptop he shared with his six band mates.
The reminder hitting him like a gut punch as he quickly cleared the history and slammed the laptop shut. Twisting his head around erratically to ensure nobody saw what he had been up to. Something unfamiliar stirred in his stomach, at first he thought it might've been shame but it was much, much worse than that.
Arousal.
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He tried not to think about it, really tried. He even tried to quell his curiosity by finding out what 'the spot' had entailed—unfortunately, that one only worsened his current state. Curiosity killed the cat after all.
How the hell was Jimin supposed to move on after finding out about his prostate? Nobody told him he had such a thing inside his asshole, never would he have thought to explore that otherwise.
But, he hadn't explored it yet, it wasn't often he had any downtime. And, when he did have the occasional night with no expectations put on him, he had Hoseok scrolling through his phone on his bed (unfortunately in the same room as Jimin's.)
Not only had he failed at moving on from the video, which he had hoped would be easy, it was not. He couldn't even explore his own body in the peace and quiet of his own bedroom, curse whoever decided it was a good idea to make him share a room with Hoseok.
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The light at the end of the tunnel came when Jimin remembered a certain somebody who, not only had a room all to himself, but was also good at keeping a secret.
Jeongguk was Jimin's saving grace. In all the years they'd known each other, Jimin always felt a deeper connection with Jeongguk than anyone else, sharing everything with him without fear of being judged or exposed. It was a relief to have somebody so similar to him in the group.
Jimin found himself less nervous than expected when he finally decided to bring up the thoughts that had been plaguing him for weeks, sitting on Jeongguk's bed in the middle of the night.
"Have you ever watched gay porn?"
Jeongguk sputtered, seemingly choking on his own spit. Maybe Jimin was too froward with that question.
"..What?"
"Sorry, I just mean, do you know about prostate orgasms?" Jimin's face flushed, cheeks burning rosy.
Jeongguk looked at him as if he had grown a second head, his eyes wide and mouth agape.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Why? Hyung- Jimin hyung," He started, "Never once have you ever talked about sex or porn with me, I think my brain started malfunctioning hearing you say the word 'orgasm.'"
Jimin giggled, hiding his face behind his hands. He could feel how warm his cheeks were, it was a bit embarrassing.
"I know." Jimin lowered his hands, "I don't like watching porn, I guess I just got curious as to why all the other guys are so into it."
"And you ended up watching gay porn because..?" Jeongguk questioned, though there was no ounce of judgement in his voice.
"I clicked it by accident," Jimin admitted, "But I couldn't look away, I got curious about the spot the guy kept mentioning. I looked it up, did you know the male g-spot is in the asshole?"
"Very interesting." Jeongguk coughed out, trying to remain as calm and composed as Jimin was.
"I want to know what it feels like." Jimin muttered, more to himself than anything, the constant thought bouncing around his brain, suffocating him to his core.
"You want to have gay sex?" Jeongguk's eyes widened more than he'd ever seen them, Jimin was concerned they might pop right out of his head.
"I mean, not necessarily," Jimin spoke, pushing down the embarrassment clawing at him for speaking with such vulgarity, "I just want to know what it feels like to be full like that, for pressure to build up inside me. I want to know what it feels like to have my prostate hit over and over, maybe even see if I could come untouched."
Jeongguk looked like he was grappling with everything Jimin had said. Stunned into pure silence.
"Hyung, aren't you a virgin?" Jeongguk's eyes traced his body. Jimin nodded, "Do you want your first time to go like that?"
Jeongguk's voice had been soft, still free of judgement, just curiosity. Jimin appreciated that, the fact that Jeongguk was open-minded and listened.
"I didn't have any desire to have sex until I learned about this." Jimin admitted, saying it out loud made it feel real, this was what he had been wanting.
Jeongguk gulped, adam's apple bouncing rhythmically, "So, why are you telling me this?"
It was a simple question, really. With a fairly simple answer, too. Jimin wasn't sure he knew that before he brought it all up to Jeongguk, but now, with the question lingering in the air, the answer came naturally.
"I want your help."
Jeongguk gaped at him, taken aback by his forwardness. Jimin tilted his head, smiling softly, cheeks a harsh shade of red.
"Help?" Jeongguk whispered, almost like he was afraid he misheard, "How? How could I help you?"
"My fingers are too short." Jimin answered simply.
"Have you tried?"
"Not yet."
Jeongguk sighed, "Then how do you know?"
"Research." Jimin scooted the slightest bit closer to where Jeongguk was sitting, "The prostate is a couple inches inside, my fingers aren't good for anything, you know that."
Jimin grabbed Jeongguk's hand suddenly, holding his own beside it, lining up their pinkies. Jeongguk's fingers were not only at least an inch longer but they were thicker too and coarse, definitely better than Jimin's dainty ones.
"You want me to finger you?" Jeongguk's words made Jimin's face burn brighter.
It was exactly what Jimin had been asking for, he just wasn't used to being so direct. He let his fingers wrap around Jeongguk's wrist, avoiding meeting his gaze.
"I trust you."
It was little more than a whisper, spoken into the still quiet of the room. Jimin felt Jeongguk moving his hand, afraid he was going to back away for moment before he felt the their fingers intertwining. Slowly, Jimin raised his head to look at Jeongguk's face.
His smile was all the reassurance Jimin could've asked for, it was small but so kind. His eyes flickered down to their hands, connected, and Jimin could feel that weirdly warm feeling begin to bubble up inside him. Jeongguk's hands were a secret obsession of Jimin's, he let his fingers graze the letters tattooed on his ring finger.
"We'll be okay after, right?" Jeongguk's voice came out shaky, worry lining his words.
"Of course." Jimin squeezed his hand, "You'll just be doing me a favor, no reason for it to complicate things."
Jeongguk sat with that for a moment before speaking, "How do you want to do this?"
"Eager?" Jimin said, amused at Jeongguk's change of expression, "Kidding." Jimin finished before Jeongguk started panicking.
"You're going to be the death of me, seriously, my blood pressure isn't going to recover."
Jimin laughed, covering his mouth with his free hand, he swayed back and forth on the bed. Jeongguk pulled on his hand gently, guiding him to lay back beside him, both their heads resting on Jeongguk's pillows.
Jeongguk turned to face him, his eyes traveled across Jimin's whole face, taking time to memorize the dips in his skin, the subtle imperfections he often covered, the barely there freckles.
Jimin found himself doing the same, being in such close proximity to Jeongguk was rare. It had been weird watching Jeongguk grow up from being the scrawny little kid he was when they met, he wasn't sure he'd ever be able to see him as anything other than that. But, in front of him was the most gorgeous man he'd ever seen, no trace of the awkward teen he once was.
"We don't talk about sex." Jimin mumbled to which Jeongguk hummed in agreement, "I only know what I've heard in passing, but I know you're experienced."
"Hyung." Jeongguk groaned, face flushing slightly.
"You don't need to be embarrassed. It's good, actually." Jimin started, leaning his face closer to Jeongguk's, "It's not much different than a girl, I think, so just tell me how you want me. Guide me."
Jeongguk's breath hitched, pupils dilating slightly as he searched Jimin's face. He let go of Jimin's hand and turned over enough to open the drawer to his bedside table, rummaging through it until he pulled out a clear bottle of, what Jimin could only assume was, lube.
He held the bottle to Jimin's face, it was strawberry scented, not like Jeongguk's usual taste in things.
"Are you sure about this, hyung?" Jeongguk stared directly into his eyes.
"I'm sure." Jimin smirked before wiggling around, "How should I lay?"
"On your back is fine." Jeongguk put a hand flat atop Jimin's chest to keep him in place, "Lift your hips for a moment, Im going to put a pillow beneath you, it'll help with the angle." He explained as he shuffled around Jimin, making sure he was comfortable.
Jimin brought his hands to the waistband of his sweatpants, fingers fiddling with it, almost like he was waiting for instruction. He looked at Jeongguk for approval, fingers slipping beneath the fabric before coming right back up.
"Go ahead." Jeongguk nodded at Jimin's hands.
As Jimin began slipping the sweatpants off, Jeongguk positioned himself between Jimin's legs. He helped pull them off as the material bunched around Jimin's ankles, leaving him in only his oversized white shirt and black boxers. Jimin preened under Jeongguk's gaze, subconsciously hoping he liked what he saw.
Despite Jimin's lack of sexual prowess he didn't feel nervous about Jeongguk seeing him in such a comprising position. He hoped that Jeongguk would appreciate that, considering how much he liked Jimin's shamelessness.
Jimin let his legs fall open, an invitation. Fingers playing with the waistband of his boxers, waiting patiently for Jeongguk's next instruction. Jimin didn't realize how much he'd enjoy being told what to do.
Jeongguk let out a shaky sigh, "If you're ready, you can take those off, too."
Slowly, he eased the boxers down his thighs, half hard cock twitching under Jeongguk's attention. Once they reached his knees, Jeongguk took over, casting the piece of clothing aside without even watching where it landed. Jimin's instincts told him to cover himself but he couldn't bring himself to, not when Jeongguk was looking at him with that unrecognizable hunger in his eyes.
Jimin flinched at the first touch of Jeongguk's hand on the bare skin of his thighs. It burned, his hand felt like fire caressing his soft skin, sending jolts of electricity straight through him. He let his fingers roam up Jimin's leg, he squeezed his inner thigh occasionally to illicit sharp exhales. Jeongguk shuffled forward, using his hands to spread Jimin's legs to get his first view of Jimin's rim.
He gasped, "You wax?"
Jimin hummed while nodding, he gripped the hem of his shirt, subtly riding it up his stomach to expose more of his body. His teeth scrapped his bottom lip, anticipation building up in his gut, cock growing harder by the second.
Jeongguk's fingers ghost over his rim, so close he can feel the heat radiating from them, he trails upwards, the tips of his fingers tracing his length. It's slow, rather intimate for what it's supposed to be, a quick sexual favor. Jimin certainly wasn't going to complain.
"Usually," Jeongguk started, slowly wrapping his hand around the base of Jimin's cock, "I start with pleasuring my partner without penetration, to ease into it. Does that sound okay?" He squeezed slightly causing Jimin to whimper pathetically.
"Do whatever you want to me."
Jeongguk groaned, letting go of Jimin to grab the bottle of lube, "You really shouldn't say that sort've thing, hyung."
He heard the opening of the cap and the squeezing of the product, he watched Jeongguk rub it between his fingers and palm before he brought his hand back to the position at the base of his length. It was warm, sticky, made him wonder why he never thought of using lube on himself.
"I'm serious." Jimin breathed out unsteadily as Jeongguk's hand traveled closer to the head, "I trust you, I know you'll make me feel good."
He heard Jeongguk curse under his breath, his thumb digging into the slit of Jimin's cock head. Jeongguk was gentle with him, in a way that unraveled him completely. Slowly stroking his shaft, squeezing the base, rubbing the flat of his palm against the tip. It was all deliberate, calculated, like Jeongguk had meticulously planned out how he'd touch Jimin.
Jimin was trying his best to hold his voice in, biting his lip to suppress the whines and whimpers. He was getting so worked up over Jeongguk's hand on his cock, it was mildly embarrassing how much he was enjoying this.
"Don't do that." Jeongguk's voice was kind but stern, he brought his free hand up to Jimin's lip to pull it out from the grasp of his teeth, "Let me hear you enjoying yourself."
Jeongguk sped up the movement of his hand, the slightest squelching sound filled the air. Jimin had avoided watching Jeongguk's hand on him, afraid it might just ruin him, and for good reason because the sight was downright sinful. Jimin moaned at the size difference, his dick wasn't small by any means but compared to Jeongguk's large hand, it seemed like it was.
His hand comfortably fit around Jimin's girth, his tip leaked precum as he thought about how perfect it looked. The slick slide of the lube mixed with the precum, Jeongguk's strokes remained smooth and controlled, stirring the heat inside Jimin.
Jimin was so distracted by the feeling from his cock he hadn't noticed Jeongguk collecting excess lube on his free hand until he felt wetness at his hole. His body tensed before quickly relaxing again, Jeongguk's finger rubbed circles around his rim, coating it entirely. His gaze was fixed on Jimin's face, watching for any hint of discomfort.
"How do you feel?" Jeongguk asked, his voice deeper than it had been earlier.
"Mm, good, really good." Jimin's voice was airy, his breathing labored, "Gguk?"
"Hm?" Jeongguk hummed, cocking an eyebrow as he applied the smallest amount of pressure to Jimin's rim before continuing to circle around it.
He was teasing. God, did Jimin find that attractive.
"Please.." He whispered, whining every time Jeongguk repeated his actions, never pushing hard enough to enter him, "I'm ready, I'll be good, please."
Jeongguk's movements paused, his tongue poked at his cheek as he ran his eyes over Jimin's form. Despite barely getting started, Jimin already looked like sex. His skin glistened with sweat, black hair sticking to his forehead, the rosy hue never leaving his cheeks. His heavy breathing visible by the rise and fall of his chest.
"You'll be good?" Jeongguk pressed the tip of his middle finger against Jimin's entrance.
"I'll be good, so good for you." The words flowed out of Jimin's mouth without hesitation, "I need you."
He adjusted his hips to try and force Jeongguk's finger inside, to which Jeongguk clicked his tongue in disapproval, letting go of his cock to hold his hips in place. Suddenly sharp eyes held his gaze.
"Patience." Jeongguk eyes were always so dark, Jimin swore there was a whole galaxy inside them, the cosmos, "You want to be good for me?"
"Yes." Jimin nodded vigorously.
"Then you'll take what I give you."
Somehow Jimin had pushed Jeongguk to a dominate headspace by accident, and truthfully Jimin didn't peg Jeongguk for the dominant type. He was sweet, always so sweet to his dear hyung. Though, Jimin couldn't find it in himself to dislike it. Being put in his place by somebody younger than him only helped grow the arousal flowing through his body.
Jimin let his body for limp, submitting himself to Jeongguk entirely. Legs spreading further, arms falling above his head, tilting his head to the side, the faintest of pouts resting on his face.
"Such pretty lips, hyung." Jeongguk's eyes narrowed on Jimin's lips as he finally allowed the tip of his middle finger to breach the tight ring of muscle at Jimin's entrance, "I bet they're so soft." The hand at his hip lifted, fingers grazing over his bottom lip as he felt the intrusion entering him.
His face scrunched up, it was an odd feeling, something being inside him. It was a little uncomfortable as his walls made room for Jeongguk's finger as it slowly explored. He could faintly taste the strawberry lube and something muskier on his lips as Jeongguk rubbed his sticky fingers against the plumpness. It was a nice distraction as Jimin got used to the feeling of Jeongguk knuckle deep inside him.
"You know, I've always wondered how'd your lips would look wrapped around a cock." Jeongguk mumbled, pulling in his bottom lip to watch it bounce back in place.
Jimin moaned at the feeling of Jeongguk thrusting his finger, and at the implication of his words. His lips parting just enough for Jeongguk to slip his fingers into his mouth, strawberry filling his senses, it was sickly sweet. Jeongguk rubbed his index and middle finger against the flat of Jimin's tongue, testing how far back he could take it. To Jeongguk's delight, he didn't seem to have a gag reflex, which was news to Jimin.
"Perfect hyung, it's like you were made for it." Jeongguk mumbled, dazed at the visual of Jimin deep throating his fingers, "Maybe you could do me a favor, too."
Jimin was a whimpering mess, he didn't even realize Jeongguk easing a second finger into him, his words were a great distraction. The stretch felt good, the discomfort was dissipating and started getting replaced with pleasure. Jeongguk's long fingers reached deep inside, curling and scissoring him open. He was searching.
Jeongguk let his fingers slip out of Jimin's mouth, spreading the mixture of his saliva, precum, and lube across his lips. Jeongguk was mesmerized, rubbing in a daze.
"Jeongguk, God." Jimin moaned as the thrusts increased in speed, "I'd do it. Anything you want." He stumbled over his words, breathing hard.
"Jimin." Jeongguk groaned, head falling forward.
Jimin didn't have the chance to comment on the lack of honorifics when Jeongguk curled his fingers just right, hitting a spot inside him that made his vision spin. He screamed out before slapping his hand over his mouth, suddenly very aware of the others sleeping just next door.
"That's it, isn't it?" Jeongguk grabbed Jimin's wrist, pulling his hand away from his mouth, "It's soft, squishy."
He pressed down again, and again, massaging over his prostate. Jimin's body thrashed on the bed, moans fell from his mouth, all light and airy, completely out of his control. The heat in his stomach bursting, he was burning up, focus faltering. He couldn't think about anything over than the pressure of Jeongguk's fingers, his experienced movements.
"M-More.." Jimin began, "Need to be full, please."
"Do you deserve it? Have you been good?" Jeongguk slowed his fingers, leaning over Jimin's body until his face was mere inches from Jimin's.
"Yes, yes I've been good." Jimin pleaded, eyes half-lidded and struggling to stay open, "Please, Jeongguk, you think I'm good, right?"
Jeongguk smirked, nudging Jimin's nose with his own, "Of course, such a good boy, Jimin."
For a moment, Jimin thought Jeongguk might just kiss him.
Instead, he felt a third finger slide in beside the other two, immediately pressing against his prostate. The mix of the pleasure with the intoxicating feeling of being praised, Jimin swore he saw stars. His hands flew to Jeongguk's shoulders, gripping for dear life, pulling him closer.
"You're so beautiful like this." Jeongguk was so close, Jimin felt his breath against his lips, "Beneath me. Begging for it. So desperate."
Jimin whined, furrowing his eyebrows, and jutting out his bottom lip. His head was fuzzy, he couldn't keep his body still anymore, pushing himself back on Jeongguk's fingers, chasing his lips.
He rubbed his lips against Jeongguk's, tongue slipping out to lick across Jeongguk's lips in an almost primal fashion, like some sort've animalistic claim. Jeongguk stuttered for a moment before matching Jimin's actions, licking across his lips in the same fashion. Their eyes met, millions of words shared in their silence. It only made sense when Jeongguk pressed his lips fully against Jimin's.
Jimin always thought kissing was weird, uncomfortable, and a waste of time. But, there was something about the way Jeongguk kissed like he was starving, like Jimin was his last meal on earth. He savored it, the feeling of Jeongguk's teeth pulling at his bottom lip, his tongue intruding his mouth at the same pace as his fingers in Jimin's hole. It was warm, slick, and still tasting faintly of strawberries.
As Jeongguk's thrusts became more precise, hitting and massaging his prostate in a steady rhythm, his kissing became sloppy. His mouth permanently stuck open, moans sucked up by Jeongguk's insistent kisses, his tongue licking into Jimin's mouth. Jimin's cock bounced against his stomach pathetically, leaking precum and aching, begging to be touched.
He wasn't sure he could come from just the stimulation of Jeongguk's fingers, it wasn't enough. He needed more, he needed to be full.
In his haze, Jimin's mind cleared just enough to feel something twitch against his hip. Jeongguk was hard and rutting into his side. A delicious idea crossed Jimin's mind.
He pulled back just enough to get the words out, "Fuck me."
Jeongguk's eyebrows shot up, "What? Hyung?"
The words brought respectful Jeongguk back, Jimin was having none of it, "I've been good, taking everything you give me." Jimin wrapped his arms around Jeongguk's neck, fingers caressing through his hair, "I want you to fill me up, ruin me."
A harsh thrust against his prostate had Jimin screaming out, precum pooling on his stomach. He gripped tightly on Jeongguk's dark locks, enjoying the grunt he let out in response. The look in Jeongguk's eyes was depraved, Jimin couldn't get enough of it.
"You don't know what you're asking for." Jeongguk spoke, pausing his thrusting.
"I want it." Jimin was ready to beg, again, "I need you, I need you to fuck me."
Jeongguk grabbed one of Jimin's hands and guided down his body until it landed on the bulge in his pants. He placed his hand atop Jimin's, pushing down against himself, gasping at the long awaited contact.
The first thing that crossed Jimin's mind was how big he felt even through the confines of his pants. He could tell Jeongguk was long, thick too, he gulped at the image of Jeongguk's long, hard cock. Dizzy with the idea of how full he would feel with it inside him, how good the stretch would burn.
"I'm not sure your little virgin hole could handle me."
The smirk on Jeongguk's face was cocky, far too confident to be an act. Jimin moaned in response, nodding his head incessantly.
"I could, I can.. I can handle it." Jimin couldn't control himself, shallowly rolling his hips on Jeongguk's fingers still inside him.
Jeongguk watched his display, not making any effort to thrust his fingers. His teeth scraped his bottom lip, eyes narrowing as Jimin's movements grew impatient.
"Jeongguk?"
"Hm?" Jeongguk eyes met Jimin's.
"Please.."
Jimin ran his hands across Jeongguk's chest, to his shoulders, and into the hair at the back of his head. His arms wrapped entirely around Jeongguk, pleading eyes, begging for something, anything.
"Hyung," Jeongguk began, "Are you sure? This isn't what we agreed on."
"But I want it."
Jimin smiled, a little dazed from their activities, but genuine nonetheless. His fingers combed through Jeongguk's hair in a soothing fashion.
"I'm sure." Jimin pulled Jeongguk into a kiss, it was soft, tentative.
They both pulled back before Jeongguk surged forward, kissing Jimin hard, full of hunger, insatiable. Pulling at Jimin's bottom lip with his teeth, trying to map out the inside of Jimin's mouth with his tongue.
"Okay," Jeongguk said, barely above a whisper, "I'll fuck you, I'll ruin you for anybody else."
Jeongguk abruptly started thrusting his fingers again, aiming directly at his prostate. The sensation was shocking after the lack of stimulation. Jimin's moans bounced off the walls.
"How do you want me?" Jeongguk asked, pulling back slightly, "Like this?"
"Yes, just like this, please." Jimin whimpered, "Want to see you, please."
"Okay, sweetheart, no need to beg," Jeongguk stroked Jimin's cheek, holding his face gently in his hand, "I want to see your face when you come on my cock, anyway."
And with that, Jeongguk pulled his fingers out of Jimin. Despite Jimin's first reaction to be protesting, he was quickly silenced by the sight of Jeongguk undoing his pants. Jeongguk quickly shoved them down past his knees, fumbling out of them entirely before throwing them to join Jimin's clothes.
He hooked his thumb in the waistband of his boxers, eyeing Jimin's expression. Jeongguk tilted his head, smirk growing, tongue poking his cheek.
Jimin sat up on his elbows, closest he's been to Jeongguk's bulge. God, it was big, he was so big. Jimin needed to see him naked now.
"Off, take them off please," Jimin pleaded, hand lifting to graze Jeongguk's thigh, trailing upward to sneak under his shirt, "This too, take it all off... please."
"Such good manners, hyung." Jeongguk's voice was riddled with cockiness, the type the others always mocked. Too bad Jimin found it so incredibly hot.
Jeongguk removed his hand from his boxers, grabbing at the bottom of his shirt instead, pulling it over his head quickly. Bare chest finally on display, Jimin didn't hesitate to let his hands explore.
The boxers followed quickly after that, Jeongguk's hard cock slapped against his stomach, flushed and dripping. Jimin never thought he'd describe another man's dick as pretty but that was the only word he could come up with. Jeongguk had a pretty cock.
"Lie back." Jeongguk pushed on Jimin's shoulders.
Jimin hit the bed with a small bounce, legs spreading instinctually. His stomach doing somersaults at the idea of Jeongguk's long cock fitting inside him.
Jeongguk reached out for the lube, pouring a generous amount into his hand, strawberry filling the air once again. Jeongguk sighed once he got his lube slicked hand wrapped around his neglected cock, stroking in short succession as he looked down at Jimin.
It felt wrong to see Jeongguk this way, pleasuring himself—such a private, intimate act. Jimin couldn't get enough of it.
Jeongguk scooted forward, bringing his face back down to Jimin's, hand holding himself at the base as he lined the head of his cock up to Jimin's rim.
Jimin gasped, feeling the soft yet firm tip slide between his cheeks, massaging his rim. It was so warm. Everything was so damn warm, Jimin was sweating, everything was sticky and strawberry.
"Please." Jimin murmured, tilting his head to try and meet Jeongguk's lips.
Jimin felt pressure unlike anything he'd ever felt before. It stung, burned. It was nothing like Jeongguk's fingers, his cock stretched him way beyond the width of three fingers. Jimin tried to relax, allowing the head pass the initial ring of tightness.
"Shit, Jimin." Jeongguk groaned, pausing his movements, leaving just the head in.
Jimin clenched around him rhythmically, trying to get used to the large intrusion. It was painful, it was so good. Jimin needed more.
"I'm good, more." Jimin tried to move before one of Jeongguk's hands gripped his waist tightly, holding him in place.
"I'm not," Jeongguk breathed out, "Fuck, you're so tight."
They stayed still for a little longer before Jeongguk began shallowly thrusting with just the tip, edging in further on every thrust. It was agonizing, Jimin was way too impatient to be fed Jeongguk's length slowly.
"Come on," Jimin moaned out, "Fuck me, Jeongguk, show me you aren't just all talk."
"All talk?" Jeongguk bottomed out without warning, slamming his hips against Jimin's ass.
Jimin cried out, feeling like he was being split in half. It felt amazing. God, fucking finally.
"When I said I'd ruin you," Jeongguk started, pulling out all the way before thrusting back in on every word, "I meant that."
"J-Jeongguk.." Jimin choked out, suddenly unable to form a single coherent thought except for Jeongguk, Jeongguk, Jeongguk.
"Jimin," Jeongguk's hips sped up, Jimin mewled, actually mewled, "You like that? Me addressing you like that?"
Jimin nodded as his body rocked upwards on the bed, shame swirled in his belly, admitting he enjoyed being disrespected by his younger bandmate. Although, the satisfied smirk on Jeongguk's lips was almost worse.
"Of course you do." Jeongguk taunted, fucking Jimin like a damn animal.
Jimin's hands gripped Jeongguk's shoulders, reaching to grip at the hair at Jeongguk's nape, pulling. Jeongguk moaned, his silky smooth voice like heaven to Jimin's ears. Jimin pulled him into a chaste kiss.
Kissing was more like exchanging breaths and spit, teeth clanking and tongues meeting. The air smelt like sex, it smelt like them, musky and sweet.
"Jeongguk, God... I'm close," Jimin barely got out, voice so strained it sounded unfamiliar, "Don't stop."
"Wouldn't dream of it," Jeongguk's aim at Jimin's prostate was dead on, shooting pleasure through Jimin's relentlessly, "Come for me, come from my cock, Jimin."
It didn't take much more before Jimin felt himself unraveling, stomach tightening, wall clenching. It hit him like a freight train. His orgasm was so intense he couldn't even get a sound out.
All Jimin saw was white, all he felt was pure ecstasy. It felt like an entirety and a second at the same time. Flowing through his veins like a drug.
He felt his own cum on his stomach, and Jeongguk's erratic thrusts, heard his high pitched groans.
"So fucking tight, shit."
Jeongguk fucked him into overstimulation and he let him.
"Jimin, Jimin can I..?" Jeongguk tried, stumbling over his words, "Fuck, can I come inside?"
With Jimin's last intact brain cell, he mumbled out a quiet, "Yes."
That was the last straw, Jeongguk thrusted a couple more times before Jimin felt warm come pumping into him. He felt so full, so warm, so complete.
Jeongguk dropped onto him unceremoniously, their sweaty bodies sticking together uncomfortably. A mess of lube, come, and sweat between them.
"Jeongguk," Jimin mumbled, Jeongguk hummed in response, "You're crushing me."
"Sorry." Jeongguk rolled over, lying side by side with Jimin, facing him. Soft cock still nestled deep inside Jimin, like a dam holding in a sea of come.
Jeongguk's arm wrapped around Jimin's waist, his nose brushed Jimin's. It was so soft, so unguarded, too much but not enough.
"Jeongguk."
It was quiet, so quiet.
"Jimin."
Silence.
"I think I might be a little in love with you, Hyung." Jeongguk muttered against Jimin's lips, eyes closed.
Jimin leaned into Jeongguk, lips pressing against his slowly.
"Me too."
-
When Jimin and Jeongguk got the nerves to confess their newfound relationship to the others they were met with zero surprise.
And a request to be a little quieter next time.
Oops.