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#sope smut
borathae · 8 months
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"They’re best friends, drunk on wine and with Hoseok's pornos running on TV. It was supposed to be a silly thing to pass the time while outside it storms. Hoseok suggested it and Yoongi agreed. What bad could come out of it? It’s just silly, little porn starring his best friend fucking someone who looks scarily simliar to Yoongi."
Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x Vampire!Hoseok
Genre: Smut, hinted polyamory!AU, best friends with benefits
Warnings: Dom!Hoseok, sub!Yoongi, watching of Hoseok’s pornos, Yoongi being a shy blushing mess and Hobi being way too into him, exhibitionism in the form of Hobi confidentally being hard and rubbing his clothed dick, sex on a couch & against the wall & on a chair, multiple positions, drunk sex, making out, gentle finger sucking, neck worship, clothed frotting, handjob, anal fingering, big dicks because Hobi has his vampire dick out, slight anal fisting, passionate anal sex, lube kink, he stuffs Yoongi with so much lube, dirty talk, Hobi goes a lil feral, Yoongi drools like a happy bottom, and cries from pleasure, strength & slight size kink, hair pulling, creampies, overstimulation, multiple orgasms (Yoongi receiving), male squirting, cockwarming, slight subdrop at the end but Hoseok helps him get down gently, emotional conversations afterwards, also lmao the ending is funny hehehe, they’re just two best friends having drunk sex <3 we love them <3
Wordcount: 11.4k
a/n: i do not know where this idea came from. i do not know why it suddenly appeared. and i also do not know how ooc this feels for both of them but i honestly don’t think that it does <3 they had those vibes with each other in MV and i will now think about this smut wherever i go. have fun besties, or should i say good luck because help fnadnsf
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Hoseok looks up from his phone, following Yoongi with his eyes as the latter walks back into the living room with a confident swing in his hips.
“The sweater looks good on you”, Hoseok says, sitting up.
“It’s scratchy around the neck”, Yoongi says, tugging the collar away.
“It’s real wool.”
“It’s itchy.”
“I know, that’s why I’m avoiding that sweater.”
“Why did you give it to me then?” Yoongi asks in a laugh, sitting down on the sofa. He pulls his legs up on the cushion, getting comfortable that way.
“Because all my other stuff is in the wash.”
“Yeah sure”, Yoongi scoffs, “fashionista Jung Hoseok ran outta clothes.”
Hoseok laughs and hands Yoongi a glass of the red wine he prepared. It was one of the many bottles of the witches’ wine he took with him. Laced with their magic, they are sure to make them as drunk as humans get on normal wine. Maybe even a little tipsier.
“Take this as my apology”, he says.
“Thanks”, Yoongi says, accepting the glass with an amused sparkle in his eyes.
Hoseok lifts his own glass and clinks it with Yoongi’s.
“Here’s to a hard day of work.”
“Mhm yeah.”
The two vampires have been working diligently the entire day. Hoseok wants to renovate his place and he asked Yoongi for help. The latter agreed instantly, arriving at Hoseok’s doorstep an hour later in his work clothes and cans of paint.
You and the others weren’t there to help. Seokjin and Emma were back in Gordes, running her perfume shop while the rest of you went on a romantic autumn holiday in New York. Yoongi didn’t really want to come and neither did Hoseok. The latter because of renovations and the first because he wanted to have some time alone. Not that he has been having a lot of alone time ever since you left three weeks ago. He spent almost every day at Hoseok’s place helping him with renovations. He was planning on going home tonight and watching a basketball game on TV all alone, but the weather had other plans.
So now here he is, sipping enchanted wine with Hoseok whilst outside it felt like the world was ending. Hoseok lit a fire in the time Yoongi showered upstairs and changed out of his dirtied work clothes into something comfortable from Hoseok’s wardrobe. The latter took a shower as well, even going so far as to spray new cologne onto his neck.
“So what you wanna watch?” Hoseok asks.
“The game, I told you. I don’t wanna miss it”, Yoongi says with a slight pout on his lips.
“Don’t worry”, Hoseok turns on the TV. The right channel switches on instantly, “I already prepared it.”
Yoongi glances at him, sending him a shy yet grateful smile. It was only really a lift of the corners of his lips, nothing more.
The two vampires share the bottle of red wine as the game progresses. They cheer when their teams scores, complain about the opposite team and talk about the game whenever someone did something really impressive.
By the time the game has finished, the weather got a little better, but they are properly drunk. Their cheeks are flushed from the alcohol and they are talking just a little louder than necessary. Hoseok also keeps giggling with every second word Yoongi says, throwing himself all over the place as if Yoongi was the funniest motherfucker he ever met. Bear in mind that Hoseok was a terribly sleepy drunk, but witches’ wine is special, leaving one happy and giddy no matter what kind of drunk you were. It was, after all, a magical intoxication.
So they two vampires have been properly happy, giddy and talkative. And in Hoseok’s case, also very creative.
“Hoba. What’s that?” Yoongi asks, watching the younger vampire stumble back into the living room after having disappeared upstairs to get something.
“My porn collection. You’re watching some.”
“Seriously? Why do I gotta watch your porn? Come on”, Yoongi whines, laughing as he does.
“Because they’re good”, Hoseok answers him, squatting down in front of the television, “now what decade are we talking? Nineties? Two thousands? The twenty tens?”
“You shot porn in the twenty tens?”
“I’m still shooting porn from time to time. What’s your point?” Hoseok says, looking over his shoulder.
Yoongi studies his face, scoffs and throws himself back on the couch, “nothing. You’re one strange motherfucker.”
“Fine. Nineties it is. Bear in mind, the nineties were a weird time for porn.”
“Fuck, I can’t believe you’re making me watch your shit”, Yoongi mumbles, rubbing his hand up and down his face.
“You’ll like it”, Hoseok says as he slides a cassette into the player. He stumbles back after pressing play and drops on the sofa.
The movie starts playing. A cheesy porn music track introduces Hoseok and his co-star. A lady with obvious fake tits.
“That’s not even sexy. What is that editing? Why are you guys on the screen with seventy percent opacity?” Yoongi says between laughter. He is laying on the couch with his feet facing Hoseok and his own hands rubbing his tummy mindlessly. Every now and then, he runs one of his hands through his hair or reaches to the floor to lift his wine glass for a sip.
“Because it was the nineties, man. They were a weird time, okay?” Hoseok answers him, mirroring his position with the only difference that he is resting on his side and with his legs pulled into fetal position.
The movie isn’t as bad as Yoongi thought it would be. The storyline was nonsensical and dumb, but that was to be expected of porn. The acting was good however. Bear in mind that the moment Movie-Hoseok took off his clothes, the older vampire looked away and sat up just to kick real Hoseok gently.
“You’re so fucking weird for making me look at your dick on a big flat screen TV”, he hisses.
“Would you rather me show you the real one right now?” Hoseok throws back.
Yoongi glances at it, flusters and plops down again.
“Whatever”, he murmurs, switching his eyes back to the movie, “ah god, why do they gotta zoom in so close?”
“Yeah right?” Hoseok laughs.
It continues just like this. Yoongi watches the movie, sits up to complain about it to Hoseok only to end up watching again. The movie is a rather generic porn movie about a woman stealing the man’s (in this case it was Hoseok) carrots and him having to punish her for it. It was totally stupid, the dialogue was cringey and the camera work borderline criminal, but it was still very obvious that Hoseok knew what he was doing. By the time, the fourty minutes were over, Yoongi hadn’t complained about anything for fifteen minutes.
“And?” Hoseok sits up.
Yoongi glances at him. He is resting in fetal position by now, with his hands between his knees.
“Are you hard?” he gasps, widening his eyes in shock.
“Yeah duh”, Hoseok says, “shit makes me hard. Why? You’re not?”
“No?” Yoongi scoffs.
“Show me.”
“I’m not gonna show you my dick right now.”
“Well then, I’ll think you’re hard as fuck and just hiding it from me.”
Yoongi frowns. Hoseok drinks his wine with a cocky smirk on his lips.
Yoongi gives up with a sigh, rolling to his back to show off his crotch. He was – just as he had said – flaccid.
Hoseok pouts, “well, that’s disappointing. I thought my stuff is hot.”
“No offense, but it’s the nineties and I don’t like it when women get shoved around like that.”
“In my defence, I only did what I was told to do and I made sure she was good afterwards.”
Yoongi rolls his eyes.
“It doesn’t make it hotter.”
“Yeah? I can change that. I got something else”, Hoseok says and gets off the couch. He takes out the cassette and switches to the DVD player, sliding in the right disk.
“Hoba no, I”, Yoongi sits up, “I watched your stuff. Why do I gotta watch more? It’s not gonna turn me on.”
“Yes it will, trust me”, Hoseok says as he switches around aimlessly in the start menu.
“Why the fuck do you wanna turn me on either way?”
“Cause I want you guys to finally accept that my shit is hot.”
“And I gotta be your first victim?” Yoongi asks in a laugh.
“Yes”, Hoseok says and presses play.
“Fuck, you’re such a weird dude”, Yoongi murmurs, resting back against the cushions in defeat.
The movie starts. Judging by the increased quality in both sound and picture, it must be one of his newer ones. Maybe early twenty tens.
“This one is kinda cool”, Hoseok explains as he hurries back to the sofa, “there’s five movies on there with different storylines, but the same theme and they’re all sorted into chapters.”
“Okay? And do I gotta watch all of that?”
“Yeah, you do. It’s just two and half hours.”
“Two hours and a half hours? Are you insane?” Yoongi almost yells the words, sitting up straight, “I don’t wanna look at your dick for two and a half hours.”
“Relax, we’ll just watch the first one and then go from there.”
“How long is the first one?”
“Just twenty minutes. They’re all of different lengths.”
“Fine”, Yoongi gives up, resting back against the pillows. He has his legs on the ground and his arms crossed in front of his chest, “the first one and that’s it.”
“Deal.”
The movie finally changes from showing the environment to showing Hoseok and his co-star. A man this time around. He is similar to Yoongi as far as his figure and height was concerned. He also shared the same hair colour as him.
Yoongi glances at Hoseok. The latter is grinning at him boyishly.
“Seriously?”
“What?” he asks, wiggling his brows knowingly.
Yoongi points at his own face, waving his hand around and widening his eyes, “seriously?”
Hoseok laughs, “only you see him like that.”
“Yeah sure”, Yoongi says and looks back at the movie.
The first chapter wasn’t very story heavy. It was just Hoseok and his co-star starting it off by covering each other’s bodies in oil and then rubbing various body parts against each other in a slippery battle for pleasure. It begins with heavy petting and making out, changes to mutual handjobs and frotting until his co-star gets on all fours and Hoseok begins exploring his hole.
That is when the real Hoseok glances at Yoongi. The latter notices instantly and looks at Hoseok.
“What?” he hisses, “don’t look at me.”
“You like it, don’t you?”
“Not like this. The camera work is good”, Yoongi says and looks away. He gulps down more wine and even goes so far as to prepare himself a new glass.
Hoseok watches him with a cocky grin on his lips and his hand rubbing his clothed boner mindlessly. It’s fun to watch Yoongi fight the power of the movie. Hoseok knew that starting a movie where the co-star resembles Yoongi will work. Especially when it’s one where his co-star is the one submitting. Hoseok watched Yoongi interact with you enough times to know that the Creator might not be as demanding and bossy as he lets strangers on. But Hoseok is not a stranger anymore. He took over for the role of best friend and knows Yoongi way too fucking well.
The movie changes from kinky anal exploration to Hoseok fucking his co-star’s ass fast and hard. Hoseok keeps sneaking glances at Yoongi, but the latter does an incredible job in hiding his emotions. Hoseok even keeps glancing at Yoongi’s dick, but not once does the older vampire seem to grow harder. Even if he sometimes catches his hips doing a little squirm on the cushion.
The movie ends with Hoseok creampieing his co-star and the camera zooming right in on it. Yoongi pulled a grimace of faux disgust as that happened.
“And?” Hoseok asks once the black screen fades in.
“It was okay, I guess”, Yoongi says dryly.
“Wanna watch more? It’s with the same dude”, Hoseok asks whilst in the background the second chapter already starts.
“I mean, it’s already started hasn’t it? You’re not gonna stop it now”, Yoongi hisses, but Hoseok knows better. He wants to continue watching.
“Yeah true, I wouldn’t have”, Hoseok says and does the unthinkable of turning up the volume.
Hoseok lets the movie run, watching it with his hand still massaging his own cock. He doesn’t care that Yoongi could catch him. On the contrary, the thought of being caught gets him off even better.
The second movie is about an experienced gay (in this case, Hoseok) wanting to help his shy roommate experience his first anal orgasm. It starts off with them kissing on their bed and Hoseok sucking on his neck. The making out scene goes on for about seven minutes and then switches to Hoseok fingerfucking his co-star’s mouth gently.
Hoseok sneaks a glance at Yoongi and widens his eyes. Yoongi is watching the movie intently and with his fingers tracing his own lips mindlessly. His cheeks are reddened. Hoseok can’t seem to look away. Yoongi, who instantly feels his gaze, looks at him.
“What?”
“You’re flushed.” 
“No, I’m not.”
“Yeah you are. You’re flushed.”
Yoongi pulls the sleeves of his sweater over his hands and cups his cheeks.
“No, I’m fucking not.”
“Yeah, you are”, Hoseok is smiling, scooting closer to Yoongi, “you’re flushed.”
“No, I’m not. It’s the wine.”
“You like it, don’t you? You like my movie.”
“I’m not flushed, okay? It’s the wine and it’s fucking hot in here and I’m wearing a stupid sweater”, Yoongi lies, tugging at the collar of his woollen jumper. 
Hoseok closes the distance between them until his chest touches Yoongi’s arm and he can rest his bent legs on his lap.
Yoongi stops fumbling with his clothes, tensing up at the contact. His eyes stare at the front almost obsessively, he is holding his breath.
Hoseok places his fingers under Yoongi’s chin and with a soft nudge, turns his head so he would face him. He travels his fingers from his chin along his reddened cheek just so he can tug a strand of hair behind Yoongi’s ear. Afterwards he travels his touch back to Yoongi’s chin, holding it safely between two fingers.
“You’re blushing”, Hoseok rasps, looking at Yoongi’s lips. Even they are pinker than usual, glistening in the dim lights, “I can see it.”
Yoongi doesn’t know what to say. He forgot how talking works. How breathing works. How anything at all works. He is hyperaware of two things only. Hoseok’s legs on his lap and his fingers holding his chin. In the background, Hoseok’s praises in the movie are filling Yoongi’s ears. They aren’t making it better. 
Hoseok looks up to meet Yoongi’s gaze, only to realise that the older vampire has his eyes lowered in utter coyness. The flush on his cheeks has intensified.
Hoseok looks back at his lips, glides his hand to Yoongi’s cheek to cradle it and closes the distance. 
The kiss is gentle. Nothing but lips against lips. Yoongi tenses up and gasps because of it. Hoseok feels how his lips tremble against his’ before they break away. He knew that Yoongi wouldn’t allow the kiss to last long, so he doesn’t feel surprised by it. 
He looks up, finally meeting Yoongi’s gaze even if it was clouded by embarrassment.
“Why did you do that?” he asks with his voice shaking slightly.
“Because I wanted to”, Hoseok answers him.
“Why?”
“Your lips look pretty tonight.”
Yoongi’s eyes flit down. His left hand comes up to rub the side of his neck. It was still hidden in the sleeve of his sweater. 
“Pink. And soft”, Hoseok continues, sliding his thumb over Yoongi’s upper lip, “and so tender”, he rasps, tracing his lower lip even if that makes Yoongi lower his head. 
Hoseok tilts it up with his other hand and two fingers under his chin, “I watched you play with them as you watched my movie.”
“No I didn’t.”
“I know you aren’t aware of it, but I noticed”, Hoseok whispers, pushing his thumb past Yoongi’s lips just enough that his teeth grace against it.
Yoongi tries to tilt his head away but Hoseok keeps him hostage with merely two fingers on his chin. He pushes deeper into Yoongi’s mouth until the tip of his tongue presses against the pad of his thumb. He feels wet and soft against him. Softer even than Hoseok imagined his tongue to feel like. 
He pushes further. Just past his knuckle. 
Yoongi lets out a small sound and moves away. His thumb slips out, leaving behind a string of spit down Yoongi’s chin. The latter reaches up to touch his own lips, doing so with both hands and only his pointer fingers peeking out of his sleeves. 
Their gazes meet and while Hoseok’s eyes are tainted in dark desire, Yoongi’s glisten in shy embarrassment. 
No words are exchanged. Yoongi forgot how to talk while Hoseok doesn’t want to waste time talking. Instead, he slides his right hand to the nape of Yoongi’s neck, forcing the latter to gasp and tilt his head back from the strong grip. Just enough that his lips part naturally and Hoseok can claim them in a kiss. 
A real kiss this time around. A real and passionate kiss. The kind of kiss which forces Yoongi to squeeze his eyes closed and to push at Hoseok’s chest as an attempt to flee. 
But Hoseok doesn’t let him flee. No, Hoseok slides his other hand to Yoongi’s cheek and uses the grip he has on him to push him down into the pillows. Yoongi falls against his will. The impact knocks out a small whimper, even if he didn’t want to whimper. 
Hoseok swallows it hungrily, sucking and nibbling on Yoongi’s lower lip while his body naturally finds its spot between Yoongi’s legs.
He pushes against him and begins grinding instantly. Yoongi breaks the kiss to gasp and tell him to stop, but he doesn’t get to because Hoseok kisses him again before he can. Yoongi squeezes his legs together, resulting in his cock to bulge more and therefore rub better against Hoseok’s. 
The small and helpless whimper he lets out taunts him as much as it turns Hoseok on. He releases Yoongi’s lower lip and dances his tongue over it. It feels swollen under it. Yoongi whimpers again. His lip is throbbing so much. Hoseok made it so sensitive. He parts his lips to gasp for air, but regrets it instantly as Hoseok claims his moment of vulnerability to feed him his tongue. Languidly and terribly sensual, he massages Yoongi’s tongue with his own, forcing the latter to reach up and grab a bundle of his sweater. 
Hoseok feels the older vampire shiver under him and then, as if someone pushed a button, he finally kisses him back. 
The feeling makes Hoseok moan. So that’s how Yoongi kisses. Holy fuck. Hoseok pushes him deeper into the cushions and increases the pressure of his grinds. Yoongi gasps and mewls shyly, but Hoseok doesn’t stop. He keeps rolling his swollen, hard cock against Yoongi’s equally as swollen cock. He thinks it’s such a turn on that he is so hard already. Finally, he can’t deny anymore how needy he is. Hoseok growls into the kiss and pulls Yoongi’s head closer with his hand on the back of his neck. It forces a trembling sigh to slip past his lips and for the kiss to break just enough that a string of saliva keeps them connected.
Hoseok opens his eyes, coming to the conclusion that Yoongi is staring up at him. His stomach churns in desire. Shy, yet utter submissiveness glistens in his dark brown eyes. Hoseok knows that Yoongi isn’t aware of the state of his eyes. Just as he wasn’t aware when his fingers played with his lips as he watched the movie. The flush of his cheeks has turned into a deep red by now. He is out of breath and clearly messed up. If he still had a heartbeat, Hoseok knows that it would be hammering against his ribcage right now. 
He lowers himself just a little, feeling his tummy flutter when that makes Yoongi tilt his head up and part his lips as he thought that he would kiss him again. Closer. Just a little. So he can watch it happen a second time. Yoongi isn’t even aware that he does it. Hoseok feels dizzy in desire. 
Who would have thought that the Creator looked so good like this. Hoseok was so scared of him in the past and now he has him gazing up at him with submission in his eyes and colour on his cheeks. 
He can’t bear it anymore. He has to kiss him again. And he does. Oh, how he does.
Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut and hooks his shaking hands behind Hoseok’s neck. He feels so dizzy. His lips are so sensitive and his cock is so swollen. And on top of that, Hoseok keeps feeding him his tongue in sensual kisses. He tastes like wine and desire. Yoongi feels so dizzy. Oh, he is so dizzy. 
Hoseok drops Yoongi’s head gently for the sole reason of needing to touch him more. He runs his big hand down his neck and collarbones, along his pecs and down his tummy until he has his waist between his fingers. Hoseok uses the grip to pull Yoongi against him and therefore send electric pleasure through their cocks. 
Yoongi mewls and grips Hoseok’s shoulders, while the latter growls and grips his hip. Just for one second because then he gets too desperate for more and begins tugging at Yoongi’s shirt. He knows that he has to work fast. If he gets Yoongi to think too much, he’ll get embarrassed and Hoseok doesn’t want him to be embarrassed. He wants him to feel ecstatic because of him. 
The kiss breaks because Yoongi broke it. 
“I don’t want this.”
“No?”
“No.”
“Is this a convince me ‘cause I pretend that I don’t care no or an actual no?”
“I don’t like being shirtless”, Yoongi confesses even if that makes his eyes burn in embarrassment.
“I get it”, Hoseok says and slides his sweater back down his torso. He grabs his pants instead, “is that okay?”
Yoongi closes his eyes and exhales shakily in nervousness in sync with his hips lifting off the pillows. 
Hoseok takes his consent and tugs down his pants, including his briefs. He doesn’t want to waste any time. Not when he is so delirious in desire. He shimmies down the couch between Yoongi’s legs as he takes off his pants. Once they are off, he throws them on the floor and takes the chance to take off his own pants. His eyes flit to Yoongi when his pants are just down enough that his well-groomed pubes are visible. The older vampire is staring at him with hunger in his eyes, pressing his sweater paws to his own cock to hide away. His eyes carry the same amount of desire they did when Hoseok caught him watching the movie. Speaking of movie. A new story started already, filling their ears with corny porn dialogue about how Hoseok’s cock can cure any kind of anal ache. Yeah, it’s corny. But neither of them really take it in. 
Hoseok because he is mesmerised by how hypnotised Yoongi seems by his cock and Yoongi, well, Yoongi because he is fucking hypnotised by Hoseok’s cock.
The latter changes into his favourite pose and makes a show out of taking off his pants. He has decades of practice, resulting in Yoongi to squeeze his legs together and part his lips. 
Hoseok’s cock springs free and hits his stomach. 
Yoongi gasps.
Hoseok wraps his long fingers around it and jerks it off slowly, letting out a languid moan. He squeezes the tip just so he leaks onto the couch. The scent of his arousal taints the air sweet. Yoongi gulps because of it. 
“So fucking hard”, Hoseok rasps and drops his heavy cock to instead take off his shirt. He feels no shame in being naked, showing off his body in sensual stretches. 
His shirt ruffles up his long hair a little, Hoseok’s fluffs it up again with his left hand while his right slides back to his cock. He poses by thrusting his hips into his own fist.
Yoongi is panting for air at the view. Hoseok thinks it’s adorable how mesmerised he is. His widened eyes follow his fingers obsessively and his cheeks are pink in desire. 
Hoseok climbs up the sofa again, connecting his hands with Yoongi’s waist just so he can feel him up. He does so with enough pressure that he feels Yoongi shiver and squirm.
He slides his hands over his pecs and past his shoulders, propping them up on each side of Yoongi’s head. 
Yoongi is wheezing for air quickly, looking up at him with nervous eyes. Hoseok thrusts his hips into Yoongi’s, forcing his cock to rub against his balls.
Yoongi lets out a gasp, reaching up to hold Hoseok’s wrists.
For just a second because then, Hoseok guides his right hand down to their middles to grab his own cock and guide it to Yoongi’s hole.
“Stop”, Yoongi gets out and grasps his hand.
“What?” Hoseok asks, holding Yoongi’s hand, “have you never been touched before?”
“Of course I have, don’t be ridiculous”, Yoongi hisses, squeezing his hand.
“So have you ever been touched like this before?”
“Yes, why do you care?”
“Well then, have you ever been touched there by a man?”
Yoongi lowers his eyes and Hoseok understands. 
“Relax. I’ll take it slow.”
And with that, he connects his lips with Yoongi’s neck. He slides his hand out of Yoongi’s faltering hold and places his palm over his cock. It is terribly hard, twitching into Hoseok’s hand upon first contact.
“I know what to do. You don’t gotta worry”, Hoseok whispers as he leaves kisses along the shell of Yoongi’s ear. He massages his cock skilfully, switching between fondling with his balls and rubbing his tip. It leaks each time Hoseok squeezes it. He picks up the sweet pearl of pleasure whenever it happens, using it to massage Yoongi where it feels really good.
Yoongi didn’t want to make sounds, but by the time the corny porn dialogue turned into sounds of a passionate handjob, it is getting hard not to. Yoongi glances at the television while Hoseok is lapping at his neck. The Hoseok in the movie is jerking off the co-star who looks like Yoongi while his fingers are in his ass. That is when Yoongi lets out the first moan.
Hoseok lifts his head, checking up on Yoongi. His eyes are racing over the pictures on the television. Hoseok sits up and then down on his heels, looking at the television as well. Of course Yoongi would moan at that. Now that Hoseok is massaging his cock. He looks at him now that Yoongi is distracted. Flushed and veiny. Of course. Dark, well groomed pubes against fair skin. Flushes of pink and red are scattered all over Yoongi’s inner thighs. Hoseok thinks that he looks so much better than his co-star. He picks up his cock and picks up the rhythm he has going on in the movie.
Yoongi writhes because of it, attempting to close his legs which results in them rubbing against Hoseok.
“Ah.”
The sound is filled with surprise and ecstasy, followed by a terribly shaky exhale and his hand falling over his eyes in embarrassment. It was still hidden in the sleeve of Hoseok’s sweater and right now, Hoseok wants to fucking rip it off of him for looking so good in it.
But he doesn’t. Of course he doesn’t, because Yoongi doesn’t want to be shirtless. Instead he slides his left hand in between Yoongi’s legs and touches his rim. Yoongi tenses up and flinches away, reaching for his hand again.
“Don’t be nervous”, Hoseok whispers, “I’ll be careful.”
“You, you’re not d-doing that dry”, Yoongi stutters.
“Yeah right, I wasn’t planning to. I just wanted to get you used to it”, Hoseok says and abandons him on the couch, “lucky for you, I got lube in my movie box. Doctor Love knows what’s up.”
Yoongi watches him with a dizzy head. What the fuck is he doing here? What the actual fuck is he doing here? Yoongi feels nervous and jittery. He reaches down to get his wine. He finishes it in one go, even if he knows that he will regret that. He is already so drunk and that was so much enchanted wine. He’ll be such a mess. But then. Nothing will mess him up as much as what he does right now. He is letting Hoseok touch him. What the actual fuck.
“You won’t even feel a twinge of discomfort”, Hoseok says as he struts back to him confidently. His hand works skilfully to lube up his fingers.
Yoongi doesn’t answer him because he can’t. He has to keep concentrating on the warm buzz of alcohol in his head and not the nervous lump in his tummy.
Hoseok gets between Yoongi’s legs again. He wastes no time, connecting his lubed up fingers with Yoongi’s hole to massage it slowly.
Yoongi presses out a nervous “mh-hm” and squeezes his eyes shut, tilting his head back as his body instinctively tries to flee. 
His trembling fingers close around the pillows, holding them for support. 
“It’s okay. Everything’s okay”, Hoseok whispers soothingly, leaning down to kiss Yoongi’s neck again. He noticed that this makes the older vampire relax. Right now is no different. His once very clenched hole, relaxes within seconds after Hoseok starts kissing his neck. The latter continues what his lips are doing without speaking a lot, knowing very well that being spoken to would probably throw Yoongi off. Instead, he keeps kissing and sucking on his neck as his skilled fingers massage his hole and jerk off his cock. He keeps doing so until it feels heated and flushed under his fingertips and Yoongi’s cock keeps leaking onto Hoseok’s fingers and his own clothed tummy. 
He slows down his kisses on the spot where his ear meets his neck and pushes. Two of his fingers slip inside, knocking a surprised and very helpless “ahng”, out of Yoongi. 
“Relax”, Hoseok whispers, distracting him by massaging his frenulum, “you’re okay. Everything’s okay.”
Hoseok pushes inside until the last knuckle and begins searching for Yoongi’s prostate instantly. There shouldn’t be a chance for Yoongi to grow shy. He has to feel and experience the sensations and not rationalise them until he gets scared by them.
“Fuck.”
It was whispered and shaky. Nothing else follows from Yoongi’s lips.
Hoseok moans against Yoongi’s jawline, listening to the new vulnerable sound of pleasure the older makes. It was so quiet and filled with so much nervousness that Hoseok feels bad enough to lift his head and check on him.
Yoongi’s eyes are squeezed shut to the point of wrinkles and his puffy lips are gasping for air. His cheeks are glowing rosy and his forehead is carrying a faint layer of sweat. 
Hoseok’s cock throbs at the view. He wasn’t uncomfortable, he was enjoying this. 
Hoseok moans in ecstasy and connects his lips with the other side of Yoongi’s sensitive neck. Then he begins pumping his long fingers in and out of his hole, still searching for the spot which will make his legs shake. And Hoseok knows that his legs can shake. Yoongi gives off that kind of energy. Maybe not in the past, but Hoseok’s been his friend long enough to know better these days. He is sure that he can make him shake. 
He curls his fingers, massaging Yoongi’s walls. He is so warm and soft inside. Hoseok can’t wait to feel them around his cock. 
By now, the movie has progressed so much that the graphic sounds of Hoseok sucking a cock fills the air. It is so nasty that Hoseok almost loses his rhythm, while Yoongi doesn’t hear it because of his pounding head and the intense pleasure throbbing between his legs.
One move of Hoseok’s fingers and the pleasure explodes inside him with such intensity that his legs shake and his throat produces the most fragile moan. 
Yoongi feels Hoseok smirk against his neck, but he can’t do anything against it. He just has to take the constant wave of unbearable pleasure as Hoseok massages his prostate in a skilled and quick rhythm.
He found it. Hoseok knew that he could and yet the achievement still leaves him with an aching cock. Yoongi’s legs are shaking so much, his voice sounds so nervously submissive and his fingers can’t seem to stop grasping his arms desperately. He knew that he could get him like this, but he didn’t plan on it so soon. Not with the first touch already. Not so goddamn soon.
Hoseok wonders if it is because Yoongi has never been touched like this before and as he wonders, his cock throbs and the unbearable urge to make him see stars overcomes him. He slides another finger inside, pressing it against Yoongi’s prostate instantly before pumping his fingers in and out of him quickly. He makes sure to never break contact with his prostate and to start the movements from his wrist. It feels smoothest like this and way more intense than if he used his arm for it. And as he does, he makes sure to fuck his cock with a tight fist around him, using his slick for it.
Yoongi arches his back and scratches down Hoseok’s arms. Another helpless sound of pleasure slips past his lips. His trembling hands reach down and close around Hoseok’s wrist. They squeeze tightly, feeling clammy against his skin. He tugs and tugs until Hoseok has to let go of his cock to instead press his hand into the pillow beside Yoongi’s head. The latter moans and squeezes his wrist gratefully. The desperate clenching of his hole gets less and Hoseok wonders if Yoongi did what he did to prevent an orgasm. 
“Fuck, so hot”, Hoseok gets out in a breathy whisper, fucking his fingers even deeper. The thought that Yoongi might have been close already turns him on so much.
By now, Hoseok isn’t kissing his neck anymore but instead is blatantly staring at his face. Yoongi looks ruined from pleasure. Skin glistening and flushed, pouted lips constantly parted, dark lashes against tender skin and black long hair messily sprawled on the pillow. Hoseok thinks that Yoongi looks so much more delicate and pretty than he normally does. Like a pretty doll. Hoseok knows not to call him that, but if he could he would. A pretty, flushed doll. Made to shake and blush and squeeze around his fingers. 
Hoseok feels feral in lust. And because he does and Yoongi feels so relaxed around his digits, he slides another finger inside. His pinkie. The last one before Yoongi would takes his entire fist. Like this, his thumb presses into Yoongi’s swollen balls and his walls pulsate around him, desperately sucking him in for more.
Yoongi arches his back to its breaking point and then whimpers one word. One single word and it is enough for Hoseok’s vision to blur and for his lungs to fight for air.
He whimpers his name. Once. Quietly and with his voice pitched. 
And Hoseok swears that in this moment, he wants to take him until he can’t speak anymore.
He pushes his fingers deeper into Yoongi. He can feel him struggle around him. He knows how close to fisting this comes. He knows that Jungkook is into it and that he and Yoongi regularly do it that way, but Yoongi’s confession from before was enough that Hoseok is also aware that the latter never took a fist himself. So to watch Yoongi react by squeezing his wrist and moaning his name while his hole convulses in pleasure, makes Hoseok dizzy. 
“I wanna fuck you”, he presses out, grinding his wet cock against Yoongi’s shaking thigh. He twists his fist inside Yoongi’s pulsating hole, eliciting a pitched moan of pleasure from him. He is so tight around him and yet he is moaning so freely. “Please”, Hoseok pleads, “I promise I’ll be careful.”
Yoongi nods his head. This is everything Hoseok needed. Consent. He treasures that shit like nothing else.
“Fuck, thank you”, he moans and slips his fingers free. Yoongi’s hole closes slowly, pushing out the lube which Hoseok once fisted into him.
Another word leaves him, which forces Hoseok’s lungs to gasp for air.
“Please.”
It was whispered. Whimpered.
And Hoseok swears he can barely open the lube bottle because of it. He manages to do so with trembling fingers, spreading it on his cock messily. He is huge in his hand and it’s Yoongi’s doing. Hoseok normally has perfect control over his cock, growing and shrinking his cock whenever he wants to. So to stare at his full vampire cock, over which he had no control in its growing, fills Hoseok with an uncontrollable surge of pleasure. He is going to fuck this huge cock into Yoongi and show him what he is doing to him. He furrows his brows and stares at Yoongi’s middle. The latter has his eyes closed as he is fighting for air. His legs are propped up and squeezed closed in a way that would almost hide him from Hoseok. Even now he is so shy. Hoseok lets him stay in this position because the part he wants to ruin is so painfully exposed to him. His hole. He is so pink and wet. Hoseok can barely guide the lube syringe to his hole from shaking so much. Even there Yoongi is flushed. Hoseok has to swallow down the most sinful of words in order not to scare him away.
He slides the syringe into Yoongi’s hole and pushes. The latter finally reacts with a scared gasp and his legs closing further. He even reaches down and tries to feel for what Hoseok is doing.
“Relax. Don’t be scared”, Hoseok whispers.
“What…you doing?” Yoongi gets out and touches the syringe. He feels it up with trembling fingers, clenching around it.
“I know the lube’s cold, but I’ll warm it up soon. Just gotta make sure that you’re lubricated”, Hoseok tells him as he slides out of him, “when we were shooting porn, we always shot lube up our asses between takes to make it glide painlessly. Trust me, I know what I’m doing”, he explains as he sucks up another round of lube with the syringe. Once it is filled to the brim, he guides the tip back to Yoongi’s hole. He nudges his grabby fingers away from it and slides inside. Once deep deep inside, he pushes, covering Yoongi’s walls in an even thicker layer of lube.
“Stop”, Yoongi whimpers, shaking desperately at the sensation of being pumped full of cold lube, “it’s, it’s too much.”
“It’s not too much, you’ll love it. Trust me”, Hoseok assures him, sliding the now emptied syringe out of him.
Yoongi’s hole pushes out enough lube that it soaks the pillow. He clenches nervously, squeezing his legs together.
“It’s too much, it’s leaking out of me”, he complains in a shy whine.
“Hush, I know”, Hoseok says, closing the distance between their bodies, “that’s why I’ll be there. Relax”, he says and nudges his clenching hole with his cockhead.
Yoongi presses out a shaky, “fuck” and relaxes his muscles.
“There we go”, Hoseok says, wrapping his arm around Yoongi’s legs to use his once shy position to his advantage. He squeezes around them, forcing his legs to bend by their knees. Once folded in half, Hoseok uses his leverage on them to lift his hips until they rest on his lap. And then, only then, does Hoseok part Yoongi’s legs to guide them around his waist.
Yoongi opens his mouth to complain, but he doesn’t get to because Hoseok shuts him up by sliding his cock into him slowly. Carefully. Inch by inch. He fills him out with his cock. His hands caress his inner thighs, his abs continuously flex as he clearly fights his urges to drill him violently.
Yoongi feels tears escape his eyes and a whimper slip from his tongue. He squeezes his eyes shut and throws his head back as best as the cushion allows him to. His hands search for Hoseok’s. The latter meets him in the middle and allows him to squeeze him to the point where it hurts just a little.
“Does it hurt?” Hoseok asks.
Yoongi shakes his head vigorously.
“Mhm, it’s new. I get it”, Hoseok speaks soothingly, caressing Yoongi’s knuckles while his cock still slides inside. Almost done. The amount of pressure around his cock drives Hoseok crazy, but he knows not to rush, “I’m almost in.”
Hoseok bottoms out. By now, the movie has switched to the fourth chapter. Hoseok is talking in the background about how he is known for taking shy boys’ virginities.
The sentence rings in both their ears. Yoongi peels his eyes open to see if Hoseok is looking and closes them right away because their gazes met.
“It’s true, you know?” Hoseok says and places himself over Yoongi’s body. He takes his hands with him, pushing them into the cushion above his head, “and I’m so gentle with it”, he whispers.
Yoongi rolls his head to the side, spilling silent tears. Hoseok leans down and kisses them away, abandoning his hands to instead caress the crown of his head in sync with his hips finally beginning to move.
Slow. Terribly slow. Just small movements back and forth. To get him used to it. He is so tight. Yoongi reacts by lifting his head off the cushions just once before dropping it again and letting out a nervous “ahmhm”. 
“Relax. You’re okay. Everything’s okay. You’re okay”, Hoseok whispers, “does it hurt?”
Yoongi shakes his head, letting out another shy sound. His hands lift from the cushions, grasp Hoseok’s shoulders, squeeze and drop into the cushions again. So nervous. He doesn’t even know what do to with his hands. Hoseok rewards him with deeper movements and his fingers scratching his scalp soothingly.
“Ah.”
“You’re good. Everything’s okay”, Hoseok whispers, letting out a desperate moan, “that’s it, you’re doing so good.”
His hips show Yoongi exactly what he has been missing out on. What any of your little poly family has been missing out on. Yoongi may be the first to experience it, but Hoseok knows for a fact that soon he’ll have you and the others come knocking on his door as well. Good. He doesn’t want to be excluded from all the fucking. Not anymore.
He moves smoothly, using his decades old experience as a dancer to his advantage. Deep and strong. Not fast. Calculated. And with enough strength behind them that the impact of his body against Yoongi’s is loud. Skin against skin. The drenched nature of Yoongi’s hole adds wet squelching sounds to the sinful music. Truly, he is so wet inside. Hoseok is glad that he went with two portions. Truth is, one would have been enough, but Hoseok is a sucker for filling his bottoms with lube. They get so wet and so relaxed because of it. No ounce of friction, just wet, slippery fucking. And he wanted to give Yoongi the wettest fuck ever. He deserves it. He deserves to get his hole fucked by huge cock, but for it to happen without even a second of discomfort. And he knows that Yoongi isn’t hurting, because despite his supernatural size, Yoongi hasn’t clenched in discomfort once. All he has been doing is tremble and flutter and pulse around his cock while he is scrambling up the lube inside him.
He chases the pleasure it brings him, because trust that Hoseok feels high right now.
“You’re so tight”, he rasps against Yoongi’s neck, “and you wanted to tell me that I used too much lube. Hah fuck”, he laughs deeply, gliding his tongue up his neck until he can whisper against his ear, “if I didn’t fill you up, you’d just be way too tight.”
Yoongi shudders and lets out an embarrassed whine. His legs shake around Hoseok’s waist, his feet rest on his back and his toes keep curling each time Hoseok slams his cock against his prostate. He can feel how wet he is. Hoseok is fucking it out of him. His cock is so huge that it was unavoidable. There is just too much in his hole, lube was bound to squirt out of him eventually. It’s just so embarrassing because it happens each time Hoseok bottoms out. The wet sin is sticking to Hoseok’s pubes and is smearing all over Yoongi’s buttocks. Yoongi doesn’t know what else to do other than whine again and throw his arms around Hoseok. Not to hug, but to dig his nails into his back.
“That’s it, hold onto me”, Hoseok encourages him and rewards him with faster movements. He still keeps them deep and strong, but he adds just enough rhythm to them that the once two seconds of bliss where his tip hit his prostate turn into a constant wave of ecstasy. And as that happens, Yoongi swears that he loses a part of himself because holy shit it feels so good that he doesn’t know what to do anymore. He doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t know. He doesn’t.
“Hoseok.”
His name leaves Yoongi as the only thing his body was able to do. His nails leave marks down his back and up again. They heal within seconds, but the deep burn remains.
“Yeah, you just keep moaning my name. I fucking love that”, Hoseok speaks in a dark voice. The kind of voice, which doesn’t sound like him at all and which makes Yoongi wish for his friend back. This isn’t him. This isn’t Hoseok. Not him. When he talked about being Doctor Love and starring in porn, Yoongi expected his movies to be goofy and borderline cringey. He expected his perverted and way too funny friend to be just as goofy and perhaps even a little terrible in bed. Can one blame him? Doctor Love is a ridiculous name.
So to be brought to the point of shaking legs and a non-functioning brain by none other than him feels like a fucking acid trip to Yoongi.
This isn’t Hoseok.
But then. This isn’t him either. All of this. This isn’t Yoongi.
He is taking cock up his ass. Not strap, but actual cock.
The Hoseok in the background movie is currently talking about how tight the boy’s virgin ass feels and here lies Yoongi with his legs around Hoseok’s waist and his virgin hole filled out by his cock as the Real Hoseok is growling against his neck. Why Hoseok? Out of all the men in his life it was Hoseok who was going to take this first? Holy fucking shit, Yoongi’s life became a series of unforeseen and twisted events.
And the most twisted part of it all?
He fucking loves it so much that he is crying messy, pathetic tears and enjoying every fucking second of doing so. He begins to meet Hoseok’s movements, doing so sloppily and with little coordination. It feels so good. It feels so fucking good.
“Stop that”, Hoseok orders him, slowing down his hips, “you’re messing up my rhythm.”
“Deeper, I need it deeper.”
“Why didn’t you say so?” Hoseok says and picks him up. It is hilarious. The two vampires are relatively the same height and build and yet right now, Yoongi feels tiny and fragile in Hoseok’s arms.
He falls into Hoseok, wrapping his arms around him and burying his face in the crook of his neck. This isn’t him and yet he can’t stop. Not when Hoseok turned off any sense of sanity with just one press against his prostate.
“That’s it, hold onto me”, Hoseok encourages him and climbs off the sofa. He uses his powers for a second to get to the next best wall as quickly as possible. He couldn’t bother to walk, all he wants is to fuck Yoongi against a wall.
And he does. Oh how he does. Yoongi wails up in ecstasy, throwing his head back and gripping Hoseok’s shoulders as the latter bounces him on his huge cock. He is naturally taller than Hoseok in this position, feeling the latter nose at his clothed chest. He hates that he is wearing a sweater right now, but he is too weak to say anything. It feels so good to be fucked.
Hard, fast and rough. Hoseok doesn’t hold back anymore. Or maybe he is, but even if he is, Yoongi feels in heaven, letting the younger vampire bounce him on his cock gladly.
“I fucking love that ass”, the Hoseok in the movie moans.
“Yeah, that’s right”, the real Hoseok agrees, “fucking love that ass.”
“Ah, please”, Yoongi begs and shakes like crazy. His legs aren’t working anymore. They are flopping around each time Hoseok moves. The only thing still keeping them in this position is the hold Hoseok has on them. His cock keeps rubbing against Hoseok’s stomach. His skin feels so smooth against his cockhead, his muscles are so defined. Yoongi doesn’t want to, but is constantly leaking white, creamy desperation because of it. Or maybe it’s because Hoseok is drilling his ass to the point where Yoongi is scared that he might gape afterwards. He knows from fucking Jungkook that roughly, how open and loose hole can get if you fuck it hard enough. And he also knows that Hoseok has his vampire cock out, because unless Hoseok’s human cock is crazy huge, the cock in his ass feels massive. He thinks of his near future for a moment. Once both of them orgasmed and the sex had to end. That future. He thinks of how he is going to gape and how he never gaped before. He feels painful embarrassment then. For only a second because then Hoseok fucks his cock into him again and his brain turns off.
Yoongi collapses into Hoseok. His face naturally falls into the crook of Hoseok’s neck, drool escapes his mouth, he can’t stop it from happening. He has his eyes half lidded and he knows for a fact that they are just a little crossed. Thankfully nobody sees him right now.
“Hoseok”, he whimpers.
“I fucking love my name like this”, Hoseok growls, “fuck, you drive me fucking insane. Say it again, fucking say it again”, Hoseok encourages him, thrusting into his ass in three deep and angry strokes. He needs to punish him for making him feel so good that his legs are shaking.
“Hoseok…”
“That’s it. Fuck yes”, Hoseok moans, tightening the grasp on Yoongi just so he can change positions. It’s getting too hard to stand. He uses his powers again. Fucking like this is amazing. So freely and without any restraints. No human fragility has to be considered or even the tenderness of younger vampires. This is Yoongi. The one who created the vampiric race and whose body can withstand far more than the rough handling of a seventy year old vampire. And Hoseok feels drunk on power.
He hurries to the armchair, turns it so the backrest was facing the television and places Yoongi atop of it by his knees. He bends him over so he has to hold onto the edge of the backrest. Then he steps onto the chair with one foot and fucks his cock back into Yoongi’s gaping hole.
Yoongi takes the new position with shaking gratitude. His vision is blurred by tears of pleasure, but focused on the television in front of him. Just nine feet from where he is getting drilled, he can watch Hoseok’s veiny cock stretch open flushed hole and in this moment, it feels as if he is watching a livestream of what is being done to him.
“I’m cumming”, he wails and buries his face in the edge of the backrest.
“Fuck. Shit. Do it”, Hoseok spits, gawking at Yoongi’s hole. He knows his movies are hot, but to think that this is what would set off Yoongi makes Hoseok want to nut right with him. Not that he is going to. No, he isn’t done with him.
“Now”, Yoongi screams and begins shaking so uncontrollably Hoseok feels bad for a second. He looks so fragile and vulnerable like this. Hoseok feels so, so bad to drill him that hard. Only for a second though, because then the feral urge to fuck and fuck and fuck him overcomes him. Yoongi’s pink hole is pulsating around his huge cock. He can see it so perfectly. And between Yoongi’s trembling legs a puddle of white cum is forming on the armchair, telling him just how hard the older vampire is climaxing. He is also terribly tight, but Hoseok keeps fucking. He bruises Yoongi’s hips because of how hard he is gripping him, pulling a grimace of angry pleasure as his long hair is getting more and more soaked in sweat. It’s running down his torso as well, giving his abs and perky nipples a sinful glow to it. The shine of the television only accentuates his shape. Hoseok stops admiring his own body to instead admire Yoongi’s. Fragile torso still hugged by his sweater and buttocks flushed from impact, he looks so utterly destroyable. Hoseok looks at the way his pink hole moves around his cock. It is still tight, but less than before.
Hoseok picks up speed again, forcing Yoongi to arch his back and throw his head back.
“I know. Tight”, Hoseok growls, “put I fucked enough Gluttons to know that you guys aren’t satisfied with one, so take it. It’s worth it.”
“Please”, Yoongi hasn’t talked much ever since this started, but what he said has always been honest, “please don’t stop.”
“Fuck”, Hoseok didn’t expect that.
Yoongi begins fucking back, doing so with his ass presented in a perfect arch and his fingers gripping the chair to the point of ripping it.
“Shit, hah”, Hoseok’s voice pitches as his hips stutter. This he expected even less. For Yoongi to willingly beg for more and for his body to showcase his desperation. It’s messing with his head, “holy shit”, Hoseok presses out and grabs a bundle of Yoongi’s soaked hair. He uses the leverage to push his head down and into the edge of the backrest. Like this, Yoongi rests on his cheek and drools all over the cushion.
“I wanna break you, I wanna fucking ruin you, holy fuck I’m so fucking into you”, Hoseok chants with ruby eyes and his cheeks covered in dark veins, “I’m so fucking into you. Holy fuck, Yoongi. Fuck, your name sounds perfect like this. Yoongi, argh Yoongi.”
He keeps talking as he keeps fucking. Angrily and like an animal. No human could withstand this. How the chair is still keeping up with it, will always stay a mystery. But Yoongi can. Yoongi with his gaping, wet hole and tears streaming down his face can withstand this. Yoongi with his fingers ripping the armchair and his cock continuously leaking thick white pleasure wants to withstand this. And Yoongi with his scalp burning from getting his hair tugged and with his lungs working just a little less well because Hoseok keeps pressing him into the chair hopes that this won’t ever stop.
The movie has stopped by now. Now, only the start menu stares back at Hoseok. Him with his hard cock out whilst in the background snippets of the movies repeat over and over again. A hundred and fifty minutes. He has been fucking Yoongi for two hours and thirty fucking minutes and it hasn’t gotten boring at all. And here Yoongi wanted to complain about the length. 
“I have to cum”, Yoongi confesses with his voice so not entirely his’. Hoseok knows Yoongi as someone with a deep voice. A calm voice with a timbre that feels as if it could lull you to sleep in relaxation or make you cum with just a few words. Not in a million years would he have imagined him to produce such squeaky sounds. And he loves it, fucking him even harder just so he can make him squeak as he cums.
Yoongi begins convulsing and shaking, “now, please, now.”
“I’m not stopping you”, Hoseok encourages him and the last thing he does before Yoongi breaks is write his name against his swollen prostrate.
Yoongi orgasms with a squeak. Just like Hoseok wanted.
“Yeah that’s it, that’s fucking it”, Hoseok growls with his fangs on display. He slams into Yoongi, pulling his fragile hips onto his cock to make it ever more intense.
“Oh god”, Yoongi chokes out and begins sobbing, “I have to- I’m sorry.”
“What do you- oh”, Hoseok feels lost for words. Yoongi’s once white cream changes colours, turning more and more into translucent liquid until it is all that is left. It leaves Yoongi’s cock each time Hoseok fucks into him and therefore makes his body convulse. It is already running down the chair by now, soiling Hoseok’s foot and the floor.
“Ah, ah I’m sorry, ah, oh god, ah”, Yoongi wails, shaking against his will.
“Holy. Fucking. Shit. You. Are. The hottest motherfucker ever”, Hoseok moans and throws his head back. He squeezes his eyes shut, “holy shit, you’re making me cum”, he growls and overcome by one last surge of power, he tugs Yoongi up until he can wrap his arms around him and press his lips against his sweaty neck. He smells like his cologne, ecstatic pleasure and fresh sweat. Hoseok inhales the scent like an addict. Like this, his fangs tickle his skin.
Hoseok climaxes just like this. Holding Yoongi, inhaling his pleasure-drenched scent and making him squirt until Hoseok drew out even the last harsh movement.
The two vampires fall on the floor afterwards. It was Hoseok’s doing. He lost balance and tugged Yoongi right with him. The latter is his little spoon, shaking in his arms as Hoseok purrs and kisses his neck. His cock is still plugging him up, hard but very obviously human sized. It honestly feels like nothing is in his ass right now, until Hoseok moves it just right and rubs it against his abused prostate. Yoongi flinches each time it happens, but he doesn’t want it to end. It feels so good and once those bolts of overstimulation stop for good, it will mean that Hoseok slipped out and his hole is gaping. Filled with lube and cum, it is most definitely going to leak. Yoongi is scared of that happening.
“This was fucking amazing”, Hoseok lulls, kissing the shell of Yoongi’s ear, “was it good for you?”
“Yeah”, Yoongi croaks. Shame begins to bubble in his stomach. Shame for showing himself like this.
“That’s good to hear”, Hoseok says and lets out a content sigh.
“Hoba, I’m dropping”, Yoongi chokes out.
“You are? Hey”, Hoseok gasps and tries to slip out.
“No. Don’t leave. I-I’ll leak and, and gape and, and I c-can’t do, do that. I can’t. I-“
“Okay, hey I get it”, Hoseok assures him, pressing himself as close as possible just so Yoongi can feel how stuffed he still was, “do you feel that? You’re still filled up.”
“Don’t stop”, Yoongi gets out and rolls to his tummy just enough that his nose is pressed against the floor.
Hoseok chases him, making sure to keep his cock inside as he snakes his arms around him. He pulls him against his chest, rubbing his tummy gently.
“I won’t stop. I can stay hard for a really long time. Promise, you can warm my cock for as long as you need to. Doctor Love can be Doctor Aftercare as well.”
Yoongi laughs even if he thinks that the joke was dumb. Like this, he doesn’t feel ashamed anymore. As a matter of fact, he even feels good. Hoseok laughs with him.
“Fuck”, Yoongi presses out, “fuck, you’re such an idiot.”
“Yeah, probably. You gotta admit though, I can fuck.”
“I guess.”
“What do you mean I guess? Dude, I just made you squirt.”
Yoongi nudges Hoseok’s stomach with his elbow.
“You’re a fucking ass. Don’t make fun of me”, he hisses.
“I’m not”, Hoseok assures him and takes his once attacking arm to instead pin it onto the floor by his wrist, “it’s just that I’ve never made a man squirt before. That shit was hot as fuck.”
Yoongi likes having his hand pinned down, he also likes feeling Hoseok’s cock move as they play wrestle and he likes the conversation. Hoseok doesn’t judge him for the kind of things he is most ashamed of doing in front of someone who isn’t you. Yoongi won’t ever tell him, but it means the world to him.
“Yeah well, I’m not a man.”
“Yeah right, you’re a slut.”
“Shut up”, Yoongi hisses and tries to fight Hoseok again.
The latter laughs and pins him down. Yoongi merely did it so he could feel his cock shift inside. He won’t ever confess it. He wiggles again, but Hoseok pins him down and begins nibbling at his neck. Yoongi grows slack, closing his eyes.
“I still can’t believe that I was your first.”
“You weren’t my first. ___ was.”
“Yeah right. I was still the first man.”
“Whatever.”
“How come?”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re officially dating Kook. Why didn’t he take you first?”
“Because… I don’t know”, Yoongi is whispering, “I’m scared to show myself like that in front of him.”
“He wouldn’t judge you.”
“I know, but I’d feel weird. He looks up at me. I feel…weird at the thought of being like this with him.”
“I get it. It’s a power thing. You don’t wanna be the one he has to take care of ‘cause until now, you were always the one to coddle him.”
Yoongi cranes his neck to look at Hoseok.
“What?” Hoseok asks.
“Since when are you like this?”
“Like what?”
“Like…not a constant idiot pervert.”
Hoseok furrows his brows, “ouch”, he says, nudging Yoongi, “I know I suck at being serious, but damn you really had to hit me where it hurts the most, didn’t you?”
“I’m sorry”, Yoongi says honestly, “I didn’t wanna hurt you. I just…” he studies Hoseok’s face. It is sweaty and glowing from sex and his long hair is sticking to parts of it. Yoongi always thought that Hoseok was handsome, but tonight he feels almost unbearably drawn to him, “…I get it. I’m bad at it too. I act cold to cope and you joke around. I shouldn’t have said what I said.”
“I accept your apology”, Hoseok says and grins, “no but seriously, it’s okay dude. I know you didn’t mean any harm in it.”
“Good”, Yoongi says and turns away to relax while Hoseok cuddles into him.
“We could open another bottle of wine. What do you think?” he suggests.
“I gotta leave soon.”
“You’re not leaving tonight. It’s storming like a bitch again and you’re still too drunk to drive.”
“Then I’ll walk.”
Hoseok laughs, “don’t be ridiculous. You’ll get wet and cold. I can make you wet and blissed out.”
“You want me to stay over?” Yoongi asks as calmly as possible even if Hoseok’s words make his head dizzy.
“Yeah, stay over. Drink more wine, get drunker, maybe watch another one of my movies and fuck again”, Hoseok says and rolls his hips gently, “let’s not get sober already.”
Yoongi understands what Hoseok means by that. Being sober means that this is gonna end. The ruthless, dumb fucking is over once their heads are cleared from the wine. Maybe Yoongi doesn’t want this to happen yet.
“Fine”, he says, “but you gotta promise me not to tell anyone. Just once please keep it to yourself.”
“I promise. I’ll keep it a secret.”
“I trust you on that.”
“When have I ever broken your trust?”
Yoongi stay silent.
“Exactly”, Hoseok says, “now tell me how long you still need to cockwarm me ‘cause I’m thirsty for more wine.”
Yoongi scoffs, “you’re a fucking idiot. Just get up, but don’t look.”
“Yeah, sure.”
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Despite Yoongi’s dreams of keeping their night a secret, it gets exposed the next day. Not by Hoseok – hell, this man was ready to take the secret to the grave – but by none other than you and the others returning from your holiday and running to check on them after hearing very worrisome noises from his bedroom. Yoongi didn’t come home. He didn’t pick up his phone. Of course, you went looking for him at the place you figured he would be. Hoseok’s renovations were known to you all, just as much as Yoongi’s willingness to help. You all ran, taking two steps at the time. The door opened easily, revealing the probably most shocking view to your eyes.
Yoongi and Hoseok tangled under the fluffy duvet in rough missionary, three empty bottles of wine scattered on the bedroom floor and their bodies drenched in sweat. By now, Yoongi was wearing one of Hoseok’s tanktops while the latter was still naked. They never went to sleep, their bodies were still buzzing in booze. You all screamed, then yelled, then they complained while you stuttered in shock until it ended in laughter and you leaving them to finish up.
Yoongi stays out until late into the night. He hopes that you are sleeping already. You aren’t, calling him into the sitting room, the moment he passes it.
“So, you and Hobi. Wanna tell me how that happened?”
“Why did you stay up? Go to bed, this is so embarrassing to talk about”, he whines.
You wiggle your brows, “Boongie, go on tell me everything.”
“No. I’m hungover. We drank five bottles of the witches’ wine, I’m dying.”
“And you don’t think that it could be because he has been railing you for one night and an entire day?” you ask him, studying his ruined form. He wasn’t even able to button up his pants properly.
“Fuck, shut up.”
“I’m not shutting up until you tell me how that happened.”
“We got drunk, okay?” Yoongi is embarrassed, but not ashamed. You know him. He is blushing like crazy, not only from the afterglow of the wine and the sex, but also from being shy, but he wasn’t ashamed. Not in front of you. Never in front of you, “he showed me his pornos and I just…they excited me, alright?”
“Ooooh okay, that’s shocking”, you get up to hurry to him in happy skips, “don’t tell me that his films are actually good”, you say and touch his tummy.
This simple touch was enough to break Yoongi’s composure. He is with you again. His safe space.
“I kid you not” he says and giggles, “they were really fucking hot”, he whispers as he shares the secret with you. He even leans in to whisper it into your ear. You tilt your head so he can reach you better.
“Yeah?” you giggle with him, “I can’t believe that they actually are. And is he a good fuck?” you are whispering too.
“Yeah, a really good one. He fucked my ass. Multiple times. I think I actually saw god.”
“Ooh Boongie, that sounds amazing. Tell me more. Wait. Doesn’t that mean that he was your first real cock? Holy moly, it does! Oh my god, Boongie tell me everything”, you say as you drag him to your magic kitchen by his hands, “tell me, tell me, tell me.”
“Do I gotta? I’m so hungover, I just wanna knock out”, he whines, following you gladly despite his complaints.
“That’s why I’ll be making you something while you talk. I promise, I know just the remedy against witchy hangovers. You talk, I cook and then I tell you all about New York as you fall asleep. I’m still jet lagged as fuck anyways, I can’t fall asleep.”
“Okay fine”, he gives in with a happy skip in his steps, “but I wanna lie on your couch as you work.”
“Of course, I’ll even tug in your horny ass.”
“Don’t call me that”, Yoongi complains, making you snicker.
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𖤐psychos in love | SOPE (18+)
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — “scream, if you dare.” 🔪
❀one-shot❀
❥pairing: ghostface!sope X black!reader
❥genre: serial k¡ller AU, angst, smut, kinktober, yandere, halloween edition AU to my future “psychos in love” fic
❥summary: the town’s serial k¡ller(s) pays you a special visit on halloween…
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❥!!warnings!!: stalking, home invasion, vulnerability, knifeplay, being held at knifepoint, knife scratches, threatening with a knife, threatening to kill, cutting through clothing with a knife, gloved hands, mentions of—[killing, blood, stabbing], rough sex, yandere sope [PLEASE ADHERE‼️]
❥other warnings: yandere/psychopathic sope, dom sope, slasher fucking, reader caught cheating in 4K [polaroid photo-taking], unmasking [i didn’t know unmasking was this hot til I wrote it😩], long haired sope, violence, some oral (fem & male receiving), masturbation, sexual intercourse (please use protection!), backshots, name-calling, slapping, choking, spitting, black-mailing
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-inspo: heavily inspired by scream the movie, obviously! part of the smut scene inspired by the dead by daylight mori scene for ghostface.
-there needs to be a yoongi and hoseok ghostface agenda so imma push it! yoongi’s pale skin and hoseok’s face shape and raspy voice… it fits almost too perfectly!
-author’s note: I wanted to do something for halloween, obviously kinda different from what I usually do, but it was so fun to write! I know it’s super late but yk I don’t care, as long as it’s done😭! I can’t believe I never did Halloween fics for you guys, I hope you like this one!❣️
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Unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend lied close to death in a pool of his own blood downstairs on the back patio.
Still alive, but stabbed in the gut once or twice—honestly, Hoseok didn’t remember how many times due to the blind rage overtaking him. The moment that asshole stepped out of the kitchen to check on the noise, he couldn’t hold the urge in. But he had enough respect to let him live. For now.
Because, you, on the other hand, should know better.
You should know better than dating the shittiest guy on campus, giving him chance after chance and all of your undivided attention. An asshole jock didn’t deserve you for the night of this holiday.
Because what about Hoseok and Yoongi, the anti-social students you flirted with on a daily basis? The ones you would spark conversation with, even if they didn’t respond. The ones you would purposely bend down in front of in lecture, wearing your mini skirts and low cut tops…
Only to see them later those nights to aid in killing whoever was to die next.
It was as if you were begging to become next on their list. Toying with the wrong guys like a dumb whore. Asking to be sliced up and left for dead. This job was serious, and dating out of your line of work was a no-no. Especially when it was with the biggest grade A dickhead.
Had you known that the duo heavily thought of playing with their food or simply killing you, maybe you would have acted wisely sooner. They wouldn’t have fantasized about taking you for themselves and fucking you with the soon to be death of yours on their tongues like a true Halloween.
But it was too late.
After a month of stalking around and inside your home, it was unveiled that the fucker was a cheater and couldn’t even get you to cum. He was insensitive, trashy, and selfish, the typical ego of a varsity football player. He brought you too much drama and regretfulness that your classmates vowed would be fixed.
Now, you… were the girl of their dreams. Bitchy enough for Yoongi’s taste, manipulatively sweet when you wanted something. Hoseok hated your guts since he was so sickly attracted, especially when you were always in seductive makeup and had your hair pressed straight for class.
It easily provoked them that you looked nothing more than the overtly sexual and unsuspecting victim in their game, just like the horror movies. So it was perfect that you thought you had the upper hand by mapping out their killings.
You got to play along and get evil revenge on some peers and townspeople who wronged you, but now, it was your turn to be the victim. They wanted to scare you. Hurt you. Force you to put your focus back on them instead of your boyfriend. Therefore, their surprise Halloween plans had shifted to you and your house only when you thought the night was over after a final kill.
Hoseok didn’t play as nice as Yoongi, who stalked around your home quietly and hid in the shadows after dragging your unconscious boyfriend out of view. Hoseok headed straight for your bedroom, where you were found tuning into a scary movie marathon, Child’s Play and the beginnings of a thunderstorm outside background noise to the sound of your vibrator pressed against your underwear and the whiny moans you were letting out.
There was a movement of black in the dark corner of your room, but you were too blissed out to notice the two cloaked figures approaching your bed. You weren’t able to catch a breath before a gloved hand clamped around your mouth.
“Caught you.”
The town’s serial killers paying you a nightly visit in their murdering attire would have anyone else up in arms, but you had way too many encounters with them to know that you were safe. Enough. Because one of the masked men held you down to the mattress and threatened you with a knife pointed at your throat.
“Is this any way to welcome your favorite guests, doll face?” His voice was creepily stable, as raspy and low as he’d give it to the victims.
You, however, held your gaze with the dark sockets of his mask as the other yanked your vibrator away and turned it off. “Didn’t know you two were invited. Here to finally kill me?”
There was a dark, attractive chuckle.
“Kill you?” The bolder one questioned above you. “If I wanted to kill you, I’d know what your insides look like already… Can’t we have some fun before Halloween ends? You’ve already gotten started…”
It should frighten you that deranged men had infiltrated your home as soon as your boyfriend went out for a party, but you found yourself smirking instead. It was expected of them to come back to you after a night of slaughtering your peers that deserved it. Savagely using your body to blow off steam gave you the excitement your boyfriend never could. So you played along.
“Fun?… If you’re not gonna kill me, then what are you gonna do?” You asked lowly, eyeing the gaping mouth of his disguise and someone’s blood droplets splattered across the pale face.
There was a beat of silence before the brutal killer leaned in closer, the other one beside you craning your neck back up to look him in the face as he slowly told you—
“I’d tie you up, carve away at your pretty skin, stuff your mouth with my cock so that you really can’t scream… Would you like that instead, doll face?”
The wetness you felt drip between your legs was your own villain origin story. The threat had made you hornier than the toy you were just fucking yourself with, the imagery of his words hitting you so hard that you let out a shaky breath. Your lack of response and flustered face amused the killers.
“Did I make you all bothered?”
The other one finally spoke up, his voice a little deeper and calmer. The voice of reason in the endeavors. “I think she wants to get fucked.”
And always knew what to say.
The first one chuckled, bringing the cold blade of his signature weapon to the side of your face and toying with your hair. Your body reacted in a way that could only be described as desperate as you arched your chest higher.
“Is that what you want, huh, doll face?” He asked. “To celebrate Halloween by being our slasher fucker?”
Not everyone got to say they survived a serial killer by fucking them. But you could, time and time again.
“I thought I already was that…” You pouted, feeling playful as you went to touch the Ghostface in front of you, but was met with a growl and his knife back at your jugular.
Hoseok and Yoongi had reason enough to kill you, as you knew their identities and had evidence against them, but you fascinated in the idea of being their middle person and getting railed by the two criminals whenever they needed it.
They couldn’t give you up though. It’s why they had incapacitated your boyfriend to have you tonight as they rightfully earned, even if they wanted to rip him completely apart.
Yoongi touched you with a gloved hand to your neck, tilting your head back towards him so that Hoseok could drag the knife down your sternum. Your fearful yet anticipating gasp was like music to their ears as Hoseok tore the blade through your crop top.
“Pretty tits,” the quieter one complimented, not being shy in grabbing a breast as the meaner Ghostface trailed a shallow, stinging line around the curve of your stomach with the sharp of his knife. You brought your hand up to your mouth, holding in a whimper as your chest was fondled with and your legs pushed apart. The feeling of gloved hands all over your body turned you on so much.
The thin, drenched material of your underwear was also cut through, and one of them voiced about wanting to go first. You didn’t want to dwell on how happy it made your heart that they were going to take turns, so you gladly spread yourself out when they switched positions.
Yoongi wasn’t as rough as his partner until needed be, but when he had seen how wet and swollen you were, he found himself forcing your leg down so that you couldn’t move or obscure his view. He didn’t take another second to pleasure you, the roughness of his gloves stimulating your clit.
Hoseok entertained you at the front by tweaking your brown nipples and caressing your throat, you basking in the underlying fact that he could kill you with no struggle if he desired. He frightened you the most, so you were kind of relieved that the tamer killer went ahead with getting you started.
Your moans intensified when you noticed Yoongi yank his gloves off, presenting some of the prettiest hands you’d ever seen or had the pleasure of getting fingered by. They were sexy to say the least as they thumbed your clit again and prodded about your needy hole.
Hoseok followed in suite, removing his gloves to better pinch at your tits. His were veinier and longer, too dainty for killer hands. You grabbed the bicep of the one fingering you after a slow thrust, becoming met with muscle. A fairly regular sized arm, but there was bulging.
All the terrorizing and murdering was bulking them up, making them stronger. You hadn’t had the luxury of seeing them the whole busy month of Halloween besides class, so you decided that you didn’t want to be fucked faceless this time.
You had to see.
So you reached for Yoongi’s mask, only getting to lift the chin of it a little since he was quick to tilt his head up with the movement and grip your hand. Hoseok had you by the neck in one swift hold.
“Don’t be so greedy, doll face,” he said. It was like you could sense the way his lips curled over his teeth as he smirked underneath the mask. You gulped when he cocked his head in wonder, thinking you were going to get punished for that. Until Yoongi spoke.
“We can just kill her after,” he joked.
“Aish, you’re so in love with her,” the other one bickered. “Giving her what she wants when she’s been a bad girl this whole time.”
Your heart raced at that comment, but it was bypassed as Yoongi ignored Hoseok, undid the black gown, and yanked the hood off. He grabbed the chin of the ghost mask and pulled it over his head, a wave of long, curly hair framing his face.
The killer pushed it back, revealing to you high cheekbones and creamy skin, the sharpest eyes you knew too well. One of your classmates. Yoongi.
You were about to act crazy at just the sight of him, until you gazed up to see the other Ghostface unmask himself, too, his heart-shaped lips and doe-y, hazel eyes making it easy to recognize him as Hoseok.
“Surpriiise!”
As much as you liked the lanky ghost masks, the fact that they were devilishly attractive underneath had you not regretting your fucked up morals.
“Stop staring,” Yoongi voiced as he gripped your legs, his long hair falling back over his eyes as he opened his mouth to spit on your pussy.
“Yeah, or you’ll be gutted next, doll face,” Hoseok said and lifted you into a sitting position so that he could crawl in behind you, you not caring about his boots on the bed at the moment. He stuck his knife against your neck to hold you captive, chin on your shoulder as he watched Yoongi get on his knees to lick your clit.
“Oooh, fuck,” you moaned. You were surprised they let you touch the pale killer, your hand digging into his scalp and gripping his hair. He smoothed his tongue hard and flat as he pressed closer to eat you out. You had to limit your bodily reactions as to not accidentally slice your throat open.
“Does your boyfriend do this for you, huh?” Hoseok interrogated in your ear. Yoongi’s tongue plunged inside of you so wickedly that you screamed. “Yoongi’s so generous when you’ve been nothing but an ungrateful slut.”
No, your boyfriend didn’t give you oral this good or oral at all. Sex with him was unpleasant, and you two weren’t even as close as before.
Honestly, he was only kept around longer to spite your jealous classmates, knowing that they stalked around your house and would see you cuddled up on the couch with him or giving him a lazy handjob. You knew they’d target his cheating ass eventually, but he didn’t deserve to die. Yet.
“W-Why are you bringing him up all of a sudden?” You asked dumbly, whining when Yoongi promptly pulled away and switched positions again with Hoseok.
Hoseok pushed you to lie back on the bed, his painted nails marking your thighs as he forced them down to your torso. You swore he only spat on you for show, as Yoongi certainly left your cunt puffy and messy.
“Your shitty boyfriend? The one who’s cheating on you, you mean?”
Your lip quirked up into a sneer while you watched him pull himself out of his black jeans. “He’s—“
“The one you fake moan for?” Hoseok interrupted with an innocent pout as he thrusted his hard dick into you all the way, eliciting a loud, real moan. He darkly laughed seeing you lose your shit. “You’re not fooling anyone but him, doll face.”
The crazed look in Hoseok’s eyes as lightning flashed through your bedroom window while he forced himself into you shouldn’t have you on the verge of climax tears. But it hurt so good, and, fuck, fuck, right, you knew better than anyone to mess with their heads.
“Open your mouth…” You heard Yoongi mumble, not even giving you the chance of an answer before he gripped your jaw and puckered your cheeks. A spit glob rolled off his tongue and into your mouth, a blunt slap hitting your face before you swallowed.
Hoseok angled his hips and fucked you deeper during your state of haze, savouring the way your tits bounced and how your legs shook, the vague knife lines he’d left on your brown flesh with his blade.
You hadn’t noticed Yoongi’s motives until Hoseok wrapped his hand around your neck and urged your head to the side, your lips rubbing over the mauve tip of Yoongi’s dick as he pushed it in your face. Your siren-eye makeup became smudged while you let him train your throat, Hoseok’s grasp making you tighter and more pleasurable for his partner.
This was what you deserved. Not some useless asshole who couldn’t fuck you stupid and corrupt. Just the thought of him was starting to piss them off again.
“What would your boyfriend think?” Hoseok questioned slowly, gritting his teeth as he pounded into you harder. “Walking in on you fucking the guy who stabbed him like a whore?”
You winced when Yoongi pulled out of your mouth to let you speak. “W-Where—shit…”Your hand flew down to rub your neglected clit, your orgasm clearly still the most important here. “—Where is he?”
“Alive…” Yoongi responded. He watched you with an admirable gaze when you dizzily dragged your lips back over his wet cock. “Does it matter?“
No. It didn’t.
You were about to cum and finally reap a worthy climax that you’d been begging for all month. Your boyfriend could die for all you cared, but you didn’t have a plan. No alibi, no excuse, if they had tortured him close to death in your own home while you were here. You couldn’t play it reckless.
“Don’t kill him,” you told them.
Hoseok’s laugh sounded like that of a clown’s. “We don’t take orders from you, doll face. Not when you forget who fucking owns you.”
By the grip on your neck, he flipped you over, pressed your face into your pillows, and steadily drilled his dick into you. You wailed as you watched Yoongi move away and step over to your bookshelf of knickknacks and scary movie DVDs. He pulled something from behind the array of cases, an object that you didn’t own or had known was there.
Through your blurring eyesight, you could make out a puffy, rectangular shape. Circular lens. A Polaroid camera. Yoongi sent you a dark smirk when he saw the fear on your face and handed it to Hoseok.
“D-Don’t—!” You tried, but your voice fell into flat out whining as Hoseok brushed your cervix.
He gripped your hair and brought his lips to your ear. “Your begging is almost believable, doll face… Especially if you weren’t so close to cumming on my cock.”
You couldn’t think of a comeback to that, not as he yanked your head off the mattress and brought the polaroid before you, the back lens focused intently on your face. You felt Yoongi’s hand hold your wrists down, his other bringing the coldness of his blade to your throat as Hoseok’s tongue dug into your neck.
You heard a click.
“Smile!”
The flash flickered in the dim room while your eyes rolled back, lips parting into a loud moan as you came. Hoseok pulled back just to ram into you deeper to get his climax. He angled the camera higher after handing the photo card to Yoongi, his fingers maintaining the arch in your back, snapping another picture of where you were connected.
You whimpered as he threw you on your back and took a third of your scratched up body. You felt done for, but more satisfied about being blessed with a sore core and aching nerves.
“Just in case you wanna play your stupid games,” Hoseok smirked down at you, delivering a peck to your cheek after checking the last photo card’s quality.
You didn’t know if they were going to use those polaroids for blackmail to fuck with you or to get off on, but their faces were unveiled in the first for them to do any real damage. The others… made for kinky nudes to an outsider.
Yoongi pocketed the photo cards while Hoseok pulled out of you. They seemed in a rush all of a sudden as you sat up and observed them get into their masked clothing. The night was over, no? They had killed who needed to be killed, where were they off to now?
But then a noise rang loudly throughout the house, louder than the storm beating against your window. Police sirens.
No, no, no, no, no… They wouldn’t.
Your heart drummed against your chest as you sprung up to pull on new clothes, ignoring the killers while they watched you run about your room for a few seconds in terror.
“Are you… scared?” One of them, Yoongi, teased as Hoseok snickered. You still didn’t answer and checked in your vanity to look at your messy makeup and the scratches and bruises showing through the scooped neckline of your tee.
The police sirens grew nearer, but Yoongi and Hoseok had clearly planned this out. Your window was thrown open, and they were making their escape. You had no doubt that they had turned your home into a crime scene over your boyfriend’s body, contacted the police and timed how long everything would take.
Your eyes were glistening with frustrated tears as Hoseok stepped in front of you, his ghost mask pissing you off now since you knew he was enjoying this the most underneath it.
“Next time,” he warned. “He dies.”
They disappeared as soon as the knocking on your front door started. It was difficult to explain to the cops your boyfriend close to death on the patio, why you had supposedly typed a call to the police station on your old computer in the living room, and how you had survived Ghostface’s final attack of Halloween night when he never left his victims alive.
There were questions on his physical appearance or if you’d been threatened before the “incident”, but you weren’t giving the police much as you played the distressed, surviving victim role in their faces. Yoongi and Hoseok scared the living shit out of you, but they didn’t leave you to fend for yourself like you feared. They kept it fair and showed mercy, gave you an alibi, convincing injuries, and made it realistic for the police to believe you and rule you out as suspicious.
But you figured that if you didn’t want anything like that happening again, then you were to dump your boyfriend.
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Meanwhile, one month later…
To deepen the wound your ex was healing from, an envelope was dropped off in the mailbox of his home. Just a small present to remind him of the stabbing…
Your now ex wouldn’t leave you alone after the breakup, obsessively hitting you up to take him back and bringing his injured self to your home to knock at two in the morning.
What a failure… he only thought to appreciate you when you “saved” his life.
Hoseok wanted to finish the job, but Yoongi was too reasonable and revenge was much more satisfying than death. This guy would take the fucking hint with the right push.
So, out of the envelope flew a photograph when your ex opened it. A copy of a Polaroid photo card. He picked it up from the ground to analyze the picture.
It was you. And two other guys that looked familiar, but he couldn’t put names to their faces.
One had his honey eyes focused into the camera with his tongue on your neck and a fistful of your hair. The other had a devilish smirk on his face as he winked, a knife at your throat. There were knife lines visible all over your nude body, too.
Your ex jumped at the thought that you’d been kidnapped and tortured by these men. Punishment for him surviving a serial killer.
But you looked nothing of in distraught. Your eyes were closed and furrowed into an expression your ex had never given you. One of pure ecstasy and contentment.
The guy holding the camera was clearly behind you, in a position that could only mean one thing.
What the hell? What was this? Had the killer gone after you?
When…?
Your ex flipped the photo card over. Bold letters written in sharpie had his face drooping in horror as if he’d seen a ghost.
What a way to tell someone they fucked his girl on the night of his almost death.
With a threat.
𝐎𝐜𝐭 𝟑𝟏, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐
𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧
𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐀𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫—
𝐃𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞?
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Showstopper 📸 3: Nobody has ever made me feel this way
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Hoseok knows the rumors.
Everyone in the industry knows the rumors.
Min Yoongi is a player. Min Yoongi is a snake. Stand in front of Min Yoongi’s camera, and you will be just another one of his victims – prey for him to use as he pleases and toss away when he gets bored.
Still, when Hoseok gets the call to audition for the magazine at which the elusive Min Yoongi works as the lead photographer, he does not hesitate to say yes. This is Hoseok’s dream, and he will be damned if he lets some industry hotshot stand in his way. He is an up-and-coming model who has worked with some of the hottest, most chaotic people in the business; surely, one man is not capable of hip-swishing into Hoseok’s life and throwing a wrench in all his plans. 
📸 Hoseok x Yoongi
📸 word count: 18.7k
📸 strangers to lovers, model & photographer au, angst, smut, fluff, slash, nsfw, 18+
📸 warnings: Hoseok & Yoongi switch; they are both hot and cold & there is plenty of angst; footsie that turns to cockstepping; explicit discussion of sexual acts; jealousy; attempts at communication; dry humping; hair pulling; use of "good boy"; mouth spitting; blowjobs; deepthroating; a lot of drool; brief delicate cheek slapping; cum swallowing; some overstimulation; frotting; Yoongi is surprisingly submissive; sexual acts happen while somewhat under the influence but not drunk.
📸 notes: this chapter is very dialogue heavy!!! i hope some plot points don't feel too rushed or contrived, but i am trying to squeeze everything into my 4 planned chapters, since i have so much on my plate! 💜
📸 written for the BTS Found Fest!
📸 thanks to @neoneunnajimin for beta reading.
📸 posted jan. 2024 | read on ao3
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Hoseok cannot, for the life of him, pretend that kiss never happened. 
He may as well be drunk each day with the way he spaces out, misses instruction, and does not seem to be fully aware of his surroundings. He is clumsy, always staring at Yoongi's hands, and forgetting to change poses without being told. 
And to make matters worse, Yoongi's moodiness has ramped up. He is quick to snap his fingers and bark instructions. 
"Model," he will say, not using Hoseok's name, "get your head out of the fucking clouds, what is going on with you?"
With a shrug and maybe a yawn, Hoseok will sigh and bat his eyelashes. "Sorry, boss," he will make his voice soft and sweet as candy floss, "just tired this week."
The thing is, Hoseok is coasting until he finds out whether Dior wants more from him. He already has the cover and the money shots – the shit he is doing this week is all random filler images that Yoongi will keep a stock of in case he needs something for an ad. Random outfits, random backdrops, random accessories. 
Why he is bothering to do any of this right now seems pointless. It is almost as if Yoongi is just asking him to be around for the sake of having him around, and Hoseok finds it tedious. After his hot shot Dior campaign, he deserves a vacation. He wore a merkin, for fuck's sake. 
During the third day of this nonsense, Namjoon comes sighing into the makeup room, shaking his head. There are other models around, so he waits to get up close to Hoseok's ear to mutter, "You're really getting under his skin. Are you trying to get fired?"
Hoseok simply stares at him with one eyebrow raised. He knows Yoongi has told Namjoon about the kiss – he tells Namjoon about everything. 
Namjoon confirms that he at least knows something by rolling his eyes, shaking his head, and saying, "Well, he has asked me to invite you to dinner with him today so the two of you can speak."
"I have nothing to say to him," Hoseok says, holding out his perfectly manicured left hand to inspect whether his nails are still shiny and well-groomed – they are. "If he wants to invite me out, he can do it, himself."
On top of everything else, Hoseok is playing hard to get. If Yoongi wants to see or speak to him, he can earn the right. One does not barge into Hoseok's apartment, surprise him with a life-altering kiss, and then carry on like everything is fine. Absolutely not. 
He wants to annoy Yoongi by playing footsie with him under a restaurant booth, or seduce him up in his big, dark office, but not let him have anything more than another kiss. Just to show him that he is not fully in control. 
But he doesn't want to make it obvious to the other models. He has no desire to commiserate with them over the ways Yoongi has used them. 
Ultimately, Hoseok wants to come out on top – figuratively and literally. He wants to have Yoongi sprawled out across that big, leather-topped desk of his, moaning Hoseok's name in his deep, raspy timbre. That's the goal. 
Namjoon pulls out his phone and thumbs around, dimples on display as he smiles to himself. Hoseok likes it when Namjoon plays along with his cattiness, and he imagines that Namjoon is relaying his message to Yoongi. 
Meanwhile, models come and go, all shooting with different photographers throughout the massive studio space. Only Hoseok and Sunmi have Yoongi's attention, and Hoseok has been attempting to watch like a hawk to see if any flirtatious behavior is exchanged, but much to his chagrin, Sunmi only seems to be behind Yoongi's lens when Hoseok is busy getting his hair and makeup done. 
He wonders how many more models Yoongi will kiss this week. How many does he text to ask if they need a ride home? How many go out to lunch with him in secluded corner booths and shower at his home studio?
Whereas before, Hoseok thought he was catching feelings for Yoongi, now he is determined for it to be a power play only. He just wants to fuck him once to get it out of his system – mark up that round little ass of his. Then he can leave this whole stupid company behind. 
Hoseok is balls deep in a mental image of Yoongi bent over his large desk when he hears the man's voice cut through his imagination, bringing him back to reality.
"Hoseok."
Hoseok looks up to find Yoongi's head peeking into the room. Namjoon is still present, still on his phone, but Hoseok can tell by his expression – by the way his eyes are staring unmoving at the device – that he is definitely eavesdropping. 
"Yes, boss?" Hoseok asks with as much indifference as he can muster. 
"How would you like to come on a little field trip with me? Dior wants to discuss a second round of outfits, and I could use some dinner."
Hoseok stretches his back and lets out a deep sigh, then he slouches in his chair and shrugs, acting bored. "Sure. Sounds fun."
Rather than respond, Yoongi simply leaves the room. Hoseok stands to follow, but Namjoon stops him in his tracks. 
"Let's find you something nice to wear," he says.
Hoseok looks down at his favorite baby blue cropped tee and low-rise daisy duke denim shorts and says, "What are you talking about? I look amazing."
"I didn't say you didn't look amazing," Namjoon responds with a playful smile. "But I just think you should wear something a touch more put together."
By now, all of the models have left the room, and Namjoon closes the door. 
"Why?" Hoseok asks conspiratorially. "Is he taking me somewhere nice? Gonna butter me up? Or finally apologize? Maybe try to corner me for another stupid fucking kiss?"
With a sigh, Namjoon turns to a rack of black and white clothing and begins to search until he pulls out a black blazer, black slacks, and a delicate off-white silk blouse. Hoseok rolls his eyes dramatically but cannot hold back a smile as he strips down and allows Namjoon to play dress up. 
The blouse has a deep v-neck that hangs gracefully down to the valley of his pecs, and he wears the fitted blazer fully open, with the blouse tucked into tight, fitted slacks that are accentuated nicely with a black leather belt. Namjoon dusts a thin black line around Hoseok's eyes and chooses a pair of chunky black loafers for him to wear. 
While Namjoon is digging through a chest for jewelry pieces, there are three soft knocks on the door, followed by it slowly opening and Yoongi sticking his head back into the room. Hoseok stares at his boss, watching as his eyes widen and then settle back to their cold natural state. 
"We're just about finished, boss," Namjoon says. 
Yoongi heavy-blinks and nods once, then says, "I'll be in the car."
Hoseok is no fool – he knows that behavior well. "He wants me so bad," he says, giggling to himself while cold metal is draped around his neck and fastened into place. 
Namjoon has chosen a stack of delicate gold chains that drape and cascade beautifully with the deep neck of the blouse. Hoseok dances his fingertips along one of the thickest chains and smiles into the mirror. 
"Joonie Baboonie, you have such an eye for style."
"Baboonie?" Namjoon asks with a chuckle as Hoseok spins on his toes and pats Namjoon on one of his big, strong biceps. 
"Yes, Baboonie! You got this primal ape thickness to you," he says, giving Namjoon's arm a squeeze. 
Namjoon gasps and yanks his arm away, pretending to be scandalized. "I don't even know what to think right now."
"Trust me, it's a compliment," Hoseok says as he turns toward the door, looking over his shoulder to add, "You're easily one of the hottest men on this peninsula."
The tips of Namjoon's ears turn a precious shade of red, and Hoseok grabs his phone, wallet, and keys from where they sit on the vanity counter and slide them into his borrowed pockets, giggling to himself over how fun it is to rile Namjoon up. 
He takes his time walking through the studio, to the large front doors ahead, listening to shutters snap closed while photographers and directors instruct and praise and ask more from their models. Despite feeling fed up with Yoongi's antics, he is proud to be part of this world, and he holds his head high as he pauses before the sliding glass doors and waits for them to open wide. 
It is early evening, still bright and warm outside. Hoseok spots the familiar sedan sitting curbside and is pleased to find only Yoongi waiting for him. He can play coy all he wants in the presence of others, but he is not so sure he can hold up the facade around Seokjin, and the man's absence is a relief. 
Yoongi wears a black mask over his nose and mouth, as well as black sunglasses, and when Hoseok opens the door and slides into the front seat, Yoongi points to the glove compartment and says, "Disguise, please."
Now that Hoseok is alone with Yoongi, he fully takes in his appearance. Between being photographed by him earlier in the day and now, he has changed from his typical flowing black rags into a white button-up top with long, sharp lapels, and charcoal grey slacks that strain against his thighs. His hair has so much volume that the tips fan out in pretty waves, and Hoseok openly stares, feeling his feigned impassiveness crash down around him. 
There is no way he is going to be able to have the upper hand if Yoongi is this fucking pretty. 
"Hoseok," Yoongi says, "we don't have all day."
Hoseok clears his throat, blinks Yoongi from view, and leans to open the glove compartment. Inside is a pair of black sunglasses and an unused black mask, and he reaches for each item to put on.
"Why the disguises?" he asks. 
"I don't like my identity being widely spread, and there always seems to be someone in the high-end districts waiting for me to waltz into a shop or restaurant. Better safe than sorry."
"Why is that?" Hoseok asks, adjusting the mask to fit comfortably over his nose.
Yoongi sighs. "The last thing I need is for the press to see me taking my models out to eat and spread the word that I'm fucking them."
"Because you are," Hoseok mutters. 
"Flirting is not the same as fucking."
Hoseok rolls his eyes and tips his head in Yoongi's direction. His voice is low but challenging as he asks, "How many of them do you fuck, boss?"
It is a shame Yoongi's face is covered; Hoseok would love to see his expression as he says, "Currently, none."
With a hum, Hoseok turns to reach for his seatbelt. He does not believe Yoongi for a second, but he is still happy with the claim. 
"Where are we off to?" Hoseok asks in a far more chipper voice.
Yoongi sighs, turning Hoseok's attention back to him. He has his sunglasses pulled down to the bridge of his nose, and his eyes appear somewhat sad. 
"Look, I'm sorry for kissing you. I should have asked…or…I don't know…refrained."
"Yup," Hoseok responds snarkily.
"But we need to at least pretend things are normal, for the sake of professionality. Otherwise I will not be able to continue having you at M Magazine. I really don't want to let you go, Hoseok."
"Because I'm a good investment. I know."
Another sigh. "Is that really how you feel?"
Hoseok rolls his eyes again, thankful that his expression is hidden, because he suddenly feels dangerously close to crying. He takes his time to think about his response, and then he shrugs. Yoongi is fucking insane if he thinks Hoseok is going to give him an ounce of his dignity.
"I thought we didn't have all day?" he asks, instead.
Yoongi slowly blinks, then says, "We have time for this. If there's something we need to discuss, I can always make time for it."
"Wow, so caring," Hoseok drawls sarcastically. "You're really good at putting on the good boy act when it's just the two of us. How many other models do you do this for?"
Yoongi squints, pushes his sunglasses back into place, and presses the ignition start button. Then he simply asks, "Sushi?"
"Sushi sounds great," Hoseok responds genuinely as he sits back and looks out the windshield, eyes trailing over details he barely registers of vehicles and trees. 
Off they drive. Hoseok spaces out entirely, blocking out everything ahead. Instead, he fights with his own emotions, unsure how he would like to proceed. 
He wants to tease Yoongi, and ultimately break him down. And in order to do so, he knows he needs to drop the snark. But Yoongi has genuinely pissed him off, and it is difficult not to bring it up. 
When the racing thoughts get to be too overwhelming, Hoseok reaches into his pocket and takes out his phone. He has Namjoon's number saved from their spa day, and he pulls up his contact.
Hoseok Joon Baboon, this man is driving me insane. Please snitch on your bestie and tell me what he said about The Kiss™. I feel claustrophobic in this car because I don't know what the fuck this man is thinking.
Hoseok assumes Namjoon is still at work, but there is a chance he is between models, or packing up for the day. It is rare for anyone to stay past five, and it is a quarter to five now. 
For good measure, he also sends a text to Jeongguk. He is eager to pick his friend's brain if Jeongguk is willing to talk about his experience with Yoongi. 
Hoseok Ggukieee!!! Drinks later? On me? I'm having a crisis that only you could understand.
He places his phone face down on his leg and patiently waits, staring out the side window at all the tall glass and concrete buildings. This side of the city is where all the money is. Designer shops, high-end restaurants, five-star hotels. 
Yoongi pulls up to a valet stand, takes a deep, slow breath, and shuts the ignition off. Hoseok swallows thickly, wondering if there really might be members of the press lingering around, waiting to photograph his boss – and, by extension, him. 
As soon as Yoongi is out of the car, Hoseok follows suit, unbuckling and slowly opening his door. He has no idea why his heart pounds, and he glances around at his surroundings, noticing the way people stop and take in his appearance. 
"For Min," Yoongi says as he hands the valet attendant his key. 
The attendant bows and Yoongi turns to Hoseok, nods his chin, and walks toward a large glass door. 
Hoseok follows close behind, trying to elongate his steps to accentuate the beautiful garments he wears rather than prance ahead quickly. He feels like royalty in the outfit Namjoon has dressed him in, and he intends to savor each second he spends in it.
Yoongi holds the door open, and Hoseok steps inside. Immediately, he is hit with rich umami and spicy scents, and he stops and waits for Yoongi to step ahead and say, "Two for Min," to the hostess.
"Right this way," she says, leading the two of them through a lavish restaurant furnished in gold, crystal, and jade, with copious amounts of natural lighting. 
She leads them to a section of private booths with tall wooden walls – an area that is much more dim and intimate than the main dining hall – and she points to a booth all the way at the end. There are no other patrons in this area of the restaurant, yet Yoongi only removes his sunglasses once they are seated. 
"The usual?" she asks, and Yoongi turns his attention to Hoseok. 
"I usually get an assortment of sashimi, as well as inari, miso soup, and sake."
"That sounds good," Hoseok mutters, feeling inexplicably shy as he removes his sunglasses and scoots to the center of the booth. 
"The usual, for two," Yoongi nods to the hostess, who bows and walks away. He busies himself with unfolding his napkin and placing it over his lap, and then pulls out his cell phone. 
Hoseok pulls his phone out, as well. And in that moment, it vibrates.
Joon Baboon All he said was that he made a mistake. He feels like he broke your trust and pissed you off, and for that, he feels guilty. 
Hoseok rolls his eyes and bites his lip to prevent from smiling. 
Hoseok Is that what this fancy as fuck sushi dinner is about?
Joon Baboon You didn't hear it from me…
Hoseok  The magic words!!! 
Joon Baboon But, yes. 
"About Dior," Yoongi says, causing Hoseok to set his phone down on the booth beside his leg and lift his attention to his boss. "Technically, the contract is over if you are pleased with all we have done. But they have reached out to express interest in having you model the upcoming winter line."
"Oh?" Hoseok perks up and folds his hands over his lap, watching as Yoongi pulls the mask from his mouth and neatly sets it aside. 
Yoongi is devastatingly pretty with his hair wild and curly. Especially with the crisp white shirt, his skin looks petal soft, and his lips have a slight gloss – kissable and sweet. Hoseok hates how quickly one look can make every wall he attempts to build around his heart buckle and crumble to his feet. 
"Cardigans, hoodies, handbags," Yoongi continues, "possibly sneakers. Oh, and they have a grey wide-legged wool pant that I believe you would be particularly stunning in, if that interests you."
Hoseok licks his lips and nods. For once, he has nothing snarky to say, and instead, he sits back and takes a deep breath. More Dior means more time spent with Yoongi acting as his agent. He feels conflicted. 
"Would this be something we begin soon?" Hoseok asks, suddenly feeling antsy and shifting in his seat. "Or would we draw up a new contract?"
Yoongi studies his face, then leans forward with his elbows on the table. "What would you like to do? Continue the current contract and get all of that out of the way, or pause with Dior in order to find representation with a more permanent agent?"
Hoseok gently nibbles on the inside of his lip. He figures he may as well be honest with Yoongi, despite how much he loathes putting his feelings on display.
Luckily for him, a server approaches with a tray of water and sake. Hoseok busies himself with pouring small glasses of sake while the server excuses themself. He can feel Yoongi watching him, and he swallows back his anxiety as best as he can.
"In the event that Dior keeps thirsting for my good looks, I think I would like to find a more permanent agent."
He glances up and sees Yoongi watching him, chin resting against his folded hands.
"S-so, if you wouldn't mind putting me in touch with some," Hoseok continues, pulse quickening the longer Yoongi stares, "I would appreciate it."
"Alright," Yoongi says. "I can set up some interviews for this week."
"Thanks, boss," Hoseok mutters as he slides a soju glass forward.
"Any particular reason you are eager to pay money for representation?" Yoongi asks in a teasing voice as he reaches for his glass before Hoseok has a chance to let it go.
The warm graze of Yoongi's fingers makes Hoseok swallow thickly and pull his hand away. Yoongi's signature smirk is back, and it fills his tummies with butterflies and regret.
"Maybe," is all Hoseok is willing to say. 
 Yoongi hums, then lifts his glass, waiting for Hoseok to lift his, as well. 
"How much sake will it take until you comfortably tell me what's on your mind?" he asks.
Hoseok scoffs, referring to the other night as he says, "At least three bottles."
Yoongi lifts an eyebrow and softly chuckles. They tap their glasses together, and Hoseok shoots the liquid back, savoring the almost buttery quality that shines through the semi-sweet flavor.
"How much will it take for you to be honest about your intentions with me?" Hoseok tries. 
Yoongi lets out a slow exhale. "My intentions are to assist you with finding an agent to represent you for the rest of your brand contracts, and to continue assisting you with putting your best face forward in the hottest magazine in South Korea."
Hoseok hums and licks his lips. He wants to challenge Yoongi further, but he worries that this is not the place for that.
The booth rattles with an incoming text message, and Yoongi's eyes follow the sound, then lift to Hoseok, asking, "You gonna check that?"
Hoseok rolls his eyes and laughs humorlessly to himself, reaching for his phone. "You're insufferable," he mutters under his breath. 
"Well, you aren't willing to speak openly with me," Yoongi quips, "so you may as well entertain yourself somehow."
Hoseok tongues the inside of his cheek as he lifts his phone, sees that it is a message from Jeongguk, and unlocks his screen to read it.
"Do you like wasabi in your soy sauce?" Yoongi asks, and Hoseok flicks his gaze up briefly, annoyed with his sudden change in topic. 
"Sure," he says, dropping his gaze down to his phone. 
Ggukie Bun Drinks sound fun, but idk how much I wanna talk about that man…you'll have to loosen me up quite a bit to get me to spill, hyungie.
He sends a quick response—
Hoseok You got yourself a deal, bunny. I'll hit you up when I'm finished with dinner.
—and slides his phone into his pants pocket before leaning forward with his elbows against the table.
"You want me to talk?" Hoseok challenges, keeping his voice low in case there are people sitting in nearby booths. "Alright, boss, I'll talk about anything you want. Pick my brain, since you're so eager."
Yoongi smirks and the sight alone has Hoseok's frustration reaching an all new high. The audacity of this man to push his buttons so much; he is going to lose his fucking mind. 
Hoseok watches as Yoongi uses his chopsticks to mix a dollop of wasabi into a small square dish that he has poured soy sauce into, eyes glued to his long fingers cradling the black lacquered utensils.
"So, you're saying I don't have to spend eight hundred thousand won on booze to get you to open up?" Yoongi teases as he lays his chopsticks down across an empty dish. 
"Eight hundred—" Hoseok gasps, then looks at the ceramic carafe in the center of the table. "What?"
"I know, one hundred and thirty thousand won is a lot for just one bottle, but I rather like how smooth this one is."
Hoseok chuckles and shakes his head. "You cannot be serious."
Yoongi's voice drops an octave as he leans forward and says, "Don't think I wouldn't spend that kind of money on you, Hoseok. Especially if it gets those pretty lips talking."
All the little hairs on Hoseok's body stand at full attention. He has half a mind to excuse himself to run outside for some fresh air. 
"Pretty lips?" Hoseok asks, instead, unable to hide the tremble in his voice. 
Yoongi's smirk becomes a grin, and there is a devious glimmer in his eyes as he says, "I quite liked the taste of soju on your tongue, but I bet this sake would be even better."
Nervous laughter rocks through Hoseok's chest, and he holds his left hand up and shakes his head, muttering, "Okay, you need to stop."
"Awe, what's the matter, Hoseok?" Yoongi teases.
"I am so fucking serious."
Yoongi sits back, resting his hands on the top of the dark wooden table, and Hoseok allows himself to stare at his short, tidy nails and knobby knuckles. 
"Is that why you no longer want me to be your agent?" Yoongi asks. "Eager for another kiss?"
"Fuck it," Hoseok grumbles to himself as he sits tall, looks Yoongi in the eye, and says, "Yeah. That is why."
Yoongi watches Hoseok, eyes trailing from his eyes to his lips and back up. He appears to have something to say, but for once, is holding back. 
Servers approach with trays of food, starting with the miso soup and inari, then the sashimi. Hoseok thanks the servers, smiles impatiently at Yoongi, and then waits for him to start eating. 
But Yoongi keeps his eyes on Hoseok. He slowly blinks, saying nothing, and Hoseok takes a deep, fortifying breath and says, "Yoongi-ssi, I would like to eat. Please start."
"Sorry," Yoongi utters softly, lifting his burgundy napkin and tucking one corner delicately into the neck of his shirt. 
Hoseok rolls his eyes and sits back with a huff, crossing his arms over his chest. Whatever game Yoongi is playing at, it is wearing him out. 
"I was just thinking," Yoongi says as he reaches for his small bowl of soup and lifts it to his lips. He blows delicately at the broth and says, "Seokjin may have room to represent you."
Hoseok sits forward and reaches for his own small black plastic bowl with red along the rim, and he lifts it to his lips. "Seokjin works as an agent?"
Yoongi sips at his soup and closes his eyes. A smile graces his lips, and Hoseok forgets for a moment how hungry he is – all he can do is stare.
"Seokjin started out as my in-house agent," Yoongi says as his eyelids flutter open. "But then he got bored of dealing with fussy models and slowly transitioned to becoming my assistant. Sorry, my goon."
A hint of a smile tugs at Hoseok's lips before he can stop himself. He has a sip of the miso soup, and the rich, savory broth instantly warms him, sending a chill along his spine as he adjusts to the sudden change in temperature. 
With another salty sip, a small square of tofu glides between his lips and practically melts on his tongue, and Hoseok understands why Yoongi reacts the way he does to savoring this soup. It really is delicious, and the perfect starter to the meal. 
"I'm not sure he would enjoy me, then," Hoseok jokes, holding the bowl close to his lips. Steam rises from the broth, and he enjoys the way it dances over his skin. "I'm pretty fussy."
Yoongi chuckles, shakes his head, and mutters, "You're not that bad," before having another sip. 
Hoseok sets his half-finished soup aside and reaches for his chopsticks. The inari is calling his name, and he reaches for a piece while Yoongi sets his empty soup bowl down, and he dips it rice-side-down into the soy sauce and wasabi.
Although inari is a simple dish of sticky rice tucked inside a soft, fried pocket of bean curd, there is a semi-sweetness to it that, paired with soy and wasabi, is quite delicious. He does his best to only bite the edge of it, leaning over his bowl to catch stray grains of rice that fall. 
He alternates between nibbles of the inari and slices of sashimi, hardly taking his eyes off the table until the meal is nearly finished. Yoongi fills the glasses of sake, and he stands slightly to reach across the table and set Hoseok's close to him. 
With Yoongi hovering over the table, looming over Hoseok, the breath catches in Hoseok's throat. He watches as Yoongi smiles slightly and licks his lips, then settles back in his seat.
"How many models are you regularly kissing and flirting with?" Hoseok asks, reaching for his sake.
Yoongi shakes his head, and mutters, "Hoseok—"
"I'm serious," Hoseok interrupts, sitting tall in his seat. "Whatever it is you're doing with me, I don't want it if this is something you're doing with someone else, too. The rides home and gentle knee touches…all of it. I'm serious."
"I'm not taking anyone else on dinner dates or squeezing anyone else's knee," Yoongi insists. "The only other model I am spending time with is Sunmi, but I am not eager to piss off her partner."
"But if she were single—" Hoseok attempts. 
Yoongi shuts him down, "No, Hoseok." He snickers and reaches for his cup of sake. "Not even if she were single."
Hoseok raises his eyebrow. "You aren't fucking Seori?"
At this, Yoongi chuckles. "Did Namjoon tell on me?" When Hoseok says nothing, he continues, "Seori and I had a fling once."
"When?"
"Months ago."
Hoseok tongues the inside of his mouth. "How many months ago?"
Yoongi lifts his sake and shoots it back, then reaches for the carafe to give himself a refill. "Hoseok, you and I shared one kiss. That hardly gives you grounds to interrogate me."
With a heavy sigh, Hoseok extends his right foot, reaching until he feels the toe of his loafer make gentle contact with the side of Yoongi's leg. Yoongi looks down, then up, and raises an eyebrow.
"You intend to share more than just one kiss with me," Hoseok challenges, scooting forward and rubbing his toe higher. "Don't you?"
Yoongi swallows visibly. "This is hardly appropriate behavior to conduct with your boss, Hoseok."
"You started it," Hoseok says plainly, dancing the edge of his shoe against Yoongi's knee. "Call Seokjin. Ask him to represent me."
Yoongi dances his tongue between his teeth as he watches Hoseok. Then he rolls his eyes, reaches one hand below the table, and grazes his fingertips over the joint of Hoseok's ankle. Despite it being a light, innocuous touch, Hoseok's exhale comes out a bit shaky, and he sets down his neglected cup of sake. 
"What is it that you want, exactly?" Yoongi asks. 
He scoots forward, causing Hoseok's shoe to graze his inner thigh. And despite how unaffected Yoongi seems by the movement, Hoseok's heart pounds at the thought. 
"I don't know," Hoseok lies, taking a deep breath and stretching his leg forward. 
Hoseok can feel the moment the toe of his shoe very lightly grazes Yoongi's crotch. Yoongi's lips gently part, and Hoseok knows he must look ridiculous with his mouth hanging halfway open, but it is the only way he can hope to breathe; the air feels far thicker than it had moments ago. 
"You don't know?" Yoongi challenges, scooting forward again. 
The bottom of Hoseok's loafer presses firmly against Yoongi's crotch, and at the same time, both men gasp. Yoongi's eyelids flutter ever so slightly while Hoseok's mouth and eyes widen. 
Yoongi tips his head to the side and asks, "Then what are you doing?"
"Fucking with you," Hoseok mutters before he can stop himself. "Wanted to see how far I could push you."
"Ah," Yoongi responds, resting a hand against Hoseok's shoe while the other pushes the hem of his pants upward to gently grab his ankle, skin against skin. "Well, you have yet to reach your limit."
A server approaches, and Hoseok instinctively attempts to yank his leg away, but Yoongi holds his foot in place with one hand while tugging the napkin from where it is tucked into his shirt and draping it over Hoseok's shoe. 
"Is there anything more I can bring you tonight?" the server asks, glancing between Yoongi, Hoseok, and what is left of their meal. 
"One more bottle should be good," Yoongi says, leaning forward and pressing himself against the sole of Hoseok's shoe while grabbing the sake carafe to give it a shake. 
There seems to be liquid inside, and Yoongi reaches with his other hand, silently asking Hoseok for his cup. 
"One more bottle coming right up," the server says as they turn to walk away. 
Hoseok watches Yoongi, feeling trapped in place and dumbfounded, foot lodged between Yoongi's thighs. 
"Cup?" Yoongi asks, making Hoseok heavy-blink and reach for his sake.
Hoseok slams back the drink, sighing through the sudden onslaught of very tasty liquid. He holds his cup out toward Yoongi, cradling it delicately in the fingers of both hands while Yoongi fills it with more clear sake.
He fills his own cup next, sets down the carafe, and lifts the cup. "To finding you an agent," he says with a grin.
Hoseok lifts his cup and nods, then shoots the liquid back. He reaches for the carafe, but Yoongi tuts his tongue against the roof of his mouth, insisting on being the one to handle it. 
By the time the server returns, the sake is gone, and a new carafe is set between them. Yoongi does not seem to notice the fact that Hoseok's shoe is still in place between his legs, and Hoseok makes no move to drop it. 
"Ah, right," Yoongi says after pouring them another glass. "I forgot that I have business to attend to."
Hoseok watches as Yoongi pulls out his phone, tipping his head to the side curiously. 
Yoongi thumbs around, then holds the phone to his ear, eyes on Hoseok as he smiles and says, "Seokjin…might I ask you for a favor?"
* * *
The second round of sake renders the two of them unable to swing by Dior and peruse their winter line. Or, perhaps the game of footsie distracted them from their goal. Likely, it is a combination of both. 
Hoseok opts not to get dropped off at home first, which is a mistake. Jeongguk is already at their favorite dive bar, and he watches as Hoseok gets out of Yoongi's vehicle, undoubtedly clocking the way he stumbles as his legs remember how to walk. 
To make matters worse, Yoongi must notice Hoseok wave to Jeongguk, who sits directly behind where Hoseok stands, on a rickety metal chair on the bar patio, smoking a cigarette while wearing a skin-tight black shirt tucked into baggy black pants. 
"You know him?" Yoongi asks, turning back to Hoseok, who pats his pockets down to make sure he has everything, standing beside the open passenger door. Yoongi wears the mask over his mouth, but his eyes are visible.
"I do," Hoseok says. "Why? Do you?"
Yoongi studies Hoseok briefly, then says, "He looks like someone I've photographed before."
"Interesting!" Hoseok chirps, drawing out the syllables.
"Something tells me you already know about this," Yoongi grumbles somewhat defensively. 
Hoseok grins, sarcastically asking, "No…why would you think that?"
"Drink water," Yoongi says with a hint of concern that breaks through the annoyance in his eyes, clearly eager to change the topic and leave. "And text me if you need a ride home."
Hoseok sighs and waves Yoongi off, muttering, "I can take care of myself," then he closes the door and stumbles onto the sidewalk, giggling as he nearly trips over his own feet. 
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Jeongguk grumbles as Hoseok approaches.
Hoseok is definitely more than tipsy, but he blames his giddiness for his inability to function properly. Seokjin had agreed over the phone to represent Hoseok, meaning once they sign a new contract, Hoseok will feel more confident to pursue his pretty boss. 
He also felt Yoongi become rock-hard under his shoe, but that is a detail he does his best to block out for the time being. That one he will unpack later, once he is home alone. 
"Business dinner," Hoseok responds, doing his best to act sober. He plops himself down in a chair across from Jeongguk and sighs dramatically, wishing he had a glass of water.
"Business dinner?" Jeongguk parrots incredulously. "Dressed like that? Stumbling around drunk? Be serious. I thought you were in crisis mode?"
"I am in peak crisis mode," Hoseok insists. "And anyway, Namjoon dressed me like this. Doesn't he have good taste."
"Namjoon," Jeongguk says in a dreamy tone, lips tugging into a smile. "Should have let him rail me, instead. He was way nicer."
"I bet you still could," Hoseok mutters, fighting the urge to take out his phone and text Namjoon to ask if he would be interested.
Jeongguk looks out into the distance, doe eyes bright and shining. Then he shrugs, and says, "Maybe some other time," and sits back, taking a drag of his diminishing cigarette. "So, what did you want to discuss?"
"Well, Ggukie, I was wondering if you would be open to telling me about what happened between you and my boss."
Jeongguk takes a sharp inhale of nicotine and holds it in. Then he shakes his head and blows a plume of smoke out toward the street. "Nah. Too sober."
Hoseok rolls his eyes and stands up quickly, holding his hand out to Jeongguk while saying, "Let's fix that."
* * *
Two bars and several rounds of shots later, Jeongguk and Hoseok are sitting on the couch in the back of some dingy neighborhood haunt that only people in their mid-twenties seem to patronize. Hoseok has his legs up on a low, wooden table on which neglected pint glasses of water sit creating rings of condensation around their bases, and Jeongguk has his legs draped over Hoseok's lap.
"It was just little shit at first, you know?" Jeongguk mutters, eyes half-squinted in part because there are several bright neon beer signs just to the right of Hoseok's head giving off a greenish-blueish glow. 
Hoseok nods.
"Little touches here and there, using pet names and favoritism, asking me to come to his office, inviting me to his studio. He took it slow at first, as if to suss out whether I was interested. But of course I was interested. I mean, you've fucking seen him."
Hoseok nods a little more emphatically; he absolutely has seen him.
"But then he got really assertive, pressing against me in his office, muttering shit like," Jeongguk's voice drops to a low, mocking octave, "we shouldn't be doing this, and, you drive me crazy, and, I can't keep my hands off you."
Hoseok remembers Yoongi cornering him in the makeup room. But you understand why we can’t do that, yes?
"Then one thing led to another, and he had me draped over the couch of his studio with his tongue in my ass."
"Oh my god," Hoseok mutters, in part because he was not expecting this conversation to veer into this territory so abruptly and in part because he has sat on that couch several times!
Jeongguk says nothing more, only stares ahead as if whatever he is searching for is lightyears away. 
"So…" Hoseok attempts, "then what?"
With a loud sigh, Jeongguk says, "Then we started fucking. Often. At his place, in his office, in the restroom at a fancy sushi spot."
"Oh my god," Hoseok mutters once more, eyes widening while staring out at the busy bar but not looking at anything in particular. "He took me to a fancy sushi spot."
"I've never had someone so eager to make me cum, like…god, the shit that man does. I pretty much stayed prepped and ready to bottom at all times."
"He was always in control?" Hoseok asks.
"Always. And it was amazing until it wasn't. Some girl named Seori was hired and he dropped me like a sweet potato."
Hoseok frowns, turning his gaze to Jeongguk. "Awe, Ggukie. Not a sweet potato."
Jeongguk nods slowly, nibbling on the inside of his mouth. "I know I shouldn't have taken it personally, but it was…it was a lot. He always said he wasn't into relationships but it was hard not wanting more from someone who made me feel so good."
Hoseok heavy-blinks, gazing around the bar, at people standing and sitting, talking and shouting about this or that. He idly traces his fingertips over the hems of Jeongguk's baggy jeans, trying to sort out what he should do. 
On the one hand, he really wants to try to make Yoongi hand over control and grovel for him. But he also feels sad for his friend.
Jeongguk seems to have gotten lost in his mind again, and Hoseok is no better. He still has so many questions, but it is hard to pull any one of them coherently to the surface. 
Finally, Jeongguk sits up straight, removing his legs from Hoseok's lap while muttering, "I think I'm going to venture out and find a sweet potato vendor."
"Okay," Hoseok says, mind still swirling with all the new information. He is definitely drunk enough to call it a night, but he also considers joining Jeongguk on his quest. "Yeah, okay, I think I would also like a sweet potato."
As Hoseok and Jeongguk venture out into the night, the details of events become foggy. He stumbles down the sidewalk for an indeterminate amount of time, and suddenly he is at a food cart, pulling notes from his wallet in exchange for a piping hot, foil-wrapped sweet potato. 
Next, he is at a small metal table sitting next to Jeongguk, typing a haphazard text message to Namjoon that reads, Eating a sweet potato and thinking of you. Because you are semi-sweet and also thicc. You and Jeongguk would make a cute couple btw!
Then he is shivering, still at the same small table, answering a phone call from Yoongi. He hugs his arms around himself tight while Jeongguk stumbles off into the night, toward his apartment two blocks away – also in the direction Hoseok lives. 
"You sure you don't need a ride?" Yoongi asks, voice deep and caring. 
"I'm like three blocks away," Hoseok insists, getting up to stumble in the direction of his drunk friend. "It would take you longer to come to me than it would take me to walk there."
Yoongi hums. “At least stay on the phone with me while you walk?”
Hoseok grins, ignoring the fluttering of his heart as he mutters, “Geez, obsessed with me, much?”
"Excuse me for caring," Yoongi responds, sounding somewhat affronted.
Hoseok chuckles and walks slowly, watching his feet meet brick, attempting but failing to step on as few cracks as possible. He smiles and says, "I don't know, I'm drunk enough that I might start saying regrettable things."
There is a pause, followed by, "Such as…?"
"Such as that I know you used to fuck my friend," Hoseok giggles, squeezing his eyes closed for a second because he knows he must have pushed Yoongi's buttons. "He told me all about your moves, Yoongi, and how you pretty much used the same formula that you're using with me. Which begs the question…which cute newcomer will take my spot, and how long do I have before I'm dropped like a hot little sweet potato?"
The sigh on the other end of the line is so audible, Hoseok can picture the downturn in Yoongi's eyes and the way his lips slightly frown while he is thinking. 
When he says nothing, Hoseok continues, "See, I warned you," dragging each vowel out dramatically.
"And what would you like me to say, Hoseok? Shall I call Jeongguk and apologize to him?"
"Nah," Hoseok responds, glancing up at brick buildings, pleased that he is still stumbling the correct way. "That would just piss him off."
Ahead, Jeongguk has stopped to lean against a tree and light a cigarette, and Hoseok makes note of the way his flat tummy curves from the way he stands slightly hunched over before his hips are swallowed whole by baggy jeans. He pictures Yoongi's large hands pressing on those hips, and the way Jeongguk must have gasped so sweetly. 
Then, Hoseok shakes his head, attempting to dispel the thought; he needs to get laid.
"But you have some reason for bringing this up?" Yoongi asks. 
With a sigh, Hoseok says, "I just hate to think my days are numbered. It's exciting to have caught your attention, but it seems," he drags the word out playfully, "that your attention is fleeting."
"We can talk about this when we're both sober," Yoongi mutters lowly.
Not wanting Jeongguk to overhear Hoseok talking to Yoongi, he stops in his tracks. Sadness sweeps over him, and his body undulates like overcooked pasta ever so slightly in place. Although the sweet potato has bought him a little time before blacking out, he is still quite drunk.
"Are we doing anything productive tomorrow?" Hoseok whines. "These last few days of random shoots have felt pointless, and…I might throw up."
"You might throw up tonight from being drunk, or tomorrow from being bored?" Yoongi clarifies. 
"Honestly…" Hoseok screws up his face, thinking it over. "Both."
Yoongi chuckles. "I can't believe my top model is calling in sick because he was out drinking all night."
Hoseok is quick to push the blame. "You got me drunk first!"
Yoongi laughs, and it is a pretty, rich deep melody that causes Hoseok to sway. Then he says, "Seok…you know tomorrow is Saturday, right?"
Relief washes over Hoseok, and he nearly stumbles to his knees. "Oh, thank god."
"I would like to see you briefly, tomorrow, though," Yoongi adds. "If you are available. Seokjin would like to iron out a contract and have everything set in stone as quickly as possible so that he can move forward with your next round of Dior shoots. We can meet up in the evening, if you prefer?"
Ahead, Jeongguk has continued to walk home, so Hoseok continues, as well. 
"Were these random ass shoots just your excuse to keep seeing me?" Hoseok asks coyly. 
"Hoseok," Yoongi drawls, making Hoseok inhale deeply as a tingle works over his body from the sound. He hums in response, and Yoongi continues, "Please stay on topic. Will you be available to sign the contract tomorrow?"
Hoseok grins. "Only if you can admit that you kept me around this week just to see me."
"I would rather talk about my feelings for you once we are sober and you have that contract with Seokjin signed."
"Your feelings for me," Hoseok mutters, mostly to himself. 
There is a pause, followed by Yoongi asking, "Are you home yet?"
Hoseok stares at the silhouettes of trees and square buildings ahead, the darkness broken by glowing street lamps. "One more block,"
"I could have picked you up by now."
Hoseok sighs. "You totally could not have. And anyway, I wanted to walk."
"Were you dishonest about how far the walk is? Or are you having a more leisurely stroll than usual?"
"Jeongguk stopped ahead and I didn't want to catch up to him while on the phone with you."
Yoongi sighs. "How long have you known that Jeongguk and I have a past?"
In far too chipper of a tone, Hoseok says, "Since the day I was hired."
Yoongi says nothing, and Hoseok wishes he could see his expression. At this point, he is too intoxicated to care whether he could be pushing Yoongi away. He still believes that no matter what, he will have a shot at fucking him at least once. 
It is not as if Hoseok has any interest in pursuing anything more with him. 
"Almost there," Hoseok chirps. He has a pep in his step now that his building is in view. It feels like ages since he has taken a nice hot shower, and he desperately wants to wash his face. "Oh, Hey, boss?"
Yoongi hums.
"Do you need this outfit back? Can you, like…deduct it from my paycheck, or something? Namjoon really put his babussy into this fit, and I might want to wear it again."
With a sigh, Yoongi mutters, "It's yours. Keep it."
"Thanks, boss. But how much do you think—"
"I'm not charging you for it, Hoseok. You're correct that it suits you well. Keep it."
Hoseok's cheeks warm, and he grins, raising his shoulders to his ears with glee and dropping them down. He makes his voice as soft as possible as he says, "Thanks, boss. You're too sweet."
Yoongi grunts, making Hoseok quietly laugh to himself. Either he has struck a nerve with Yoongi, the man is very tired, or both. 
"Alright, I'm walking up to the front door of my building. I'm home safe. You don't need to stay on the line any longer."
"Hoseok," Yoongi says, making him stop with his hand lifted to the knob, key dangling between his fingers. "Tomorrow, will you come discuss a new contract with Seokjin and I?"
"Oh," he mutters, sliding his key into the knob and twisting it open. "Yeah. Tomorrow evening is fine."
"Wonderful. I'll bring a lawyer along so that we can get everything finalized quickly."
Hoseok makes his way to the stairwell, slowly taking each step. "And then we'll celebrate?"
A pause, then, "How would you like to celebrate, Hoseok?"
Hoseok hums, making a show of the fact that he is giving this matter very serious thought, despite only one thing running through his head. 
"A kiss," he finally says, biting his lip as he shuffles down the hallway to his door. The closer he gets to his apartment, the heavier his limbs feel. 
"Alright," Yoongi grumbles, making Hoseok grin. "I will kiss you to celebrate."
Hoseok punches his code into the keypad beside his door, and when it clicks open, he lets out a long, happy sigh. Home at last.
"I'm in my apartment now. Gonna strip out of these clothes and take a nice, hot shower."
Yoongi makes no sound, so Hoseok continues. 
"Maybe while I'm in there, I'll think about earlier, at the restaurant, with my foot pressed between your legs."
Yoongi sighs, and Hoseok steps from his shoes, feeling victorious. 
"I felt how hard you got under my toes. You liked it, boss."
"I did," Yoongi admits, voice low. 
"I liked it, too."
"Yeah?" 
Hoseok shrugs out of the blazer and delicately drapes it over the back of his couch, then he balances the phone between his ear and shoulder as he begins to unbuckle his belt. 
"Yeah. The way your lips parted and eyes widened, so faint and so eager to hold your pleasure in. Beautiful."
"I could say the same for you," Yoongi responds, voice breathy. Hoseok wonders if he is touching himself. "I saw how affected you became."
"I want to see you like that when you're not having to hold back," Hoseok practically moans. "I want to make you unravel."
Yoongi hums and Hoseok holds his breath, waiting for whatever delicious thing he may have to offer. 
But then he says, "We should talk about this when we're sober."
With a sigh, Hoseok's body feels worn and heavy; his spirits feel dashed. 
"You're right," he mutters. "Good night, boss."
"See you tomorrow, Hoseok."
Hoseok lowers the phone from his ear, grumbling, "See ya," as he hangs up.
* * *
Despite the joyous occasion, Yoongi behaves rather coldly. 
At first, Hoseok chalks it up to the fact that Seokjin and a lawyer are present to draw a new contract for his modeling representation. The document is straightforward; Seokjin insists on taking almost no money from Hoseok for his services, citing that he makes more than enough being Yoongi's personal goon – a word he says playfully, with a wink. 
They discuss long-term plans that stretch further than Hoseok's employment with M Magazine, should he move on to other publications, and everything feels official and exciting in a way Hoseok hasn't experienced since he graduated from college as a fresh face getting scouted by seedy, desperate photographers and art directors. 
But even as they bow to the lawyer and bid him farewell, there is something sour looming over Yoongi, like a bitter little stormcloud threatening to burst at any moment and become everyone else's problem. Seokjin even nudges him, attempting to crack jokes, but he rarely smiles, and he hardly makes eye contact with Hoseok. 
It feels like whiplash after how playful he was last night, and Hoseok hovers around the sofa, not feeling welcome enough to sit, but not sure whether he should leave. Until finally, Yoongi stretches and yawns, and Hoseok sees that as an opening. 
"Well, you're tired," he says, sliding his hands into the front pockets of his pressed, black fitted slacks. "I'm tired, as well. So I think I'll head out."
"Yah, Hoseokah!" Seokjin barks. "We should celebrate!"
A yawn works its way from Hoseok's chest, and he lifts his hand to cover his mouth. Seokjin flinches away as if he is at risk of catching some kind of virus from a yawn and frowns.
"We could schedule something for next weekend," he suggests. "Or whenever all of us are free."
"All of us are free right now," Seokjin insists. "Yoongichi, you don't have any extravagant dates planned, do you?"
Yoongi shakes his head, but his eyes are glued to his phone. He seems stressed out, and frankly, it annoys Hoseok. It feels rude to build up his excitement to see him this evening, only for him to act completely indifferent to Hoseok's presence.
"Why don't we all go out to celebrate once Seokjin and I have our first round of Dior shoots under our belt?" Hoseok recommends. 
Yoongi nods, eyes never leaving his phone, and Seokjin sighs but agrees. 
"Alright, sounds like a plan."
"Cool," Hoseok says, nodding listlessly, "then I'm going to head out."
Finally, Yoongi lifts his head to look at Hoseok fully. And for a split, brief, teeny tiny moment, Hoseok thinks Yoongi might finally be direct with him. But then his eyes fall back to his phone as he grumbles, "I'm glad the three of us could sort this out."
"Need a ride?" Seokjin asks. 
Hoseok shrugs but happily says, "I would appreciate it."
Seokjin approaches Yoongi and mutters something lowly before giving him a slap on the shoulder, which Yoongi more or less seems to ignore. Then he makes his way to the door, where Hoseok trails along to slide into the pretty black loafers he wore just last night. 
Hoseok does not say goodbye to Yoongi, and when they step into the elevator, he lets out a sigh.
"I hate when he gets preoccupied," Seokjin complains. 
Hoseok chuckles. "It's honestly pretty rude."
Hoseok pulls out his phone and sends Yoongi a message—
Hoseok The way you hardly looked at me tonight is absolutely crazy. I no longer want that celebratory kiss.
—then tucks the device into his pocket. He does not expect a response to come any time soon.
"I love him, and he's a great businessman, but he is kind of an idiot," Seokjin says, making Hoseok laugh. "He has no fucking interpersonal communication skills."
It feels good to laugh, and Hoseok does not hold back. He bends in half, gripping his knees as the cords of his untied black, silk modern hanbok hang past his knees. He has to apologize to someone once the doors slide open and he steps forward, nearly barreling into them.
"Geez, it's not that funny," Seokjin complains despite still laughing.
"Oh, it definitely is," Hoseok insists as they make their way out into the evening. 
* * *
Hoseok does not hear from Yoongi for the rest of the night while he is out with his friends at the club, nor the entirety of Sunday while he is letting Jimin distract him with brunch and shopping. 
And by Monday morning, when there is still no word, Hoseok decides he no longer cares. He has a shoot later in the morning with Yoongi, and he begrudgingly gets out of bed and goes through his routine as if it were a standard early morning, with the plan of stopping by his favorite cafe for a sweet treat and a latte.
The weather is hot but not stifling, and Hoseok wears the same flowing black silk modern hanbok top he wore to Yoongi's place on Saturday, untied over a tight black tank top and mid-length, black wool shorts. And, of course, his favorite new chunky black leather loafers. He tucks his phone, keys, wallet, and lip balm into a small black handbag and sets out for the day with a forced smile. 
And truthfully, the cafe trip does wonders for the residual sour mood Yoongi had put Hoseok in, leaving him in a much more positive headspace. That is until he arrives at the studio. 
The familiar sights and sounds are like a weight on Hoseok's shoulders, but he holds his head high and makes a beeline through the expansive studio space to his sanctuary. The makeup room. 
Upon entering, Hoseok finds Seokjin and Namjoon standing by a metal rack of clothing, sifting through outfits. He sets his coffee down on the long vanity counter by the mirror wall and prances over to see what they have in store for him. 
"Yoongi wants us to start with this," Seokjin says as he pulls out a charcoal grey blazer and matching slacks.
Hoseok wonders if this is the grey wide-legged pant that Yoongi said he thinks Hoseok will look stunning in. He rolls his eyes at the memory, then smiles widely as he chirps, "Looks great, Jinnie-hyung!"
It takes no time at all for Namjoon to have Hoseok dressed in the grey suit with his hair slicked back and his face made up. By now, they have the process down to a science; Hoseok hardly has a chance to get comfortable in the makeup chair. 
They opt not to pair the outfit with jewelry, but Hoseok wears black and white sneakers that he is not a fan of for this type of outfit. This look is currently all the rage with these high-end brands, and does not understand why.
"I'll let Yoongichi know we're ready for him," Seokjin says as he leaves the room, and Hoseok gives a thumbs-up.
"Wow, so Seokjin-hyung is your agent?" Namjoon asks. 
Hoseok swivels around in his tall, black chair and smiles widely. "Yeah! I'm excited. He seems very knowledgeable and dedicated, and he doesn't want to take all my earnings."
"Of course, he doesn't," Namjoon chuckles. "The co-founder of M Magazine undoubtedly makes a pretty penny."
"Co-founder?" Hoseok asks, shocked. "Yoongi only mentioned he was previously an agent and then shifted gears to work as his assistant goon."
Namjoon shrugs. "Seokjin-hyung has always done a little of everything, with the exception of photography. He has an eye for beauty and design, but prefers the more tedious duties that come with being an assistant. I think he likes being useful. And he tends to feign modesty, which is why nobody refers to him as the co-founder."
That checks out, and Hoseok nods. "Well, I am glad I have a use for him. Gotta get to stardom somehow!"
"Trust me," Namjoon says, leaning close. "You will."
Hoseok visibly swoons, causing Namjoon to lean away with regret painted on his face. "You're the sweetest, Joon Baboon!"
A deep, impassive voice cuts through the joy, with one simple word.
"Ready?"
Hoseok turns to find Yoongi standing in the doorway dressed in a white blazer unbuttoned over a white dress shirt, with matching white shorts, tall black socks, and black loafers. His hair is slicked back, combed behind his ears, there is a pair of black glasses tucked into the neck of his shirt, and he wears a scowl on his pretty face. His trusty camera is in his hand, strap wrapped around his wrist, and his eyebrows are raised high with impatience. 
"Sure thing," Hoseok says flatly, mood instantly killed. 
He slides from his chair and follows Yoongi out, into the studio, to the corner where he prefers to shoot, near the bottom of the steps that lead up to his office.
There is nothing for Hoseok to pose on or near, so he just stands against the dark backdrop, angling his body and elongating his neck and limbs. Yoongi shoots quickly, stepping back and moving forward, eye glued to the viewfinder. 
When he finally does glance over the camera, it is to say, "Give me a little movement, like a twirl but with one foot kicking outward."
Hoseok does some twirls and kicks, accentuating the loose cut of the slacks and doing his best to embody fluidity. He feels as if these shots will be magnificent, and he waits for Yoongi to crack a smile and tell him he is doing well. 
But instead, Yoongi drops his hands to his sides and says, "That's good," then he lifts his camera high enough to begin sifting through the photos. 
On the breast of Yoongi's jacket is a pretty white flower that stands out in the bright glow of the box lights, and Hoseok curses himself for wanting to rub his palms across it, heavy-blinking to avert his eyes.
"New outfit?" Hoseok asks. 
Yoongi shrugs. "If you have time for more, sure."
"If I have time?" Hoseok bites back. "I've barely been here for an hour."
Yoongi continues to flip through photos, making Hoseok wonder if he heard him at all. Then he says, "Yeah, whatever your agent wants," and walks off. 
"What the fuck," Hoseok mutters under his breath as he turns and stomps back toward the makeup room. This behavior has him wishing he would have stepped on Yoongi's balls a little harder at the sushi restaurant. 
Seokjin already has outfits laid out when Hoseok returns, and he is changed into more casual wear, sporting an array of hoodies, cardigans, and handbags. Yoongi is just as standoffish, giving Hoseok almost nothing to work with, but he continues to change shirts and pose, doing his best. 
And then, suddenly, Yoongi's phone rings loud and shrill, making everyone but himself flinch. He sighs and stops what he is doing, muttering, "One moment, sorry."
Yoongi's phone is typically always on vibrate while at work, and he absolutely never drops everything to answer the call. How uncouth, Hoseok thinks, standing under the warm lights with his hands on his hips while Yoongi walks several paces away, talking lowly into his phone.
As soon as he returns, Yoongi mutters, "Something has come up, but it seems like we shot everything we need. Thanks for everything. Great job today." He only spares Hoseok a quick glance, and then he turns to walk up the stairs to his office. 
Hoseok sighs, nods to himself, and begins back toward the makeup room. From the corner of his eye, he watches as Seori rushes in through the front doors of the building, dressed in a light pink hoodie and sweatpants and looking frazzled. She makes a beeline for the steps and runs to the top, where she quickly knocks but does not bother to wait before walking into Yoongi's office and closing the door behind her. 
The feeling that swirls in Hoseok's tummy is envy mixed with something else – something even more bitter. Something numbing. He can't quite put his thumb on it, but he chooses not to dwell on it. 
Until he enters the makeup room with a heavy sigh, and – upon realizing only Namjoon is present – begins to crumble emotionally. Despite feeling the desire to cry, tears only prickle gently around the edges of his lids but never fully gather. More than anything, he just feels defeated.
"I didn't follow your advice, okay," he admits, taking Namjoon somewhat by surprise as he throws himself on the makeup chair. "I should go home. I need to clear my head. I feel so—"
"What happened?" Namjoon asks kindly, approaching with his arms loosely crossed over his chest. 
"You warned me about that man, and I listened! I really did! But my heart and my body did not, and now I feel like I am a marionette hanging from strings eager for a master. But rather than tug on my strings and make me dance, he just fucking leaves me hanging."
"That's…a beautifully pathetic analogy," Namjoon mutters, dimples on display. 
Hoseok attempts to swat at the handsome man, but Namjoon simply leans slightly back, avoiding his fingertips. 
"I don't even care about being in a relationship with him," Hoseok mutters somewhat under his breath. "Like, I'm foolish, but I'm not that stupid. I just…ugh! He…ugh!"
Namjoon chuckles and shakes his head. It is not the laugh of a man who wants Hoseok to feel foolish, but one of a man who has likely had this conversation this time and time again.
"He charms in his own way," Namjoon says. "And then he puts up a wall when he thinks he is getting close to someone. It's like he's terrified of just allowing himself to open up to people."
"Why?" Hoseok sighs.
Namjoon shrugs. "No idea. There's no shocking character reveal or tragic backstory, you know? Yeah, his parents are wealthy and they don't hover, but they are kind and supportive. His relationship with his brother is casual and positive. Aside from his playboy tendencies, he is a great person to work with, and a great person to work for. No gambling problems, no drinking problems, no sordid past. He just…doesn't like to commit to anyone."
Another sigh pours from Hoseok's mouth, this one drawn out with a groan. He drops his head back dramatically, feeling extra annoyed – exorbitantly annoyed. 
Hoseok finds nothing inherently wrong with having commitment issues or with preferring to sleep around without strings attached. He and his friend group have always been pretty loose with hooking up, and it has never caused drama because they all know where they stand with one another. 
But it is frustrating that the result is a lack of empathy and poor communication. Hoseok is fine with being someone's piece of ass on the down low, but he needs to know where he stands. And it annoys Hoseok that, rather than finding a reason to hate Yoongi and make the idea of backing away from him feel easier, he really sympathizes with the guy. 
Hoseok laughs to himself, despite feeling little joy. "If he wanted to just fuck around, I wouldn't even object. And I have been rather forward with suggesting I am open to it, but he just clams up and doesn't say anything."
"Mmhmm," Namjoon grumbles in a tone that suggests he knows this all too well.
"Whatever," Hoseok sighs. "We did well today, and although he was the opposite of helpful or encouraging, I feel good about the shoots. So I suppose I could call it a day."
Namjoon nods and seems to glance at the time on his phone. "Seokjin left during the last shoot – said he had some important business to deal with – but he asked me to tell you that you are amazing, and doing great, and that he looks forward to going over the photos with you and Yoongi. He also says to take some time off and he will contact you with a schedule some time this week."
This time, the sigh that Hoseok lets out is one of relief. Relief to have an agent who is receptive and feels positively about the work they are doing. Relief to have some time off to relax, pamper himself, and get some fucking space from Yoongi. 
He changes back into his black tank top, silk hanbok top, shorts, and loafers. With his arms hanging open, he convinces Namjoon to lean in for a semi-awkward hug, and thanks him for all his hard work. Then he opens that door with a fortifying breath and sets out toward the front doors, eager to get home and unwind. 
The studio is quiet, with only one photographer and model on set in the far left corner. Hoseok does not even look their way, eager to reach the sliding glass doors. And he almost does, before he hears a familiar voice call for him.
"Jung Hoseok-ssi."
Hoseok physically recoils from the sound, closing his eyes to take a deep, annoyed breath. He was so close to making it outside – just a couple more feet from freedom. 
With a plastered smile, Hoseok spins, asking, "Yes, boss?" as he searches for the source of the voice. 
Yoongi stands at the top of the stairs, arms straight down at his sides. He asks, "Do you have a moment?" 
Hoseok nods and makes his way through the large studio space, heart betraying him in a frantic dance the closer he gets. He wonders if there will be any visible trace of Seori on Yoongi's skin or any lingering scent of perfume. 
With each footfall up to Yoongi's office, Hoseok feels his body undergo more and more duress. His legs and hands tremble, his palms begin to prickle, his breathing feels labored. Yoongi turns and enters his office as Hoseok gets close, and once he reaches the top, he takes a fortifying inhale. 
"Yes?" Hoseok asks, attempting to come off as impassively as possible.
"Close the door, please," Yoongi says, making his way toward his desk.
Hoseok closes the door and gives himself a second to collect his composure before turning toward Yoongi and approaching. He expects to find Yoongi sitting at his chair, but instead, he is on the corner of his desk, half-sitting with one foot suspended somewhat, and his arms crossed over his chest.
"I owe you an apology," Yoongi says. His hair is all in place, and there is no sign on his clothing or skin that might suggest anything transpired with Seori. 
Still, Hoseok scoffs, nods, and says, "Yeah, you do." 
"I understand that sometimes my behavior can be a bit…" Yoongi takes a moment to choose his words, and Hoseok opts to fill in the blank for him. 
"Confusing. Frustrating. Demeaning."
"Distant," Yoongi provides.
"Distant," Hoseok parrots with a humorless chuckle. "Sure, yeah, that's certainly one way to put it."
There is sincerity in his rich tone as Yoongi drops his arms to his sides and says, "I'm sorry." 
"You could have at least sent a reassuring text message. Or even an apology. Any kind of communication at all."
"My distracted state the other night was nothing personal, but I should have given you a heads up that I had a lot on my plate."
"The other night, all weekend, all day," Hoseok corrects, allowing himself to feel the full range of his anger. "Not one word. You gave me nothing."
Yoongi sighs and slowly stands, remaining leaned against his desk. 
"And, look, I don't feel like you owe me an explanation," Hoseok says, eager to make his desires clear. "But a simple heads up would be nice. I know that you and I are not an item, and I don't care that we aren't – that's not my goal with you. But don't let me play footsie with your cock under the table and tease me with promises of a kiss, but then give me the cold shoulder."
Something in Yoongi's gaze shifts – darkens. His lips part, and his stance relaxes. 
"So what is it that you want?" Yoongi asks.
"Truthfully?" Hoseok says, and Yoongi nods. "More than anything, I want a healthy work relationship. I want to excel in my field and become a supermodel, and I know that you and your team have the means to do that for me."
Yoongi nods, cracking a smile, filling Hoseok with pride and encouraging him to continue voicing his desires. "I also want to lay you out on your big, expensive desk, and fuck your brains out."
Yoongi's lips part wide in a gasp. It is subtle the way blush rises to his pretty cheeks, but even in the dim light of his office, Hoseok can make out a shift in hue.
"I'm not interested in having strings attached," Yoongi says with the lift of an eyebrow as if in warning. 
"No shit," Hoseok scoffs, holding firm, challenging eye contact. 
They stare at each other unmoving for only a few seconds, but those seconds drag on, thickening the air with rich, palpable tension. Hoseok slowly breathes in through his nose, allowing himself to dwell on the familiar musky and floral notes that cling to the air and drive him wild. 
"Come here," Yoongi commands softly, nearly a whisper. 
As if tugged by some invisible force, Hoseok stumbles forward automatically. Yoongi's thighs spread, allowing Hoseok to get nice and close, standing taller than usual with Yoongi's hips bending slightly. 
Hoseok sets his handbag down on the desk and looms, drinking in the heat exchanged between them. Whereas Yoongi had the upper hand last time – pulling Hoseok near, slotting their lips together, and pressing him into the wall – this time, Hoseok intends on giving him zero control. 
"Tell me what you want from me," Hoseok says, placing his hands on the edges of the desk and leaning close enough to smell the sweetness of Yoongi's breath. 
Yoongi's eyes fall to Hoseok's lips, and he very subtly smiles, saying, "I still owe you a kiss."
"You want to kiss me?"
Yoongi's lips twitch faintly. "Yes."
"Is that all?" Hoseok asks, tilting his head to the side as if giving into the command but keeping the miniscule distance between them. 
"I want you, Hoseok." Yoongi's rich timbre is as deep and alluring as the ocean, and undoubtedly posing just as big of a threat. "Physically…in any way you will allow me to have you…I want you."
"If I let you have me," Hoseok says softly, annunciating every syllable with purpose, "I need at least a little communication. No fucking around with my feelings. Even without strings attached, I still have feelings, Yoongi."
Hoseok drops honorifics, wondering if Yoongi will care, and Yoongi just nods, eyes pleading. He seems genuine, but he has also seemed genuine in the past. 
Still, Hoseok cannot hold back any longer. He rolls his hips forward, connecting their bodies before he connects their lips, breathing in the slight gasp that tumbles from Yoongi's mouth into his the moment their lips touch. 
Yoongi sighs into the kiss, but Hoseok has no intention of going easy on him. He rolls his hips again, forcing Yoongi's thighs to spread further as he licks over his pretty lips and darts his tongue inside the small opening. 
It comes as somewhat of a surprise the way Yoongi seems to melt and become pliant, hands still gripping the desk and giving Hoseok access to do as he pleases, moaning softly but unabashedly. Hoseok lifts a hand and cards it roughly into Yoongi's product-slickened hair, taking no care to prevent the strands from tugging before grabbing a handful. 
With a gasp and a whimper, Yoongi's mouth falls further open, and Hoseok licks inside, darting his tongue around to taste and tease. He hums whenever their lips enclose one another, only for Yoongi to moan each time Hoseok forces him to open wide again.
Finally, Yoongi lifts his hands and grips Hoseok's hips, digging his fingertips and pulling him close. Hoseok rolls his hips again, picking up a slow but firm rhythm, connecting their clothed cocks somewhat haphazardly but with a promise to Yoongi of what could be his. 
"Hoseok," Yoongi gasps against his lips, causing them to tug into a smile.
"Yes, pretty Yoongi?"
"Please," he rasps, fingertips digging with more purpose, pulling Hoseok's hips close. 
"Please, what?"
With a needy sigh, Yoongi tips his head back as if gasping for air. His lips are kiss-slick, and Hoseok sucks the bottom one between his teeth, only releasing when Yoongi whimpers a high, broken sound. 
"What is it, Yoongi?" Hoseok asks firmly, rubbing the tips of their noses together. 
Yoongi heavy-blinks as if struggling to gather his thoughts. He lets out a breathy chuckle, and Hoseok wonders if it is some kind of nervous tick. 
"I don't know," he mutters, eyes searching Hoseok's face. "I want more, but I'm not sure how we should proceed."
There is a shred of vulnerability in Yoongi's expression, laced in Yoongi's voice, that Hoseok so desperately wants to exploit. 
He nibbles on his own bottom lip, backing up only enough to fully take in Yoongis's face. He wonders if it would be more exquisite to use his mouth to make Yoongi fall apart or have the other on his knees for him. 
"I have an idea," Hoseok offers, cocking his head to the side before lowering to a nearby brown leather armchair.
Yoongi watches as Hoseok settles and scoots the heavy chair closer, leaning forward to press his palms against Yoongi's hips through the semi-soft, white wool of his trouser shorts. Yoongi's lidded gaze darkens, and he reaches slowly to graze the backs of his knuckles along Hoseok's cheek before pressing his thumb against Hoseok's bottom lip and dragging it down. 
"Hoseok," Yoongi groans, taking a step forward to properly tower over him. "You have no idea how many times I have dreamed of having you like this."
Hoseok grins, nibbles on the tip of Yoongi's thumb, and opens his mouth to fully suck the digit between his lips when there is a loud knock on the door, followed by the handle rattling. 
Panic rises, and Hoseok sits tall in the leather chair before instinctively slumping back. He is able to use his feet to push it back a little, putting space between himself and the desk.
Yoongi is quick to take a step back, cross one leg over the other, and fold his arms over his chest. He leans against his desk a stoic statue of a man, with his erection hidden nicely by the way he stands. Although there are subtle signs of Yoongi's lips having just been used, and his hair is somewhat out of place on one side, his expression is flat and gives absolutely nothing away.
In hindsight, Hoseok probably should have locked the door. 
"Yoongi-ah," a breathy female voice calls, "I know you said our conversation was over, but I'm here to— oh."
Hoseok turns to find Seori standing with her arm outstretched, holding the office door wide open. She wears a red satin robe that falls just above her knees, and her nipples stand out beneath the thin fabric. 
"Oh!" she says again, eyes darting between Yoongi and Hoseok. "I'm so— I'm sorry. I had no idea you were busy."
"What do you want?" Yoongi asks, running a hand over the hair that had come untucked behind his ear, flattening it somewhat. 
Hoseok focuses his attention on his boss, impressed by how measured and blank Yoongi can become in an instant. Absolutely nothing gives away the heated exchange they shared only moments earlier, nor any hint of interest in the model. 
"Can I, uh…talk to you?" Seori asks. 
Yoongi gives a curt nod and steps away from the desk, arms falling limply at his sides. And despite the hushed way in which Seori speaks on the other end of the room, the sound travels just enough for Hoseok to detect. 
"Please, I just want—"
"I told you, we're finished. Please accept that."
"But Yoongi, I—"
Yoongi speaks low and soft, but loud enough that Hoseok questions whether he wants to be overheard. "Please don't ruin your career over a brief tryst. You are a fine model, and I would hate to lose you because you cannot take no for an answer."
Whatever the woman says next is too pitchy and distraught for Hoseok to make out. He feels awkward eavesdropping now, cursing himself once more for not locking the door. Yoongi's voice drops to an octave that is undetectable at this distance, and soon the office door is clicking shut. 
An exasperated sigh pulls Hoseok's attention, and he turns to find Yoongi standing with his face tipped to the ceiling, taking a deep breath. Really, Yoongi has no one to blame but himself for this mess, yet Hoseok finds he feels for the man. 
"Wanna get out of here?" he offers. 
Yoongi snaps his gaze to Hoseok, instantly relaxing. Hoseok stands from the chair and fully faces Yoongi, but does not approach, watching as the man studies his face, seeming to weigh his options. 
Then he nods and says, "Yeah. Let's go."
Hoseok smooths his hands down his shorts and gathers his handbag while Yoongi quickly crosses the room and shuts off his monitor. He does not touch Hoseok as they leave, and Hoseok gives him space to lock up and walk down the steps toward the exit. 
Across the room, Seori is on the phone, and she seems distressed. Hoseok glances at Yoongi, watching whether or not the man seems concerned, unsurprised when he does not. As they approach the door, within earshot of the model, Yoongi turns to Hoseok, expression as flat as can be, and begins to talk shop.
"So, as I said," he mutters just loud enough to be overheard, "once we have the greenlight from Dior, Seokjin and I will sit down with you to discuss what the next steps are. There is talk of another brand scouting you, but I think Seokjin should be the one to deliver the good news."
By the time Yoongi finishes his sentence, they are outside. The air is far cooler now that the sun is beginning to set, and Hoseok's shoulders rise instinctively as he shivers through an exhale. He wonders if what Yoongi just said about another brand scouting him is really true, or just something he made up on the fly.
Yoongi walks to the left, where his vehicle is parked on the curb, and Hoseok follows suit, slipping into the passenger seat as soon as the door is unlocked and making haste to buckle his seatbelt. No words are exchanged as Yoongi presses the ignition start button and drives off, and Hoseok sits back in the cool leather seat, accepting his fate. 
Despite his attempts at fortifying his heart, Hoseok acknowledges that a small part of him does wonder what it would be like to be the only object of Yoongi's affection. Beyond his money and status in the industry, he imagines what it would be like to receive consistent, uninhibited attention from a man like Yoongi. 
The ride remains silent until Yoongi pulls up to the curb outside his apartment, puts the car into park, and sits back with a heavy exhale. 
"Seok," he grumbles, pulling Hoseok's attention. He likes that the nickname has returned, and he does his best to ignore the way goosebumps break out over his skin. "Out of an abundance of transparency, I just want to state that I am not currently, uh, seeing anyone else."
Hoseok has no idea what to say, so instead he stares. Despite Yoongi's innate ability to keep his expressions measured and cool, there are small tells that give away his nervousness, like the way he slightly darts his tongue across his bottom lip, and how his eyes seem to focus in and out while he thinks. 
"Seori may seem like a current and constant nuisance, but she and I only hooked up once, months ago. I don't want to reduce her worth by calling it a drunken mistake, but that genuinely is all that the experience was. And, well, I don't want to point any blame, but it seems that your presence in the studio has caused her to ramp up her attempts at repeating what we did." 
Yoongi sighs, screwing up his face as if he is pained as he says, "The other day, when I was on my phone during the contract signing, I was attempting to assuage her anger with me giving you the cover, as well as inside ads."
"You were text-fighting with her all evening?" Hoseok asks with more of an edge to his voice than he intended, because, truth be told, he is a bit angry that Yoongi felt he couldn't just say something. 
"My reputation is somewhat exaggerated. I do not come onto every model I hire, but because I am not one to get caught in a dating scandal, rumors fly in favor of me appearing to be a fuckboy. I do occasionally give in to desire, and I am sure your friend Jeongguk has a story of his own…but it is never my intention to use people up and toss them aside."
"He told me the two of you were hooking up until Seori showed up and you dropped him like a sweet potato."
"So you alluded to, the other night." The edges of Yoongi's lips raise for the splittest of seconds, and then he sighs once more. "That was bad timing, at best. Jeongguk was fun to spend time with, but he was clingy and seemed to want a relationship, which I was not willing to provide."
"Clingy," Hoseok mutters, chuckling at the end of the word. 
"I don't necessarily mean it in a bad way."
Hoseok tongues the inside of his mouth, voice low as he says, "Well, he seems pretty hurt."
"It's not like I dropped Jeongguk abruptly. We spoke about it on several occasions, but I admit, he was a hard one to let go of. We had fun."
With a slow, heavy exhale, Hoseok mutters, "Alright, well…I'm still annoyed with you for ignoring me all night, and all weekend, and... You could have at least clued me in a little."
"I shouldn't be telling you this," Yoongi drops his voice lower, "but Seori was attempting to blackmail me. She thought threats of defamation would put me in her palm, and although I have immaculate legal counsel, the whole thing put me in a sour headspace. You are right that I should have said something to you."
Hoseok hums, taking the information in, unsure what to say. 
"I tell you all of this because I was thinking about the other night, at the sushi restaurant, just before your shoe happened to be tucked tight between my legs. You were asking whether I was kissing and spoiling any other models."
A shiver runs along Hoseok's spine at the memory, and he watches Yoongi's lips as he says, "I'm only spoiling you."
Hoseok wants to believe him. He thinks he really does believe him. But he is still determined to only give so much, and not allow himself to get too swept up in whatever Yoongi is trying to do. 
If Yoongi is so eager to insist they are exclusive, where does the line draw between fucking and dating? It is no wonder Jeongguk seemed to misunderstand their arrangement, and Hoseok worries he will end up in the same position.
"Okay," is all Hoseok says because his heart whooshes so loudly in his ears that it is hard to form a more coherent thought. 
"Seok," Yoongi mutters, formed like a question, "what's on your mind?"
"I want to go upstairs," Hoseok says somewhat robotically, eyes lingering on Yoongi's lips.
He watches as the tip of Yoongi's tongue darts out and wets his bottom lip, and he fights the overwhelming urge to lean forward and suck it between his teeth. 
"Alright," Yoongi says. "Let's go upstairs."
Hoseok forgets he is wearing a seatbelt as he reaches for the handle and attempts to get out of the vehicle, finding himself momentarily trapped and flustered. Once he is finally free, he joins Yoongi on the sidewalk, attempting to be as calm as possible as they make their way through the lobby to the elevator. 
Hoseok remembers Jeongguk saying Yoongi bent him over the couch in his studio, causing his stomach to tie in knots. He is not eager to have a repeated experience that his friend had. 
Thankfully, Yoongi seems to have other plans. He holds his key to the pad in the elevator and hits the number five. Hoseok stares at the round button glowing with a golden ring. 
He wonders how the apartment level differs from the studio level. How does Yoongi furnish his home? What kind of vibe is he into?
As the elevator dings, Hoseok sucks in a breath. He grips onto the straps of his handbag while the doors slide open, and Yoongi walks into the small hallway first, kicking out of his loafers and leaving them near tidy rows of shoes. Hoseok does the same and sets his handbag by his shoes while Yoongi enters the code to the door into the keypad.
For some inexplicable reason, the beeping sounds from the keypad seem louder than usual. Hoseok swallows thickly and licks his lips as Yoongi opens the door, switches on a dim overhead light, and shuffles into his home.
Hoseok is not at all surprised to find that everything is black and grey. The floors, the rugs, the walls, the furniture, are all black, with grey curtains and silver accents that add hints of lightness. 
The entire far wall is a window, allowing a gradient of light to pour in from the setting sun, and hanging from the high ceilings are rectangular light fixtures, from which dim golden light glows, illuminating the space nicely. 
From the marble floors, to the plush rugs and matte-finished woods, the textures are so rich and varied that everything appears to be its own shade of black, especially with the golden glow of the overhead lights. Plush, soft couches make a large u-shape in front of the massive window, and sprawled over black tables and shelves are books, various camera equipment, and file folders.
"Wow, so bright and colorful," Hoseok chides as Yoongi leads him to the right, toward the large open kitchen – the same placement as in the studio downstairs. 
"What can I say, I'm a man of simple tastes," Yoongi drawls over his shoulder. "Water?" he asks, tugging open the door of a massive black refrigerator. "Soju? Whiskey? Beer?"
Yoongi looks over his shoulder, illuminated by the bright white glow of his fridge. He has given Hoseok too many options, and he finds he cannot choose. 
"Water is fine," he mutters when Yoongi impatiently lifts his eyebrows. "Unless you want a little something to take the edge off."
Hoseok feels nervous – why does he feel nervous? His hands fidget in the wide sleeves of his hanbok top, and he finds his gaze wandering around the apartment, unable to stay in one place. Perhaps it is the conversation in the car that has caused the excitement from earlier to shift into nervous energy.
"I don't have an edge to take off," Yoongi responds. "Do you have an edge?" 
This kitchen is not as barren as the one in the studio. Yoongi appears to have every appliance known to man, all neatly in place along countertops and storage shelves. This place actually appears lived in and cared for, and Hoseok finds the enveloping darkness surprisingly calming. 
"No," he lies, realizing he had been stuck in his head. "No edge."
Yoongi chuckles and closes the fridge empty-handed, then he moves to the right, to where cabinets sit tall above a large sink, and he produces two shot glasses and a large glass. As he turns on the sink and switches on a filter that is attached to the faucet, he glances over his shoulder and nods to a nearby cabinet, saying, "You seem to have a slight edge. Pick your poison and we'll do a shot to loosen up."
To the right of the sink, above the countertop, is a cabinet with a glass window showcasing several bottles of whiskey. Hoseok finds a Japanese one with an inviting white and black label and pulls it out while Yoongi shuts off the sink and sets down a tall glass of water. 
"Nice pick," Yoongi says as he reaches for the bottle, uncorks the top, and pours two shots. 
Hoseok inches nice and close – close enough to smell the cologne Yoongi wears – and reaches for one of the shots. They clink the glasses together softly and shoot the liquid back, and although it is rich and smooth, the strength makes Hoseok wince, which in turn makes Yoongi chuckle.  
"It's good," Hoseok insists, feeling somewhat embarrassed despite having no reason to be. "Just strong."
"One more?" Yoongi asks, leaning close. "Or is your edge softened?"
"One more," Hoseok responds, tipping his chin upward in a challenge. "I wanna taste it on your tongue."
Yoongi snickers then pours two more shots, which they quickly drink back, and this time, Hoseok does not react as strongly to the earthy, semi-sweet flavor. This time, he picks up hints of caramel and enjoys the way it settles over him like a warm hug. 
Ordinarily, two shots are hardly enough to make Hoseok feel anything but warm and energized. But he only ate breakfast today, a realization that makes him feel somewhat foolish, all things considered, and the whiskey has a bit of an effect on him.
Hoseok feels light around the edges. Fuzzy tendrils of frenetic energy erupt from him like tiny solar flares ignited by Japanese whiskey and Yoongi's proximity. He places his hands against Yoongi's hips and turns him until his ass is against the counter, then he slides his hands to rest against the countertop, caging Yoongi in like he had in his office. 
"Kiss me," he whispers, elated as Yoongi obeys immediately, leaning close to lick over Hoseok's lips and then part his own.
Hoseok sucks Yoongi's bottom lip into his mouth, smiling as he whimpers. He licks over Yoongi's tongue, tasting remnants of heady caramel and something far sweeter and more personal. As if driven mad by the flavor, leans his body against Yoongi's to rut his hips forward. 
"Bed," Yoongi mutters against Hoseok, to which Hoseok nods without disconnecting their lips. He is not ready to stop tasting Yoongi just yet. He wants to commit the flavor to memory. 
Yoongi's hands find Hoseok's hips and grip tightly, working to both spur him on and calm him down. Hoseok parts the kiss with a heavy sigh and nods once more, resting his forehead against Yoongi's and allowing himself to return to earth. 
Then he reaches for the cold glass of tap water and takes a long, slow gulp, hips still pressed against Yoongi with a slight twist to them. He drinks half of the glass down then holds it for Yoongi to have, and takes a step back to give both of them a little space. 
Yoongi drinks then sets the glass aside, takes Hoseok's hand, and leads him through the apartment, past the large glass wall through which the sun sets into an inviting greyish blue with pink hues. The door straight ahead is open – the same place the door to Yoongi's studio can be found on the floor below – and Yoongi walks in and flips a switch that invites a soft purple glow.
Similar to the rest of the house, everything is shades of black, save for the bedding, curtains, and rugs which are forest green. Two of the walls are made of glass, allowing the light from the setting sun to pour in through sheer dark green curtains, and there is dark furniture throughout, but Hoseok's attention is on the bed – a wide mattress on a low black platform that is lifted inches from the floor, under which a purple light glows. 
"You can change the color if you'd like," Yoongi offers, speaking directly into Hoseok's ear and fanning warm breath against his cheek. 
Hoseok tugs Yoongi's hand toward the bed and says, "I bet purple would look nice against your skin," as they stop and face each other. 
Hoseok begins to yank open Yoongi's white blazer, which absorbs the light into a pretty lilac shade, and Yoongi chuckles and takes over, very delicately removing the item and handing it to Hoseok. 
"Leave it there," he instructs with a nod of his chin, and Hoseok turns to find a small armchair nearby, to the right of the bed, over which a black blazer rests. He drapes the new blazer beside the other and turns back to find Yoongi unbuttoning and untucking his white dress shirt. 
With each inch of skin that Yoongi reveals, Hoseok feels his heart begin to race. He shrugs quickly from his hanbok top, tossing it in a heap onto the armchair, then yanks his tank top over his head and chucks it aside.
When his fingers reach the button of his shorts, Yoongi's large, knobby fingers stop his movements, pulling his hands away. Hoseok looks up from his interrupted task to find Yoongi shirtless and sinking to his knees. 
"Let me do it," he insists.
Hoseok nods and swallows thickly, watching as Yoongi's knees are engulfed by a soft, dark green shag rug. Yoongi rubs his hands up Hoseok's thighs, causing a warmth to simmer in the pit of his tummy, and he breathes deep and slow, doing his best to maintain his composure. 
As Yoongi yanks at Hoseok's shorts, pulling them past his knees, he sits high and wafts his breath against his black briefs, warm then cool on his growing erection. With his gaze directed at Hoseok's eyes, Yoongi nudges his nose and lips against him, taking deep breaths as if savoring his musk, and Hoseok reaches one hand to grip Yoongi's product-slick hair and give his head a rough tug. 
Yoongi whimpers, and the sight of him on his knees, submissive and making such pretty sounds kicks Hoseok's need to tame him into overdrive. Yoongi reaches for Hoseok's waistband, but Hoseok shakes his head and says, "Hands at your sides."
With a gasp, Yoongi's eyes widen – pretty and endless depths of inviting brown. Hoseok tongues the inside of his cheek and grips Yoongi's hair a little rougher. 
"You have to earn it."
"Earn it?" Yoongi responds almost sardonically, and Hoseok yanks at his head just enough to make him whimper and sigh. 
"You heard me. Earn it."
"Please?" Yoongi tries, batting his long, dark lashes like a pretty little doll. 
"Please, what?"
"Please let me taste you."
"Only good boys get to suck my cock, pretty Yoongi," Hoseok responds in a mocking tone. Yoongi's pupils react to his words, and Hoseok snickers. "Are you going to be a good boy for me?"
"Yes, Seok," Yoongi practically moans. "I'll be a good boy for you."
"Not just tonight," Hoseok says, tipping his head to the side and peering down at Yoongi with squinted eyes. "You're going to be good to me for as long as we do whatever it is that we are doing. No more miscommunications. No more half-truths."
"I'll be good for you," Yoongi insists, eyes wide and pleading. 
"You're still my boss, so we will have to navigate that dynamic one day at a time," Hoseok continues, reaching his other hand to drag his thumb along Yoongi's bottom lip the way Yoongi did to him in his office. "As long as we are not at work, we are equals, and you will treat me as such."
"Yes, Seok," Yoongi mutters. 
Hoseok gives his hair a tug and grits, "Louder," through his teeth.
"I'll be good to you, Seok," Yoongi's voice switches from coy desperation to firm insistence, deepening as he says, "Please let me be so good to you."
Hoseok's head spins. He nods and releases Yoongi's hair, then drops his arms to his sides and says, "One thing I like about you is your quick wit and sharp tongue…and I'm sure that is not the extent of what that pretty mouth can do."
Yoongi grins, then lifts his hands to paw over Hoseok's cock and grab for his waistband. Arousal soars through Hoseok – lava in his veins – and he does his best to keep his composure, whimpering softly while he holds firm eye contact with Yoongi.
That is, until he pulls Hoseok's briefs down, and Yoongi's gaze falls to his freed cock. His eyes widen, and he licks his lips as he sits high on his knees and shuffles a little closer. With slow strokes, Yoongi makes Hoseok dizzy, dragging against his foreskin before pushing it down, revealing a flushed head and length. 
With a delicate flick of his bubblegum tongue, Yoongi laps up the precum that drips from Hoseok's tip, sending a shiver down his spine. Yoongi drags his lips over the tip and crown, gaze intently returning to Hoseok, teasing with feather-light touches. 
Hoseok smirks down at the man – eager to knock him off his pedestal a little – and asks, "How many other pretty models have you dropped to your knees so easily for?"
Yoongi's eyes widen, burning with something Hoseok struggles to discern, and a scoff comes from between his lips. He seems incensed but so terribly aroused. Hoseok grins. 
"That's what I thought," Hoseok grumbles bending as he grips Yoongi by the chin and tugs enough to make him sit even higher. He feels powerful and possessive. "This is all for me. Now, open." 
As soon as Yoongi's lips part, Hoseok spits into his mouth. Yoongi's eyes widen further, and he keeps his mouth open as if he is waiting for instruction. His submissive side has Hoseok simmering with desire. 
"You're so perfect, Yoongi," Hoseok praises just above a whisper. "So fucking perfect. Now put those pretty lips to good use."
Yoongi nods once – a shallow, quick movement – then wastes no time taking Hoseok's length deep into his throat. Hoseok feels Yoongi swallow and possibly begin to gag, but he is slow with the way he pulls back and sinks down, sucking with his lips tight around the tip each time, eliciting bursting waves of pleasure. 
"Fuck, Yoongi," Hoseok groans, reaching to grip his hair with his right hand. He cannot believe this is finally happening. "Your mouth feels amazing."
Yoongi hums and moans, increasing his speed but never seeming rushed, and Hoseok's head spins as his arousal builds and builds. It has been far too fucking long since he has had someone so pretty down on their knees, and the sight alone of Yoongi's doll lips wrapped around him while tears pool around his delicate, long eyelashes builds his pleasure too fast. 
"I won't last long," he whimpers. "Feels too good."
As if spurred on to push Hoseok over the edge, Yoongi swallows his cock deeper, holding it lodged in his throat until his face begins to redden and his eyes bulge. The sensation is exquisite, especially as Yoongi pulls back, mouth full of thick saliva, making the slide smooth as silk. 
And again, Yoongi sinks down as deep as he can and holds Hoseok there, gaze trained upward despite the way his eyelashes flicker. Hoseok reaches with his free hand and gives Yoongi's cheek a delicate slap, then lower to cradle Yoongi's throat and feel himself buried deep from the outside. 
"Holy fuck," he babbles, nodding. "Fuck, you drive me crazy, Yoongi. Such a good boy, perfect, perfect."
This time, when Yoongi pulls back, saliva pours from between his lips, and he uses both hands to stroke along Hoseok's length while he bobs his tightened lips just past the head, laving with his tongue. 
Hoseok is overstimulated in a way he has never experienced from a blowjob, and his resolve crumbles in an instant. 
"Gonna cum, fuck," Hoseok warns. "Can I cum in your mouth?"
Yoongi heavy-blinks and attempts to nod, lips and hands still working Hoseok over. Hoseok's entire body feels hot – set alight, threatening to combust. 
"Fuck, fuck," Hoseok whimpers, trembling from pleasure that teeters just on the edge of insanity. 
Yoongi stills his head, holding his mouth open and tongue flat while stroking Hoseok with both hands. The tip of his cock drags along Yoongi's pretty tongue, and with one more measured stroke, Hoseok releases, moaning and gasping, practically folding in half as his cum spurts in long ropes, painting Yoongi white. 
Although the strokes slow, they do not stop. Yoongi's large, soft hands milk him of every last drop until Hoseok is gripping Yoongi's shoulders and he is begging him to have mercy. 
"Fuck, Yoongi," he gasps, lowering to his knees, no longer able to hold himself up.
Yoongi's tongue continues to lay flat, cum and drool dripping down his chin, and Hoseok sits high and spits once more into his mouth before commanding him to, "Swallow."
Hoseok watches intently as Yoongi closes his lips and swallows his cum, then his hands are on him, lazily gripping at his throat and neck. He feels drunk with power and desire – feels ready to allow the blaze inside him to swallow both of them whole. 
"On the bed," Hoseok commands.
Yoongi's face is flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat, his once-style hair is fucked up and sticking out on the sides, and his lips are pretty kiss-swollen petals. He breathes slow and deep as he nods, eyelashes fluttering as if he too is coming down from a high. 
Rather than stand, Yoongi turns haphazardly on his knees, gets onto his hands, and crawls. His white trouser shorts hug his plump round ass, swaying with each movement like a beacon of pleasure, and Hoseok crawls behind him, eyes never leaving his prize until they must – until Yoongi climbs up the platform bed and turns, sitting with his feet planted on the floor. 
Hoseok crawls to Yoongi's shins, then sits high on his knees and uses his palms to spread his thighs. He licks his lips and reaches for Yoongi's button and zipper, but Yoongi grips Hoseok by the wrists and yanks. 
"Come here, Seok."
Nodding, still feeling somewhat delirious, Hoseok gets up onto his feet just enough to crash down onto the low bed, caging Yoongi's legs as the man chuckles and crawls backward to the center of the mattress.
"I have an idea," Yoongi promises, rotating to scoot until his shoulders are against the dark headboard. He pats his legs and says, "Come here," while he hastily shoves his shorts and briefs down, and his voice is rougher than usual, no doubt from deepthroating.
For the first time since all of this has started, Hoseok gets a good look at Yoongi. His complexion is soft and supple against the dark bedding, and his body is a gorgeous blend of thin and muscular – similar to Hoseok, yet different. His shoulders are wide, his hands are large, yet he is knobby and slightly lanky, small against the large bed. Breathtaking.
The hair at the base of Yoongi's hard, leaking cock is trimmed low – an inviting patch of black against lilac-tinted skin. Hoseok leans close to kiss along Yoongi's hip and breathes in his musky-sweet scent, but before he can tease, Yoongi has both hands on Hoseok's cheeks and jaw, tugging him upward.
Hoseok lifts and wiggles beside Yoongi, who has slithered down into a lying position. "Kiss me," he groans, still pulling Hoseok by the face, forcing him to crash down against him, licking against his lips. 
As Hoseok settles onto his side, Yoongi drapes a leg around Hoseok's hips and rolls their bodies together. Already, Hoseok's cock is becoming erect, and with each roll of Yoongi's hips, he feels hypnotized. 
"Fuck, Yoongi," Hoseok groans, sinking low against Yoongi's chest to leave marks with his lips and teeth that will be hidden under clothing tomorrow. "You don't know what you do to me."
Yoongi lifts his hand to Hoseok's lips and rasps, "Spit," and Hoseok obeys, gathering saliva under his tongue only to trickle it into his palm. Then Yoongi reaches between them, engulfs both cocks in his warm grip, and thrusts. 
"Oh, shit," Hoseok whimpers in tandem with a deep, needy groan from Yoongi. 
Hoseok spits hastily into his own hand and reaches to engulf them further, then he sets a rhythm with his hips, pushing when Yoongi pulls and pulling when Yoongi pushes. Pleasure grips Hoseok tight, threatening to drag him into the hot, inviting depths of hell, and Hoseok whimpers as he leans into Yoongi, sucking his lips between his teeth. 
The kiss is a sloppy gnash of teeth and tongues with nobody in control. Yoongi seems to be losing his composure quickly, and the more he moans and trembles against Hoseok, the more persistently Hoseok strokes their dicks. 
Their rhythm is hypnotizing – a dance between two bodies so fluid and perfect, Hoseok has a lingering thought that perhaps the two of them were meant for each other. Their connection feels so intense, it scares the shit out of him.
"Seok," Yoongi whimpers, lower lip caught in Hoseok's teeth. "Close. So close. "Gonna—"
"In my mouth," Hoseok insists, releasing his hold on their cocks and haphazardly sliding down the length of Yoongi's body.
He is quick to sink Yoongi deep into his throat, wasting no time sucking as if his life depends on it. Yoongi stays on his side and grips onto Hoseok's hair, hips trusting, never losing their dizzying rhythm. 
Hoseok can feel Yoongi pulsate against his lips and he swallows him deep, moaning and humming around him until Yoongi's hips tremble and he shoots his load straight into Hoseok's throat. Yoongi's voice is pitchy and broken, his body quakes with bliss, and Hoseok breathes through his nose, doing his best to swallow each drop without his gag reflex interfering.
Suddenly exhausted, Hoseok releases Yoongi's spent cock, gasping for air. It is messy the way Yoongi attempts to pull Hoseok's lips back to his, body bent in half while Hoseok stretches and strains until he finally finds the strength to crawl up to him and kiss him properly. 
"Seok," Yoongi gasps against his lips, eyes wide and filling Hoseok's vision. "You're incredible. Nobody…" he pants, "nobody has ever made me feel this way."
Honeyed words taste bitter against Hoseok's tongue as he considers all the different times Yoongi must have used that line before. How many models did he sink his claws into similarly, only to drop without a care in the world? What is worse is that Hoseok almost believes him.
Yoongi holds Hoseok in place against him, lips lazily dragging, eager to kiss despite losing the strength to move. Hoseok's mouth moves on instinct alone, erection long forgotten to the brewing storm inside his head.
"Nap," Yoongi grumbles, body falling limp and relaxed around him. "Then food."
"Okay," Hoseok whispers as he reaches for the soft comforter on which they lay, folding it over them rather than bothering to attempt to crawl beneath it. 
Yoongi smiles, drifting to sleep, and Hoseok leaves soft pecks against the tip of his nose and the apple of his cheek, eager to kiss and kiss and kiss. He wants to commit this moment to memory in the event that this is the last time. 
As Yoongi's body becomes heavy as lead, lost to the firm grasp of sleep, Hoseok waits for him to lightly begin to snore. He waits, laying on his side and tracing each shape of Yoongi's beautiful face, shoulders, and chest with his eyes. 
He waits and he waits until Yoongi rolls onto his back, limbs slipping away from Hoseok's nude body. And then he waits just a beat longer before he slowly, silently slips out from beneath the comforter, collects his clothing, and tiptoes into the living room. 
It is still early in the night, and Hoseok stares out the window at the city below the hill, at the river in the distance, at the cars that drive by. He slips into his clothing, tiptoes to the front door, gathers his handbag and shoes, and, in the elevator, calls for a cab.
Over and over, Yoongi's voice plays in Hoseok's head. Nobody has ever made me feel this way. 
Over and over, his pretty, tearful eyes and soft, kissable lips sear into Hoseok's mind, taking up permanent residence, threatening to drive him mad. Hoseok stares at his reflection in the elevator doors, unsure how he is supposed to feel. 
He got it out of his system. He successfully fucked with the pretty man with the reputation for using people, and he slipped away in the night, giving him a taste of his own medicine. 
But he does not feel satisfied. It is as if vines have snaked their way into his chest cavity and they squeeze, threatening to puncture his lungs with their thorns and steal his air. 
He feels defeated. Deflated. He has accomplished his goal, yet he does not feel victorious. 
Nobody has ever made me feel this way. 
Those pretty words spoken in that raspy voice taunt him over and over, and Hoseok walks out into the chill night feeling emptier than before.  
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also i feel like it is silly to have described Yoongi living in an all black and grey space with my whole entire chest, but this is what i had in mind:
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aiseehope · 1 year
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The Catalyst
Sope A/B/O AU
Rated E
Link -> archiveofourown.org/works/43146451
Alpha Yoongi x Alpha Hobi
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fruttolosope · 1 year
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« Stay »
sope | 🔞 | 18.5k
tags: strangers to lovers, soulmates, hurt/comfort, airplane sex.
warning/s: mention of past suicide/suicide attempt !!! please read all the tags on ao3 before reading.
“Hoseok smiled. He had a piece of sun right on the corner of his mouth. So bright and warm Yoongi didn't get the time to close his eyes when Hoseok grabbed his chin to get him closer and to plant on the pilot's lips a wet and salty kiss. It tasted like summer."
plot: Yoongi is an airline pilot for European destinations from Korea, Hoseok is a novelist doing research for his next book. They met on the same airplane while Yoongi was on service and Hoseok's a passenger. Then they casually meet up again once they arrive at the Fiumicino airport while Yoongi is reading one of his books making entertaining faces. Hoseok needs someone to show him Rome, Yoongi is going to stay for a day and a half before taking the next flight. It's how their adventure starts, to become something more than a short and passionate holiday in the most beautiful Italian city.
You can read it on AO3 ♡
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sxnnimoon · 2 years
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Sope x Reader
this honestly has been a long time coming but this is a part 2, to More? but you can read it on its own or go ahead and read part 1 as well. whatever the case may be enjoy you brats.
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Embarrassed didn’t even begin to cover it. Too caught up with what just happened you hadn’t realized a certain someone had stopped by. 
“Maybe we should try it out.” a voice said behind you. 
Turning around all you saw was Yoongi and your mind began to spin. What did you get yourself into? 
“Huh?!” You said. 
You couldn’t think straight, surely you’ve thought about this moment multiple times but seeing it through? Never did you think it would happen. 
“Maybe we could try it.” Yoongi repeats himself. “You want this right? It’s something you dream about.” 
You open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out. It only takes a few short seconds before you contain yourself. 
“Yes…” you drag out. “But it’s n-“ 
You were cut off. 
“How would this work?” Hobi asked.
You look at him wide eyed.
“Say we did this,” he starts. “Where does that leave all three of us, where do we both stand in your life?” 
Having him put it like that made a very good point, you want Hobi but you also want Yoongi. You could have both right? 
As you stood up from the couch , you thanked yourself mentally for only wearing an oversized tee. Neither one knew what you were gonna do but as you made your way to Yoongi, it didn’t take long for them to find out..
You stood in front of Yoongi, studying his every feature. You could tell he was nervous but also judging by the growing bulge he had you knew he would be fine. Letting your body take over, you placed one hand on his cheek and caressed his face while the other one trailed down his body. Even with the layers of clothing he had on you could feel everything. As you got down to his pants. You ran a finger along the waistband, indicating what you wanted from him. Eager enough, he knew what you wanted and pulled his pants down. He went to pull his boxers but you stopped him. 
Looking up at him, you could see the look of confusion on his face. 
“She likes to do it herself.” Hobi said, smirking from the couch, watching you both. 
Looking back to Yoongi, you grab the ends of his shirt and lift. He runs a hand over his torso as the cool air hits him and slight nerves set in as he was in nothing but boxers. 
“Don’t be nervous, love.” You coo. “You’re in good hands.” 
He nods letting out a breath. Once he was at ease you dropped to your knees. You run a hand over his bulge feeling how hard it is, causing a shiver to run down his back. You stopped yourself and stood up. Taking his hand you lead him to your bedroom. 
“Stay here, I’ll be right back.” You smile, kissing him before walking out the room. 
“Are you joining us or not?” You smirk at Hobi, who is still sitting on the couch. 
He stands, smirking back as he walks towards you. You put your hand up telling him to stop. He raises a brow but stops.
“You've got too much on.” You motion at him. 
“Do I now?” He raises a brow. 
“Yes.” You cross your arms. “Strip.” Trying to sound stern. 
He smirks at you trying to order him around. 
“Just this once princess.” He points at you. “Just this one time.” 
You roll your eyes, “Come, we wouldn’t want to keep him waiting now would we?” You pout, walking to the room. 
Once in the room you stand in front of Yoongi who is now sitting on the bed. You feel a presence and turn to see Hoseok. 
He walks over to you. 
“I’m gonna be nice this one time, but roll your eyes one more time and you’ll be in deep little one.” He says loud enough so Yoongi hears as well. 
You bite your lip fighting the moan that wants to escape. You decide to straddle Yoongi’s waist. His hands stay at his side not wanting to over step. You can sense his hesitation so you bring his hand to your ass as an okay. Once they are there he gives your ass a squeeze making you moan. He finally is comfortable enough and brings you in for a kiss. One hand remains on your ass as the other comes up and grabs the back of your neck pulling you in more, deepening the kiss. Pulling away you move down to the floor, settling between his legs. You run your hands along his thighs before grabbing the waistband of his boxers. He lifts his hips and you pull them down with ease. His cock springs free, hitting his stomach. Your breath hitches. You are nearly drooling at the sight of him. He is the same size as Hoseok but definitely thicker. 
“Don’t keep him waiting now princess.” Hoseok says in a low tone. 
You didn’t need to be told twice. 
“Tell me to stop if it gets too much ok?” you looked him in the eyes.
He nodded eagerly, words not being able to be formed.
“Good boy.” you smirked.
You proceeded to run a finger along his length. Wrapping a hand around it you could feel him tense up, you didn’t do anything further until he relaxed. Once you felt him calm and relaxed you ran your thumb over the head, spreading the pre-cum that had leaked out of the now red tip. 
You pumped him slow and steady, the whines coming from him egged you on further. Licking the tip you swirl your tongue around a few tips before taking him into your mouth. You steady pace not wanting to tire out your jaw just yet but also not wanting to get him closer to the edge than he already was. 
“That’s it jagi…” Hoseok coaxed. “Look at our prince, you are taking such good care of him.” 
Looking up through your lashes, you are met with lust filled eyes staring back at you, mouth agape, brows furrowed. You knew he was close but didn’t want to speed up in fear of what Hoseok would do. 
You pulled away, still stroking him,” He’s close.” you softly say looking at Hoseok who is sitting in the chair observing the two of you. 
He puts his hand to his chin, you knew he was thinking. But would he let him cum is the real question. He didn’t say a word. He stood up and walked over to you both. 
“Be good and you both may be rewarded.” he smirks.
You are nodding in agreement before you realize just what he said. Making you look at him fast seeing he’s already looking at you with a smirk.
“Don’t even..” he warns. 
“But I-” he cut you off.
“Did you think I forgot the little stunt you pulled minutes ago?” he looked at you, brow raised.
You knew exactly what he meant. 
“That's what I thought.” he smirked. “Now up, on the bed.” 
You got up quick not wanting to piss him off even more. As you moved to the bed he stopped you. 
“Keep it up and you’ll be the only one who doesn’t cum tonight.” he whispers.
You nod. 
“Arms up.” he demands before lifting your shirt that keeps you from being completely bare. 
You gasp as the air hits your exposed skin, goosebumps soon appearing. 
He runs a finger down your back. “Join him.” he says, giving your ass a slap as you walk away.
As you make your way to Yoongi he looks to you like a lost puppy. You open your mouth to say something before Hoseok speaks.
“Lay down princess.” he orders. 
You lay there, head propped up by a pillow waiting for something to happen. Looking at Yoongi, you clench around nothing, he is drinking you in. Practically drooling and eye fucking you. You definitely are growing more and more impatient at the need to be filled up by one if not both of them. The hunger was growing stronger. 
“Go ahead princess, let him.” hoseok called.
You sighed with relief. You beckoned him with your finger. He immediately scrambled towards you, but you stopped him with your foot. You are surprised at how well he followed orders and that excited you even more. He was a sub and you were to use that as an advantage. 
Looking at him as you propped your body up on your elbows. 
“Crawl kitten.” you cooed. 
He let out a small whine at the command, causing you to smirk. He obeyed and began crawling. He soon settled at your legs, waiting patiently for you to give the ok. Meeting his pleading eyes you spread your legs letting him see you fully. His eyes went wide at the sight.
“Does the little prince want a taste?” you smirk. 
He nodded eagerly.
“Words kitten,” you said. “I need words.” 
“P-please, please let me taste you.” he whimpered. 
You nod, “Go ahead.” 
Before you know it he latches himself to your core, catching you off guard you yelp. He starts off slow, wanting to taste you entirely before proceeding to get you to the edge. Laying his tongue flat against your core he licks a long stripe upward. Stopping at your clit he flicks his tongue at it a few times before taking the bud into his mouth. You cry out from the sensation. Once he hears moans and cries fall from your lips he devours you like a mad man. Playing you like a piano he uses his fingers to get you right where you need to be and to make the most beautiful noise ever heard. You can feel yourself right there at the edge. You were about to come undone on his tongue when Hoseok spoke. 
“That’s enough.” He demanded.
Laying there breathless you become annoyed. Hoseok can sense your attitude change. 
“Watch it princess,” he warns. “Remember what I told you.” 
You pout but nod. 
“Good girl.” He praises. “Now on your knees, face the pillows.” 
You immediately get into position not wanting to piss him off.
“Now you get under her little prince.” He commands Yoongi. 
He then looks at you before doing as he is told. Trying his best to not knock you over he slides under you. You moan when you feel his length brush against your folds. You were growing hungrier by the minute. 
“Hold on a bit longer princess, you’ll get what you want.” Hoseok chimes in. 
You soon feel the bed dip, and a presence behind you. You knew it was Hoseok which didn’t catch off guard. What caught you off guard was cool liquid being poured on you. 
“This is what you wanted, princess?” He asked “you wanted both of us?” 
You look down at Yoongi who is staring right back at you. 
A slap comes to your ass causing you to buck your hips brushing against his member, causing him to moan. 
“Answer me.” He demands.
“Y-Yes sir.” You moan. 
“That’s better.” He smirked, “Behave from here on out if you want to come at all tonight.” 
He smacks your ass one more time. 
“That goes for both of you.” He looks at Yoongi who nods. 
“Now I’m going to let him use you first,” he says getting off the bed. “And you tell her when you are close little prince alright?” 
He looks to Hoseok, “yes sir.” 
Hoseok smiles at the eldest. “Go ahead.” 
Looking down at him you grab his length, and position him at your core before sliding down. You hiss at the stretch but the pain soon is replaced by pleasure. He waits patiently for you to get comfortable before slowly rocking you back and forth. Fighting the urge to take over, you fail. You stop his hands, and begin setting your own pace. You began bouncing up and down his length dragging moan after moan from him. You quickened your pace making him hold your waist with one hand while the other gripped and smacked your ass. You knew he was close. 
“G-Gonna, c-cum.” He whines out. 
“Come kitten.” You pant, picking up the pace more bringing him right where he needs to. 
You soon feel the warmth and slow down the pace as he comes down from his high. Getting off him you kiss his forehead. 
“Rest up we aren’t done yet.” You go to get up. 
“Keep right there princess,” Hoseok says, flipping you over. “We aren’t done until you are a mess filled with us both and are begging for me to stop.” 
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jooniesfern · 1 year
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new fic!
heaven’s here (it’s right where you’re standing)
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trash19girl · 1 year
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Dating A Demon chapters 1-2
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Synopsis:
Basically Jimin is an 18 year old high school student who is preparing to graduate. He regularly gets bullied by dickhead Kim Taehyung, aka V. One day V goes too far so Jimin makes a deal with an incredibly sexy demon named Jungkook.
Essentially Jungkook will protect Jimin from V, and in exchange Jimin lends his body to Jungkook every now and then.
But dating a demon is just as dangerous as it sounds.
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btsaudge · 1 year
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Under The Old Oak Tree
Ship: Sope
Word Count: 1.7K
Genre/AU: established relationship, domestic fluff, porn without plot, slice of life
Tags: Min Yoongi is whipped, Jung Hoseok is whipped, kissing, biting, marking, blow jobs, anal fingering, anal sex, public sex, creampie, barebacking
Hoseok plans the perfect anniversary celebration for Yoongi at their favorite spot. They celebrate their love with a picnic and more.
read on ao3
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fallenangel-s-thot · 3 months
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your wife | yoonseok + you
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summary: your husband want to try something new and yoongi didn't mind to help.
pairing: min yoongi x f! reader x jung hoseok
warnings: eighteen+ content, porn with plot, dark, fingering, threesome, (m) masterbating, slight degradation, undertones of manipulation.
author note: it's not proof read and the grammar is not great nether ಥ⁠_⁠ಥ i wrote it when I was simping over sope and thought i should publish it . Btw we have a little bit of sub yoongi here.
i do not give anyone permission to translate or repost my work, please be respectful - if you enjoyed please comment or reblog!
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yoongi is disgusted with his behavior.
he hates that every interaction with you, his best friend’s wife, results in his cock straining against the fabric of his pants. all alone in his bedroom, he slips his hand underneath his boxers to do everything he can to relieve himself, and he whimpers pathetically from the slightest contact.
the walls of his shared apartment with Hoseok are way too thin.
he can hear your muffled moans, the sound of your whines feeding his heated state as he pumps even faster.
when he closes his eyes he thinks about how Hoseok fucks you, pictures how pliable you look underneath his large frame, and tries to imagine the squelching sound your pussy makes as Hoseok pounds into your cunt. 
he cums all over himself, sinking his teeth into his pillowcase as a single tear trickles down his blushing face. 
he swears he’s going to stop, that he would finally get a grip on these urges but he’s caught in a vicious circle.
it’s a dirty little secret he conceals - but the guilt wraps around his neck like a noose whenever you or hobi smile in his direction.
you love how much you’ve integrated yourself into Hoseok’s life, especially when it came to his cherished friendship with yoongi.
he always spoke so fondly of yoongi - and sometimes you wonder just how close they were before you were married to Hoseok.
you only recently began noticing a slight shift in Yoongi’s behavior.
you tried not to dwell on it at first and merely assumed that he was just going through something but one night, when you snuck away from Hoseok’s bed to use the bathroom, you approached the door and noticed a strip of light peeking out from underneath the frame.
you could hear low grunts coming from the other side, and your stomach coiled because you immediately picked up on what was happening. yoongi was moaning softly to himself, cursing under his breath until your name left him like a broken plea.
you quickly turned on your heel, marching straight back to your husband’s bedroom in utter shock. hook laughs when you tell him the story.
you were anxious and worried, but your boyfriend merely chuckled to himself with indifference. 
“poor guy. he hates being alone. he must be getting frustrated, and it looks like he isn’t getting any action,” he explained with genuine sympathy, before proceeding to point out that he was the only reason why yoongi managed to get laid in the first place. 
“I've been neglecting my duties since we got serious,” he pointed out with a shrug. you were surprised that he wasn’t more alarmed about the situation, but Hoseok reassures you that yoongi wouldn’t cross any lines.
at this point, you wanted to satisfy your curiosities and you boldly asked Hoseok if he’s ever helped out yoongi when he was this desperate. 
“it’s happened a few times,” your husband honestly replies, “But Hyung and I know it doesn’t mean anything...” 
the heavy silence is only broken when you shock Hoseok with a suggestion, by stating that maybe the two of you can assist yoongi in his current predicament.
your pretty hobi’s eyes glimmer with excitement and he can’t help but think what this could mean for the three of you in the future. 
“Is this better, yoongi?” hobi murmurs, his thumb tracing over Yoongi’s throat as he looks down at him. 
he’s standing next to the edge of the bed, while yoongi ays out flat across the mattress. his best friend nods his head, panting heavily as his slender fingers press into the meat of your thighs. he’s watching you grind your hips back and forth with hooded eyes.
his abdominals sink when you drag your nails across his torso, and you can’t help but smile over how pretty he looks melting beneath you.
“fuck, she f-feels...she feels amazing...ugh, you’re so perfect...” he cries, choking out a sob as you slowly raise your hips before dropping your weight back down over his length. 
hoseok raises his brow with approval and tucks his bottom lip between his teeth as he eyes you hungrily before flashing you a tender smile.
“she is...” 
his fingers curl underneath Yoongi’s minty locks, and he lightly massages his scalp.
“you act like such a needy brat when you don’t get what you want...” he huffs, bringing the tip of his leaky cock against Yoongi’s lips.
“now be a good boy and show me how thankful you are.”
fuck this is gonna be intense. 
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borawardescapee · 8 months
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Unhinged Thoughts #3
you and yoongi making out over hobi’s cock.
hobi has a thing for yoongi. it’s well known, way before you started dating him. after you guys got together, you could see the way hobi looked at yoongi, the way he laughed extra hard at almost anything the older did, the way yoongi brightened up around your boyfriend. at first it make you feel like a third wheel in your relationship. did hobi even want you? did he secretly want yoongi and was just using you as a coverup?
but eventually you started seeing how he looked at the two of you when you were together. you and yoongi both liked reading and discussing the books that you were currently obsessing over. out of the corner of your eye you would see hobi looking at the both of you with something akin to lust mixed with adoration in his gaze. it was then that you knew. he loved you both. he wanted you both, and in more ways than one.
so you took it upon yourself to address it with him. it was subtle at first, placing your hand on yoongi’s shoulder, or sometimes even his thigh depending on the situation and the latter didn’t think anything of it because you were close enough where physical touch wasn’t a big deal. but then you started doing it while looking directly into hobi’s eyes. and yoongi, being the naturally skeptical man he was caught on to it quick.
“okay, what the hell are you doing?”
you removed your hand from his thigh and tried to supress the smile that was creeping onto your face.
“i’m flirting with you. in front of hobi. except you didn’t know i was flirting with you but hobi does. right hoseok? he wants you.” you ignored the protests from your boyfriend.
“hobi likes you yoongi. he has for a long time, at least that’s what the boys have told me. and now that he has me, he still wants you. he wants the both of us.”
from that conversation on (or more like monolouge, because you weren’t gonna let them deny the feelings they have for eachother), the three of you engaged in sexual acts that you hadn’t know you had been craving all along. you didn’t know that being stuffed with a cock in both your cunt and your mouth could feel so satisfying. you failed to realize that sitting on hobi’s face while yoongi sucked on your tits and rutted against your thigh was something that you were deprived of for the past decade since you had become sexually active.
the newest thing, however, was kneeling on the ground with yoongi while the two of you lapped at hobi’s red, hot leaking cock, tongues meeting in a sloppy, precum exchanging kiss. you would take turns sliding your mouths down the dripping length, getting it all wet and messy with your saliva and then go back to licking all over the sides of it. occasionally one of you would move down, slobbering all over his cum filled balls, wishing to coax out the milky liquid you both were working towards. and when you felt them clenching and tightening, the two of you would waste no time returning to the head to catch all of the salty seed, not caring that it would sometimes miss your tongues and land on your cheeks or neck. hobi would come down and lick it off of the both of you anyways.
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fruttolosope · 1 year
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« Catgasm »
Chapter 1: “Coffegasm”
sope | 🔞 | 12.8k
side: vmin | namjin
tags: camboy au, strangers to lovers, bttm yoongi, top hoseok.
plot: Hoseok gave up to sex and love. He doesn’t need any of them, not when he is having a happy ever after relationship with his OnlyFans. It’s October and the autumn surrounds the whole city when his beliefs fall down with the leaves. It’s when he meets Min Yoongi and discovers that is not just a talented photographer, but his favorite camboy. It’s when Yoongi asks Hoseok to be his partner. It’s their story and as every good story, it changes each other's lives.
You can read it on AO3 ♡
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sxnnimoon · 2 years
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Bambi Ch.13
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masterlist
taglist: @multistan30 @hobi-love @pshekalus
@purpleyoongles @gabhrrng @v-6893
@kayjah17 @cutiequeen122 @briii-14
 @maddypool31 @spideyxxboi
did i keep you waiting too long ;) ?? anywayssss enjoy you brats.
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At the sound of the door opening they look at you. You look between the pair and your phone that is now in Yoongi's hand. You freeze.
“Why didn’t you tell us?” Yoongi says.
“Were you gonna hide it the whole time?” Hobi said hurt and disappointment in his voice. 
You open your mouth to say something but you can’t speak. This wasn’t how you wanted them to find out…
 “Care to explain?” Yoongi said, coming closer.
“Why didn't you tell us?” Hobi said. 
You look between the pair. 
“Don’t lie..” Yoongi said. 
“Lying will get nowhere..” Hobi added.
“Please…?” Yoongi begged. 
Your adrenaline was kicking in. Your body began to get warm from them bombarding you with questions. You wanted nothing more than to answer them and all of their questions but it all seemed to just be crashing down on you. 
You took a deep breath before speaking. 
“It’s not that easy….” You looked to the floor. “It’s way more complicated than you think.”
Yoongi walked to you. 
“Help us understand then.” He took your chin in his hand. 
Looking into his eyes you could feel yourself at ease. 
“Now, explain from the beginning.” Hobi said as he took you into his lap.
“Ok….” You began.
You didn’t leave anything out. You told them everything. Starting from when it initially happened up until most recently. The look on their faces when you brought up the harassment, both physical and verbal. 
“I was alone…” you looked down. “Just me and bean, hell I never saw her bc I kept her with my mom so she would be safe.” 
You were crying. You didn’t want this day to come but here you were and they couldn’t believe what you were telling them. You were holding so much from them and it hurt them to know what you had gone through. The only thing on their minds was to hold you tight and never let you go and to never let you out of their sight. 
Once you were done talking, you looked up to see them thinking hard, you didn’t know what they would say or do. 
“…say something…” you whispered. “please…” 
They looked at you.
All you wanted to do was cry, and them not saying anything was pushing you further and further to tears. 
Yoongi was the first to approach you. He held your face in his hands and just stared. 
Finally he spoke, “you’re ours. And no one is going to touch or harm what is ours.” 
You bit your lip, fighting back the tears. 
“You’re safe with us. You’re safe.” He said. 
His eyes fell to your lips, soon he ran a finger across your bottom lip. 
You shifted your eyes back from his eyes, lips and hand that was at your mouth. 
Picking up on your body language he pulled you in and kissed you softly before deepening it. 
He then pulled you in by the waist, holding you close. You then put your arms around his neck, securing the position. 
“Maybe let’s move this to the bed?” Hobi said from his spot on the bed.
Yoongi lifted you, immediately wrapping your legs around his waist. Setting you down gently next to Hobi, they both took you in. You were confused a bit but soon noticed your towel shifted and you were completely bare to the duo. 
You bit your lip and smirked, “Like what you see?”   
They groaned. 
You proceeded to run your hand down your body, slowly getting closer to your center Yoongi stopped you.
“Let me.” He said, eyes never leaving yours.
He was soon settled between your legs. Mouth watering at the sight of you. You were too focused on Hobi’s lips on yours, that you gasped when you felt Yoongi’s tongue run through your folds. You thrusted upward moaning into Hobi’s mouth. Yoongi placed an arm on your hips keeping you in place as he continued his assault on your needy core. 
Hobi at your upper half played with your breasts, Yoongi would circle your bud before taking it in his lips bringing out a certain moan that he loved.
He then added a finger, then two. It only pushed you further and further. 
“I-I’m gonna…” you couldn’t finish your sentence. 
Your moans soon turned to whimpers and cries. They knew you were close just by how you were gripping yoongi’s fingers and hobi’s hair as he kissed along your neck and chest. 
“It’s ok, pretty one,” Hobi cooed in your ear. “Cum for him, let go on his tongue .” 
You didn’t ever hear him finish his sentence, your scream was all you heard, your body arched as you hit your release. You then collapsed into Hobi, pants mixed with whimpers were heard as you came down from your high.
“You did so well for me princess.” Yoongi crawled up your body. 
He kissed your forehead. 
You could feel him on your thigh, you didn’t even realize they both had been rid of their clothes. 
Feeling the bed shift you noticed they had switched spots. Hobi now between your legs, you bit your lip at the sight of him. 
He noticed.
“Eager are we?” He smirked. 
He then ran his length through your folds causing you to shiver. 
“..please..” you whimpered.
Eyebrow raised, he looked down at you, “please what?” 
You let out a whine, you knew what he wanted to hear and he wasn’t gonna give you what you wanted until you said it. 
“Say it pretty one, I need to hear you.” He said in a stern tone.
“Please sir.. I-I need you..” you pouted. 
He nodded , slightly satisfied. He wasn’t gonna keep you waiting, he needed to feel you. 
Coating himself one more time in your slick, he slid in. You gasped. The feeling of being filled was something you missed, especially by them. They knew your body and what would get you going, they knew how to get a certain sound from you. 
Once you were adjusted and satisfied, he set a pace. Slow at first but soon picked up speed. He wanted, no needed you crying for him to stop. He wanted you in utter bliss. It was all about you and they were making it their mission to make you satisfied and taken care of.
Two hours went by and you were on the verge of passing out. You were laying in bed fighting sleep. They ran you a bath and got you ready for bed. You were losing to sleep but before it took over you felt a pair of lips kiss the top of your head. 
By the time you woke up it was almost 1pm. You woke up alone. Slightly sad you noticed a note on the night stand. 
Grab your suit and meet us in the sun :) xx
You got up too fast, completely forgetting last night's activities. Being engulfed in water should help. You grabbed your suit, put your sandals on, grabbed your sunnies, hat and headed to the pool where you were met with just the two of them. 
“Fancy meeting you two here.” You smirked.
“I’m surprised you are even walking.” Yoongi smirked.
“I wonder who’s to blame.” You raised a brow.
“You coming in?” Hobi asked.
You turned to him before jumping in. 
You were having the best time just you three. The sun was setting and you were gonna watch the sunset. While at the bar you were looking through your feed.
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You giggled at the pictures they took of you. Waiting for your drinks you looked out at the fire pit and smiled, they were building a sand castle with a little boy who was maybe Yun’s age. You took a picture not wanting to forget the moment. As you admired the photo you got a text. 
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Your heart sank. There was no way right? He wouldn’t dare… would he? You look back to the boys, not wanting to disturb the moment you texted them. 
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You watched them pull out their phones, they paused for a moment before looking at you. 
They were slightly scared, but they weren’t going to lose you again. They were gonna protect you.
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nucleo-bang-tan · 11 months
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Destiny's Route | JJK
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Pairing/s: F1 Driver!Jungkook, Rich!Reader
Genre: Soulmate AU, Smut
Ratings: 18+ Mature Themes
Warnings: Arrogant Jk, blonde!jk descriptions of an accident, jk sorta ruins his entire career, fangirls, random ass bells (like the ones from Your Name, sorry), creampie, tit play, penetration, Dom!Jk, dry humping, sex to songs (had to make my smut unique), they're in lOvEeee, major character development, cute ending, bad smut according to me, messy writing and plot
A/N: I had written this when Smoke Sprite had just came out. I might be new but judge me well and don't be a silent reader, leave comments
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Formula One: World Championships 2020
"Jeon Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook!" The entire stadium roared and he hadn't even stepped into the sights yet.
His leather racing gear tightened and the helmet in his arms was enough of a proof that he was a racer.
A smug smirk on his face and body blooming with pride in himself, he finally stepped into the stadium.
Oh, it was louder than anything you've ever heard. Louder than the thrumming hearts of the other racers standing near their cars, louder than the vrooming of the engines that would be heard in the near future and definitely louder than the poor commentators.
It was his habit, this countdown he had in his brain. Counting each second hours before his race.
'15 minutes till I start' was the thought that overpowered all the screams.
He put on his helmet and nodded to his manager who seemed to speak, but the only thing Jungkook could hear was his own voice saying '13 minutes...'
He pretended to hear them, the screaming fans, the panicking manager, the warning by the referee to get ready for the race.
Maybe the only thing that Jungkook heard was a slight horn blowing and suddenly he could hear everything.
The imaginary clock in his mind had stopped and the battle had begun.
Immediately leaving the brakes, his car began at a relatively fast speed. Some who over exaggerate might even say, it was like a bullet out of a rifle.
But those who know and watch his races could clearly say he was just getting started.
Instantly at the front, he heard over his comm, a simple, "That was a good start." by his ever so cold yet sweet coach
"And a great start by number 5, the crowd is already going wild for him." One of the barely heard commentators announced.
Jungkook was famous to say the least. Not only did he amass a male audience with his driving skills, he attracted the unlikely female locals with his charms too.
Everyone wanted to get a piece of him, being invited to various talk shows, mainstream award ceremonies, and much to his rivals' dismay, being named one of the greatest racers among present F1 drivers.
But unlike most, he was never humble about it. Why should he be, he answered whenever questioned by his coach. He works hard for it and he's different than the others, he's never lost a single race he's been in.
Nobody liked his attitude but the arrogance added to his confidence and charms.
"The first one to complete the 20th lap is number 5, Jeon Jungkook. His teammate, Kim Yugyeom is however far behind." Hey, Jungkook played his part perfectly, why should be bother about his teammate.
But his whole team knew Yugyeom wouldn't survive a second after he dared to mess Jungkook's race up.
"Pit stop?" His coach asked over the comm.
"I suppose the tires could use some help. Don't make me lose time." Jungkook replied.
His car slowed down gradually and took a detour to his team's pit stop.
It was so quick he could barely spare a glance. But he did. Something caught his eye, or rather someone.
It was like the time itself had stopped, Jungkook's eyes would've missed it if he didn't pay enough attention. Now, he had seen many and plenty beautiful girls in his entire lifetime, heck he fucked two yesterday.
But the one he saw that moment, made him forget where he was, what he was sitting in that car for. Her eyes didn't meet his eyes, but he caught all of her. Her brunette tresses, the red Formula 1 team jacket she was wearing.
She wasn't from Jungkook's team, Ferrari; he could tell. What was she doing in Ferrari's booth then?
She was smiling at someone, talking to them, he supposed. It was the most beautiful smile he had seen. Call him a fool but the first thought that processed through his head, or rather through his dick was, I need to be balls deep in her. Fuck her good.
Were those bells?
A faint sound of bells ringing was heard to only Jungkook and he suddenly became too overwhelmed by it all. They weren't loud but it was the most unique sound he had ever heard, the most beautiful one.
His coach practically had to knock his helmet to get him going. He had wasted 12 seconds of his precious time causing a commotion around and outside the pitstop.
Taking his eyes off of the girl who was now looking straight at him with her lustrous gaze, he pushed the accelerator and went level ahead without looking at where he was driving to.
"Jungkook what's wrong with you?" He heard.
"I'm horny now, shit." He replied without hearing what his coach had asked.
"What? This is being recorded man."
"Yeah, sure. What's the status?" He couldn't care less if people heard what he said.
"You're second now, damn it."
"Fuck, all cause of the bell girl."
"Get your fucking head in the game." His coach yelled. "You can still make it."
Lap after lap, Jungkook started to fall behind. This has never happened before. His mind only on the red jacket girl. He was too overwhelmed by the noises, the constant yelling of his coach, the winds that hit him.
He wanted to puke and could barely breath, a knot formed in his stomach. He was nervous for the first time in 5 years of his career.
His body started to fall weak and he was about to shed tears. He was losing his first place?
"Jungkook, pit stop." His coach said after around the 40th lap. By this time, Jungkook was barely holding onto the wheel, getting weaker per passing second.
"I'm already losing, I can't." He managed to mutter out.
"There are 20 more laps, you can catch up easily."
"I said, I fucking can't." He spat out. There was no way he was losing his first place. He was Jeon Jungkook, he never lost.
His horniness far gone, he finally decided it was time to overtake the fucker who was in the first place.
"Jeon, slow down and enter the pitstop right now!" His coach warned and he ignored it.
He sped up, going 200...210...220, testing the limits of his vehicle. Little did he know, his tires did reach their limits.
He was finally returning back to his normal state. However, when he hit 260, it was a new high to his senses, as well as his tires.
One of them ruptured by the heat.
It was a matter of split second but Jungkook couldn't process any of it. Wails of women, men alike were heard; he was mid air. And the next second he was lying upside down on the side track, his helmet cracked but still protecting his head.
He was still awake, that's what made it more painful. He tried to get out by removing his seat's safety gear, but he could barely move his legs weren't hurting, they were just numb. But his chest hurt like shit.
'Great, new low.' he thought and started losing consciousness. 'Cue my head getting dizzy, and...' was the last thing that went through his head. He slipped in and out the unconscious.
Blaring alarms, sounds of an distorted ambulance, his panicky manager panicking more than usual. He could tell why everyone was in chaos.
He didn't know why but he wanted to see the girl in the red jacket more than anything at the moment. He didn't care if he shouldn't be bleeding out of his thighs right now and the piece of metal certainly shouldn't be sticking out of the left one.
He wanted to see you. And he did.
Faraway from the commotion, you were holding a horrified expression, tears ran down your face and an older man in grey suit comforted you.
The last expression he held before passing out completely was the same he had when he entered the stadium, a smug smile; you were crying for him.
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The room was silent apart from his heavy breathing. The stuttered beeping indicated he was in a hospital. Everything hurt so bad, even breathing was a task. He slowly shifted his head and opened his eyes.
No one...
Ofcourse, there would be no one by his bedside. His parents were in another country and he had no one else with him except his team whom he treated like shit.
The door opened revealing a man wearing a white coat, presumably a doctor, who was attending on Jungkook.
Jungkook slightly raised his hand even though it was sore and gave him a slight wave.
"Oh Mr. Jeon, good to see you awake." He quickly checked the beeping monitor for his stats.
Jungkook cleared his throat, "Is there anyone waiting for me?"
"Unfortunately, your manager and team has went back to their respective cities. Only your coach stayed back."
"Where is he now?"
"I've sent a nurse to look.... And here he is." The doctor corrected himself after he saw the man barging in through the door.
"Jungkook! My man! How are you? Are you breathing good?" His coach grabbed his achy hand.
Jungkook couldn't help but smile at his display of affection by his usually stern coach.
"Ouch..." He winched slightly when his bed was slightly moved by the older man's momentum. "I'm good Mr. Bang."
"Is he good, doctor?" He looked over at the man jotting down something on his notepad.
"He'll be able to walk in 5 weeks time of full rest. After that he can be discharged."
"Thank you." Mr. Bang bowed. "Thank you so much." The doctor bowed in response and left the two of them alone.
"So, kid? Are you ready to talk about it?" He turned to Jungkook.
"I got horny, that's all." He laughed earning a tut from his mentor. "Why did the team leave so early?"
"Early? Jungkook it's been a week since the accident." Ofcourse the racer had no idea it had been that long. "Also I have something to tell you."
"What is it?"
"Not now, maybe later. It's something important, yeah? We have to meet to administration."
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"What do you mean, let go of me?" Jungkook had to be held back by his coach, or one could say ex-coach. His anger knew no bounds as he was about to jump his manager.
"Y-you can't let me off, I've given you so many wins, you can't." He pleaded through his anger.
"Sorry Jungkook it's not my decision take it up with the board." The manager said nonchalantly.
And so he did. He hasted into the door labeled CEO without hearing any instructions from the presumed assistant.
He burst through the door heads turning towards him. One of a man he had seen before but couldn't quite place and one of the CEO of Ferrari himself.
"Well if it isn't Jeon Jungkook!" The other man said to which Jungkook didn't pay any heed to.
"Jungkook, what's wrong? If you want to talk you can get an appo-"
"I don't want a stupid appointment, I just want to know why I'm being let off. You can't just let me off. I've given my everything for this company since I was 18. And no one, I say, no one can give you as much money as I earn a single minute. It was just a minor accident, we can work over it, doesn't mean I need to be fucking thrown out of the company." He pointed a finger at the man in authority.
The CEO was quiet through his rant and finally spoke, "Jungkook please have a seat."
"Just answer my fucking question." He reluctantly took a seat, his leg was starting to hurt a bit.
"Jungkook, do you know who this fine man is?" He pointed towards the familiar man in the gray suit.
"No, and I don't necessarily care." The hot headed man scoffed.
"This is the CEO of McLaren. And he has offered $90million for you."
Jungkook's eyes widened in realisation, he wasn't being let off, he was being sold off. Any other driver would have been estatic, jumping off the ceiling, but Jungkook was horrified.
Ferrari had been his home since the beginning of his career. He couldn't possibly let go of his home, his team and especially his coach.
"No." Jungkook said, mind not able to process the information.
"Yeah we know, we knew you wouldn't like being traded and after the stunt you pulled, not listening to your coach, our reputation has been tarnished severely. Have you been seeing the news? People are furious that we let you drive like that.
So to answer your precious little question, you can't be traded neither can you be kept in our company. Hence, we're letting you off."
Jungkook got up and banged his fists on the glass table, cracking it a bit. "Fuck off, I don't care, coach will find a way to get me back in."
"Jungkook, he won't. You're not coming back on track. Not from Ferrari atleast." He smiled.
Jungkook was in tears at this point, leaving his home because of his own mistake was something he thought would never happen in a million years.
It was you. It was you that had caused it all. Even though it may have been unbeknownst to you, it was your fault.
Ever since Jungkook saw you, he had this uneasy feeling in his stomach, almost as if he drank tons of alcohol and couldn't puke how much ever he wanted to. Nothing had been going right, and Jungkook wasn't having it.
"F-fuck all of you." Was the last thing he said before storming out of the CEO's office, never to enter it again.
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"So father, how did it go?" You asked. "Did Jeon agree?"
"Ofcourse not. I know racers like him, he lived for Ferrari, and he wouldn't give in that easily." Your father said, adjusting his gray suit.
It was a bright, huge building. You were sitting in its spotless lobby. You could tell it was built to perfection, down to the last bit as you couldn't find a single flaw in it what so ever.
It reminded you of your father's main work building. Though your father's was brighter and more lively, filled with people you know since your childhood.
"Well, do you still have work here? Or we can go home?"
The older man laughed, "You can go have a walk baby." He looked out the window. "Oop it's raining, stay inside then, I'll get you something to keep you entertained."
"No, I'll prefer to walk." You knew Jungkook had stormed out and you wanted to look for him. He wouldn't have gone far considering how much it was raining at the time.
"Find yourself an umbrella then, dear. I have to go." You hugged your father and he walked into an elevator.
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Jungkook couldn't tell if he was just dreaming. If he was still in the hospital, and still in his sleep. It certainly would be better that way.
His thoughts were cut off by a loud sound followed by a sudden gush of rainfall hitting his face as he looked up at the sky.
'Great, how bad can it get' he thought as he stopped walking and sat down on a bench.
The park in front of the Ferrari head office was always his favorite place. He'd come here when he had no friends to go to. No family to look up at.
He sighed, rain still drenching him. But it was an enjoyment of sorts. He closed his eyes feeling each raindrop as they hit his face, he smiled knowing this was the most peaceful he'd be in a long time.
But the rain was stopped by someone. He opened his eyes to see you smiling brightly, holding an umbrella over him and you, right in front of him.
Jungkook was extremely pissed off by now. The last thing he needed was you to come out of nowhere after he'd lost everything.
He scoffed, "Nice of you to grace me with your presence." The knot in his stomach relaxed for some reason and he was feeling a lot better.
Close up, you looked much better than he had assumed. If Jungkook was asked to draw a perfect face, he'd draw yours. Words couldn't possibly express how overwhelmed he felt when he was in front of you, in a good way ofcourse.
"What do you mean?" You tilted your head in confusion. Jungkook would be lying if he said he didn't get goosebumps at the sound of your voice. "You know..." You wiped the seat beside him to sit on. "...I've been a big fan of you."
"I don't care, just leave me alone."
"I'm Y/n, Kim Y/n."
He sighed looking off into the distant with an uninterested look, "Jeon Jungkook." This was weirdly not how he had expected your first interaction to go. He could feel that you somehow felt the same way he did.
The drops from before slid down his porcelain skin, you almost wanted to reach a hand out to touch him, you wish you did.
"I know." You smiled. "And I know you felt something too."
He snapped his head towards you, "What?"
"The weird feeling in the stomach, yeah, I've been feeling it too." You looked down at your fiddling hand in your lap. "I-I heard the bells as well."
There was no way, Jungkook looked at your profile silently. Half admiring you, half being shocked at the new information.
Jungkook had always wished he'd find his soulmate the same way they found each other in Your Name, by the sound of bells. Of course, he was kidding himself, a way of coping with the fact that no girl interested him. However, he secretly wanted it to actually happen, it'd save him the trouble of finding a date at least.
Jungkook would never have imagined a random nobody to be his so-called soulmate.
"Have you heard the bells?" You asked meekly. You weren't sure if he did and didn't want to seem a weirdo. He nodded much to your relief.
An awed Jungkook looked at you for an explanation, you seemed to know more than him.
"Well, are you gonna tell me?"
"Tell you what? I'm dumbfounded here too." You shrugged.
'Well, that was stupid', both of you thought.
It was awkward, to say the least. Jungkook didn't want to speak, you didn't know how to speak.
"I'm sorry for the accident, how are you doing?" You finally broke the silence.
"Well, you should be apologizing. I'm good thank you for your concern." He smirked down at you.
You were sitting so close to him. Arms brushing against each other, his warm breath hitting you. He placed a hand on your thigh, letting his impulsive thoughts win.
"What? Why should I be apologizing, you idiot?" His warm hand brushed up against your skirt-clad thigh, dragging it up to touch your smooth skin.
"I don't know, you caused it all. I couldn't focus because of you. That's why I was late to start from the pitstop."
You were lucky the park was empty; because the way Jungkook was dragging your skirt up was vile, he was vile. Who does that to a girl he just met? He clearly didn't give a fuck who was watching.
He leaned closer to your blushing face and said, almost whispered, "The rain has stopped baby, what are you holding the umbrella for?"
You closed your eyes in embarrassment and pulled the umbrella shut as Jungkook laughed. "I'm sorry, but I don't see my fault here. How was the accident my doing?"
Jungkook took his free hand to a stray strand of hair covering your face and tucked it behind your ear, only to touch your cheek as if you were a piece of art. "Look at you, how could you not cause the fucking accident. Walking around in this skirt, being such a sin."
Okay, you were officially done with him. You quickly got up from your seat beside him making him retract his hands from you.
"Being cheesy with me isn't going to help your career, Jungkook. You're a lost cause at this point. I didn't cause your accident, your own dumb brain did it." You spat, walking away.
"You can't talk to me like that." He said getting up and walking after you.
"So arrogant." you mocked, walking faster. "You know, I came here to make you feel better, you aren't helping."
Jungkook realised you were a hard one, offence wasn't going to work and he definitely wasn't going to let his potential soulmate walk away.
"Fine, I'm sorry. Let me fix it."
"This isn't about....you're so difficult." you groaned. Jungkook stopped and held your wrist making you come to a halt and turn back at him. "This is assault you know."
"Shut up and let me take you out to tomorrow night"
"Ask politely."
"I never ask anyone out, that's all you get."
"Ask politely."
He sighed for what seemed to be the millionth time that week, "Would you please do me the honor of going out to a date with me?" He ridiculed.
"Where?"
"Meet me right here at 8pm tomorrow."
"How do I trust you?"
"I might be a douche bag to others but I know how to treat women right."
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"Damn..." Jungkook whispered under his breath. He knew you were a walking nightmare for him and his dick but the skin tight silver dress you were wearing was sinister for him.
Though you were wearing a coat, he could still see the outline of your curves making his pants a bit tighter than usual.
You were zoned out staring at the night sky, on the same bench you two had your first awkward encounter on.
A lot of things on your mind. Jungkook, your father's quickly devaluating company, and did you mention Jungkook?
Maybe you were obsessing over him more than he was over you, maybe this was all wrong and you were never meant to even meet.
You have had been a fan of Jungkook since his first ever race 5 years ago. Being such a big fan, you knew he was a playboy and wasn't going to commit anytime soon. Numerous scandals of him cheating on his celebrity girlfriends popped up from time to time and honestly, you were scared.
Scared because you heard the bells and scared because it might have been a misunderstanding.
Even if it was a misunderstanding, you got a chance with him and you were afraid of losing it.
A teardrop rolled down your face due to the anxiety.
"You know..." You were startled by the man beside who suddenly appeared beside you. "I would love to see you cry..." He reached out and wiped the tear. "...but when you're under me." He winked.
You brightened and hit his arm for being so cheesy again.
He laughed and asked, "What were you thinking about?"
"Stuff..."
"Yeah, no shit. What stuff?"
"Jungkook?"
"Yeah, baby?" You felt butterflies in your stomach at such a simple gesture and he knew how he affected you.
You gulped, "W-What if we didn't actually hear any bells, it was just a coincidence both of us were hallucinating at the same time?"
"Well, those bells fractured my leg and 3 ribs, let's assume they were real shall we?" He smiled. Not an ounce of doubt could be seen on his face.
"You're something else." You smiled.
"I've been told." He adjusted his leather jacket. "I believe we have a date waiting for us?" You nodded.
You got up, following Jungkook's movements. "So, where are you taking me? To an orgy?"
"Hah, close enough. We're going to the beach."
You scowled, "Are you fucking kidding me? You're taking me to a beach, in this dress?"
"Stop complaining, honey." You both reached the exit of the park where Jungkook had parked his vehicle.
And it's not like he couldn't have chose one of many of his luxury cars. It's not like he couldn't have gotten a Lamborghini, or preferably a Porsche for you to sit comfortably in.
He chose a fucking motorcycle...
You were supposed to sit on a motorcycle with a minidress...
"I am not sitting on a motorcycle, my father would kill me."
"I have a license baby, don't worry, it's safe."
You wanted to smack him in his dumb head so bad at that moment. He clearly didn't think things through.
"I trust you but it's no-"
"No buts, you trust me. That's all I need." He put on his gloves and helmet and gave you one for yourself. You sighed, you should've never agreed to this.
You struggled to get on the motorcycle itself and the sloped seat made your front slide right into Jungkook's back.
Oh, he enjoyed every minute of your agony. You held onto him so tight, your boobs were squished flat against him.
It was special to Jungkook: meeting his soulmate. Though he was pissed off at you first, he couldn't deny his that you were his soulmate. He didn't care what the world believed or what you believed.
He was dead-sure that he heard the bells, and he wasn't going to hear otherwise.
That's why Jungkook brought his favourite motorcycle for you. He wouldn't let anyone, not even his older brother touch it but he readily brought it to impress you.
"Enjoying the ride?" He asked as you had stopped at a signal.
"Uh-" You were half disoriented at this point. "Very."
"Just let go of me. And try to enjoy wind in your hair." He suggested. He sounded so geniune there was no way you couldn't try it out. Even if it meant that you might fly off into the abyss.
You slowly let go of him, finally holding him just by his waist and striaghtening your body.
You felt peace. You understood what Jungkook meant for you to do but you were still a bit afraid to let go of him completely.
But before you knew it, Jungkook was coming to a stop.
You looked around to see nothing but an empty road and a barely lit beach which seemed to be private as no one was on it.
"We'll have to walk from here." Jungkook said as both of you got off.
"Are you gonna assault me here too?" You jested, adjusting your dress and your coat.
"Just ask me, I'll do anything, baby." You still hadn't gotten used to his nickname. You knew he didn't mean them but they still felt very personal.
"I bet you say that to all the girls you meet." You stated as you started walking. The soil slowly turned to sand. "And I bet you bring every single girl here and fuck them."
"You really take me as a playboy, don't you?"
"Because you are."
"I only fuck girls in my mansion and I've never ever brought anyone out on a date, especially here."
"That still makes you a playboy."
"I can be loyal for you." He suggested and you laughed. But for some reason he didn't.
He stopped on his tracks, "Y/n, I'm serious. I could be loyal for you."
"Jungkook, you can't be loyal to anyone. There's nothing in the world that can make me think that you'll do that to me."
You reached the shore and were still confused as to what you were going to do here.
"Wait here, I'll grab a blanket from the house."
You hadn't noticed but there was a big beach house nearby. You assumed it was Jungkook's. You never took Jungkook as a guy who owned a piece of private beach.
It was almost romantic. You walked into the ocean, water barely reaching your ankles. It was full moon, so it was well lit despit the beach having only a small number of lamp posts.
You took a deep breath, feeling better to have had agreed to come here. The smell of salt and sand tickled your nose almost teasing you to enter the ocean.
Jungkook exited the beach house with a blanket big enough for 5-6 people. His eyes fell on you bathing in the moonlight. He didn't get horny, rather, he got goosebumps.
'So beautiful' was one of the million thoughts circuiting through his brain at the moment. He had never seen such a view before.
How he wished time were to stop right then and there.
He snapped out of his trance after you turned at him and smiled brightly, the beach had made you happier than before.
"Well, are you gonna do something with that blanket or...?"
"Uh- yeah." he shaked his head and spread the blanket for you two to sit on.
"You know I never took you to be the romantic type." You joked as you took a seat beside the man.
"I never thought a person could be so beautiful, but here we are." He stated matter-of-factly and you blushed.
"Jungkook, stop staying stuff you don't mean."
He grabbed you by your arm and pulled you down with him to lay on the blanket. You fell onto him with a sqeak which Jungkook found very endearing.
"I have meant every single sentence I said since I met you, Y/n."
You were blushing extremely hard at this point so you placed yourself such that he couldn't see your face.
"I love coming here, just laying here and watching the stars. They're so much clearer here than the city."
"You come here with friends?"
"No, alone." He had a sad tone to his words. Who could blame him? He didn't have any friends to begin with.
"You know, when I first came into racing, everyone hated that they were getting beaten by an 18 year old." He said.
"What are you talking about?" You got more comfortable with him and laid on his arm, using it as a pillow.
"My seniors, they used to hit me for being too naïve. It hurt their egos because they were being defeated at their best game."
"Jungkook, I'm so sorry."
"That's why I ended up being so entitled, it seemed to scare them away. And it kinda stuck with me."
"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard." You tried to lighten the mood.
He laughed, "You think I don't know that?"
He was so pretty, you couldn't help but reach out a hand to caress his face. "How are you so.... perfect?"
"Genes, baby." He carefully got up, laying your head on the blanket and got on top of you. His body tightly bond against yours.
He cupped your face, "I'm not trying to be cheesy again but, you're the most perfect girl I've ever met." He closed the distance between the two of you.
So close yet so awfully far.
In your defence, you couldn't control yourself when you held the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.
Contrast to Jungkook's personality on the track, it was slow, so slow.
He didn't move his lips for a few seconds, dazed in your touch. Both of you could swear there were fireworks ongoing in both of your stomachs.
When he finally decided to move his lips, it was full of passion; wild, crazy, boundless passion summed up into a few slow estatic movement of both your lips.
Jungkook held you as if you were made of fluff, ready to crumble at his fingertips. And you were crumbling, submitting to your list for him. His hand was on one of your thighs, making you wrap your leg around him, pulling him closer than he could possibly be.
Jungkook had become addicted to your lips, they were like a drug to him, he didn't want to let go.
But he did reluctantly when you eventually had to catch a breath, your stamina clearly wasn't as much as his.
He grinned, "Now that wasn't so 'difficult' of me."
"Hey now, I didn't mean it." You giggled as he rubbed his nose against yours. A gesture you found extremely romantic.
Over the night, you talked, laughed and almost cried with him. It felt so... nice to be around him. You started to wonder if he was actually your soulmate by the way he made you feel. You hoped it was true despite it being practically impossible.
"Wanna go take a dip?" Jungkook suggested.
"No way, this is a one of kind Louis Vuitton masterpiece you know, bringing it to the beach was already a big enough mistake."
"Then take it off." He said simply.
You gasped dramatically, "And be naked around your playboy ass? I'd rather not, I'm not looking to be fucked tonight."
"Am I an exception?"
"Maybe..." You trailed off.
"You're mean, you know that?" He leaned in for another kiss which you gladly gave in to.
Ofcourse, you didn't get laid that night. But you experienced a whole new side of the arrogant play boy you had always seen.
Jungkook and you met way too many times after that and you were honestly surprised at his ability to control himself from fucking you right when he sees you.
Jungkook grew too attached to you to the point he'd end up at the gate of your mansion the second he missed you.
Your father, whom Jungkook had never met was not happy with the fact that you were dating a F1 driver famous for sleeping around. He had clearly stated he hated seeing you go out everyday and waste your time over a jobless and hopeless excuse of a man.
It was obvious to you that your father held a grudge against him for not joining his company.
But you were stubborn, you never let him stop you from sneaking out the mansion only to hop onto Jungkook's motorcycle.
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"So why don't you take up my father's offer?" You brushed Jungkook's hair back and out of his face. You wondered why he bleached it so much. Your legs straddled him and you both were sitting on his couch.
"And become a McLaren pawn? No thank you." He scoffed.
"You were a pawn of Ferrari before this. How does that make any difference." You shuffled around on his lap innocently.
"Ferrari is different, I don't know how to describe it to you." He almost groaned at your crouch and thighs rubbing against his manhood.
"McLaren is different too. We've got the coolest team, they're so friendly and sweet, it's crazy. We have had some of the best times together. There's Taehyung, Seokjin, Jimin-"
"Shh..." He hushed you. "Are you betraying me? I thought you were my fucking fan." He was slightly 'concerned' as he might put it, at your words. You hung out with other guys? Other drivers at that?
"Jealous are we?" You smirked connecting foreheads with him. The movie you were meant to watch was long forgotten. You shuffled a bit more making him whimper.
You were already too much for him, he would not be able to restrain himself. Heck, he didn't want to at this point.
"No, ofcourse not. Why would I be jealous?" He buried his face in your neck as you chuckled. "And stop fucking moving before I ram into you without any warning."
Oh, you realised it now. He was hard beneath you. You could feel how big he was. You grinded on him a little to test the waters, earning another sound from him.
You gasped as you felt a sudden kiss followed by a sharp bite on your neck.
"Jungkoo-"
"Please, baby." His voice was all raspy and groggy sending shivers all across your body. "Please let me fuck you."
You didn't need to reply, you just had to grind. And you did. He threw his head back onto the couch as you continued to rub against him.
You reached out to kiss him. Both of you had made out before. You had lusted over each other before but that moment, knowing the proceeding act you were going to do, it was different.
Jungkook was a bit reluctant, a bit too scared that he might hurt you. But you showed no signs of stopping.
"Fuck me..." You said between the kisses, "Please, Jungkook, I can't take it anymore."
He pulled away, "Are you sure, baby? I'll try to go easy."
"No." You smiled, "Let go, don't hold yourself. Use me, Jungkook."
Oh, how hard he got by only those words. His pupils darkened, and he grabbed you by your chin roughly planting a small kiss on your lips biting the lower one as he pulled away.
Jungkook held you by your hips and lifted you up taking you to his sanctuary, his bedroom.
Gently placing you on the bed while kissing, he didn't want to let go. He couldn't let go.
Your hand went between you two grabbing his belt and trying to undo it. Jungkook being his impatient ass, grabbed one of your hands to stop you and did it himself.
He suddenly got up and walked towards the other side of the bed looking for something in his drawer. You whined at the empty feeling, if anything you wanted to be in his embrace for longer.
"What are you looking for? A dildo?" You asked turning over onto your front.
"Why would I have a dildo, I'm probably bigger than those" He pulled out a speaker from the drawer.
"Are you for real?"
"I don't know, I just feel like it."
Fine, you were willing to roll with it as long as he put on fuckable songs. And you knew his music taste was immaculate.
He connected his phone meanwhile you had discarded your clothes leaving you in your lingerie much to Jungkook's surprise when he turned around.
"Shit..." He murmured, crawling his way toward your frame.
His first track was moderately sensual. Just an instrumental so who knows what song. But it seemed to you he got even more turned on by it. Little did you know it was you who caused that.
"I know, I don't have the modelesque features you're used to, bu-"
"Are you kidding with me? You're literally the prettiest girl out there. I'd prefer to see you everyday single fucking day over any other woman."
He gently pushed you onto the bed, giving you a slight peck while he's at it.
"Let me worship you, yeah?" He said making you gush with juices.
Jungkook had understood you so well, he knew what words to use, what gestures to do in order to make you lose your cool. He had never even touched you but he knew you like the back of his hand.
He splayed butterfly kisses across your neck, biting and licking a few, more sensitive spots. You were never the quiet type and he enjoyed your moans more than anything.
He swore his heart skipped a beat everytime you said his name. It gave him some sense of being yours.
The music was still slow and sensual matching his pace.
He kissed your body all the way down to the valley of your heaving breasts. Hooking a quick hand under you, he untied your bra removing it all together.
His breath got heavier as he processed the view in front of him. He could cum at the sight without the slightest of touch.
"You're so fucking angelic, Y/n." He leaned in only to take a mild bite of your erected nipple, stretching your skin as he pulled on it with his lips. "My baby." He said, with your nipple still inside his mouth.
"Jungkook..." you gasped and panted at every single one of his touch. Moaning as he paid equal attention to both your boobs, your fingers locked themselves in his smooth blonde-dyed hair.
Neglecting your other breast for a while, his hand moved downwards as he still sucked and lapped at your chest.
Finally reaching to the hem of your underwear and playing with it for a while, Jungkook decides to move his hand inside.
His hand made contact with your clit right away, "So wet, baby, so wet." You could hear the smirk in his voice.
You flinched, it's not like you hadn't touched yourself before, it's just the touch of Jungkook's padded thumb that had you going crazy.
It was known to Jungkook that you were a virgin, part of which was why you were so hesitant to have sex with him.
Oh, but it drove Jungkook over the edge. Getting to be the first and possibly the only person to ever touch you? He was so estatic when he first heard it; he'd never question the meaning of life again.
"It's okay, just trust me yeah?" He let you hold his arm as he came eye level to you, resting his forehead on yours.
At this point the song had changed to a much faster one and who knows how many had passed before this one.
Jungkook knew well to match his speed up with the song. He inked digits dipped in you as the beat dropped sending you over the moon.
"Please, Jungkook. I want your....fuck..."
"What's that, angel? Could you repeat that?" He knew exactly what you meant but it got him off, knowing he was making you so much dumber with just his two of his fingers.
"I-I want your cock." You managed to coax out.
His belt was already undone, he just had to pull his pants down. Which he did along with his hoodie leaving you both in just your underwears.
"I suppose you're ready." He said adding a third finger to the two already plunged inside you. He was knuckles deep sending you into a moaning frenzy.
It was too overwhelming with pain for a second but you managed to calm yourself through it. You didn't think you'd need that much preparation for his dick but you'll soon know you were wrong.
He pulled his fingers out, all of them were very much covered with your juices. He brought his tatted hand in front of your face,
"Suck." He simply demanded. And you followed. The scene itself was so disgusting, it turned both of you on more than before, if that was even possible.
"So good to me, only to me." You released his hand to help discard both of your underwears.
He was certainly big, similar to most of the porn videos you had seen. He was blessed with both length and girth and you had no fucking idea how you were going to fit around him. He smirked seeing you gawk at his length.
The music changed to more of something you knew. A song featured by one of your favourite artists, RM.
"Such a whore for my cock, can't even keep your eyes off of it." His words surprised you, he had never used anything close to a derogatory term for you. He had always been respectful of you. But this change in his words had you excited to say the least.
"It's my property." you said boldly.
"You're my property."
He teased your entrance with his head making you both hiss at the feeling. He put in just the tip to begin with. But the tightness made him double up in pleasure.
~Yeah, it's time to go off-site, smoke sprite~ The music blared through both of your ears.
Jungkook took his chance to bottom out, both moaning in unison.
"Fuck, you're so tight." He said clenching his jaw while your mouth was agape at the warmth inside you.
~Take on my knees~ You were turned on beyond what you thought was humanly possible.
"Gonna cum soon." You vocalized somehow.
"I'm close too."
Your legs were wrapped around his body. His hands crept up to your neck holding you, or rather, choking you. You were beyond gone at this point.
But Jungkook kept thrusting powerfully, practically drooling at the sight of you barely holding on to reality. His leaking cock hit your cervix at every ram.
~Fire to the low, lower, low, ah yeah don't run away~ Her words punctuated Jungkook's thrusts.
"Jungkook, I'm cumming." was all you said before you got tighter around Jungkook making him gasp. But he didn't falter, he kept fucking you deep until your back arched under him. Peppering kisses all over your face, calming you through your orgasm.
It was RM's voice that got you over the edge for some reason.
"That's my baby." He said, kissing your lips. Removing one of his hands from around your neck and hooking it under your thigh, he got a deeper angle.
"Koo... too much..." You panted. Your mouth could barely form legible words.
"Like I care." And honestly, at this point, he didn't. All he wanted to do was cum inside of you. Completely ruin you.
Keeping his pace constant, he was wonder-struck at how well your pussy swallowed him, how your body reacted to his touch, how your belly displayed a bulge going in and out of you.
"Look at....me..." He asked not so politely. You somehow opened your tear-filled eyes to look him straight in the eyes. That's when you heard a faint ringing of bells again. You looked around and at Jungkook to confirm it.
There were tears in his eyes too but not because of the pleasure. Jungkook had just realized how hard he had fallen for you. He was in love with you for sure. And nothing could stop him from confessing right at the spot.
"I am in fucking love with you, Y/n." He whispered and smiled. You could barely hear him, but you did.
"I-I love you too, Jungkook." You weren't hesitant in the slightest.
He leaned down to kiss you for the millionth time that night but then again who was counting?
"I gonna cum inside you okay baby?" You nodded and he released a copious amount of seed inside you. He thrust his cum in deeper, riding out his high.
He plopped down beside you and you both faced each other. He cupped your cheek affectionately, "I love you so much, you have no idea." He planted a soft peck at the tip of your nose making you giggle.
"I bet I love you more." You said kissing his palm which cupped your face.
"One more round?"
"Are you shitting me Jungkook?" Both of you laughed simultaneously, "No, but seriously my dad is gonna kill you if he finds out what we just did."
"Speaking of your dad..." He laughed, "I might just take up his offer."
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Formula One: World Championships 2022
"And please, please, please make a pit stop when its necessary." You said.
"Okay, I get it. I will." Jungkook pulled you in his embrace for one last time before the race. "Promise me you'll take care."
"I'll be fin-"
"Jungkook, let's go. It's time!" Taehyung, Jungkook's teammate yelled from outside the locker room.
"Be at the finish line as I win, I have a surprise for you." He kissed you deeply for a quick second and left after Taehyung.
'10 minutes before I start.' He couldn't hear anyone at the moment, not the screaming fans, not his usually calm new manager, not his coach dragging him to sit in the car.
A shiny McLaren logo above the number 7 on his back was enough a proof that he was a racer.
Maybe the only thing Jungkook heard was a slight horn blowing and he suddenly could hear everything. The imaginary clock in his mind had stopped and the battle had begun.
Your voice was the loudest screaming cheers of encouragement.
He let go of the brakes and as usual, he got the lead, followed by Taehyung. The plan was to get 1st and 2nd ranks for them respectively.
"And number 7 gets back on the track after almost 2 years of hiatus due to his accident."
"That's right." The other commentator chimes in, "Ferrari seems to have let a gem go."
"He'll be perfectly fine." Your father patted your shoulder relaxing you.
"I know, but it's his first time, I don't know I can't help but feel nervous for him, dad."
Turned out all your father ever wanted from Jungkook was for him to join his company.
Jungkook had gotten closer to McLaren drivers due to them being your friends. He was much less jealous. You finally saw a side of Jungkook that wasn't selfish or arrogant when he was with them.
Ever since Jungkook joined Mclaren, the press and the fans went crazy. Everyone wanted to get a piece of Jungkook with his new partner.
This in turn generated a lot of publicity and money, Jungkook had practically saved your father's falling business and stocks.
"He has you now, he won't be so careless this time, trust me."
"I would sure hope so." You smiled looking at the racing cars in front of you.
It was around the 25th lap and Jungkook had just come in for a pit stop. He was barely there for 5 seconds but he made sure to spot you and blow you a kiss at the bleachers. Even though he had his helmet on, it was clear what he intended to do.
Many fans surrounding you didn't know who you were and assumed it was for them, screaming at the act of endearment. You felt weird not having people know Jungkook was yours.
The rest of the race majorly included a couple more stops and just sitting around hoping your boyfriend wouldn't cause any mishap again.
Jungkook and Taehyung maintained their positions throughout the race ensuring their wins.
"Jungkook, what the fuck?" His coach shouted through the comm. "Slow down a bit, you'll burst a tire again."
It was the final lap and Jungkook was supposed to speed up but only so much so that he was in the first place. However, he had other plans.
Winning was something he had done a ton of times. But setting a record was something Jungkook had rarely done.
He sped up almost bumping into another driver earning some oh's from the crowd.
He was already in the first position and had a clear road ahead of him and he wanted to make this a recording breaking lap.
280 was a new high for him.
"Um, dad he's not slowing down." You gripped your father's hand tightly
"He'll be fine..... I think." You both were seated on the VIP bleachers.
"Jungkook, slow down!" His coach yelled. But he didn't want to listen.
"Woooo, it's 320, coach." Jungkook howled.
Everyone held their breaths, the fans, the team, the coach, you... They could just anticipate the well being of Jungkook.
"And this is just in, Jungkook had broke his previous record for the fastest speed ever in F1 races by going 360 Kmph." The commentator said through the microphones. "A legendary man indeed."
Finally reaching the end of the race, Jungkook came first only to be followed by Taehyung almost a minute later.
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You ran towards a tired Jungkook, hugging him in front of millions. The crowd roared in chaos. Who was this girl? And more importantly, McLaren won over all the other companies.
"I'm so glad you're okay." You hugged the man tighter than what's humanly possible and he reciprocated, dropping the helmet in his hand.
"That was..." He started
"That was stupid." You slapped his chest only to further bury yourself into him.
"I know, I'm sorry, but hey, I won." He lifted you up by your waist and spun you around making you squeak.
"Jeon Jungkook, put me down!" It's not like he hadn't done this before. But seeing his boldness to do it in front of people surprised you. You of all people should've known by now that Jungkook would do anything to flex you off.
He let you down and took a step back. A teammate brought him a microphone on cue making you confused.
"Kim Y/n." He said. The whole stadium could hear him. Everyone seemed to go nuts over hearing their idol's voice.
"Jungkook, what are yo-"
"Kim Y/n, I- uh thought I had this covered. But I forgot half the lines I had prepared so Imma just wing it." He chuckled.
"I never believed in myself truly. I was always the arrogant, selfish one in the lot. Always being alone, always being neglected because no one wanted to deal with me. But when I met you, I couldn't help but change for the better. I didn't believe in soulmates. I never thought I meet mine because she simply didn't exist and I was bound to be alone. But I'm not. Loneliness was something I got used to until you showed up. You were mean to me at times, correcting me as we went."
You were in tears at this point, smiling through the tears of relief. Relief that you had him, relief that it was you who could call him yours.
"And I believe in soulmates now because I found mine. Through trial and error I became a better person. All for you. And I love you, more than you could ever imagine. So, Y/n..."
He got down on one knee, but you weren't shocked. You had read through the lines when he began talking.
"I've had this in my pocket while driving." He laughed as he pulled out a small velvet box. "Probably shouldn't have down that."
"No you shouldn't have." You agreed and laughed with him.
"But would you do me the honors by marrying me?"
You couldn't even bother looking at the ring he held in his hand. You bent down and kissed him with all you had. Forgetting you were in front of millions of his fans, forgetting your father might kill you, forgetting everything else but him.
You could hear the crowds going absolutely bonkers with the scene unraveling in front of them. The two of you were on the big screen.
Jungkook placed the mic down and cupped your cheek wiping off the tears that rolled down along it.
"I love you." You said.
"I'll take that as a yes."
You nodded, "Ofcourse, you dummie. It's a yes."
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Update: 20.01.2023
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