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Namjoon had stumbled upon the video by accident. He was nearing his end, hand fumbling and messy on his cock as he clicked any video that would make him complete. The video had played and his hands had stopped where they were fiercely stroking on his cock to stare in bewilderment as the man gave pleasured groans as someone plowed into him from behind.
Maybe it was the way that the man had trembled as he was getting stimulated, the grip the other man on his hips, or the way that the man was so immersed in his pleasure that he had seemed obvious to anything else. Namjoon had come not even a minute into the video. Hands trembling where he held his cock loosely.
He had resolved to ignore it. Resolved to never think about how he had never come so hard and so easily in his life. Didn’t want to think of the way he was fixated on the easy way the man cock had slid so deep and smooth inside the other. Namjoon shifted where he sat, grunting as he felt the pressure on his throat build up. He straightened as a hand smoothed over the small of his back and shot a reassuring smile at Jimin who had a brow raised in question.
“You okay, Joon?” he asked in a low voice. Everybody had migrated to the living area, all sprawled out in various places. Namjoon and Jimin were on a small couch and had taken to leaning into one another and had let gravity sort the rest out.
“I’m okay,” he said and curled a hand shyly so it could cover just how red his neck was.
“Just thinking.”
Jimin made a humming sound and let an arm snake around his waist, choosing to ignore how he stiffened at the seemingly casual movement.
“What could be more interesting than Lilo diagnosing Stitch with anger issues?”
Namjoon huffed out a laugh, pushing away his initial cowardness and pushing into Jimins’ touch. He rested his head on Jimin’s shoulder and curled his feet under him, still acutely aware of Jimin’s tight hold on his waist. It wasn’t a weird position to be in, Jimin was notoriously known for being clingy and touchy with the rest of them. Barging in their space whether they wanted him there or not Jimin was always there. The problem was him.
Joon was not known for his general clinginess but more so him being painfully awkward and clumsy. It didn’t help that he was pretty shy when it came to initiating contact with the rest of the members. He would rather keep his hands to himself than potentially embarrassing himself.
Namjoon jumped when Jimin’s arm tightened around him and realized he had gotten sucked into his thoughts again.
“Joonie? Are you sure you’re okay?” Jimin asked, worried. Namjjon bit his lips internally, chiding himself for making Jimin worry over him.
“I’m okay. Just got sucked into the movie.” Namjjon rushed to reassure Jimin. He patted the thigh under him firmly, not noticing how each gentle touch had Jimin tensing under the contact.
Jimin nodded slowly, obviously not convinced and Namjoon felt his stare on his face. Analyzing every part of his face for discomfort or anything out of place. When he felt that he had seen everything that Namjoon’s face would allow, he leaned back onto the couch and relaxed, spread his legs and focused on the movie.
Then Namjoon resolved to keep his thoughts to himself.
He’s horny again. The feeling thrums underneath his body and spreads all over his body before the day is over. His teeth are routinely clenched and body tense. He catches himself rutting against his pillow one pent up night and decides to put himself out of his misery. They have a busy schedule tomorrow and he’s gonna be as relaxed and in control as he can be if he can help it.
Pulling up his usual videos he scrolls until he finds his favorite, which makes him so messy and wet. It’s a homemade video of two people, a woman and man , dirtying up on their futon. He had always focused on the sounds the girl makes, the punched out whiny moans doing more for him than anything. But he finds himself this time more focused on where they’re… connected.
She’s wet, so wet. His cock shines with slick every time he's thrust out and jams another brutal thrust in her. He tilts his head, hips slowly matching the pace of the couple. He finds himself fixated on the way her ass jiggles as she moves up and down his cock and thinks that looks good- it looks like it feels good.
He startles at the random thought but slowly leans into it. It has to be good, the way she's moaning nonstop, her moans getting shriller as she shakes violently into her man. He watches transfixed as she cums on his cock seemingly done, but is jostled off and onto her knees by the faceless man. His hips jerk once he sees the brutal pace he’s decided to fuck her face with. Mouth suddenly overflowing with an overflow of saliva he grips the phone in his hand and sets it down where he can see the video. Holding up his own finger to his mouth, he grimaces at the cool-salty presence in his mouth but quickly leans into it as they warm up.
Thrusting his fingers in slightly,he feels some of the saliva drip out the side of his mouth and he whines in embarrassment. But even he can’t deny how wet he is, every stroke had pre-cum spilling out, making an embarrassing wet noise when he strokes himself faster.
He reaches the same pace as the couple, mouth making squelching noises as he takes his finger in and out repeatedly, The sound makes him burn in embarrassment but it fuels him even more. One push of his finger has him gaging, making him jump in surprise. He makes out a strangled moan hips jerking as an orgasm comes over him quickly. Pulling his trembling fingers out his mouth, the loss of the pressure on his tongue makes him moan out in displeasure.
Looking down at his phone, he faintly notes that the video had stopped some time ago.
Well, okay then.
From then on, he has to have something in his mouth. He doesn’t know what's wrong with him, on his most desperate day he resorts to pens and pencils to sate his need. He’s constant drooling, mouth watering automatically every time he thinks of the video, or any phallic shaped object. He decides he has to stop when he's brushing his teeth and smells the pencil and ink that’s been in his mouth that day.
So he orders the lollipops.
Sweet, low calorie urge quelling snacks that he can’t wait to get his mouth on. As he pops one in his mouth and his mouth fills with the sweet taste of cotton candy he fears he has only fed into this distressing new development.
He stores the lollipops in his tote bag, carrying them around when he gets the urge to suck on something or someone . He quickly pushes the thought away as he looks toward where Jimin and Jin are taking their concept shoot. They look good together, both natural gorgeous faces as they pose without any effort. Talking to each other quietly, mouths barely moving as they hold a conversation and model together seamlessly.
“Wow!” he exclaims as Jimin exits the session leaving Jin to have his own pictures taken. He giggles as Jimin rushes forward with a silly smile on his face as he soaks up Namjoon's praise.
“How was it?” Jimin asks expectantly. He's wrapped up in red, practically dripping with the color. He wears a turtleneck sweater, over a vest tied up in a knot. It goes over his dress pants all flowy and comfortable. His hair frames his face and stretches down his neck in a mullet fashion.
Sexy. Namjoon thinks. He sucks harder at the lollipop in his mouth, swallowing down the wad of saliva that had welled up when Jimin had first hobbled in sight. Jimin is all grace and fluid limbs he fills out the outfit beautifully, and he can’t seem to connect his mind to his mouth and say iy. So he sits there dumbly until an elegant hand snaps at his face.
“ Hyung , answer me,” Jimin groans, he shuffles forward all playfulness and swats at Namjoon thighs half heartedly. He squeezes in harshly, smiling when Joon’s surprised gaze meets his. He swoons internally as Namjoon’s thigh swells against his fingers, soft and bouncy.
“Ah Jimine,” Namjoon stumbles out. “You looked really good out there! Red suits you.” he reaches a hand out excruciatingly aware of Jimin's piercing gaze on his face. He reaches a curious hand down Jimin’s chest to feel the softness of the sweater and the vest. Stopping at the waist of Jimin’s pants.
And a thumb is wiping at the corner of his mouth. Soft and sweet Jimin touches him as casually as he pleases, ignoring the wide eyes look he receives in turn. Jimin lingers for a moment longer, thumb pressing lightly against Namjoon’s mouth and Namjoon he- opens his mouth a bit. And Jimin takes that as permission, crowding Namjoon into the wall, pressing his thumb into that messy mouth.
Namjoon made a low keening sound as his finger stretched out his mouth. His head was pressed against the wall, he followed the pressure that was hooked in his mouth and had hooked onto his cheek. Looking up he met Jimin’s steely gaze, all he garble out was a confused whine.
Why were they like this? He could feel a wetness spread onto his chin and desperately tried to gather up the liquid that had spilled out his mouth. He only ended up making a pathetic slurping sound that had him helplessly hard in his pants. Whining he squeezed his legs together helplessly, he didn’t understand.
Jimin made a low cooing sound, coming closer, slipping into the space between his legs.
“You don’t have to understand everything, Joonie baby.” he stilled as he looked at something.
“Messy baby”
“Swallow,” he commanded lowly. Struggling Namjoon did as he was told, watching in faint embarrassment as Jimin looked a little bit too interested at the sight of him swallowing. As he finished he looked up at Jimin who looked pleased and slowly let his finger slip out of his mouth. Thumb shining with spit.
“Jiminine?” Namjoon asked in a raspy voice. He watched in slow motion as Jimin pulled the thumb to his mouth and sucked, hollowing out his cheeks as he groaned quietly, closing his eyes as he registered the taste of strawberries. Cute. Namjoon is cute.
“Yes?” he replied smiling.
“W-why did you do that?” Namjjon asked anxiously as he looked around him suspiciously, surprised that no one had seen what transpired.
Jimin raised his eyebrows, a smirk catching at the corner of his lips as he considered his answer. Pressing his lips he slid a hand through his hair, feeling his hair pop right back into place. Did the messy baby deserve the truth?
“Cause I can?” He replied, smirking.
“You can’t just touch me like that because you can Jimin!” Namjoon spluttered back, hands coming nervously twist together.
“Are you gonna tell me to stop? Jimin inquired “If I go further, and instead of putting my finger down that messy mouth I put my cock there?”
Jimin continued unaware or just uninterested in any reaction Namjoon gave.
“I think you’re hungry for it. Always been. You’ve been feeding that mouth fucking lollipops for months now. You just need someone to fill your mouth and go dumb right, huh?”
Namjoon shifted a swelling behind his eyes that was not tears and shook his head rapidly. Why …why was Jimin touching him like this? He jerked his head as a voice called Jimin’s name from down a hallway urgently. Watching as Jimin stepped back with a disappointed sigh looking down Namjoons’s body intently. Taking him the clasped hands hiding his erection, and the teary confused look in Namjjon’s eyes he started towards the voice. Dismissing Namjoon with a quick and sweet.
“Bye Hyung!”
Namjoon unclasped his hands to wave good-bye not that he needed to as Jimin continued down the hall without a second glance back. As soon as he was out of sight Namjoon shot up and headed toward the exit. Pushing open the door and feeling his skin warm Namjoon felt a breath of air escape in a gust.
Roughly thirty minutes found him at an adult toy store looking desperately through the aisles for what he needed. It took him ten minutes of him looking through various sizes, colors, and frequencies before got what had suited him.
A hyper-realistic cock. Flesh color and pretty it curved into a hook near the top. Namjjon felt his stomach flip before he swallowed down the alarming amount of saliva that had produced in his mouth. On his way to the counter, he stopped abruptly and started before picking a bottle of lube and shoving it into his arms.
He waits until it’s late at night, when he’s had his dinner, conversing with the other members. All the while ignoring Jimin’s piercing gaze. He pulls the dildo out, and sucks lightly at the tip. He doesn't know much, just from porn videos that he’s seen and the possibility of this going all wrong has him whining against the fake cock. He stifles the nose as he hears the noise that travels from the room next door to his room.
Squirming, he gets his phone and finds a video he thinks will be educational. Namely someone that looks like a natural at sucking cock. As the video starts, he eyes it intently hell bent on perfecting a technique. As he puts the tip near his mouth, he gives it a little lick. As he looks up he sees that the scene on his phone has progressed rapidly, the man taking a cock until he’s buried to the hilt. Namjoon shudders from where he’s got the tip halfway in his mouth.
He slides deeper, mouth lubricating the way and his eyelids drop at the pressure of the cock in his mouth. It’s girthy and stretches his mouth wide and he whines in want, quickly shoving a pillow below him that he can rut into. He takes it deep getting almost halfway before he gags. He rips his mouth off, takes a deep breath and plunges it harder and deeper in his mouth. His gag reflex makes him stop in almost the same place as before and he narrows his eyes in thought. He relaxes his throat, and moves his head to take more cock in. He feels the way the cock stretches him out he hums approvingly.
Since he feels like he has a good handle on it he forgoes his phone, leaving it to the dark abyss of his bed and suctioning the dildo to his wall. When he has it right where he wants it he swallows it eagerly. Gagging himself as he rushes to get it in his mouth. The rush of saliva that drips out of his mouth and onto the cock makes him feel dirty. He rushes to deepthroat the whole thing, the cold of the wall hitting his nose as he breathes shallowly.
Whining he shifts and rubs his cock on the pillow frustrated at the softness. He had been too busy gobbling to even acknowledge how it was making him chub up. With every grind of his hips he pushes on and off the cock. Now that he thinks about it, he likes the pressure that holds down his tongue. The way the fake cock doesn’t take into consideration his throat, just pushes through it.
His hips rut down deeper at the thought and he groans at the zing of pleasure.
I think you’re hungry for it.
Namjoon makes a high pitched sound as he accidentally gags himself . He thinks about how Jimin had handled him, as he touched him so carelessly and how he had let him. Was he really so shocked that he couldn't have stopped Jimin from touching him like that?
And that thumb. That thumb . How it had hooked into his mouth and made the drool slip past his lips and on his chin. How Jimin had looked so… hungry. Namjoon with a quick scramble of his hands slipped his hand down his boxers and stroked his cock with vigor. Taking the cock all the way down his throat he moaned happily, that's how he wanted to please Jimin. Show him that he could be good…
He abruptly wondered how Jimin’s dick looked. Would it stretch him out like the dildo? Would he be able to take it all? He bet it was pretty. Jimin’s fingers were pretty also, he always had a couple of rings on. When Namjoon went down for him, would they catch on his hair as Jimin facefucked him?
Would Jimin make him dumb?
He whines at the thought, what would that even look like? He doesn’t know but he thinks he can do it for Jimin. His eyes glaze over as he imagines Jimin hitting him for gagging on his cock, cheeks red and teary as he apologizes. Slobbering over his cock, Namjoon imagines he looks a right mess and he ruts deeper into his hand because of it.
Taking his mouth off of the cock he pants harshly. Still imagining it to be Jimin he runs apologetic kisses all over it, whimpering as he gripes himself tighter. He wants Jimin Namjoon to think needlessly, he wants his careless hands and his harsh words.
Namjoon shudders as he gets closer to completion, he makes the cock rest against his cheek. It makes him feel-makes feel filthy, he admits.
Unsuctioning the cock from the wall he hesitantly presses against his hole, and a moan immediately bursts forward. As he ruts back against it loving the solid length pressing against him. Tensing as it slides over his hole he imagines how he must look.
Like a slut, Jimin croons in his mind. You look like a slut, Joonie baby.
Namjoon cums, splattering all over his hand as he falls forward.
Really , he thinks dryly. He gets up from the bed, legs shaking and recovering from the fact he wants Jimin to call him a slut.
He ignores Jimin after that. Has to. Keeps a stash of lollipops about 10 whenever he's restless and at night fucks his thoat so hard that he feels thrums of strain in the morning.
Jimin isn’t deterred as all in the slightest. It’s like he hasn’t noticed the distance Namjoon tries to put between them and shoves himself right in his personal space. He gets touchier, bolder with every flirty comment and wandering hand Namjoon wonders what he would do if he didn’t have Jimin’s full attention now that he’s grown so accustomed to it.
He discovers how after he takes his first cock.
It’s the fake one of course but nonetheless.
He’s researched and prepared thoroughly. Stretched himself out so that taking it will be comfortable enough. Pour enough lube, there isn’t any chance of dryness and he's ready. And.
Oh.
Oh.
This is what he’s been missing, he thinks dizzyingly. He shakes his hips down harder, riding it as the bed rocks gently. Each grind sends him down a spiral of pleasure and he slips his hands up to twist and pull his nipples as a broken moan burts out of him. Hands reaching forward to slap his mouth, and keep him silent. His ass is making a filthy wet sound every time he slams down and he chokes down on the whimpers steadily rising in his chest.
He doesn't know if he can handle this, Namjoon thinks desperately. But he can’t stop his movements, rushed and frantic as they bounce up and down. He thinks of that homemade video. Of that girl making those pretty moans, sliding down the man's dick and shudders. He pushes himself almost brutally down and yelps hands coming to press against his stomach gently.
He can handle this .
He can take a cock just like she can, if not better . Namjoons sniffs, affronted at his own thoughts and continues.
But she had a real cock. Namjoon frowns. If he had someone here making him take it could he handle it? Namjoon clenches his fists and stands up. Stumbling he puts on loose sweatpants and a white almost see through tank top.
Waddling he makes his way to Jimin's room, wincing as wetness makes its way down his thighs. He hobbles faster feeling the dildo that he hadn’t had the sense to discard press into his ass.
“Jimin-ah?” he knocks gently. His hand curls on the doorknob, and hearing the answering hum he swings the door open. Jimin’s hair is tied back into a ponytail, his pink hair making his dark clothes stand out.
“Hyung?” Jimin questions as Namjoon sits awkwardly on his bed. Namjoon shifts awkwardly for all his bravo when faced with what he wanted it seemed he didn’t know where to begin.
“Jiminine,” he starts shyly. Namjoon brings his hands up to rest on Jimin's knees, shifting so he’s on his lap. Jimin puts away his phone, raising an eyebrow when he sees how direct Namjoon’s being.
“Can you have sex with me, please?” Namjoon asks. He giggles as Jimin makes a confused sound looking him up and down.
“Nothing’s wrong,” he says, whining. He places his hand against Jimin’s chest, sliding down he feels the warmth of the body beneath him and he gives a needy moan, pushing closer. He feels the dildo slowly sliding out, and in his desperation, slams himself down on Jimin’s lap. Sobbing as it rails against his propostate. Shaking he rolls his hips down in needy little circles, shaking in embarrassment as he hears the soft slick sounds his hole makes. Hes so immersed in his pleasure that he doesn’t hear the sharp Joonie what the fuck . Until a quick smack on the thigh makes him jump in surprise.
“What’s all this?” Jimins whispers softly. His hands grab Namjoon's hips and push him down harshly, smirking in satisfaction as Namjoon makes a punched out sound.
Namjoon sorts through his thoughts, each
“Wanna know if I can handle your cock,” he slurs out. He bounces once tensing with pleasure and cries out. Jimin nods, considering him for a moment before he speaks.
“Get off me, Joonie baby.” his hands turn rough and push him down leaving his ass flat on the comforter below him. Huh? Rough fingers dig into his hair and pull him face down on the counter. He squirms in displeasure, letting out little whines, as he's manhandled roughly. He ends with his face smushed on the duvet and his his in the air toward Jimin.
“You don’t even know what you’re saying to me, baby,” Jimin spits from behind him. He grabs Namjoon's sweatpants and yanks them down and groans at the sight. Namjoons all messy and loose, pretty hole all plugged up.
“Don’t even know what you’re aksing for, just a dumb baby,” Jimin grbas the handle of the dildo pushes the dildo in firmly. Laughing when Namjoon squeals from the sudden pleasure. He sets a fast pace immediately, amused as he watches that ass jiggle for more cock.
“Wha? I do too. ” Namjoon speaks back, as he pushes his ass back on the dildo and jumps as a smack lands on his ass.
“Oh really?” Jimin asked, amused. Namjoon shakes his head yes.
Duh . He gets cock.
Jimin narrows his eyes in thought and gently takes out the dildo from Namjoon's hole. Sitting back on the bed he places the dildo upright on the bed and issues an order.
“Take it.” Namjoon looks confused at the order. But crawls forward, cock bobbing between his legs. As he gets ready to take it, Jimin tuts.
“Not facing me, baby,” he says condescendingly. “The other way, I don't have use for your face or that bratty mouth right now.”
Namjoon fumbles as he corrects himself, sinking into the cock with a small whine. He looks back pleadingly, seeing Jimin take out his cock and stroke himself. He pushes himself down with an adorable little mewl and drools at the sight. Jimin watches him looking, face turning into displeasure and raises his hand, landing a hit soundly on his ass.
Namjoon expects that to be the end of it, but Jimin continues striking hit after hit on his ass, that Namjoon falls forward cock still firmly implanted and releases a broken moan.
“ Jiminine, m’sorry,” he reaches his hand back to stop the painful hitting but Jimin uses that hand to pull him further on the cock, making him shudder from pleasure.
“Aw,” Jimin pouts. “But I thought baby could take it, hm?” Namjoon shakes with embarrassed tears and sobs his answer. All teary eyed and sobbing.
Adorable . Jimin thinks.
He pushes Namjoon further down, noticing with sickening delight that Nammjon complies with a wet sniffle. It makes Jimin want to just tear his baby apart.
Jimin cooes and comes forward. Pressing little kisses to Namjoon's face, tasting his tears as Namjoon lets him do whatever.
“Be a good slut. ”Jimin rasps “and take some more, I know you can.”
Namjoon breaks down, hips stuttering against the sheets as he comes and Jimin smacks his ass harder in retaliation.
“You’re going to regret that, baby.” Jimin promises darkly eyes fixed on Namjoon's blissed pt face. He smiles as he hears Namjoon's apologetic whine, his mouth coming up with excuses as fast as he can make them.
That’s alright, one day he won’t even need that useless thing.