super short chapter
By the time he got into his bed, he still felt weird and thrown off-balance. He hugged his pillow and closed his eyes, but the restlessness did not subside. His hand slid down to cup his half-hard cock. He hesitated, but jerking off was as good an idea as any to get rid of his restlessness.
It didn't take long to become fully hard; it'd been weeks since he'd had sex. He stroked himself, imagining Jiwoo's curves and wet tightness. He wasn't sure what it said about him that he missed sex more than he missed his girlfriend. An unbidden memory came to mind: of the club therapist, Dr. Seo, hinting that Hoseok fulfilled all his emotional needs and that was the reason of his inability to fully commit to Jiwoo's.
Hoseok.
He lay still, panting, disoriented and freaked out.
What the fuck was that?
The image of Hoseok angrily pumping his cock flashed through his mind, and Taehyung bit his pillow to muffle his moan as a confusing sort of thrill shot through his body. God, this was so messed up. How could he get off on the idea of Hoseok's wanting him when he didn't even swing that way? It made no sense. He didn't want Hoseok and he couldn't imagine having sex with a man, but...his cock ached as he remembered Hoseok's erection squeezed in Hoseok's fingers—because of him—for him. Hoseok wanted him. Hoseok wanted him more than anything, loved him more than anything, and loved and wanted...Hoseok's arms, holding him, squeezing him hard...so good and safe...Hoseok's voice, whispering sweet nothings to him...a strong, large hand stroking Taehyung's cock—
The orgasm hit him so suddenly and powerfully it was almost painful. Taehyung groaned into the pillow, shaking and gasping.
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𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐘 || Vhope
FanfictionWhen the line between "need" and "want" gets blurred... To the outside world, they're just good friends. But the truth is, Taehyung isn't entirely sure what they are to each other. Kim Taehyung, rising soccer star. Jung Hoseok, team physician. ...
