[fic] blow your mind [jinki/?]
(let me) blow your mind; jinki/?
a/n: revenge fic for jinkibangs >D muwah ♥ who actually helped me with it so it wasn’t really a surprise ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ i hope it's gud enough :3!!!
warnings: blowjobs, dirtytalk, glory hole~
"You can't be serious right now, Kibum," Jinki exclaims when the younger male phones him that night, asking if he wanted to go to a concert with him. "I have a Physics test tomorrow and two Calculus blocks, plus - "
"I've never been more serious, Jinki-yah," Kibum mocks the way the teachers call him and cuts him off, not even flinching at the glare behind the other's glasses that he knew he was giving him over the phone. "I'm not going to this concert by myself."
"Who is it?" Jinki replies in mild interest, writing down the next line from his textbook and nearly dropping the phone in the process.
"His name is Kim Jonghyun? He's a really famous solo artist, hyung, especially in the rock scene. He's also a DJ under the name 'Bling Bling' or some dumb shit, I don't pay attention to that. But his voice Jinki, his voice is something else."
"Okay, so he has a great voice. What else?"
"If you don't go, I will bedazzle your nipples and destroy all your Twix bars, because I know where you keep them; and quite possibly everything you love."
"...I'll go, Kibum," Jinki says after a long silence. Kibum squeals happily and hangs up, after a hurried I will pick you up so be ready.
Jinki lets himself fall face forwards into his book with a frustrated groan. Sometimes he regretted saving Kibum from drowning when they were younger, but only sometimes.
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They get to the already-packed venue around ten; Jinki already regretting deciding to wear his glasses as they all crowd around the front with their bodies pressing up against the stage when Jinki feels himself being rammed into a speaker and decides he has had enough. Kibum catches him, however.
"Yah! Where are you going?" the younger male hisses, grabbing onto his arm and trying to tug him back, "the show's starting in a few minutes; you can't leave just now!"
"I'll be there in a minute, Kibum, I just have to use the bathroom." Kibum reluctantly lets him go, turning his attention back to the stage not even ten seconds later like his best friend didn't just leave.
Jinki walks into the stall, locking it and sighing heavily. It was a blatant lie, really, but he felt so out of place here. He thought about returning (or texting) and saying that he wasn't feeling well and had just thrown up so he could go home and study for his tests, but something caught his eye. It's a hole carved into the wall, about some-odd inches in diameter. Big enough that something can fit through it, but not so big one could see someone from the other side (past a few inches of skin). Strange, he thinks, they haven't patched that up?
He's lost in thought when the door to the bathroom itself opens, a brief bustle of noise flooding the tiny room before it gives way to a single person whistling. Jinki freezes and stiffens, sneakers accidentally squeaking on the tile as the person goes into the stall next to him, drumming fingers on the wall; waiting for something.
"You've never seen a glory hole before, have you?" the voice is chuckling after the long pause, laugh deepening at the violent choked noise Jinki makes in response. "You've at least heard about them, right?"
Jinki hadn't slept around much, if at all (he and his first girlfriend had been too shy to take that final step, and he'd slept with his best friend Minho as something of an 'experiment with benefits'; whatever that was supposed to mean), and he wasn't sure how to tell the stranger this without sounding like...well, an inexperienced virgin.
Silence still hangs in the room; leading the male to smirk and lean back against the wall, playing with the lid of something he found in his pocket. The metallic clinks slightly bother Jinki, but he doesn’t say anything. "It's a blowjob without...seeing a person face to face; basically a source of anonymity. It's a way for both of us to get off and not have to worry about commitment. Here, come closer. There's a gap and I want to tell you something."
He leans closer through the small gap between the stall door and wall; causing Jinki to lean forward as well. He's taken aback when a pair of lips and teeth suddenly attach themselves to his lobe, nipping gently and causing a soft moan to pass through his lips (much to Jinki’s horror). "And you've caught me at the right time, so I can show you it."
Jinki gulps audibly, causing a chuckle to appear in the sudden silence of the room. "What? Are you nervous? I won't force you to or tell anyone."
The older male doesn't say anything, face turning scarlet. He's broken out of his thoughts by a light tapping the on wall again, voice changing into something Jinki would swear was intimacy.
"Yah. If you really don't want to, I'm not forcing. I don’t do that."
"N-no, i want to...try it," comes the shy response follow by a shift; Jinki having to adjust his suddenly tight-ish pants. so the mere idea of not being able to see who he was blowing was already turning him on.
"So what's your name, hm?" the voice is asking, lighting a cigarette; and Jinki figures out it was a lighter he must’ve been flicking earlier. The sickeningly sweet smell reaches Jinki's nose; and he fights back the urge to gag. "Don't worry, I just like the smell; I can’t smoke. Anyways, what name do you want me to call?"
"Jinki," Jinki catches himself blurting out instead of the pseudonym Onew he'd always given to people he really wasn't interested in. "M-my name is Jinki."
"Really? that's actually kind of a hot name," he says; and Jinki's heart skips at the compliment. (wait, his heart? that was going too far, he thinks.)
"What do you want to hear, Jinki?" he’s purring out softly, voice barely above a whisper. Everything's echoing off the walls, however, and Jinki shudders hearing the tone. "Hm? Do you want me to tell you how I like being taken into throats as far as they can? Would you like me guiding your fingers through this hole and jerking me off, feeling the weight?"
Jinki mumbles a weak response, flushing when a throaty laugh reaches his ears. "The walls are only so thin; you're going to have to say it again. Now if i was with you, I'd easily catch that."
"I-i just want...to blow you," comes the meek response, and he finds himself chuckling again as he's snapping the lighter shut, tossing it to the side and walking over to the hole in the wall.
"Is that it? You just want to blow me?" the sound of him unbuttoning his jeans and walking closer to the wall, sliding his cock through the hole and sighing at the slight loss of pressure fills Jinki’s ears. "Then get to it and suck me like you mean it."
With a flush now dark enough to resemble a new Crayola colour, Jinki kneels down (awkwardly; he has to find a position that's at least somewhat comfortable for him because it’s obvious he’ll be here for a bit) and carefully puts the head of the male’s cock around his lips.
"Oh fuck Jinki," comes the immediate whisper, pushing his hips forward a bit. Jinki uses his tongue and carefully licks around the head slowly, resisting the (hard) urge to smirk when he hears another bitten back fuck. He takes it out for a minute again, resting it on his lips and smirking at the groan behind the wall. he’s impatient, he thinks.
"Why'd you stop?"
"Do you like..." Jinki flushes, suddenly all devious smirks gone. He adjusts the glasses on his face before trying again. "A-a lot of s-saliva or...?"
An audible smirk; before pushing himself past Jinki's lips and relishing in the slight gagging sound the older male made at the sudden intrusion. "Less talking, more blowing." Jinki rolled his eyes - cocky little shit - but continued, slowly taking in the other inch by inch and listening to the male moan.
He wasn't loud in a bad way, Jinki muses a few sucks later; feeling his own dick twitch in response to the sounds he was making. However when he unbuttons his belt and unzips his jeans to tug them around his thighs so he could jerk himself off to the feeling, he hears a barked "leave them. leave your jeans alone. I want you to come just from sucking me. I want you to feel the weight of it, Jinki. i - shit," he hisses when he feels Jinki deepthroat him, soft hums vibrating into his body and making him press his hips further against the wall (and himself deeper down jinki's throat). "Fuck, i wish i could see you; I’ll bet you look so hot right now."
It's when Jinki finally starts sliding him in and out of his mouth and practically worshipping him does a bang sound from his head hitting the wall, letting soft swears escape his mouth. Jinki then does something uncharacteristic; pulling the cock from the wet, moist cavern and carefully smearing precome on his lips, leaving it to rest with only a thin string connecting them.
"I want to tangle my fingers in your hair so badly and just...fuck, Jinki, fuck you feel so good."
"Would you want to fuck me?" It's out before Jinki can stop himself and he finds himself blushing bright red and immediately taking it back into his mouth, a silent don't answer that hanging in the air.
There's a very long silence (except for soft sounds of slurping), before it’s broken. "Yeah, I would. Might even let you ride me just so I can watch your face as I slam into you over and over again."
"I would ride you," Jinki replies quietly against the head of his cock, causing him to shudder again at the sensation. "I'd ride you so hard, fuck. A-and I'd scream because you'd feel so perfect thrusting into me. You’d know exactly what angle to hit to make me scream, but you wouldn’t let me come immediately, would you?"
“Of course not, where’s the fun in that? I’d make you beg for it; make you tell me how good you feel around me and how you need me filling you up to make you come.”
“I’d love being filled,” Jinki’s practically moaning out, deepthroating him once again and relaxing his throat, letting the male face-fuck him to his liking. The wet, slick sounds from saliva and precome flood his brain, and Jinki has long lost it.
Jinki hears a groan on the other side of the wall and a mumbled fuck i'm coming at the last minute. He pulls away and shuts his eyes, allowing some of the initial release to land on his glasses.
"Keep sucking me off, because I want to at least finish in that mouth of yours" comes the slightly demanding voice, and Jinki feels himself drawn to the other's command. So he takes the male's dick back into his mouth, carefully milking the other through the remainder of his orgasm before becoming suddenly aware of the own stickiness inside his pants.
(at this he's taken aback, because he's never come unassisted just from sucking cock before.)
Jinki jerks back to reality when a drop of come drips from his glasses down his cheeks, flushing scarlet before remembering they were separated by a wall and the stranger couldn't see his embarrassed expression.
"Holy shit. I don't even know who you are, but you're perfect at sucking cock," comes the soft rumble behind the wall; and Jinki feels his blush darken to that of an unattractive tomato.
"Um...t-thank you?" comes the timid reply. He shifts and makes a face at the sticky mess on his thighs, hosting himself up to the seat and sitting down on it, grabbing spare pieces of toilet paper to clean himself up. A few moments pass and Jinki's somewhat clean when he looks up and sees a piece of paper sticking out of the hole where a cock was not even five minutes ago.
"W-what's this?"
The person behind the wall snorts. "My number, obviously."
"I-i'm afraid i don't get it?" Jinki replies, adjusting his come-stained glasses and making a face at how they weren't coming clean despite wiping at them with numerous tissues, deciding to take them off and put them in his pocket. However he gets up and walks over, taking the paper from the eye-level hole. He unfolds it, and pauses, eyes widening.
He freezes when he sees the name written on the scrap, and tries not to let the pounding of his heart echo into the next stall (anything was possible), doing a double take and feeling his cheeks heat right back up.
fuck it really WAS the Kim Jonghyun, the Jonghyun Kibum made him go see that night, the Jonghyun whose cock he just sucked, the Jonghyun who’d described the perfect fuck, the Jonghyun who had made him come without doing anything.
"Call me sometime," Jonghyun says; and Jinki can hear the zipping and fumbling of his jeans. "If your mouth is that good sucking I can't imagine what it'd be like moaning my name, begging for me to go faster and deeper. I've got to go back on stage; soundcheck’s almost over."
He leaves with a wave and Jinki feels his dick twitch again; trying to decide if it was the words or Jonghyun having an effect on him. Reaching for his cell (which had wound sprawled back in the corner), he inputs Jonghyun's number and sends one simple text: can you live up to your words? i’m free this thursday after my physics test.
he gets one back not even ten seconds later with i don’t make promises i can’t keep ;)
Jinki snaps the phone shut, grinning ear to ear and walking out of the stall and back into the venue. And when he sees Jonghyun take to the stage and reach for a microphone, pressing his lips against it and almost blowing it right there while giving him a subtle smirk, he definitely decides it's Jonghyun that has the effect.
a/n: revenge fic for jinkibangs >D muwah ♥ who actually helped me with it so it wasn’t really a surprise ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ i hope it's gud enough :3!!!
warnings: blowjobs, dirtytalk, glory hole~
"You can't be serious right now, Kibum," Jinki exclaims when the younger male phones him that night, asking if he wanted to go to a concert with him. "I have a Physics test tomorrow and two Calculus blocks, plus - "
"I've never been more serious, Jinki-yah," Kibum mocks the way the teachers call him and cuts him off, not even flinching at the glare behind the other's glasses that he knew he was giving him over the phone. "I'm not going to this concert by myself."
"Who is it?" Jinki replies in mild interest, writing down the next line from his textbook and nearly dropping the phone in the process.
"His name is Kim Jonghyun? He's a really famous solo artist, hyung, especially in the rock scene. He's also a DJ under the name 'Bling Bling' or some dumb shit, I don't pay attention to that. But his voice Jinki, his voice is something else."
"Okay, so he has a great voice. What else?"
"If you don't go, I will bedazzle your nipples and destroy all your Twix bars, because I know where you keep them; and quite possibly everything you love."
"...I'll go, Kibum," Jinki says after a long silence. Kibum squeals happily and hangs up, after a hurried I will pick you up so be ready.
Jinki lets himself fall face forwards into his book with a frustrated groan. Sometimes he regretted saving Kibum from drowning when they were younger, but only sometimes.
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They get to the already-packed venue around ten; Jinki already regretting deciding to wear his glasses as they all crowd around the front with their bodies pressing up against the stage when Jinki feels himself being rammed into a speaker and decides he has had enough. Kibum catches him, however.
"Yah! Where are you going?" the younger male hisses, grabbing onto his arm and trying to tug him back, "the show's starting in a few minutes; you can't leave just now!"
"I'll be there in a minute, Kibum, I just have to use the bathroom." Kibum reluctantly lets him go, turning his attention back to the stage not even ten seconds later like his best friend didn't just leave.
Jinki walks into the stall, locking it and sighing heavily. It was a blatant lie, really, but he felt so out of place here. He thought about returning (or texting) and saying that he wasn't feeling well and had just thrown up so he could go home and study for his tests, but something caught his eye. It's a hole carved into the wall, about some-odd inches in diameter. Big enough that something can fit through it, but not so big one could see someone from the other side (past a few inches of skin). Strange, he thinks, they haven't patched that up?
He's lost in thought when the door to the bathroom itself opens, a brief bustle of noise flooding the tiny room before it gives way to a single person whistling. Jinki freezes and stiffens, sneakers accidentally squeaking on the tile as the person goes into the stall next to him, drumming fingers on the wall; waiting for something.
"You've never seen a glory hole before, have you?" the voice is chuckling after the long pause, laugh deepening at the violent choked noise Jinki makes in response. "You've at least heard about them, right?"
Jinki hadn't slept around much, if at all (he and his first girlfriend had been too shy to take that final step, and he'd slept with his best friend Minho as something of an 'experiment with benefits'; whatever that was supposed to mean), and he wasn't sure how to tell the stranger this without sounding like...well, an inexperienced virgin.
Silence still hangs in the room; leading the male to smirk and lean back against the wall, playing with the lid of something he found in his pocket. The metallic clinks slightly bother Jinki, but he doesn’t say anything. "It's a blowjob without...seeing a person face to face; basically a source of anonymity. It's a way for both of us to get off and not have to worry about commitment. Here, come closer. There's a gap and I want to tell you something."
He leans closer through the small gap between the stall door and wall; causing Jinki to lean forward as well. He's taken aback when a pair of lips and teeth suddenly attach themselves to his lobe, nipping gently and causing a soft moan to pass through his lips (much to Jinki’s horror). "And you've caught me at the right time, so I can show you it."
Jinki gulps audibly, causing a chuckle to appear in the sudden silence of the room. "What? Are you nervous? I won't force you to or tell anyone."
The older male doesn't say anything, face turning scarlet. He's broken out of his thoughts by a light tapping the on wall again, voice changing into something Jinki would swear was intimacy.
"Yah. If you really don't want to, I'm not forcing. I don’t do that."
"N-no, i want to...try it," comes the shy response follow by a shift; Jinki having to adjust his suddenly tight-ish pants. so the mere idea of not being able to see who he was blowing was already turning him on.
"So what's your name, hm?" the voice is asking, lighting a cigarette; and Jinki figures out it was a lighter he must’ve been flicking earlier. The sickeningly sweet smell reaches Jinki's nose; and he fights back the urge to gag. "Don't worry, I just like the smell; I can’t smoke. Anyways, what name do you want me to call?"
"Jinki," Jinki catches himself blurting out instead of the pseudonym Onew he'd always given to people he really wasn't interested in. "M-my name is Jinki."
"Really? that's actually kind of a hot name," he says; and Jinki's heart skips at the compliment. (wait, his heart? that was going too far, he thinks.)
"What do you want to hear, Jinki?" he’s purring out softly, voice barely above a whisper. Everything's echoing off the walls, however, and Jinki shudders hearing the tone. "Hm? Do you want me to tell you how I like being taken into throats as far as they can? Would you like me guiding your fingers through this hole and jerking me off, feeling the weight?"
Jinki mumbles a weak response, flushing when a throaty laugh reaches his ears. "The walls are only so thin; you're going to have to say it again. Now if i was with you, I'd easily catch that."
"I-i just want...to blow you," comes the meek response, and he finds himself chuckling again as he's snapping the lighter shut, tossing it to the side and walking over to the hole in the wall.
"Is that it? You just want to blow me?" the sound of him unbuttoning his jeans and walking closer to the wall, sliding his cock through the hole and sighing at the slight loss of pressure fills Jinki’s ears. "Then get to it and suck me like you mean it."
With a flush now dark enough to resemble a new Crayola colour, Jinki kneels down (awkwardly; he has to find a position that's at least somewhat comfortable for him because it’s obvious he’ll be here for a bit) and carefully puts the head of the male’s cock around his lips.
"Oh fuck Jinki," comes the immediate whisper, pushing his hips forward a bit. Jinki uses his tongue and carefully licks around the head slowly, resisting the (hard) urge to smirk when he hears another bitten back fuck. He takes it out for a minute again, resting it on his lips and smirking at the groan behind the wall. he’s impatient, he thinks.
"Why'd you stop?"
"Do you like..." Jinki flushes, suddenly all devious smirks gone. He adjusts the glasses on his face before trying again. "A-a lot of s-saliva or...?"
An audible smirk; before pushing himself past Jinki's lips and relishing in the slight gagging sound the older male made at the sudden intrusion. "Less talking, more blowing." Jinki rolled his eyes - cocky little shit - but continued, slowly taking in the other inch by inch and listening to the male moan.
He wasn't loud in a bad way, Jinki muses a few sucks later; feeling his own dick twitch in response to the sounds he was making. However when he unbuttons his belt and unzips his jeans to tug them around his thighs so he could jerk himself off to the feeling, he hears a barked "leave them. leave your jeans alone. I want you to come just from sucking me. I want you to feel the weight of it, Jinki. i - shit," he hisses when he feels Jinki deepthroat him, soft hums vibrating into his body and making him press his hips further against the wall (and himself deeper down jinki's throat). "Fuck, i wish i could see you; I’ll bet you look so hot right now."
It's when Jinki finally starts sliding him in and out of his mouth and practically worshipping him does a bang sound from his head hitting the wall, letting soft swears escape his mouth. Jinki then does something uncharacteristic; pulling the cock from the wet, moist cavern and carefully smearing precome on his lips, leaving it to rest with only a thin string connecting them.
"I want to tangle my fingers in your hair so badly and just...fuck, Jinki, fuck you feel so good."
"Would you want to fuck me?" It's out before Jinki can stop himself and he finds himself blushing bright red and immediately taking it back into his mouth, a silent don't answer that hanging in the air.
There's a very long silence (except for soft sounds of slurping), before it’s broken. "Yeah, I would. Might even let you ride me just so I can watch your face as I slam into you over and over again."
"I would ride you," Jinki replies quietly against the head of his cock, causing him to shudder again at the sensation. "I'd ride you so hard, fuck. A-and I'd scream because you'd feel so perfect thrusting into me. You’d know exactly what angle to hit to make me scream, but you wouldn’t let me come immediately, would you?"
“Of course not, where’s the fun in that? I’d make you beg for it; make you tell me how good you feel around me and how you need me filling you up to make you come.”
“I’d love being filled,” Jinki’s practically moaning out, deepthroating him once again and relaxing his throat, letting the male face-fuck him to his liking. The wet, slick sounds from saliva and precome flood his brain, and Jinki has long lost it.
Jinki hears a groan on the other side of the wall and a mumbled fuck i'm coming at the last minute. He pulls away and shuts his eyes, allowing some of the initial release to land on his glasses.
"Keep sucking me off, because I want to at least finish in that mouth of yours" comes the slightly demanding voice, and Jinki feels himself drawn to the other's command. So he takes the male's dick back into his mouth, carefully milking the other through the remainder of his orgasm before becoming suddenly aware of the own stickiness inside his pants.
(at this he's taken aback, because he's never come unassisted just from sucking cock before.)
Jinki jerks back to reality when a drop of come drips from his glasses down his cheeks, flushing scarlet before remembering they were separated by a wall and the stranger couldn't see his embarrassed expression.
"Holy shit. I don't even know who you are, but you're perfect at sucking cock," comes the soft rumble behind the wall; and Jinki feels his blush darken to that of an unattractive tomato.
"Um...t-thank you?" comes the timid reply. He shifts and makes a face at the sticky mess on his thighs, hosting himself up to the seat and sitting down on it, grabbing spare pieces of toilet paper to clean himself up. A few moments pass and Jinki's somewhat clean when he looks up and sees a piece of paper sticking out of the hole where a cock was not even five minutes ago.
"W-what's this?"
The person behind the wall snorts. "My number, obviously."
"I-i'm afraid i don't get it?" Jinki replies, adjusting his come-stained glasses and making a face at how they weren't coming clean despite wiping at them with numerous tissues, deciding to take them off and put them in his pocket. However he gets up and walks over, taking the paper from the eye-level hole. He unfolds it, and pauses, eyes widening.
He freezes when he sees the name written on the scrap, and tries not to let the pounding of his heart echo into the next stall (anything was possible), doing a double take and feeling his cheeks heat right back up.
fuck it really WAS the Kim Jonghyun, the Jonghyun Kibum made him go see that night, the Jonghyun whose cock he just sucked, the Jonghyun who’d described the perfect fuck, the Jonghyun who had made him come without doing anything.
"Call me sometime," Jonghyun says; and Jinki can hear the zipping and fumbling of his jeans. "If your mouth is that good sucking I can't imagine what it'd be like moaning my name, begging for me to go faster and deeper. I've got to go back on stage; soundcheck’s almost over."
He leaves with a wave and Jinki feels his dick twitch again; trying to decide if it was the words or Jonghyun having an effect on him. Reaching for his cell (which had wound sprawled back in the corner), he inputs Jonghyun's number and sends one simple text: can you live up to your words? i’m free this thursday after my physics test.
he gets one back not even ten seconds later with i don’t make promises i can’t keep ;)
Jinki snaps the phone shut, grinning ear to ear and walking out of the stall and back into the venue. And when he sees Jonghyun take to the stage and reach for a microphone, pressing his lips against it and almost blowing it right there while giving him a subtle smirk, he definitely decides it's Jonghyun that has the effect.