Chapitre 3: Suck, Baby, Suck
Sighing, Jiminie walked to his bed, grabbed another set of headphones, and put some music on before he too grabbed a book and began reading. Of course, he made sure to cover himself and let him tempt his crush into doing anything with him. He was in love with the psycho, and he couldn't even think about it right. So here and now as the psycho was doing whatever the hell he was doing, Jiminie took that chance to admire the pretty broken boy in his room. He looked so perfect.
"Min Yoongi… my name is Min Yoongi, and you're Park Jimin," the psycho had greeted the first time Jiminie had come home to join the agency. The psycho had been kinder to him, treated him better than anyone else, and for years Jiminie was convinced that the psycho was in love with him. But then when the rumor of Jiminie dating a non-idol came to light, the pretty boy who had welcomed him into the dorm had disappeared.
In his place was the psycho everyone knew now. Of course, he had been a psycho even when Jiminie had come, but with Jiminie around, he didn't stress people out as much. Of course, the dating rumors were proven to be lies, because Jiminie wasn't ever in a relationship, not to mention, that Jiminie didn't have what women desired. He was just another competition for them.
When polls were made on the internet about who the men would choose, between women and Jiminie. The men voted for Jiminie. It was a landslide win and that was scary. That was just the first time. And it never went well with the psycho. That day when the rest of the members talked of Jiminie and how he won, the psycho had thrown all the computers out into the storm. He had made sure to disconnect the internet too.
When the agency representative came and asked what had happened, the psycho took credit for ruining everything and even dared the agency to come after him. He was the best rapper in the group, and he had the best flow. Granted, the rap line was specialized, but the psycho was different, way too different. And that was the beginning of the cold stares and interactions that Jiminie had with the psycho.
"Keep this door open. We all leave our doors open. Besides you need to come with us to the showers," the psycho said once he was done reading. He had been at it for more than seven hours and frankly, Jiminie admired how dedicated the broken boy was. However, he didn't say anything. At the offer of a shower, Jiminie's answer would always remain the same. He had said the same line daily for the past six years, and even the psycho knew today the answer wouldn't be any different, but he had to try, right?
"I'll shower later," Jiminie said expectedly.
"For six years you've been showering alone… I'm starting to think you're hiding something, sweetheart. We all have dicks, don't we? Are you scared of how horny you will get when you see our dicks? I can show you mine if you want to. I always see you watching my crotch, and lucky for you, my dick is always ready to fuck your mouth and ass whenever you want. For you, it can stand at any time. All you gotta do is exist… you know what that means, right, sweetheart?" the psycho said and Jiminie felt the heat rush on his face.
He had been thinking of Yoongi all the time, fingering himself and letting himself cum because he always thought it was Yoongi doing that to him. He always imagined that this psycho band member was his and only his. He always wanted to be fucked senseless by the psycho, but then Jiminie was scared. He was scared because he wasn't like them. He was different in ways that they would probably shun him for.
So instead of doing anything, he just hugged his knees on his bed, clutching his duvet righter, even letting the book he had been reading fall to the ground. That book didn't matter as long as Min Yoongi didn't know he was wet and dripping for him. As long as Min Yoongi didn't get his hands under that duvet, because if he did, then Jiminie was sure his life would be fucked one too many times.
"I… I don't know what you mean, Yoongi," Jiminie said, his mention of the psycho's name making the psycho look intently at him.
"What?" Yoongi suddenly said as he got off the seat, put down his headphones, and rushed to Jiminie on the bed. It was something that scared Jiminie, but then he knew his fate was always going to be sealed, so this didn't matter. At the end of the day, he was just another boy for the alpha male in his room to play with, or another effeminate to be sexualized.
"I'm sorry," Jiminie said again. This time Yoongi was sitting so close to him. Their faces were bravely inches away and if the psycho came a little too close, he would be mating lips with the scared boy on the bed. It was not something to put past Yoongi though. He always got what he wanted, but he had never once tried to mess with Jiminie like that. Sure, he was forever jealous of a rumor that was proven to be false, but he wouldn't even cross the line with Jiminie. He would always stay on the safer side, right?
"No, not that, Pretty," Yoongi said as he looked at Jiminie's full lips that were begging to be kissed. Jiminie didn't know what to say, and he could feel his lips drying up, so he instinctively licked his lips, only for Yoongi to grab Jiminie by the neck and slam their lips together. It was so sudden, and Jiminie shrieked, an act that only got Yoongi more access to the pretty boy's mouth.
Yoongi didn't hesitate and pretended like this was a mistake and shit. He kissed Jiminie like their lives depended on it. He captured the pretty boy's lips so well, tilting the lips that fit so perfectly with his. He could feel the boy kissing him back and he didn't stop. Together they were stuck on their own symphony of lips, savoring the state of each other like it was just the two of them in their own world.
When Yoongi groaned in pleasure, Jiminie smirked and deepened the kiss even more. He loved kissing Yoongi. Sure, he hadn't done this ever, but he loved that it was happening. When Yoongi pulled back from the kiss, Jiminie expected an awkward silence or something, but there was nothing. Instead, Yoongi put three of his fingers in Jiminie's mouth, making the boy wonder what this was about.
"Suck, baby. Suck like you're sucking my dick that throbs for you. I won't fuck you today, but I wanna remember the feeling of your lips on my fingers. So, suck like your life depends on it. Do we understand each other, sweetheart?" Yoongi asked and Jiminie didn't hesitate.
When he felt Yoongi's fingers in his mouth, he did as he was told, while Yoongi simply kissed him roughly, on the neck and shoulders, anchoring the pretty boy with three fingers that were in his mouth. Yoongi realized there was a pillow inside Jiminie's duvet and eh didn't think too much of it, much less bother to remove it. He knew the boy was shy, and he didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable by removing the pillow so he could see the pretty boy's rock-hard cock.
Today wasn't about sex.
Today, he would worship Jiminie's boy… even if he had to get a little help with that. He would give him everything that he had wanted to, whether Jiminie wanted to, or not.
"You're doing so well, should I add more,'' Yoongi asked and Jiminie just nodded when he felt Yoongi's lips capture his nipples.
The psycho was so good at this and for a moment Jiminie wanted to feel jealous of the men and women the psycho had fucked. But then he remembered that this man would probably screw him over and fuck him without his consent. So, he did as was asked. With six fingers in his mouth, Jiminie felt full. He closed his eyes and savored the taste of fingers that got him desiring the impossible. Thankfully the door was closed… right?
"Ngh," Jiminie moaned out for the tenth time as Yoongi played with his nipples, sucking, nibbling and biting. He was so good with it that Jiminie felt like he would orgasm just from that. Well, who was he kidding? If the pillow wasn't under his duvet Yoongi would have known that the pretty boy was scared of showing how heavily he had cum. He could feel the bedsheet absorbing his wetness and Jiminie loved it.
He would taste it later before he sent the sheets to the laundry anyway.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
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