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The apartment sat just off campus, a cozy two-bedroom tucked behind a row of frat houses and coffee shops. It wasn't fancy, but it gave Taehyung and Jimin the freedom they craved. No dorm rules, no prying eyes from shared bathrooms, just their little haven for all the wild urges that bubbled up between classes and late-night study sessions. They had been roommates since freshman year, bonded over shared interests that turned into something much hotter. Now juniors, they reveled in the dynamic they had setup. Doors unlocked, bodies available, no questions asked.
Taehyung stretched out on the living room couch that Monday afternoon, his day off from the campus library gig. Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow on his golden skin. He was completely naked, as usual when no one was expected. His black hair fell messily over his forehead, framing those big, deep eyes that made him look so innocent. But anyone who spent more than five minutes with him knew better. Taehyung's body was soft and curved just right, subtle swells at his chest leading down to a bubble butt that jiggled with every lazy shift. He ran a hand over his thigh, tracing the smooth skin, already half-dozing with a sultry hum escaping his lips. The window was cracked open, letting in the faint sounds of the street, and he didn't care if a neighbor caught a glimpse. In fact, the thought made his pulse quicken.
Jimin was in the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge for a quick snack before their landlord showed up. Rent was due, and they were a week late again. Jimin didn't mind the delay; it gave him an excuse to turn on the charm. With his blond hair tousled just so and those sharp, sultry eyes, he knew how to work a room. Or a single guy, for that matter. He wore tiny shorts that hugged his tight, perfectly defined ass, the kind that left little to the imagination. Jimin liked it rough, liked pushing buttons until things escalated. He was the one who flirted shamelessly and moaned like he owned the room. Taehyung balanced him out, all quiet willingness and surprising depths of depravity.
"Hey, Tae," Jimin called over his shoulder, popping a grape into his mouth. "Landlord's coming soon. You gonna stay like that?"
Taehyung cracked one eye open, a slow smile spreading. "Why not? If he wants a show..."
Jimin laughed, shaking his head.
A sharp knock echoed through the apartment. Jimin straightened up, tossing the empty grape container in the sink. "Coming!" he called, his voice laced with that flirty lilt he knew worked wonders.
The door swung open to reveal Mr. Harlan, their landlord. A burly man in his late forties, with salt-and-pepper hair and a perpetual scowl that hid a predatory glint in his eyes. He owned half the buildings around campus, and everyone whispered about how he collected rent in more ways than one. Jimin had heard the stories, seen the way Harlan's gaze lingered on the tenants. It only made Jimin's blood run hotter.
"Rent's late, boys," Harlan grunted, stepping inside without invitation. His eyes immediately flicked to the couch where Taehyung lounged, naked and unashamed. Taehyung met his stare with those big, innocent eyes, a soft moan escaping as he shifted, legs parting just enough to tease.
Jimin closed the door behind him, leaning against it with a smirk. "We know, Mr. H. Things have been tight this month. Classes, you know how it is." He stepped closer, his shorts riding low on his hips, accentuating the curve of his ass. "But I'm sure we can work something out. Like last time?"
Harlan's scowl deepened, but his eyes roamed over Jimin's body, hungry. "Last time you promised it'd be on time. Now I got bills too." He crossed his arms, but didn't back away when Jimin brushed past him toward the kitchen counter, bending slightly to grab a glass of water. The movement was deliberate, ass pushing out invitingly.
Taehyung watched from the couch, his hand idly tracing circles on his thigh, breath hitching softly. "We appreciate you coming by personally," Taehyung murmured, voice sultry and low. "Makes it feel... intimate."
Harlan chuckled, a rough sound. "You two are something else. Always pushing." He moved closer to Jimin, towering over him. The air thickened, charged with unspoken promises. Jimin turned, handing him the glass, their fingers brushing. "Let me make it up to you," Jimin whispered, eyes locking with Harlan's sharp ones. "Right now."
The landlord's hand shot out, grabbing Jimin's wrist hard enough to bruise. "You think you can tease me and get away with it, slut?" His voice dropped, rough and demanding. Jimin's heart raced, a thrill shooting straight to his core. He didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned in, lips parting.
From the couch, Taehyung's moans grew a touch louder, encouraging, as the tension snapped like a taut wire.
Harlan didn't waste time. He yanked Jimin forward by the wrist, slamming him against the kitchen counter. The glass shattered on the floor, but Jimin barely noticed, his breath coming in sharp gasps as Harlan's free hand gripped his throat. "You little whore," Harlan growled, his voice thick with lust. "Think you can bat your eyes and I'll forget the rent? Nah, you're gonna earn every damn penny."
Jimin's eyes sparkled, his body arching into the rough hold. "Yes, sir," he purred, loud and unashamed. "Use me. Fuck me hard." His shorts were gone in a second, yanked down and kicked aside, exposing his tight ass. Harlan spun him around, bending him over the counter, Jimin's chest pressing into the cold surface. The landlord's belt clinked open, pants dropping just enough to free his thick cock, already hard and throbbing.
From the couch, Taehyung watched, his hand slipping between his legs, fingers circling his slick folds. A sultry moan escaped him, deep and inviting, as he spread wider, golden skin flushing with arousal.
Harlan spat on his hand, rubbing it over his shaft before lining up with Jimin's ass. No prep, no mercy. He thrust in hard, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal push. Jimin cried out, the sound echoing off the walls, a mix of pain and ecstasy. "Fuck! Yes, deeper!" His hole clenched around the invasion, tight and hot, pulling Harlan in further.
"You like that, slut? Taking it like the cheap whore you are?" Harlan slapped Jimin's ass, the crack loud and stinging, leaving a red handprint on the perfect skin. He pulled back and slammed in again, setting a punishing rhythm. Each thrust rocked Jimin forward, his hands scrambling for purchase on the counter. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, mingled with Jimin's loud moans and Harlan's grunts.
Taehyung's fingers moved faster now, dipping into his own wetness, his bubble butt lifting off the couch as he mirrored the thrusts in his mind. "So hot," he murmured sultrily, eyes locked on the scene.
Harlan grabbed a fistful of Jimin's blond hair, yanking his head back. "Look at the other little bitch watching. You two are made for this." He pounded harder, the force making Jimin's body jolt, his sharp eyes glazing over with pleasure. Sweat beaded on their skin, the air thick with the musky scent of sex. Harlan reached around, slapping Jimin's pussy roughly, fingers digging into the sensitive folds. Jimin bucked, a whine tearing from his throat. "Harder! Slap my cunt!"
The landlord obliged, alternating between deep thrusts and sharp slaps, Jimin's ass reddening under the assault. He leaned over, spitting directly into Jimin's open mouth. "Swallow it, whore." Jimin did, tongue darting out for more, his body trembling on the edge.
But Harlan wasn't done. He pulled out suddenly, spinning Jimin around and shoving him to his knees. "Suck it clean." Jimin obeyed eagerly, lips wrapping around the cock slick with his own juices, hollowing his cheeks as he bobbed. The taste was tangy, and it only made him more aroused. Harlan face-fucked him roughly, hips snapping, gagging sounds mixing with Jimin's muffled moans.
Taehyung crawled closer, unable to stay away, his soft body pressing against Harlan's leg. "Me too?" he asked innocently, big eyes pleading.
Harlan smirked, pulling out of Jimin's mouth with a pop. "Not yet, bitch. Watch your little friend get ruined first." He hauled Jimin up, bending him over the arm of the couch right in front of Taehyung. Thrusting back in, he fucked Jimin relentlessly, the couch creaking under the force. Jimin's loud cries filled the space, "Fuck my ass! Breed me!"
Harlan's pace faltered, breaths ragged. With a final, deep thrust, he came, flooding Jimin's ass with hot spurts. Jimin clenched around him, milking every drop, his own release hitting him hard, pussy clenching on nothing as he squirted onto the floor.
Panting, Harlan pulled out, cum leaking from Jimin's stretched gaping hole. He grabbed Jimin by the hair, throwing him to the floor beside Taehyung. Jimin landed in a heap, body limp and satisfied. Harlan stood above him, stroking his softening cock back to half-hardness. "Open your mouth, cunt. Take my piss."
Jimin eagerly parted his lips, eyes locked on Harlan's. The stream started hitting Jimin's tongue first, some splashing over his face, chest and his cunt. Jimin rubbed it into his skin, moaning loudly, fingers circling his sensitive pussy. "Yes, mark me..."
Harlan snickered at the filthy bitch, shaking off the last drops. He slapped Jimin's cunt a few times, hard and stinging, making him whimper. "Rent's covered this month. But next time, both of you." With that, he zipped up and left, door clicking shut behind him.
Taehyung, still untouched but aching, pulled Jimin close, their bodies slick and spent.
Jimin lay there on the floor for a moment, body buzzing from the intensity, the warm remnants of Harlan's cum drying sticky on his ass. He rubbed his thighs together, savoring the tingling in his pussy, the slap marks on his ass blooming red. Taehyung slid down beside him, their naked bodies pressing close, Taehyung's soft curves molding against Jimin's tighter, defined frame. Taehyung's fingers trailed over Jimin's chest, dipping lower to tease the slick mess between his legs. "You took it so well," Taehyung whispered, voice sultry and full of admiration. His big eyes shone with lust, untouched but ready.
Jimin turned his head, capturing Taehyung's lips in a lazy, open-mouthed kiss. "Your turn soon," he murmured against Taehyung's mouth. "Tomorrow, when the plumber comes for that leak. I saw how he eyed you last week."
Taehyung moaned softly at the thought. The apartment felt alive with possibility, the open window a silent invitation to whatever came next. They had no regrets, only anticipation. Rent paid in full, and the night stretching out for more depraved fun between just the two of them. Taehyung and Jimin laid tangled together, whispers turning to touches. Their little world was about to get a lot more crowded.