compulsion »minjoon ; completed«

eleven

"I should've done it," Jimin spoke to himself, removing his shoes and kicking them to the side of the living room. "I should've sucked him off right there in the movie theater."

He shuffled to his room, grabbing a spare change of clothes before entering the bathroom.

Turning the shower on to warm it up, he began removing his clothes.

As he removed his boxers, he hissed. He had been hard ever since they were at the movies, not having a chance to relieve himself.

He hopped in the shower, groaning as the warm water washed over his body.

Immediately, he gripped himself and began to stroke his aching erection. As he did so, he closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip.

With his eyes closed, he imagined that Namjoon was the one touching him and pleasuring him. Just that thought drove him mad.

"N-Namjoon," he stuttered, his hand working faster.

He breathed heavily, moans and whines spilling from his lips messily and echoing inside the confined space.

"Fuck, hyung..."

He placed his unoccupied hand against the shower wall, his legs feeling weak.

His teeth sinking into his lip roughly, Jimin grunted and moved his hand as fast as he could, varying the tightness of his grip haphazardly.

It didn't take much longer for Jimin to come, his fantasies aiding in the quickness of his release.

He slowed his pace, rising out the rest of his high.

When he was done, he was panting heavily and his wrist was slightly achy.

Jimin hasn't come that intensely in his life. It was all thanks to his hyung.

Quickly showering, he made sure there were no traces of his semen left behind before he turned the water off and climbed out.

As he dried himself off, he examined his body.

His eyes trailed over his abdomen, seeing the scars from his appendectomy that occurred when he was just a boy.
The thin scratch-like scars decorating his biceps and forearms.
The scars on random knuckles – not including the scar on his left pinky finger, marking where the tip of his finger sat just above (before the accident, of course).
His eyes finally landed on the large scar placed on his right thigh.

Jimin closed his eyes and shook his head, temporarily ridding his mind of the memory.

After he was dressed, he made his way to his bedroom. He tossed his dirty clothes and wet towel into the laundry basket before getting settled into his bed.