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man, his girlfriend has been completely ignoring him lately. All his attempts to get in her pants she’s turned down, all because she caught him watching some porn.
How should he know there’s a difference between watching porn on pornhub or on OnlyFans? apparently one is worse than the other.
But hey, not every girl has perfect tits and a perfect pussy, and once he finds a girl that looks exactly like his type isn’t it normal he’d want to look at all of her stuff?
Anyway, he’s grounded. She comes over but doesn’t let him touch, keeps throwing his OnlyFans subscription in his face.
And, fuck, he’s horny lately.
Sure, porn is good, jerking off is fun as long as it lasts (about 2 minutes) but there’s nothing better than real sex.
Maybe that’s why he’s so on edge when he feels a hand squeeze the back of his neck, and leans into it like a touch-starved puppy, soft groan falling from his lips.
“Oh?” Jimin’s voice comes from behind him, followed by a chuckle. “You’re responsive.”
Shit.
The hand leaves his neck and he tries not to feel disappointed that his roommate isn’t touching him anymore. God, he’s really the deepest form of pathetic.
He turns his head, watches Jimin walk around the couch, in his signature shorts and oversized shirt, black hair a little sweaty at the ends from his workout. He sits down next to him, raises a brow.
“Haven’t seen Siyeon around, trouble in paradise?”
“Mm.” Jeongguk hums. “She’s mad I’m subbed to a girl’s OnlyFans.”
“Ah, classic.” Jimin laughs. “You’re getting cockblocked.”
“Yeah, it sucks so bad. It’s been two weeks and she won’t let me hit.”
“Tough.”
Jimin grabs his water bottle, wraps his lips around the opening, and Jeongguk can’t believe his eyes follow the motion.
That’s how bad it’s gotten.
Well, he won’t lie, ever since Jimin moved in he noticed he had full, bratz lips. Nobody can blame him, they stand out. Along with Jimin’s monolid, slanted eyes and his sharp jawline, yeah, he’s a pretty boy.
“Your girlfirend ever done that to you?”
He asks, tears his eyes off.
“Mm.” Jimin nods, swallows his water. “One time, yeah.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I cheated though, so, different story.”
Jimin shrugs.
Jeongguk cant really wrap his mind around it though.
“You? You cheating? I can’t see that.”
Jimin brushes his hair back, gives him a small smirk.
“I was young.”
Huh.
Imagine that. Perfect, pretty boy Park Jimin, cheating.
He looks Jimin up and down, kind of can’t believe it.
“So.. how did you survive the drought? Because I think I can get hard from the brush of a hand.”
“Oh, that’s what that was when I grabbed your neck earlier?”
Jimin shoots back quickly, smile spreading on his lips.
“No— fuck, of course not.”
He laughs it off, but more or less, he did enjoy that touch.
Jimin brushes it off too, just looks over his shoulder at his room.
“I have some sex toys that got me through it.”
He says it so casually, looks back at Jeongguk with a smirk.
One of the things Jeongguk really liked about him when he first met him was his shamelessness. But at times like this it still knocks the air out of his lungs, because who just says things like that?
“Oh— oh, you do?”
Jimin chuckles at his reaction, and just shrugs again.
“Yeah. I mean, if girls can use dildos and vibrators and clit-massagers why should I be stuck with my right hand?”
Fuck.
Jeongguk’s mind spins just hearing those words, and he feels a tingle of curiosity bloom under his skin. His eyes flicker to Jimin’s room and back.
“So.. what— I mean, are there.. things specifically for men?”
Jimin tilts his head, blinks at him.
“You don’t know?”
“Not really? I mean, I’ve never looked into all that. I’ve always had girlfriends, or just my hands.”
It’s not that weird right? He doesn’t think he knows any guys who have sex toys. It’s mainly a girl’s thing in his mind.
There’s a glint in Jimin’s eyes now, something Jeongguk hasn’t seen before.
“Oh, you’d love it. There are masturbators, fleshlights, cockrings..”
“Flashlights?”
“With an e. As in flesh. It’s basically a pocket pussy, if you know that term.”
He has never heard that term in his life.
His face glows hot, and he has no idea what to even say. Though, he can’t deny he’s intrigued.
Jimin seems to realise that too by the twinkle in his eyes, and he just nods his head at his room.
“Wanna see?”
He feels like the logical answer should be no. No, he doesn’t want to see Jimin’s sex toys. His roommate’s sex toys that he gets off with.
But for some reason he just shrugs, and nods.
“Yeah.”
Jimin grins, pretty row of teeth on display as he stands up and gestures him to follow.
They stop in front of a large dresser that Jeongguk thought was for clothes. But when Jimin opens one of the four drawers, it’s a very neatly presented catalogue of sex toys.
He gasps, sees how it starts from small to big to— fuck, really big. Is that a dildo? And those smaller ones with gems on the handle are.. most definitely butt plugs.
And then there are things that indeed look like flashlights, but with the most obscene displays at the end of pussy, one of them has a rim too.
Jeongguk’s mouth waters, and he quickly covers it with his hand as if Jimin can see from the outside how much it’s affecting him.
There’s something with a weird curved shape too, he thinks it’s a dildo at first but on the silicone he can read prostate pleasure and he’s pretty sure he knows what that means.
Next to those are things that look like cilinders, with buttons on them that do god knows what. It says masturbator on it so he’s sure he’s supposed to push his dick into it.
In the upper corner are silicone rings, handcuffs, red rope, blindfolds, a ball gag.
What the fuck does Jimin do in his free time? Maybe he doesn’t know him that well after all.
It’s a bit overwhelming, he can’t really take it all in, and when he dares to look at Jimin, he suddenly realises that there are a lot of ass play things in there.
They’ve never talked about sexuality before, and since they’ve talked about girlfriend’s and exes he assumed Jimin was straight, but..
Ah, he doesn’t dare to ask.
Jimin looks at him then, quirks one of his brows.
“Bit much, isn’t it?”
“Bit much? You could start a fucking store, what do you do with all of this?”
Jimin laughs softly, looks at his drawer and runs his hand along some of the plugs.
“I kind of got carried away. It’s not like I use them all the time, some of them I only used once really.”
So he has used all of them. Including that big, realistic dildo.
Jimin’s had that up his ass.
Heat spreads under his skin at the thought, he doesn’t know why. Must be sex-deprivation. It’s kind of a 1 + 1 = 2. Jimin has had a dildo up his ass. He has a dick too. They could fuck.
That’s about the extent of how much he entertains that thought because right after he slaps some sense into himself.
He’s in a whole relationship. And he’s never really questioned his sexuality.
He just looks at the drawer again, his eyes keep being pulled to those fleshlights, and that masturbator.
“This one— this one is really good.”
Jimin grabs one of the fleshlights, shows it to him like he is indeed a sex shop owner. He touches the silicone with his small fingers, presses one of them inside.
“Don’t know why, but it just sucks around your dick really good.”
There’s something about Jimin’s tone that drops just a bit, and Jeongguk feels something akin to unease crawl up his neck, but at the same time his mouth runs dry.
“Wanna feel it?”
Jimin asks, holds it out for him as if it’s a microphone. He’s dead serious too.
“Uh— didn’t you.. use that?”
“Well yeah, but I cleaned it.”
Jimin promises, but then puts it back in the drawer as if he knows he doesn’t want to touch.
there’s a pang of disappointment in his gut. He kind of.. does want to touch it. So he reaches out and grabs it, ears burning as he examines the thing.
It’s quite heavy actually. Just like a real flashlight. Except..
Jeongguk licks his lips as he looks at that perfect silicone pussy, touches over the lips.
A shiver runs down his spine, and he presses two of his fingers inside, feels how it sucks around the digits as he tries to pull them out.
God..
That probably feels like heaven to fuck.
A blush spreads over his cheeks as he looks at Jimin, who just stands there, arms crossed, small smirk on his full lips.
“Good, huh?”
“Yeah.”
Jeongguk nods, kind of feels dirty for just standing there, fingering Jimin’s fleshlight right in front of his eyes.
Jimin’s eyes follow the motion, and then he laughs softly, a bit breathy.
“You can use it, if you want.”
Jeongguk freezes.
“This? But you— you used this.”
“As I said, I cleaned it. And I’m glad to share anything from my collection, kind of have no one to talk to about it.”
Jimin says, as if this is a hobby.
Well, it must be a hobby, actually, since he has so many of them.
Jeongguk just stares at the fleshlight, bites his lower lip as he slips his fingers out. The idea of using it tonight has his dick twitching in his pants.
And, wrong as it is, the thought that Jimin fucked it before sort of.. fuels the fantasy more than it turns him off.
It’s kind of like— fucking someone’s girlfriend behind their back.. it’s wrong, but it’s hot at the same time.
He looks up from under his lashes, gives Jimin a small nod.
“Okay— if.. if you’re okay with it.”
“I am.” Jimin says, corner of his mouth curling up a little. “As long as you tell me what you think of it when you’ve tried it.”
Fuck—
A rush of arousal jolts through his body, and he quickly hides it behind a fake cough.
“Yeah— will do.”
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Jesus fucking Christ.
He came about 3 times already, but he’s still so fucking horny. If he didn’t know better he’d think Jimin put some sort of spell on this thing.
Sweat drips from his forehead as he looks at the fleshlight in his hand, completely soiled by his cum. It drips from the opening, over the silicone, a pretty creampie just for him.
“Ngh— fuck.”
He tries to put his half-hard dick back inside of it, wants to feel that amazing sucking sensation again. It’s such a tight pussy, gets nice and warm the longer he uses it..
And..
Fuck— the fact that it’s Jimin’s sex toy— it does something to him.
Shivers run down his spine as he moves the fleshlight around his cock, pathetic whimpers fall from his lips because he can’t fucking take it anymore— he came too many times already but he doesn’t want to stop.
His dick twitches despite being completely spent, and god yes, just one more orgasm.
He watches the makeshift pussy stretch around his length, his shaft coated in cum and lube and spit, the squelch that sounds when he thrusts inside of it.
“Mmh fuck—“
God, it’s better than he thought.
He wonders how many times Jimin used it— and then wonders why he’s thinking that. But since it only seems to fuel his arousal he doesn’t stop.
There’s something borderline insane about his thought proces but fuck it, no one knows what he’s thinking.
He hopes he’s claiming this pussy with his cum, hopes that when he gives it back to Jimin he’ll know it’s forever ruined by him, that it’s never gonna be the same after he’s had it, hopes Jimin can feel his dick has been inside.
Fuck— maybe he shouldn’t even clean it properly, should let Jimin see the mess he made of it, maybe he should show Jimin right now— how hard he’s fucking his precious fleshlight
he could just film it with his phone and send it, show that he’s putting it to good use.
“Ah fuck—“
His body goes rigid when he comes, pleasure pulling tight in his gut. He tries to keep fucking the tight entrance, to force his come so deep that Jimin can never ever wash it out completely.
Another guttural moan slips from his lips and then he’s spent, completely limp on his bed, heartbeat in his throat, back sticking to the sheets.
He doesn’t think he’s ever had these type of thoughts before.
Fuck, something must be wrong with him.
After a few minutes he quickly takes the fleshlight to his sink and blushes profusely as he tries to clean it— thoroughly, as if he can wash away the thoughts he had along with it.
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He approaches Jimin the next day, legs like jelly, a little ashamed.
Jimin looks him up and down from the couch, then the corner of his mouth curls up.
“Had a good night?”
that obvious?
“Yeah— I.. I mean— thanks for lending me it.”
He hands Jimin the fleshlight back, feels his cheeks glow.
Jimin doesn’t even look at it when he takes it, just checks him out with a twinkle in his eyes.
It’s really quite embarrassing, so Jeongguk just clears his throat and sits down on the couch as well, grabs his phone from his pocket because— well, that’s what they usually do when they hang out on the couch.
Except, Jimin closes in on him this time, bumps their shoulders together.
“You promised to tell me what you think of it.”
That voice alone has the hairs on the back of his neck standing up straight. It’s light and breathy.
He locks his phone and looks at Jimin, feels like there is a lack of space between them but moving away would be rude. Those sharp, slanted eyes look at him like they’re out for his darkest desires, makes him swallow.
“It was good.”
“Mm.” Jimin nods. “And?”
What does he mean and?
Isn’t this usually as far as it should go? What else is there to say?
“How many times did you come?”
Jimin asks then, like that’s a normal question guys ask each other.
Heat flares up his face.
“Why— why do you want to know?”
“Cause I always come a lot with this one.” Jimin looks down at the fleshlight, touches over the lips slowly. “I’m curious if it’s the same for you.”
He can’t be serious. Why is he saying that so casually?
Fuck, he can’t even think, brain going numb as he watches Jimin’s fingers trace over the outline of the pussy that he fucked just last night.
“Mm..” Jimin hums softly, presses one of his fingers back in. “Feels used.”
Oh..
Heat spreads under his skin like wildfire, pride swells in his chest that Jimin can feel it. That he fucked it completely raw— used it for hours.
Shit, he can’t be feeling like this. It’s a normal Sunday, broad daylight, his girlfriend is coming over soon.
He swallows the saliva that has pooled in his mouth and just nods.
“I— used it for quite a while.”
“Yeah?” Jimin looks at him, something in his eyes a bit hazier than before. “Came more than once then?”
Jeongguk just nods, feels like he shouldn’t be talking to Jimin about this— but at the same time he feels a tingling in his gut that he’s never felt before.
“Four times.”
He admits softly, eyes flickering down to that pretty silicone pussy.
Jimin holds his gaze for a while, seems like he almost doesn’t breathe, but then he licks his lips and nods. “Good.”
It seems like he wants to say something else but for a while it’s just silence.
But then,
“Did you fuck it really hard?”
Jeongguk gasps, can’t even hide the way his dick twitches in his shorts. His cheeks feel hot under Jimin’s intense gaze, and he just nods quickly.
“Yeah— I.. yeah.”
“Good.”
Jimin stands up, doesn’t say anything else, just walks to his room with the fleshlight in his hand, gestures him to follow.
Fuck— what the hell is he doing?
He should just leave to his room and pretend that never happened.
However as he gets up on his wobbly feet he finds himself back in Jimin’s room, staring at the open drawer again.
Jimin doesn’t put the fleshlight back in, he holds onto it, nods at his collection.
“Take another one for tonight. Let me know how it was tomorrow.”
Fuck.
Jeongguk swallows, eyes traveling over all the toys, but then he shakes his head.
“My— my girlfriend is coming over so.. maybe..”
“Maybe you’ll get lucky?”
Jimin asks, small smirk on his lips.
Jeongguk nods, even though his eyes keep magnetically going back to the drawer.
“Fine, I’ll leave it open for you then. If you don’t get lucky, just take one. I’m out tonight so.”
“Oh— okay.” Jeongguk bites his lower lip, looks at Jimin one last time. “Thanks, for— lending me stuff.”
There’s this certain glint in Jimin’s eyes that has him turning on his heel quick.
He only breathes again once he’s safely in his own room, door closed behind him.
Because— what the fuck was that?
He’s never had this with Jimin before— this insane sexual tension.
They’ve been roommates for a long while and they’ve always gotten along well, but something about using Jimin’s sex toy changed their whole dynamic and now he feels like he can’t have a normal conversation with him anymore.
Because why did Jimin need to know how many times he came? Why did he look like he loved that he fucked it really hard, that it was used?
God, he can’t even think.
His girlfriend will be here in like 5 minutes and he’s semi-hard from talking to his roommate.
Fuck.
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Not entirely surprising, his girlfriend still won’t let him any closer than a kiss. Each time he tries to sneak his hand under her shirt she just retorts a: “why don’t you touch your OnlyFans model?”
It’s been so fucking long, he doesn’t even know how to apologise anymore. He’s said sorry about twenty times and even unsubscribed, but for some reason he’s still being cockblocked.
But he can’t bring that up because as soon as he says it she goes: “so you just want me for sex?”
and ah, there’s just no way out of this.
So he spends time with her, but in the back of his mind— he’s thinking about which toy he’s going to use next.
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It’s late when his girlfriend leaves.
He knocks on Jimin’s door but doesn’t get a response, so he just quietly opens it, peeks inside.
When he’s sure there’s no one there he just walks in, goes straight for the drawer. It somehow feels even dirtier this time around, since Jimin isn’t there it’s like he’s coming in to steal from his collection, to defile another one of his precious toys.
He licks his lips, finds that one spot still empty where the fleshlight is supposed to be.
Maybe Jimin wanted to deep-clean it just to be sure.
Oh well. He doesn’t pay it any mind, and just grabs that big masturbator with the buttons. He’s sure he’ll find out how it works along the way.
When he turns, something catches his eye.
Right there, on Jimin’s bed.
He takes a few steps closer and then stops in his tracks
The fleshlight lies there— completely ruined. Wet, dripping cum, it’s even on the handle, the opening seems stretched out.
“Oh— fuck.”
Jeongguk gasps, blood rushes down to his cock and he can’t explain the feeling that takes over but he needs to fuck that fleshlight right now, right there.
He takes off his shorts and underwear, climbs on Jimin’s bed and just grabs the used fleshlight, looks at it in awe.
It’s like Jimin tried to claim it back— as if he tried to mark it all over and purposely left it there for him to see.
He shudders, mind a puddle when he pushes his cock inside that wet, used entrance.
“Mmh— fuck.”
It’s so fucking good— even better with Jimin’s cum still inside it. The slide is so easy, so dirty, the sound it makes obscene.
He doesn’t know what’s possessing him to do this but god he just wants to fuck something Jimin just fucked. He wants to come on Jimin’s come, wants to claim what Jimin claimed and he wants to feel the mould of Jimin’s dick inside of this pussy.
Feels it just a little when he fucks it, that it’s stretched more than before, which means Jimin is bigger in girth than him.
There’s a mix of jealousy and arousal as he fucks the fleshlight, doesn’t care that he’s in Jimin’s bed, in fact, he hopes when Jimin comes home he notices.
He’s gonna fuck his fleshlight so hard, come all over it, and leave it right where Jimin left it.
“Nngh— fuck.”
He feels some of Jimin’s cum drip on his fingers, and— fuck it
He brings his hand to his mouth and licks it off the digits one by one, the dirty, sticky substance tastes so wrong and so good.
“Ah— Jimin—“
It doesn’t take long after that, with the aftertaste of Jimin’s cum on his tongue he can’t really function anymore, rams his cock into the makeshift pussy until he comes, watches it through blurry eyes.
Pure euphoria spreads through his veins as he sees the cum bubble out at the entrance, it’s so full that the excess is just spilling over his length, a mix of him and Jimin’s release.
Fuck.
He slowly pulls out with a wet pop, puts the fleshlight back on the bed, thinks it looks even prettier now, so beautifully ruined. He almost wants to leave a little note on it, something like thank you for leaving it to me
But he shakes his head, just takes the masturbator that he came for, and makes his way back to his room.
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He might have just seen god.
He stares at the ceiling, chest heaving, body shaking in the aftermath of his 6th orgasm.
The masturbator is still on, he can’t bring himself to press the button.
It took him a while to figure out what the fuck every button did but once he had it down— well. he hasn’t slept all night.
A machine that sucks around his cock, vibrates at the same time, can change pace with one click, and even has a warming function— whoever made this was a fucking genius.
The masturbator makes that same rhythmic noise, and he lifts his head a little to look at it, can see how the silicone on the inside clenches and unclenches, moves up and down, twists just a little bit. It’s dripping with cum, lube, and spit; a complete mess.
God— he doesn’t know if he can even clean this out.
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Maybe even worse than 2 hours of sleep is seeing Jimin first thing in the morning.
He’s sitting there at the table, black hair wet from the shower, oversized sweater on, drinking tea as he goes through his phone. When he looks over the rim of his glass he gives him a small mysterious smile.
Fuck.
He fucked Jimin’s fleshlight last night. So horny that he hoped Jimin would notice. But now, he really hopes he didn’t notice. He kind of wants to bury himself in shame. What the fuck was he thinking?
He swallows, slowly walks up to the table.
“Guess you didn’t get lucky?”
Jimin asks, nods at the masturbator in his hand.
“Mm? Oh, yeah.” He nods, cheeks glowing hot as he looks down at it. “I— I just grabbed this when you were gone— since you said.. you know, I could take one.”
“Mm. I did.” Jimin says softly, casually drinks from his cup. “How was it?”
Oh— this again.
Jeongguk bites his lower lip, slowly sits down on a chair across of Jimin.
“Good— kind of.. intense.”
“Yeah, it is right?” Jimin’s eyes twinkle. “I can’t use it too much cause it just sucks me dry.”
Fuck, right.
Jeongguk feels that same tension in his gut, gives a slow nod, clears his throat.
“Yeah, it’s— the functions on it are really strong.”
He tries to keep it shallow, but when Jimin takes the masturbator from his hand, and lets his fingers brush over his own, he feels an electric shock run through his spine.
“How many times?”
Jimin asks then, tone a little softer, with that hazy look, like they’re sharing a dirty secret.
He shudders, looks down at the table.
“Six.”
“Oh, so..” Jimin pauses for a second. “better than the fleshlight?”
Jeongguk’s breath hitches at the mention. He looks, and somehow, when their eyes meet, he feels like Jimin knows.
His throat runs dry completely.
“I— I mean— I liked that one too.”
He says quickly, hopes it doesn’t raise suspicion, but the corner of Jimin’s mouth curls into a small smirk.
“I noticed.”
Oh..
God— what is he supposed to say to that?
He just looks down at the table, taps his foot on the floor, pulse quickening by the second.
“I’m glad you enjoyed my gift.”
Jimin says then, like it’s nothing.
Jeongguk’s eyes widen when he realises it was on purpose. Jimin left it there on purpose. On his bed, used. Just in case he would come in.
As a present.
What the fuck.
His cheeks heat up, and he has to cover his face because Jesus Christ. There’s a pathetic sound that comes out of his throat and Jimin just chuckles like they did not fuck the same makeshift pussy within hours.
“No need to be embarrassed. If you didn’t want me to notice you wouldn’t have left it there, with your cum all over it.”
Heat spreads from his cheeks to his entire body, Jimin is so shameless.
He peeks through his fingers, Jimin just tilts his head, gives him a wink.
His sheer confidence is a turn on. Jeongguk doesn’t think his girlfriend has got him this hot over a morning conversation at the table.
“It’s okay, I like it too.” Jimin says, eyes flicking down to the masturbator. “When I know you’ve been inside of it, came inside of it, it gets me going.”
Fuck, that means they have the same kink.
Jeongguk slowly removes his hands from his face, but he’s sure he looks red. His entire body feels like it’s buzzing.
“It’s— it’s wrong though. I have a girlfriend, I shouldn’t be turned on by sharing sex toys.”
Jimin shrugs.
“I mean, it’s not like we’re fucking.”
Isn’t it? Jeongguk isn’t so sure— because he kind of licked Jimin’s cum off his hand just yesterday. Not that Jimin needs to know that part.
“But, if you feel uncomfortable you don’t have to.”
Jimin stands up then, masturbator in hand. This time he doesn’t beckon him to follow as he walks to his room with it.
So, Jeongguk just sits there at the table, conflicted.
Maybe it’s the lack of sleep; he can’t think straight. Because on one hand, it’s what Jimin said; they’re not fucking. However, it feels wrong. It feels wrong to look forward to fucking Jimin’s toys— it feels wrong to want to fuck the same fleshlight Jimin just used. Even if it’s a kink thing, it’s definitely not normal.
There’s this saying that if you don’t want to tell something to your girlfriend, you’re doing something wrong. And this, well, he would never tell her this.
But, ah, fuck.
He stands up quickly, follows Jimin into his room anyway, cock semi-hard in his sweats. Jimin gives him a small grin as he opens his drawer, like he knew he’d come.
“Want me to recommend one, or do you know which one you want?”
Jeongguk swallows as he looks at the entire catalogue again, but his eyes keep finding a fleshlight that has a pussy and a rim. He thought it was painted on, but now he can see there’s an actual hole there.
Jimin grabs it for him.
“This one, then?”
“Mm.”
He nods quickly, doesn’t think he can hang around much longer because he’s getting hard just thinking of putting it in.
Jimin runs his fingers over the silicone, slowly pushes two fingers inside the main entrance, one inside the rim.
Jeongguk gapes at the sight, brain turns to static.
“You should feel it.” Jimin steps closer, until there’s barely any space between them. “It’s so tight.”
Fuck.
He can only nod, numb on desire, as he pushes in a finger alongside Jimin’s, right between those realistic looking lips.
“I meant here.”
Jimin pulls his finger out of the rim with an obscene pop, looks at him with those sharp eyes. Like he wants to watch, needs to see him do it.
Jeongguk shudders as he pulls his finger out, and then slides it towards the rim, shaky exhale leaving his lips as he pushes it past the ring of muscle.
Fuck— it really is tight. Tight and soft as it sucks around his finger.
“Keep going.”
Jimin’s voice dips lower, dangerous.
Jeongguk knows he shouldn’t listen, but his dick is standing straight against his stomach, and it’s so addictive. The way Jimin eyes him up and down, examines how he uses his hand.
It makes him want to show off.
He bites his lower lip as he fingers the rim, slow, pushing it in deep, just to feel the sensation of it sucking around him as he pulls his finger almost all the way out.
When Jimin looks up at him with a look that roughly translates to: that’s all you got? he can’t help himself. He takes his finger out, spits in his hand and pushes two back inside at once.
Somewhere back in his mind he knows he shouldn’t be doing this— they shouldn’t be doing this.
But when Jimin pushes in a finger alongside his own, a soft moan falls from his lips anyway. His eyelids sink as he looks down, how they finger that tight hole together, how Jimin’s finger rubs against his own, how they stretch that pretty rim.
His cock twitches again, like it can’t get enough. He came six times last night but he wants more.
He travels his eyes up to Jimin’s face, sees the slightest hint of a blush on his nose and cheeks, pretty lips parted, panting softly.
Fuck— this is going south fast.
Seconds ago it was “we’re not doing anything wrong, we’re not fucking or anything” but now they’re standing in Jimin’s room, way too close to each other, fingering one of his fleshlights together like this is a normal thing roommates do on a Monday morning.
“You should fuck it really hard tonight— cum in both holes.”
Jimin whispers, voice raspy.
Jeongguk gasps, tries to keep the sound in but a moan slips past his lips anyway.
“Make it dirty.” Jimin leans in closer, until they’re nose to nose, his eyelids sink just a little, he looks like pure sex. “I want it filthy and wet— filled up to the brim—“
“Mmh—“ Jeongguk’s eyes flutter shut, the warmth of Jimin’s breath so close to his lips that he almost leans in. “I— I‘ll fuck it for you— I’ll fuck it all night—“
“Mm, I know you will.” Jimin curls one of his hands around the back of his head, threads his fingers through his hair. “Want you to wear it all out— don’t wash it before giving it back this time.”
“A-ah fuck.”
He drags his nose over Jimin’s, tilts his head a little, grabs his waist to pull him closer.
Just a taste— just a little taste— that’s all he wants.
He manages to land the smallest peck on those soft lips, the contact sends an electric shock through his body, that’s the only reason he pulls back.
Shit.
He wipes his lips with the back of his hand as if it erases what he just did, and Jimin stands there, looks at him a little dazed.
A beat passes, Jimin hands him the fleshlight like that whole sequence didn’t happen.
“Take it—“ His voice sounds wrecked. “give it back tomorrow.”
“O-okay, yeah— I’ll just—“ Jeongguk nods quickly, takes quick strides to the door, face burning with shame and guilt. “See you.”
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Fuck. He kissed Jimin.
It wasn’t like a full on kiss but he pecked Jimin’s lips nonetheless.
He covers his face, rolls on his stomach in his bed and groans. It was so quick but fuck— his lips were so.. soft, and warm.
The thing is, he never really thought about his sexuality, but after all this he’s pretty sure he’s bi. There’s no other explanation, he’s never really felt any particular attraction to guys before, but this tension between Jimin and him is off the charts.
It’s not like he hasn’t had sexual chemistry with his girlfriend but never quite to this extent.
He’s also never really had any specific kinks that he knew about, but— fuck, let it turn out he has the exact same kink as his roommate.
It’s gross— or it should be gross, wanting to fuck Jimin’s sex toys, to claim them completely, wear them out, and give them back ruined.
God— fuck.
His cock twitches against the mattress— it’s terrible really. Can’t even think about his girlfriend when he’s holding onto the fleshlight.
In fact, he knows she texted, but he hasn’t opened his texts because..
He doesn’t want her to come over.
All he wants to do is fuck that pretty fleshlight, try out the other hole.
It’s like he can barely think about anything else anymore, it’s been two nights of this but he’s just insatiable. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s never used toys, maybe it’s the idea that there are so many left to ruin, maybe it’s the thought that Jimin wants him to fuck them.
“Mmh..”
He turns on his back, cheeks glowing as he takes off his underwear, hard cock slapping against his stomach.
He looks at it, can’t believe it’s still working after last night— that automatic masturbator had his cock so sensitive he couldn’t even clean it under the shower without flinching.
He licks his lips, grabs lube out of his drawer and squirts a generous amount on the fleshlight. Doesn’t waste time fingering it this time around, he promised Jimin he’d fuck it good.
He presses his cock between those lips first, the opening is bigger so it’s easier to push in.
Shit, it’s so good, he can’t believe he never knew toys like this existed. There’s just something about the way it sucks around his cock, makes that filthy wet sound, and the knowledge that he can be as rough as he wants with it.
That’s the best part— no one is here, no one can see what he does to it. No one has to know he spits on it just for that hot, dirty sensation, how he rocks his hips up when he thrusts into it, how he sucks his fingers into his mouth and pushes two past that silicone rim, fingering that tight hole.
Fuck, he wonders when Jimin last had it, wonders how many times he came in it, if he fucked it all night.
“Mmh— fuck.”
He does miss the cum on it— that perfect, used, dirty fleshlight Jimin left for him on his bed as a gift.
“Nngh..”
Fuck, pleasure is already spreading through his body, that familiar build-up of heat in his gut.
He should have savoured that moment longer, should have fucked that fleshlight on Jimin’s bed a few more times when he had the chance, maybe Jimin could have walked in on him then— could have seen how well he was fucking it.
It’s the thought of those sharp eyes on him that makes him come, sends a shiver down his spine.
One orgasm down, a lot more to go. He wants to give it back only when it’s completely and utterly ruined. Wants it to be unrecognisable, completely his.
He tries out the rim next thing, uses his cum as lube as he pushes past the tight ring of muscle.
His eyes roll back immediately because fuck it’s tight. It’s tight and absolutely perfect. He’s never done anal before but if it feels like this, then he needs to have it as soon as possible.
That just sends him down a more dangerous train of thought. Because..
Fuck, would Jimin like anal?
He has seen all his buttplugs, his dildos, his prostate massager—
“Fuck—“
So he knows Jimin likes putting stuff inside of himself.
He looks down at where the head of his cock presses past that silicone ring, and then just— closes his eyes and pictures Jimin.
“A— ah fuck.”
It’s fine, his girlfriend isn’t here, can’t read his mind, can’t see how Jimin bends over the table for him and spreads his cheeks.
Fuck— Jimin’s rim all wet with cum, dripping for him as he pushes his cock inside. That wicked grin on his plush lips, that blush on his cheeks.
“Oh— oh fuck yes.”
He rocks his hips up hard, cock sliding into that fleshlight with ease, cum dribbling from the entrance over his shaft.
It’s a terrible idea but he grabs his phone, opens the camera app and presses record. Just for himself— just for his spank bank, to savour the memory that he’s defiling Jimin’s fleshlight, that he’s marking it with his cum, his spit, his lube, that he’s ramming his cock inside of it relentlessly.
When he comes this time around, his camera captures it perfectly, slick, wet, silky white cum seeping out of the hole. When he slowly lifts the fleshlight with a trembling hand, his entire length is coated with it, so fucking filthy.
Just the sight has him eager to fuck it again.
But first, he brings it to his mouth— because fuck it, no one can see him, no one can judge.
He pushes his tongue inside the rim, laps up his own cum, noses along the lips as he drags his tongue from the rim to other hole, sucks on the silicone, swallows it down, rubs it over his mouth.
“Mmh— fuck. jimin..”
He’s never been this dirty in his life, he doesn’t know what type of demon is possessing him but he just wants to fuck all night— wear himself out, have irredeemable thoughts.
He pans the camera to his face, films himself eating his own cum, lets some spill from the corner of his mouth, hopes it shows on video, how it dribbles down his chin.
The wet sound that echoes when he makes out with that cum-soiled silicone is numbing his brain completely, and god— he wishes Jimin was here to see it.
He gives the opening one last lick as he brings the toy back to his cock. Even though he’s not hard enough he tries to push the head past the rim again.
It’s actually kind of pathetic how he’s semi-hard but still so needy to fuck. Wishes he could stay hard the entire time but sadly it takes a while, so he just forces his cock into the toy and jerks himself off with it until he’s hard again— no second of rest.
it gets over-sensitive after another few orgasms. and even though he knows he shouldn’t do it to himself, the sensation is so fucking good, even touching his soft cock has his body tingling— each time his foreskin rubs over the head he sees stars, feels his body jolt in overstimulation.
It’s only when it starts to sting a little bit that he finally stops. Drenched in sweat, sticky all over, heartbeat in his throat. The light that filters through the curtains tells him he’s been up all night again, which is good, since he promised.
He smiles, holds the fleshlight close when he falls asleep.
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“Fuck..”
That’s what he wakes up to; a soft curse, a sharp inhale of breath.
He barely blinks his eyes open, vision blurry when the fleshlight is taken from his hands.
“Mm?”
“I’m taking it back. sleep some more.”
After a few seconds he can see Jimin, standing right next to his bed, in his signature shirt and shorts.
Except, he’s tenting in his shorts, trying to push his boner down, squeezing it in his hand.
Fuck.
He’s awake now.
Fully awake.
His mouth waters, as he slowly leans up on his underarms, sees how flushed Jimin’s face is, nose and cheeks red, eyes glazed over. And he’s not looking at the fleshlight in his hands, he’s looking right at him.
“Had a good time?”
Man, this guy, he doesn’t even get embarrassed, standing here in his room, hard.
Jeongguk nods, looks at the tight grip Jimin has on the toy, like he’s trying to hold back but really just wants to fuck it already. It’s completely soiled, there’s not one part of it still presentable, both holes are still dripping with his cum.
“How— how many times?”
Jimin asks, like he needs to know.
He always does.
“Six..”
Might have been more actually, he doesn’t quite remember. Can’t really think because Jimin is still just— standing there, and it doesn’t even seem like he’s trying to push his boner down, it’s more like.. he’s.. rubbing over the fabric.
God.
It’s what? 7 AM?
Did Jimin wake up like this or has he been awake all through the night? Either way— isn’t it insane to walk in here without even knocking? How long has he been standing by his bed?
“Which hole did you like better?”
Jimin asks then, even his voice sounds wrecked.
Jeongguk’s cheeks burn up, and though he should tell Jimin to just take it and go to his room, he feels his body run hot. Luckily the blanket covers the way his spent dick twitches to life.
Jimin brings his hand up to the fleshlight and just— pushes his fingers into the main hole. Cum spills out, and that wet, succulent sound fills the room as Jimin examines it.
It’s absolutely insane. How Jimin bites on his lower lip and then pushes his fingers into the rim instead.
He can see Jimin’s dick twitch from the corner of his eye, accidentally looks at it, sees the outline through the fabric and god— it’s bigger than he thought.
“Mmh— this one feels more used.” Jimin pants softly, slips his fingers out, they’re completely covered in cum, lube, spit and whatever else. “You really fucked it well.”
Oh..
He shudders at the praise, feels his heartbeat pick up too. Cause he did fuck it well. Promised to fuck both of the holes, to give it back ruined. Jimin’s approval makes his dick stand up straight against his stomach.
He almost suggests Jimin to watch him fuck it, but remembers his girlfriend just in time.
God, if she were to see this..
Jimin looks at his own fingers, his eyelids sink, and then he just slips them into his mouth, sucks around the digits.
Jeongguk gasps, has to hold onto the blanket just to squeeze something, takes in the way Jimin sucks his cum of his fingers. He doesn’t think his girlfriend has swallowed even once, yet Jimin moans while he licks his fingers clean.
He licks his lips, doesn’t know what to do with his own arousal, can’t.. just do anything while he’s in a relationship, but when Jimin brings the fleshlight up instead and licks over silicone lips of the makeshift pussy, he can’t help the filthy moan that slips past his lips.
“Fuck— Jimin— you like the taste?”
“Nngh..” Jimin nods, pushes his tongue inside, runs his free hand down over his shorts, rubs over his hard cock through the fabric, plays with it right in Jeongguk’s line of vision. “It’s so fucking dirty, you did so well.”
Oh— fuck.
He can’t help himself, runs his hand down under the blanket, wraps it around his cock. He hisses at the touch, already used it so much just hours ago, it’s oversensitive.
“Sorry— I should.. leave your room.”
Jimin pants, but he doesn’t make any amends to leave, he just looks down at him, keeps fucking— touching himself. He rubs over his shorts, presses his palm against the head of his cock, rubs little circles against it as he bites his lip.
Jeongguk pants, can’t think, shifts to the side of his bed, closer to Jimin. Everything in his body is urging him to be closer, to touch, to reach out.
And while he can’t do that, he somehow bends the rules and thinks it’s fine to touch himself while he looks at Jimin.
Once Jimin spots his hand moving under the blanket, his eyes widen a little.
“Fuck— it still works? Hasn’t even been an hour.”
How would he know?
He doesn’t dwell on it, just looks up at Jimin’s face, sees how wet has lips have gotten from the fleshlight, a little bit of his cum still on them.
“Mmh.. fuck.”
He moans, it would probably feel so fucking good to fuck Jimin’s mouth, to kiss him right now—
the doorbell.
The fucking doorbell rings.
Both of them stop in their tracks.
But then it rings again, and again, and again— and right after, Jeongguk’s phone rings too.
Oh god, his girlfriend is here.
He gets up quickly, puts on some clothes haphazardly. Jimin rushes out of his room before he can even apologise— but it’s okay, they’ll talk later— at least, he hopes.
He doesn’t have time to look in the mirror, hopes there aren’t remnants of his own cum on his face when he makes it to the front door.
When he opens it, Siyeon storms in immediately.
“Hey? What are you—“
“Are you cheating on me?”
She asks, doesn’t even wait for an answer, just walks right past him and makes a bee-line to his room.
It’s scary how girls have a sixth sense. He quickly follows, side-eyes Jimin who’s in the living room just making tea— like nothing happened.
“Of course not— I wasn’t even awake yet—“
“I texted and called you yesterday too!” Siyeon looks around his room, in his closet, under his bed as if he’d hide a girl from her there. “I texted you at like nine, no way you were asleep then.”
“Stop being paranoid, I was gaming, I fell asleep early— I haven’t even seen your texts I swear.”
“You swear. Like you swore you weren’t paying for OnlyFans?”
Siyeon stands up, looks like she hasn’t even slept that much herself, dark circles under her eyes, long black hair thrown into a quick bun, glasses slipping from her nose.
“Come on, you barge in here at 7, I’m barely even awake.”
He rubs his eye for good measure, slowly walks up to her.
She looks into his eyes, from one to the other, then looks down at the bed, grabs his phone.
Oh fuck—
The fucking video.
His eyes widen, and his heartbeat picks up. He’s about to take it, but she quickly keeps it out of reach.
“Who were you texting? Were you calling someone?”
“No— I wasn’t calling anyone, just— give me my phone.”
“Why?” She takes another step back, panic in her eyes. “Were you watching that same girl again?”
“No— no.”
He shakes his head quickly. It’s actually way worse, but he knows it’s suspicious to keep asking for his phone so he backs down. Just hopes to god he closed the camera app.
“Then why are you so fidgety? You actually opened my messages but just didn’t reply, is that it?”
“No, honestly no. Calm down.”
He tries again, but it’s like she just won’t listen. She opens his phone, knows his password too.
Fuck, he should’ve changed it.
Trying to act like he’s so cool with her going through his phone is ten times more difficult knowing that there’s a full video on there of him fucking a fleshlight— did he moan Jimin’s name too? Shit— he doesn’t remember.
Lucky for him, she doesn’t go through his photos, goes straight to his messages and call history, even looks up onlyfans.
Once she can’t find an anything she just sighs, hands him back his phone and rubs over her forehead.
“I’m sorry, I’m going insane.”
Thank god.
“No, no, it’s fine. I’m sorry I didn’t see your messages, I just gamed until I fell asleep.”
He rubs over her shoulder, tries to calm her down a little.
“I’m really sorry— lately I’ve just been feeling so paranoid, since the whole onlyfans thing.”
She shakes her head.
“I know. But I promised I wouldn’t watch anymore.”
See, he’s kept that promise, but then again he has been actively fucking his roommates sextoys the past few days so. Is that really a win?
Just a minute ago Jimin was getting off while standing over him— meanwhile he was imagining what kissing his lips would feel like.
Yeah, no, that’s definitely cheating.
She’s a 100 percent in her right to be paranoid.
he bites on the inside of his cheek, slips his phone in his pocket.
“Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”
He asks, because he does feel kind of guilty. But maybe he shouldn’t have asked, because Siyeon lifts her head and nods.
“Stay over at my place? Just this week?”
Ah..
Fuck.
“Okay..” He nods, doesn’t really have the luxury to hesitate. “Let’s go.”
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After he’s packed a bag to go over to Siyeon’s place, he spots Jimin in the living room, leaning against the kitchen counter with a cup of tea. So well put together, like none of it happened.
“Trouble in paradise?”
Jimin asks, small smile on his lips, he doesn’t seem too affected at all really.
Jeongguk swallows, doesn’t even know what to do with this entire situation. Last time, Jimin said “it isn’t like we’re fucking.” So he gathers Jimin doesn’t care that much about the whole thing.
Siyeon is already waiting in her car, can’t see them from outside, so he walks a little closer.
“Sorry— she just wants to make sure that I’m not cheating so— she’s taking me to her place for the week.”
He doesn’t even know why he’s explaining it, Jimin and he don’t have a relationship or anything..
Yet, Jimin’s eyes twinkle a bit, and it makes his knees weak.
“Sounds fun.” Sarcasm drips from his light tone, and then he tilts his head. “So we can’t play anymore until you come back?”
The corner of Jimin’s mouth barely lifts, and Jeongguk flatlines for a second or two.
Play..
He gives a quick nod, feels the heat rush to his cheeks.
“Guess I’ll have to entertain my toys by myself then.”
Jimin takes another sip from his tea, looks at him over the rim of the glass.
His throat runs dry easily, and he has to keep his mind under control because he can’t walk into the car with a boner.
“Mm..” He nods, knows he should cut the conversation here but.. “Until I get back.”
Fuck, he’s a bad person.
A twinkle appears in those slanted eyes, and a full smirk pulls on his plush lips.
“You could take one with you..” He says, tilts his head. “for if you get bored.”
The thought of that sends a shiver down his spine; fucking a fleshlight at his girlfriend’s place— while thinking of Jimin.
“I— I can’t.” He shakes his head. “She’ll find out.”
“Mm..” Jimin hums, a little unamused. “It’s fine, I’ll fuck them for you until you get back.”
Oh, fuck.
He bites the inside of his cheek, then his eyes sink to Jimin’s lips, that magnetic force; so plush, so soft looking— so pink.
Just one more— one more taste
“Stop staring, go to your girlfriend before she finds out you get hard looking at your roommate.”
Jeongguk snaps out of it, looks down at his semi, pushes it down quickly. When he looks up, Jimin just smiles behind his tea glass, gives him a wink.
God.
His face burns hot as he makes it to the car. And when Siyeon asks why he took so long he just says he couldn’t find his charger.