Park Jimin was the most beautiful human being in the entire school. Being in a school who was known for its fashionable students, Jimin fit really well with everyone. As much as everyone loved him, he didn't have many friends. Or any at all.

Of course he talked to many people in his classes, but none of them ever ate lunch with him or walked him home. Not even the athletes he was so generous to have given blowjobs to (even though a lot of them were so small). For that reason, he was known to be the most shyest person.

If you talked to him about clothes though, he's never stop running his mouth. His dream has always been to be a model for lingerie. Not a lot of men—gay or not—have ever willingly modeled for lingerie. Jimin wanted that though. His mom and female relatives were so proud to see that Jimin was planning on going into the fashion industry.

"You have the perfect figure Jimin!"

"If I didn't know I'd mistaken you for a Victoria Secret model!"

"You got to show them what I gave you honey!" (Jimin's mom wildin').

At this point it wasn't a surprise for every Christmas he had the newest and latest set of trendy lingerie waiting for him under the Christmas tree. Along with that, Jimin was a model on Instagram. He modeled in crop tops, fishnets, skirts, booty shorts and thigh highs. The only problem was, no one at school knew about his secret life.

Why? Because he always wore giant shades or a face mask to keep his identity hidden. Even with the face mask, he'd wear tinted lenses so that no one would recognize his features.

Even when Jimin was liked by everyone, there were the people who really hated him. They would ruin his reputation and get him kicked out of school. Like it was mentioned the school was known to be fashionable, yet they were strictly under the "girls wear girl clothes and make up," "boys wear boy clothes and insane amounts of manly body spray" rule.

The minute someone stepped over the line under the gender roll rule, they were suspended as a warning and expelled as punishment. Jimin already had a scholarship for fashion design overseas in New York City and he didn't want to lose that.

It was the weekend and Jimin was getting ready to go out to Sephora and buy some make up for this "innocent boy look" he wanted to post on his Instagram. Although it didn't really make sense since he never showed his whole face.

"Mom, I'm going out I'll be back in a bit!" He calls out as he slings a small panda backpack over his right shoulder. "Do you want anything from Sephora?"

"Just mascara! This one isn't good!" She answers.

Jimin grabs the car keys and leaves his fancy home. His mom being a beauty consultant and a beauty guru on YouTube had its perks. Jimin hardly showed up in her videos, but when he did it was to be demonstration for moisturizers or acne fighting creams, nothing out of the ordinary. Many of the people at his school were big fans of her. Even then, Jimin had no friends.

As he drove downtown, he opened his pair of cat eye square sunglasses and placed them on the bridge of his nose.

Plugging his phone into the aux chord, he began to play his favorite artist Taemin. His windows were rolled down and the base of the song, sang its way out of the car. It wasn't loud, but could definitely be heard in the car next to him.

"Hey baby!!!" A guy in the next vehicle called to him. "Cmon baby, show me some love! Give me a kiss!"

Giggling, Jimin blows a flirtatious kiss to the guy in the convertible. Afterwards he unwraps a lollipop and licks it, working his mouth on the cherry red candy. Hearing the guy wolf whistle at him, he pulled down his sunglasses and winked at him. "See ya big boy." He blew one last kiss as the light turned green and he sped off.

Pulling into the parking lot of the mall, Jimin shuts off the car and grabs his bag. He finishes the last of his lollipop and tosses the stick into a trash bin. He fixes his sunglasses, then checks on his make up before walking into the mall. Entering, he can feel everyone staring at him. Not because they were weirded out by a boy wearing a crop top and booty shorts with fishnets, but because they wanted said boy for themselves. Girls and guys, all of them stared in awe. This makes jimin's heart warm, seeing that everyone's giving him so much attention.

In a way Jimin was like tinker bell. If she doesn't have attention, she dies.

Swaying his hips as he walked to Sephora, many people stopped him on his way to ask for his number or social media, to which he would decline. "I'm sorry, but I'm fifteen." He would lie.

Finally arriving, Jimin bought the blue liner he wanted for his look and his mom's mascara she liked.

It had been a while since he came to the mall because he usually bought all of his things online so as to not wait in line. Deciding to walk around there were many new things in the mall. One of them being a nice pool of water at the south entrance with a waterfall fountain.

"This would be a perfect picture!" He took out his phone and quickly looked for a filter to hide his smile lines and smooth his already smooth skin. After a few selfies, he wasn't happy with any of them because not all of the waterfall and that pool came out. "Oh excuse me sir!" He flagged down a young man. "Can you take a picture of me? It's for my modeling page."

The young man recognizes the small voice but doesn't know from where. "Uhm, sure?" He takes the phone from Jimin and waits for him to get into position. "Ready. One, two, three." He snaps the picture and hands him his phone back. "I hope I took them right."

Jimin looks down at his phone and that's when the guy sees his eyes from behind his sunglasses, that were slipping down his nose. "Holy shit..." he gasped. "You're Park Jimin!!!" He pointed at him.

Feeling his heart drop, Jimin played it cool and cocked his head to the side. "Who?"

"It's me, Jungkook. We have the same class together. I sit two desks behind you!" Jungkook exclaims.

Nothing stops the panic filled in Jimin's body. "I'm sorry but I think you have the wrong person." Jimin begins to walk away when Jungkook grabs his arm. "Hey What are you-."

"If someone else recognized you like this, you'd be kicked out of school for sure, Park Jimin." There's a grin on his face.

That's when he breaks. "P-Please don't say my name so loud..." he pleads.

A smirk plasters on the boy's face. "How 'bout we take a walk? Do you like Panda Express?" He asks, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. "Don't worry kitten, I'm sure we can figure this aaaaaall out." Jungkook says menacingly.

"You haven't eaten." Jungkook says as he stuffs more Chao Mein in his mouth.

Jimin silently tapped his fingers on the table as he kept looking over his shoulder, hoping no one from school recognized him with Jungkook. At the same time, it was getting dark out and the need for sunglasses was soon going to be unnecessary. Not only that, but he left his face mask in the car. "Please, just don't tell anyone at school what you know. I'll pay you, how much do you want?" He asks taking out his wallet.

Jungkook waves his hand. "I don't want your money."

"I can give you anything. Buy you something, you name it and I'll buy it for you." Jimin insists.

"I don't want you to buy me anything, kitten." He says. "I just want you."

Jimin blinks his eyes, to which Jungkook can't see. "You mean a blowjob?" He asks rather drolly. "Fine I'll do it."

"As nice as that sounds, that's not what I was bargaining." Answers Jungkook.

"Okay, I'm confused." Says Jimin. "What is it exactly that you want from me?"

Jungkook places his chopsticks down, throws an arm over Jimin's shoulder again and leans in his ear. "I want to fuck you Park Jimin." He whispers.

At hearing this, Jimin's eyes widen.

As much as he flirted and gave people blowjobs, that's the farthest he's ever gone. He was still a virgin, afraid to go through the pain of sex. "No. Absolutely not!" Jimin says.

Shrugging, Jungkook picks up his tray and walks away, not saying a word to Jimin. He grabs his things and leaves the store without so much as a goodbye or "you'll pay for this."

It made Jimin worried. Was this the worst mistake he would've done? He didn't know.

"Mom, I'm home!" Jimin tosses the keys on the counter and slips off his shoes as well as taking off his shades. "Your mascara is on the counter!"

"Alright sweetie! I'm gonna record now so I'm closing the door!" His mom calls back.

After going up the stairs and into his room he lays on his bed. That's when a message is sent to him. It was his kik. He opened his phone and looked at the new messenger. He gasps as the person requesting to message him had sent pictures of Jimin in lingerie.

"Think about it, kitten." The message read along with a number at the bottom.

Jimin knew he was in trouble. But how'd he get those pictures? He's only ever sent them to people he met online. That gets him scrolling through everything until he reached a person on his message list that he didn't recognize. He scrolled through their messages and they were just talking about modeling, nothing strange. Until he clicked on his profile. He scrolled through all the pictures and figured out that he had indeed sent the pictures to Jungkook. Without knowing. Of course, in the pictures he wore his sunglasses, but if anything everyone at school would believe Jeon Jungkook if he said it was Jimin in the photos.

"Jimin." His mom knocked on the door.

"Mom?" He quickly switches off his phone. "I thought you were recording?"

She comes in. "I was but grandma's sick in the hospital so I'm going to stay with her tonight. Do you mind being by yourself?" She asks.

It seemed Jimin's salvation was at his feet and he smiled and nodded. "Of course!"

Once his mom kissed him goodbye and left the driveway, Jimin dashed upstairs to his phone where he texted the number.

"*insert address here*" He texted without a word.

"10." Is all his blackmailer, Jungkook answered.

Sighing in frustration, another message lit up his screen. "Wear something for me." He texted.

Annoyed that he had to obey him, Jimin went over to his closet and looked through all of his outfits. He came across the newest set he had. It almost looked like a maid apron but entirely made of lace and black thigh high stockings.

Jimin put on the outfit begrudgingly and waited on his bed. With every minute that passed, his heart banged even harder against his chest. He was actually going to lose his virginity to a blackmailer from his school!!! How ridiculous.

He jolted in the air when his doorbell rang. Quickly making his way to the door, he took a deep breath before opening it to see the silhouette of the very well-built Jeon Jungkook. Jimin dragged him inside and quickly shut the door. "Did anyone see you?" He asks, peeking out the glass pane.

"I don't think so." Jungkook Answers, his eyes falling to Jimin's ass, a black thong evident. "Wow, you look so sexy."

Turning around, Jimin bashfully crosses his arms, trying to cover up as much as he can of his exposed flesh. "Shut up and let's get this over with." He walks past him and goes up the stairs, Jungkook following him.

"You have a nice room." Jungkook says as he looks around, even though it's pretty dark. "Do you want the lights on or off?"

"O-Off..." Jimin says nervously.

Jungkook takes off his jacket and throws it on Jimin's desk. "I see you're nervous, so I'll take it slow, okay?" Jimin nods. "Just relax." He stands in front of the smaller male and caresses his face.

Slowly, he leans in and captures his lips in a soft kiss. It's an innocent kiss, no tongue or lip-biting.

Yet.

Jimin loosens himself a little bit and wraps his arms around Jungkook's neck, standing on his tiptoes to deepen the kiss. He allows entrance to his mouth and Jungkook sucks on his tongue, biting Jimin's lower lip. Pulling away, he lowers to his exposed neck and begins to leave open-mouthed kisses on it. Soon after he begins to suckle on his skin. Jimin gasps At the feeling of Jungkook leaving hickeys on his neck that he'll have to cover up with make up later, but he didn't care.

"J-Jungkook..." Jimin let out.

He grabs Jimin's hand and places his palm on his clothed erection. Knowing what to do, Jimin began roughly rubbing the crotch of his pants. After leaving as many hickeys that the space on his neck would allow, Jungkook looked into Jimin's eyes. They stared at each other, faces flushed.

"Can you suck me?" He asks.

Nodding, Jimin kneels down and pulls down both Jungkook's pants and boxers. His erection sprung out, almost slapping against his lips. He wraps his small hands around the enormous dick and begins to pump it. It was already leaking with precum and Jimin took the opportunity to lick it off of his slit. Afterwards he expertly swallowed all of Jungkook's cock. Having no gag reflex, Jimin let Jungkook push his head down all the way to the base of his shaft.

"F-Fuck, kitten..." he groaned.

A few more minutes of face-fucking and Jimin was now on his back on his bed. "P-Please be gentle..." he pleads.

Jungkook hovers over him. "Is this your first time?" He asks, shock in his voice.

"Y-Yes... I've only given blowjobs, but I'm still a virgin..." Jimin Answers.

His blackmailer thinks for a little bit. "Okay, then I think I'll have to prep you first." Lowering himself to Jimin's entrance, he licks his middle finger and coats the rim of his hole with his saliva. "Tell me if it hurts too much okay?" He says.

Starting to push, just the tip of his finger slides in and that's when Jimin hisses in pain. Looking up at the lewdly dressed boy, Jungkook waits a little for Jimin to get used to his finger a little bit before pushing even farther inside him. He arches his back at the pain and let's out a small scream as his innards are forcefully being pulled apart from each other. It was only Jungkook's finger, but it hurt so much.

"Is it okay to move?" Jungkook asks and Jimin nods.

Slowly pulling his finger out, Jungkook pushes it back in, this time a bit farther than before. Soon he was thrusting his finger in and out of Jimin at a medium pace, trying his best not to hurt him. What first were cries of pain slowly became those of pleasure. Jimin grasped tightly onto the bed sheets, subconsciously moving his hips to me Jungkook's finger. His mewls were so arousing. That's when Jungkook thought it was good to add a second finger, scissoring Jimin's relaxed canal. This made Jimin moaned out in pleasure. "That feel good kitten?" Asks Jungkook as he kisses the smaller male's thigh.

   "J-Jung...kook..." Jimin calls out.

   Pulling his fingers away, Jungkook finally aligns himself with Jimin's entrance, but not before looking down at the hot mess that was Jimin. Looking to his side, he saw his oversized glasses and grabbed them. He then slipped the shades up his nose. Pulling out his phone, he went to the camera app. "Say cheese for me kitten." He says.

   Jimin had to comply. This blackmailer had him wrapped around his finger. So he stuck a finger in his mouth as Jungkook snapped a picture. This gave Jungkook and idea. He switched over to video and began to record, the flash capturing all of the hickeys littered on Jimin's neck.

   "Jungkook, please..." Jimin whined At the empty feeling. "Fuck me..." that last part was simply for his video, but Jimin really was getting impatient.

   Chuckling, Jungkook used his free hand to realign himself and then slowly push his swollen head into Jimin's entrance. Jimin gasped, his eyes widening behind the tint of his glasses. He felt as though he might break at Jungkook's size stretching him.

   He pushed even further into him until *pop* it quickly slid in with ease. "Congratulations, kitten. You're no longer a virgin." He says, zooming in on Jimin's lips that were agape and letting out pants.

   "M-Move..." Jimin commanded and Jungkook obliged.

   His thrusts were slow and smooth at first, the video capturing ever lewd sound coming out of Jimin's mouth. Tears pricked at his shaded eyes as he rocked his hips to meet Jungkook's thrusts. He'd never felt such pleasure in his life. This was so much better than grinding and ass-grabbing. His heartbeat was faster than when he got his first lingerie set for Christmas. This was an addicting feeling that he'd definitely get used to. At this point, he didn't care if anyone saw him in his lingerie outfit being fucked, he just wanted to see Jungkook's face.

   Tossing his shades to the side, he lets the camera take in all of his facial features, the way his eyes would roll back with each thrusts, his tongue hanging out, Jimin pumping his own dick while being fucked was just so much for Jungkook to handle. It made him stop recording and focus on fucking Jimin.

   Soon his thrusts got harder and rougher as he swung his hips back and forth. The sound of skin slapping against one another was drowned out by Jimin's moans and cries for Jungkook to go faster. Both were almost to their climax and Jimin could feel the edge of his orgasm coming.

   "J-Jungkook I'm-."

   "Me t-too..." he answered before Jimin could finish.

   Jungkook groaned as his dick swole inside of Jimin, about ready to burst, but just when he was about to pull out, Jimin wrapped his legs around his waist. "Cum inside me please!!!" He moaned out.

   This was it. It was the breaking point to where Jungkook did one final thrust and let all of his seed into Jimin's no-longer-virgin hole. Jimin rode out his own orgasm, his cum spilling onto his lingerie outfit. If he wasn't in this situation, he'd be so angry, but the overstimulation was so fucking good he didn't care. Not one bit.

   Jungkook pulled out, grabbing his phone and taking a snapshot of his cum dripping out of Jimin.

   "Jungkook-ah..." Jimin took a finger and swiped some of the semen. "Cheese." He says as he licks his finger, Jungkook taking another picture.

   "Beautiful." Answered Jungkook.
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   After that Jungkook