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(Mood: “Thinking Bout You” by Ariana Grande)
Jeongguk’s day had been unreasonably long. Nothing particularly crazy or unexpected had happened. And perhaps that was the problem. Well…that and the fact that Jimin was out of town.
They were that annoying couple that barely went more than five minutes apart—sharing most things in their intertwined life like friends and hobbies. Jeongguk honestly loved that about them and wouldn’t change it for anything unless Jimin himself decided he needed more space, which seemed highly unlikely at this point.
To be honest, they were kind of obsessed with each other, but not in an unhealthy way. However, Jeongguk could admit he felt a little codependent sometimes when his brain was being particularly mean to him. He had a habit of getting stuck on thoughts about how he could have been or done something better. Before Jimin, it would rule his life to the point of drowning in imposter syndrome and feeling unworthy of anything he managed to accomplish under the weight of crippling self doubt.
It had taken Jimin all of one week to figure out how to turn Jeongguk’s brain off and transport him to a completely new realm of serenity. He taught Jeongguk things that even he didn’t know about himself. Jimin was exactly what he needed to learn how to free himself from his mental prison. And through the constant, steady love he could soak up from Jimin anytime his brain tried to overthink or tried to convince him he wasn’t good enough, he was in a much steadier place mentally.
But now Jeongguk was doing nothing but overthinking without Jimin’s presence. And he couldn’t even call him to try and make it better. Jimin was away on a crucial work trip on the other side of the spinning rock hurtling through the space time continuum that everyone called home. It had only been three out of the five days he was expected to be gone and Jeongguk was struggling to put it mildly. They’d barely gotten to text, let alone actually video chat due to the time difference.
Jeongguk would have happily sacrificed his sleep but that was when Jimin was busy working and Jeongguk would never think of interrupting such an important time for him. Jimin couldn’t afford to be exhausted even though he’d tried to convince Jeongguk he wasn’t tired the first night. Jeongguk also knew Jimin better than he knew himself and saw through him immediately despite the fact he was looking at him through a potato quality video chat on the other side of the world. Therefore, a few texts here and there to assure the other they were still alive was all they’d managed.
Jeongguk knew he was being sulky and childish about it. When he wasn’t deep in his pity hole of missing his better half, he felt nothing but pride for the man he loved. He’s so proud of Jimin for working so hard for his dreams. Jeongguk was his biggest cheerleader and the one to convince him to take the trip in the first place. So he really shouldn’t be so petulant, but his muscles were tense from the stress of being apart and he was in desperate need of something to help him relax. He’d barely slept the past three nights. Their bed was too big and cold without Jimin wrapped around him like he wanted them to melt into one being.
Jeongguk flipped his phone over, that was sitting next to him on the couch, and checked it one more time and let out a dramatic sigh when there wasn’t a single notification. He hadn’t even bothered changing out of his work clothes before slumping onto the sofa and now he was feeling even more uncomfortable. He slowly pushed himself up into the semblance of a normal seated position and made his way to his feet. After trudging to their bedroom, he stripped down and tossed his discarded clothes in the general direction of the hamper, making a mental note to do the laundry before Jimin got home. Typically he was meticulous about keeping the laundry under control and actually enjoyed the routine, but Jimin seemed to have taken all of Jeongguk’s energy and motivation to adult with him.
Like a zombie, he shuffled to their adjoined bathroom and flicked the light on. He took a cursory glance in the mirror over the sink and took note of the dark circles under his eyes. He really hoped his exhaustion made him pass out tonight. He wasn’t sure he could handle another sleepless night. Hoping to help the process along, he got the shower started and made sure to turn the water as hot as he could stand it.
Once the mirror was starting to fog up, he stepped in and sighed as the steaming water beat down on his sore shoulder muscles. He tended to hold all of his stress in his neck and shoulders, which caused bad headaches and a stiff neck that hurt all the time. Jimin would usually give him a massage the moment he noticed Jeongguk starting to unconsciously tilt his head back and forth looking for relief. But of course, his favorite masseuse wasn’t here and that fact was causing the majority of his stress.
Jeongguk went to grab his usual shampoo, but hesitated with his hand hanging in the air as water streamed off his tattooed fingers to the tile below. Mind made up, he grabbed Jimin’s shampoo and squeezed out a decent amount into his palm. He brought it to his nose and let out a soft groan at the tart but sweet green apple he was so used to but was missing sorely. He closed his eyes and went about sudsing his hair up while trying to inhale as much of the scent as he could. He wanted it to burrow into his brain and take up permanent residence so he could fool himself into believing Jimin was really there and get a decent night’s sleep for once.
He almost felt sad when he had to wash the sweetness down the drain to continue his shower. He indulged himself in using Jimin’s conditioner as well so he could pretend for just a little longer. He let the conditioner soak longer than the two minutes it suggested while he washed his body just to continue tricking his brain. They shared body wash so he couldn’t use it to pretend, but he didn’t mind as much since Jimin’s green apple was still swirling around his head thanks to the hot water making the air thicker causing the scent to stay stagnant in the enclosed shower stall.
Generally he was pretty utilitarian in the shower, but missing Jimin so much and working so hard to trick his brain into believing he was there was proving to be a great distraction. Once he’d scrubbed his body clean, he set the loofah down and ran slow hands across his wet and soapy skin like Jimin could never resist doing when they showered together. Eyes closed and head tilted back, he let his hands roam across his pecs, making sure to pay attention to his sensitive nipples just like Jimin would. He let out a gasp at the feeling and took a step forward so his chest was in the stream of water. The strong water pressure sent a slight sting through the hard nubs which had Jeongguk biting his lip rings after sucking a sharp breath through his teeth. His hands continued their journey south across his abs and down to his hips. Wanting to keep up the ruse, he ignored his half hard cock like Jimin enjoyed doing.
Jimin liked to take his time pulling Jeongguk apart piece by piece until he was practically out of his mind and crying from the overwhelming pleasure only Jimin’s hands, lips, tongue, and cock could give him. Jeongguk slid his hands down further and then dragged them back up his inner thighs. His cock filled out the rest of the way as he mentally pictured the way Jimin would sink to his knees and look up at him with warm chocolate eyes as he leaned forward to wrap his outrageously full lips around Jeongguk’s head before sinking down his length until his cock was hitting the back of his throat.
Jeongguk was just about to touch himself when his phone suddenly pinged from the counter next to the sink. His eyes snapped open and he almost slipped trying to spin around to wash the conditioner out of his hair and soap from his body at lightning speed. If Jimin was messaging him, he didn’t want to miss the small amount of time they’d have to chat.
Heart pounding, he raced to his phone, dripping everywhere with goosebumps rising from the sudden temperature change since he’d foregone grabbing his towel in the interest of getting to his phone faster. He snatched it off the counter and unlocked it with his face only to be supremely disappointed when it was a message from Taehyung instead. Not that he didn’t love his best friend, but he so wasn’t who he wanted to hear from when he was imagining being deepthroated by his absent boyfriend.
Still, Jeongguk dutifully read Taehyung’s message and replied to assure him he was still alive and taking care of himself. Well, he mostly was at least. He’d eaten…at lunch. And he’d gone to work. He’d accomplished fuck all, but he still went. He just needed to sleep and then he’d be a more productive part of society again. Jeongguk snorted at himself. Who was he kidding? He needed Jimin. Without him, he was just playacting being an adult handling adult responsibilities. His brain successfully undoing all of the relaxing he’d done in the shower within thirty seconds almost had him in tears.
He roughly dried himself off, brushed his teeth, and threw himself naked with wet hair on their bed. He half rolled to plug his phone in and then blew out a breath as he flopped back over onto his back. He stared up at the ceiling and watched headlights from cars on the ever busy street below beam across the room. On the outside he probably seemed relaxed and ready to sleep. Inside, he felt like he would soon vibrate out of his skin if something didn’t change within the next five minutes.
Realizing the best he’d felt since dropping Jimin at the airport was in the shower imagining the things Jimin would do to him, Jeongguk closed his eyes and focused on bringing the images back in his mind. He had plenty of material to choose from. Neither of them could keep their hands off each other for long. Getting off would probably help relax him. Hell, he’d tried basically everything else to no avail, so why not?
Decided, Jeongguk shimmied toward the pillows and made himself comfortable. He grabbed the bottle of lube still sitting on the nightstand from their last night before Jimin had left and propped it up against his naked hip. Without even having to try, the memories of Jimin making sure they were both completely exhausted before his flight started playing in his mind.
All of Jimin’s smooth, flawless skin pressed against his as he slowly worked Jeongguk up into a frenzy. Jimin knew every spot on Jeongguk’s body that made him gasp or squirm. Jeongguk often found himself completely restrained as Jimin took his sweet time toying with all of his most sensitive places. Jimin loved to edge him until tears were streaming down his face and Jeongguk’s mind had floated away completely into a space only Jimin could get him to.
Jeongguk began the process of running his hands slowly across his chest and stomach again. His skin always seemed to go from being normal to every nerve actively firing in a split second when Jimin touched him. Jeongguk let himself fall into the idea that it was Jimin’s smaller hands roaming across the planes of his torso. In no time, he was starting to let out small gasps when his palms rubbed over the hardened points of his nipples. His cock was half hard and resting heavily against his hip.
Jeongguk slid his hands down to his inner thighs again and gave one a quick but sharp pinch. The flash of pain had him arching off the mattress and his cock twitching as it hardened the rest of the way. Jimin would usually tease him more before touching him where Jeongguk wanted it most, but Jeongguk didn’t have that kind of restraint and patience. Trying to be good, even though Jimin wasn’t there to scold him, he settled for only running a fingertip as soft as a whisper up the underside of his cock to his slit. The featherlight touch still caused him to suck in a breath and his cock to jerk as a thick bead of precum oozed out and dripped to his abs, a clear pearlescent strand connecting his tip to his stomach.
Without thinking, he bent his legs and pulled his knees up. Trying to keep his hands away from his cock, he went back to his inner thighs and traced light fingertips up them. The feeling had goosebumps racing across his body. When he got to where his thigh meets his hip, he slid them down between his legs to slip underneath his sack to press against his perineum. He let out a soft groan at the stimulation to his prostate and already started to feel his balls drawing up. It wasn’t going to take long for him to cum.
Unable to resist the temptation any longer, he reached his tattooed right hand up to grasp his cock at the base and squeeze to help himself gain some semblance of control. After taking a breath, he kept his left hand pressed to his taint and gave his cock a tentative stroke. He shuddered as pleasure zinged through his cock deep into his gut. Chasing the feeling, he gathered the precum that his firm stroke squeezed out and spread it around his head as he sucked air through his teeth with a hiss.
It felt so good, but he knew it would feel better if he slicked his cock up to ease the glide. He released himself and grabbed the bottle that had fallen over from his writhing. After flicking the cap open impatiently, he squeezed out way more than he needed in his haste. Abhorring the idea of wiping that much excess on the sheets and refusing to ruin the mood again by having to get up for a towel, he made the split second decision to change positions and kneel by the headboard instead so he could reach his fingers back to his hole. He shivered at the coolness of the lube that he’d forgotten to warm up first as he spread it around his rim.
With one hand he worked the slippery liquid around his cock and with the other he started pressing in with one finger. Once he forced himself to relax and found a comfortable, stable position on the bed, he started moving both hands in tandem while diving back into his memories of Jimin doing something similar to him the other night before fucking him senseless. He found a rhythm after pushing a second finger in and his hips started moving back onto his fingers and forward into the tight ring of his hand. The tightness and heat in his gut came back with a vengeance as he fucked himself and his own hand.
Knowing Jimin wouldn’t let him cum so soon, he slowed his movements right as the need to speed his thrusts up hit him. His orgasm slowly receded as he backed himself away from the precipice. Wanting more inside him, he added a third finger and whined softly at the burn that ached through his walls. He wasn’t able to reach his prostate at this angle, but just feeling full was making his thoughts get hazier the more he thought about how Jimin would usually be using his tongue along with his fingers as he stretched him open.
As his hole started to loosen and the burn disappeared, he started thrusting his fingers in and out harder. Each slam of his fingers in his needy hole punched little ah ah ahs out of his throat. He was fucking himself so hard with his fingers that he had to let go of his cock and grab the headboard to keep his balance. His fingers, still covered in lube, were slipping on the wood as he frantically pushed his hips back onto his fingers trying to get them deeper. His cock that was hanging heavy and abandoned, bounced from his desperate movements and just the small stimulation from his sensitive tip hitting his stomach was enough to have his orgasm racing to the surface again. He could so easily reach down and jerk himself off. It would only take a couple strokes.
“Noooo…” Jeongguk whined, not sure if he was telling himself not to cum, or frustrated at another ruined orgasm when he pulled his fingers out to leave himself hanging.
Getting closer to that headspace that leaves him floaty and out of his mind as cloudy thoughts of Jimin praising him took over, he leaned over to their nightstand and pulled the top drawer open to grab the dildo they kept there for times Jeongguk wanted to push his limits and be stuffed beyond full with Jimin’s thick cock and the average sized dildo. Like it’s routine, he grabbed the lube and slicked the silicone up. He scooted down so he was on hands and knees in the middle of the bed. Balancing on one hand, he grabbed the dildo in the other and teased the tip around his rim while imagining it was Jimin’s leaking cock instead before slowly pushing it in. As soon as the tip popped past his rim, he was sliding it in further. He let out a soft moan at the fullness reaching much deeper than his fingers had.
He pushed the dildo in as deep as he could go and it forced the air out of his lungs. It wasn’t as deep as Jimin’s cock would reach, but it felt miles deeper than his own fingers. Wanting the feeling to continue, he started thrusting the toy in and out at a leisurely pace, slowly working himself up again. The exaggerated ridge from the dildo’s head caught on his rim, causing him to keen and clench down. He started pulling the dildo almost all the way out to repeat the feeling before slamming it back into his greedy hole as hard as he could.
Before long, he was rocking back on it just like he had with his fingers. His neglected cock was consistently drooling precum onto the bed below as his movements became more rough. As his desperation and need to cum mounted, he became completely lost in his memories of Jimin pounding him into the mattress. Despite being smaller in stature, Jimin could make him feel so small under him when he pinned him down to fuck him till Jeongguk forgot his own name. Like Jimin was actually there holding him down, he began panting for air between incoherent babbles and Jimin’s name being chanted like a prayer.
Jeongguk tilted his wrist down, and on the next thrust in, the dildo raked across his prostate sending bright flashes across his vision. He loudly cried out and tried to keep the same angle as he kept sliding the dildo in and out of his sloppy hole. His wrist was cramping and his palm was slipping on the toy from sweat and lube. He just needed to last a little longer and then he’d let himself cum.
He started to lose his rhythm as the muscles in his forearm protested and started giving out. Pushed to his emotional edge, tears quickly gathered and spilled down his cheeks. He let out several cries of frustration as he tried to keep going. He was so close dammit, but his emotional distress and flagging coordination were keeping his orgasm just out of reach.
Just as he was about to give up in utter turmoil, fingers wrapped around his wrist to pull so the dildo was yanked out of his hole. Jeongguk gasped at the feeling of the fingers he would know anywhere pressing into his skin. He immediately snapped his head to the side as the fingers disappeared. Behind him, Jimin was quickly unbuttoning the black dress shirt he was wearing. Jeongguk’s brain felt like it was moving in slow motion. Was he truly hallucinating Jimin now? Was he so desperate that he broke his own brain?
“Wha?” he breathed out feeling disoriented.
Jimin didn’t answer, he just pulled the shirt off and brusquely unbuttoned his trousers before pulling them and his briefs off in one go. Jeongguk really began questioning his sanity when he felt the bed dip as Jimin climbed on to kneel behind him.
Finally, Jimin spoke, “Baby, let me help you with that. I’m here now. Just let me make you feel good.”
Still utterly perplexed, Jeongguk whispered, “Jimin?”
Instead of answering, Jimin slid his palms up Jeongguk’s cheeks to his back. When he reached his shoulders, he gently but firmly pushed down so Jeongguk would lower his chest to the bed and arch his back. Confused but willing to go with it even if it was all in his head, Jeongguk obeyed. He turned his head so he could keep watching Jimin behind him and spread his knees a little more when Jimin tapped his inner thigh. Jimin grabbed the abandoned bottle of lube and wasted no time in liberally wetting his cock with a low groan that had Jeongguk fully hard again in record time. Jimin gripped his length and pressed his tip to Jeongguk’s fluttering hole. Jimin paused and met his eyes.
“You’ve been such a good boy for me. Let me take care of you now. You can cum whenever you want to, baby.”
Jeongguk’s mind felt like it melted at the praise and feeling of Jimin’s thick cock pressing into him steadily. Jimin smoothly pushed in till his hips were pressed to his ass. Once he bottomed out, they both groaned and Jimin just stayed there to let Jeongguk get used to the fullness.
“Move. Please, move. Jimin-ah…please.”
“Shh. I’ve got you,” Jimin reassured and Jeongguk could have wept.
Jimin pulled his hips back and just when Jeongguk was going to question him, he slammed forward. A shout left Jeongguk at the sudden fullness he felt almost all the way in his throat. Jimin didn’t make him beg again. He set a brutal pace right away. Jeongguk was immediately clawing at the sheet and pillows for purchase as Jimin pounded into him. His ability to form words was fucked away just like his sanity. Jeongguk could only moan and whine Jimin’s name as he took everything Jimin could give him.
Jimin must have needed to be closer, because he leaned down and started leaving wet and messy kisses across Jeongguk’s back as the warm skin of his chest pressed against him. The change in angle had Jimin’s cock ramming into his prostate and Jeongguk screamed. He’d never yelled like that before. He’d been plenty loud with Jimin, but he’d edged himself to the point of oversensitivity and it was almost too much as Jimin constantly pressed on it. At the sound of Jeongguk’s pleasured pain, he didn’t know it was possible, but Jimin could and did fuck him even harder. Another shout left his lips and Jimin’s thrusts sped up which had his vision tunneling out and him seeing stars.
“Cum—I’m gonna…I’m—Jimin! Fuck, I’m—”
He couldn’t even finish his thought before his cock was spraying white ropes across the sheets below him completely untouched. Jimin fucked him through it and the added pressure on his prostate had him practically sobbing as he kept cumming all over himself and their bed. Jimin started to lose his rhythm and then slammed into him one last time before Jeongguk felt the heat of him releasing deep inside him as his cock jerked. After riding out his orgasm, Jimin pulled out and the feeling of warm cum sliding out of him and down to his balls made him shiver.
Jeongguk felt like he was hanging by a thread to consciousness but he also didn’t know how to move. He felt frozen like his body was broken along with his mind. Jimin gently guided him onto his side away from the mess below and slid off the bed to walk to the ensuite. Jeongguk watched him in a daze, still not sure if he was dreaming or not. A couple minutes later, Jimin came back with a warm wet cloth and softly cleaned him up. Jeongguk just stared up at him in wonder.
“Are you okay, baby? Why do you keep looking at me like I’m a ghost?”
It took Jeongguk’s mind longer than he’d like to admit to process what Jimin’s words meant. Once he did, his lower lip wobbled and tears flooded his eyes again. His Jimin was home. He really was here.
“Oh, Gguk. My baby,” Jimin cooed sadly as he walked around the bed to the clean side and climbed on to wrap himself around Jeongguk as tightly as he could.
Jeongguk felt slightly ridiculous and he knew he was worrying Jimin, but he was so goddamn tired and he’d been through the emotional ringer the past few days.
Jimin whispered, “It’s okay, my love. I’m here now,” before pulling back and giving him a soft kiss.
“I missed you so much. I can’t believe you’re actually here right now. How are you here right now?” Jeongguk asked, voice hoarse from his tears and screaming.
Jimin looked down and twirled some of Jeongguk’s hair around his index finger like he was suddenly shy or maybe even ashamed.
“I missed you too…so I worked really hard to finish everything early so I could come back and surprise you.” Jimin looked up with a pretty blush rising in his cheeks. “Turns out you also surprised me. I was concerned at first when you didn’t come greet me at the door after I closed it and called your name. Then I heard your beautiful moans and knew you were too far gone to have noticed. I watched for a moment and saw how frustrated you were. You were a good boy and held yourself back from cumming, didn't you?”
It was Jeongguk’s turn to blush. Not sure he had the confidence to answer verbally, he gave a quick nod. Jimin cooed and ran his fingers through his hair which had Jeongguk’s eyes closing in bliss before a massive yawn took over. Jimin caught the contagious yawn and rolled off the bed. He turned back to Jeongguk and held his hands out, palms up, toward him and Jeongguk just looked up at him.
“Come on. Up and at ‘em. We need to change the sheets. We’ll both lose our minds in the morning if we sleep in this mess.”
Jeongguk let out the whiniest noise he could muster with an exaggerated pouty lower lip, but ultimately grabbed Jimin’s hands to let him help pull him up so they could change the sheets. He was beyond exhausted, but he knew Jimin was right. Future Jeongguk would strangle present Jeongguk if he slept in his own drying cum spot. Thankfully it was a quick process with both of them doing it, and he was able to collapse back onto the bed in record time.
Jimin chuckled fondly at him and picked up his luggage to open it so he could grab his toiletry bag. Jeongguk felt even dumber when he realized the giant suitcase was standing, the handle still elevated, at the foot of their bed. If he hadn’t been mentally in the clouds, he probably would have processed much sooner that Jimin was actually here and had traveled home early.
As he waited on Jimin to get ready for bed, Jeongguk felt himself falling in and out of consciousness. He felt like he was fighting a losing battle as his eyelids closed without his permission. Jimin must have been equally as exhausted from flying across the globe because he was back in less than five minutes, wrapping himself around Jeongguk like he wanted them to become one person just like Jeongguk loved and needed. Finally feeling secure and not like he was spiraling out of control, Jeongguk let himself sink into the mattress and Jimin’s arms.
“I love you, my beautiful Jimin. Thank you for always taking care of me. I missed you so much.”
Jimin pressed a kiss to the back of his head and shoved his leg further between Jeongguk’s thighs before answering, “I missed you too, baby. I’ll always take care of you. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love you too, Gguk. Get some rest, my love.”
In the arms of the man he wanted to love and cherish for the rest of his days, Jeongguk finally did.