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It’s time!
Finally, Jeon Jungkook has the day to himself. After working nonstop for the past 10 days in a row, the sometimes overdramatic, young man is practically jumping for joy as he gets himself ready for some “me” time.
First, the towel is laid out.
Next, he grabs his favorite unscented lotion, easy on the nose but smooth on the skin, and places it on the bed next to his phone and a hand towel.
Then, it’s a nice, long and hot shower where Jungkook finally pampers and cleans his aching body. The sensitive thing is moaning by the end, with his skin bright red and dripping wet. He doesn’t bother drying off, shaking himself like a wet dog, and getting water everywhere. Jungkook eyes the floor and cabinets he just soaked with no empathy.
“Opps,” Jungkook giggles to himself.
He wipes down the fog that has covered his mirror. A wide range of droplets cling to the surface as Jungkook marvels at his reflection through the spaces in between each drop. His hair sticks onto his face in different areas and directions, but it frames his face beautifully. It doesn’t come as a surprise to him that he looks good; he knows he should with all the hours he spends at the gym when he can. Plus, the active man does a lot of heavy lifting at work, so that only adds more muscle to his physique.
Jungkook gulps, his body heating up, and he doesn’t think it's from the heavy steam that’s still floating in the bathroom.
Even with his pecs looking almost like small breasts, and his slim waist curving down to flare out for his big thighs, Jungkook thinks he looks both masculine from his strong, muscular arms and build, but feminine in certain areas.
Red blooms bright, high on his cheekbones as Jungkook becomes shy thinking he looks beautiful.
If only he had someone to admire and cherish him. He longs to do the same to someone.
Not just someone.
Jungkook shakes his head side to side, his long hair spraying more water droplets everywhere from his frantic movement. Now isn’t the time for melodrama. It is the time to beat his dick off to his favorite pornstar, and shake and moan ridiculously as he finally has that sweet release he’s been aching for over a week now.
He walks to his bed slowly, letting his thighs rub together and sway his hips back and forth. As if he was putting on a show, Jungkook caresses his body lightly. His cock swings from thigh to thigh, bumping into his heated skin that has chilled now that he’s out of the hot bathroom. Tingles course through his needy body as Jungkook finally gets on his bed. He quickly swipes his phone from the side before he gets comfortable against the pillows.
He feels good like this, all pampered and ready to make a mess.
Jungkook is embarrassed to admit it, but his favorite videos are the ones from a certain woman called SquirtPussy97. She’s a young, asian woman, born the same year as him, that has long, black hair that always sticks to her face as she fucking squirts everywhere. And Jungkook means everywhere; all over her lower body, whatever surface she's on, the area behind her, in front of her, even so far as hitting her face!
It’s the hottest thing Jungkook has ever seen, but what really turns him on is how much he wants to be able to do that too.
It’s messy, so fucking wet, and lewd. Something about practically wetting himself (or a partner) with a fluid more loose and clear than cum shakes the man to his very core with polluted arousal.
The video he clicked on moments ago has just started, and Jungkook is already desperate for it. His pathetic cock weeps even before he gets his hands on it. SquirtPussy97’s video is about halfway over by the time Jungkook gets three fingers up his ass, cock straining against his stomach that he hasn’t touched yet. The pornstar moans in ecstasy; it’s loud in his ears as it filters through his headphones.
Jungkook knows he can get himself to cum untouched just watching her squirt. It’s mainly because he imagines himself doing that as well. He leans all his weight back against his pillows as he pokes around inside his ass. His arm that has the fingers deep inside his rectum bumps his cock that he desperately presses up onto. Jungkook glances at his phone, the video displaying the pornstar with her legs wide open, thighs draped over her torso as she turns the vibrator higher, and presses it harder against her red clit. A guttural moan erupts from deep within the young man, and Jungkook squeezes his pinkie finger in before finally fisting his wet, aching cock.
He hears it just as he sees it. The sound of water spraying and dripping out, splashing all over the woman and drenching herself, which causes Jungkook’s body to seize. His gut tightens too quickly, and Jungkook is cumming before his mind can imagine himself squirting all over his own body.
“Fuck.”
Jungkook breathes out quietly while sagging back into his pillows. His breathing is still a little uneven as he tries to calm down. Sweat clings to his skin, and Jungkook sighs thinking he’ll have to shower again in a few minutes. He keeps his eyes closed, letting his fantasy finish out with him jerking his cock off. Fantasy Jungkook is crying desperately, abs flexing while his thighs strain to hold his crotch up in the air. He’s violently shaking as he finally gets his dick to squirt. The clear liquid sprays out his slit, coating his entire body, and real Jungkook whimpers while his cock twitches weakly at the imagery.
The young man feels pathetic at having such a fantasy, but both his soul and his cock ache to squirt. He doesn’t really think it’s possible though as Jungkook stares at his ceiling, longing. He’s never seen someone with a dick do it before, only really seeing pussies squirting so easily.
His naked body is cooling down rapidly now that his fantasy is over as well as the intense orgasm that has left his body. Jungkook lets himself lay there in his misery even though the cum drying on his stomach is starting to get gross. He’s just about to move when he jumps at the sudden, loud knock at his door.
“Ay, Jungkook, you hungry?” A deep voice sounds through the door.
Jungkook freezes, his heart beating fast as he knows who that is.
It’s his crush and roommate, Kim Taehyung, the most handsome, talented, and sweetest man Jungkook has ever met.
And Taehyung always bursts into his room unannounced, and Jungkook is laying on his bed butt-ass naked with dried cum flaking on his skin. So he panics, quickly jumping from the bed before he grabs the first piece of fabric he can find to rub at his skin. Thankfully, it’s a towel as Jungkook makes quick work of wiping away any evidence of his “me” time before wrapping it around his privates just before he thinks Taehyung is gonna open the door.
Except he doesn’t.
“Ay, Jungkook, I know you are in there! Are you hungry?” His hyung knocks louder this time as he shouts at him.
Standing by his bed, sweat cooled on his skin, and his stomach tingling from rubbing harshly at it, Jungkook can’t understand why now of all times his hyung doesn’t barge into his room like he always does. The silence is loud between them, and Jungkook clears his throat before answering Taehyung, his question finally registering into his cluttered brain.
“Oh, um, ye-yeah!”
It feels awkward, rushed in his haste to respond as Jungkook vibrates nervously, waiting for Taehyung to come in.
“Okay, I’ll order take out. It should be here soon.”
Jungkook watches the shadows of Taehyung’s feet walk away under the crack at the bottom of his door in shock. Something feels off, different, and Jungkook can’t quite shake the nerves while he slowly moves from his frozen state. He doesn’t bother with the shower, using the towel to wipe at his damp skin before he clumsily puts on some clothes. Jungkook is usually quite open and silly with Taehyung, only sometimes feeling awkward when his feelings of both lust and maybe even love surface around his handsome friend, but something about tonight bubbles with uncertainty as Jungkook stiffly makes his way down to the living room.
Taehyung is lounging on the couch, long, slim legs placed elegantly on the coffee table in front of him. Jungkook stops at the entrance, captivated by the effortless beauty that is his friend. His eyes slowly look up from his phone to take in Jungkook’s awkward stance. Taehyung’s gaze is dark, challenging as he stares at Jungkook. He swallows around the lump that has formed in his throat because it almost feels like Taehyung is reading him right now, like he can see through Jungkook and know that the poor man is suddenly imagining himself standing over his hyung, holding his useless cock as he squirts everywhere, drenching both the couch and his friend with his fluids.
It becomes harder to swallow under Taehyung’s fierce gaze.
Jungkook feels fucked.