

The Way I Fuck Him
Rival teammates Yoongi and Jimin fuck in the gym after hours.The last flicker of the overhead lights buzzed as Yoongi slammed Jimin against the padded wall, breathing hard. Sweat dripped from his jaw onto Jimin’s neck, hot and slow. "You think you won today?" Yoongi growled, voice rough from hours of silence. Jimin laughed—low, broken—his fingers tightening on Yoongi’s wrist. "You didn’t win. I let you pin me."
A beat. Then Jimin turned his head, pressing his mouth to Yoongi’s pulse point. The grip shifted. Resistance melted.
Clothes fell like casualties. The cold floor bit into skin, but the heat between them burned brighter. Every touch was a challenge, every gasp a surrender. This wasn’t sex. It was war without witnesses.
When footsteps echoed in the hallway, they froze. The door handle rattled. Someone was trying to get in.




