You Crave Attention and I Need Affection
Authour: okaykookiee
Retrieved from: Ao3
Words: 3685
Ship: Jimin×Seokjin
Summary:
"Okay, Jim, I get it. Jin huffs for the twelfth time, trying to pointedly ignore the boy following him in the library for no other reason than annoy him.
Jin's has been winding down the shelves and desks and various cushioned seats for about five minutes and Jimin just does not seem to get that. Jin is incredibly frustrated with the way Jimin's been treating him today and his blood is still boiling from the class. Jimin had a great idea to embarrass Jin in front of the world and he'd been wrong in his answers, and Jin hated nothing more than being shown up-well, maybe he hates cocky assholes who don ' t let it go afterward just as much.
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"Okay, Jimin, I get it. You can shut up now." Jin huffs for the twelfth time, trying to pointedly ignore the boy following him through the library for no other reason than to annoy him.
Jin's been winding through the shelves and desks and various cushioned seats for about five minutes and Jimin just doesn't seem to get that Jin's trying to lose him between the rows. Jin is incredibly frustrated with the way Jimin's been treating him today and his blood is still boiling from the class they'd just come from, the only class the two have together. Jimin had thought it was a lovely idea to embarrass Jin in front of everyone and announce to the world that he'd been wrong in his answers, and Jin hated nothing more than being shown up—well, maybe he hates cocky assholes who don't let it go afterward just as much.
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I'm just saying hyung, you shouldn't assume that you're correct all the time because clearly this time you weren't." Jimin says, and he's been repeating the same phrase in different ways this entire time, always coming back to Jin being wrong and himself being right, and Jin's about thirty seconds from throat-punching him into next week.
"Jimin, I said shut up." Jin's gritting his teeth now, trying not to let the anger get the best of him but he's just so pissed off for so many reasons and his dongsaeng and boyfriend taunting him about it isn't helping in the slightest. "Seriously, just drop it."
Jin can practically hear Jimin's smirk in the way his words come out. "Hyung, I just don't understand how such a self-proclaimed genius could get something so simple, so wrong. I mean, it's not like it's particularly hard to understand the Central Limit Theorem."
"That's it." Jin grumbles, checking his surroundings to make sure that they're not in too public of an area before he spins around and slams himself into Jimin, pinning the blonde against the wall of the room right under a poster for tutoring services. "I've had it with you and this cocky attitude all morning."
Jimin's gasp is loud when Jin's hips start working against his own, his head tilting back against the wall as an instinctual response to the pleasure because he knows on those rare occasions where is angry, he likes to mark Jimin. Jin doesn't take the bait however, instead choosing to grab Jimin's hand and yank him around to an even more private spot of the library, behind a few more bookshelves where Jin knows there's just one table and two chairs and a window that's higher up on the wall than the rest of them are. He'd studied here with Yoongi a few times before and they hadn't been bothered or even noticed a single time and it's the perfect spot for his plan right now.
"Hyung, what're you--”
"Hush." Jin cuts him off, sitting his bag on the table and unzipping it to dig through the contents, rummaging around in the inner pockets and pulling out a small bottle of lube that he'd stashed there for occasions like this one. "Get your slacks down and sit in the chair."
Jimin starts to shake his head but the sharp glare on Jin's face stops him short and he goes red in the face as he does what Jin requests. He undoes his pants and tugs them down to rest around his thighs, waddling the short distance over to the chair and sitting himself down. Jin drops to his knees and grabs Jimin's hips, pulling them forward on the chair and pushing at the backs of the blonde's thighs until they're against his chest.
"Hold them there." Jin commands, watching Jimin wrap his hands around his thighs to keep them in place as he reaches for the lube on the table.
Jin checks around him again to make sure no one is coming before he slides his fingers between Jimin's ass and the seat and grabs the waistband of the black cotton boxers, tugging at the elastic until it slides off and gives him access to Jimin. Jimin's face flushes an even deeper crimson and he glances around with frantic eyes like he expects someone to bust back into the area and see him like this, but every thought quickly disappears when Jin's wet fingers drag around between his cheeks. A shaky breath leaves Jimin's lips and his grip tightens around his thighs as the tips of Jin's fingers rub over his hole slowly, making him chomp down on his bottom lip to try to muffle the soft sounds and it just barely does the trick when one of Jin's fingers dips inside. Jimin's eyes flutter shut against the harsh fluorescent lights as he relaxes his muscles and his breathing speeds up, feeling every slow drag of that one finger inside of him and he knows Jin is doing it on purpose. His jaw drops as Jin starts moving his finger in and out as slowly as he possibly can, working to tease Jimin but it's clear that they don't have the kind of time or privacy to be doing this so he carefully slips the second finger in all the way.
"Fuck….hyung." Jimin breathes, sucking on his own bottom lip to stop himself from crying out any louder.
Jin responds with a smirk as he scissors his fingers apart, focusing more on opening Jimin up quickly rather than providing any sort of pleasure. He knows he's angry and he wants to punish Jimin for being a little shit but no matter how much he wants to, he can't sacrifice safety and caution for pleasure and he wants to make sure that Jimin won't actually get hurt in the wrong way. So he's careful, calculated in the way he spreads his fingers and smiling to himself every time Jimin's breath hitches and it's not a minute or so later that he's able to slide a third finger in and push them deep, deciding to taunt Jimin with just a hint of the euphoria that's sure to come. Jimin's body jumps and he momentarily loses his grip on his legs, hands slipping against the tight material of his slacks as an unexpected moan tumbles out much too loudly.
"Jimin, shut up." Jin scolds under his breath, lightly slapping the outside of Jimin's thigh to emphasize his point.
Jimin squeaks much more quietly and clamps his mouth shut tightly, Jin's fingers picking up speed inside him and making his whole body move with the force behind them. Jimin's mouth starts to open again and Jin can hear the sounds of pleasure making their way out so he quickly smacks his free hand over Jimin's mouth to muffle them as much as possible, knowing that it's the middle of the day and that there's sure to be quite a few other people in the library right now.
"Can't even keep that mouth of yours shut for five minutes, can you?" Jin growls, whispering the words right into Jimin's ear while keeping a firm hold on the blonde's mouth. "Just have to let everyone know how good I make you feel, don't you?"
Jimin nods in response, pushing out muffled moans and whines as Jin's three fingers keep fucking into him quickly, not so much opening him up anymore—since he's as stretched as he needs to be—but more driving him further off the edge and aiming to make him as willing as possible. It's working as well as it always does and Jimin can feel himself growing more desperate for more Jin by the second, his whole body rocking back and forth in an effort to get closer. His voice is pathetic when he whines out a muted 'please hyung' against Jin's hand, his forehead beading with sweat as he tries to keep himself under control at least a little bit as Jin pulls his fingers out and stands up, quickly undoing his pants and yanking them down along with his boxers.
"Keep yourself nice and open for me, babe." Jin mumbles, grabbing the lube bottle off of the table and pouring some into his hand, spreading it over his dick and watching with hooded eyes as Jimin whines quietly and slips three of his own fingers inside himself to make sure he stays perfectly stretched.
They're watching each other touch themselves and Jimin can feel his gut simmer with need as he chews on his lip and waits for Jin to come over and have him however he decides to, his throat closing on a whine that threatens to spill out. Jin can see the plea on Jimin's face and he takes pity on him, smirking as he moves closer and gestures for the blonde to stand up off the chair. Jimin does so with wobbly legs, using the table for support as Jin sits down and grabs Jimin's bare hips, pulling him back over to hover just above where Jin has his dick situated. Jimin carefully lowers himself down, checking around him to make sure there's still no one coming before letting his eyes flutter shut and properly sinking all the way down onto Jin. His breath hitches and stutters dangerously as he hangs his head and tries to adjust to Jin's size, inhaling deeply and holding it in as he wiggles his hips around a bit, only exhaling when it stings significantly less to have Jin inside so deep.
"Want you to ride me right here, do it properly, Jimin-ah." Jin mutters, rubbing his hands against Jimin's torso underneath his school shirt, putting extra pressure on his sensitive nipples and even daring to pinch at them when he knows how loud Jimin can get in response to that sort of treatment. "Want you to be a good boy for me right now, you understand me?"
Jimin whines softly and nods. "Yes, hyung." The blonde plants his feet firmly on the carpeted floor and arches his hips up just enough to move off of Jin's dick before slowly sinking himself back down. "Oh fuck."
Jin quickly shushes him and uses his grip to help him move since the pants are still around his thighs and are keeping him somewhat restricted. Jin doesn't have the patience to make Jimin fully undress and he can't feel too bad that Jimin won't stop fidgeting uncomfortably every time he moves because he deserves a bit of a hard time as part of his punishment, so he lets Jimin grind his hips down and whine about it all he wants.
"Ride me, Jimin, let me feel you." Jin commands, smacking his hand against Jimin's hip.
Jimin fights down a whine and starts properly moving his body, letting the breath punch out of him as he drops himself down harder and lifts himself up faster, using Jin’s grip as support. Jin keeps his hold tight and allows Jimin do the work, feeling his stomach twist at the loud slapping sound of his hips against Jimin's ass and thighs and his mind reeling at the thought that anyone could hear them right now and discover what they're up to. It's that thought that makes him meet Jimin halfway, his body unable to sit still any longer and his hips tilting against the chair to make each drop of Jimin's harsher than the last. Jin can feel Jimin losing steam quickly, the effort behind the action taking its toll but Jin's not planning on helping much more unless Jimin begs for it and it'll be a bittersweet victory because Jin knows that he'll get to that point sooner rather than later. He can feel it in the way Jimin's thighs are trembling and his hips are twitching, the way Jimin’s holding back whines of frustration because he wants to be fucked but he has to fuck himself. It's the most conflicted Jin's ever seen Jimin look and it'd be funny if Jin wasn't in a state of lust and he didn't need Jimin around him as much as Jimin needs Jin inside him.
"What's the matter, Jimin, are you tired baby?" Jin taunts, a little breathless at the addictive warmth of Jimin's body, smiling against the blonde's neck when Jimin nods. "I guess you don't wanna come then, huh?"
Jimin's whine is so loud that it practically rips from his throat and Jin has no choice but to close his hand around Jimin's neck and choke it off at the sides. Still, Jimin does his best to beg breathlessly. "Please, hyung, fuck me. I can't...." He doesn't finish his sentence, instead leaning forward and reaching back to grab his own cheeks and spread them open, providing Jin a perfect view of the way his ass is swallowing Jin's dick inside.
Jin gasps and his eyes are glued to the spot, his hands twitching with the need to reach out and touch. "You're not playing fair, you little slut." He chuckles, shaking his head and loosening his hold on Jimin's neck just enough that the blonde can breathe a little more properly than before, deciding that if Jimin wants to be a tease then he's going to be fucked like one which means he'll need all the air he can get before Jin knocks it out of him.
Jimin giggles, much to Jin's displeasure, so he grips Jimin's hips and forces him to brace himself on his feet more, the blonde still sitting prettily on Jin's dick. Jimin moves his hands away from himself and grabs the arms of the chair to hold himself up as Jin manhandles him around until his legs are back up against his chest and his back is fully resting on Jin's broad chest. The angle drives Jin in deeper and Jimin whimpers, earning a light slap to the back of his thigh as a warning to be quiet, the blonde quickly closing his mouth so hard that his teeth clack together and his jaw aches.
"Keep that mouth shut, Jimin, or I'll make you." Jin advises, his words biting into Jimin's foggy head and making him breath harder because it makes him weak when Jin takes control of him like that.
Jin doesn't waste another second before he's lifting his hips off the seat and slamming into Jimin, the squelching sound of lube mixed with precome making his stomach swirl with lust and need as Jimin's body jumps and bounces with the force of his thrusts. Jin's not even sure if he'd care if they got caught at this point, he'd gladly keep fucking Jimin in front of anyone and he's positive Jimin would let him. The thought makes him want to moan but he knows he shouldn't so he slips a hand into Jimin's hair and grabs it tightly, yanking the blonde's head to the side and turning it to face him so he can slide their lips together and kiss Jimin with too much tongue. Jimin lets it happen, going nearly limp besides his arms and letting Jin's tongue take control of his mouth, not even bothering to put up a fight and instead giving in to the onslaught of pleasure that overcomes his body and sends him into overdrive.
“Hyung, harder, please." Jimin pants, tossing his head back against Jin's shoulder and letting out a moan when Jin does as he asks.
"Damn it, Jimin." Jin grunts, his hips never faltering as he slaps his hand back over Jimin's mouth and covers it with a tight grip, holding the blonde's head where it is. "You just can't resist letting the whole world know who fucks you the best can you?" Jimin whimpers into Jin's palm and his nails scratch against his slacks as Jin chuckles in his ear. "You love when I fuck you hard, don't you?" Jimin nods as best he can, his legs snapping shut against his chest when Jin fucks into him even harder, the sound of it overwhelming to his ears since it's all he can really hear in the long pauses between Jin's filthy words. "Good, because I love it too."
Jimin is slowly losing his mind, the pleasure clouding more and more of his senses and Jin panting in his ear isn't helping, driving him even crazier because he can hear how good he's making Jin feel.
"Fuck, stand up, hurry." Jin demands, letting go of Jimin's mouth and shoving at his back until Jimin is up on his unsteady feet, wobbling in place and everything is shaking from being so close to release.
Jin grabs the back of Jimin's head and pushes until the blonde is bent in half, his torso pressed firmly into the wooden table and his nose brushing against Jin's backpack. Jin is quick to push himself back into Jimin's ass, going deep and keeping a hold on his head to make sure he stays down while Jin's hips start working again. He's able to move harder and fuck Jimin faster this way, using his free hand to bend Jimin's arms at the elbows and hook them behind his back and hold them there tightly, using them as a way to yank Jimin's body back to meet him halfway.
"Arch up and work for it if you wanna come, Jimin-ah, earn it." Jin commands quietly, stilling his hips no matter how much his body protests.
Jimin clenches around him at the request, bracing his weight better and bouncing his ass back and forth against Jin. "Shit."
Jimin works his hips quickly, his breath dampening the table as it puffs out of his swollen lips and his trembling legs struggle to support his weight with Jin still holding his arms back.
“Come on, Jimin, do better or I'm coming and leaving you like this." Jin warns quietly, his voice tight with pleasure and he has to fight to keep it stern.
Jimin doubles his efforts, slamming his body back and grinding his ass in tight circles against Jin's hips, clenching his muscles as hard as he can and he can feel himself starting to let go. He’s working fast towards his high, bouncing on Jin harshly and fighting to hold back his shouts.
Jin's hand in his hair tightens and pulls until Jimin's head is bent back harshly and he can hardly breathe right, Jin's voice taunting in his ear. "Tell me you're sorry and you can come." He prompts, picking up the work again and fucking Jimin roughly into the table, his force clear in the way their bodies slap together.
Jimin keeps his mouth shut tight, holding onto his last shred of pride for as long as he can even though he wants to give in and say it for the sake of his orgasm. His body's needs are very quickly outweighing his need to be cocky, however, and Jin must be able to tell because he fucks Jimin harder and lets go of both of the blonde's arms in favor of reaching around the front of him to grab at his dick and jerk Jimin off. Jimin can feel himself teetering on the edge, so close he can taste it and it drives him crazier that he can see the shadows of people walking around outside through the window that's just barely above where he is and that he can hear people whispering about their classes on the other side of the bookshelves and he can't hold it back anymore—he needs to come more than anything right now.
"I'm sorry, hyung." Jimin whispers breathlessly, his hands slapping loudly against the table as Jin keeps a tight hold on his hair.
"For what?" Jin prods, knowing he's driving Jimin insane and relishing in the thought.
Jimin whines and involuntarily arches his back. "For....embarrassing you....in class....hyung, oh, fuck, please."
Jin lets go of Jimin's hair and grabs his hips, yanking him back and thrusting forward full force and he's afraid Jimin might start screaming until the blonde seizes up and every muscle contracts and he's quaking against Jin's body, his own hand shoved hard over his mouth to muffle the sounds he can't control as he comes along his lower stomach right under where his loose shirt is hanging down. Jimin's legs have gone numb and he can tell they're about to give out as Jin fucks him through it, using Jimin's body to get himself off now and it doesn't take long for the pleasure to crash into him. Jin keeps his groan as quiet as possible, burying his face in Jimin's back where the shirt is bunched up, breathing heavily and letting his hips twitch sporadically until he's completely finished. With more effort than he thought it would take, Jin stands himself up straight and carefully pulls out of Jimin, squeezing his eyes shut to avoid looking at the way his own come spills out after him. Jimin whimpers and stays still even when Jin's completely off of him, his energy absolutely gone as he listens to Jin get himself dressed again.
“Jimin, we gotta get out of here, come on." Jin chuckles, shaking his head when Jimin still doesn't move and taking pity on the poor boy, reaching around and pulling the blonde's boxers and pants back over his hips and doing them up.
Jimin finally manages to lift his upper body off of the table as Jin slings his backpack over his shoulder but his legs wobble dangerously and they're still a little numb. "I can’t feel my legs, hyung." He whispers, suddenly much more concerned with staying quiet.
Jin laughs louder at that, leaning and kissing Jimin's cheek before swatting playfully at his ass and backing away from him, turning mostly around the corner until he decides to poke his head back in with a smirk on his face. "Don’t mess with me next time then, babe."
Jimin's jaw drops as Jin disappears behind the bookcases and he's left leaning heavily on the table for support, his stomach sticky with his own come and the back of his slacks damp with Jin's.
