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“Fucking hell, Jaemin!” Donghyuck pulls back sputtering. His throat feels sore and his eyes are watery, he starts to profusely wipe away the wetness with the back of his hand, along with the spit leaking down his chin.
Or maybe that’s Jaemin’s precome—fucking hell.
Jaemin doesn’t say a fucking word. He watches Donghyuck with emotionless eyes, legs spread and with one hand holding his semi hard cock.
Jaemin raises an eyebrow at him, Donghyuck scoffs.
“Don’t look at me like that, you dick.”
Jaemin strokes himself once and then twice before stopping and letting it go completely. It slaps against his abs, a wet patch of precome decorating it like some scene from a porno.
Jaemin certainly has the looks and the body, he’d do well as a camboy, but instead he buries himself in med books and drinks a shit load of coffee to stay up so he can study for his tests. Donghyuck has no idea how he even finds time to hit the damn gym.
“Really wish you’d do something about this—” he grabs his cock again, “Dick right here.”
“I’m fucking trying!” Donghyuck wonders if there’s usually this much arguing while your trying to suck dick. Probably not, they’re the weird outlier probably. “You’re the one who shoved my head down! If you would stop trying to take control, like the control freak you are, then you would have finished by now.”
Jaemin frowns.
“I’m not a control freak.”
“Says the control freak.”
Jaemin rolls his eyes. He starts to stroke his cock again, but Donghyuck slaps his hand away. He’s supposed to come from Donghyuck’s mouth, not his damn hand.
It’s part of the bet.
“With the way you were sucking me off, we’d be here all day. I’m supposed to meet up with Mark tonight to study, what do you want me to tell him? Sorry my roommate is trying to blow me but he fucking sucks, rain check?”
Donghyuck slaps Jaemin’s thigh. He becomes a little distracted after that, did Jaemin always have such nice, toned thighs?
“I don’t suck! I always get great reviews, five out of five stars. People love my mouth.”
Jaemin mutters something sarcastic under his breath so Donghyuck slaps his thigh again. Donghyuck didn’t actually hear what he said, but he knows it was sarcastic.
“Yeah, well say that to my sad dick.”
Donghyuck frowns as he looks at Jaemin’s flagging dick, the opposite of how Donghyuck wants it to be.
“That’s because you wanted to argue instead of letting me suck you off.”
“No, Haechannie,” Jaemin smirks as he grabs Donghyuck’s jaw, digs his thumbs and fingers into his cheeks so Donghyuck puckers his lips, “It’s because you don’t know how to suck a real dick off. I’m not like those fucking virgins who come just after one look from you. I’m not that easy,” he squeezes even harder, nails digging into his chin causing it to sting, “If you want to get me off then we play by my rules. Now can you be good?”
Donghyuck slaps his hand away, fuck his horny dick for twitching at Jaemin’s words.
He’s supposed to be the one making Jaemin tremble under his hands, not the other way around.
“Fuck you, I’m not playing by your rules. I’m not easy either, you can’t just order me to do something and expect me to listen. I’m not one of your brainless sluts,” Donghyuck snaps.
He’s seen the people Jaemin likes to fuck. People who worship him, will bend over backwards for whatever he wants. To Donghyuck that’s boring, he’d rather bite his own dick than be with someone who just listens to everything he says. Where's the fun in that? He likes more of a challenge, loves the chase, loves pushing buttons until they finally snap and fuck sloppy in the club bathroom.
Jaemin has the nerve to yawn and look at his watch.
Dick.
“We’ll just end this early then, there’s no way you’re getting me to come at this rate, so save your breath.”
Donghyuck’s skin heats up as Jaemin stands up and starts to tuck his soft dick away. He bites his bottom lip, hands clenching, nails digging into his skin.
Jaemin is in the middle of zipping up his pants when Donghyuck finally says something.
“Fine.” He tries to play it cool, pretending his ego isn’t damaged because Jaemin said he's shit at blow jobs and would rather call off the bet than cum. “But this means you’re dropping the bet and I get the apartment this Saturday.”
Flashback to an hour ago.
Donghyuck was talking on the phone with Renjun, telling him how he has a hot date this weekend and he plans to get fucked ten ways to sunday.
Jaemin, the fucking eavesdropper, asked him what day after he hung up.
Donghyuck told him Saturday and Jaemin told him to reschedule because he plans on bringing a guy back here to rail the same day.
They stared each other down, neither one budging. Both stubborn to a fault.
Like most things they can’t decide on, they decide to make a bet.
Jaemin jokingly said if Donghyuck can suck him off until he comes, the apartment would be his, but if he can’t then it’s Jaemin’s. He clearly said that hoping Donghyuck would laugh and tell him to fuck off, maybe even give up the apartment at the crazy bet.
But no, Donghyuck agreed because who is he to back away from a challenge, especially one so easy? He was confident he could blow Jaemin away, give him the best blow job ever to exist in this universe.
Now all he can think is fuck me, not so easy afterall.
“All yours,” Jaemin says lazily, pulling out his phone to most likely text Mark.
Donghyuck nearly panics.
Jaemin never gives up this easily, so this must mean Donghyuck really did suck at…well sucking his cock. The fuck? His brain can’t even comprehend that being possible, but here Jaemin is about to walk away to study with Mark.
Who picks studying over a damn blow job!
Jaemin makes it to the door and Donghyuck hates being the one to give in, but his ego is in tatters right now. Technically he won, Jaemin is calling off the bet which means Donghyuck is getting the apartment, but what kind of victory is this? How can he celebrate it?
Yay! I beat my annoyingly attractive and psychotic roommate because my blow jobs skills are shit!
Donghyuck can’t accept this win, he just can’t.
He’s going to make Jaemin come, he’s going to win fair and square and then rub it in Jaemin’s face after.
So he stops biting his tongue and grits out, “Fine.”
Jaemin pauses.
After five seconds pass where Donghyuck debates throwing the closest object to him at Jaemin’s ass–a book it seems, that would hopefully leave a bruise, he’s not sure he wants to do that to the book though–Jaemin turns around.
“Did you say something?”
Donghyuck thinks pulling his tooth out would be easier than this.
“I said fine.”
“About?”
Donghyuck closes his eyes, takes a deep breath and counts to five. He summons Renjun’s voice in his head.
Whenever you feel like murdering your sexy–
Don’t call him that–
Why? He is? Anyways, whenever you have the urge to murder your roommate, I want you to take calm breaths and think about whether killing him is worth life in prison.
Well-
Jesus, Hyuck, the answer is no!
“Fine, I’ll play by your rules.” Donghyuck forces each word out of his mouth and then opens his eyes to find Jaemin smirking at him.
God dammit, he played right into his greedy, sexy–not sexy fuck–veiny hands.
“Oh?” Jaemin sits back down on his bed. He tilts his head as he looks down at Donghyuck who is still kneeling on the floor. “So you’ll be good for me?” He purrs, eyes sparkling.
Donghyuck refuses to give him this too.
“I said I’ll play by–”
“Nuh-uh, that’s not what I want to hear and you know it. Tell me.”
Jaemin tilts Donghyuck’s head up, presses his thumb to Donghyuck’s bottom lip and tugs it down. He’s smiling, like he’s won even though their game isn’t over.
Cocky, always cocky.
Donghyuck debates biting his thumb, not hard–probably.
“I already said–”
Jaemin slips his fingers into Donghyuck’s mouth, Donghyuck’s eyes widen in surprise especially when Jaemin tugs on his tongue like a freak.
“You suck at this,” Jaemin muses, pulling his hand out and wiping it on his pants.
“At what?” Donghyuck’s cheeks burn, still feeling the ghost of Jaemin’s fingers in his mouth. He wonders if Jaemin would spend hours exploring Donghyuck’s mouth with his fingers. They’re pretty too, and long, could probably explore other places as wel–
“Listening to me. We need to work on that, especially if you’re going to make me come and get the sad fuck of your life this weekend.”
Donghyuck scoffs, “He probably has better dick game than you.”
Jaemin blinks at him.
And…yeah, Donghyuck doesn’t even believe his own words, but he said them and he’s not backing down from them.
Jaemin finally smirks. He starts to unbutton his jeans again, Donghyuck has already seen his cock, had it in his mouth even, yet he still feels heat curl around in his stomach, up his throat, as Jaemin slowly reveals his dick again.
“Cute.”
Donghyuck snaps his eyes away from the tip of Jaemin’s dick peeking from his underwear as Jaemin drags it down slightly.
“What the fuck are you calling cute?”
“You,” Jaemin leans forward slightly, grinning as he stares him down. “I can tell you’re curious, you know. Hiding behind all these insults, because you’re scared to ask for what you truly want. I’d fuck you, and I’d fuck you well, but that scares you doesn’t it? Knowing all your previous fucks won’t compare to me, knowing you’d become a slut for my cock. Many people are, there’s no shame in it. I’d fuck you as many times as you want, just need to ask.”
Jaemin takes his dick out again and then leans back on his hands.
Donghyuck feels hot, like he’s about to burst into flames.
He’s speechless even, which just makes him feel hotter.
He’s never been at a loss for words before, he can’t shut up usually, and Na Jaemin being the reason feels like the sky is falling around him, feels like he’s about to crash into the sun.
He wants to be mad, and he is, but he’s also horny. Too horny, with Jaemin’s dick fattening right before his eyes, his own dick hard in his shorts, horny at the thought of Jaemin fucking him–
Jaemin taps his cheek with two fingers.
“Cat got your tongue?”
Donghyuck bites him this time, sinks his teeth into both of his fingers, not hard enough to really hurt, but just enough so he feels it.
Jaemin hisses but doesn’t remove them.
“Maybe you’re the kitty,” Jaemin coos, “Now are you going to be a good kitty?”
It’s a test.
Jaemin watches him closely, waiting.
If Donghyuck is going to get what he truly wants in the end, he’s going to have to play along.
Donghyuck nods slowly.
“I know you’re a pretty kitty, but you can still speak right?”
“Yes.”
“Yes…?”
Donghyuck is so hard it’s starting to hurt.
“Yes Jaemin, I’ll be,” Donghyuck looks down, only for Jaemin to lift his chin back up, “Good.”
Jaemin grins, “See, was that so hard? Speaking of hard,” Jaemin looks down at his cock that’s semi hard, which is good, at least this is doing something for Jaemin too and it’s not just Donghyuck horny as hell.
“Why don’t you try sucking me again, and I’ll guide you?”
Donghyuck nods, stops when he can imagine Jaemin telling him to use your pretty voice, and says, “Ok.”
Donghyuck doesn’t think he’s ever sucked cock like this.
His hands are digging into Jaemin’s thighs, scratching them up, a sight he’d love to admire if he wasn’t currently being throat fucked.
And the crazy thing?
He likes it.
He’s never had someone fuck his throat, pull his hair and tell him taking me so deep baby, you were made for this, and it’s doing things to him, things he never knew he needed until now.
“That’s it,” Jaemin huffs, shoving Donghyuck down to the base of his dick. “You’re pretty mouth feels so good, I’m close. Not so hard if you just listen to me, huh?”
Yes, Donghyuck thinks, letting his horny thoughts run wild. There’s something…good, about listening to Jaemin. When the horny cells finally die after he’s done giving Jaemin the best blow job of his life, he’d deney ever thinking that, but right now he lets those thoughts wash over him.
“You were wrong by the way,” Jaemin pants, and Donghyuck has to strain to hear him over the sounds of his throat being fucked. “I like when people listen to me, but I like stubborn little sluts like you more who need to be taught. Been wanting to do this to you for awhile Donghyuckie, knew this was what you wanted–needed. The people you were fucking before didn’t know how to handle you, make you feel good,” he purrs and Donghyuck feels dizzy, dick throbbing in his shorts, “I’m surprised you said yes to the bet, but I’m happy you did. Wish I could take a picture to remember this, remember your pretty lips wrapped around me– fuck. ”
There’s a lot to unpack there, when Donghyuck is alone and with his hands down his pants.
“Mmm, see you can listen after all,” Jaemin coos at him, hips lifting to fuck into his mouth even faster. “Look at you, doing so good. You ready for it, angel?”
Donghyuck taps Jaemin’s thigh once for yes and Jaemin laughs.
“God, you listen so well now. Ok, keep that pretty mouth open.”
Jaemin pulls off, strokes his cock fast until he’s coming all over Donghyuck’s face, making sure to get some in his mouth too.
“Fuck, there we go.”
Jaemin smiles at him.
“So pretty.”
Donghyuck blushes, he called me pretty with his load all over my face, ha, freak–
Fuck, Donghyuck needs him so bad.
“So?”
“Hm?”
Jaemin’s tucked his dick back into his pants already and helped Donghyuck wipe his face. He’s furiously texting someone on his phone now.
“How was I?”
“Oh, you were ok. Not the best blow job I’ve gotten, maybe like a four? I’ll give you a five actually since you’re my friend.”
The whole world stops, Donghyuck feels like he’s about to explode like a star in space.
“What the fuck–”
“Gotta go meet Mark now,” Jaemin starts heading to the door.
“But I’m still hard.”
Jaemin looks down at the tent in his shorts, his eyes flicker with something dark but then it’s gone and he’s smiling at Donghyuck again.
“Me getting you off wasn’t part of the bet. Have fun with your date this weekend, though. I’m sure he’ll fuck you reallll well,” Jaemin grins and winks at him.
And then he walks out of the room.
Donghyuck feels like a firework right now, about to explode into hundreds of lights and burn this whole apartment down.
Jaemin knows Donghyuck is not fucking his date this weekend, not after everything Jaemin just gave to him.
On top of telling Donghyuck he gave him a mediocre blowjob?
Donghyuck lets out an annoyed huff as he sticks his hand in his shorts, conjuries up an image of what Jaemin will do to him this weekend when Donghyuck gets over his shattered ego and asks Jaemin to ruin him instead of his date.
He grips his cock and hisses.
Jaemin better fuck him good.