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Sex is fun for Jimin. He loves the chase, loves how it feels to have the finest men on campus begging for a taste of him, loves the sense of control that he feels when he can use his alluring looks and killer personality to lay anyone of his choosing. He is fully aware of his reputation, that he’s ‘easy’ , or a ‘slut’ , but it’s becoming known that Jimin isn’t easy at all, he actually tends to be very selective. 

Jeongguk was always on Jimin’s ‘To Do List’, but the brunette had somehow evaded him at every opportunity, and now that they’ve been assigned as roommates, Jimin has to kiss that wish goodbye (for now). After all, he does have at least one rule when it comes to sex: no drama. Fucking around with a roommate that he’s going to be stuck with for another six months is not worth the potential awkwardness and drama that it could bring.

So, he may have decided that it's best to not give into his burning desire for the tattooed brunette, but he has to admit it's kind of annoying that Jeongguk hasn't shown a single ounce of interest in him. 

(̶H̶e̶ h̶a̶s̶, b̶u̶t̶ J̶i̶m̶i̶n̶ i̶s̶ s̶c̶a̶r̶e̶d̶ o̶f̶ r̶e̶a̶l̶ f̶e̶e̶l̶i̶n̶g̶s̶, t̶h̶e̶r̶e̶f̶o̶r̶e̶ h̶e̶ i̶g̶n̶o̶r̶e̶s̶ i̶t̶.)̶

Whatever. It's not worth it. He doesn’t even care! It doesn’t matter to him at all!

But it’s weird! Jeongguk also has a reputation! Whereas Jimin will bed any dude he wants, Jeongguk is notorious for taking home a new partner after every party. Somehow, they’ve both been sleeping around the same campus for two years now, yet they still haven't ended up in a bed together! (Or a couch, car, ferris wheel cart, or boat!)

Jeongguk is extremely hard to read. Jimin had always believed Jeongguk was your run-of-the-mill Cool Guy: simple minded, loud, maybe a little vain. Since they’ve moved in together, everything he thought he knew about him has been proven wrong.

Jeongguk had initiated a friendship almost immediately, and hasn’t once alluded to knowing a single thing about The Park Jimin; campus succubus. It’s quite maddening, actually. Jimin was kind of excited for some mutual sexual tension that would ultimately lead to an insane hookup right before they go off to summer break. Then, they wouldn’t have to reap the consequences afterwards. The last thing he expected was to become friends with Jeongguk.

But whatever! He doesn’t even care! Jeongguk can walk around shirtless and freshly showered with his rippling abs whenever he wants, Jimin doesn’t care at all. Jimin doesn’t even care when Jeongguk sends a “wont be home tonight, dont wait up ;)” text, or when he puts a little extra effort into his shower routine before heading out to a party that Jimin wasn’t invited to. He literally doesn’t care at all!

So here he is, planning his Friday night hookup, while not caring about Jeongguk’s agitating neutrality towards him. Luckily, Mingyu responds immediately.

Jimin is laying on his stomach, bathed in dim red lighting from his led lights. He snaps a few photos of his ass in a pair of lavender velvet short-shorts that he reserves solely for nights like this. The plan is to get in, get fucked, and get out- no drama. Therefore, Jimin begins to work himself open before he heads out. He and Mingyu exchange a few photos and texts, and it’s just enough to get Jimin all worked up.

He pushes and pulls a shiny silver plug in and out of his hole, aiming it away from his prostate to postpone his orgasm. The fat base of the plug pops past his rim once more, and he finds himself panting into his sheets, pink cockhead trapped between his abs and the mattress.

Mingyu sends a video of his veiny hand wrapped around his own cock, shiny with lube, captioned with “ come get it when ur ready”. It would usually make Jimin cringe, but when he’s this worked up, it makes him drool. (The fact that the dude is Jeongguk’s best friend is just a crazy coincidence.)

Jimin starts rolling his hips into the mattress for a little relief before he has to walk over to Mingyu’s place with a plug in his ass, and he gets so into it that he ignores the new notification that pops up on his screen. 

Jimin props himself up on his elbows to get a better angle, and he can’t quite stop the small moan that leaves his lips when he clenches around the plug, rolling his hips fluidly. The rough drag of his sheets against the head of his cock is just enough to push him a little closer, small beads of precum forming at the slit.

He’s losing himself in the pleasure until his door suddenly swings open with a jarring bang . “ Hyunggg , the party was canceled!” Jeongguk whines, suddenly breaking the silence in his room.

Jimin doesn’t have any time to react, Jeongguk stomps right over to Jimin’s bed and plops on top of him playfully. This ultimately puts pressure on the plug, and pushes Jimin’s cock into the mattress, hard .

His orgasm hits him like a train, or, well, like a Jeongguk sized train. He comes all over his own abs, and the body weight shifting on top of him prolongs the sensations while simultaneously ruining the orgasm. Jimin moans uncontrollably as his body convulses, his back arching and ass clenching as he grunts out of mixed frustration and pleasure. 

Jeongguk leaps off of Jimin as fast as he possibly can, kneeling on the very edge of his bed. “Oh my god! Hyung, are you okay? Did I hurt you!? What happe-”

His eyes land on the phone lying abandoned in front of Jimin, text messages still open, Mingyu’s video playing on loop. Jeongguk feels his blood run cold. Panic, regret, jealousy, and a flicker of lust all churn in his gut like a nauseating cocktail. 

“You made me fucking come! Why are you home!?” Jimin spits out, trying to catch his breath. He belatedly realizes that he didn’t have to tell the truth in the exact moment, but his judgment is extremely clouded right now, muddled by a ruined orgasm and pure anger. 

“The party was canceled! I just texted you that!” Jeongguk defends himself, ears ringing as that lewd video replays over and over.

“So you couldn’t bother to see what I was up to before you come in here jumping on my bed like a fucking dog?” 

Jeongguk’s eyes are still trained on Jimin’s phone, connecting all the dots.

“Did you just say that I made you come?” 

“Well, it was supposed to be him!” Jimin nods towards the phone shamelessly, still laying on his stomach with rapidly cooling come soaking into his sheets right now. “I was just about to head out!”

“Is that Mingyu ?”

“Does it matter?”

“He’s my friend!”

“Oh, let’s not act like you haven’t fucked most of my friends.” Jimin rolls his eyes, not jealous whatsoever.

“Well… yeah, alright. I guess I’ll let you get back to it, then.” Jeongguk huffs, finally moving to get off Jimin’s bed completely.

“There’s nothing to get back to now, you ruined it.” Jimin grumbles, mostly to himself.

Those words make Jeongguk freeze in his tracks. “What, were you going to top or something? Just get it back up for a second round.” He shrugs, as if it’s the easiest solution in the world. 

“No, I was not going to top this time, but sorry to tell you this about your friend, he barely has what it takes to get me through the first round.” Jimin rolls his eyes, fishing for some sort of reaction out of Jeongguk. “Not many people have what it takes to get me through a second. I’m sure you’ve heard, I’m kinda hard to handle.”

Finally, the reality of the situation hits Jeongguk. He just made Jimin come by accident . How? Was Jimin already close? What was he doing before Jeongguk walked in?

“I-is that why you were already…?” He gestures vaguely towards Jimin’s body, mind starting to go haywire.

“Prepping myself for a mediocre dicking? Yes.” Jimin snaps back with sass.

Something in Jeongguk snaps. “Why would you put up with a ‘ mediocre dicking’, when you could have anyone you wanted?” He tilts his head to the side, his voice deepening a bit.

“Better than nothing.” Jimin shrugs his shoulders.

“Is it?”

“Why do you care?” Jimin is getting annoyed. Jeongguk has never shown interest in Jimin, suddenly he cares about how well he’s being fucked?

For the first time since he arrived, Jeongguk lets his eyes trail down Jimin’s body. The red lighting highlights the roundness of his perky ass, barely contained by the shorts. His thin t-shirt has ridden up to his waist, and the arch of his back is accentuated with the way his knee is pushed to the side, his toned thigh jutting out towards Jeongguk. The idea of Jimin putting up with mediocre sex doesn’t sit right with him, he deserves the best treatment every single time.

“Jeongguk, are you jealous ?”

“I just think you could do better.”

“I thought he was your friend?”

“He’s obviously not good enough for you.” Jeongguk’s jaw tightens. He’s losing his composure awfully quick, and here he was trying not to fuck Jimin until move-out day.

“And you are?” The words leave Jimin’s mouth before he can even think about it, he shocks himself. Alarm bells go off in his head.

“I didn’t say anything about myself.” Jeongguk smirks, throwing caution to the wind. “What about you is ‘so hard to handle’ anyways? Hm?”

Jimin thinks about it for approximately half a second before deciding, ‘ fuck it, this is already bad enough to make it awkward. Just go for it’.

“I get… sensitive. It takes a long time to get ready again. Most people get bored of it, or they can’t last long enough.” He shrugs again, speaking nonchalantly. 

Jeongguk takes that as a challenge.

Jimin locks eyes with Jeongguk, and slowly rolls over onto his side, exposing the come stain, as well as his pretty pink cock tip sticking absurdly out of his shorts. “I also get bratty.”

Jeongguk takes that as an invitation. 

He quickly shoves Jimin onto his back, and uses his own body to part Jimin’s thighs, hovering over him in an instant.

Jimin is suddenly breathless, shocked at how easy it was to rile him up. Maybe Jeongguk is the easy one. “Do you really think you can handle me, Jeon?”

“Oh, sweet Jimin, I think I’m the only one who can. No one else is enough for you, isn’t that right?” Jeongguk tilts his head as he stares down at Jimin, caging him in with his hands planted on either side of his head. “You’re known for giving these guys the fuck of their life, but its always just a quick fix for you, isn’t it? When was the last time someone gave you a night to remember? Left you breathless? Made you forget your own name?”

Jimin gasps, reveling in the tension, eyes looking back and forth between Jeongguk’s. He swiftly nudges Jeongguk’s elbow, making it buckle so he falls to his left, then he uses that momentum to swing himself over the brunette's waist, straddling him in seconds.

He leans down to nip at Jeongguk’s ear, then whispers sensually. “You’d better be going somewhere with this.”

Jeongguk barks out a breathless laugh, then pulls Jimin closer with a hand around the back of his neck, fingers tangling in the caramel strands at his nape, their heavy breaths falling on each other’s lips. Jimin selfishly slides a hand up his roommate’s abs, pulling his shirt up and over his head, continuing to trail his fingers up and down his skin. Jeongguk mirrors Jimin’s movements on his back, eventually lowering his hand to grope at his ass. His eyes flutter when he finally gets a chance to squeeze the mound of his roommate’s ass, a moment he’s been dreaming of for months.

Jeongguk uses his tongue to wet his lower lip and adjust the two shiny silver rings pierced through it. Jimin’s gaze follows the movement. 

“Can I kiss you?” Jimin whispers, needing a distraction from the sensitivity of his cock that’s trapped between their bodies.

Unable to get out another word, Jeongguk surges upward to close the gap. Something animalistic ignites in him when he feels Jimin’s tongue swiping over his bottom lip, prodding desperately until he lets him in. They kiss hot and messy until they’re panting, not wanting to separate until they have to pull back to catch their breaths. When Jeongguk’s hands slide down Jimin’s arched back again, they both gasp when his fingers come into contact with the plug at his entrance.

The feeling of the plug being pushed deeper makes Jimin’s body convulse again, and he whimpers into Jeongguk’s mouth, body trying to recoil from the over stimulation. Profanities fall from their mouths simultaneously.

“ Shit, Jimin. You were going to leave the house with a plug in your ass?” Jeongguk feels delirious at this point. Jimin is quite literally all of his wet dreams and dirtiest fantasies wrapped into one person.

“What did you think I meant by prepping?” Jimin bites back, cheek pressed into Jeongguk’s chest.

Jeongguk slides his fingers under the fabric of Jimin’s shorts, testing the waters by pressing on the plug once again.

“ Fuck, Guk!” Jimin’s back curls again, trying to escape.

“You’re still that sensitive?” The feeling of Jimin writhing around on top of him is making him harder by the second, and he’s not even sure if Jimin has noticed yet.

Jimin nods wordlessly against Jeongguk’s peck. “Can we kiss a little longer? Please?”

Something is his tone is softening, he’s losing that flirtatious edge, replacing it with something softer, something Jeongguk has never heard from him. This is probably where most of Jimin’s partners have gotten ‘bored’ in the past, and that idea kind of breaks his heart.

“Of course.” Jeongguk’s brows draw together in concern and he retracts his hands from his shorts. “Anything you need. Do you want to take it out?”

Jimin thinks for a moment, realizing that he’s unlocked yet another unexpected character trait in his roommate. Jeongguk isn’t just good at sex, he’s a caring lover. Of course he is. 

He sits up carefully, keeping one hand planted in the middle of Jeongguk’s chest as he arches his back, reaching underneath the velvet fabric to remove the plug carefully, dropping it into the soiled sheets carelessly. Jeongguk’s eyes are positively glued to Jimin’s thick cock, still partially hard where it peeks out from his shorts.

Their lips crash together again, and it’s Jeongguk’s turn to whimper when Jimin snakes his hand down between their bodies to squeeze his length through his jeans. Their tongues intertwine between their lips, and Jeongguk makes a habit of biting at Jimin’s plump bottom lip just to draw out more cute noises. They kiss until Jimin is able to move around without jolting from oversensitivity, their lips are red and spit-slicked, hair already tangled.

Jeongguk is undeniably hard at this point, and all the fabric between their bodies is starting to suffocate him. He gently pushes Jimin away, just enough to speak between kisses. 

“We don’t have to do anything yet, but can I please get out of these jeans?” 

Jimin giggles, Jeongguk really is so fucking cute.  

He sits up and scoots backwards until he’s between Jeongguk’s legs. Jimin puts on a show while he shimmies out of his shorts, letting his thick cock fall free, then lowers himself to Jeongguk’s crotch with his back arched beautifully. He unzips Jeongguk’s pants with nimble fingers, careful not to put any pressure over his cock, just to tease. 

Jeongguk watches him with his eyes lowered, bated breath as he waits, ready to take anything Jimin gives him. Jimin pulls the denim and briefs off of his legs quickly, then discards his own shirt, now leaving them both completely naked. He stares down at Jeongguk’s length, mentally noting that he’s going to be much more satisfied than he would’ve been if the night had gone as planned. 

He continues admiring for a moment longer, waiting for Jeongguk to get impatient, expecting him to touch himself, or to start demanding a blowjob, but he never does. When he trails his eyes back up to meet Jeongguk’s gaze, he finds a surprisingly soft expression. This is not the cocky fuckboy Jeon Jeongguk that he’s heard stories about.

Jimin sits back up, resting back on his heels, and tilts his head, wanting to test the waters one last time before giving in. 

“What if I don’t want to fuck you anymore?” (He really, really, does.)

Jeongguk tilts his head right back, his arms still resting calmly across his body despite his cock laying stiff against his lower tummy. “Then we just… won’t? If that’s what you want, that’s okay.” Not a hint of anger in his voice.

“Well, don’t you want to fuck me ?” Jimin tilts his head.

Jeongguk’s cock visibly jumps, a funny juxtaposition to the cute giggle that he lets out. “I would love to.”

“Since when?”

“Since I caught you making eyes at me at that party last year.”

Jimin’s jaw drops, Jeongguk has wanted him for just as long?

Jeongguk continues. “Do you know how intimidating you are? The first time I saw you, I could tell you wanted to jump my bones, but I ended up having to leave early. Then I kept hearing stories about you. No offense, but I figured if you wanted me that badly, you would’ve found me again. Then when we moved in together, I thought I was making it obvious that I wanted you, but you were just acting normal, and I didn’t want to make anything awkward so…”

Jimin can’t comprehend the entire story right now, but one thing stands out. “I’m intimidating?”

“Well, not much anymore, you’re too cute now that I know you. But to a new transfer student being stared down by the campus sex legend at a house party? Absolutely. Jimin, you are so fucking hot, I know you know that.”

The praise, the confidence in Jeongguk’s tone, the playful amusement in his eyes; it all sends chills down Jimin’s spine, then straight into his cock, which is finally starting to plump up again. 

He rubs his palms up and down Jeongguk’s thick thighs, then looks back at his still hard cock waiting for attention.

“Are you clean?” Jimin asks.

“Showered an hour ago.” Jeongguk teases. Jimin slaps his thigh and rolls his eyes. “Tested last week. I’m good to go. Do you interview all of your tops or…?” Another non-threatening thigh slap.

“Me too. Just three days ago.” Jimin nods, confidently. “I’d like to suck your dick now.” He smirks, lowering down to lay on his belly, coming face to face with Jeongguk’s length.

Jeongguk chuckles, sex with Jimin is fun. 

He starts by planting wet kisses on his hip bones, slowly working his way around. He can see the way Jeongguk’s hands tense into fists as he waits for some kind of relief. Jimin takes his time trailing soft fingertips over Jeongguk’s hip bones, thighs, and abs, admiring the way his muscles flex under his skin. Jeongguk cards his fingers through Jimin’s hair, just to find something to hold onto as his breathing picks up in anticipation.

Finally, Jimin slowly licks a stripe from the very base, up to the tip. He hums to himself, lapping up the precome that starts to form as soon as he makes contact with his tongue. Jeongguk’s hips jump and it fuels Jimin’s desire to pleasure him. He lowers his head swiftly, engulfing the length in his warm mouth, pillowy lips framing it beautifully. 

Pleasure rapidly builds in Jeongguk’s gut and he can’t stop himself from looking down to admire Jimin’s naked curves and lithe shoulders bathed in red lighting. The visual alone is enough to bring him close to the edge, and the idea of coming down Jimin’s throat is a pleasing one. 

Jimin uses one hand to roll Jeongguk’s balls loosely while he hollows his cheeks around the girth, moaning quietly to himself. He internally praises himself when he looks up through his lashes to see Jeongguk already staring at him, biting his lip harshly to contain himself. Jimin doubles his efforts on Jeongguk’s cock, pushing further down until his nose nuzzles against a groomed patch of hair. 

He reaches up with his free hand, using his thumb to pull Jeongguk’s bottom lip from between his teeth, prompting him to let his noises fall freely. The younger groans immediately, thighs tensing on either side of Jimin’s ribcage when he swallows around him, gagging absurdly. 

“ Fuck- ” He gasps, “Jimin- fuck. I might come if you don’t slow down.”

Jimin lets out a sound akin to a giggle, muffled by the cock in his mouth. Jeongguk seems to believe second rounds are plenty easy, so Jimin decides to test him. 

He pulls off just long enough to speak, a string of saliva and precome keeping them connected. “Do what you gotta do, I’m having fun.” He smirks, voice raspy and teasing.

Jeongguk half-chuckles and half-groans. “Can I fuck your throat?” He weaves his fingers into Jimin’s hair and waits for permission. 

The question makes Jimin’s own length throb. “ Yes. ”

Another groan slips out at the response, and Jeongguk plants his feet firmly into the mattress. 

“Pinch my thigh if you want me to stop.”

Jimin’s brows draw together, he’s just eager for him to get on with it. He grunts, and bobs his head quickly a few times to show his enthusiasm. 

“So fucking hot , hyung,” are the last words Jeongguk can get out before he holds Jimin’s head in place and pulls his hips back. 

He starts by rolling his hips fluidly, letting the tip of his cock hit the back of Jimin’s throat a few times, and Jimin grunts again, expecting more. After setting a faster rhythm, his orgasm approaches like an avalanche. A sheen of sweat starts to form over his abs as he thrusts up into Jimin’s mouth repeatedly, feeling that inevitable pull in his gut. 

The sounds of Jimin’s wet mouth being used sets both of them off, Jeongguk panting and moaning Jimin’s name like a mantra. 

“ Jimin- fuck. Hyung, your mouth…” He loses his train of thought, mind full of just ‘ Jimin, Jimin, Jimin’ .

Jimin focuses on his breathing, but he absolutely loves this feeling. Even though it’s his mouth being used, he knows that he’s really the one in control. He could have Jeongguk begging and writhing at any moment, and that thought is exactly what prompts his next move. He feels Jeongguk’s balls start to tighten in his hand, ready to blow any second now, and with the way his thrusts are starting to lose their rhythm, Jimin knows it’s coming. So he pinches Jeongguk’s thigh.

“W-what?” Jeongguk gasps, pulling out of Jimin’s mouth immediately although he’s harder than ever and leaking profusely. “Are you okay?” 

Jimin can’t help the devious smile that plays on his lips when Jeongguk mindlessly reaches down to hold the base of his own length, looking a little delirious. 

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” He asks again.

Jimin’s heart aches at the genuine worry in his tone. He kind of wanted to ruin Jeongguk’s first orgasm as revenge, but he’s just too sweet like this. 

He reaches back for Jeongguk’s leaking cock and knocks his tattooed hand away, stroking it himself. “Want you to come on my face.” 

Well, that wasn’t his initial motive, but he’s not lying either.

“Fuck, yeah, I can definitely do that,” Jeongguk groans through a hazy smile.

Jimin’s hand looks stupidly small around the base of his cock, and that resets the fire in his gut. He strokes up and down quickly, the glide smooth and wet, the tip shining with precome flowing freely. Jimin angles it at his mouth and tongue to catch the come, and Jeongguk floats over the edge, releasing all over his face. 

“Jimin-” Jeongguk draws out, trailing off into a slew of profanities, his hips continue to jump from pleasure while Jimin uses his forearm to hold him down, trying to catch the spurts on his tongue.

After Jeongguk has come mostly into his mouth and on his lips, Jimin clamps his lips tight to hold the seed on his tongue. He crawls up the younger’s body to straddle his waist once again, pinning him down with both hands on his shoulders. He tilts his head at Jeongguk, hovering over him, lips just inches away. 

“What?” Jeongguk stares up in awe at Jimin’s beauty, wondering what he’s up to.

Jimin nods his head once, gesturing towards his mouth, his blonde hair starting to stick to his temples with sweat,framing his face nicely. 

Jeongguk’s eyes drop to Jimin’s closed lips, and it clicks. 

“Do you have my come in your mouth?”

Jimin nods with a cheeky smirk. 

“You’re filthy.”

He nods again, eyes gleaming mischievously. 

“Are you trying to feed it to me?”

Jimin raises his chin proudly, then nods eagerly, pointedly looking at Jeongguk’s lips.

“Filthy.” Jeongguk repeats, smirking back, then pulling Jimin down by the back of his neck into a kiss. He moans absurdly loud when the taste of himself hits his tongue. It’s not a pleasant taste, but something about it is disgustingly sexy when Jimin is involved.

They continue to kiss until the taste of come has faded from their tongues. Jimin’s cock is undeniably hard between their abs, and he finally gets desperate enough to break the kiss.

“Can I sit on your face?” He sits up enough to watch Jeongguk’s expression fade from satiated and dazed, back to dark and lustful.

“Wow… the stories really are true.” He smirks, looking at Jimin in amazement.

“What? That I’m amazing in bed?”

Jeongguk chuckles, “Obviously. Also, that you know just what you want, and exactly how to get it.” 

Jimin takes it as a compliment. “So, will you eat my ass? Or are you gonna make me say please?”

Jeongguk barks out a real, nose scrunching cackle, amazed by Jimin’s unwavering confidence. He answers by scooting further down the bed and hoisting Jimin up by the waist. 

Jimin makes a pleased noise as he shuffles up the bed on his knees, looking down at his roommate. Jeongguk’s strong grip on his waist makes his heart flutter, and his lips planting kisses along his ass cheek makes his head spin. He leans forward to brace himself on the headboard and Jeongguk’s tongue is prodding at his hole almost immediately.

The taste of peach flavored lube really takes Jeongguk by surprise, but something about Jimin’s smooth, waxed, hole tasting like peaches just feels right. He uses both hands to spread Jimin’s cheeks and laps over his entrance with vigor. Jimin’s sounds of pleasure fall on his ears like music and he uses his mouth to draw out as many of those sounds as possible. 

He pushes the tip of his tongue past the rim, and Jimin’s body tenses over him. Jeongguk sets a rhythm, kneading the fat of his ass in both hands, licking broad stripes over Jimin’s hole, then prodding deeper inside every few strokes. When he decides to reach inward with his hand to slide a finger in alongside his tongue, he hears Jimin’s breath hitch, followed by a litany of curses and pretty hums.

Two fingers in, and Jimin is officially a moaning mess, rolling his hips in tiny motions over his face. Jeongguk finds Jimin’s prostate at the same time that Jimin has started to jerk himself off, and Jimin’s whole body buckles, forehead landing against the headboard with a thud.

Jeongguk’s own length is back to full hardness, so he lands a teasing spank on Jimin’s ass cheek and eases him to a stop.

“Yeah, yeah,” Jimin pants, nodding, his hips and knees starting to ache from the position, fingers still gripping the padded headboard. “You’re right. What’s next? You ready to fuck me?”

Jeongguk laughs again, who knew sex could be funny and sexy at the same time? Maybe it’s a Jimin thing.

“That was the plan, yeah.” He smiles brightly, meeting Jimin’s eyes for the first time in a while. 

Jimin smiles right back at him with that charming eye smile of his. It makes Jeongguk think of all the other ways he’d like to make Jimin smile.

Jimin then moves fully off of Jeongguk, getting onto his hands and knees, arching his back beautifully to present his ass, but that’s not what Jeongguk wants.

“You must be worn out by now, do you want to lay down for me?” He asks gently, partly out of genuine concern, partly because he wants to see if he can make him smile again. 

The words hit Jimin unexpectedly, no man had ever declined doggy style before. He moves to his back without complaint, content with giving his knees a break.

Jeongguk reaches into Jimin’s nightstand drawer while he gets comfortable, pulling out the same peach flavored lube, and a condom. He also grabs an abandoned pillow from the corner of the bed and raises Jimin’s hips effortlessly, placing it underneath him for a better angle. 

The random displays of strength take Jimin’s breath away. He can’t stop himself from caressing over Jeongguk’s toned biceps, admiring the way they bulge when he tosses him around. Jimin hopes that Jeongguk fucks him in the shower next time, or in a closet at some random house party, holding him up against the wall through sheer strength. Then it dawns on him that he’s thinking about next time . 

Of course, Jeongguk notices the exact moment Jimin retreats into his own head. 

“Are you still okay?” He asks, charming as ever.

Jimin decides that now is not the time to get shy. “Is this just a one time thing for you?” He blurts out, shocking them both.

Jeongguk’s eyes widen for only a moment before his gaze softens even further, if that's even possible. He’s sitting on his knees between Jimin’s legs, the blonde resting against an array of pillows with his legs spread wide, staring up at him vulnerably. A small smile plays on Jeongguk’s lips.

“Hyung, I never made a move because I never wanted it to be a one time thing.” 

In a moment of charged silence, their looks exchange a thousand words. Jimin smiles brighter than he has in a long time before surging back up to capture Jeongguk in another earth shattering kiss. Jeongguk kisses him differently this time, full of admiration and something fragile, something yearning. 

Jimin doesn’t let their lips separate as he lays back down, pulling the brunette down on top of him once again. They smile into each other’s mouths like giddy teens, just to gasp once their hard lengths make contact when Jimin pushes his hips up. Jeongguk takes both of their cocks in one hand as the kisses drag on, a sense of urgency returning with the euphoric friction. 

Jimin hooks both long legs over Jeongguk’s torso and meets his thrusts half way, but he can’t stop himself from whining for more. 

“Please,” he whimpers. “Jeongguk, please fuck me. I need you so bad, please.” 

Jeongguk nods, kissing down the soft skin of Jimin’s jaw. He reaches for the condom first, but Jimin’s hand lands on his wrist, stopping him. 

“You don’t have to, un-unless you want to.” Jimin looks up with soft, sparkling, hopeful eyes, and Jeongguk doesn’t even hesitate. He drops the condom and Jimin reaches for the lube himself.

“I want you so fucking bad, hyung, you have no idea.” His voice is breathy and needy, and the sound of Jimin clicking open the lube ignites another flame inside of him. 

There’s barely enough room in between their bodies to bring the lube down to his hole, so Jimin makes a bit of a mess when he blindly reaches around Jeongguk’s back in an attempt to squeeze it into his other hand, making them both giggle when he misses, the cold liquid landing on Jeongguk’s skin and making him gasp. He scoops as much as he can off of his back, discards the bottle somewhere off to the side, and finally brings his hands down to lube up Jeongguk’s hard length, making him hiss at the touch.

Their hands meet when Jeongguk reaches down to align his cock with Jimin’s stretched hole, and they intertwine their fingers once he finally breaches the rim. Their moans harmonize beautifully as Jeongguk slowly bottoms out, feeling every inch slide in, and Jimin brings their joined hands up to his mouth to plant kisses across his tattooed knuckles. 

“How are you still so fucking tight ?” Jeongguk moans, relishing in the warm, wet, heat of Jimin’s body. He’s supporting most of his weight on his forearms to cage Jimin in, nuzzling into his neck and breathing him in, closer than ever.

“What is that s-supposed to mean?” Jimin tries to joke with him, but finally having Jeongguk inside, laid over his entire body, makes it hard to think.

Jeongguk lets out a small chuckle, and snaps his hips to thrust the last bit of length into him, effectively knocking the air from Jimin’s lungs. He lets out another embarrassingly squeaky whimper, but continues to egg Jeongguk on.

“Is it in yet?” The absolute pleasure dripping from his tone kind of ruins the whole joke, but it works anyways.

“Fucking brat. ” Jeongguk nearly growls, rolling his hips a few times to allow Jimin to adjust before he lets loose. 

The smell of artificial peaches fills the room when Jeongguk pulls back, getting back up onto his hands to pull nearly all the way out. He drags his cock out painstakingly slowly, until just the tip remains inside of him. Jimin wraps his legs around his torso and tries to pull him closer, but Jeongguk slams back into him with delightfully unexpected force.

Jimin cries out in pleasure, and Jeongguk repeats the movement. The blonde’s hands flail around, searching for something to hold onto as Jeongguk’s thrusts start moving him further up the bed. He arches his back in an attempt to make Jeongguk hit his prostate, and it doesn’t take long for him to find it. 

Jeongguk sits back completely onto his heels, keeping a firm grip on Jimin’s hips to nearly pull him into his lap, bucking forward to fuck into his sweet spot repeatedly. His fingers press so deeply into Jimin’s hips that he knows it’ll bruise, and the thought of leaving marks on the blonde’s pretty skin makes him feel possessive, knowing that Jimin never lets his hookups leave evidence in his flesh. This new position draws out sinful moans from Jimin’s plump lips, and his hands fist into the bedding underneath him while his cock bobs around over his tummy, completely untouched.

They stay like that for a while, with Jimin’s smooth legs splayed wide open on either side of Jeongguk, until he decides that he needs to see Jimin up close again, so he hooks his hands on the underside of his knees and pushes forward, folding him in half. Jimin’s moans get louder at the display of strength, and Jeongguk’s own sounds rumble from his chest when he surges forward to sink even deeper into him.

Jimin’s soft blonde hair almost glows like a halo around his head from the red lights, his lips are bitten raw, and Jeongguk thinks he’s never looked so damn beautiful. Jimin decides to test Jeongguk’s resolve once again, this time by bringing his hands up to his nipples, rolling each perky bud between his fingers as he pounds into him.

Jeongguk’s hips falter in their rhythm from the unexpected pleasure. “ Fuck, hyung. H-how’d you know?” He loses his words when Jimin twists harder, smirking like the menace that he is.

“Good guess.” Jimin cranes his neck forward to suck the other nipple into his mouth while using his free hand to tentatively stroke his own neglected cock. 

Jeongguk fucks him with fervor, snapping his hips repeatedly, and angling to hit that bundle of nerves each time. Sweat starts to bead over their foreheads while they chant each other’s names among a litany of praises. 

After each of his nipples are left wet and puffy, Jimin lets go with a pop, and blows cool air over the bud, making it harden again. 

“L-let me ride you. Jeongguk-ah , I wanna ride you- please .” Jimin finds just enough focus to gasp his wishes, palming at Jeongguk’s abs to slow him down. 

Jeongguk’s hips stutter again, and he nods. “Y- yeah, fuck- ” 

He curses with a breathy tone as he manhandles Jimin once again, pulling him as close as possible and flipping them both in one fluid motion without slipping out. Once seated properly, Jimin lets his head loll back as he rolls his hips, feeling every inch of Jeongguk’s cock inside of him. Jimin is leaning back, bracing himself on Jeongguk’s toned thighs, elongating his stunning figure and bouncing effortlessly in his lap, cock standing tall and leaking between them.

Jeongguk wraps his tattooed hand around Jimin’s thick length to stroke him while he thrusts up to meet him halfway, basking in the pleasure of Jimin’s tight walls clamping around him. Obscene sounds of lube squelching and skin slapping between them is the only thing they can hear aside from their heavy panting and desperate moans. 

That tell-tale pull of pleasure in Jeongguk’s gut gets harder and harder to ignore, so he strokes Jimin’s cock faster, rubbing his thumb over the sensitive slit and gripping the meat of his ass tight in his other hand. 

“S-shit, Guk, are you close?” Jimin finally brings his gaze back to Jeongguk’s, but his sultry, fucked out expression just makes him lose focus all over again.

Jeongguk nods, and Jimin tangles his hands into his chestnut hair, bringing his face to the crook of his neck.

“ Mark me .” He whispers, giving more of himself to Jeongguk than he’s given anyone in years. “Make me yours.”

Jeongguk swears he’s never been this turned on in his life, and he’s ready to give Jimin anything he could ever ask for. Salty sweat, and remnants of perfume fall on his tongue as he unabashedly licks up the smooth columns of his neck before sucking harshly under his jawline. He uses his teeth while he sucks, just to ensure the bruises last.

Jimin’s mind goes haywire with his roommate's mouth on his neck like this, he’d almost forgotten how much he loves neck kisses, but Jeongguk seems to know everything he likes. 

Jimin feels like all of his nerves are on fire, all consumed by Jeongguk in every way possible.  His lips break blood vessels in his neck, his hands pulling at his cock and groping desperately at his ass all at the same time; it’s magical. Jimin really does try to ride Jeongguk to the best of his ability, but the sensations are so all-encompassing that he ends up having to let the brunette fuck up into his clenching hole all on his own.

“Guk-ah, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come but- don’t stop. Don’t stop-” Jimin’s words come out broken and desperate, music to Jeongguk’s ears. “Want you to come in me, please .”

Jeongguk moans louder than ever when Jimin begs for his come, it’s been years since Jeongguk came inside someone, and the thought of it brings him to the brink almost instantly. He firmly plants both feet into the mattress to buck up into him, chasing both of their releases and touching Jimin in every way he possibly can. Their bodies are pressed so close together that you wouldn’t be able to tell where they each begin or end.

Jimin chants his name over and over again as that coil in his gut winds up tight, clenching tightly around his cock and squeezing his eyes closed. He buries his face into Jeongguk’s neck and bites down onto his shoulder to prevent himself from getting any louder.

“ O-oh!” Jimin cries out, feeling that coil start to snap. “I’m coming, fuck! Jeongguk- ” Jimin’s body goes rigid, jolting over and over again as his second orgasm racks through him, painting both of their chests white with his release, and just as requested, Jeongguk doesn’t stop. 

He continues to snap his hips up until Jimin clenches so tight that he essentially milks the orgasm right out of him. Stars burst behind Jeongguk’s closed eyes, and he moans something guttural as he buries his cock deep inside of him, quickly grinding his second load into his hole until they’re both gasping and shuddering.

To bask in the pleasure just a little longer, Jimin lays his smaller hand over Jeongguk’s, which is still loosely wrapped around his come soaked cock, and uses it to stroke himself until he’s whimpering with tears in his eyes from overstimulation. 

Jeongguk watches this in awe, exhausted, yet intrigued, letting Jimin use his hand without complaint. “Round three?”  

Jimin lets out a short, breathy laugh, and shakes his head where it rests on Jeongguk’s shoulder.

“Mmm, no. Just feels good.” His voice is deep, raw from the noises Jeongguk pulled from him. 

They stay like that until the sweat cools on their skin and makes them shiver, Jeongguk still inside Jimin where he sits calmly in his lap, satiated and comfortable, occasionally twitching when his body tries to fall asleep.

Jimin yelps when Jeongguk suddenly stands up, holding him tight to his chest and heaving them both off the bed. He uses his discarded shirt to catch the come that starts to dribble down Jimin’s thighs, and the obscenity of it makes Jimin giggle all the way down the hallway, begging Jeongguk not to drop him, gripping onto his biceps purely for fun. He doesn’t let Jimin’s feet touch the ground until they reach the bathroom, where he sets him down gently onto the cool tile. 

“So, what was that you said earlier? About not topping ‘ this time ’?” Jeongguk asks while testing the water temperature.

It takes Jimin a moment to remember what he’s referencing, but he understands.

“Oh, why do you ask?” He tilts his head, feigning innocence, putting on his best puppy dog eyes. 

Jeongguk turns back around with a deadpan expression, his eyes going straight to Jimin’s soft but impressive cock. He continues staring directly at it when he replies without shame. 

“I want you to top me next time.”

The honesty makes Jimin double over with laughter, playfully smacking Jeongguk’s peck, crescent moon eyes on display. 

“I’m serious!” Jeongguk laughs with him, brows raised in amusement.

He gently pulls Jimin into the shower with him, placing him under the warm water, and cracking open his cherry blossom body wash to clean the come from Jimin’s skin.

Jimin stares back at him with a sweet expression, letting himself be washed, then stepping closer. 

“I know you are, I’m just happy that you’re thinking of a ‘next time.’” Jimin plants a chaste kiss on his lips, smiling too wide to kiss him properly. “I’m just happy.”

Jeongguk looks back and forth between Jimin’s eyes, hoping his words don’t fail him. He traces the pads of his fingers over the blooming bruises on Jimin’s neck, then cradles his face in his palms as if he’s the most delicate thing he’s ever held.

“Next time. After our first date.” Jeongguk nods with certainty, punctuating with another kiss.

Jimin’s heart flutters. Nothing about tonight went as planned, but his dreams are coming true anyways. He had been so focused on not sleeping with Jeongguk that he hadn’t even noticed the boy nestling himself into Jimin’s heart.

~

They stay in the shower for far too long, washing each other in between sweet kisses until the water runs cold. Jimin steals a clean hoodie from Jeongguk’s laundry basket to sleep in, even though they inevitably fall asleep together in Jeongguk’s clean bed.

When Jimin is the first one to wake up the next morning, he feels the events of last night in every part of his body, but the faint aches all disappear when he looks over to see Jeongguk’s cheek squished into his pillow, drool drying on his lip. He combs his fingers through his messy hair until he stirs awake with a sigh, giggling at the confused expression that passes over his face before he recognizes who's petting him.

Jeongguk pulls Jimin closer and tries not to doze back off, he barely hears Jimin’s voice as his heavy eyes try to close again. 

“Guk, why couldn’t I tell how much you wanted me this whole time?” Jimin asks softly, trying to break down the wall that he’s had up for far too long.

Just when he thinks Jeongguk has fallen back asleep, his voice comes out groggy, not making much sense.

“I hate cooking.”

Jimin’s brows knit together in confusion. 

“What? You cook all the time.”

“For you.” Jeongguk whispers, nuzzling his nose into Jimin’s soft hair. “Hate cooking. Like feeding you.” He takes a deep breath in, and licks his lips, humming to himself before falling silent once again. 

The words hit Jimin hard, and Jeongguk falls back to sleep before he can respond.

~

When he wakes up alone, Jeongguk’s heart drops to his stomach. His mind starts to race when he jumps out of bed, going to look for Jimin, determined to not let last night ruin their relationship.

He finds Jimin in the kitchen, burning a pan of scrambled eggs. Jimin startles when he hears Jeongguk approach him, then juts out his bottom lip in a pout. 

“I’m sorry, I wanted to make you breakfast in bed.” He looks defeated when he wraps his arms around Jeongguk’s waist, forehead landing on his collar bone. The younger’s heart squeezes, anxiety disappearing as quick as it came.

“Hyung, I’ve never seen you use the stove.” He chuckles, taking the pan off the burner before the eggs turn to coal. “What made you want to do that?”

“Cause you hate cooking.” Jimin pouts up at him, looking extra cute in his oversized hoodie.

Jeongguk’s eyes go wide. “W-why do you think that?” He never wanted Jimin to know that! He’s been cooking for him since he moved in, just hoping Jimin would realize how much he likes him!

“Cause you told me? When we first woke up, I asked why you didn’t tell me that you liked me.” Jimin tilts his head in confusion, then he gasps. “You don’t remember!”

~

Jimin ends up ordering in some take out, and forcing Jeongguk to go lay back down so that he can serve him ‘breakfast in bed’ style. They share the meal over sweet confessions and heart eyes, getting to truly understand each other’s actions since they moved in together.

Jeongguk admits that he’s been cooking for Jimin because he didn’t like seeing him skip meals, even though he had no clue what he was doing, and would have to call his mom for guidance most days. Jimin admits that he had never actually heard of Jeongguk’s favorite band, but he started ‘ coincidentally’ playing their music around the apartment after asking one of his friends what he likes. 

They giggle and kiss and cuddle the entire day away, and go back to sleep that night with plans for their first real date.

Oh, and Jeongguk picks up the angry phone call from a blue-balled Mingyu on Jimin’s phone.