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THREE
As soon as he gets home, Seokjin locks himself in his room and lunges for the bed.
Mr.Jeon, Mr.Jeon, Mr.Jeon.
All he could do while Taehyung was driving him home was think about his boyfriend's father. The low timbre of his voice when he whispered those parting words to Seokjin was chilling─in the most attractive way possible. Seokjin felt filthy and bothered when Taehyung had pressed him against the car seat to kiss him languidly and the elder could only relish under the familiar scent of Mr.Jeon's shampoo that wafted off his son's hair.
Seokjin knew he had a thing for older men, the ones that could easily manhandle him into bed and hold his pliant body under their strong arms and just have their way with the teenager. He often found his gaze lingering a little too long on Coach Min or the owner of the record shop that he passed by regularly.
But this man─this man was making him feel things he'd never felt before. The urge to be cradled by Mr.Jeon and to just fucking sit on his cock was overwhelming Seokjin.
He immediately grabs his earphones from the bedside table and props a laptop infront of him. Hastily, he works on his jeans─those damned ripped jeans that were the sole cause of flashing his lingerie to Jeongguk's eyes. A part of him, a sick sick part, was so glad that he chose them.
The corner of his eyes find himself on a mirror once he's done taking off all his clothes, except for those panties. Seokjin must admit that the baby pink color sits quite well on his porcelein thighs, the tight elastic leaving faint indents on his hips. He thumbs the lacy material gently and blinks at the mirror, eyes trailing along the finger. He is not even ashamed at the fact that he's aroused, painfully so.
The pink head of his cock pokes from above the hem of the lingerie, shiny and shaved. Teasingly, he rubs his thumb against it and shivers at the feeling. The occasional brush of the lace on his sensitive cock will only chaf the thin skin but Seokjin loves the burn. "Daddy," he breathes out brokenly and clenches his thighs.
Fuck, he needs to get on his laptop.
In a frenzy of clouded lust and curiosity, Seokjin types furiously on the keys and his cock twitches in excitement. "Shit," he curses and reaches for a strewn towel to lay below him. After having pressed the play button, the teenager slides up against a fort of pillows and makes himself comfortable.
asian twink creampied by fat dick, the title reads.
Seokjin whimpers as the pixels clear out on the screen and shakily, he inserts the earphones in. He's so riled up and ready to imagine himself on the receiving end of the fat cock displayed on the screen.
Maybe Mr.Jeon had a thick girth too, Seokjin wonders and pulls the panties down with a trembling finger.
He wraps an eager hand around his pulsating dick and falls against the pillows. "Mr.Jeon~" he calls out eagerly but all he gets in reply is a whimper from the boy on screen, his little body being propped carelessly on a huge bed and two thick fingers curling inside his tight hole.
Seokjin would also be so pretty for Mr.Jeon, so complying and soft. He would do anything the older asks him to do, no second thoughts. Seokjin inhales sharply at the thought and blindly pats for his half-used bottle of tube under the pillow. Once he's got his fingers coated in the cold substance, he brings his knees to his chest and parts his thighs wide. His flexible legs go on for miles and Seokjin prides himself in keeping them shaved and soft.
The boy in the screen shouts something in Mandarin when his lover pushes the fat head of his cock against his prepped hole. Seokjin closes his eyes and imagines it's Jeongguk, his manly fingers reaching out to circle around Seokjin's puckered rim─teasing and coy. "Mr.Jeon please," Seokjin begs against a sob and his thighs tremble but the fingers don't push in.
"Mr.Jeon, I will never be a b-bad boy."
It would make Jeongguk scoff in amusement but he would comply to the younger's blabbering and slowly, scorchingly slow, he would press a lubed finger inside Seokjin's tight little hole and wiggle it─just to make the boy jump and see his petite body squirm. Seokjin keens and grits his teeth, bringing his thighs together. "Fuck." The dull burn makes him suck in a hitched breath and his tummy knots.
Trimmed nails trace around his pucker, Seokjin highly sensitive to even the lightest scratches. The pain of the first finger hasn't dulled when he fits another one inside, two fingers now sitting snugly around the delicious heat. If Jeongguk were here, watching Seokjin open himself up for his thick cock, the younger would ask him to lick around his fingers. "Please, please put your tongue in, Mr.Jeon," he would meekly request and plead, "I can take it."
He startles at the shout that rings in his ears and opens his eyes to a filthy sight. The small boy is using both his hands to part his asscheeks as the other male ejaculates into him, grunting and pulling the smaller by his sweaty locks. Seokjin licks the corner of his lips when the man pulls out and the camera zooms in on the shorter's exposed hole, all red and swelling with come.
Seokjin's mouth is watering and the porn playing on his laptop has already come to an end but he doesn't care anymore. Just imagining Jeongguk and his masculine aura has him reeling for breath. He mindlessly searches for something-anything-that he can put in his mouth. His hands grab something akin to a pen and Seokjin brings it to his drooling mouth, sucking on the cap. He would love to stuff his mouth with Mr.Jeon's cock but the world isn't that generous and beggars can't be choosers.
He prolongs his orgasm for the longest he can, not touching his angry cock but only fingering himself violently. The pen in his mouth has lolled to the pillow beside him, drenched in drool, just like his chin and collarbones. He has never cried himself to orgasm but somewhere in the middle, he presses the stray pen alongside his fingers and makes a mess─coming thick ropes of white, all over his soft abdomen and some even land on his chin. He's never come this hard.
It's all Mr.Jeon's fault, Seokjin thinks as he curls up on himself and immediately falls victim to the sleep lulling him in. He dreams of tattoos and boyish grins and sighs softly in his sleep, lips and toes curling in content.
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author's note:
um i've never written a detailed masturbation stuff before so i'm sorry if it wasn't good.
anyway kids, don't stuff pens inside your shithole okay.
