SMALL DOSES || JIKOOK✅

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JUNGKOOK POV

I'd spent the afternoon trying
to pay invoices without much success, choosing to stare at
the door instead of getting any actual work done.

Bringing out my afternoon snack of yogurt and berries, I gave myself the usual workup and
ate before tossing my food container into the trash.

I released a lingering sigh.

Jesus I'd never felt so distracted.

Hard.

Needy.

And more than a little pissed
that Jimin was, once again, keeping me at arm's length.

At the same time, he'd also managed to tangle me in his
life just enough that I found myself unable to walk away.

I ran my hand across the smooth surface of the desk while images of Jimin draping me over it and having his way with me made their way through my head.

My dick liked that scenario so much, it began to ache.

"Jimin." I muttered.

Frustrated, I palmed my hardness and let out a wanton groan, then checked the time
on my phone.

It was well after five and the place was quiet, so I decided it would be best to relieve myself of my problem before seeing
Jimin again.

After shutting down the computer, I shouldered my backpack and adjusted the
straps tight, then made a detour to the upstairs bathroom,
closing the stall door behind me.

Quick as a flash, I'd unzipped my pants and pulled my throbbing length through the slit in my boxers.

Gathering the wetness at the tip with my thumb, I propped one foot on the toilet seat, hand gripping tight as I began to stroke myself.

Watching the head disappear
and reappear in my clenched
fist, I released a soft grunt
with each upward stroke, need ever-increasing until the sound
of raised voices and a slamming door broke through my thoughts.

I held my breath and stilled, heart racing, dick pulsing in my hand as I listened for any further signs of life.

Met with nothing but silence,
I exhaled a gush of air and recommenced the task of making myself come in record time.

With a sense of urgency, I
jacked myself hard and fast
and closed my eyes.

The fantasy of Jimin on his knees behind me then filled my head, full lips loving on my balls before going lower where he licked my taint and pushed his tongue into my hole, the tip of it fluttering against my insides.

That was all it took.

"Ah, fuck." My come painted
the toilet seat and floor.

Heart hammering in my chest, body shuddering, I milked my oversensitive dick of every drop.

Taking my time to clean up and compose myself, I splashed some cold water on my face and took a few deep breaths before deciding it was time to go home.

Once I opened the bathroom door and the sound of a guitar being played along with the sweetest, most angelic voice I'd ever heard reached my ears, my plans changed in an instant.

Heart pounding a mile a minute, I uttered Jimin's name like a prayer then took the stairs,
my entire being drawn to the
music as if in a trance.

Then, I saw him.

The room had been transformed into a sea of lit candles, basking him in their glow, and never
had he looked more beautiful.

Jimin's eyes were closed as he hummed the melodic tune and as he held the instrument as though caressing a lover, the expression he wore was one of pure, raw emotion and vulnerability.

I moved toward the stage and took a seat at the table closest to him and watched, mesmerized.

He continued to pluck the strings and utter a few words here and there, as if searching for a way to put them in the right order.

When he opened his eyes, they widened but instead of stopping, his gaze locked onto mine and the tune he hummed became louder, more filled with
exquisite beauty.

Needing to soak up everything he gave like a sponge, I leaned in closer, elbow on the table,
chin resting in my hand.

The way he played, every chord flawless, every note like heaven as it resonated in my chest cavity, simply swept me away.

The phrase, "Such pretty faces, all the same." petered off
into more humming and
incoherent mumbling.

The final notes of the melody hanging in the air while my emotions coursed through me like a drug, it was then I did something that I never
thought I'd be capable of.

Determined, I got to my feet
and closed the distance between us, took the guitar from him and set it down on the stage with care, then moved to stand between his legs.

His response was to gape at
me, and that was when it dawned on me that if I gave
him the chance to speak, the spell would be broken.

And so, before he could even think about denying me what I wanted... what I needed, I cupped his face in my hands
and whispered in his ear.

"Just go with it, gorgeous," before pressing my lips to his.

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