bubblegum bitch.
title: bubblegum bitch
author: futurebruises
pairing: xiumin/kai
rating: nc-17
length: oneshot, 2k words
genre: smut, college au
summary: " Jongin thinks Minseok is adorable and will be submissive in bed, but behind closed doors Minseok completely dominates."
a/n: this is the fastest i've ever written anything, i think, so i'm terribly sorry if it's awful. inspiration kudos to marina and the diamonds and whoever the lovely poster was.
Jongin comes back to the dorm from some frat party at approximately two in the morning, buzzed and horny and angry and eager after being rejected yet again by that piece-of-shit nerd Kyungsomethingorother. He groans when he walks in to find the stupid senior Minseok, who he's been trying to make jealous in the first place, sitting on the couch in the common room of the dorm hall, popping a piece of bubblegum into his pretty little mouth as he intently reads his stupid philosophy textbook.
Minseok is a pint-sized genius when it comes to both number and boys. He’s beautiful, too - his hair is a mess, hairsprayed meticulously to look like he paid no mind to it whatsoever and his eyes are rimmed in messy kohl. His shirt has ridden up slightly to reveal a strip of pale white skin and he blows a single, hot pink bubble and Jongin is completely, totally entranced. Of course the damn moralistic kid decides to stay home and fucking study when he could be drinking - and potentially making out - with the hottest kid in the freshman class, if Jongin does say so himself, and of course he has to look obscenely seductive while he does it.
The freshman doesn’t even have the mental capacity to realize that he’s sunk down to the point where he’d jealous of a piece of gum because he’s too drunk and too focused on the thought of those lips around his dick, sucking and nipping and pressing soft kisses along his torso like the gentle, obedient kid Minseok so clearly is. He wonders how he hasn’t thought about it before and puts on his best grin, flopping down on the couch.
Minseok doesn’t miss a beat, just pops the bubble and licks the residue off his lips, raising his eyebrow as he sets down the book to look Jongin up and down. He eventually settles on steady, questioning eye contact.
“What do you want, kid?” he asks, a mild edge to his voice. It isn’t that he cares that Jongin’s drunk. He just cares that Jongin’s a sloppy, miserable, egocentric tease who’s only ever given him enough for a few pathetic fantasies and God, he’s determined to change that tonight.
Jongin shrugs, slithering drunken fingers around Minseok’s skinny wrist and meeting his eyes with a half-focused attempt at something smoldering. It still makes Minseok shiver.
“You, or something,” Jongin murmurs. The tequila has rendered his inhibitions pretty much null and he has this brilliant image in his head of Minseok squirming beneath him that he really desperately wants to make a reality and -
“Ah, okay then. I suppose I’m all yours,” Minseok agrees, smirking.
- and holy shit, Jongin is not expecting it to be this easy but he’s not complaining as Minseok picks himself up and leads Jongin upstairs and has him propped up on the kitchenette counter, fumbling for the lights and biting Jongin’s lip to shut him up. Jongin’s pretty sure this is the wrong power dynamic but Minseok is ripping his shirt off and he just shuts off the tiny sober sparks dotting his subconscious and lets it go.
Minseok’s tongue is cutting and fierce just exploring Jongin’s mouth. He tastes like bubblegum and Jongin groans softly into the kiss at the thought of that same tongue, that same taste on his dick, but Minseok is so much cleverer than Jongin could hope to be even if he were sober that Jongin winds up on his knees instead. He briefly wonders where Minseok got strong enough to pick him up off the counter and shove him to the ground but Minseok’s hands are already at his own jeans and Jongin knows that this is a million times better than rejection and he shoves Minseok’s hands away, finishing the job himself.
Jongin tugs down the skinny jeans and boxer-briefs and stares and Minseok’s half-hard cock in some kind of filthy, delighted confusion for a few seconds before Minseok huffs and pushes at his closed lips, giving Jongin no choice but to open his mouth and take it.
Jongin isn’t entirely how to properly suck dick, considering nobody’s ever really asked him to. His improvisation isn’t especially good either, and Minseok slaps his face hard.
“Fucking suck,” he demands in exasperation. Jongin tries to emulate the vapid girls who’ve sucked his own, moving his lips up and down awkwardly, and Minseok’s breathing becomes somewhat more erratic but of course he’s still not satisfied. Jongin’s not sure how much longer he can do this, but he’s helpless to resist.
“T-tongue. Use your tongue,” Minseok gasps out. Jongin does his best and nearly gags, barely managing to push back the reflex. Minseok snorts and bucks his hips into Jongin’s throat. Jongin pulls off his dick a coughing mess. Minseok smirks.
“You said you wanted me, didn’t you?”
Jongin can’t deny it. Minseok hopes he knows how beautiful he looks with precum on his lips and tears in his eyes because he really doesn’t feel like wasting time on telling him.
“You pretty little son of a bitch,” Minseok sighs, kicking off his pants, pulling Jongin to his feet and dragging the freshman into his bedroom by the belt loops. He kisses Jongin, transferring the gum to the younger’s mouth in the process, and sits him down on the bed to properly remove his pants, kneeling over Jongin’s body to undo the buttons and press a few chaste kisses just above the waistline of his jeans. His lips brush precariously close to Jongin’s dick in the process but don’t quite touch it and Minseok laughs as Jongin tries to buck his hips, nearly knocking Minseok’s tooth out.
“Eager, are we?” he asks teasingly as he undoes the buttons and slides the tight, black jeans down Jongin’s pale thighs. The boy is fit, studying dance or something, and Minseok bites his lip in admiration. God, he’s pretty, and Minseok is only ever looking for pretty. He has no interest in whatever love the other boys have put at stake when he’s fucked them.
“Not bad for a freshman,” he chuckles as he pulls Jongin’s dick from his boxers and strokes it ever so lightly. He appears distracted for a moment by the fog of mutual pleasure and nearly wraps his whole hand around the thing but shakes himself out of it, pushing his hair back and shoving Jongin onto the bed.
“Come on, get up there. Hands and knees,” he commands through his teeth. Jongin obeys, his thighs quivering. Minseok, of course, has lube and condoms in his bedside drawer, but even with the blow lessened by the cold gel, Jongin still bites down hard on his tongue as Minseok slides his first finger in and the taste of blood mixes with the taste of bubblegum.
Minseok curls the finger and Jongin arches his back, powerless to do anything but respond to the searing pleasure that rushes through him after what seems like an eternity of petrifying pain. His heart and his head are pounding just out of unison because he’s never been so desperately at someone else’s mercy, and yet he wouldn’t trade it for the world.
Eventually Minseok adds a second finger, incoherently praising Jongin for his responsiveness until he grows bored and pulls them out.
“You ready, baby?” he asks, his voice shaking. He’s done this a million times to a million other boys, but something about Jongin makes it so much more delicious and new and strange that he’s almost afraid. Still, the freshman is stupid, stuck-up, and desperate, and Minseok is perfectly willing to humor him in his quest to get off like the dirty bitch he is.
He can’t even see if Jongin nods due to his position but he rolls the condom up his cock anyway, lubes it up, and shoves in, spreading Jongin’s cheeks with his hands. Jongin can’t even register which way is up and he just gasps. Minseok pauses, holding Jongin’s sides to let him adjust - he isn’t that sadistic - and pushes in fully, grabbing on tighter as Jongin clenches around him.
Jongin’s tight as hell and probably a virgin and it just fuels Minseok’s fire. Slowly, Minseok pulls out again. He needs this friction. Jongin’s driven him crazy for the better half of a semester, always showing up at the dorm sweaty and half-naked from whatever sport he plays, and Minseok is sick of being the soft-spoken slut who only picks the lowest fruit off the trees to get himself off and feed his own ego.
He honestly just craves beauty, and he hasn’t gotten it quite right up until this moment.
And it’s just because of that that he fucks Jongin more kindly than he’s fucked anyone in a long time. Minseok’s pretty little lips are parted and his plump cheeks are flushed with lust as he thrusts in and out of the freshman’s tight asshole no more gently than usual, smacking his ass and watching his handprint appear, but he also reaches his hand to pump Jongin’s cock and sucks butterfly kisses onto back of the younger boy’s neck.
Perhaps he’s lost all his dignity, but God, he loves the way Jongin’s voice cracks as he moans.
And Jongin’s not sure he’s got much dignity either but he wouldn’t even be able to tell you what the word means right now because he’s so lost in pain and ecstasy. His mouth still tastes like iron even though he’s given up on holding back his screams and moans, equal parts wanton and devastated as his pride and his pleasure are torn apart and fed to him. Minseok is so unassuming and yet so controlling and Jongin thinks it’s beyond unfair but then the boy hits his prostrate and Jongin is shuddering and he cranes his neck backward to admire the way those lips are parted and those eyebrows are furrowed and those cheeks are flushed all because of him and it makes him feel a thousand fractions better.
Minseok slams into him once more with a strangled cry and spills out into the condom. Jongin watches him come and slowly chews at the now-flavorless gum, amazed by the pretty contortions of Minseok’s deceivingly innocent features.
Minseok pulls out, panting, and pulls Jongin down so they’re facing each other on the bed. His head is still fuzzy but he still manages that damn half-grin that made Jongin want him in the first place. And then he presses a kiss to Jongin’s cheek and starts to jerk him off properly, never breaking eye contact as he slides his small, skilled hand along the shaft.
Jongin comes all over both of their stomachs and Minseok’s sheets, but Minseok just shakes his head, grabs Jongin by the hair, and tugs him seated to shove his tongue in his mouth one last time. He can taste himself, his bubblegum, and his little freshman toy’s warm blood on Jongin’s fat lips and he revels in it for just a moment before pushing away, locking eyes with the younger boy. He picks up on the shock still etched in Jongin’s face and sighs.
“You said you wanted me, little Jongin,” he chides, gently wiping the cum off of their stomachs with Jongin’s shirt. “And you got me.”
He throws the shirt at Jongin. The younger offers him a tired smile. He just smirks and smacks the boy’s ass on his way out.
Jongin limps back to his room and spits out the gum, utterly exhausted and defeated as he falls back onto his own bed, staring up at the ceiling. The taste of bubblegum won’t leave his mouth and he hopes like hell that Minseok will be willing to do that again.
And again, and again, because holy fuck, Jongin’s in love with how filthy he feels.
Minseok smirks to himself as he falls asleep. He knows he’s created a monster, but it’s a gorgeous cockslut of a monster, and he’s proud of himself.
author: futurebruises
pairing: xiumin/kai
rating: nc-17
length: oneshot, 2k words
genre: smut, college au
summary: " Jongin thinks Minseok is adorable and will be submissive in bed, but behind closed doors Minseok completely dominates."
a/n: this is the fastest i've ever written anything, i think, so i'm terribly sorry if it's awful. inspiration kudos to marina and the diamonds and whoever the lovely poster was.
Jongin comes back to the dorm from some frat party at approximately two in the morning, buzzed and horny and angry and eager after being rejected yet again by that piece-of-shit nerd Kyungsomethingorother. He groans when he walks in to find the stupid senior Minseok, who he's been trying to make jealous in the first place, sitting on the couch in the common room of the dorm hall, popping a piece of bubblegum into his pretty little mouth as he intently reads his stupid philosophy textbook.
Minseok is a pint-sized genius when it comes to both number and boys. He’s beautiful, too - his hair is a mess, hairsprayed meticulously to look like he paid no mind to it whatsoever and his eyes are rimmed in messy kohl. His shirt has ridden up slightly to reveal a strip of pale white skin and he blows a single, hot pink bubble and Jongin is completely, totally entranced. Of course the damn moralistic kid decides to stay home and fucking study when he could be drinking - and potentially making out - with the hottest kid in the freshman class, if Jongin does say so himself, and of course he has to look obscenely seductive while he does it.
The freshman doesn’t even have the mental capacity to realize that he’s sunk down to the point where he’d jealous of a piece of gum because he’s too drunk and too focused on the thought of those lips around his dick, sucking and nipping and pressing soft kisses along his torso like the gentle, obedient kid Minseok so clearly is. He wonders how he hasn’t thought about it before and puts on his best grin, flopping down on the couch.
Minseok doesn’t miss a beat, just pops the bubble and licks the residue off his lips, raising his eyebrow as he sets down the book to look Jongin up and down. He eventually settles on steady, questioning eye contact.
“What do you want, kid?” he asks, a mild edge to his voice. It isn’t that he cares that Jongin’s drunk. He just cares that Jongin’s a sloppy, miserable, egocentric tease who’s only ever given him enough for a few pathetic fantasies and God, he’s determined to change that tonight.
Jongin shrugs, slithering drunken fingers around Minseok’s skinny wrist and meeting his eyes with a half-focused attempt at something smoldering. It still makes Minseok shiver.
“You, or something,” Jongin murmurs. The tequila has rendered his inhibitions pretty much null and he has this brilliant image in his head of Minseok squirming beneath him that he really desperately wants to make a reality and -
“Ah, okay then. I suppose I’m all yours,” Minseok agrees, smirking.
- and holy shit, Jongin is not expecting it to be this easy but he’s not complaining as Minseok picks himself up and leads Jongin upstairs and has him propped up on the kitchenette counter, fumbling for the lights and biting Jongin’s lip to shut him up. Jongin’s pretty sure this is the wrong power dynamic but Minseok is ripping his shirt off and he just shuts off the tiny sober sparks dotting his subconscious and lets it go.
Minseok’s tongue is cutting and fierce just exploring Jongin’s mouth. He tastes like bubblegum and Jongin groans softly into the kiss at the thought of that same tongue, that same taste on his dick, but Minseok is so much cleverer than Jongin could hope to be even if he were sober that Jongin winds up on his knees instead. He briefly wonders where Minseok got strong enough to pick him up off the counter and shove him to the ground but Minseok’s hands are already at his own jeans and Jongin knows that this is a million times better than rejection and he shoves Minseok’s hands away, finishing the job himself.
Jongin tugs down the skinny jeans and boxer-briefs and stares and Minseok’s half-hard cock in some kind of filthy, delighted confusion for a few seconds before Minseok huffs and pushes at his closed lips, giving Jongin no choice but to open his mouth and take it.
Jongin isn’t entirely how to properly suck dick, considering nobody’s ever really asked him to. His improvisation isn’t especially good either, and Minseok slaps his face hard.
“Fucking suck,” he demands in exasperation. Jongin tries to emulate the vapid girls who’ve sucked his own, moving his lips up and down awkwardly, and Minseok’s breathing becomes somewhat more erratic but of course he’s still not satisfied. Jongin’s not sure how much longer he can do this, but he’s helpless to resist.
“T-tongue. Use your tongue,” Minseok gasps out. Jongin does his best and nearly gags, barely managing to push back the reflex. Minseok snorts and bucks his hips into Jongin’s throat. Jongin pulls off his dick a coughing mess. Minseok smirks.
“You said you wanted me, didn’t you?”
Jongin can’t deny it. Minseok hopes he knows how beautiful he looks with precum on his lips and tears in his eyes because he really doesn’t feel like wasting time on telling him.
“You pretty little son of a bitch,” Minseok sighs, kicking off his pants, pulling Jongin to his feet and dragging the freshman into his bedroom by the belt loops. He kisses Jongin, transferring the gum to the younger’s mouth in the process, and sits him down on the bed to properly remove his pants, kneeling over Jongin’s body to undo the buttons and press a few chaste kisses just above the waistline of his jeans. His lips brush precariously close to Jongin’s dick in the process but don’t quite touch it and Minseok laughs as Jongin tries to buck his hips, nearly knocking Minseok’s tooth out.
“Eager, are we?” he asks teasingly as he undoes the buttons and slides the tight, black jeans down Jongin’s pale thighs. The boy is fit, studying dance or something, and Minseok bites his lip in admiration. God, he’s pretty, and Minseok is only ever looking for pretty. He has no interest in whatever love the other boys have put at stake when he’s fucked them.
“Not bad for a freshman,” he chuckles as he pulls Jongin’s dick from his boxers and strokes it ever so lightly. He appears distracted for a moment by the fog of mutual pleasure and nearly wraps his whole hand around the thing but shakes himself out of it, pushing his hair back and shoving Jongin onto the bed.
“Come on, get up there. Hands and knees,” he commands through his teeth. Jongin obeys, his thighs quivering. Minseok, of course, has lube and condoms in his bedside drawer, but even with the blow lessened by the cold gel, Jongin still bites down hard on his tongue as Minseok slides his first finger in and the taste of blood mixes with the taste of bubblegum.
Minseok curls the finger and Jongin arches his back, powerless to do anything but respond to the searing pleasure that rushes through him after what seems like an eternity of petrifying pain. His heart and his head are pounding just out of unison because he’s never been so desperately at someone else’s mercy, and yet he wouldn’t trade it for the world.
Eventually Minseok adds a second finger, incoherently praising Jongin for his responsiveness until he grows bored and pulls them out.
“You ready, baby?” he asks, his voice shaking. He’s done this a million times to a million other boys, but something about Jongin makes it so much more delicious and new and strange that he’s almost afraid. Still, the freshman is stupid, stuck-up, and desperate, and Minseok is perfectly willing to humor him in his quest to get off like the dirty bitch he is.
He can’t even see if Jongin nods due to his position but he rolls the condom up his cock anyway, lubes it up, and shoves in, spreading Jongin’s cheeks with his hands. Jongin can’t even register which way is up and he just gasps. Minseok pauses, holding Jongin’s sides to let him adjust - he isn’t that sadistic - and pushes in fully, grabbing on tighter as Jongin clenches around him.
Jongin’s tight as hell and probably a virgin and it just fuels Minseok’s fire. Slowly, Minseok pulls out again. He needs this friction. Jongin’s driven him crazy for the better half of a semester, always showing up at the dorm sweaty and half-naked from whatever sport he plays, and Minseok is sick of being the soft-spoken slut who only picks the lowest fruit off the trees to get himself off and feed his own ego.
He honestly just craves beauty, and he hasn’t gotten it quite right up until this moment.
And it’s just because of that that he fucks Jongin more kindly than he’s fucked anyone in a long time. Minseok’s pretty little lips are parted and his plump cheeks are flushed with lust as he thrusts in and out of the freshman’s tight asshole no more gently than usual, smacking his ass and watching his handprint appear, but he also reaches his hand to pump Jongin’s cock and sucks butterfly kisses onto back of the younger boy’s neck.
Perhaps he’s lost all his dignity, but God, he loves the way Jongin’s voice cracks as he moans.
And Jongin’s not sure he’s got much dignity either but he wouldn’t even be able to tell you what the word means right now because he’s so lost in pain and ecstasy. His mouth still tastes like iron even though he’s given up on holding back his screams and moans, equal parts wanton and devastated as his pride and his pleasure are torn apart and fed to him. Minseok is so unassuming and yet so controlling and Jongin thinks it’s beyond unfair but then the boy hits his prostrate and Jongin is shuddering and he cranes his neck backward to admire the way those lips are parted and those eyebrows are furrowed and those cheeks are flushed all because of him and it makes him feel a thousand fractions better.
Minseok slams into him once more with a strangled cry and spills out into the condom. Jongin watches him come and slowly chews at the now-flavorless gum, amazed by the pretty contortions of Minseok’s deceivingly innocent features.
Minseok pulls out, panting, and pulls Jongin down so they’re facing each other on the bed. His head is still fuzzy but he still manages that damn half-grin that made Jongin want him in the first place. And then he presses a kiss to Jongin’s cheek and starts to jerk him off properly, never breaking eye contact as he slides his small, skilled hand along the shaft.
Jongin comes all over both of their stomachs and Minseok’s sheets, but Minseok just shakes his head, grabs Jongin by the hair, and tugs him seated to shove his tongue in his mouth one last time. He can taste himself, his bubblegum, and his little freshman toy’s warm blood on Jongin’s fat lips and he revels in it for just a moment before pushing away, locking eyes with the younger boy. He picks up on the shock still etched in Jongin’s face and sighs.
“You said you wanted me, little Jongin,” he chides, gently wiping the cum off of their stomachs with Jongin’s shirt. “And you got me.”
He throws the shirt at Jongin. The younger offers him a tired smile. He just smirks and smacks the boy’s ass on his way out.
Jongin limps back to his room and spits out the gum, utterly exhausted and defeated as he falls back onto his own bed, staring up at the ceiling. The taste of bubblegum won’t leave his mouth and he hopes like hell that Minseok will be willing to do that again.
And again, and again, because holy fuck, Jongin’s in love with how filthy he feels.
Minseok smirks to himself as he falls asleep. He knows he’s created a monster, but it’s a gorgeous cockslut of a monster, and he’s proud of himself.