Work Text:
The professor is on her twentieth PowerPoint slide, her words echoing through the large, ill-lit lecture hall. Silent whispers are exchanged between the students while others assiduously jot down the lecturer’s notes.
On the right side of the hall sits Jeongguk with his eyes anchored on something else.
Or rather, someone else.
Jeongguk’s gaze remains on the new student who transferred from the physics department this semester.
It’s their fourth lecture together, and Jeongguk has yet to tune him out. Three hundred and sixty minutes have not been enough to calm the ardor in his chest.
It feels as though he could never have enough of Park Jimin.
Even today, he’s not once moved his eyes off the student despite his efforts.
Jimin’s head is tilted to the professor—his side profile perfectly visible for Jeongguk. And he’s been dutifully studying it.
Jeongguk will remember each line edged beside Jimin’s right eye. The straight slope of his button nose. His plump, roseate lips, and the way his tongue swipes over them when he’s concentrating.
Every detail has bound itself in Jeongguk’s mind, leaving room for little else.
His thoughts are all laced with Jimin. From the second he wakes up until sleep wins over his consciousness.
With a slow breath, Jeongguk clenches his fists on the table, glancing at the clock above the professor's. A few more seconds until class ends. Hastily, Jeongguk packs his unused belongings, stuffing them into his backpack without a care.
The bell hasn’t even rung yet, but Jeongguk is on his feet, walking down the narrow steps with his fingers stiff at his side.
Jimin sits beside the aisle, still listening to the lecturer’s final words. With every step, Jimin’s floral scent clouds Jeongguk’s mind, drowning him in a garden of endless hibiscus.
Then the blaring bell rings through the lecture hall, and every student jumps to leave. Meanwhile Jimin only now starts putting his notes in his binder, arranging his notebook at a deliberate pace—like every time.
Jeongguk walks past his seat, almost grazing his shoulder. Yet, the distance between their bodies feels illimitable.
The room is in chaos. It’s loud with people pushing their way out. Others stay behind to talk. There’s too much going on for Jimin to notice.
With a swift hand, Jeongguk slips the student’s pen into his sleeve and walks back to his seat where he had intentionally left his water bottle.
Jeongguk’s forearm burns as Jimin’s pen digs into his skin. The heat travels up to his nape, and he lowers his head to suppress the grin creeping up on his lips.
Tapping his finger against the table, Jeongguk watches Jimin leisurely get up from his table and head towards the exit. Jimin moves as though gravity was specifically created to fit him.
Jeongguk waits three seconds, wrapping the pen in his hand, before forcing his way to the grand door of the lecture hall right behind the blossoming scent.
He follows in Jimin’s shadow, fidgeting with the pen. More than once, Jeongguk raises his hand to reach for Jimin’s shoulder—each time it drops to his side.
But, Jimin is finally so close. Close enough.
With his tongue caged between his teeth, Jeongguk speeds up his pace. His hand extends to the student’s back, and lightly nudges his shoulder blade.
It’s a feather of a touch. Still, Jimin turns around with knitted brows above soft, pursed lips.
Their eyes meet, and the hallway swarming with students comes to a halt.
This is the first time Jeongguk has seen Jimin from this short distance. So much of Jimin he’s missed before is openly displayed in front of him.
The faint freckles scattered across Jimin’s cheeks. The moles across his face. The deep, dark color of his eyes.
There’s not enough time to memorize all the details, and Jeongguk gulps as heat rises to his cheeks.
“Can I help you?”
Jimin’s voice drifts like a mellow melody through the hallway. Angelic, and beautiful. Everything about Jimin is made with allure, and cloaked in spring.
However, now is not the time to linger on Jimin's remarkable beauty.
“You—You dropped your pen. In the lecture hall. Just now.” Jeongguk awkwardly chokes out, handing the pen to Jimin.
The student glimpses at the pen with a trace of a smile, and clasps the pen around his fingers. But, a warmth brushes against Jeongguk’s thumb.
A warmth that sends electrifying pulses to Jeongguk’s heart.
He glances down at his hand as the thrill intensifies through his arm. Jimin’s finger grazes Jeongguk’s skin—it appears accidental, but it erupts mayhem in Jeongguk’s body.
“Thank you—” Jimin’s tongue trails his bottom lip. “What’s your name?”
Jeongguk hopes his eyes weren’t visibly stalking the student’s mouth.
“Jeongguk.” He says in one quick breath, swallowing the tense lump in his throat. “And yours?”
Jimin cocks his head with a fleeting grin on his lips. His cheeks have darkened in a rosy color. Jeongguk prays to remember this sight when he closes his eyes.
“I’m Jimin. New transfer.” Jimin introduces himself, extending his hand to Jeongguk.
Held out for Jeongguk.
Almost automatically, Jeongguk wraps his hand around Jimin’s and shakes it.
Yet, all he can focus on is the softness of Jimin’s palm, and how easily his larger hand engulfs Jimin’s. His heartbeat loudly pounds in his eardrums as goosebumps rise over his arms and spine.
Not wanting to scare Jimin, Jeongguk lets go of Jimin after two seconds. But, he immediately hides his flushed hand in the pocket of his hoodie.
“I heard about you.” Jeongguk states, shifting on his feet. His eyes stay on Jimin, not daring to miss a movement in his face.
“I hope good things, only.” Jimin laughs, turning his back to Jeongguk before staring back at him.
It takes Jeongguk a moment to respond, and his eyebrows curve downward. A smile widens across Jimin’s face, and he gestures to the empty space beside him. Jeongguk realizes that Jimin wants him to walk together.
With his lungs panting for air, he steps next to Jimin, his feet unsteady.
And they stroll down the hall, their shoulders brushing every now and then.
“Don’t worry.” Jeongguk mumbles loud enough for Jimin to hear. “I’ve yet to hear anyone say one bad word about you.”
“That’s good. I was worried I would become an outsider because I’m older and from another department.” Jimin absently says as he plays with the ring on his finger.
And Jeongguk quietly adjusts his pace to match Jimin’s steps.
“But now I’ve got you as a first acquaintance in the chemistry department. So, not doing too bad for myself.” Jimin nudges Jeongguk with his shoulder. The touch blazes his skin through the clothes.
“You’re doing absolutely fine.” Jeongguk’s lips curl up. “Just stay away from the jackass from the last row.”
“Got it.” Jimin nods his head, puckering his lips. “Thanks for the warning.”
In his mind, Jeongguk has already deepened the color of Jimin’s pursed lips with his tongue and kisses—discovering every corner of his mouth until it’s all he can taste. Until it’s all he’ll ever crave.
But Jeongguk only smiles in return, basking in their proximity.
“I have one more class for today.” Jimin mentions as they reach the large lobby of their university. “What about you?”
Every question from Jimin—the smallest display of interest—tugs at Jeongguk’s heart.
“I’m done for today, but fully packed tomorrow.” Jeongguk answers, turning a deaf ear to the voice inside his head screaming at him to chain himself to Jimin.
“So, we only share this one class?” Jimin’s lips push forward slightly, and Jeongguk gulps.
“Yeah.” He mutters with his hands clenched inside his hoodie.
“That’s a shame, but at least we got this class together.” Jimin says, glancing across the lobby before his gaze drops to the time on his phone screen. “I need to get to class, but I’ll see you around!”
With short steps, Jimin heads towards his next class, waving at Jeongguk with a wide grin plastered on his face.
“See you around!” Jeongguk yells back, his chest rising with shallow breaths.
It worked out.
He had gone over this interaction a million times before taking the pen from Jimin’s desk. Initially, he feared that Jimin would merely thank him and move on. That their conversation would be nothing but a passing interaction.
His nerves had been on the edge all day, but it was worth it.
Jeongguk not only talked to Jimin—he touched him.
His flickering eyes stare at his open palm, the same one that enveloped Jimin’s. His fingertips still tingle, warmth still kissing his palms in an even rhythm.
Slowly, Jeongguk curls his fingers into a fist, dragging his tongue over his dry lips.
Then, he rushes home.
-ˋˏ ༻❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ-
Jeongguk lies on his back, eyes locked on his raised palm that Jimin had touched earlier. The floral scent still fogs his senses. Even in his own room.
He can’t stop thinking about Jimin.
From his small, tender hands to the mellifluous sound of his voice.
Jeongguk selfishly wants all of Jimin to himself.
His hand falls over his flushed face, his lips grazing against his rough skin. Jimin’s hand had been soft as it held on to Jeongguk’s. Soft, but firm. His skin easily blushed too—Jeongguk’s thumb had left a faint red mark on Jimin.
Against his will, his mind imagines darker marks he could leave. In places where they would be secrets between them.
Blood rushes low in his stomach, skin tightening with each brush of his lips against his palm. His other hand clutches the bedsheets, his fingers twisting in the fabric as his hips shift restlessly against the mattress.
“Jimin. Jimin. Jimin.” Jeongguk whispers, his voice strained. His pants grow uncomfortably tight as his eyes roll back.
The room becomes too hot while his clothes cling too tautly against his skin. Heat travels to his groin, and his gasps are loud and whiny in the empty room.
He itches to touch himself—to release himself from the aching tension in his body.
Still, Jeongguk doesn’t do anything but press his thighs together. His body is Jimin’s to have.
And Jimin’s only.
In the midst of his struggles, a notification cuts through his whimpers. He groans and reluctantly reaches for his phone on the nightstand.
Unlocking his phone, Jeongguk is surprised to see that it’s a message from Teams—something he only ever uses when group activities are forced upon him.
With his breathing raw, he opens the app with trembling fingers. The pressure in his pants becomes more unbearable each time he moves. So, he drops on his back with his phone above his head.
Unfamiliar with the app, it takes him a second to find the new message, tapping fretfully against the screen.
When he finally clicks on the right icon, he sits up straight, eyes reading the message over and over again.
Park Jimin:
totally forgot to ask for your number
but there’s like a gathering tonight for our department
should we go together? only if u want ofc
-ˋˏ ༻❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ-
Every single seat in this restaurant is taken with some standing by the table, or sitting on others laps. Noisy chatter and laughter spill across the tables as drinks are passed around. Jeongguk has never joined these gatherings before. He hates crowded spaces and talkative people.
Yet, he’s here, a fourth drink in his hands, sitting in front of Jimin whose chin rests lazily in his palm.
Jimin has had two cocktails so far, but his cheeks are already flushed crimson. His eyes aren’t kind anymore. They’re glossy, heavy—almost sultry. Something about his presence feels different, but Jeongguk doesn’t mind.
He doesn’t care because Jimin is talking to him. Pouring him drinks. Keeping his gaze on him. On Jeongguk alone.
“You drink too fast, Jeonggukie.” Jimin says between sips, exhaling loudly as the alcohol burns down in his body. “And don’t even look drunk. How annoying.”
Jeonggukie.
Jeongguk wishes he could reach over the table and kiss those letters into his lips.
“I’m just better at hiding it.” Jeongguk counters, his gaze lowered on Jimin’s blushed neck. “But, I certainly feel the tingle in my body.”
The older student smiles, clearly satisfied with Jeongguk’s words. His fingers reach for the small snack plate on the table, but don’t take anything. An indistinct frown sits on his features, his head tilted slightly.
Chuckling softly, Jeongguk leans towards the neighboring table and grabs the sour-cream chips that Jimin’s been eating since their arrival. He places them on their shared plate.
“You pay attention.” Jimin mumbles, not hesitating to take a chip into his mouth. “Thank you.”
Jeongguk doesn’t say anything. Instead, he observes Jimin. The way his cheek puffs out when he eats three chips at once. An adorable sight that he won’t forget any time soon.
But the adoration fades—replaced by suffocating tension when Jimin’s lips wrap around his finger, licking the seasoning from his skin. He does it once, twice. A third time.
Every time, Jeongguk senses the familiar heat in his lower stomach increasing. With a dry mouth, he dips his head down. He inhales through his nose, and shakily exhales.
“Hey! You’re the new guy, aren’t ya?” An unfamiliar voice joins their table, and Jeongguk freezes in his seat.
“Hi! Yeah, I am!” Jimin laughs loudly. “I’m Jimin.”
A grotesque, prickling sensation penetrates Jeongguk’s chest. He raises his gaze and is met with a stranger’s arm casually slung around Jimin’s shoulder.
“Riiiight!” The man stretches his vowels. “You’re the physics dude!”
Jeongguk’s finger twitches on the table, but he bites his tongue. He takes a large gulp from his drink—that Jimin made for him.
“And now I’m the chemistry dude!” Jimin jokes, giggling as the man’s hand squeezes his shoulder.
Straightening his back, Jeongguk tries to look away. He’s well aware that his jealousy stems from his own fantasies.
Jeongguk knows that he doesn’t belong to Jimin.
Yet, when the man leans into Jimin’s space, murmuring secrets into his ear—his lips brushing against the shell of it—the glass in Jeongguk’s hand slams hard against the table.
The sharp clank echoes loudly in the restaurant. Within a second, silence takes over the room. Every head turns towards him—confusion, fear, judgement. Their stares feel like needles against his skin, stealing the air from his lungs.
For the first time tonight, Jeongguk doesn’t look at Jimin.
“Sorry.” He rasps out. “Feeling dizzy.”
Snatching up his jacket, Jeongguk jumps out from his seat and bolts out of the restaurant. His cheeks warm in shame.
The first breeze of cool air hits his face, and the young student finally drags in a steady breath. He clutches his chest, attempting to calm himself down.
But, it’s futile.
He’s ruined it. All of it.
Jimin must be appalled by his behavior. His evident jealousy.
Still feeling unbalanced, Jeongguk stumbles towards the alley next to the restaurant, using the darkness to hide from the smoking students.
When he’s far enough, he presses his back against the wall, thumbing the back of his head against the bricks again and again.
How stupid.
How fucking stupid.
Everything had been going so well. All night, he heard Jimin laugh. Watched him open up to him. Drawn them closer together.
Only to create a bridge between them that he can never cross again.
“You’re so stupid.” Jeongguk mumbles to himself, hiding his face behind his cold hands.
He should have stayed home, and worked on controlling his feelings first. He rushed into this. It’s his fault.
Jimin slipped right through his fingers.
“Jeonggukie?”
The familiar, welcoming voice cuts through Jeongguk’s spiraling thoughts, and his shoulders intuitively relax at the sound.
“Are you okay? I’m sorry for mixing the drinks too strongly.”
Jeongguk finally peeks through his fingers and finds Jimin standing close. Too close—and still somehow too far. His sunken features hurt more than the hundred judgmental looks from the restaurant.
“No, Jimin.” Jeongguk shakes his head. “I’m not dizzy. Don’t worry, please.”
“Then what’s wrong?” Jimin asks, his voice laced with concern.
Concern Jeongguk doesn’t deserve.
“Nothing. It’s a me problem.” Jeongguk answers, dropping his hands from his face. “I promise.”
But Jimin doesn’t leave. No, he steps closer. So close that the young student can make out every detail on his face.
The details that appear behind his eyelids each time he closes his eyes.
Jimin stands right under the pale moon that lights up the star-kissed sky. And yet, the sight looks bland in comparison to him.
“Talk to me, Jeongguk.” Jimin presses, decreasing the needed distance between them.
“Jimin.” The name slips past Jeongguk’s lips like a warning. “Just go back inside, please.”
The plea tastes sour in Jeongguk’s mouth, but he’s done enough for today. He doesn’t want to say something he can’t take back.
“Be honest with me.” Jimin stands right in front of Jeongguk, their chests brushing against each other. “Who knows?”
A smile tugs at the elder’s lips. “Maybe I know more than you think.”
Jeongguk tries to think of an escape—some excuse to get out of his situation.
However, Jimin is everywhere.
His scent, mixed with a hint of alcohol, has never been this fervent. His body heat warms Jeongguk’s skin, raising goosebumps whenever they touch.
His mind loses its initial thread of thought, and finds its anchor in Jimin.
Jimin. Jimin. Only Jimin. Jimin. His. Only His. Jimin. Jimin. Jimin.
Jeongguk’s tongue sweeps over his lips, tasting hibiscus on them. Sweet. Addicting. Jimin.
“You walked into the lecture hall four weeks ago, Jimin.” Jeongguk barely hears his own words over the pounding of his pulse in his ear drums. “And I immediately wanted to trace my name across your naked neck with my tongue.”
“I want to be the only one in your mind.” Jeongguk whispers, clenching his fists at his sides. “The only one who can touch you.”
Blood rushes to Jeongguk’s cheeks when Jimin simply nods, silently encouraging him to continue.
“The only one who gets to see you smile.” It’s an unfeasible request. Still, Jimin doesn’t seem unnerved. “The only one who can graze his lips against your ear.”
Ugly jealousy spills out of him, and the older student simply smiles.
“If you tell me to disappear—to leave you alone—and suffer on my own with my selfish thoughts, then I will never appear before you again.”
Jeongguk releases a ragged breath, fighting the urge to grasp Jimin’s face and bite a mark into his ear.
Instead, he waits for Jimin to answer. To tell him that he’s sick in the head for thinking about him in this way only hours after meeting.
But it never comes. Jimin attentively listens, so Jeongguk continues.
“But if you let me, I promise to be good to you.” Jeongguk’s voice is low, his hands twitching to grab Jimin’s waist. “I will do whatever you ask me to.”
“If you want me to go down on my knees and beg for you, I will gladly do so. If you want me to stay quiet until my last day on earth, I will cut my tongue off.” Amusement flickers in Jimin’s gaze as he eyes Jeongguk’s lips, his cheeks painted in a deep color.
Whether it’s Jimin’s intense stare or the alcohol in his body, Jeongguk isn’t sure, but a rush of confidence pumps through his veins.
“If you want me to fuck you until my body is nothing but a toy to you, I will let you use me however you wish. If you want to fuck me, then tell me how you want me.”
Jimin’s body stiffens, biting down on his bottom lip. And Jeongguk only needs to lean in a little for their lips to crash into each other.
Still, he doesn’t budge. Jimin hasn’t given Jeongguk the permission to touch him. With a strained restraint, he keeps his hands by his side while his last plea tumbles out.
“Just say something, Jimin—please.”
Their shallow breathing is the only thing that exists in the alley for a moment. While Jeongguk processes what he’s just said, Jimin seems to be thoughtful. His eyebrows furrow, his lips pursed, as time stretches.
The silence stabs into Jeongguk’s chest, but he doesn’t dare to speak. One more word, and his legs might give out beneath him.
“That’s why you were always watching me?” Jimin asks quietly, grazing the outline of Jeongguk’s hand. Their eyes remain locked as he gently lifts the young student’s palm between them. “Following me through the hallways?”
The touch brings an icy shudder down Jeongguk’s spine while his mind replays the questions like a chime.
Jimin knows.
His breath hitches in his throat, wondering when he’s been found out. What Jimin thinks of him.
However, there’s no trace of dissent on Jimin’s face. Rather, there’s a glint of elation in his pupils.
Silently, with his movements careful but assertive, Jimin guides Jeongguk’s fingers to the young student’s lips. He trembles, his fingertips salty. A sly smile unfolds on Jimin’s face when Jeongguk parts his lips, sucking on his own fingers.
“Because you want me for yourself?” Jimin continues, leaving a ghost of a kiss on Jeongguk’s wrist.
Like throwing gasoline into a wildfire, a surge of pleasure uncurls in Jeongguk’s stomach, his pants stiffening.
Instead of verbally answering, Jeongguk nods his head, ensuring his fingers are soaked in his saliva.
“How lucky for me.” Jimin muses. “I’ve been dressing up for you every Wednesday.”
Jeongguk throws his head back, groaning at Jimin’s nonchalant confession. He’s hard, but doesn’t want to rush this. Whatever Jimin wants to do with him, he may.
He’s all Jimin’s, after all.
With one small step, the elder closes the distance between their bodies, pushing his hips against Jeongguk’s as a feeble whimper escapes his luscious lips.
And Jeongguk feels it pressing against him. Jimin’s hard too—his fingers fumbling with his belt and pants until both are undone.
“Jeonggukie.” Jimin tugs at Jeongguk’s wrist, removing his fingers from his mouth with a string of saliva connecting them to his mouth. “Make sure it doesn’t hurt.”
With his heart in his throat, Jeongguk searches for hesitancy in Jimin’s eyes—a flash of insecurity. Anything.
“Please.” Jimin exhales, and Jeongguk’s rectitude crumbles.
He doesn’t know who leans in first, but their lips collide in a heated kiss. His hand cradles Jimin’s jaw, cocking his head to the side to blend each other’s spaces. Meanwhile his glistening fingers drop to Jimin’s waistband, pulling at the material before slipping his hand inside.
Their tongues swirl around each other, their hips move to chase the fleeting feeling of pleasure.
It’s lewd and noisy, and Jimin’s scent, his taste, is drowning him into madness. But, Jeongguk wouldn't want it any other way.
His wet fingers glide over Jimin’s entrance, teasing his quivering hole.
“Please.” Jimin breathes against Jeongguk’s soaked lips, his tongue tracing the bottom one. “We’ve waited long enough, mhm?”
Doing this in a gloomy alley next to the restaurant where the whole department is getting drunk is absolutely absurd.
Yet, Jeongguk can only focus on Jimin’s high-pitched begging. With a sharp inhale, Jeongguk pushes one finger in, and both whine at the sensation. Jimin is warm and tight—his muscles contract, but accept the slow strokes.
An exhilarating surge ripples from the tip of Jeongguk’s finger to his shoulder.
“Fuck, Jimin.” Jeongguk moans into their kiss. “You’re unbelievable.”
His slick finger curls, rubbing against the bundle of nerves, and Jimin abruptly flinches in his hold. He digs his nails into Jeongguk’s hot skin as his back curves with every thrust.
“There. Keep it there.” Jimin’s voice is hoarse as his hips move with Jeongguk’s pace. Lost in pleasure, Jeongguk adds another finger, focusing his attention to the sweet spot.
“Yes, yes, yes.” Jimin’s honeyed voice resonates like music in Jeongguk’s ears. Still, his reddened lips feel empty and cold.
“Keep kissing me, Jimin.” It’s not an order, but a piteous wish. One that Jimin fulfills like he’s been starved himself.
The kiss is wet, and every corner of their mouths licked and caressed. Jeongguk’s hand slides down Jimin’s chest, rubbing one of his nipples between his fingers.
Again, delectable moans pass the elder’s plumb, flushed lips.
“You’re sensitive all over.” Jeongguk mumbles between pecks, his fingers moving back and forth inside Jimin.
Their faces are barely an inch apart, and Jeongguk’s eyes fall on the mole on Jimin’s forehead. Then, on the one on his blushed cheekbone.
Charms that one can only see from an absent distant.
With a fine tenderness, Jeongguk leaves a kiss on every detail that has made his heart rate quicken once, as though leaving short appreciations for allowing him to cherish them.
By the end, not a single surface is left untouched by Jeongguk’s lips on Jimin’s disheveled face as three fingers work on loosening him.
“Jeonggukie, it’s enough.” Jimin whines, grasping the young student’s wrist from behind. “Please.”
Like in a trance, Jeongguk’s body moves, only desiring to please the man in his arms.
Carefully, he draws his fingers out whilst leaving a path of kisses down Jimin’s neck, tasting the sweetness all over him.
In a swift motion, Jimin’s chest is pressed against the brick wall, his pants hanging loose at his waist.
“Watch it.” Jeongguk whispers, his clean hand preventing Jimin’s face from touching the stone.
“What a gentleman.” Jimin mumbles, a wicked grin unfolding on his lips.
“Just for you.” Jeongguk answers, unbuckling his belt. “I don’t care about anyone else other than you.”
A string of pants sits on Jeongguk’s tongue when his fingers undo the buttons of his pants. But he’s impatient and nervous, trembling with Jimin’s bottom leaning on his groin.
“You’re killing me.” Jeongguk groans and rests his forehead on the back of Jimin’s head. “But, I love it.”
Finally, Jeongguk manages to free his dick from his underwear. The cold air hits his sensitive skin, and a crawling shiver slides down his spine.
“Then show me how much you love it.” Jimin turns his head and glides his tongue past Jeongguk’s teeth, kneading wherever he can reach.
“Oh, I will.” Breaking the kiss, Jeongguk rubs his shaft between Jimin’s smooth buttcheeks. He spits on his dick, then on Jimin’s clenching hole, lubing them to the best of his ability.
“Tell me if it hurts.” Jeongguk manages to say between gasps before easing his dick into Jimin, and his mind perishes.
Warmth engulfs his pulsing cock in a tight grip. Intense jolts of pleasure shoot through Jeongguk’s lower body, his legs tingling with every inch he goes deeper.
“Shit, shit. Shit.” Jimin whimpers, moving against Jeongguk until his ass connects with the base of his dick. “S-So deep.”
For a second, Jeongguk attempts to give Jimin a moment to adjust to his size—to the pressure. The last thing he wants to do is hurt him. But, his worries are in vain.
Swaying his hips back and forth, Jimin fucks himself on Jeongguk’s dick. Uses him like a toy to chase the thrill of ecstasy.
He moans—too loudly, and Jeongguk hastily muffles the lewd noises behind his palm. Jimin arches into every touch, making Jeongguk see dusts of stars.
Jeongguk’s chest rises in quick pants, his heart drumming blaringly in his ears.
A warm liquid touches the young student’s cupid’s bow before it drips onto Jimin’s back, staining the elder’s clothes.
Breathing heavily, Jeongguk recognizes the deep color of the liquid. He’s bleeding from his nose, watching himself disappear into Jimin’s tight hole.
Over and over again.
“Holy fuck.” Jeongguk hums as he cages Jimin between his hand and body. “How were you able to hold on for a month?”
The young student licks Jimin’s nape, gliding his tongue to his shoulder where the stranger had clung onto Jimin.
His Jimin.
“I wanted you first.” A desperate bite sinks into Jimin’s skin, his savor becoming a whisk of hibiscus and blood. Jeongguk’s hips begin to speed up. “So, I’ll fuck you first.”
Jeongguk’s thrusts are merciless as he pounds into the elder. Their clothes shuffle and clink, but nothing is as loud as their skin meeting mid-penetration.
“There—Ah!” Jimin’s upper body hunches over, his words subdued. “Feels so good. So good.”
“You were made to take me.” Jeongguk murmurs, his hand pinching Jimin’s nipple under his shirt. His skin is covered in a thin layer of cool sweat. “Do you hear how well you fit me?”
The sounds of them are obscure, moist and filthy—an answer to Jeongguk’s question followed by a sprawling moan.
“Yes. Yes, yes. Perfect fit. For you—Ngh!” Jimin’s head leans against the young student’s shoulder. His plump, swollen lips fall agape.
With a ravenous gaze, Jeongguk seizes the elder’s jaw, forcing Jimin to face him. Then, he devours Jimin’s lips in a hungry kiss. Their tongues embrace each other as faint moans pass between them.
All while Jeongguk’s thrusts grow more uneven and greedy.
“I’m so close—so, so close.” Jimin whimpers, tears soiling his flushed cheeks. “Don’t stop, please. Please.”
Jeongguk feels his orgasm building each time he sinks his dick into Jimin’s hole. It clouds his senses, knocking the air out of his lungs. The sensation is too much, yet Jeongguk can’t get drunk enough on it.
He needs more, more, more.
More of Jimin.
With a ragged breathing, Jeongguk’s hand travels down to Jimin’s dick that’s leaking precum all over the ground.
It rocks along with every of Jeongguk’s movements, and he makes a mental promise for next time to swallow Jimin’s dick until his throat engulfs the tip completely. For now, Jeongguk wraps his fingers around his shaft, adjusting his strokes to his hips’ pace.
And Jimin cries out.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” His small, damp hand clutches the young student’s wrist. But, he doesn’t push it away. “Too—Too much. I’m g’na cum. G’na cum.”
“Me too, Jimin. Fuck, me too.” Jeongguk moans, a wave of electricity expanding in his groin. His dick throbs, slamming into Jimin’s prostate.
“God—Oh God—Ah! Hng!”
Jimin’s legs tense up, shaking as cum shoots out of his dick. Quiet, but sharp whines tread after every breath. His muscles squeeze around Jeongguk’s cock—gripping around his length in a fitful rhythm—sending him over the edge.
Jeongguk’s cum spills into Jimin’s hole in sluggish strokes, and the elder melts into the feeling. His back presses against Jeongguk’s chest, his thighs twitching at every thrust.
When Jeongguk pulls out, his own cum leaks from Jimin onto his cock.
“This is fucking crazy.” Jeongguk mutters, his knees weak.
“Good crazy?” Jimin asks, leisurely turning to Jeongguk with a tired expression lingering on his face.
He looks absolutely adorable. Throughly fucked, but adorable.
Jeongguk gently kisses him through a wide smile. “Good crazy.”
-ˋˏ ༻❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ-
“Why do you look so… exhausted?” The stranger from before questions while Jimin gathers his things from the table.
Jeongguk’s piercing gaze follows every small step, and Jimin’s lips curl upwards.
“I had to make up with Jeongguk.” Jimin replies and puts his jacket on. “And I think we still have some talking to do at my place.”
Jeongguk takes the heavy bag from Jimin’s hand, placing it onto his shoulder.
“Yeah, I think we’ll be talking.” Jeongguk adds, glancing down at Jimin’s shoulders, his bite mark concealed by clothes.
“All night.”