Jin's POV
Jin sat on the couch of his apartment. Confused and angry. Confused as to why he was so flustered, so affected, so weak, so easily manipulated. Why he was so sexually frustrated? Angry at the man who left him that way.
The cab ride back home had been torture. Because he only found himself go down the rabbit hole he wanted to avoid. How could he avoid something so evident, when his whole existence screamed for just a bit of his touch. But who was he that he had to have him? Who was he to leave him numb to everything but the burning want cloaking his every thought, eliminating rationality. Who was he to infest his mind, ruining his every conscious second. With his alluring body, inticing words and those magnetic eyes.
He was just so frustrating. And Jin couldn't just escape. He couldn't escape him. He had ways to reel him in, trap him. Like he was a puppet and he held the strings. Like Jin was under a dark spell he cast. Why couldn't he just escape? Was that too hard to. Just forget about him for a moment? He wanted to but his seductive words kept ringing in his ears and he was getting more and more frustrated. So, he decided on the only thing he thought he could do. Numbing himself up on alcohol. He had taken out the bottle of vodka and a glass earlier that was sitting on the coffee table before him.
He poured out some of it on the glass and he greedily looked at the sparking substance. Maybe this could be his relief. He hadn't drank in a long time so the burn as he gulped it down seemed foreign. He got used to it by the third shot and the intensity of it scrambled his brain. His vision was almost blurry as his rational thoughts were going out the window. But the reason he had drunk for, had become even more vivid. He was thinking about someone purple haired. This time, it wasn't bothering him.
He loudly put the glass on the coffee table as he finished his fifth shot and his actions were not so stable at that point. He dug out his phone and hastily went to his camera to find that one picture. That one picture he had succeeded to discreetly take in case he ever needed it. He clicked that photo of Namjoon as the imagination wasn't enough anymore and he needed to see him, even if it was a blurry presentation of him not even looking at the camera. A sick smile found it's way on his lips as he hungrily stared at the low quality photo. He was just so, sexy. He just was. Just seeing him made Jin full of indecent desires. Jin was undeniably under his control anyway he looked at it and there was no other position he would like to be in.
He would like to be pinned under him, screaming his name in pleasure. He would like to know if the confidence behind that smirk actually did come from vast knowledge of how to please a man. He looked at the photo again and wondered how he would really like to know how the man loved someone. His words suggested it was rough and kinky. He would really like to know how much more he could show him.
Just the tips of his fingers put his skin on fire, what could he do if he surrendered himself to him. Just his whispers got him out of control what would his moans do to him. How would the dimpled cheeks look if they flushed with blood and purple hair drenched with sweat. What lied beneath the perfectly tailored clothes, he wanted to know.
(Smut Warning) (Not actual smut, smut but man it's explicit)
Jin felt the room temperature go up as he stared at the mesmerizing man and it was getting harder and harder to keep his clothes on. He put the phone down. The alcohol was clouding his senses and he almost ripped off his shirt, just to feel coolness of the air on his damp skin. He felt a strange air of relief. His breath was ragged as he threw the shirt somewhere on the floor and proceeded to look down. His erection was straining against his pants, wanting to be free.
It was almost to the state of painful when he popped the button and let some of the pressure off, he sighed. He pulled down his pant just to his knees. His gray briefs were darker at the front, wet from the precome and they weren't doing much to cover the state of his member. He pressed the heel of his hand against it and hissed in response to his own ministrations. He lessened the pressure and palmed himself through the thin article. The soft texture of it was creating a rather unique friction against the sensitive skin but even that amount of strain was not tolerable to him.
He pushed the brief down but the rough texture of the waistband against his length made him hiss again. He stopped, he lifted the waistband upward being careful it doesn't rub against him again. He pulled it down just enough so that his erection was free. He played his finger from the side of his waist to his lower stomach, like Namjoon had done earlier. He tried to replicate it. Nothing could ever compare to the way his cold fingers against his heated skin had made him shiver, but if he concentrated enough, he could feel Namjoon's breath hitting him from behind. It made the hair at the back of his neck stand up.
The alcohol running through his brain and his arousal made his delusion clearer. As he walked his fingers down his happy trail and imagined they were his. Little burst of anticipation went through his body and the moist tip of his length let go of another bout of precome. Most of it dripped down the side of his length and a drop managed to fall on the carpet. His finger ran a stripe from his base to his tip before it hooked underneath it from the base. He lifted up his length only to wrap the long fingers of his other hand around it. He put just a bit of pressure and moaned lowly.
His thumb drew a lazy circle on his tip and that's when he thought of Namjoon licking his dry lips to moist them. He thought about how that tongue would feel on him. His thumb received another shot of precome from the thought and and he kept pressing the slicked up thumb over his slit. Simulation on that sensitive patch of skin caused shudders wrack his body and whinny whimpers erupt from his throat.
He collected the rest of the pre-cum from the tip and spread it over his length. He stroked slowly downward and tightened his grip around him when he went upward. It caused his head to fall back further and his mouth open in a silent scream. He moved his hands down again as mirth dancing in Namjoon's eyes flashed before him. He wondered if he would look the same if he was swallowing his length and looking up towards him with hooded eyes. Would the shade in his sparkling eyes be the same?
Jin's ministrations went more through as he imagined Namjoon's lips around him. His fingers closed into a tight fist as he thought of Namjoon moving his head on his length. His free hand touched him all over before it settled on one of his nipple. He rolled his nipple between his fingers and let out a strangled moan. His hips bucked up into his closed fist in desperate in need of friction. His hands worked on him relentlessly as the memories of Namjoon's hot whispers rang in his ear. The way he said his name alone put him close to the edge.
"Oh, fuck." He cursed as his nails dug in the smooth fabric of his couch. He wanted to grip the purple head of hair so bad. His length was dripping wet and the substance made the movement of his hands smoother. Second by second he felt he was getting closer to the edge and he wanted nothing but relief. Because he wanted his touch, his hands all over him. His breath washing over his sweat damp body and his voice whispering dirty, unmentionable things to him. He wanted him so bad.
But he didn't have him. So he let himself fantasize and put himself through a euphoric torture. Where his senses, didn't belong to him. His moans were getting constant and incoherent curse words were leaving his lips. With every stroke he was nearing the end. Nearing the end of his pleasurable torture. He felt blood gushing through his veins and balls tightened,waiting for relief. Every stroke before his release was overwhelming to the point he couldn't bear it. Every cell of his were hypersensitive and he felt every tingle, a dull ache of pleasure and mind-boggling sensations all at once. Just a little more.
"Please. Please." He begged, to himself. But he pictured the perfect smirk on Namjoon's face satisfied from the words. His moaned turned into high-pitched cries as he was teetering on the edge wanting nothing more than just to come undone.
"Namjoon!" He screamed before he came all over his hand. His muscles contracted as hot cum spilled all over him. His hand tried to keep his length in line so he wouldn't make a mess everywhere. But he managed to make a mess on his stomach and over his couch and coffee table. His arched back didn't have time to go get straight as he fell back on the couch from exhaustion. He panted relentlessly as his erratic heartbeat was slowly coming back to normal and eventually he caught his breath.
(Smut end)
He was on cloud nine as a hazy sense of pleasure slowly drifted him of into a state of peacefulness. His body was drained of all energy and he couldn't properly register what he was doing when he picked up the shirt and clumsily cleaned himself up. He put his feet on the couch and lay back against it. Too tired to even go to his bed. He kicked off his pant and sighed as his head touched the couch. He took a deep breath and snuggled into himself as all the tension from today and the earlier days dissipated into nothing.
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Jin woke up in a morning and as he yawned he first saw he was not in his bedroom and then he second realization was that he was fully naked. He furrowed his brow as he was more confused than ever as to what happened last night. But he didn't even get a millisecond of thought as he got attacked by a crushing headache. Like his head was about to burst and there was no way he could get up. So, he just shut his eyes and left his thought for later when he didn't feel like he was dying.
A few hours later Jin managed to get up without wanting to hit his head with a brick. Yet, he still groaned loudly as he got up from the couch and he realized there was dried cum all over him. It felt gross and he could see dried stains of sweat on his body. He took a quick shower still trying to remember yesterday's events. He couldn't. He took some pills and then started cleaning up the mess he made earlier. By the looks of it, Jin had enjoyed himself last night. He blushed as he rubbed off a stain from the coffee table with a wet cloth. He definitely didn't remember that. He only remembered being angry at Namjoonand then drinking. How did that escalate to cum all over his living room he didn't know but people do weird stuff when they've downed half a bottle of vodka.
He had some ideas about how he went to that position but he didn't want to believe it. Then he found what he had been looking at last night on his phone and his doubt solidified. His breath hitched again just looking at a rather normal photo of him and he was far beyond terrified of the effect he had on him. The loss of control over his own self, his own emotions and looking around, his own actions were just terrifying. He decided then and there, he had to avoid him at all costs.
