Thread by @vmin__paradise

🔞#vminau where th and jm are rival models. their hatred for one another oddly translates into rough hate sex.

https://twitter.com/honaemenu/status/1580889532228333568

it was only a matter of time before th and jm started working for the same agency. afterall, th has a reputation for being a bit.../high-strung/, so jm knew the fateful day would come where they would become colleagues.

it's late one night at the office, and like the workaholics they are, th and jm are in the board room, reviewing photos from their latest shoots.

"god, joo-young wouldn't stop talking about how good my legs look," th sighs, holding his photo up.

jm begrudgingly glances up to look at the photo. th is in dark leather shorts, high up on his thigh to show off the slightly toned muscle and smooth skin. jm grits his teeth and scoffs.

"wow, your fans will love that-all 5 of them!"

th gives an over the top laugh. "so you /do/ have a sense of humor! and here I thought you were stuck with a stick up your ass."

"fuck off, th," jm spits, looking back at his own photos and shuffling between them.

"god, I'm just teasing, lighten up," th huffs. he peeks curiously at jm's photos. "let me see your shots."

"what? no!" jm says, hugging the photos to his chest.

"why not? I showed you mine!" th protests. he reaches out, attempting to snatch the photos from his hands.

"I didn't want to see yours!"

"that's a lie."

jm freezes at that, and th takes the opportunity to swipe up the photos.

"hey!" jm squeaks, following after th. th holds them high above his head, an amused smirk on his face as he watches jm desperately try to grab them.

jm glares at th, fists clenching at his sides. "what are you? like 5 years old?"

"5 and a half, thank you very much," th hums, sticking his tongue out. jm rolls his eyes, arms crossing over his chest as he watches th lower the photos and look at them.

he's silent while he studies them, a blank expression on his face, and jm is surprised to find his heart pounding violently in his chest, as if anxiously awaiting a verdict.

th lays the photos on the table, pursing his lips. "that's it?"

jm blinks. "what do you mean that's it?"

"there's no skin."

"so? I don't have to show skin for people to think I'm gorgeous."

th snorts. "what's /that/ supposed to mean?"

"that the only way /some/ people get attention is by showing off their bodies," jm snaps.

th purses his lips. "why do I feel like that comment is directed towards me?"

"jesus, you really are just a giant himbo."

"so you think I'm attractive, hm?"

"that's all you got from that? really?" jm whines. he rolls his eyes and looks down at his photos, studying them for the hundredth time tonight. his breath hitches when th steps closer, leaning down with a smirk on his face.

"I just wanna hear you say you think I'm attractive."

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"never going to happen. I find you quite repulsive, actually."

th chuckles dryly, tongue in cheek as he gazes at jm's lips. "is that why you begged to be split open on my cock three times last week?"

jm's cheeks flush as he recalls last thursday evening. it was actually /four/ times they fucked at th's apartment, but who's counting. he taps his finger on his cheek, pursing his lips in thought.

"i'm sorry, wasn't it /you/ that texted me and asked for me to come over?"

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"yeah, to hang out! I'm trying to be friends with you, jm-ah," th chides.

jm hums. "didn't realize sending a text message saying: 'come over, wanna fuck your tight little ass' is how one makes friends."

"...okay well /maybe/ I also wanted to fuck you, but I am trying to be friends with you."

jm chuckles dryly. "to reiterate: I find you repulsive. I don't want to be friends with you."

th sighs, standing up and taking a step back. "you don't want to be friends? fine by me."

th steps directly behind jm, pressing his body against the smaller man as he leans down again. "we can still fuck though, right?" he growls, hands going to jm's hips and traveling down to squeeze his ass.

th gently grinds his hips, and jm's growing erection twitches at the feeling of his hard cock rubbing against his ass. he turns slightly to look at th, pushing his hips back to meet his gyrations.

"I don't know, I don't think you deserve it," jm hums.

"no? and why's that?" th asks, voice husky.

"well, you didn't have anything nice to say about my shots."

"oh, baby, you know I thought you looked good," th pouts. "I was just sad you weren't showing off more of your sexy body."

"what, like you?" jm straightens his back and turns around, lifting himself up on the table and gazing down at th's thighs. he lifts up a foot, chelsea boot running down his thigh. "showing off your thighs. such a fucking slut."

th whimpers at that, cock visibly twitching against his tight jeans. he takes a hold of jm's ankle, holding it in place as he humps against the sole of his boot.

"I /am/ a slut, and I'm fucking desperate for you, jm," th growls. "wanna fuck you."

"aw, I'm sure you do," jm pouts, and he yanks his foot away. "since you're such a slut, you can easily find some ass elsewhere."

th steps forward, settling between jm's legs and roughly grabbing jm's chin. "but I want /you/."

"for fucks sake, th, you can't always get what you want," jm hisses, smacking th's hand away. "you're such a spoiled fucking brat, go jack yourself off."

"oh no, /you're/ the fucking brat," th seethes, and jm gasps when he palms his erection.

"and /you're/ going to listen to me," th says, dragging his tongue over jm's plump lips. jm swallows the moan threatening to escape, instead chuckling and raising a daring brow.

"go to hell."

at that, th takes a hold of jm's hips and pulls him to the edge of the table, catching his lips with a kiss. jm lets his bratty fascade fade (just a tiny bit) to indulge himself, wrapping his arms and legs around th to bring him impossibly close.

they practically rip each other's clothes off - jm thinks a button may have actually popped off his shirt, but he couldn't care less, too wrapped up in th and the feeling of his bare chest on his.

their teeth clash, lips swelling with each bite they exchange. th's kisses gravitate away from jm's lips, to his jaw, and down his neck, greedily biting and sucking the soft skin.

"aish, you fucker, don't leave any marks."

th detaches from jm's neck, grumbling. "god, I know, so fucking bossy."

jm raises his brows and pushes th off of him, glaring as he unfastens his belt. "you want bossy? okay then. get on your knees and suck my dick."

th chuckles dryly. "no."

"if you want to fuck me, then you'll get down on your fucking knees and suck. my. /dick/," jm sneers. he takes a hold of th's hair and pushes down, th following his guidance and falling to his knees.

"you're a fucking asshole," th says bitterly, though he eagerly sucks on jm's tip, sinking down without further instruction.

jm laughs dazedly, head falling back. "look at that, you know how to follow directions. maybe you aren't such a himbo afterall."

jm yelps as th's hand comes down on his ass with a sharp smack. "fuck, tae!"

th gives an amused hum, sending glorious vibrations to his cock. he brings a hand up and starts massaging jm's balls, earning a contented sigh from the man.

he reaches around to his back pocket and pulls out a packet of lube, expertly ripping it open with one hand and squeezing some onto his finger. he sets the pack aside and swipes over jm's rim, pressing gently at his entrance.

th's brows knit in surprise from the easy glide of his finger past the ring of muscle. "damn, you took that well."

"I ought to—I'm still stretched out from this morning," jm says, and he fights the urge to laugh when he feels th pause, a cold glare on him.

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"did you get fucked this morning?"

did jm get fucked this morning? well, yes...by his dildo—but th doesn't need to know that, jm decides. so he simply flashes a smug grin, rocking down on th's fingers.

"felt so fucking amazing; never rode a cock that good."

th's jaw visibly clenches, and he adds two more fingers to jm's heat, jm whimpering in delight from the sudden stretch.

"funny—you said something similar to me last week...when you were crying on my cock, screaming about how much you love it."

there's a hateful twinge to his voice, something dark that sends shivers down jm's spine. th harshly thrusts his fingers in and out of jm's heat, unbuttoning his jeans as he keeps his eyes locked on jm.

"do I need to remind you whose cock you love the most"—he smacks jm's ass, kneading the flesh—"remind you who this ass belongs to?"

jm manages a laugh, teeth sinking into his lip. "I don't belong to anyone, and I /sure/ as hell don't belong to you."

th pulls his pants and boxers down, and jm feels his mouth water as he watches th's cock hit his stomach, red tip angrily leaking. Th reaches for the packet of lube, squeezing the remaining amount into his hand and spreading it down his length.

"you belong to me, jm, and I'll have you fucking screaming it by the time I'm done with you." th removes his fingers from jm and puts his tip against his entrance.

"please, your dick ain't that great. I—"

jm cries out as th pushes into his heat, bottoming out in one thrust.

th doesn't allow time for jm to adjust, instead snapping his hips back and forth with vigor. jm moans, jaw slack with pleasure as th splits him open, each thrust deep and rough. his cock leaks profusely, wetting his stomach, and th swipes up the precome with his finger.

"look at that, so fucking wet already," th hums. he sucks the precome off his finger then reaches down to jm's nipple, rubbing circles over the sensitive bud. "you ready to admit how much you love my cock?"

jm glares at th, sweat forming on his brow as he fights to keep himself from moaning. "fuck you."

th's lips press together in frustration, and he grips tightly onto jm's hips, lifting him a bit and fucking into him at the perfect angle.

"Oh my—/fuck/, tae!"

he hits jm's sweet spot over and over again, sending the smaller man into a writhing mess, toes curling in pleasure. his stomach twists into a knot, and he knows he's close to the edge.

"say you love my cock," th says breathlessly.

"seriously?" jm whines.

th freezes, and jm nearly panics, legs wrapping around his hips and desperately trying to get him to move. th looks at jm with an icy glare.

"if you want to come, you'll say it."

"just shut the hell up and fuck me," jm protests through gritted teeth.

"say. it. or I swear to God, I'll pull out."

"oh my god, /fine/! I love your cock! There, happy?"

Th smirks and continues to rock his hips, jm sighing in relief as he th is quickly returns to his relentless pace.

jm feels his core light up again, signaling once more he's nearing his climax. he lets himself melt into the table, and just as he's ready to fall head first into a state of euphoria, th tightly squeezes his dick, just below the tip.

"don't you dare fucking come."

"tae, what the fuck!" jm yelps, wriggling desperately.

"who does this ass belong to?" th murmurs.

jm groans, clawing at th's forearms. "tae, please!"

"say it and I'll let you come." th continues to mercilessly snap his hips, and it's all too overwhelming for jm.

he's got tears in his eyes at this point, so fucking desperate to come that he'll do whatever the hell th wants him to do.

"this ass belongs to you—only you, tae. no one fuck me like you. please let me come, fucking /please/."

th chuckles smugly and releases his grip on jm, and before he can even give him permission, jm comes with a deafening scream.

"fuck, that's it. scream for me," th growls, and he reaches his climax seconds later, cursing nearly as loudly as jm as he fills him.

their moans gradually die down as they ride out their orgasms, eventually leaving them in deafening silence, their heavy breathing the only thing filling the room.

th weakly pulls out, grunting as he bends over and picks up his shirt. jm watches him in surprise as he uses it to clean the come off his stomach.

"we could have gotten some paper towels or something."

th shrugs. "not a big deal. I have an extra shirt in my bag."

the models get dressed, th changing into the casual t-shirt he had in his bag. he slings his bag over his shoulder as jm collects his belongings.

"this one is really good," th's deep voixe echoes. jm looks up to see th staring at his photos on the table.

jm shoves his hands into his pockets and walks over to the table, standing beside th and looking down at the aforementioned photo.

it's one of him sitting down, bent over slightly and looking at something off camera. it's a beautiful picture, soft and delicate—something that is definitely not th's typical taste.

jm feels himself blush, and he clears his throat, pushing his hair back. "I thought you said I needed to show more skin."

"well, sex sells, afterall." jm scoffs and th looks at him, eyes softening as a small smile spreads across his face.

"but any shot with you in it is beautiful."

jm's heart skips a beat, stomach flipping from th's comment. "I didn't know you had a sweet side."

th makes a face. "I don't have a sweet side. just giving credit where credit is due."

"hm, no. I think you're sweet for me," jm winks, earning a groan from th.

"whatever makes you feel good about yourself," th sighs.

jm gives him the middle finger and goes back to his belongings in the corner of the room.

He takes his time collecting them, and when he turns around, expecting the room to be empty, he's surprised to see th is still there.

he quickly looks away from jm and down at his shoes. "so you're um...seeing someone?"

jm blinks. "what?"

"you had sex with someone this morning?" th says dumbly.

jm stifles a laugh, covering his mouth, and th stares at him with a grim expression. jm collects himself and smiles. "I never specified I was fucked by someone. there are such things as dildos, you know."

"so...you /didn't/ have sex with someone this morning?"

"oh my god, /no/!" jm snaps. "I take back what I said, you really are a fucking himbo."

"but that means you still find me attractive, right?"

"Jesus christ, I'm leaving." jm exits the board room, th following after him.

"I take that as a yes."

jm stops and spins around. "you want an answer? fine, answer /my/ question: what's it to you if I'm fucking someone?"

th's mouth open and shuts repeatedly. "it's nothing; I'm just a nosey asshole."

"hm. true." jm continues on his way, th on his heels. they wake in silence to the exit, and as they walk through the doors, th speaks up.

"I answered your question, are you going to answer mine?"

"no," jm deadpans, beelining for his car.

th pauses, jaw dropped as he watches jm walk away. "you're a fucking asshole!"

jm turns, flashing th a charming smile. "only for you, th!" he faces forward, seductively swaying his hips, and he can't help but feel smug, feeling th's eyes on him.

oh yeah, th is definitely going to give it to him the next time they fuck.

-and fin-