Pocket Pussy (TaeJinKook) | By Dew

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“Please I just…” Taehyung took a swing of the cheap beer and looked where Jungkook had his hands clasped, leaning on the rusted railing and staring at the sky, “I just want to touch him.”

“Are you wishing on a shooting star to finger-fuck him?” he chuckled, shaking his head when Jungkook’s brows furrowed but the boy refused to look away from the falling star.

Taehyung looked back at the sky, saw the tail of the star disappear among the clouds. He huffed a chuckle but couldn’t find himself it in himself to mock his friend.

Because if these balls of gas could actually grant wishes, he’d be travelling the world to find them.

Cause let’s be real, who doesn’t want to fuck Kim Seokjin?

“Close the damn door!” talk of the beauty and the beauty walks right up behind you in that sheer Victoria’s Secret gown which did nothing to hide what skimp thong their roommate was wearing, “I didn’t install this heater for you to open the balcony and look depressed. If you want to be Elsa so bad go do it somewhere else.”

Taehyung would probably start by fucking this beauty’s mouth. Not to shut him up, not entirely at least, but to see those blazing eyes turn watery and begging and needy below him.

“You didn’t install it, you bought it. We installed it for you”, Jungkook enjoyed the lovely shade of pink the man turned and itched to rip apart that thousands of dollars’ worth of fabric to see if his little cunt had the same color.

What, turned zero to hundred real quick?

You couldn’t blame them when one Kim Seokjin had been flaunting his wealth, lips and ass around them 24/7 for the past one year. The government decided they’ll stay indoors and Kim Seokjin decided he’ll choose that particular time to come stay in university dorms.

To understand how the less privilege live, as he had said. But till now he hadn’t really acted like the struggling, broke teenagers who eats ramen for brunch and energy drinks like water.

“That heater cost way more than your labor”, he replied with a huff, maybe because he was haughty or maybe the two had actually been out for a long time because Seokjin’s button nose was pink, “and I insisted to pay you.”

Oh, he did. Insisted, that is. Taehyung had to physically stop a groan when Seokjin was basically begging them in an oversized shirt and thigh highs.

Let’s count!

Pro 1 of quarantine: they can wear sweats all the day to hide their all time boners.

Con 1 of quarantine: Seokjin can wear oversized tops and only those tops all day that gives them their all time boners.

Jungkook wasn’t sure if he was lucky or really lucky.

“We’ll close them, so you can go sleep now”, it was early but Young Master Seokjin had a healthy sleep routine that made him prettier and the two boys hornier.

But the good thing was that their newest roommate couldn’t hear the two jacking off to his name or outright shoving their faces in the huge collection of sheer gowns that he had scattered all over the place. It was like a good start to a gay porno or a bad start to a lingerie advertisement.

“You better not do it again”, and then he turned to leave, all high chin and glaring eyes and fat ass.

It wasn’t that fat, Jungkook could agree. But it was still enough to swallow the lacey G-string and bounce with every mad step Seokjin took. Really, he couldn’t tell if this was heaven or hell. A dangly delicious peach in their faces and they couldn’t even squeeze it, much less shove their faces in between and suck at the juices.