Saranghae slippin' and fallin' [Jikook]

Chapter 2

Jimin arches his back, a soft whine escaping his lips that he tries to muffle with the fingers in his mouth. He bends his legs closer, causing the pillow to brush against his hard cock, but the movement is not enough. He humps faster against the pillow, seeking a rougher form of relief.

"Yeah, just like that…" a hoarse voice is grunting directly in his ears through the earbuds, causing Jimin to bite his lips at the intensity. He can feel goosebumps all over his skin each time he hears this voice.

Jimin humps harder on the pillow, chasing after the friction but it's still not enough, he wants so much more. Biting on his lips, he rubs a third finger at his sensitive hole, imagining it's not his own. 

"Fuck, you're so tight… So good…"

This time, Jimin can't muffle the moan escaping his mouth as he pushes his fingers further, rubbing at his entrance. He works around his rim as he pants against the pillow, smearing precum all over it. Jimin huffs, spreading his legs wider to push his fingers deeper, trying to reach that special place. The staccato rhythm of his fingers keeps up until he's knuckles deep and trembling.

He forgets the grip on his phone, letting it fall on the side of his bed. Jimin doesn't pay it any attention, his mind full already of images of strong tattooed arms gripping his body, leaving pink marks all over… Veiny hands squeezing him all over, long fingers teasing his most sensitive spots… He brings his hand to his nipple, pinching it as he imagines them being sucked and bitten.

Jimin bites his lips as he thrusts harder and faster on the pillow, the sensations so intense he can faintly hear the high pitched moaning coming from his earbuds. Can pretend it's him begging for an alpha cock to knot him.

He can feel his thighs trembling desperately when he finds his pink spot, curling his fingers just enough. Jimin loses himself to high pitched whines and moans, as he fucks himself roughly, abusing his rim as he feels heat tightening in his lower stomach. He arches his back even more, pushing his head against the sheets as he feels his release coming.

"Aah, aah, I'm…" he whimpers, face against the mattress.

"Hn, fuck you take it so good… Cum for me baby…"

These last words precipitates Jimin as he comes messily all over his pillow, a whining and drooling mess.

He collapses onto his bed, turning his head to the side so he can gasp for air more easily. For a moment, Jimin can only hear the hushed sound of his breathing and faint moaning coming from his earbuds, which are slightly falling from his ear.

Still feeling weak and uncomfortably hot all over, Jimin grabs his forgotten phone in the intent to stop the video but only lets his finger rest against the screen as he sees sweaty abs and tattooed sleeve flexing on the screen.

He can't help holding his ragged breath when he watches the man getting closer to the camera, offering a tiny glimpse of the attractive mole on his chin and wavy black hair before cutting the video, screen turning black.

Jimin can't help biting his plump lips, trying to imagine more of his face. He always tells himself that never showing his face is part of the reason why Red97 is the only man out of all his crushes that will never hurt him.

In Jimin's fantasizing mind, Red is the perfect man and the one he always runs back to at the end of the day. No matter that he discovered him on a crude porn app where strangers expose their lustful bodies for the right price, offering alluring nudes and sex vids. He only downloaded the app on impulse, curious about what an alpha's knot looked like, but upon watching the first video he found (bad boy alpha boyfriend uses toys while you're away) he just… wanted more.