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Quickie at Tiffany's

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“You want me to do what?” Jimin asks.

He does his best to keep his voice low because he doesn’t want to attract any attention on the conversation he’s having with Jungkook. Jungkook who’s looking at him with a cocky grin on his face. Jimin has to stop himself from rolling his eyes at him.

“I thought about it last night,” Jungkook says, leaning against the table. “I imagined us fucking in a public bathroom, I cum on your face and make you walk back to the car with it.”

“You want me to walk through this coffee shop with cum on my face?” Jimin frowns. “You can’t be serious.”

“We don’t have to do it,” Jungkook shrugs. “It’s just a fantasy of mine.”

Jimin sighs before wrapping his lips around the straw of his iced coffee. It’s not unusual for them to talk about their fantasies so openly. They’re an adventurous couple, they like to try new things and add spice to their sex life. They’ve had sex in a public place before. Jungkook has come on his face before.

But actually walking in public with cum on his face? That’s definitely a first.

The idea sounds appealing in theory. Being covered in Jungkook’s cum for everyone to see, for everyone to know he belongs to Jungkook. The image gets him all hot and bothered.

But in reality? He’s pretty sure the people in this coffee shop could press charges for public indecency.

Jimin likes being humiliated during sex. He likes to be called names and to be mocked by Jungkook. He loves when Jungkook calls him a dumb little cockslut, when he pins him down and makes him take his cock. The thought of people seeing him with his boyfriend’s cum all over his face, seeing how he loves cock so much he couldn’t even wait to be home to get fucked, that gets him going.

Jungkook just had to mention the idea and Jimin’s already considering doing it.

He doesn’t want people to actually see him with cum on his face but the idea turns him on so much his face is on fire. He squeezes his legs shut and squirms on his chair. It feels like everyone is looking at him already, like they know what he’s thinking about.

Jungkook looks totally unaffected. He’s happily munching on his hotteok, looking like innocence itself. Jimin hates when he does this. When he says something sexual and acts like he’s talking about the weather.

“How would it work?” Jimin mumbles, playing with his straw. He can’t believe he’s really considering doing this.

When Jungkook looks up he looks smug. Jimin wants to kick him in the shins.

“I knew you’d like the idea.”

“I didn’t say I’ll do it,” Jimin shakes his head. “I’m just wondering how you think I can walk out of here without getting caught.” Jimin leans against the table, “Because if you think I’m letting strangers see me with your cum on my face, think again.”

Jungkook chuckles before reaching for his backpack. He takes a black cap out of it and puts it in the middle of the table. Jimin frowns at it.

“You can wear this if you feel brave,” Jungkook says, arms wrapped around his backpack and smug grin still on his face, “but if you want a safer option you can wear my sweater. The hood is big enough to hide your face.”

Jimin bites on his bottom lip and scoffs. “I see you came prepared.”

“Just in case,” Jungkook shrugs.

Jimin is starting to doubt the fact Jungkook thought about this only last night. He’s put thought into it. He even brought Jimin to a coffee shop that isn’t too crowded. Jungkook is a great boyfriend, he always makes sure Jimin’s comfortable with whatever they’re doing. It’s easy to try things out with him because Jimin trusts him. The experience is always enjoyable.

Jimin likes the idea of getting caught, he likes the idea of fucking in a public place and he likes having sex with Jungkook. There’s no reason for him to say no.

“Okay,” Jimin says, pushing his chair back, “let’s do it.”

“Right now?” Jungkook asks, eyes wide.

“Right now. I’ll go first, meet me in five minutes,” Jimin smirks as he stands up.

He winks at Jungkook before heading to the bathroom. It’s empty when Jimin walks in. The room is pretty small, there’s only two stalls and two sinks. Jimin picks the one that’s the furthest away from the door. He locks the door behind him and sits on the toilet, waiting for Jungkook.

A few minutes later, the bathroom door opens and Jimin hears someone walking up to his stall. There’s a knock on the door followed by a whispered “It’s me” that makes him laugh. Jimin stands up and unlocks the door to let Jungkook in. The space becomes cramped as soon as they’re both inside. Jungkook locks the door and leans against it, smirking at Jimin.

“Give me your backpack,” Jimin says.

It’s a struggle to get it off of Jungkook’s shoulders but Jimin eventually manages to put it on the floor next to the toilet. Jimin doesn’t have time to turn back around because Jungkook’s hands are on his hips and his broad chest is warm against his back. Jimin leans into the touch, sighing contentedly when he feels Jungkook’s lips against his neck.

“You think you can stay quiet for me baby?” Jungkook whispers before peppering kisses on Jimin’s soft skin.

“You trained me to be quiet.”

“I did,” Jungkook smirks. “My baby’s a fast learner.”

Jimin rests his head against Jungkook’s shoulder, exposing more of his neck in the process. Jungkook slides his hands over Jimin’s stomach, teasing the hem of his shirt. Jimin rests his hands over Jungkook’s to intertwine their fingers. He can feel Jungkook smile in the crook of his neck.

“So what’s it gonna be?” Jungkook asks before leaving a kiss on Jimin’s jaw.

“What do you mean?”

“The cap or my sweater?”

Is Jimin feeling brave enough to just wear a cap? It won’t hide his entire face and the risk of getting caught is higher which is exciting. Jungkook’s sweater is safer, he’s sure he won’t get caught but he’ll still feel shame from walking in public with cum on his face.

“Your sweater,” Jimin says.

“Okay,” Jungkook kisses his cheeks, “you should put it on now.”

Jungkook detaches himself from Jimin and when Jimin turns around he’s already taking it off.

“You want me to wear it while you fuck me?”

“If you put it on after I cum on your face you’ll just wipe it away,” Jungkook says, handing his sweater to Jimin.

“Ah,” Jimin nods and smiles, “you don’t want me to ruin your masterpiece”

“Exactly,” Jungkook smiles back.

Jimin puts it on and he already feels hot. He already knows he’s gonna be a sweaty mess once they’re done. He’s drowning in Jungkook’s sweater, it falls all the way to his mid thighs and his hands are drowning in the sleeves. Jungkook always says he loves when Jimin wears his clothes because it makes him look even smaller. He says Jimin looks cute in his clothes.

“Come here,” Jungkook whispers, eyes dark.

He grabs Jimin’s hips and brings their bodies together. Jimin rests his hands on Jungkook’s chest. There’s heat in Jungkook’s eyes, he looks like he’s about to devour Jimin whole. He’s probably already thinking about Jimin walking out with cum all over his face. Jungkook can get possessive during sex, he loves marking Jimin up with bruises and his cum.

On some nights, one orgasm isn’t enough to satisfy him. He fucks Jimin over and over again until he’s covered in cum. Jimin loves these nights the best. He loses himself in Jungkook, most of the time he can barely remember what happened. He gets so drunk on cock, his mind goes blank.

Jungkook catches his lips in a heated kiss, moving them until Jimin is pinned against the stall door. Jimin wraps his arms around Jungkook’s neck, burying his fingers in his hair but Jungkook doesn’t let him do it for long. He grabs Jimin’s wrists and pins them above his head. Jimin whines into the kiss, heat pooling in the pit of his stomach.

Jungkook sucks on Jimin’s bottom lip and tilts his head to the side to deepen the kiss. Jimin lets him lead and does his best to keep up. Jungkook kisses him like a starved man. He forces Jimin’s mouth open with his tongue and pushes his thigh in between his legs. It brushes against Jimin’s hardening cock, sending sparks of pleasure to his spine.

Jimin pushes against Jungkook’s hold just to rile him up some more. Jungkook groans and slams Jimin’s wrists back against the door, grinding his muscular thigh on Jimin’s cock, making him whimper. Jimin’s dick twitches at the show of strength and if he could he’d smile but Jungkook’s fucking his tongue in and out of his mouth.

Jimin rolls his hips against Jungkook’s thigh, getting himself off as best as he can while being pinned down. He can already feel sweat accumulating in the small of his back. Jungkook bites on his bottom lip before breaking the kiss and burying his face in Jimin’s neck. Jimin throws his head back against the door and tries to catch his breath.

Jungkook leaves a trail of open mouthed kisses down Jimin’s neck before biting on a soft spot of skin to suck a mark there. A breathy moan escapes Jimin’s parted lips. Jungkook’s grip on his wrists almost hurts and Jimin loves it. Jungkook licks over his hickey before kissing down the other side of Jimin’s neck.

Jungkook feels so strong and big against him, Jimin can barely move. He’s at Jungkook’s mercy, all he can do is take whatever Jungkook gives him. The room is filled with the sound of Jimin’s erratic breathing and the sound of Jungkook’s wet kisses against his skin.

“Jungkook come on we don’t have all day,” Jimin whispers, bucking his hips up.

Jungkook’s response is to grind his hips against Jimin’s hard. Jimin has to stop a loud moan from escaping his mouth. Jungkook’s cock is so hard against is hip, Jimin’s mouth waters.

Jungkook licks over the third mark he’s left on Jimin before looking at him. His pupils are dilated and his lips are so red. They look so inviting. Jimin leans forward to kiss him but Jungkook wraps a hand around his jaw and pushes his head back against the door. Jimin gasps, hand gripping Jungkook’s bicep.

“Be a good boy and let me take care of you baby,” Jungkook breathes out.

“Just fuck me.”

“Why are you so impatient?” Jungkook smirks, brushing his lips against Jimin’s but never kissing him.

“We’ll get caught if we take too long.”

“Let them catch us,” Jungkook kisses Jimin’s cheek before whispering in his ear. “Isn’t that what you like baby? The idea of someone catching you with a mouthful of cock?”

Jimin squeezes his eyes shut and tries to close his legs but Jungkook’s thigh is in the way. His face is burning, his cock is already leaking precome. Adrenaline is running through his veins and arousal is churning in the pit of his stomach. Jungkook’s words send his brain into overdrive, images of himself getting caught on his knees for Jungkook by a complete stranger sets his entire body on fire.

“Please,” Jimin doesn’t know what he’s pleading for.

“Cute,” Jungkook hums against his cheek, “so fucking cute.”

He catches Jimin’s lips in another heated kiss and buries his free hand in his hair to tug his head back. Jimin groans into the kiss, hand flying to Jungkook’s hips. Jungkook intertwines their fingers above Jimin’s head. He sucks on Jimin’s tongue before breaking the kiss. He lets go of Jimin’s hair and uses their intertwined hands to spin him around, just like dancers do. It makes Jimin giggle.

Their hands rest over Jimin’s stomach as Jungkook peppers kisses on his neck. Jimin can’t help but grind his ass back on Jungkook’s hard cock. Jungkook moans in the crook of his neck.

“Come on baby, hands on the door,” Jungkook says, taking Jimin’s wrists to do it himself. Jimin obeys. “Let’s take these off.”

Jungkook lifts Jimin’s sweater up to undo his pants. He makes quick work of them, sliding them down Jimin’s legs all the way to his ankles. He does the same with his boxers until Jimin’s ass is out.

“Bite on this,” Jungkook says, offering him the hem of his sweater.

Jimin bites on it, exposing his ass and stomach. It’ll help him keep quiet. Jungkook groans behind him. Jimin shivers when he feels his big hands on his ass. Jungkook plays with the flesh, squeezing his cheeks together before spreading them apart to expose his pink hole. Jimin’s cock is flushed against his stomach, precome dripping down the tip.

“I really want to eat you out,” Jungkook says. Jimin whimpers. “Should I make you come on my tongue baby?”

Jimin shakes his head. Any other day he’d say yes but it takes him ages to come just from rimming and they don’t have enough time. Jimin arches his back to push his ass back invitingly. He just wants Jungkook to fuck him already. They can fuck some more and take their time when they get home.

“What if I want to?” Jungkook grips Jimin’s waist and pushes his clothed cock against his ass.

“Can’t,” Jimin mumbles around the fabric in his mouth.

Jungkook slides a hand down Jimin’s body, brushing the tip of his fingers against his firm stomach before wrapping around his cock. Jimin whimpers and bucks into the touch. Jungkook’s hold isn’t tight enough, it’s almost torturous. Jimin needs more, he wants to wrap his own hand around Jungkook’s and help him jerk himself off. He doesn’t though because Jungkook didn’t say he could.

Jungkook runs his thumb over the head of Jimin’s cock, smearing precome all over it. Jimin drops his forehead against the door, hands clenching into fists.

“You’re so wet,” Jungkook says tauntingly. “You’re so easy baby.”

Jimin whines and tries to fuck into Jungkook’s hand but Jungkook is holding him still by the hips. He strokes Jimin’s cock but it’s too slow. He’s not touching him where he wants him.

“All I had to do was mention my little idea and you got all hot and bothered,” Jungkook chuckles against Jimin’s shoulder. “Such a filthy baby.”

Jimin is going to lose his mind and his patience. His hands are shaking from how hard he’s trying not to move. He wants to be good for Jungkook but Jungkook is being so mean. Why should he be good if he’s not going to be rewarded?

Jimin slides a hand in between their bodies to cup Jungkook’s crotch. He holds the hem of his shirt in his other hand so he can talk too.

“You seem pretty easy too judging from how hard you are.”

Jungkook groans and bucks his hips up into Jimin’s hand. His hold around Jimin’s shaft tightens, making him moan.

“Stop talking and get your cock in me Jungkook.”

Jungkook moves his hand to Jimin’s hair to pull his head back. “You’re a fucking brat,” he grunts in Jimin’s ear. “Should I fuck the brat out of you?”

“I don’t care as long as you fuck me,” Jimin smirks.

Jungkook chuckles darkly before licking a stripe up Jimin’s ear. It makes him shiver.

“Fine, I’ll give it to you.”

Jungkook completely lets go of Jimin and it almost makes him dizzy. He has to catch himself on the door. When he looks over his shoulder Jungkook is rummaging through his backpack for the bottle of lube they always bring with them wherever they go. When he turns to Jimin, his hair is disheveled and he already looks wrecked. Want is written all over his face and it only turns Jimin on more.

Jungkook tugs on Jimin’s hips to make him bend over. Jimin puts the hem of his sweater back in his mouth and leans his hands on the door. He hears the telltale sound of lube being poured on Jungkook’s fingers.

Jungkook uses his clean hand to spread Jimin’s ass and when he brushes the tips of his fingers against Jimin’s hole they’re warm. Jimin sighs when Jungkook circles two fingers around his rim. Jungkook doesn’t waste any time before pushing his middle finger in. Jimin clenches his fist and bites harder on his sweater.

The stretch is easy since they had sex last night. Jungkook’s fingers are so long they always reach deep inside of Jimin. He fucks into Jimin slowly. Jimin knows he’s avoiding his prostate on purpose because he knows exactly how to find it. Jimin rolls his eyes, his boyfriend can be so petty.

It becomes more pleasurable when Jungkook adds in a second finger. The stretch feels so nice and it’s a lot more than Jimin’s fingers. Jungkook kisses the back of Jimin’s head before peppering kisses on his neck. Jimin moans and fucks himself back on Jungkook’s fingers.

“You’re so tight baby,” Jungkook whispers. “I can’t wait to put my cock in you.”

Jimin whimpers as he nods. He can’t talk but Jungkook knows he wants it just as much. Jungkook alternates between fucking him slow and fast. The drag of his fingers against his walls feel heavenly. He could come just from this. He’s done it many times. Jungkook knows exactly how to drive him crazy with his fingers.

Jimin’s voice break on a moan when Jungkook crooks his fingers just right, sparks of pleasure shooting straight down his spine. Jungkook wraps his arm around Jimin’s waist to keep him still as he jackhammers his fingers into his prostate. Jimin can’t contain his moans, the hem of his sweater falls from his mouth and the sounds escaping from his parted lips echo through the room.

He’s being too loud but he can’t help it. He can’t even see properly, the abuse on his prostate feels too good.

“You like that baby?” Jungkook asks and if Jimin could move he’d punch him right now. “Might wanna keep your voice down, people might hear you.”

Jimin closes his mouth and squirms in Jungkook’s hold to change the angle to stop his fingers from hitting his prostate dead on every time. It doesn’t work, Jungkook’s hold is too strong. Jimin is about to cry out in pleasure when the bathroom door opens. Jungkook stops moving his fingers entirely and throws a hand over Jimin’s mouth to keep him quiet. Jimin’s eyes are wide and panic settles in the pit of his stomach.

He expects the man to say something, to tell them they need to leave right now, but it never comes. Instead he walks to the urinals to take care of his business. Jimin for sure thought they just got caught. He releases a relieved breath as quietly as he can.

Jungkook’s fingers are still buried deep inside of him and he’s breathing heavily in his ear. Precome is dripping down Jimin’s cock, he hasn’t been this wet in a while. His heart is racing in his chest and drops of sweat are rolling down his temples.

Jimin clenches around Jungkook’s fingers when he starts moving again. His eyes widen some more when he realizes Jungkook is just going to finger him with another person in the room.

Jungkook fucks his fingers in and out of him slowly, to avoid making too much noise. Jimin clenches his hole every time the lube makes a squelching noise. There’s panic and arousal in his stomach. He doesn’t know how to feel. He can hear the man whistling, minding his own business, while he’s being finger fucked a few feet away.

If the man looked carefully he could probably see their shadow peeking through the bottom of the door. If he listened more closely he’d definitely hear Jimin’s soft whimpers and Jungkook’s erratic breathing.

“What would he think if he saw you like this baby?” Jungkook whispers when the man flushes the urinal. “You think he’d stay and watch you get fucked?”

Jimin squeezes his eyes shut and holds onto Jungkook’s forearm. He’s still covering his mouth. He quickens the pace of his fingers, driving Jimin crazy every time the tip of his fingers brush against his prostate.

“He’d see just how well you take cock baby, how much you like it,” Jungkook continues as the man washes his hands.

Jimin fucks himself back on Jungkook’s fingers. He’s getting closer and closer to the edge. It’s not just about how skillful Jungkook is with his fingers, it’s about how close he is to getting caught. His face is burning with shame, his cock twitches in interest, it’s a confusing but exhilarating feeling.

“Gorgeous cockslut of mine,” Jungkook grunts out when the door slams shut.

He takes his hand off Jimin’s mouth to dig his fingers in his hip instead. Jimin tries to take a deep breath but it gets stuck in his throat when Jungkook adds a third finger in and jackhammers them into him.

Jimin leans his hands back against the door and spreads his legs as wide as he can with his pants around his ankles. He wants to touch himself so bad, wants to make himself come so bad. He’s so close, so, so close.

Jimin whines when Jungkook pulls his fingers out, looking over his shoulder to glare at him. Jungkook isn’t looking at him, he’s too busy taking his cock out of his pants. Jimin almost drools at the sight of his hard and red cock. Jungkook bends down to grab the lube and pours way more than necessary on his cock, smearing it until it’s all wet and ready for Jimin.

Jungkook drops the bottle on the floor and looks behind him. He grips Jimin’s hips and walks them backwards until he’s sitting on the toilet seat. Jimin struggles not to fall on his ass, catching himself on Jungkook’s forearms.

“Sit on my cock baby,” Jungkook says. He sounds completely wrecked.

“Like this?”

“Yeah, come on.”

Jungkook tugs on Jimin’s hips impatiently and Jimin has half a mind to tease him. He’s too horny for that though. He bends down, holding himself up with a hand on Jungkook’s thigh. He hovers over Jungkook’s cock and guides it to his hole. Jungkook steadies him by the hips.

Jimin sighs contentedly when he sinks down on Jungkook’s cock. He digs his fingers in Jungkook’s thighs, sitting on his lap with his cock buried deep inside of him. Jungkook is panting in his ear, cock twitching when the pleasure becomes too much. Jimin sits there until he adjusts to the stretch.

“You okay baby?” Jungkook asks, running his hands up and down Jimin’s sides.

“Yeah,” Jimin breathes out, nodding.

“Take your time.”

“Kiss me,” Jimin says, turning his head to offer his lips to Jungkook.

Jungkook grants him his wish, meeting him in a kiss. The angle is awkward but Jimin needs it. Jungkook cups the side of Jimin’s face and rubs a thumb over his cheek. Jimin sucks on Jungkook’s bottom lip and clenches around his cock. Jungkook releases a delicious moan against his mouth.

Jimin pecks him one last time before pulling away, turning back to face the door. He uses his hold on Jungkook’s thighs to lift himself up before sinking back down on his cock. The both of them groan at the first slide of Jungkook’s cock inside Jimin. Jungkook holds Jimin’s hips to help him up.

Jimin starts slowly, using Jungkook’s cock to get himself off. He rolls his hips to find the perfect angle. Jungkook is so deep inside of him, it feels amazing. He moans when he finally finds his prostate. He keeps the angle and starts fucking himself earnestly.

“Fuck baby,” Jungkook groans, nails digging in the flesh of Jimin’s waist. “That’s it, just like that.”

Jimin bounces on Jungkook’s cock, going faster and harder at every thrusts. Jungkook is holding onto him for dear life. Jimin can feel him fuck up into him from time to time. Jimin takes Jungkook’s cock so well, lifting his hips up until only the tip remains inside of him and slamming back down on his cock. His ass slaps against Jungkook’s thighs every time. The sound is as obscene as the squelch of the lube.

He alternates between rolling his hips to massage his prostate with the tip of Jungkook’s cock and fucking himself on it. Jungkook lets him set his own pace, helping him up when Jimin is struggling. Jimin tries to muffle his moans as best as he can but it’s hard when Jungkook’s cock makes him feel so good.

His thighs are burning from the effort after only a few minutes and he knows he won’t be able to ride Jungkook for much longer. He tries to keep going as long as he can, until his hands are so sweaty they start sliding off of Jungkook’s thighs.

Jimin sees stars every time he fucks Jungkook’s cock into his sweet spot. Jungkook’s cock fills him up so well, the stretch feels heavenly. He loves his cock so much he can spend hours just taking it in many different positions. He loves taking cock until he’s worn out, whole body aching from a good pounding.

He needs it harder, faster but the position doesn’t allow him to. Jimin’s panting, sweat rolling down his face. He fucks himself down on Jungkook’s cock one last time before falling back against his chest.

“I can’t,” Jimin breathes out, “I can’t anymore Jungkook. Please.”

“On your hands and knees baby,” Jungkook pushes Jimin off of his lap and Jimin does as he’s told. The floor isn’t totally clean but Jimin doesn’t care right now, he just wants to come. Jungkook kneels behind him and grabs his hips to guide him to his cock. “You did so good, let me take care of you.”

Jimin moans loudly when Jungkook slams his cock back into him. He doesn’t waste any time before pounding into him hard and fast. Jimin bites on the collar of his sweater to keep his noises down. He leans his body on his forearms and rests his head on them. Jungkook pushes his sweater and shirt down his back to expose more skin. The air on his sweaty back makes Jimin shiver.

Jimin spreads his legs wider and arches his back, taking Jungkook’s cock like a good cockslut. They’re being way too loud, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room and if someone was to walk by the bathroom they would definitely hear them.

Jimin doesn’t know how he ended up face down, ass up on a dirty bathroom floor when they were supposed to be on a romantic date. It’s like they can’t help themselves every time they go somewhere they have to get each other off some way or another. Most of the times it’s just a quick handjob or blowjob but never this.

This makes Jimin feel like a dirty slut.

And maybe he is.

Jungkook digs his fingers in Jimin’s hips so hard it hurts. It hurts so good. His balls slap against Jimin’s ass at every thrust. He’s not holding back, he fucks Jimin as if they were in the privacy of their bedroom. He always taunts Jimin, always teases him about his exhibitionism kink but he’s no better. Jimin’s pretty sure Jungkook would actually like to get caught fucking Jimin like this. He’d love to fuck Jimin in front of people just to show them who he belongs to.

“Look at you,” Jungkook groans, never slowing down, “you’re so fucking hot baby.”

The praise makes Jimin’s cock twitch. He’s drooling all over the fabric in his mouth, he’s sweating so much his knees keep sliding on the floor. Jungkook is relentless with his fucking. He slams Jimin’s ass down onto his cock every time he fucks in.

“Are you close baby?”

Jimin is too busy whimpering to answer but he still manages to nod. His abs clench every time Jungkook’s cock hits his prostate and he can feel pressure building in his stomach. He’s so fucking close but it’s almost too much for him to come. All he can feel is pleasure and the drag of Jungkook’s cock against his walls. He can’t think, he can barely breathe. He wants to come but he doesn’t want it to be over.

“Touch yourself,” Jungkook says in between moans. “Fuck, I’m so close.”

It’s hard for Jimin to move when he’s being fucked into the floor but he still manages to slide a hand in between his legs to wrap it around his wet cock. Jungkook jostles his body every time he fucks in which makes it difficult for him to find a proper rhythm. He squeezes his hand tight around his length and tries to match Jungkook’s pace.

Jungkook’s thrusts are becoming erratic which means he’s going to come soon. Jimin knows he won’t let himself come until Jimin does. He slows his pace down, fucking into him deep and slow. It’s almost worse than being pounded for Jimin. This way he can feel the length of Jungkook’s cock even more and it sets his every nerve on fire. His toes curl inside his shoes as he strokes himself faster.

“Come on baby, come for me.”

Jimin fucks himself back on Jungkook’s cock until he feels his balls tighten and he comes all over the floor and his hand. He jerks forward and whimpers every time Jungkook’s cock hits his sensitive prostate. Jungkook shushes him and runs his hands down his back.

“That’s it baby, good boy.”

Jimin strokes himself into oversensitivity, just like he loves it. It hurts but it feels so good. Jungkook keeps fucking him nice and slow, until Jimin lets go of his cock.

“I’m getting close,” Jungkook breathes out. He quickens his pace again and Jimin just lies there and takes it. If Jungkook weren’t so close he’d let him fuck a second orgasm out of him. Jungkook jackhammers into Jimin for a few more amazing seconds before pulling out.

“Baby come here,” he sounds like he’s holding his breath.

Jimin turns around quickly and kneels in front of Jungkook who’s now standing up. He holds onto Jungkook’s thighs, closes his eyes and opens his mouth. Jungkook strokes his cock hard and fast, grunting louder the closer he gets to his orgasm.

Jimin opens his eyes and looks up at him through his eyelashes. “Come on my face. Make me yours.”

“Ah, fuck.”

Jimin barely has time to close his eyes again when he feels the first streak of warm cum on his cheek. Jungkook fists Jimin’s hair to keep him place as he continues to come. Some end up on Jimin’s tongue, on his chin, his forehead and nose.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jungkook keeps moaning until he’s finished.

Jimin tries to open one eye and he’s relieved when no cum gets in it. He opens the second one and he meets Jungkook’s dark gaze. He must be a sight, on his knees with cum all over his face. His face is probably flushed pink and his hair is matted to his temples.

They’re both panting, just staring at each other. Jimin makes a show of swallowing the cum that got on his tongue, licking his lips clean.

“You’re so beautiful,” Jungkook breathes out. He looks in awe.

Jimin smiles up at him and extends his hand. Jungkook takes it and helps him up on his feet. Jimin pecks him on the lips quickly, doing his best not to smear cum on Jungkook’s face. It makes Jungkook smile.

“That was a good one,” Jimin says. “I can’t feel my legs anymore.”

“I know, my knees hurt like hell,” Jungkook winces. “You were amazing. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Jimin strokes his cheek gently, “but we need to hurry before this dries.” He points at the cum on his face.

“You’re actually gonna do it?” Jungkook asks. He sounds surprised.

“Well, yeah,” Jimin says as he bends down to put his boxers and pants back on. He can already feel Jungkook’s cum running down his face. “That’s why we came here for, isn’t it?”

“Yeah but I didn’t think you would actually do it.”

“What’s the point of bringing up the idea then?” Jimin frowns. He takes some toilet paper and cleans his cum off of the floor. Jungkook puts his pants back on.

“I just wanted to turn you on so I could fuck you in the bathroom.”

Jimin throws the dirty paper in the toilet and flushes it down. “Do you want me to do it or not?”

“Yeah, that’s hot,” Jungkook smirks. “You look so good right now I could go again to be honest.”

“We can’t,” Jimin says before putting the hood of Jungkook’s sweater on. “Can you see my face?”

Jungkook rearranges it. “Now you can’t.”

“Okay,” Jimin takes a deep breath, “let’s go then.”

Jimin doesn’t wait for an answer before he unlocks the door and walks out of the stall. He stops in front of the bathroom door, something uncomfortable churning in the pit of his stomach. He’s nervous. He doesn’t know what he would do if he actually got caught. He’s also kind of excited.

“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to,” Jungkook whispers. He rests his hands on Jimin’s hips.

“I wanna do it,” Jimin says before opening the door.

His heart drops when he hears the chatter of the people sitting in the coffee shop. It’s real. He’s actually doing this. There’s a chance these people heard them having sex, they might all stare at Jimin as soon as he steps out of the bathroom. Jimin takes another deep breath and hurries out of the room.

It probably only takes him a few seconds to get to the front door but it feels like hours. His face is burning with shame and yet he can feel himself get worked up all over again. Jimin keeps his head down. No one can see him but he knows he has a face full of cum in front of complete strangers. It’s so dirty and yet he loves the feeling of it. He doesn’t know if people are looking at him but it feels like there’s a hundred eyes on him.

He pushes the door open and scrunches his nose up in disgust when the air hits the drying cum on his face. It feels so uncomfortable and all he wants to do is to wipe it off but he needs to reach their car first. He walks as quick as possible without running otherwise it would attract attention. He walks by at least ten people who have no idea he’s just got his brains fucked out a few minutes ago.

Jimin finally reaches their car but he curses when he realizes that Jungkook has the keys. He doesn’t want to look behind him to check where he is because he’s too scared of getting caught. It doesn’t take long until he hears the doors unlock and he rushes inside. When he’s finally sat on the passenger seat he sighs in relief. The door of the driver’s seat opens and Jungkook gets in.

“You did it,” Jungkook breathes out. “I can’t believe you did it.”

Jimin opens the glove box to look for tissues and he panics when he realizes he has nothing to wipe Jungkook’s cum off of his face.

“Do you have a tissue?” he asks.

“I took some toilet paper. Look at me,” Jungkook says. Jimin sighs in relief.

He turns to Jungkook who takes hold of his chin. Jimin pushes his hood back a little, not enough to uncover his face completely.

“You look pretty like this. It breaks my heart to wipe it off.”

“You say that because you’ve never had drying cum on your face. Hurry Jungkook.”

Jungkook laughs but does as he’s told. Jimin closes his eyes and lets Jungkook clean his face. It feels horrible, but he doesn’t regret doing what he did. It was one of the hottest things he’s ever done and he’ll probably get off to the thought of it later.

“There,” Jungkook says when he’s done, “my dirty baby’s all clean now.”

“Shut up,” Jimin rolls his eyes and gives him a playful shove. “I deserve a reward for this.”

“Mmh, you’re right.” Jungkook cups his face and kisses him gently. “I’ll treat you with cuddles and more kisses when we get home.”

“Good,” Jimin kisses him again. “I love you.”

“I love you too, my baby.”