Thread by @vmin__paradise

🔞what about roommates #vmin who are getting ready to go to a halloween party, and th is thrown for a loop when his best bro jm comes out dressed as a playboy bunny.

It's the night of nj's annual Halloween party. Th slides on his jacket, completing his racecar driver costume as he awaits jm to come out of his room.

"Yah, jm-ah, we're going to be late!"

"I know! I'm almost done!" jm calls put.

"You said that 20 minutes ago."

"Th-ah you can't rush perfection."

Th sighs and leans against the couch, pulling out his phone to peruse social media while he awaits jm's grand entrance.

Jm had been gushing to th for weeks about his costume. What the costume exactly was, well, that was a surprise, But jm /did/ tell th that he and jk would be matching. Something silly, if th had to guess.

Finally, th hears the click clack of jm's chelsea boots coming down the hallway.

"Aish, took you long enough," th jeers. He puts his phone in his pocket and looks up. "You—" His heart drops into his ass when he sees jm.

Jm's dressed in a strapless pink bodysuit, white chelsea boots and white stockings high on his legs. He's got a white mask in hand, and the gears in th's mind are working overtime to make sense of the sight before him.

"Ta-da!" Jm cheers. He poses, hands on his cheek while he pops his hip out. "So, what do you think?"

Th clears the lump in his throat. "What uh...what are you supposed to be?"

Jm rolls his eyes, sighing in disappointment. He brings the mask up to his face, pointing at the tall ears on top. "I'm a playboy bunny!" He spins around, and th feels like he might actually faint as he watches jm shake his ass, showing off his cute little cotton tail.

"I even got the tail!"

th's dick jumps from the sight. "How...cute," he forces with a smile.

Jm giggles and turns around, walking up th. "And look at you! I told you you'd look great in this."

Shivers run down th's spine when jm runs his hands down his chest, admiring the costume. "Y-yeah, you did a great job picking it out."

"Of course I did! I know what suits you, th-gie. We're best friends, afterall," jm smiles.

Th gives a small smile, feeling guilty for thirsting over his friend, and looks at the front door. "We should get going, yeah? We still need to pick up some beer."

"Oh, right! I forgot about that, let's get going."

Jm heads for the door, cotton tail flopping, and it takes everything in th's power to stare at the back of jm's head instead of his perky ass.

They go buy some beer, and th wishes his best friend had elected to stay in the vehicle after noticing all the ravenous looks he receives in the store. To th's dismay, the stares don't stop when they arrive at nj's apartment, eyes locking on jm the moment they walk in.

They make their way into the kitchen where hs and yg mixing cocktails. Hs looks up, eyes widening when he sees jm's outfit.

"Yahh, jm-ahh!" He sings. "You look fucking /sexy/!" Jm giggles as he spins around for hs, hs planting a few solid smacks to his ass.

Th's cheeks burn. "Hey, what about me!" He breathes a sigh of relief when hs lets go of jm and turns his attention to him.

Hs pokes his lip out in sympathy. "Oh, tae-ah, you look sexy too!"

"Where’s kook?" Jm asks, looking at the crowd in the apartment.

"Probably hiding in the bathroom," yg snorts. "He's been too shy to come out."

"Ugh, jk," jm groans. "I'm not going to let him ruin our plan!" He marches off to the bathroom, and th turns to hs and yg, brows knit in confusion.

"'Plan?'" Th echoes.

Hs sighs. "Apparently sj got drunk awhile back and told jk it would be hot if he dressed up as a playboy bunny for halloween. so jm—like the hopeless romantic he is—convinced jk to dress up in hopes they /finally/ fuck. Jk only agreed to it if jm dressed up too."

"Ah, well let's hope jm's efforts are all for naught," th hums, retrieving a beer and popping it open.

Seconds later, jm reappears, hand in hand with a blushing jk. "Everyone, doesn't jk look great!"

"Jm-ah!" Jk whines. He attempts to flee but is stuck in place by jm's grip.

"Here, this will help," yg says. He hands a shot to jk, who downs it immediately.

Jk wipes his mouth. "Is sj here yet?"

"Nada," hs says. Jk groans, and hs comes around the counter. "That's okay! We can take the time to kick back and get into seductive mode!"

"Yes! Let's go dance! Maybe warm up with some flirting?" Jm wiggles his eyebrows, glancing at the guests.

"Oh god," jk sighs.

Yg hands him another shot. "Some more liquid courage for ya."

Jk throws it back, and before he can protest some more, hs drags him out into the crowd.

Jm turns to th, grabbing onto his forearm and pulling. "Th-gie come dance!"

"Jm-ah you know I need at least 12 drinks before I set foot on the dancefloor," th chides, though the pout on jm's face nearly makes him give in.

"Promise me you'll dance with me at least once tonight?"

Th sighs, knowing he can't deny jm anything. "I promise." He holds up his pinky, to which jm wraps his own tiny pinky around.

Jm backs away, pointing between th and yg. "You two don't drink all the alcohol!"

Th laughs, eyes shifting down to jm's ass as he prances away.

He snaps back to attention when yg clears his throat. He turns to look at him, the older man staring at him with a knowing look.

"What?" Th asks.

"Nevermind sj and jk; when are /you two/ gonna fuck?" Yg quips.

A fierce blush spreads across th's cheeks, and he forces a laugh, leaning casually against the counter. "Very funny."

"Do I sound like I'm joking," yg deadpans. "Seriously, I don't know how you guys aren't a couple yet."

"Um, because we're best friends?"

"You guys are far beyond the realm of best friends."

"Well, that's true. We /are/ soulmates," th hums thoughtfully. Yg stares blankly at him. "What?"

"You hear yourself, right? You just called jm your soulmate."

"Yeah, and?"

Yg looks appalled. "That's not normal!"

"Of course it is!" Th defends.

"I wouldn't say constant gushing about your soulmate is a normal /friendly/ thing," yg says.

"But it is? What kind of friend are you if you don't talk about your best friend like they're the most amazing human in the world?"

"What kind of friend checks out their best friend at every given opportunity?" Yg bounces back, and th's jaw drops slightly at that.

"There's nothing wrong with /admiring/ your friend's body."

"Is that what they call it nowadays?" Yg snorts, earning an icy glare from th.

"There's nothing romantic between me and jm. We're /just/ friends."

Yg simply rolls his eyes and returns to making cocktails. Th takes a seat at the bar, sipping on beer and admiring (yes, /admiring/) jm on the dancefloor.

He's got the biggest grin on his face, eyes scrunched into crescent moons from laughter as he and hs grind against jk. fuck, jm is just...perfect. his fun and caring personality, his giggle, his smile, his body...

/Hold up. Stop your horny thoughts right there./ Th shakes his head, looking away from jm and around at the other party guests. His eyes land in sj and nj approaching with snacks.

"Yah, joon-ah, jin!"

"Hey, you made it!" Nj cheers.

He and sj sets the bags of food on the counter. "Where’s jm-ah?"

"Oh he's out on the dancefloor with hobi and /kook/," th smirks, nodding in their direction. He stifles a laugh from the look on sj's face, eyes comically widening when he spots jk.

"Looks like they're having a good time," sj says, eyes glued on jk.

"Yeah, especially jm," yg says smugly.

Th snaps around to see the new development. Jm is smoothly swaying with the music, a shy smile on his face as dances with some dude th has never seen before.

The asshole is pressed up against jm, hands on his hips and dancing, way, /way/ too fucking close. Th's jaw clenches at the sight, and he can't ignore the peculiar way his stomach twists into a knot.

"You okay, tae?" Nj asks

Th turns back to his friends, noticing the smug smile on yg's face. He clears his throat and grins, casually waving his hand. "Yeah, I'm good. What snacks did you guys bring?"

He pretends to be interested in the long list of food purchases, staring intensely at each individual item, but try as he might, he can't stop thinking about jm and his new.../acquaintance/.

He keeps his back turned to them for a few songs, staying focused on his friends and doing his best to listen to their conversations. After about 5 or so songs, th determines it's a good time to check in on jm—make sure he isn't making an sos call to escape the prick.

He turns around, and he nearly drops his beer bottle to see jm and his acquaintance still dancing. But now, the douchebag is leaning down, whispering in jm's ear and getting sweet giggles out of him.

/Huh. That's fine. Totally fine./

So why does th have the overwhelming urge to kick this dude in the balls and take jm away from him?

Th doesn't know, and quite honestly, he doesn't /want/ to know why he's so pissed.

He turns back around, looking at the liquor before him and deciding some shots should remedy the situation.

Unfortunately, 7 shots in, th discovers the shots do /not/ make the situation any better. It, in fact, makes it 10 times fucking worse.

"Who the fu—/hic/—ck does that asshole think he is? Dancing all over jm-ie like that—/my/ jm-ie!" Th whines, shaking nj's shoulders.

"Why are you so mad about it? He's not your boyfriend," Yg laughs, voice slurring a bit.

"/so?!/" th screeches. "that doesn't mean that douche has the right to take advantage of jm like that!"

"the man's just shooting his shot, I applaud him for that," nj laughs.

th narrows his eyes at nj. "traitor."

yg sighs. "he's got a point. the guy saw the opportunity and took it...unlike /somebody/."

th lightly smacks yg. "don't talk about sj that way! he'll put the moves on jk someday."

"tae, you dumbass, sj /did/ put the moves on jk; they're over there cuddled up on the couch."

th spins around to see sj and jk on the crowded sofa, sj's arm resting behind jk as they laugh and share a drink.

"besides, I was talking about /you/!" yg rolls his eyes. "you gotta make your move before jm finds someone else."

and just before th throws a full on hissy fit, ready to make the argument /once again/ that he and jm are just friends, nj points behind him.

"I don't know. I think it may be too late."

th follows the direction of nj's finger, heart dropping when he finds jm and dickhead in the corner of the living room. jm is leaning against the wall, smiling bashfully while the guy stands in front of him, elbow resting on the wall beside his head.

th catches the stranger's long touches to jm's arm and hip, the lustful glances at his plush lips. The man wants jm, and th knows he has every intention to have him.

without thinking, th bounds forward, eyes locked on the intimate pair.

jm looks at th as he approaches, flashing a broad smile. "th-gie!" he squeaks happily. he takes a hold of th's hand, looking back to his new friend. "woong, this is my best friend, th."

"soulmate, actually," th corrects, looking at woong with a smug smile.

woong looks between th and jm, an awkward chuckle escaping him. "oh uh...it's nice to meet you tae-"

"are you trying to fuck jm?" th asks bluntly.

jm and woong's eyes double in size, and jm forces a laugh, looking between th and woong. "tae can have a crude sense of humor."

"yeah but right now I'm genuinely curious if this asshole is trying to fuck you."

"th!" jm gasps, appalled.

woong lifts his brows, eyeing th up and down and taking a step towards him. "what did you just call me?"

"Ah, an /asshole/," th says matter of factly.

woong chuckles dryly. "unless you want a black eye, I suggest you fucking leave."

"Ooo, /threats/! You really /are/ just as dickish as you look," th bites.

woong's hands ball into fists, and th moves to unzip his jacket, more than ready to throw down with the stranger.

"okay, that's enough!" jm spits. he steps in between woong and th, roughly grabbing th's wrist and dragging him down the hallway. he takes them to nj's bedroom, slamming the door shut before turning to th, seething. "what the /fuck/ is your problem?"

"what do you mean?" th asks, eyes wide in innocence.

"oh, don't play dumb! why were you being such a dick to woong?"

"I wasn't!" th protests. jm gives him a knowing look, crossing his arms over his chest, and th sighs. "he deserved it!"

"what! why?!" jm sneers. he sticks his hip out to the side, standing at the perfect angle to show off his ass and perfect little cotton tail.

th swallows dryly, willing himself to ignore the sight and maintain eye contact with jm. "he was trying to fuck you."

"yeah? what's the issue with that?"

th blinks. "well...he shouldn't be trying to do that."

"and why not?" jm asks, patience wearing thin.

th's mouth open and shuts repeatedly. "b-because! he shouldn't be trying to take advantage of you."

jm cocks his head to the side. "it's not 'taking advantage' if I wanted him to fuck me, now is it?"

th immediately feels queasy. "you wanted to fuck him?"

Jm groans. "th, why are you like this?"

"like what?"

"Like"—he motions vaguely at th—"/jealous/."

th laughs, a little /too/ jovially. "jealous!? why would I be jealous?"

Jm studies th, stepping forward and pausing inches in front of him. "Because you're in love with me."

Th's face falls, heart dropping along with it. He numbly shakes his head. "I-I’m not."

"Then prove it." Jm quirks a daring brow. "Kiss me."

Th simply gawks at jm, not entirely sure he heard him correctly. "what?"

"Kiss me. Prove to me that you don't feel anything."

the gravity of jm's request brings th out of his drunken state, sobering him up immediately. his heart drums anxiously in his chest, breaking into a cold sweat as he forces himself to play it cool.

"Uh—okay! Easy," he says, voice sounding much more nervous than he intended.

he gives a confident nod (more for his own sake than jm's) and slowly leans in. he stares at jm's plush lips, suddenly feeling dizzy as he realizes he's about to touch them with his own, and before th can back out, think of some kind of lame ass excuse, their lips come together.

Th barely has time to register the kiss. It happens quickly—too quickly for /his/ brain, anyways. He nearly whines when jm pulls away, lips left tingling and begging for more.

"So?" Jm asks breathlessly, cheeks flushed prettily to match his pink costume. "Anything?"

"Absolutely nothing," th deadpans. He looks at jm's lips. "And to prove I felt jack shit, I'll do it again." Before jm can respond, th captures his lips in a kiss. This time, though, th makes sure it lasts longer, appreciating the softness of jm's lips, savoring the taste of him.

th wills himself to pull away, lightheaded from holding his breath. jm looks just as dazed, staring blankly at th as he catches his own breath.

"final verdict?" jm huffs.

th is frozen, every memory of he and jm flashing before his eyes in an instant; and by some miracle, th snaps out of his years long denial, finally coming to terms with what he's tried to ignore for so long.

"shit, c'mere," th growls, pulling jm into a passionate kiss.

jm moans in response, clasping his hands around th's nape to bring him impossibly close. th backs them into the door, licking into jm's mouth as his hands begin to wander over his body. jm reaches behind himself, hand aimlessly searching for the door handle and locking it.

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th's hands trail down to jm's backside, over his cotton tail and cupping his ass. "fuck, you look so sexy in this costume," he growls against his lips.

jm giggles. "I was hoping you'd like it."

th lifts a brow at that, hiking jm up into his arms. "oh? were you hoping to seduce me?"

"maybe a little bit," jm hums in th's ear. he presses kisses below his lobe, th moaning in response.

th tightens his grip on jm, walking back until his knees hit nj's bed.

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they fall back onto the bed, jm giggling as th is pinned beneath him. jm looks at th, eyes raking over his body, pausing when they reach the bulge in his pants. he reaches for his waistband, looking at th through hooded eyes.

"wanna make you feel good, th-gie."

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th swallows dryly, hands running up the back of jm's thighs. "wanna make you feel good, too."

jm hums, a soft smile on his face. "always wanting to take care of me. love that about you," he murmurs, palming th's erection.

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th moans, eyes fluttering shut as he rolls his hips up into jm's hand. he whines when jm pulls his hand away, jm chuckling in response.

"I'll give you more, baby. move up on the bed for me."

th shivers from the pet name, nodding and shuffling back on the bed.

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jm crawls up the bed, pushing th down onto his back with a smirk. he turns around, positioning himself so he's hovering over th's hips, his own hips hovering over th's face. th revels in the sight, cock jumping as his hands travel over jm's ass.

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"so handsy," jm chides, unbuttoning th's pants.

"you can't just sit here with your cute little playboy bunny ass in my face and /not/ expect me to be all over it!" th slips his fingers under the seam of jm's bodysuit, pulling it aside.

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he moans at the sight of jm's cock springing free, rim fluttering from his warm breath. he licks a stripe over the underside of jm's length, earning a high-pitched whimper from him.

"/fuck/, tae, hang on! I don't even have your pants off yet."

"sounds like a personal problem," th smirks. he takes jm's cock into his mouth, suckling on the tip before swallowing more. jm is already sent into a moaning mess, but he quickly finds even ground when he gets th's pants and boxers down, deep throating him in one go.

th moans deeply around jm's cock, marveling in the feeling of his lips gliding up and down his own length, the delicious roll of his tongue. jm bobs his head with fervor, simultaneously fucking into th's mouth while pushing back, searching for more.

th lets jm's dick slide out of his mouth, turning his attention elsewhere. he takes a hold of jm's ass checks, massaging the flesh before spreading them. he licks his lips, diving in and licking over jm's rim.

jm comes off th's length, moaning. "oh my-fuck, tae!"

jm's enthusiastic cry fuels th. he brings his hand around to jack him off, continuing to lick and kiss the ring of muscle. jm does his best to continue sucking th off, struggling to do so between his moans and tensing body.

th notices a bottle of lube on nj's nightstand and decides to give jm a break, pausing his pleasuring motions and grabbing the bottle.

"is it okay if I finger you?"

jm nods. "please, I don't know how much longer I can wait for you."

th squeezes some lube onto his fingers. "so you want me to fuck you?" he presses a digit gently into jm's heat, the latter moaning in response.

"been dying for you to fuck me for years," jm admits, taking th's finger with ease.

"years, huh?" th chuckles. he adds another finger to jm's heat, cock twitching from the whimper that slips past his lips. "you should have said something, min-ah."

"me? what about - " th scissors his fingers " - /oh fuck/."

"guess we just need to make up for all the years of pining, hm?" th laughs. he slowly slides his fingers in and out of jm, taking his time to ease him open. jm eventually pulls away, turning to face th and settling in his lap.

they exchange heated kisses, nipping lightly at one another's lips, teeth and tongues clashing to taste one another. th gasps when jm wraps a hand around his dick, pumping him.

"got a condom?" jm hums.

"fuck, no." th looks at nj's nightstand. "maybe nj has some? unless that's weird to use some of his condoms."

jm stops pumping. "tae. we just 69'd on his bed and used his lube to finger my ass. we're past that point."

"...okay, yeah you got a point."

th opens the nightstand drawer, retrieving a readily available condom. he slides it on, jm squeezing lube onto his length before spreading the rest over his entrance.

th watches with bated breath as jm shuffles, lining himself up with his cock, praying this isn't one of his sexy dreams he's going to wake up depressed (and horny) from.

but when jm sinks down on his cock, enveloping him in his tight heat, he knows none of this is a dream.

they moan in unison, a sensual melody echoing loudly throughout the room.

"god, jm-ah, you feel so fucking good," th whines.

"could say the same for you," jm chuckles. he sits up, sinking back down to start a slow rhythmic pace.

he quickly acclimates to th, soon adjusting his movements to a faster pace, sinking deeper and deeper onto his cock. the pleasure builds rapidly in th's stomach; feeling jm's heat tighten around him, hearing his moans becoming higher and needier.

th runs his hands down jm's waist, appreciating the sexy costume he once resented. "you look so beautiful, min-ah. people can't keep their eyes off of you in this costume."

jm pouts. "you think I'm only beautiful in this costume?"

"I think you're beautiful /always/."

jm giggles. "you gonna be able to be handle me in this costume for the rest of the night? all the /stares/?" there's a mocking tone in his voice, and th takes that as a challenge. He flips jm onto his back, looking down at him with a smirk.

"I'm not worried. by the time we're done, people are gonna know who you belong to." he snaps his hips forward with fervor, jm crying out as he drives straight into his prostate. he thrusts deeply into jm, rocking into his sweet spot over and over again.

jm is deafening, moaning and cursing with each movement of th's hips. the heat in th's stomach grows, feeling himself plummeting closer to the edge. he leans down, peppering kisses over jm's neck. "you're mine, aren't you, jm-ah?"

"yes, yes tae-ah. I'm - /ah, fuck/ - I'm yours." jm kisses the shell of th's ear. "always gonna be yours," he murmurs. the drawn out whimper that follows is the final nail in the coffin for th. a guttural moan escapes him, body tensing as he comes.

jm follows soon after, coming with an ear-splitting scream that the party-goers most /definitely/ hear. their moans and obscenities die down as they ride out their orgasms, becoming completely silent when they have nothing left to give.

they lie together for a few minutes, staring up at the ceiling and panting.

jm speaks up first "that was..."

"amazing?" th finishes.

"very much so." he looks at th. "nearly 10 years of friendship when it could of been 10 years of fucking. goddamn."

"you've loved me for 10 years?" th asks.

"you haven't?" jm quips, and th laughs, leaning in to press a kiss to jm's lips. jm sits up, sighing weakly and grabbing tissues from nj's nightstand. "do we have to go back out there?"

"what, you don't want to rub it in everyone's faces that we just fucked?" th asks, taking his condom off.

"it's not that. I'd just rather cuddle and talk about how fucking stupid we were for ignoring our feelings for so long."

th laughs. "god, please tell me I'm not the only one who had wet dreams about us?"

jm giggles, plopping down on the bed beside th. "you don't even know the half of it."

th is sent back into a daze at the feeling of jm's lips on his, giving him a tender kiss.

he wraps an arm around jm's waist, tempted to take up his offer and spend the rest of the evening locked away in nj's bedroom.

but their intimate moment is interrupted by a banging on the door. "yah, you two have had your fun! now get out!" sj yells, jk laughing giddily.

th and jm exchange looks, laughing excitedly for their friends. they quickly clean up, deciding to go back out into the party and give their friends some /alone time/.

their friends cheer when they come out, yg dedicating a toast to the couple for "finally sealing the deal."

as promised, th dances with jm, and when he sees woong across the apartment, glaring bitterly, he gives jm's ass a proud squeeze, planting a sloppy kiss to his lips.

- the end -

thank you to everyone who read! I'm so sorry I couldn't post this all at once or closer together. I really hope everyone enjoyed! 🥺💗