As he sits in the classroom, uniform tight on his chest and sweat rolling down the sides of his face, he doesn’t have an agenda in mind. Classes are out the school day long over. Orange manifests in the sky, making the entire room glow completely. He loves days like these; the silence of the classroom and the beautiful visual. It’s peaceful in a way, enjoyable at the least. It’s his own time, away from loads of schoolwork that press him down or the exerting class activities he’s forced to participate in. He likes it this way.
Biting his lips a little, Jungkook hums to the tune blasting in his ear. He’s a fan of the piano, always had been. There’s something about the smooth key changes and the versatility of the instrument that really gets him going—
Jolting upright, Jungkook blinks his eyes, heart pounding a little fast. What was that? He’s never had company, at least, not this late at school. It’s almost six in the evening and to hear a scream like that is completely unsettling. He hesitantly moves from the chair, taking out both of his earbuds and placing it on his desk alongside his phone.
Jungkook moves out of the classroom and into the hallway.
“Hello?” His voice is a little shaky and quiet. There’s no response. “Is anybody there?” He tries again. Still, no response.
Yet, as he’s walking back to the classroom to gather his stuff, a small whine is heard from down the hall. Carefully taking steps towards the sound, Jungkook evaluates his options. It could be another student, which is most likely the case. He had stayed at school until eight one time and found two kids working on an art project on the floor in some dark classroom. In that case, he should probably help with whatever distress signal that the supposed student was sending to him. Conversely, there were more abstract, but still viable reasons for the scream. It could be a ghost, but Jungkook doesn’t really believe in those, or it could be some type of animal. Either way, it seems to him like the best option is to check it out. He’s an innately good person, always wanting to help. It only makes sense for his morality that he goes to see what’s happening.
By the time he’s at the end of the hall, there have been no more sounds made. Jungkook realizes that he’s standing in front of the student council room, door slightly ajar with a light on. Somebody’s here , he thinks to himself.
He pushes the door open, slightly squeaky on the swing. And what he’s met with is nothing like he would imagine.
Park Jimin, the school’s innocent darling president, stuck under a desk, ass out. He can’t see the other’s face, because his body is completely trapped in the opening of the chair. Jungkook doesn’t even know how Jimin got himself into this situation, head in the hole of the backing of a chair, but he can’t bring himself to ask. After all, the other’s pert big butt is staring right in front of him and Jungkook swears his pants tighten a little. Okay, maybe a lot.
“Who’s that?” His high-pitched voice squeaks. “Who’s there?”
“Uh, hi… it’s me… um, Jungkook? I’m in your class—”
A sigh of relief is let out. “Ah, Jungkook! I’m so glad you’re here.”
“W-what happened here?”
Jimin lets out a groan. “I was trying to reach for my papers on the other side of the chair and I was too lazy to go around and get them, so I thought that I could stick my head through the hole to reach it, but I got… well, stuck as you can see.”
Jungkook blinks. “Oh.”
“I know it’s a lot to ask, but… would you please help me get out? It won’t be too hard… I promise.”
He’s in a situation that he would never find himself otherwise. Jimin is adored by all at his school, being the president and all, but here he is, stuck in a chair. It would be rude for Jungkook to burst out laughing, but he wants to because how does someone even get stuck like that ? But, he doesn’t because it might be a little more serious than that. For him to pull Jimin out of the chair, he has to help him from behind, otherwise, it’ll hurt the other. He knows it will.
“Sure, sure,” he says, moving to the backside of Jimin. “I might have to… touch you in order for this to work.”
“What?” His voice gets even higher. “T-touch me?”
“No, no—” Jungkook says, a little panicky. “Not like that. I mean, I have to grab your waist and hips to pull you out… I think it’ll be the most painless way.”
“Oh… okay.” Jimin’s voice is a little hesitant and small, but understanding. “Do what you have to do.”
So Jungkook does. He lines himself up with Jimin, blush creeping on his face as he steadies his hands on Jimin’s sides and lightly tugs.
“Fuck,” the other hisses. Immediately, his hands are up in the air and away from Jimin.
“Shit, sorry did that hurt?”
“It’s okay,” Jimin says after a moment of silence. “It’s okay. Keep going.”
Hesitantly, Jungkook puts his hands back of Jimin’s hips and gives a tug. But, it’s almost useless because the other seems to be infinitely stuck in the chair. Well shit , he thinks. He has no idea what to do.
“Jimin… I don’t think that I can get you out.”
They grow silent, mulling over the options—there aren’t many. Jungkook stares at Jimin’s ass again, the tightening in his pants growing substantially. He’s thankful that he wasn’t this hard when he was trying to help Jimin, hoping the other didn’t feel it at all when his dick was pressed up against the plush globes. Honestly, he’s drooling a little bit. Jimin’s ass is the center of most boys’ sexual fantasies, gay or not. It’s not his fault that Jimin has the most perfect ass in the entire world, completely sculpted by the gods. For once, Jungkook is glad that the other doesn’t see him.
“What is it?”
“I know you’re hard.”
“What?” he sputters, red flooding his cheeks. “No, I’m not.”
He hears a sigh, innocence completely gone from Jimin’s voice. “Don’t lie.”
“So what if I am? I can’t help it if my body sees you in a compromising position like that.” Jungkook says defensively.
“Well, I have an idea… about that.”
That catches his interest. “What is it?”
“Excuse me? Did I hear you say—”
“Yes, Jungkook. Fuck me.” Jimin replies, annoyance in his tone. “The endorphins released during sex should be enough to curb my pain when you pull me out of this chair. As much as I would like to get out of this chair, I don’t think that I’ll be able to handle the pain anyway else. But, if you fuck me, the neurotransmitters should be able to help ease the pain.”
“That… this seems kind of personal,” Jungkook mumbles. “I mean, I don’t want to take your virginity or—”
“Oh please,” Jimin snorts. “I’m definitely not one.”
“My bad,” Jungkook squeaks out, the image of the other getting fucked flooding his mind. His dick twitches.
“You’ll have to prep me and stuff,” Jimin continues. “If you want to help me.”
“I…” He’s at a loss for words. If he had to fuck anybody, it would be Park Jimin. Easily. But this situation feels a little bit forced, feels a little bit wrong. Even so, he can’t help but give in. “I’ll do it.”
“Great! There’s lube in the cabinet. I don’t think there are any condoms… but I’m clean. You?”
“Yeah,” Jungkook gulps. This is really happening . “I am.”
“Why don’t you get some out and start? I want to get out of this as soon as possible.”
Jungkook nods, not particularly to anyone because Jimin can’t see him. It’s more to himself, a reassuring nod of course. He makes his way towards the cabinet that Jimin’s nodding to with his head, opening it to find a half-used bottle of lube. He doesn’t want to know why it’s half-empty.
Squirting some of it on his fingers, Jungkook warms it up in the pads of his fingers and bends down to become face to face with Jimin’s ass. “Is it okay if I take off your pants… or…”
“How else are you going to fuck me?” is Jimin’s reply. So Jungkook, with his free hand, unbuttons Jimin’s pants and pulls them down along with his briefs. His cock hangs out, average and limp.
“You’re not hard.”
“Did you expect me to be?”
“Well, I…” Jungkook mumbles. “I don’t want this to be uncomfortable for you.”
“Oh, trust me, it already is.”
Jungkook says nothing to that. He just keeps warming up the lube with his finger until it’s the temperature of his hands. Slowly, he moves his pointer finger closer to Jimin’s hole, the puckered circle surprisingly cute and pink.
“I’m going to prep you now…”
His finger connects with Jimin’s asshole and the other lurches in surprise, letting out a small whine. Jungkook traces the hole with his fingers, lube becoming more spread out as he circles it repeatedly. He can see Jimin squirming a little bit, feet clenched in anticipation. He keeps on touching the other until he sees the hole wink at him. Then, Jungkook inserts his finger slowly, Jimin unable to contain a moan. He’s half-hard now. It’s progress.
Slowly, he fucks Jimin with one finger, slightly in awe of the warmth and tightness of Jimin, and how nice it feels to have Jimin clench around him every time he hits a particular spot. Soon enough, he starts to speed up, Jimin pushing back slightly on him encouraging him to go deeper.
“Add another,” Jimin moans. “Please.”
Jungkook pushes in another finger, the stretch nice against his fingers. He lets them sit there as the other’s tightness gets used to the feeling. The hole looks so pretty, right in front of his face making his mouth water. Jimin’s loose enough where he can just slip in his tongue if he wants and taste—
So he does. Jolting forward, Jungkook lets his tongue repeat the same motion that he was doing was his fingers earlier, circling the rim while he finger fucks the other. Jimin lets out a mewl followed by a breathy sigh escaping from his mouth.
“What is it?” he asks between light slurps and kisses.
“Your t-tongue… it feels so good.”
Jungkook glances down to see Jimin’s hard cock against his stomach, twitching ever so slightly. He smiles against the rim and then pushes tongue into the hot caverns. He tastes like soap, making Jungkook groan at the thought of Jimin cleaning himself out. He had never expected the student council president to be like this—all innocent thoughts of him shattering completely. Jimin let out a whine, soft moan caressing through the air.
Continuously fucking him with both his two fingers and tongue, Jungkook could feel himself rock-hard in his pants. He had never been so turned on in his entire life. He had never thought that he would have a chance to fuck Jimin, the untouchable favorite in the class. He never thought that Jimin would let him fuck him, the thought never crossed his mind before. Jungkook slowly slipped in a third finger and removed his tongue. Jimin rutted against the chair, breathy staccato moans escaping his mouth.
Jungkook removed his fingers, the slick sound making a pop. Unbuckling his pants, Jungkook aligned himself with Jimin’s twitching asshole and slowly pushed in, hot exhale and cloudy mind in place. The heat engulfs him as he bottoms out slowly, the sensation of Jimin’s walls clenching around him pulls him into a blinding white feeling. Jimin feels so good, it’s unbelievable.
“You’re so big,” Jimin breathes out, his chest rising and falling fast. “It feels so good…”
Jimin grips the chair he was stuck in so hard, he was sure he left marks on the wood as Jungkook slides in further and further. He gasps into the open air as Jungkook intensified the feeling, moving his full length around so that he was completely inside Jimin.
As Jimin slowly gets adjusted to the new feeling, Jungkook bends over to bite into the other’s shoulder to keep him from cumming. He wanted nothing more than to snap his hips into Jimin at a brutal pace to chase his orgasm, but he didn’t want to hurt Jimin. The feeling was so good, too good to be real. Just a few minutes ago, Jungkook was listening to music and minding his own business, but now? He had his cock up in Jimin’s ass, the other seemingly enjoying it as much as he does.
“You… you can move—”
Immediately, Jungkook fucks into Jimin like it’s the only thing that matters in the world. It feels so good to have the clenching walls surround his member, so good to have Jimin’s plush ass to grab on to. He gives a small smack to the other’s jiggling butt, the fat rippling making him grin in delight.
“Just like that,” Jimin moans as Jungkook continued to snap his hips into Jimin’s and sucked deep bruises on to the side of his neck. “You make me feel so good.”
Jungkook grunts in response, picking up his pace as he chases pleasure inside of Jimin’s tightened walls. Jimin’s high and pretty moans mixed with Jungkook’s heavy breathing mixed together to create a symphony of pleasure and ecstasy that Jimin only wanted to hear more and more of. Jungkook’s thick and long member feels incredible rubbing against Jimin’s walls in the best way possible. He’s so tight, Jimin doesn’t know what to do.
Jimin starts to move along with Jungkook’s movements, pushing back to let the Jungkook take control as he searches for Jimin’s prostate, only to hear Jimin let out a pleasured scream. He finds it quickly, easily. And from each thrust onward, Jungkook hits the older’s prostate continually, making Jimin squirm in pure indulgence, head bouncing up and down. The continued attention on the neglected bundle of nerves has Jimin sobbing and seeing stars. He raked his hands in the air, trying to grab anything he can as his nails scrape the chair, only egging on the younger to pick up the speed.
“You feel so amazing, Jimin,” Jungkook whispers against his neck. Jimin whimpers at the praise. “So fucking good. I’m so close. Can I start tugging you out?”
He only gets a guttural noise in response.
Just a few seconds later, Jungkook started to thrust harder and faster, chasing his own forming orgasm. And Jimin, like a panting mess, slips one of his hands into action as he started to stroke himself at the same pace as Jungkook’s thrusts. He was close to his climax.
Jungkook breathes harshly as he wraps his fingers around Jimin’s and forces their hands to move at a faster pace. The feeling of Jimin’s own small hand around his member with Jungkook’s rough one and being filled up seemed like it was all too stimulating for Jimin.
“Now, Jungkook, now…” Jimin sobs, thighs starting to shake. “Pull me out!”
So close to his own orgasm, Jungkook grits his teeth and tugs on Jimin’s hips until the other’s head is pressed against the edges of the chair, ears bright red as he tries to yank him out of the chair. And then, Jungkook sees Jimin’s head escape from the tight constraints of the chair, popping out with a loud noise. He turns Jimin over, to meet the other’s face.
Jimin is more wrecked than he could have ever imagined. His hair is stuck to his forehead with slick sweat, puffy eyes from the tears, and drool coming out of his mouth. Jimin is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen and he just wants to savor it completely. He looks like a complete vision and Jungkook is almost tempted to just finish what he started. But, he knows better. So he pulls out fully, not wanting to do anything more than Jimin asked for.
The other’s eyes go wide. “No, Jungkook, no—”
“Jimin, I got you out of the chair… I don’t want to do anything you don’t need anymore—”
“No, please,” Jimin cries. “Please, I want it. P-please. I want your cock, Jungkook. I want it so bad.”
Jungkook grits his teeth, sweat dripping down the side of his face. “I… Jimin, I…”
“Jungkook, your cock—please,” Jimin sobs out again.
Jungkook pushes back in, dick still painfully hard. He groans as he sees Jimin’s reaction, the other gasping for air as he snaps his hips forward again. Jimin lets out a moan, pulling down him into a kiss, their teeth clashing, saliva dripping from his mouth. Tears dripped down Jimin’s face as he cries out as his pleasure rippled in waves, orgasm forcing its way through his whole body as he released his load on to his stomach, milky and white. The spasms run through Jimin’s body as he clenches down hard on Jungkook’s dick, the feeling indescribable. It almost has his cumming, but Jungkook pulls out, trying not to put him in overstimulation.
“Jungkook—Jungkook, come on my face,” Jimin breathes out weakly. “Put your cock in my mouth.”
He lifts an eyebrow, breath heavy as he pants. Jimin blinks slowly as he eyes the younger’s hard, long member, reaching out to touch it. His small hands ghosts over, an inch away, before Jimin takes the length in his hand, stroking it languidly with the lube that he’s coated in leftover from Jimin’s hole.
“Jimin…” Jungkook groans, bucking up to chase the feeling. His eyes close shut and his mouth parts slightly, a little bit of saliva slipping out. Suddenly, Jimin removes his hand and Jungkook’s eyes jerk open as he whines slightly at the loss. But it’s short-lived as Jungkook’s member suddenly resides in Jimin’s soft and plush mouth, the other moving further and further down his length and hollowed out his cheeks, making Jungkook writhe in immediate pleasure.
Using one of his free hands to fondle one of Jungkook’s balls softly, Jimin started to bob his head up and down the member, increasing his pace every so often which elicits sharp hisses from Jungkook. The feeling of Jimin’s soft mouth and swirling tongue is almost too much for him, clenching Jimin’s hair. The other moans at the gesture, thick vibrations enveloping Jungkook’s member, the stimulation pushing him to a new point. Jimin, looking up at Jungkook with pretty eyes, hollows out his cheeks and sucks a little bit harder. Jungkook feels his orgasm coming on and then, it rips through him completely.
Jimin pulls off as Jungkook orgasms, stroking him until the cum spurts on his face, painting him with white streaks. The other keeps massaging Jungkook’s cock until it falters and deflates a little bit.
They’re both panting now, Jimin with cum on his face, and Jungkook staring down at Jimin with wide eyes. Neither of them makes a move to say anything. He still is in denial that it even happened, having sex with Jimin and all. It feels and seems like a dream.
Saying nothing back to him, Jimin wipes some cum off of his cheek and sucks on his fingers. Jungkook swears his dick twitches, heat flooding his face as he realizes what he’s done.
“I’m sorry!” He blurts out. “I’m so so sorry… I—”
“It’s okay,” Jimin interrupts. “I wanted it.”
“But… but I… it doesn’t feel right. I mean, you were—”
“I’m not helpless, Jungkook,” Jimin says casually. “Well, I guess in this case I was. But it doesn’t matter because I liked it… wanted you.” He eyes Jungkook’s dick shamelessly. “Want your cock.”
Jungkook blushes, trying to cover up his oncoming erection, fueled on by Jimin’s dirty words. Jimin just moves closer to Jungkook with a predatorial glance. “Jimin, I’m…”
“What can I do to make it up to you?” Jimin purrs. “Can I give you a reward for helping me?”
Jungkook gulps. “I… I, uh…” Yes please, he thinks. The thing is that he doesn’t want Jimin to feel obligated to give him something back, but from the looks of it, Jimin’s eyes are completely focused on his now half-hard member. His dick twitches and Jimin licks his lips slowly, cum still on his lips.
“Round two, Jungkook?”
He breathes in slowly, watching the other’s every move, carefully trailing the gaze of Jimin until they meet each other’s eyes, the sly sparkle in the other’s making heat pool inside his stomach. And then he pulls Jimin up for a hard kiss.
Three hours later, they leave the school with the sky dark above with their hands intertwined. Maybe staying after school ended was the best choice he had ever made.