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When You See My Base Line - Pt 4 (Final)

Part 4 of 4

Pairing: Jung Hoseok/Reader

Genre: Multi-chapter smut

Rating: Explicit

Word count: ~2800 words

Warnings: Sex, drooling over Hoseok's perfect face and body

Summary: You and nude model Hoseok finally put the velvet chaise in the art room to good use.

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Hobi: Out walking Mickey, look at this cute squirrel!

You: Aww, it kinda reminds me of you… 

Hobi: 😳😂

You spend the next few days glued to your phone. Hoseok keeps up a steady stream of emoji-laden texts with cute anecdotes from his dance classes for kids and pictures of his fluffy little dog, Mickey, while you share the latest gossip from Ashley and snaps of your trip to a park to sketch. And you’ve bonded over a shared love of taking pictures of your food--somehow Hoseok managed to make a picture of Panda Express orange chicken look magazine-quality without filters. But you haven’t yet managed to actually get together to share a meal, despite your best efforts.

You: Going to that bar by the rec center with Ashley, do you and Namjoon want to meet us out?

Hobi: Wish I could, but have to cover the 4 year old ballet class, the teacher is out sick 🤧

You: Boo, I wanted Namjoon and Ashley to meet each other!

Hobi: Oh, is that all… you don’t want to see me???? 💔

You: Nah, I’m good. 😝

Hoseok has been crazy busy with his full-time job as a choreographer and his nighttime dance classes at the rec center, while you’ve been working a few late nights for a big work project, so you haven’t been able to see him in person. But that hasn’t slowed down your texting in the slightest. Hoseok’s cute selfies are a consistent bright spot in your day.

Hobi: New jacket, what do you think?? <picture>

You: Looks amazing!! But are you wearing yellow shorts with it?

Hobi: Thought you loved the yellow shorts 😘

Not all of the texts were so innocent. There was the night he wasn’t able to meet you at the bar, so you decided to send him a little reminder that he still owed you something…

You: You still haven’t returned them, Hobi.

Hobi: ???? Returned what?

You: Look how empty my drawer is. <picture>

Hobi: Ohh.. thought you proved the other night that you don’t need to wear any.

You: But those are my favorite pair.

Hobi: Looks like you have plenty of other nice pairs right there.

You: I want these.

Hobi: Yeah? How about a little trade?

You: <picture>

Hobi: Good girl. <picture>

That had been a very satisfying evening, but by the time the next art class rolls around, you’re pent up with longing and anticipation to see Hoseok again.

When you walk into the classroom, Hoseok greets you with a beaming smile and a casual hug. As he wraps his arms around your waist, he leans in and whispers into your ear, “Can you stick around after class today?”

You blink up at him. “Sure, I’m free.” You sound equally as casual, but your heart rate is starting to pick up.

“Good.” he gives you a squeeze and a wink and then disentangles himself, whipping out his phone. “Look at what Mickey did earlier, he was adorable…” His cologne lingers in the air as you will yourself to calm down. What is he up to?

As always, the art class speeds by fairly quickly once you’re in the sketching zone. You’re working on your final drawing of Hoseok, who has his back turned to you and your classmates, showing off his defined back, narrow waist, and muscular ass. During the breaks, as he chatters away to Namjoon, you can’t help but wonder what he has planned for afterwards.

Finally, 2 hours have gone by, and Namjoon calls the class to a close. As you slowly pack up your satchel while your classmates file out of the room, Taehyung turns your way. “Are you in for the bar tonight?”

You stutter. “Um, no, I think I’ll pass tonight.”

Taehyung frowns in disappointment. “Boo, why not?” You can’t help but look over at Hoseok, but Jimin jabs Taehyung with a sharp elbow.

“Don’t interrogate her, Tae. She obviously has other plans.” Jimin links elbows with him, steering him towards the door. Jimin looks back at you and makes an obscene expression with his tongue. “We’ll see you next time, byyyyye!”

Willing the blush out of your cheeks, you busy yourself with putting your pencils away in your bag. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Namjoon with a mulish expression on his face, shaking his head at Hoseok. However, Hoseok leans in and whispers something into Namjoon’s ear. Whatever he says brings a reluctant smile to Namjoon’s face.

Finally, Namjoon digs a key out of his pocket and hands it to Hoseok. “We’re even, ok?” He grabs his bag and heads out of the classroom with a nod to you, leaving you and Hoseok alone for the first time.

“What was that all about?”

“Namjoon owed me.” Hoseok leans back on the velvet chaise, looking relaxed but in perfect control. You can’t help but follow the way his robe rides up his thighs as he casually spreads his legs. Naturally, Hoseok notices where you’re looking. “Didn’t look your fill earlier?”

Maddeningly, you blush again. Despite having gotten this man off--and having him get you off--he manages to fluster you like nobody else.

Hoseok pats his thighs invitingly. “Why don’t you come a bit closer?” As you start to approach him, he speaks again. “But leave the clothes behind.”

You stop in your tracks. Say what?

Hoseok smirks, blatantly looking you up and down. “You’ve gotten to see my body so many times at this point. Don’t you think it’s time to return the favor?” He leans forward, propping his elbows on his knees, watching you intently.

“Here?” you look behind you at the door, which is firmly shut. The hallway beyond is dark, Namjoon clearly having turned off the lights behind himself. The lightbulb dawns over your head--this is what Hoseok got the key for. You look back at him.

“Here.”

The clear desire in Hoseok’s eyes makes you brave. Never breaking eye contact, you slowly strip your clothes off, one piece at a time, until you’re standing directly in front of him in nothing but your lacy panties. He tears his eyes away from your hard nipples to raise an eyebrow at you.

“I thought you might like to take these off yourself, since you still haven’t returned my other pair.” You cock your hip, sending him a smirk of your own as he brings his hands up to encircle your waist.

Hoseok growls. “I’ll buy you five more pairs if you let me do this.” He hooks his fingers into your panties and tears them off in one smooth motion. 

“Hobi!” you shriek in surprise, your face turning red. 

“Yes, baby?” He calmly tosses the shreds to the side, and takes you by the hips again, pulling you down into his lap. 

You try to scowl at him, but he kisses you firmly, stroking his tongue against yours. All the thoughts fly out of your head as he caresses your back and sides with his slender hands. “God, you’re beautiful,” he mutters lowly, ducking his head down to kiss your shoulder. You’re getting the front of his robe wet as you grind down into his lap.  

“Says the art model,” you shoot back at him. Pulling back a bit, you fumble with the knot of Hoseok’s belt, pulling the sides of his robe apart. Once his chest is revealed, you press back up against him, sighing at the feeling of his bare skin against yours. But before you can enjoy it for too long, he flips you around until you’re on your back on the chaise, blinking up at him. The casual display of his strength sends a tingle throughout your entire body.

Hoseok sits back on his knees in front of the chaise, shrugging his robe off his shoulders until he’s as bare as you. His cock hardens as he fully takes in the sight of you lying on the chaise. “You deserve to be the one who’s up here, but I have to admit... I like being the only one who gets to see you like this.” Hoseok leans forward, taking one of your ankles in his hand.  Slowly pulling you down the chaise towards himself, he trails his lips up your leg, sending little shivers throughout your entire body. He stops to nibble at your inner thigh before sucking--hard.  

“Oh god--Hoseok--” You instinctively reach out towards him, but he grabs your wrists in each hand, pinning your arms down onto the chaise while he continues to suck and bite your sensitive skin.

You wriggle and whimper underneath him, but Hoseok doesn’t let up until he’s marked up your thighs thoroughly. Letting go of your wrists, he surveys your dazed expression with a gleam of satisfaction in his dark eyes.  

“Gorgeous.” He licks his lips and leans in close to where you’re spread open, dying for his touch on you. Just before reaching your clit, he looks up and pins you with his intense stare. “Put your hands above your head -- and keep them there.” 

You’re too turned on to even think of ignoring his command. Slowly, you raise your hands above your head, feeling your nipples harden in the cool air as you arch your back, trying to get closer to his tantalizing mouth.

Finally, Hoseok brushes his lips against your dripping center, slowly dragging his tongue up from your hole to your clit. As you cry out, Hoseok licks his lips again. “You taste as good as I remembered.” He flickers his tongue up and down your lips, dipping it in and out of your center to lick up your wetness before returning his attention to your clit. He alternates between light touches and sucks, never quite letting you come to completion.

You can’t take it anymore. Having enough of being teased, you finally grab his hair.

“Hobi, please,” your voice already sounds completely wrecked. His gaze gets impossibly darker as he sees the effect he’s had on you.

“You have two choices,” he slowly caresses the marks he’s left on your inner thighs. “You can come now, or you can wait until I fuck you.”

Your pussy clenches. “I want you inside me. Now.” 

He allows you to use your grip on his hair to pull him up your body, but once he’s hovering over you on the chaise, he takes your wrist and pins your arm down above your head again. “Then be a good girl, and I’ll give you what you want.” 

You obediently bring your other arm up and leave your hands above your head, watching as he gets a condom out of his robe pocket--so, he planned this-- and rolls it on. 

Returning to the chaise, Hoseok kneels over you, coaxing your legs to wrap around his waist. He slides into you slowly, watching your reactions, until he’s fully seated, his hips pressed up against you. He pauses. “This okay, baby?”

You come this close to coming at the feeling of finally having him inside you.

 You nod breathlessly. “Feels amazing. You’re amazing.” 

Hoseok smiles brightly before the dark, intent look takes over his face again. “Then hang on.” And he starts fucking you with his dancer’s rhythm. Minutes stretch out into what feels like hours as you cling to him, feeling him pressed up to you head to toe.

There’s only one word for it--intense. There’s a lot of power behind his hips as he grinds into you, perfectly filling you up with every inch. It’s almost good enough to get you there untouched, but you need just a little bit more. You squeeze your legs a bit more tightly around his waist, trying to get even closer to him.

Reading your expression, Hoseok effortlessly shifts his weight to one arm, his bicep popping as he raises himself up a bit to look at you. He brushes a lock of hair out of your eyes with his free hand before trailing it down your body. “Need something, baby?” He tweaks your nipple in tandem with a sharp thrust, forcing a gasp out of your throat.  

“I need you… faster. Harder.” Wrapping your arms around his neck, you try to pull him back down on top of you, but he only brushes his lips against yours before propping himself up again. A little whine escapes your lips, bringing a smirk to his face. All the while, he’s fucking into you with a steady pace, never letting up for a moment. “I’m so close.” Your eyes are starting to water from being on the edge for so long.

With his free hand, he unwinds one of your arms from around his neck, bringing your hand down to where you’re joined together. “Make yourself feel good, baby, just like you’re making me feel so good. Take what you need.” He’s starting to sound breathless, but his hips never stutter.

Hoseok finally takes his gaze off your face, watching you as you start to rub your clit in little motions. Bracing himself on both hands, he bows his head and starts to speed up his pace, pulling out and snapping his full length back into you in smooth strokes. He bites his full lower lip in concentration, never letting up even as both of your moans and gasps start to fill the air around you. 

You rake your other hand down his back, feeling the powerful muscles as he works himself into you, settling your grip on his ass. You’re feeling good on multiple levels between your fingers on your throbbing clit, the stroke of his cock hitting all the right spots inside you, and the sight of his face lost in pleasure as he watches the spot where you’re joined. 

It’s been a long buildup to this moment where you’re fucking on the same velvet chaise where you originally admired his golden skin and lean muscles. 

When Hoseok’s gaze snaps back to yours, you get lost in his intense eyes, one final circle of your fingers tipping you over the edge into your climax. Your pussy squeezes around him as he leans down and captures your lips with his, muffling his low moans as he finally loses his rhythm and thrusts into you one last time.

You kiss him for a few long moments, feeling his chest heaving against yours, both of you slowly coming down from your climaxes. When his arms start to shake from the exertion of keeping himself propped up, Hoseok gently pulls out of you and rolls over, flopping down onto the side of the chaise next to you but staying close. 

His bangs are damp with sweat and his lips are swollen and glistening from your kisses. You’re struck with the sudden urge to get your sketchbook--he’s never looked more gorgeous than he does right now. “I wish I could draw this moment.” you can’t help but share. 

Hoseok laughs, tracing a finger down the side of your face before pressing a kiss to your temple. “I wish I could draw at all.” 

“Oh, so there’s something you’re not good at?” 

Hoseok laughs again, a bit shyer, hiding his face in your neck. “So, was this worth the wait?” 

It’s your turn to laugh. “Hobi, I’m pretty sure I’ve been waiting for this since the moment I saw you in those yellow shorts.”

***

A few weeks later, you’re standing in front of Namjoon in your final art class. He hands you your sketchbook with a dimpled smile. “The progress you’ve shown is really incredible! You have so much life and energy in your lines, and you really nailed the anatomy, especially in the musculature.”

You think back to your favorite model and his defined quadriceps and leg muscles. “I had a lot of inspiration, I guess.”

Namjoon looks at you earnestly. “Will you be taking more art classes? I think you’d kill it in Advanced Sketching.”

You blush in pleasure, but shake your head. “I really enjoyed this class, but I’m actually going to try something a little different next semester -- dance classes.”

“Dance? Why dance?”

You shrug. “I’ve heard good things about the instructor…”

A loud laugh interrupts you from the door. “Oh yeah, what kind of things?” Hoseok leans against the doorframe, his heart-shaped grin lighting up the entire room.

“Oh, you know… talented, patient, kind...” You saunter up to him. 

Namjoon rolls his eyes fondly. “OK, get outta here. I’ll see you two at the bar?”

Hoseok wraps an arm around your waist, tossing Namjoon a finger heart. “See you there!”

You wave goodbye to Namjoon and lean into Hoseok’s side, getting a good whiff of his sunshiney scent as you walk down the hallway together. “I wasn’t done…”

Hoseok looks down at you, amused. “What else?”

“I also heard the instructor looks really hot in yellow shorts.”

~fin~

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When You See My Base Line - Pt 3

Part 3 of 4

Pairing: Jung Hoseok/Reader

Genre: Multi-chapter smut

Rating: Explicit

Word count:~3,500 words

Warnings: Alcohol, swearing, slight exhibitionism, oral, drooling over Hoseok's perfect face and body

Summary: After nude art model Hoseok leaves you in a puddle against your apartment door, you decide to turn the tables.

Navigation: part 1 | part 2 | part 4

“He did what?!” Ashley shrieks. You wince, pulling the phone away from your ear. 

“Don’t make me repeat it,” you beg. “I’m embarrassed enough already.” You curl your legs up underneath you, sinking further back into your couch. 

Ashley laughs. “Why should you be embarrassed? It’s fucking hot. I’m jealous. I can’t believe he made off with your panties!”

A day has gone by since Hoseok walked you home and got you off, and you’re debriefing with your best friend. You haven’t been able to get it out of your head--the way he took you to pieces with his hands, and then left before you could return the favor. Did you do something wrong? You needed Ashley’s blunt take on the situation.

You whine into the phone. “But why did he leave?” You take another sip of your glass of rosé. 

“Look, I can’t tell you for sure what’s going on in his head. But he told you he wanted to come in, but had an early class to teach, right?”

“Yeah… he said neither of us would get any sleep if he came in.” His words were practically emblazoned in your mind. You blush a bit, remembering the heated look in his eyes.

Ashley squeals. “Seriously, JEALOUS! Why don’t I have any hot men or women fingering me up against my door?!”

“Ashley, come on…”

“Okay, okay. In all seriousness, I think you should take him at his word. He had fun, you definitely had fun, and he said you’ll see him again?” 

“Yeah, he’s still the model for the next couple of classes, I think.” 

You can hear Ashley taking a gulp of her wine over the line. “Perfect. You have a panty theft to avenge, so here’s what you need to do. You need to turn the tables on him…” she chuckles evilly. 

You’re going to need more wine for this...

***

You take a deep breath before walking into your next art class. For the past few days, your mind has been filled with nothing but Hoseok, Hoseok, Hoseok. You wonder if you haven’t been building him up in your mind a little too much in the haze of a really good orgasm, so you’re a little nervous about what the evening holds. 

Pushing through the door, you immediately see Hoseok, talking to Taehyung up at the front of the room. Oh shit, you definitely weren’t building him up too much--he might be even hotter tonight.  He’s already in his flimsy grey robe, with the belt loosely knotted around his narrow waist. You’re hit with a visceral memory of wrapping your arm around that waist, the smell of his cologne, and the warmth of his body.  

You’re so caught up in your reverie, you almost run into Jimin, who’s giving you an annoyingly smug smile.  You try to scoot around him, but he leans over and hisses into your ear. “I guess I don’t have to ask if you had fun the other night, huh?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you hiss back, painfully aware that Taehyung and Hoseok have both turned in your direction. 

Jimin raises his eyebrows and jerks his chin at Hoseok. “So you’re telling me that wasn’t you?”

You look over at Hoseok again, who’s tossing his head back in laughter at something Taehyung’s just said. The motion exposes a large, incriminating mark high on his neck, just below his jawline. You’re thrown into another memory of biting Hoseok’s neck to muffle your moans while he was making you come. Jimin’s smile gets even more smug. Whoops.

Your cheeks flush hotly as you make eye contact with Hoseok, who coyly raises a hand to wave at you. He blows you a kiss and then turns back to Taehyung, who’s still enthusiastically chattering about something. Hoseok casually runs his hand along his neck, ostensibly to scratch an itch, drawing more attention to the purple mark. You can see his bright smile dropping into a decidedly darker smirk, even as he pretends to pay attention to Taehyung. 

Your rapt attention is only broken by the sound of Jimin’s evil little giggles behind you. That settles it--you’re going to make this man beg.  Newly filled with determination, you slide into a seat in front and center, directly in front of the chaise set up for the model. You’re ready to recapture a little bit of power in this situation, if you can just find the right moment to enact the plan you and Ashley came up with.

***

Tonight, Hoseok isn’t actually fully nude. Namjoon’s theme for the evening is “Examining the juxtaposition of cloth with the human body,” so Hoseok is reclining on the chaise with his robe shrugged off his shoulders, cloth loosely bunched up around his midsection, leaving his toned chest and limbs bare to your gaze. Maddeningly, he keeps choosing positions that expose his long neck, with the bruise--that you left--standing out against his smooth skin. The only benefit is that he’s looking up at the ceiling, so you can focus on your sketchbook instead of his eyes.

Finally, Namjoon calls for a short break before the 45-minute pose. Hoseok pulls himself to a sitting position, wrapping his robe around himself again and tightening the belt a bit. He softly calls your name, but Namjoon swoops in, waving a phone in his face with a picture of a puppy pulled up on it. Hoseok reluctantly turns his attention away from you, but that brief moment of eye contact was enough to send another rush of heat through your body. It’s time to act.  You spring up from your seat and head out of the classroom.

A little ways down the hall, there’s a single-user bathroom. Locking the door behind yourself, you stare at yourself in the mirror. Are you really going to do this? A montage of images flashes through your mind--Hoseok kissing you against your door, Ashley squealing into her wine on the phone with you, Jimin giggling at you, Hoseok flashing his hickey with a sly smile on his face. You’re going to do this.  

You fluff your hair, adjust your bra, and smooth your skirt down over your hips--and then in one quick motion, you slide your panties off and slip them into your skirt pocket. Standing up straight again, you give yourself an encouraging thumbs up in the mirror, and head back out of the bathroom before you can lose your nerve. 

You carefully slide back into your seat, making sure not to let your skirt ride up. You primly cross your legs together, take a deep breath in, and set your sketchpad and pencil back in front of you. You’re ready for the next sketching session to begin.

***

The setup couldn’t have worked out more perfectly if Ashley had been the instructor. For the final pose, Namjoon has Hoseok sitting spread-legged on the chaise, leaning forward with his elbows propped on his knees. His fingers are loosely interlaced together and resting on the bundled up robe in between his legs. Hoseok is relaxed, his thoughtful expression pulling his lips into a gentle frown.  He’s currently staring off into space, but he’s perfectly positioned for a good view under your desk… you just need to get him to look in the right place. 

Ten minutes into the pose, you feel like you’re starting to lose circulation to your legs, with how tightly you’re crossing them. You’re starting to get wet, rhythmically squeezing your thighs together to ease some of the pressure in your aching core. You yearn to have Hoseok sliding his fingers into you again, but first things first. 

You deliberately let the pencil slip out of your fingers. It falls to the floor with a loud clatter, drawing the attention of everyone around you--including Hoseok. With a quiet mutter of “Sorry,”, you push your chair back a bit and bend down to the side, uncrossing your legs and scooping up the pencil. Checking that your seatmates have turned their attention back to their sketchbooks, you slowly drag the pencil up your left calf, spreading your legs as you sit back up. You can feel cool air in between your legs as your skirt rides up. Finally daring to look at Hoseok, you see him staring fixedly underneath your desk. He swallows heavily. Bingo. You’ve got him.

You stretch your legs as far apart as you can get away with underneath the desk. Your pussy is throbbing with excitement, but you keep a straight face as you put your pencil back to paper. Every few seconds, when you look back up, Hoseok is still staring. His face is starting to look a little flushed, and you see his knuckles turn white as he squeezes his hands together compulsively.

However, Hoseok is still doing too good a job of remaining professional. It’s time to up your game. Keeping your pencil in one hand, you slowly reach your other hand underneath the desk to stroke up your sensitive inner thigh. You watch Hoseok carefully, focusing on the bundle of cloth underneath his hands. Is he starting to get hard?

Peeking at his face again, you meet his eyes. His intense stare could melt lava--it’s hotter than your center. As his stare snaps back down to in between your legs, you oh-so-slowly, carefully, slide your index finger up your lower lips to circle your clit. Your breath hitches as you repress a little gasp--but Hoseok doesn’t miss it. His expression cracks as he bites his lower lip, pink tongue sweeping out to wet it. You bring your hand back up to your mouth, slipping your wet finger into your mouth. At this, Hoseok audibly groans. 

Namjoon, who was leaning over Taehyung’s shoulder to look at his sketchbook, snaps his head up at the little sound. “Hobi, everything okay, man?”

Hoseok shudders. If you weren’t watching so closely, you’d miss that he’s subtly pressing the cloth into his crotch. He shakes his head, bites his lip again. He doesn’t look at you as he tells Namjoon, “I’m feeling a little queasy all of a sudden, must be the Chinese I had for dinner. Can we take a quick break?” His lips turn down into a frown.

Namjoon looks concerned, but nods his assent. “Of course, take the time you need.” He addresses you and your classmates.  “We’ll break for 15 minutes. Let’s use this time to review what you’ve drawn so far, and figure out what you still need to work on when Hobi’s ready to resume his pose.” Your art teacher starts to approach Hoseok, but Hoseok is already wrapping the robe around his waist, being very careful to keep his midsection out of sight. Giving you one last burning look, he speeds out of the classroom.

Namjoon scrubs a hand through his hair, looking completely baffled as the class bursts out into chatter and discussion. He looks at you, but you’ve already primly crossed your legs, reviewing your drawing like nothing out of the ordinary has happened.  You can feel Jimin’s knowing stare burning a hole into the side of your face, but you resolutely refuse to make eye contact with him.

To be safe, you let a minute or two go by before pulling your phone out of your bag. You bring it up to your ear, pretending to receive a call. 

“Oh hi, Ashley, what’s wrong?” You smoothly slide out of your seat, keeping your legs close together despite the stickiness you can feel in between them. You nod to Namjoon and head towards the door, keeping up a one-sided conversation on your phone. You’ve got some unfinished business to take care of.

***

You ease the bathroom door open for the second time tonight. As you slip in, you see Hoseok standing at the sink, splashing water on his face. While his eyes are closed, you take a moment to appreciate the way he swipes his damp bangs out of his face. His eyelashes are inky smudges against his cheekbones, and his cheeks are nearly as red as his lips. He’s one of the most gorgeous men you’ve ever seen--and you’re causing this effect on him. It’s intoxicating.

You lock the door behind you with an audible click, causing Hoseok’s eyes to snap open. As he looks at you, his face immediately darkens, with a dangerous glint in his eyes. His eyebrows are drawn together almost as if he’s in pain, and his pupils are totally blown. 

As you advance on Hoseok, you get a glimpse of yourself in the mirror again. Your cheeks are flushed and your lips are wet, but your expression is composed and calm. You feel powerful… in control. It’s your turn to make this man a panting mess. Hoseok isn’t going to know what hit him.

Turning back to him, you meet his dark eyes. He looks pissed. “What the hell was that, back there?”

You fix him with a deliberately innocent look. “What do you mean? I’m just checking up on you after you rushed out of the classroom.”  You can see the substantial bulge underneath his thin robe as he turns away from the sink towards you.

Hoseok fixes you with a narrow eyed look, deliberately patting his face dry with a paper towel. “Did you forget something when getting dressed today?”

You smile sweetly in response, adjusting your skirt. “Something happened to my last pair of underwear, and I didn’t have time to do laundry.” 

Hoseok drags his eyes back up from your bare legs. “Is that so?”

You step closer, noticing that he’s breathing heavily despite his cool words. You slowly run your fingers down the velvety skin revealed by the deep v-neck of his robe. Little goosebumps spring up in the wake of your touch. 

Hoseok firmly takes your wrist, stopping your hand before you reach the belt of his robe. Looking into his eyes again, you start to fall under the power of his intense stare, as he looks down his sloped nose at you. He growls at you. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

Standing this close to him, feeling the warm puffs of his breath on your skin and his long, smooth fingers clasped around your wrist, you’re quickly losing control of the situation. He lets go of your wrist and brings both of his hands to your hips, squeezing them firmly. Your lips are a hair’s breadth apart and your eyes start to flutter shut, when you hear his breath hitch.

Looking at Hoseok again, you see him biting his full lower lip while feeling your curves under the thin skirt. The rare sight of his nerves breaks your spell, and you suddenly remember your original plan, which is to completely wreck him. 

It’s your turn to halt the path of his hands before he can slip them underneath your skirt. You take his hands in yours, pulling him close enough to feel his cock rub up against you. “I am enjoying myself… but it looks like you could use a little help here,” you whisper into his ear. A shudder runs through his frame.

Slowly grinding yourself up against his cock, you pull his hands back to your ass before reaching your own hands up to his neck. You slowly bring your lips to the love bite, trailing your tongue against it before sucking--hard.

Hoseok moans lowly. “What are you doing to me?” 

“I’m taking care of you.” You pull back far enough to gently spin him around and push him against the bathroom door. He goes easily but stares down his nose at you, eyes nearly black and lips glistening. You finally get your hands on his belt and undo the knot. You slowly push his robe apart, revealing the golden skin of his lean torso. You duck down to trail your lips down his chest, detouring to swirl your tongue around one dark nipple. 

Hoseok’s head knocks against the door as he moans again at the feeling. His flat stomach quivers as you continue your path downwards, kissing his skin while you drop to your knees. You squeeze the powerful muscles of his thighs as you finally come face to face with his hard cock,. You lick your lips at the sight. This is what you’ve been waiting to get your hands on, since that night in front of your apartment door.

Looking up, there’s no sign of a smirk on his face this time. He’s enraptured, watching you as you grasp his cock in one hand, swiping precum off the tip with your thumb. He starts to reach out one hand to your hair, but visibly pulls it back, biting his lip against another moan. 

“Go ahead. I don’t want you to hold back.” You squeeze his hand in yours as you tilt his cock up in the other hand and wrap your lips around the dripping tip. He’s hot and smooth in your mouth as he shakily gasps out your name and tangles the fingers of his free hand in your hair.

As he uses his grip to gently push you further onto his cock, you stroke the little divots in his hips. You can feel the coiled power in his body as he continues to hold himself back. But much to your pleasure, you can hear him gasping and moaning above your head as you swirl your tongue around the tip of his cock. Pulling off briefly, you lick the taste off your lips, making eye contact with him again. He’s staring at you like you’ve hung the moon, which is frankly a major ego boost. “Please… don’t stop. Feels so good.”

Who are you to deny his request? You let him guide you back onto his cock, encouraging him to thrust into your mouth with a firm grip on his hips. He’s filling you up until all you can see and taste and hear and feel is Hoseok, losing control above you. Your pussy is absolutely aching to be filled and your nipples are hard against your shirt, but you’re enjoying the power you have over him too much to take your hands off of him.

You double your efforts, licking and sucking and stroking, but it’s not until you moan around his cock that he finally loses it, stuttering out your name and jerking forward. He tugs your hair tightly, holding you in place as a bitter taste fills your mouth. As his grip loosens, you slowly draw your mouth off his cock, licking his cum off your lips and swallowing it down. 

Hoseok sags against the door as you rock back on your heels, bringing yourself back up to a standing position. He shakes his head in disbelief. “Seriously… what the hell was that?”

You wipe your mouth smugly. “Just a little payback for the panty theft.”

Hoseok stares at you for a beat before breaking out into a laugh. His eyes scrunch up into little circles before he pulls you into a deep kiss. “You’re amazing. I wasn’t expecting that.” He pulls you closer to him, licking into your mouth. You let yourself sink into the kiss, enjoying the feeling of him pressed up against you, but pull back when he tries to slip his hands under your skirt once more.

“Hobi, I don’t think we have time for that,” you reluctantly say, checking the time on your phone. “Don’t we have to get back to the class?”

Hoseok groans. “I can’t believe it. I’ve never been so unprofessional during an art class before. Namjoon’s going to kill me.”  You simply smirk and pull your panties out of your pocket, putting them back on as Hoseok thumps his head against the door again. “You’re a demon.”

You smile happily and peck his lips. “I’m not as bad as you. You still owe me a pair of underwear.” You’re soaking into your current pair, and dying to get off, but you’ll have plenty of fuel for your fantasies in bed tonight.

Hoseok narrows his eyes at you, flipping from silly to intense once again. “Give me your phone.”

You hand your phone over, watching as he puts his contact info in, adding a little pleading emoji to his name. Cute. 

He sends himself a quick text and gives the phone back to you. “Now we have each other’s numbers, let me get myself back together and try to finish out this class.”

You head back into the classroom a few minutes ahead of Hoseok. You’re trying to maintain your cover that nothing has happened, but you’re not sure how successful you are. Jimin and Taehyung try to give you high fives as you sit back in your seat, while Namjoon looks pissed, his eyebrows drawn together into a suspicious glare. 

While you settle your art supplies in front of you, Hoseok slips back into the room, looking pulled together and composed once again. However, he sends you a quick grin as he settles back onto the chaise, little dimples popping into his cheeks. 

At the end of class, your phone pings with a notification: “Namjoon’s letting me live for now... but I’m not letting tonight go unpunished.”  You’re fucked--hopefully.

| read part 4

[magicsmutshop]

Your Stars in the Milky Way

Pairing: Kim Taehyung/Park Jimin/Reader

Genre: Smutty one-shot

Rating: Explicit

Word count: ~5800

Warnings: Sex pollen (and the dubious consent that goes with that), unprotected sex, unabashed M/M, M/F, and M/M/F porn

Summary: You stumble into the Magic Shop, where Jimin and Taehyung are ready to tap in your deepest desires and grant your wish...

This is part of a Magic Shop-themed collaboration with some of my writing buddies. This was a super fun one to write (I love sex pollen tropes), so I hope you enjoy!

It’s dark as you make your way down the quiet street. The sidewalks are lined with cherry blossoms in full bloom, their delicate flowers illuminated by the streetlamps. A few petals drift down as you stride by, but you take no notice, too lost in your own thoughts. You were held up at work late--again--by a last minute email from your boss. He was demanding a status report on a project that you were managing, which required you to track down information from 5 different people who are all busy with their own projects. You’re all frazzled from the unrelenting pace, and tempers were running high. A dozen worries are swirling around in your head as you mentally work through deadlines and to-do lists. 

You pause at an intersection while waiting for the light to turn green. Hoping to see some stars, you turn your face up to the sky, but there are no pinpricks of light to be seen. The sky is filled with heavy rain clouds--an all-too-accurate representation of your mood these days. You swipe wetness off your cheek, trying to blink back tears. Suddenly, your entire face is soaked when rain starts to fall. 

The rain shocks you out of your gloomy haze, but you don’t have an umbrella with you. Looking around for shelter, you notice a small shop across the street, its cheerful striped awning offering a shield from the rain. You dash over and huddle in the small dry spot. Up close, you can see an ornate sign above a heavy wood door with elaborate carvings. It proclaims, Welcome to the Magic Shop. You’ve never heard of this store before, is it a store for magicians? That seemed oddly specific, but there were stranger stores in your city. Peering into the window next to the door reveals rows upon rows of dried herbs, and a countertop covered in tea kettles and elegant cups. A tea shop?  Suddenly, nothing seemed more appealing than a warm cup while waiting for the rain to die down.

You pull the heavy door open and slip inside, basking in the heat and light that envelopes you.  There’s something about the atmosphere that is immediately soothing. The shop is a visual feast for the eyes, with rich mahogany walls draped in colorful tapestries, and neatly stacked rows of teacups. The air is redolent with a sweet, grassy scent, and soft pop music is playing in the background. The first smile of the day tugs at your lips as you take it all in. 

“Well, hello there, sunshine.” You snap your eyes to the counter, where a blonde man is wiping down a silver samovar with a checkered towel. He sets his towel down and flicks his bangs out of his eyes. “Welcome to the Magic Shop.”

The whirlwind in your head goes silent as you register the man speaking to you. You take in his collarbones peeking from the low-cut neckline of a silky, green paisley shirt, and a delicate necklace resting in the hollows of his neck. As he runs a hand through his hair, you notice several rings sparkling on his fingers, and equally eye-catching earrings in each ear. His deep brown eyes are glittering, and his full lips are set in a pleasant smile, which turns into a smirk the longer you stare at him in silence. He fits into the beautiful setting perfectly.

He breaks the silence again. “I’m Jimin, the proprietor of this little shop. What brings you in tonight?” 

The cogs start back up in your mind, whirring back to life.  You stumble forward towards the counter, which holds a display case filled with more canisters of colorful herbs and dried flowers. There are portraits of six extremely handsome men on the wall behind Jimin, who raises an eyebrow as he waits for your response.  “I--I needed to get out of the rain. I was headed home from the office.” Your mind clouds over as your work worries come back to you at the mere mention of your office.

Jimin notices your face darken, and his easy smirk transforms into a look of concern. “Well, you’ve come to the right place. No rain in here, as you can see. Please, make yourself comfortable.”

You twitch your wet hair out of your face and look at the selection of herbs. “Thank you. You sell tea here, right?”

Jimin’s face brightens again. “Not quite, my dear. We don’t sell tea… we grant wishes.” His plush lips glisten in the soft light as he smiles.

Clearly, this guy has an inflated opinion of the quality of his tea, but you’re thirsty. “Well, can I wish for a cup of black tea, then?”

Jimin actually giggles at that, his eyes scrunching up into cute half moons before his face settles back into a sultry smirk. “Beautiful and funny, I like that in a woman. But I think we can do better than that. You see, I specialize in matching the perfect tea to each customer, to perfectly suit your tastebuds… and your deepest inner desires.” Jimin pushes a discreet bell on the counter. 

Normally you’d scoff a bit at the way he’s laying it on thick, but you’re too flustered by the casual compliment. Jimin’s looking at you intensely, like he’s trying to see into your soul. You’re convinced you can see little stars swirling in the dark chocolate of his eyes, but the moment is broken when another man enters from a door in the back of the shop.  “You rang, Jiminie?”

Improbably, the new arrival is just as attractive as Jimin. He has dark hair curling into his eyes, slightly obscuring his slashing eyebrows and long lashes. A little scarf with birds on it is tied around his long neck, and he’s wearing a billowy white shirt tucked into black pants, showing off his long legs. He looks like he should be on a Paris runway, not in a tiny tea shop in the corners of your town.

You’re a little intimidated by his serious expression, until he breaks into a wide smile. “Oh, a new customer! Hi! Welcome to the Magic Shop! I’m Taehyung, have you ordered yet?”

Jimin slides an arm around Taehyung’s narrow waist. “We were just getting to that, my darling. She’s going to share her deepest, darkest desires with us, so we can give her the perfect cup of tea and make her wish come true.”

Taehyung’s face lights up. “Oh, this is so exciting! I love making wishes come true.” He squeezes Jimin back, and bends down to nuzzle his hair. You’re feeling like a distinct third wheel until they both turn to give you a considering look.

Taehyung pouts a bit as he takes in your bedraggled appearance. “Oh, you’ve had a hard day, haven’t you? Well, don’t worry, we’ll fix you right up.”  

Jimin slides a pad of paper and ballpoint pen towards you.  “Here, the first step is to write down your wish. And then we’ll use that to concoct the perfect cup for you.”

“Okaaaay….” You stare at the paper blankly while they watch you--one man looking sly, the other looking excited. You consider just writing down “I wish for black tea,” but you’re oddly reluctant to disappoint them. You might as well play along with their schtick, as it’s been a good distraction. 

Tapping the pen against your mouth while you think about your wish, you don’t notice both of them eyeing your lips. They can tell you have a lot weighing down your heart, and they want to bring a smile back to your face. Jimin and Taehyung lean into each other, subconsciously tangling their fingers together while they wait for your wish.

You think about how dreary your days have been, with the endless string of stressful work projects and the heavy responsibility of having to manage nonstop deadlines. The worst part is that you’ve brought much of this on yourself. You’ve been trying to help your equally-stressed teammates by taking on a lot of their workload, but it adds to your burden.  

Finally, you write 5 words down on the paper.

I wish to let go.

You hand the paper and pen back to Jimin. He doesn’t even look at what you wrote down, instead rolling the paper into a little scroll and sliding it into one of the cubbies, which you now see is filled with similar pieces of paper--other customers' wishes. He sees the surprise on your face, and gives you another sly smile. “We don’t need to read it in order to make it come true. That’s part of the magic here at the Magic Shop.”

Taehyung rests his chin on Jimin’s shoulder, wrapping his arms around Jimin’s waist from behind. “Jiminie, can I make the blend, please? I know exactly what to put into it.” It would take a much stronger man to resist his pleading face.

Jimin pats his hands. “Of course, my darling. While you do that, I’ll escort our guest into the Blue Room to look at the stars.” As Taehyung disentangles himself and disappears into the back room, Jimin comes around the corner of the counter. As his lower half comes into view, you admire his thick thighs clad in tight black pants, leading down to glossy Chelsea boots. He runs a hand through his hair once again and smirks, noticing you notice him. He extends an arm to you. “Come with me, sunshine.”

You tentatively wrap your arm around his, noting how muscular he is underneath the baggy shirt. He guides you through a curtain, showing you into a small, cozy room filled with more armchairs and tapestries. True to the Blue Room name, the wall hangings are all rich shades of cobalt and sapphire. Jimin breaks into a pleased smile at your obvious appreciation. “This is my favorite room in the whole shop. Look up.”

You crane your neck to look up, and immediately gasp. The ceiling is a detailed replica of the night sky, with dozens of dazzling stars forming constellations. It’s stunning. To your chagrin, you start to feel your eyes well back up with tears. You hadn’t realized how much you’d missed the stars in the string of rainy nights.

Jimin squeezes your arm comfortingly. “Have a seat, sweetie.” He guides you into one of the plush chairs, and sits down next to you. 

“It’s so beautiful and so detailed.” You tear your eyes away from the ceiling to look at Jimin, who’s watching you with a soft gaze. “I had no idea there was something like this on my walk home from work.”

“Taehyung painted this himself. He’s a man of many talents.” 

Just then, the man himself enters the room, carrying a laden silver tray. Taehyung sets the tray down on the little table in front of you and sketches out a little bow. “May I present, your tea. I call it the Milky Way Mix.” He lifts the lid off the teapot and a waft of warm air gusts up. You sniff the air--cherries? With a hint of smoke?

“Wow, thank you, Taehyung! Is that cherry tea I smell? Or lapsang souchong? What’s in the mix?” You lean forward, trying to get more of the intoxicating scent.

Taehyung brings a finger to his lips and winks at you. “That’s a surprise. You’ll have to taste it to find out”

Jimin briskly begins to set up the tea service. In addition to your pot, there’s another, smaller pot, and three cups. 

“Jiminie, I brought you green tea, since I know you’re avoiding caffeine after 2pm.” Taehyung squeezes Jimin’s shoulder, and then turns to you. “I was hoping I could share your blend with you, it smells too good to resist! I can’t wait to taste your wish.” He gives you puppy dog eyes.

Honestly, you’re thrilled they plan to sit and drink with you. The idea of being alone wasn’t appealing, even in such a beautiful setting. “Of course I’ll share!” Taehyung smiles happily and takes the seat on your other side. HIs knee brushes yours as he leans over to take the cup Jimin’s offering him.

You wrap your hands around the china cup and close your eyes as you take your first sip. Bright bursts of tart red fruit dance across your tongue, followed by a subtle smoky taste, finished off with a hint of spice and heat. You can feel your stomach warming up immediately. The combination is unexpected but delicious--much like your entire experience in this shop has been so far.  

You let out an involuntary sigh--almost a moan--after your next sip. When you open your eyes again, both men are watching you intently. Your gaze flickers between Taehyung, whose lips are parted above his cup, and Jimin, who has a smug smile. You wish you could blame your sudden flush on the hot tea.

“I guess I don’t need to ask if you’re enjoying your tea,” Jimin says. “Another job well done, Tae-Tae.”

Taehyung takes a sip of his tea and sighs with satisfaction. “I’m a good boy, aren’t I?” he asks, looking directly at you.

You quickly take another drink to hide your blush as Jimin giggles. You realize that you haven’t thought about work in the past 15 minutes, so in one way, your wish is really coming true. 

Jimin leans forward and places a hand on your knee, giving it a little pat. “Now, sunshine, you’re a fan of the stars? What’s your favorite constellation?” You feel tingles where he’s touching you, and heat is slowly rising throughout your entire body, but you chalk it up to the hot drink and the attentions of two very handsome men.

Looking back up at the ceiling, you ponder Jimin’s question. You could swear the stars look like they’re moving, as little sparks drift through the sky. “I think it would have to be Orion… that was the first one I could easily pick out as a child. And the curving bow is so beautiful.”

Taehyung sighs dreamily. “I loved painting that one.” When you look over at him, he looks a bit flushed, but it’s hard to tell in the dim lighting as he takes another long sip of his tea.

As you drink and chat with Jimin and Taehyung, you begin to feel distinctly odd. Heat is simmering through your body, and more and more stars are dancing around in your vision. Jimin keeps touching your leg, giving it a gentle squeeze to emphasize his points, and you’re also intensely aware of Taehyung on your other side. He’s fidgeting and bouncing his legs, occasionally knocking a knee gently into yours. Every time one of them touches you, it feels like a burst of heat and light. 

As Taehyung talks about learning to paint in Paris, you’re trying to focus on what he’s saying, but you keep getting lost in the way he uses his hands for emphasis. They’re big hands, with long, elegant fingers, and you can’t help but wonder how they would feel on your body. In an effort to distract yourself, you look over at Jimin, who’s gently nibbling his full lower lip while listening to Taehyung. His lips look redder and riper than the cherries in your tea, and you desperately want to feel them on your body as well. 

As you sink further into your thoughts, you realize you’re getting wet. You cross your legs together tightly in an effort to relieve a bit of the pressure, which doesn’t escape Jimin’s notice. He watches you thoughtfully, and then places his hand back on your leg, but higher up this time. A wave of pleasure rushes through your thigh at the point of connection, expanding through your entire body, pooling between your legs. You involuntarily let out a breathy moan, surprising Taehyung into silence. 

Both men stare at you. Taehyung looks arrested, his lips parted, with a high flush on his cheeks and a curious look in his glittering eyes. Jimin looks… concerned. But his hand is still a warm weight on your thigh, and little jolts of pleasure are still running through you, overtaking your embarrassment. You’re finding it difficult to hold in your little vocalizations. 

Taehyung leans forward and brushes his fingers along the side of your arm, his eyes widening in amazement. The touch feels like a string of firecrackers going off.  “Whoa… it feels like fireworks!” he unconsciously echoes your thoughts.  “Jiminie, you have to feel this!”  Swaying to his feet, he stands in front of you and Jimin and first grabs your hand, and then Jimin’s hand. He brings each of your hands up to press against his chest, letting out a deep sigh. “It feels amazing…”

Jimin abruptly stands up and peers into Taehyung’s eyes, cupping a hand to the other man’s face. “What is going on here? Taehyung… what did you put in that tea?” 

You try to pay attention to Jimin, but your hand on Taehyung’s chest is too distracting. You can feel his heart beating rapidly, matching the thumping in your own ears. You can’t help but squeeze his firm pec, eliciting a low moan. The stars continue to sparkle in your vision, following Jimin as he edges around Taehyung to inspect the empty teacups.

With his other hand now free, Taehyung pulls you up out of your chair and into his arms, pressing your entire body up against his. If the previous touches felt like fireworks, this feels like a supernova. You’re suddenly dripping wet, like one brush of his thigh in the right spot between your legs could actually trigger an orgasm. Taehyung seems equally affected, staring at you intensely from behind his dark bangs. He squeezes your waist a little tighter and starts to lean in, when Jimin interrupts.

Jimin snaps his fingers in between your faces, startling you both. “Taehyung, I need you to focus. What did you put in the tea mix?”

Taehyung blinks slowly. “It was a mix of red fruits, like cherries and strawberries… plus the relaxation blend...” He’s still holding you so closely, you can feel the low rumble of his voice in his chest. You subtly rub your breasts against him, trying to relieve the tingling in your nipples. His next response is breathier. “The mint smoke herb… and… um… ginseng for the heat.”

Jimin’s eyes widen and he scrubs a hand through his hair. “You didn’t use the new red ginseng from Namjoon’s apothecary, did you?” This is the least composed he’s looked all night, but you want to reach out and see if his hair is as soft as it looks. “Oh Tae… I had that one set aside for the lust potion.”

The stars stop swirling for a minute. “Lust potion?!”

Jimin turns to you, realizing that you’re fully wrapped up in Taehyung’s arms. “Oh, sweetie… I’m so sorry, but yes, it appears darling Tae-Tae accidentally dosed the two of you with sex pollen.” 

You try to gather your thoughts together. “Well… can’t you give us an antidote?” But contrary to your words, you’re clinging even more tightly to Taehyung. He just feels too good, looks too good, sounds too good. You’re aching to be filled up with the hard bulge that you can feel pressed against you. 

Jimin licks his lips, leaving them glistening in the light. “There is no antidote. I’m afraid the only cure is to... give in to the pleasure. Otherwise, the heat will completely consume you.”

During this entire exchange, Taehyung has been nuzzling into your neck, but he lifts his head at this. “Jiminie… it’s so hot. I need to do this.” He wraps his big hands around your face and draws you into a passionate kiss. He tastes sweet, like the tea you’ve both been drinking. At the first stroke of his tongue against yours, the fireworks sizzling in your blood go off as you abruptly shake into your first climax of the night, coming without a single touch to your clit.

Jimin swallows thickly.  “I’ll go lock the shop up.” He slips out of the room, leaving you and Taehyung panting heavily in each other’s arms.

Rather than satisfying you, cumming has left you needier than before. Your skin feels cold wherever Taehyung isn’t touching you, and your mouth and pussy feel empty  Clenching down on nothing, you desperately latch on to Taehyung’s neck, nibbling and licking every inch of skin you can reach.  

“Oh god, baby, please don’t stop.” Taehyung sounds absolutely wrecked, every word broken up by low moans. He’s running his hands up and down your sides, squeezing your ass and trying to pull you even closer to him. Your own noises are muffled in his neck, where you’re sucking a sure-to-be-large mark into his golden skin. 

Taehyung shoves a thigh in between your legs, trying to encourage you to ride his leg, but you’re too busy trying to grind up against his cock through multiple layers of clothing. You toss your head back with a pained cry--the feel of his hardness so close to where your throbbing center is driving you mad. You can’t get close enough, but you can’t seem to slow down enough to undo any of his clothing. “P-please, Taehyung,” you gasp. “I need you… I need to feel you.” You’re welling up for the third time tonight from sheer frustration, but Taehyung can only groan in response. He’s trying to slip his hands up your shirt, but they’re shaking too badly.

A commanding voice cuts through the air. “Taehyung.” 

Taehyung snaps his head around and locks eyes with Jimin, standing in the doorway. “J-jiminie… I need help. I’m too horny, I can’t focus. Please… please help me take care of her.”

Jimin’s impassive expression softens. “I know, baby. I’m here for you… for both of you.” He strides towards you and Taehyung, but settles himself in an armchair facing you. “Just listen to me, and I’ll tell you what to do, okay?” He casually leans back and spreads his legs, drawing your eyes to the bulge of his crotch. You can’t help but whimper and rub yourself on Taehyung once again as the heat threatens to overtake you. You’re so desperate to be touched and filled.

Jimin speaks again. “Start by taking off her shirt. But do it slowly.”

Taehyung’s eyes are glittering with stars underneath his slashing eyebrows as he visibly focuses on you. Responding to Jimin’s approving murmurs, he slowly, agonizingly, draws the hem of your shirt up your body, brushing your bare skin with his knuckles.  His touch leaves a string of firecracker pops in his wake. By the time he tosses your shirt to the floor, your knees are weak. 

Taehyung starts to duck his head towards your exposed cleavage, but a sharp word from Jimin stops him in his tracks. “Now, the bra. And be careful -- you wouldn’t want to ruin the pretty lace, now would you?”

You reach back and undo the hooks, flinging your bra off before Taehyung can even slide his arms around your back. You’re desperate to have attention paid to your nipples.

Taehyung actually growls at the sight, immediately taking your breasts in his big hands and thumbing at your peaks. He bends down again, one eye on Jimin, who doesn’t stop him this time. At the first feeling of his warm and wet tongue on your nipple, your knees buckle with another orgasm. Taehyung catches you before you can fall, cupping your ass and using it to pull you up against him, crushing his face into your soft cleavage.  Looking over his head as he feverishly covers your chest with kisses and little bites, you can see Jimin watching you intently, gently cupping his crotch through his pants.

When you make eye contact with Jimin, he smiles seductively. “Taehyung is taking such good care of you, isn’t he?” He gives himself a little squeeze, enjoying the sweet sounds both of you are making.

“Y-yes… but I need more. Please, Jimin.” you manage to gasp out. “I need to feel Taehyung, too.” You’re desperate to give him as much pleasure as he’s giving you.

Jimin taps a finger against his chin, pretending to think. “Take off the rest of your clothing first, and then you can undress Taehyung.” Jimin’s voice is helping you focus through the overwhelming heat and sparks of light.

You reluctantly tug Taehyung off of your breasts, curling your hand into the long locks at the back of his head. He swipes his tongue over his swollen lips, watching you closely as you quickly shuck off your shoes and slide your pants and panties down in one motion. The air on your pussy does nothing to cool you down--your thighs are already slick with wetness.

Taehyung honest-to-God whimpers. “Please, get me out of these clothes, I’m so hot.”

Jimin lets out a light laugh. “You are definitely hot.” He nods at you. “Go ahead, get him naked.”

You tug Taehyung towards you with a hand on his scarf, capturing his lips with yours while you untie it. In between feverish kisses, you get his shirt unbuttoned, exposing his lean torso. Running your hands all over his skin feels incredible, like you’re trailing them through a basin of hot water, but you can’t linger for too long -- you need to get his pants off.  You drop to your knees, undoing his belt and practically dragging his pants off his narrow hips. His long, thick cock springs out, slapping against his flat stomach. The dark head of his cock is dripping nearly as much as you are. Your mouth waters.

Jimin’s voice rings out through the air again. “Wait.” Taehyung flings his head back with a groan. He’s been so hard for so long without relief--he must be as desperate to get his dick wet as you are to be filled. But Jimin is merciless. “Taehyung, sit down in that chair over there.” He points at an armless chair behind you. Taehyung’s chest is heaving, but he stumbles to kick off the rest of his clothing and sit down where he’s directed. He bites his lip and slides a hand around his shaft, mirroring Jimin, who’s slowly rubbing himself through his pants. 

You stare at Jimin pleadingly, still on your knees on the ground, tugging at one of your nipples. It sends little sparks through you, but still feels nowhere near as good as Taehyung’s touch.  “Jimin, please…”

“Ok, sunshine, go take a seat.” You rush to straddle Taehyung in the chair, who immediately brings his hands up to your hips and buries his face in your breasts again, sucking on each of your nipples in turn. You grind down in his lap, unsuccessfully trying to get his cock inside you. The head keeps catching on your entrance, rubbing along your lower lips, bumping up against your clit. Taehyung tries to help, but he’s too worked up, while you’re whimpering in frustration.

Jimin comes to the rescue once again. “Sweetheart, turn around and look at me.” You reluctantly get out of Taehyung’s lap, spinning around to face Jimin. Jimin’s face is completely flushed, and his pupils are blown out in the dim lighting. When he speaks, his earrings sway gently, reflecting the sparkles you see floating around him. He’s beautiful, slowly teasing himself while commanding the both of you with his sweet voice. “Good girl. Now, Taehyung, hold your cock up for her so she can sit down on you… slowly.”

You can feel Taehyung nudge his cockhead until he’s pressing up against your entrance again. Sinking down onto Taehyung feels like sinking into a molten lake of lava. If your earlier climaxes felt like fireworks, this is an entire Fourth of July show. His thick length fills you up perfectly, rubbing up against every sensitive spot inside you. You can’t help but rock yourself back and forth in tiny little motions. You’re probably teasing the hell out of poor Taehyung going by the sounds he’s making behind you, but you’re too lost in the feeling of finally, finally being filled up the way you need it.

Taehyung moans plaintively. He’s pressed up tightly against your back, wrapping his arms around you to caress your neck and chest. “Baby, please, ride me… I need it so badly.” He tries to jerk his hips up further into you.

Jimin pouts. “Poor Tae-Tae. Do I need to do everything myself around here?” He gracefully stands. You’re still grinding on Taehyung’s length while greedily watching Jimin sauntering towards you. He removes his silky shirt to reveal small, dark nipples, rock-hard abs, and a striking tattoo slashing across his ribs. You reach out towards him, but he pauses to pluck a cushion off one of the chairs. He places it on the ground in between Taehyung’s feet and smoothly kneels in one motion. “Now, let’s see if I can take care of you both.”

Jimin places a hand on each of Taehyung’s inner thighs, pushing them apart. Your legs are draped over Taehyung’s, so this spreads you apart as well, revealing the place where you and Taehyung are connected. With a hungry look in his dark eyes, Jimin leans forward and slowly swipes his pink tongue up Taehyung’s balls, up the base of his shaft, up across your exposed clit. You and Taehyung both moan in harmony, tugging a satisfied smile onto Jimin’s face. Still going slowly, he drags his plump lips across every bit of skin revealed to him, sucking one of Taehyung’s heavy balls into his mouth before latching onto your clit to tickle it with his tongue. While Taehyung twitches his hips up in tiny motions, Jimin licks the exposed base of Taehyung’s shaft as it drags out of you, moaning as he tastes your juices.  “Oh, sweethearts, you taste so good together.”

You’ve never felt such a shocking combination of pleasures before. Jimin’s mouth is warm and wet, and his hands are firm where he caresses both your and Taehyung’s inner thighs. Jimin expertly runs his tongue all along your lips where you’re stretched around Taehyung’s cock, before sliding two fingers into you alongside Taehyung’s cock. You can’t look away as he draws his fingers out, shining with your slick. Taehyung has his face buried in your neck, sucking on your skin in between deep sighs and moans. 

Jimin moves his focus to lapping and sucking at your clit, but he brings his wet fingers down past Taehyung’s balls, gently tracing them against Taehyung’s sensitive hole. The jolt of feeling causes Taehyung to grab your hips and frantically thrust up into you, hitting your g-spot. As you clench down on Taehyung’s cock, you can feel him spilling into you, shaking and gasping through his long-awaited climax. Hearing his deep groans in your ear and seeing and feeling Jimin’s plump lips on you triggers your third orgasm of the night.

As you throw your head back on Taehyung’s shoulder, you swear you can see the painted Milky Way on the ceiling swirling and spinning. Your mind is completely blank as you let go. You let go of each and every worry and inhibition, focused only on these two men who are taking you apart. 

Your climax goes on for what feels like forever as Jimin draws out your pleasure, slowly bringing you down with gentle licks over your clit. Finally he draws away and sits back on his heels, his lower face wet with your slick, highlighting his satisfied smile.

Taehyung is panting heavily into the back of your neck, idly stroking your hips. You’re twitching a bit around Taehyung’s cock as he softens inside you, but you finally feel like the fever has broken. The stars in your vision are starting to dissipate, but you still see an entire galaxy in Jimin’s eyes.

“So, are the two of you feeling better?” Jimin casually licks his fingers clean, seemingly nonchalant. However, when he stands up, you can see the pronounced bulge in his pants, where he’s straining against his zipper.

Taehyung laughs breathlessly. “I’d say so, babe.” His voice is wrecked, but he also seems to be more clear-headed after cumming. He gently nudges you off his lap and guides you to a standing position. You and Taehyung lock eyes and hold a silent conversation before turning to Jimin. “Now, it’s time for us to take care of you.”

Taehyung cups Jimin’s face, pulling him into a deep kiss. You can see their tongues tangling together as you slide up against Jimin’s muscular back, copping a feel of his ass before wrapping your hands around his narrow waist to unbuckle his pants. He’s not wearing underwear, so his dick springs out as you unzip him. He’s wet at the tip, and so hard, just from going down on you and Taehyung. His sounds are softer and higher pitched than Taehyung’s, but no less appealing for that.

Working in unison, you and Taehyung sink down to kneel at Jimin’s feet, sharing the cushion. Jimin stares down at you with parted lips, placing a hand on each of your heads, guiding you both to his cock. You and Taehyung both lean in, pressing your lips together with the head of Jimin’s cock in between your mouths. You kiss messily, swiping your tongues all over his cock before returning to each other’s lips. Jimin is dripping with precum, and the taste of him on Taehyung’s lips is amazing. Jimin is basking in the attention, stroking your hair and lavishing both of you with praise. 

Finally, Jimin has had enough of the teasing as you and Taehyung continue to make out over his cock. Jimin tugs Taehyung’s hair gently but firmly, sliding the head of his cock into his waiting mouth. You caress Jimin’s plump asscheeks, feeling them flex as Jimin cums into Taehyung’s mouth.

Taehyung licks his lips and swallows it down. “That was even better than the tea... and the tea was delicious.”

Jimin bursts out into giggles, his eyes scrunching up into happy half moons as he literally falls over in laughter, collapsing next to you on the floor. “I’m glad you liked it Tae-Tae, but please don’t put sex pollen in the tea next time! Let’s stick to the regular flavors, OK?”

Taehyung turns to you and strokes a finger down your cheek. “What about you, are you okay?”

You nod dreamily, lying down on the plush carpet and resting your head on the cushion. “I feel amazing. Like I’m floating through a lazy river with a cold drink after sitting in the sun all day.”

Jimin smiles at you. “Wish granted?”

“Wish abso-fucking-lutely granted. 10/10, would drink the tea again.”  You giggle as the men solemnly shake hands over you, congratulating each other on another successful Magic Shop customer. 

Taehyung and Jimin lie down on either side of you, slipping their hands into yours. The three of you quietly lie on the floor, looking up at the Milky Way on the ceiling, admiring the shine of the stars.

[magicsmutshop]

When You See My Base Line - Pt 2

part 2 of 4

Pairing: Jung Hoseok/Reader Genre: Multi-chapter smut Rating: Explicit Word count: ~3500 Warnings: Alcohol, swearing, fingering, drooling over Hoseok's perfect face and body Summary: You survive the art class where Hoseok is the nude model. Time for a drink -- but how will the evening end? Navigation: part 1 | part 3 | part 4

It’s hard to do proper justice to the hottest art model you’ve ever seen, but you do your best. After a shaky start, you fill your sketchbook with drawing after drawing of Hoseok’s perfect lines as he goes through poses. You could spend the entire class just drawing his strong arms with those delicate veins, and his elegant hands with those long fingers. You’re on fire, sketching his graceful form and lean muscles. Is he your new muse?

After the second 15-minute pose, Namjoon calls for a break.  Hoseok springs off of the chaise to slip his gray robe back on, while you silently mourn the loss of all that honey skin. Just from an artistic point of view, of course. Namjoon starts to make the rounds of the class, looking at your classmates’ drawings and offering thoughts and suggestions, but you’re too busy staring at Hoseok as he checks his phone. Suddenly, you’re startled by Namjoon coming up behind you. 

“How’s your sketching coming along?” Namjoon has a playful glint in his eyes as he leans over your shoulder to take a look at your sketchbook. You pull it together to flip through the pages, showing him the studies you’ve done.  Out of the corner of your eye, you see Hoseok look up from his phone in interest. 

“Nice, nice… I really like the sense of energy and movement you’ve captured here,” Namjoon says, gesturing towards your sketch of Hoseok twisting away from the viewer. “And your details here are really good, you captured the rings on his hands perfectly.”

Said rings suddenly appear in your field of vision as Hoseok places his hands on the edge of your desk. “Can I see?”  He meets your gaze as you stare up at him in shock. He’s smiling innocently, little dimples popping into his cheeks.

You’re frozen, but Namjoon smoothly slides your sketchbook around so Hoseok can see the drawing. “See, she even got the sun detail on your middle ring here,” Namjoon enthuses. “Great attention to detail.”

Hoseok looks at the drawing, his own hand, and your face in order. His smile grows wider. “Yes, that is great attention to detail. You’re obviously paying close attention.”

Your face grows hot as you demur, “I’m just drawing what I see.”

Namjoon smiles gently, turning the sketchbook back to you. “Well, keep it up. But I noticed that you’ve mainly focused on his upper body here. For the next pose, I’d like to see you focus on his face, and really make sure you’ve nailed the proportions. Or you could do some lower body work, see if you can continue to bring forward that sense of motion...” 

You gulp. There’s no way you can spend the next half hour staring at Hoseok’s legs, ass--or cock--without bursting into flames. Hoseok watches you closely, a small smirk playing around his lips, as you speak quickly. “I’ll work on his face, that’s a good idea, I’ve been meaning to work on proportions, yup.”

“Great! Hobi, make sure you give her good expressions to work with, ok?” Namjoon ends your suffering, slinging an enthusiastic arm around Hoseok’s shoulders and steering him back to the chaise. 

Hoseok shoots you one last look over his shoulder. “Sure thing, I can give good face.” He puckers his lips at you playfully. You’re fucked.

***

The rest of the class is difficult, to say the least. Per Namjoon’s request, you obediently work on capturing Hoseok’s head and face. Hoseok has his head tilted back ever so slightly, showing off his smooth neck and sharp jawline. Above his pointed chin, his pink lips are slightly parted. Every once in a while, he swipes over his lips with his tongue, re-wetting them. His sloped nose leads up to two dark eyes, which you keep getting caught in. Every time you look up from your sketchbook to capture the almond shape of his eyes, he’s looking right back at you. Your gaze skitters away from his while you work on sketching his slanting eyebrows, but you keep getting drawn back like you were magnetized. He licks his lips again. You cross your legs against the ache in your core.

After what feels like an eternity of looking between the sketchbook and his intense gaze, Namjoon finally calls the class to a close.  You’re a little relieved because the heat kept growing inside you to the point where you thought you were going to get wet in the middle of class, but you’re also a little disappointed, because Hoseok was truly a pleasure to look at. He has beautiful expressions to go with that beautiful body, and you’re sorry to see the evening come to an end.

Suddenly, your classmate Taehyung stands up and yells out, “Hey class! Who wants to hit up the bar?” He spins around, pointing at everyone in turn, ending on Namjoon and Hoseok, who are standing at the teacher’s desk. “Come on, let’s have a drink to celebrate another successful night of drawing, teaching, and modeling!”  Taehyung’s enthusiasm is infectious, and everyone is nodding their agreement while packing up their bags. 

You pause in the middle of putting your sketchbook and pencils away in your own bag, feeling the weight of a heavy gaze on you. Hoseok is looking at you as he says, “I’m in, modeling is thirsty work!”  Namjoon smiles and assents as well.

“Are you coming?” Your seatmate Jimin asks you.  You still haven’t broken eye contact with Hoseok as you nod slowly.

“Why not?” You’re thirsty--in more ways than one--and this could be an interesting evening.

***

Hoseok slides into the booth next to you, placing a glass of rosé in front of you. You shoot him a smile of thanks, turning away from your conversation with Taehyung and Jimin. Frankly, you could cut the sexual tension between those two with a knife, so it was a relief to have someone new to talk to. Especially someone as attractive as this one. 

The booth is narrow, so Hoseok’s hip and thigh are pressed up against yours. The bar is so noisy, he has to lean in to be heard. You can see his yellow shorts riding up, exposing his leanly-muscled thighs. You’re so distracted, you miss the first thing he says to you.  “Huh?” you gulp, leaning back a bit to make eye contact. He’s smirking at you.

He gently grips your chin with two fingers, turning your face away so he can bring his lips closer to your ear. “I said, is the wine okay?”

“Oh! Um, yes, I’m sure it’s fine.” As he lets go of your face, you quickly take a sip out of your glass, thankful that the dark lighting of the bar mostly hides the flush in your cheeks.  Wow, this wine is really good. “Yeah, this is great, thank you. How’d you know what to get?”

“I can read minds.” When you turn to look at Hoseok again, he has a deadly-serious, focused expression on his face, but he quickly dissolves into a charming laugh. “No, not really. I overheard you ordering at the bar earlier when I was talking to Joon.” His eyes are twinkling.

He may not be a mind reader, but he’s scarily observant. You’re grateful he can’t read minds, because your mind is currently a very X-rated place. You gulp down a bit more wine, and notice he doesn’t have a drink in front of him. “Nothing for you?”

For the first time, you see him blush a bit. “I’ve had a couple of drinks already, and I’m a total lightweight. Nobody likes drunk Hobi.”

Did he just refer to himself as Hobi? Cute. “I’m sure drunk Hobi is just as much fun as regular Hoseok!” you wave your glass around for emphasis.  He laughs and grabs your wrist in mid-air before the wine can slosh out. This is the second time he’s touched you in this conversation, but the tingling feeling everywhere he touches you isn’t fading at all.

“No, really, I’m fun now, but one more drink and I’ll start staring off into space and thinking about climate change and the plight of the sea turtles.”

“So basically you turn into Namjoon?” You think of your art teacher, who has a tendency to go off on rants about philosophy and politics in the middle of explaining art theory in the middle of class--frequently egged on by Taehyung.

Hoseok bursts out into full-on laughter at that, showing off all of his teeth. It’s contagious, and you can’t help but respond. He flails a hand out and lands it on your thigh. Your laughter abruptly dies out in your throat as you swallow dryly at the feeling of his long fingers so high up on your leg.

He notices your change in mood, and his smile quickly melts off his face. You think you can actually see his eyes darken. He slowly moves his hand down your leg towards your knee, squeezing lightly before taking it off. Fighting another blush, you take another gulp of your wine. How does his touch affect you so much?

Hoseok laughs again, lightly. “Yeah, just like Namjoon. In college we used to go to these parties and at the end of the night I’d always find him out on a porch or in a bathroom, having these intense discussions…” he goes on to tell you hilarious stories about their adventures until you’re nearly in stitches. All the time while you’re trading college stories, you can feel him pressed up against your side, and the tingling feeling just keeps getting stronger. During your conversation, you’re occasionally distracted by his strong hands, his elegant neck, or his sharp jawline. He clocks it nearly every time, but doesn’t act on it... until a bit later in the night.

You’ve finished your last glass of wine, and are now sipping on water. You have a nice buzz on, enough to feel warm and giddy, but the warmth from the alcohol still isn’t hotter than the feeling of Hoseok. As you lick some water off your lips, you see Hoseok staring at your mouth. When he notices you watching him, he smirks, cool as a cucumber. “Do you want another glass of wine?”

“No thanks, I’m good. I don’t turn into a philosopher when I’m drunk, but I do turn into a klutz, so I’d like to make it home in one piece.” You check your phone and are surprised to see it’s gotten really late. Most of your classmates have cleared out of the bar while you and Hoseok were wrapped up in your conversation. In fact, you only see Taehyung and Jimin with their hands wrapped around each other’s faces, having some kind of intense, whispered conversation in the corner of the bar while Namjoon sits next to them, staring at his phone. Okaaaay, no idea what’s going on there, but you’re not going to get involved.   

“Where do you live?” When you turn back to Hoseok, he’s looking at you intensely. 

You name an apartment building just a few blocks from the bar. You’re not eager to end the night, especially with the tension so thick between the two of you, but it really is getting late. “It’s not too far, but I should probably head out…” you trail off as Hoseok deliberately places his hand over yours, which is drumming nervous patterns on your thigh. His expression sharpens even further into that penetrating gaze that makes you feel like he’s reading your mind. 

“Let me walk you home to make sure you get there safely.” His tone is light, but he punctuates his statement with a gentle squeeze of your hand. 

You have zero objections to his suggestion. “Sure, that’s really nice of you to offer.” 

He smiles again. “Great, let’s go!” He slides out of the booth, zipping his hoodie up and extending a hand to you.  You take it, pulling yourself up. His hand is warm in yours, and he doesn’t let go as the two of you begin to make your way out of the bar. You’re not totally sure where this night is going to go, but you’re enjoying the tingling heat. 

Hoseok waves a quick goodbye to Namjoon, who looks up from his phone to stare at the two of you making your exit. Does Namjoon look jealous, or are you imagining things? You see Taehyung behind him, giving you a little thumbs up and a wink.  Hoseok just grips your hand tighter, and steers you through the door.

You and Hoseok begin to walk towards your apartment in comfortable silence, still holding hands as you navigate around other pedestrians on the sidewalk. When you cast a glance at him sideways, you can see his sharp profile shining in the streetlights. He has a small smile on his lips, which grows when he makes eye contact with you. You shiver a little bit, which he interprets as cold.

“Are you warm enough? Come here.” Hoseok lets go of your hand and slings his arm around your shoulders, hugging you up to his side as you walk along. You instinctively bring your arm around his slim waist, falling into perfect sync with him. You aren’t actually cold, but you aren’t going to complain. Pressed up this close, you can feel all the muscle you were admiring during the art class earlier. His arm feels strong around your shoulders, and he smells like sunshine. As he hugs you a bit closer, you can feel the tingling warmth spreading to your center and your nipples tightening with arousal. You can’t remember the last time you were this turned on from simple body contact.

All too quickly, you’re standing in front of your apartment door. It’s a small, quiet building -- there’s only one other apartment on this floor, and you know that the old lady who lives there is out of town visiting her grandchildren. You and Hoseok are alone for the first time tonight. This fact hasn’t escaped him either, and his expression has turned dark and focused again.  

“All right, well, thanks for walking me home.” You look away nervously, pretending to search in your purse for your keys. You’re not sure how to end the evening -- it’s been too long since you dated. Get it together, this isn’t even a date. Once again, he reaches out to take your wrist, stopping you from rummaging in your bag.

“I just wanted you to know, I’ve really had fun getting to know you tonight. Stop me if I’m reading this wrong, but…” he leans in, bringing his hands up to your face. Oh, thank God. You immediately melt into his embrace, sliding your hands around his shoulders and pressing your lips against his.

The warm feeling inside you abruptly cranks up a few thousand degrees at the feeling of his mouth as he confidently slides his tongue against yours. As you continue to kiss, he firmly slides his hands down your sides and cups your ass, bringing your body flush against his. You can’t keep your moans contained at the feeling of the trail of sparks everywhere he touches you. 

He reacts to your sounds, squeezing your ass tighter and ducking his head to kiss up and down your neck, pressing his hips into yours, backing you into your apartment door. You fling your head back, nearly knocking it against the door with a thump, moaning louder. “I knew you would be so sensitive,” Hoseok groans, “as soon as I saw you blushing when I walked into that art class.” He punctuates his statement with a bite to your collarbone. He raises his head again, enjoying the bright blush on your cheeks.

You can’t even reply, too caught up by the feeling of him all over you. Your neck is tingling from his kisses, your ass is going to have little bruises on it tomorrow from his grip, and you’re practically dripping into your underwear.  You push your hips into his a little bit, and tug on his neck to try to bring his mouth back to yours.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Come on, baby, are you flushed for me everywhere?” Instead of kissing you, Hoseok removes one hand from your ass and tugs the top of your shirt down, revealing more of your cleavage, which is indeed flushed. He nibbles on the top of your breasts while scratching against your right nipple through your shirt and bra with his wicked fingers. Your lips, nipples, and clit are all throbbing, and your moans pitch even louder. Thank God the neighbor isn’t home, is the last thought in your head before you’re totally overwhelmed by Hoseok. 

You try to bring a leg up around Hoseok’s hips in an attempt to get some pressure against the tingling heat in your core. He brings his hands firmly to your hips, and presses you back against the door, removing his lips from your chest. Hoseok looks down his nose at you, his eyes almost completely black, his eyebrows furrowed as if he’s almost in pain. At the look on your face, he growls and crushes his lips against yours once more. He tastes of spicy beer, and his sunshine scent is overwhelming your nose. 

Never leaving your lips, he brings his hands back down over your ass, but doesn’t stop there, reaching underneath your skirt. He gives you one more searing kiss as he caresses around the lacy edge of your panties. “Stay there, I’ll take care of you.” He bends down to slide your underwear down your shaky legs, slipping the fabric into one of his pockets. 

Hoseok leans in for one more kiss, but you can barely work your lips against his. The cool air feels too incredible against your heated pussy. Thumping your head back against the door once more, you give yourself up to the feeling as he squeezes the back of your neck with his left hand and slides his right hand back underneath your skirt, trailing around your thigh, dipping into your wet heat. He slowly caresses your lower lips, collecting slick on his fingers, stroking up towards your clit. He watches you intently, paying attention to your reactions as he massages around your clit with wet fingers.

“Oh God, Hoseok, please, your fingers, put them inside,” you gasp out. You’re loving the feeling of his talented fingers working your clit, but you need a little bit more. He twists his wrist and gently thrusts his index and middle fingers into you, leaving his thumb pressed against your clit. He’s hitting the perfect spots without missing a beat. In gratitude, you bring your lips to his neck, sucking at the delicious point right where his sharp jawline meets the sensitive skin underneath his ear. Hoseok gasps loudly, doubling his efforts on you. You’re dripping around his fingers, rushing closer to your peak as he firmly rubs against your g-spot and your clit. 

You hit your boiling point, your pussy clenching around his fingers as the wave of heat rockets through your entire body. You instinctively bite down on his neck to muffle your moans, laving the spot with your tongue as you slowly come down from your high.  When you’ve finished shaking, Hoseok gently slides his hand out of your skirt and releases your neck, stepping back to take you in fully.

“Mmm, that was nice,” Hoseok says with a little smirk on his lips. Nice? Nice wasn’t the right word for it. You’re a panting mess, leaning up against your door, trying not to slide down to the ground. Your heart is thumping like a rabbit’s, and you’re blinking little stars out of your eyes. You can’t believe he accomplished all of that with just three fingers.  

Hoseok slides his wet fingers into his mouth, slowly sucking them clean while never breaking eye contact with you. He’s playing it cool, but when you tear your eyes away from his face, you can see a substantial bulge in his yellow shorts. Maybe it’s the post-orgasm endorphins talking, but the sight is even more tantalizing than his bare cock was earlier in art class. You suddenly want nothing more than to get your hands--and your mouth--on it.

“Why don’t we take this inside?” You reach out to caress his jawline, slowly trailing your hand down his firm chest, running over those delicious abs. You can feel him breathing heavily, but before you can reach his waistband, he firmly grips your wrist. His hand is still wet.

“Hoseok?” You turn your questioning gaze to his face. He brings your hand up to his lips as his focused expression softens into a heart-shaped smile.

“As much as I would love to come inside and continue this, neither of us would get any sleep, and I have an early dance class tomorrow.” He places a kiss on the back of your hand and lets it go. “But this was truly a pleasure. I’ll see you again soon?” He winks and turns around, leaving you slumped against your apartment door. You can see the lacy edge of your panties peeking out of one pocket as his yellow shorts disappear around the corner.

What the fuck?

read part 3

[magicsmutshop]

50 Minute Shower

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook/Reader

Genre: Smutty one-shot

Rating: Explicit

Word count: ~2500

Warnings: Unprotected sex, shower sex (be careful in real life bc that shit is slippery, yo)

Summary: Jungkook joins you in your hotel's amazing waterfall shower. Shenanigans ensue.

Hot water washes over your head, running down your body in slow rivulets. You’re in bliss as the warmth eases your sore muscles. You’d spent a long day hiking in the sun, and this luxurious shower was the reward you’d promised yourself. You’d been looking forward to this ever since checking into the hotel room and getting an eyeful of the bathroom with its gleaming white sink, tawny marbled walls, and huge walk-in shower. Your bathroom at home was teeny-tiny with sad water pressure, so this was an amazing change of pace, and you planned to take full advantage of it.

You crank the temperature up just a bit higher, and turn the Bluetooth player volume as well. Tori Kelly’s voice fills the air as you reach for the body wash. You get lost in soaping yourself off while you sing along to the music. 

Suddenly, you feel hands run down your skin, spreading the body wash down to the small of your back, where you couldn’t quite reach. Goosebumps spring up in the wake of the slightly calloused touch.

You let out a little shriek, spinning around and promptly getting a faceful of water. Scrubbing your hands across your eyes, you squint at the man who’s just entered the shower and is blinking innocently at you. “Jungkook! What are you doing in here?” 

 “I missed you.” Jungkook’s eyes crinkle up as he flashes a toothy grin at you. His black hair slowly flattens to his head, forming little ringlets as he ducks into the spray of water.  

“You scared me. I’ve only been in here for, like, ten minutes.” 

Jungkook pouts a bit. “It’s been more like twenty minutes, and you said you were never going to get out of this shower, so I couldn’t take the chance you’d never return to me.” He waggles his soapy hands at you. “Plus, it looked like you needed some help washing your back.”

You scowl at him, but there’s no heat behind it. He looks too cute with his cheeks flushed pink from the heat of the shower. He shakes his long wet hair out of his face, revealing sparkling eyes.

“Well, if you’re going to join me, at least don’t hog all the water.” You crowd him back out of the spray, pressing up against his firm chest as you jokingly glare up at him. 

Jungkook laughs, scrunching his nose up and bringing his hands around your waist. “There’s more than enough for both of us, have you seen how huge this shower head is?” Squeezing you a little more tightly to himself, he shuffles forward until you’re both under the waterfall. It feels good under the hot water, but his hard body feels even better and hotter pressed against you. 

As he runs his hands up your back, you start to spread your legs a bit, rubbing your full body up against his. Your nipples start to tighten up against his wet skin, and you can feel his thickening cock nudge up against your center. Your eyes go half-lidded as you make heated eye contact with him. His lips part, revealing a hint of white teeth and his pink tongue. You focus on the little mole underneath his pouty lower lip, and start to bring your lips closer to his.

The moment is broken when Jungkook spins you back around to face the shower wall. You let out another little shriek, but he chuckles into your ear. “You’re not done washing up yet, babe. I want to help you out.” 

He pumps the sweet and spicy-smelling body wash into his hands, and starts to run them up your front, slowly gliding along your stomach up towards your breasts. Briefly cupping your breasts in his big hands, he bypasses your nipples and instead skims along your collarbones, gently caressing your throat before reaching your shoulders.  You involuntarily shudder as your neglected nipples harden further.

Deliberately misinterpreting your shivers, Jungkook crowds into your back.  “Cold, baby? Let me fix that.” He tilts the showerhead slightly until the water is aimed at your chest. You shudder again at the competing sensations of the hot water on your front and his smooth skin against your back. Gathering your wet hair in one hand, he leans down to run his lips along the revealed skin of your neck. 

When you try to grind back into his cock, which you can feel hardening up against you, he nips at your neck and grabs your hips firmly. “Still not done. You haven’t even washed your legs yet, have you?”

“Jungkook, stop teasing!” You try to squirm out of his grip, but he’s too strong. Craning your head back, you look into his dark eyes. 

“Nope, don’t wanna.” His eyes crinkle up in that infuriatingly cocky grin as he peers down at you in between his long bangs. Shaking his bangs out of his face once again, he kisses you firmly but briefly, and then lets go to grab the handheld shower head. 

You take advantage of Jungkook’s momentary distraction to reach back and trail your fingers along his cock, which is now fully hard and pressing up against the small of your back. You caress the silky skin and cup the head of his cock until he growls into your ear. Grabbing your wrist, Jungkook brings your hand up to his mouth and lightly bites down on your index finger. “I told you we aren’t done yet. Don’t you want to be a clean girl for me?”

“I’d rather be dirty,” you whisper as he sucks your finger fully into his mouth, running his tongue along the sensitive pad of your finger. Jungkook moans around your finger as your words sink in.

However, you don’t have the last word for long. Jungkook forcibly nudges one muscled thigh between your legs, pushing your thighs apart and exposing you to the handheld shower head, which he’s now aiming directly at your sensitive core. 

You toss your head back and moan at the feeling of the water spraying against your pussy. Jungkook tilts the water until you audibly gasp -- he’s aimed it at the perfect spot, not directly on your clit, but close enough to send shockwaves of sensation throughout your entire center. He chuckles darkly, running his other hand down your side and firmly squeezing your hip. “Feel good?” He punctuates his question with a nip to your neck.

You’re too overwhelmed to answer him with anything except soft moans. All of your senses are assaulted -- the spicy smell of the body wash, the steam filling the air, the feeling of the hot water beating down on you and his tendrils of hair tickling your neck. You sag back into Jungkook, but he easily holds you up with the hand on your hip. He’s subtly grinding his hard, wet cock against your ass, but is more focused on what he’s doing to you with the showerhead. 

Jungkook slides his hand around to your pussy, and gently spreads your lips to reveal your clit. You can feel the orgasm rising up in you as he inches the spray of water closer to where you’re throbbing, but it’s not quite enough to push you over the edge. 

“Jungkook, please…” You grind down on his fingers, trying to get him to slide them inside you. 

Jungkook growls and nips your neck again, using the strength of his arm wrapped around your hips to hold you still. “Don’t be greedy, baby. I know you can come this way. And then, if you’re a good girl, I’ll fuck you the way you want.” He aims the showerhead directly on your throbbing clit and bites down where your neck meets your shoulder. The wave of warmth inside you radiates throughout your entire body as you shake through your orgasm, leaving you gasping and shivering as Jungkook puts the showerhead back and wraps both muscular arms around your waist.  

Weak-kneed, you turn around in his embrace and pull him down into a heated kiss. You can feel his need for you -- his hard cock is bumping into your abdomen, his hard nipples are rubbing up against yours, and his eyes are screwed shut as he plunders your mouth with his tongue. You need more, too--despite the orgasm, you’re not fully satisfied. You need something inside you now. His fingers, tongue, whatever he wants to give you… but preferably his cock. 

Pulling away from the kiss, you look into his eyes. “Baby, you promised to fuck me now. I need you.”

Jungkook bites his lip, suppressing a moan at your suggestive words. His sparkling eyes have gone black with lust. You reach up to turn the shower off so you can take him to the bed, but he stops you. “We’ll do it in here.”

“In the shower?”

Jungkook nods, mischief crossing his face again. “You said you never wanted to leave this shower. Now hang on tight.”  Before you can protest further, he grips your thighs, hauling you up until your legs wrap around his narrow waist. You shriek for what feels like the millionth time tonight, but quickly slide your arms around his neck, hanging on to his broad shoulders.  He presses you against the cold shower wall, shifting his grip to hold you securely by your ass. The sudden change in temperature on your back only serves to heighten the heat of his wet body pressed up against yours. Jungkook leans in and slides his lips against yours, forcing your mouth open and slipping his tongue in.  You tighten your grip on his broad shoulders, enjoying the feeling of his muscles flexing with the effort to hold you up. 

Jungkook easily shifts you into position so that he can slide his cock right into your throbbing pussy. You both let out loud moans at getting what you’ve been waiting for. It feels incredible to be filled. He breaks the kiss to throw his head back, groaning at the feeling of your wet warmth surrounding him. The water is running into his face, damp tendrils of hair plastered to his flushed cheeks. You’re taken aback once again at his beauty--and his strength, as he starts to pound into you while holding you steady against the shower wall. 

He’s keeping a steady, hard pace, and the angle is perfect--his thick cock is rubbing up against your g-spot, and your clit is being stimulated by his firm abs. You scratch your nails across his broad back, leaving little red marks that are soothed by the hot shower. You can see his biceps bulging and the veins in his neck throbbing from the exertion.  You lean forward and attach your mouth to his throat, nibbling up and down, feeling the vibrations from his low moans under your lips.

Jungkook’s grip on your ass cheeks tightens as he hurtles closer to orgasm. “You feel so good, baby,” he groans, slightly out of breath. “I’ve always wanted to do this.”

You tighten your thighs around his waist, and run your hands up and down his arms, squeezing his biceps. “I knew these muscles were good for something.” You smirk at him, getting an answering grin.

“The better for fucking you with.” He leans in for another searing kiss, and increases his pace even further. You’re lost in a steamy haze, enjoying the view of his face lost in pleasure, the sounds of his moans and gasps, and most of all, the feeling of his hard cock pounding into you. You’re already so sensitive from your previous orgasm, it’s not taking much to push you over the edge again. 

All too quickly, the thread in you snaps, and you shake through another orgasm. You tighten up everywhere--your hands around his shoulders, your thighs around his waist, and your pussy around his cock. The sensation pushes Jungkook into his orgasm as well. You feel his hips jackhammer forward, shooting into you as his hands tighten on your ass and he buries his moans into your neck. 

Slowly coming down with heavy pants, he gently encourages you to unwrap your legs so he can lower you back to a standing position. However, your knees are too shaky, and you start to crumple to the ground. Jungkook laughs and catches you around the waist again, pulling you closer to him and pecking your lips. “Now you’re really dirty, huh?”

You pout up at him. “Get me clean again.”

Jungkook is always cute and clingy after sex, and this is no different. He gently runs his hands all over you, scrubbing you with body wash again and then rinsing you off, being sure to avoid the oversensitive spots.  You wash each other’s hair, giggling as you form his long hair into a mini mohawk. It’s punctuated by soft, sweet kisses and caresses.  

Finally, after a long time, you turn the shower off and step out into the bathroom which is completely filled with steam. You sigh happily--that was an amazing shower, and an even better experience. Jungkook nuzzles into you, sweeping lotion onto you in soothing up and down strokes. “I can see why you like that shower so much, I never wanted to get out either,” he mumbles into your neck.

“Luckily, we’re here for a few more days, we can do that again.” You run a towel through his sopping wet hair, sweeping his bangs back and revealing his bright face to you. He has that special grin on his face for you, the one where his eyes crinkle up. “Let’s go get into bed, I’m tired, babe.”

Jungkook follows you into the bedroom, but stops you as you’re about to slide naked under the cool sheets. “Wait, you forgot something.” At your questioning look, he pulls a simple band off the ring holder on your bedside table. He slides it onto your finger with a slight blush on his cheeks. “Don’t you want to put this ring back on, Mrs. Jeon?”

You coo happily, admiring the wedding ring on your left hand. “Thank you, Mr. Jeon.” He hadn’t taken his own ring off before jumping into the shower, and you can see it glinting on his hand as he crawls into bed next to you.  

“You picked a great hotel for our honeymoon, babe. Should we see if we can make the hot water run out tomorrow?” Jungkook snuggles up to your side, wrapping a strong arm around your waist once again. “50 minute shower next time?”

[magicsmutshop]

Tangents

Pairings: Kim Taehyung/Reader, Min Yoongi/Reader

Genre: Smutty one-shot

Rating: Explicit

Word count: ~6000

Warnings: Alcohol, weed, voyeurism/exhibitionism, frat boy!Tae, frat boy!Yoongi, quasi-threesome

about: You’re stuck partnering on a presentation with resident stoner Taehyung. When you go over to his frat house to work on it, you meet his roommate Yoongi -- and realize they both have more to them than meets the eye.

inspired by this amazing picture.

Shouldering your backpack, you knock on the front door of the Beta Tau Sigma house. You shift your weight from foot to foot while waiting for a response. You can hear sounds coming through the door -- some kind of shooting game and guys yelling at each other to “duck under that projectile, Jin!” You roll your eyes and bang on the door harder.

Suddenly, the door is flung open to reveal a tall guy in a gray sweatsuit, shaking black hair out of his eyes. He stares at you for a moment, looking completely spaced-out.

“Uh, hi? Is Taehyung here?” You awkwardly adjust your backpack again and tighten your ponytail.

Tall Guy’s face clears and his eyes crinkle. “Oh yeah, he said he had somebody coming by to work on a project. He’s in the living room.” He spins on his heel and charges down the hall, not waiting to see if you followed.  You roll your eyes again and make your way inside, closing the door behind you. You definitely got a strong whiff of weed from that brief conversation, which doesn’t bode well for your project work tonight.

Your Anthro 101 professor had assigned partners for a presentation due in two weeks. Unfortunately, you were paired up with Kim Taehyung, the resident stoner who always made the most random comments during discussion. You internally cringed every time he opened his mouth, because his off-the-wall questions would lead the professor down long tangents that were irrelevant to the syllabus. It was a waste of your time when the professor could be lecturing on content that would actually show up on the exams!  You were dreading the idea of having to keep Taehyung on topic and on track during the presentation, which counted for a fairly large part of your grade.

On the other hand, Taehyung seemed happy with the partner assignment. He plopped down in the seat next to yours while you were packing up your notes, and cheerfully invited you to his fraternity house the next night to get started on the presentation.  He was a member of Beta Tau Sigma, the arts fraternity which was known for their hot artsy guys, but also for the noise complaints that came out of their League of Legends tournaments. You weren’t exactly eager to spend an evening there, but your roommate never left the dorm room and the library had shitty heating.  So here you were on a Friday night, following the skunk smell to the living room in search of your partner.

You poke your head into the room Tall Guy disappeared into, and see him sitting on the floor in front of the couch with a controller in his hands. He’s next to a beautiful man with broad shoulders and plush lips who’s screaming at the tv.  Behind them on the couch is Taehyung, next to yet another beautiful man with plush lips and silvery hair. The fraternity’s reputation was clearly not wrong.

Taehyung looks up with a beaming smile upon seeing you peeking in. “Y/N! You made it!” He gracefully unfolds himself off the couch and bounds over to you. “I’m so excited to work on this with you.” He’s making really intense eye contact with you, which is slightly unnerving until you notice the slight redness of his eyes. You see a bong made out of a Tata figurine on the beat-up coffee table in front of the couch, which explains everything you needed to know.

You force a smile. “Of course, looking forward to getting this project done. So, where’s your room?” The guys behind you break out into a chorus of “oohs” before returning their attention to the game they’re playing.  Taehyung ignores them, taking you gently by the arm and directing you out of the room.

“Sorry, we’ve been having our game night and they get a little rowdy. I promise they won’t bother us while we’re working on the project. I’m right upstairs. Do you want anything to drink before we get started?”

You shake your head. “No thanks, I’d rather just get to it.”  Taehyung shrugs and leads you up a flight of stairs. As you follow him, you can’t help but notice how nicely his ass fills out his black pants. He pushes open a door covered in a Nas poster and beckons for you to enter first.

You blink your eyes at the dim lighting when you enter his room. The room is a pretty standard-issue college room--there are two twin beds on opposite walls. One side is covered in torn-out pictures of rappers from magazines. The other side is covered in black-and-white photos, plus a poster of The Starry Night. In between the beds, another guy is sitting at his desk with his back to you. He has huge headphones on and is looking at an intimidating array of monitors and speakers. Like Taehyung, he’s wearing a baseball cap and a plain black tee. He doesn’t seem to have noticed your entrance.

Taehyung bounces over to the guy and pokes him in the shoulder. “Yo, Yoongi!”  Yoongi ignores him. Not to be deterred, Taehyung pulls one side of his headphones off. “Yoongi!”

Yoongi finally turns around. “What, Tae?” His scowl doesn’t hide the fact that he’s really attractive, with narrow, dark eyes, delicate lips, and the most flawless skin you’ve ever seen on a man. Seriously, what is it with the hot men in this fraternity? Suddenly, you notice his dark gaze land on you.

“Yoongi, this is Y/N! She’s in my anthro class, we’re going to work on that presentation I was telling you about!” Taehyung turns to you, smiling winningly. “This is my roommate Yoongi, do you mind if he sticks around? He’s working on a project too, but don’t worry, his headphones block out the entire world.”  You shrug.

Yoongi gives you a brief nod and then immediately turns back to his computer, putting his headphones back on. He’s clearly not the talkative type, but Taehyung seems to talk enough for two.  “Come sit here, I promise I just changed the sheets, Jungkook did the laundry so it smells really good!” He pats the bedspread next to him.

You tentatively approach and sit down, pulling your backpack into your lap. The sheets really do smell good, and sitting this closely, Taehyung smells good too. You were expecting him to smell like weed and Axe, but instead, he smells like a combination of musk and flowers.  You blink out of your brief reverie and lock eyes with him. There’s that discomfiting eye contact again… but this time you notice how long his eyelashes are. “So, shall we start?” He pulls out his laptop, breaking the moment.

---

Much to your surprise, Taehyung actually knows what he’s doing. He had a really good suggestion for your presentation topic, and when you agreed to it, he had a potential outline already typed up, with ideas for supporting articles and readings you could refer to.  Despite your worst fears, you’re done with the initial prep work in an hour, and have a solid base to draft your presentation for next week. Taehyung closes his laptop with a flourish and hops off his bed, stretching his arms above his head. His shirt rides up, revealing a flat stomach with a tiny happy trail leading up to his bellybutton. As your gaze drifts up his torso, you realize he’s watching you watch him, with a smug glint in his eyes.  “How about that drink now?”

You flush, realizing you were caught. Tae had completely changed your initial opinion of him over the past 90 minutes, once you realized how quick-thinking he actually was. You were actually enjoying his random little asides and pieces of trivia, and it was harder to ignore how attractive he actually was… for a frat boy. “I’m not sure,” you start to demur, but his smile quickly turns into a pout.

“Come on, it’s Friday night and we totally blew past our goals for the evening. Let’s hang out and play some Mario Kart,” he wheedles, widening his brown eyes at you.  Behind him, you hear a snort from Yoongi. Tae had claimed that Yoongi’s headphones blocked out the world, but that clearly wasn’t the case. Yoongi had made the occasional dry aside during your conversations. He had a sarcastic sense of humor, but had also made some good suggestions for your presentation.

---

Earlier on, you’d finally asked Tae why he led the professor on so many tangents during class. “You’re so organized with this project, why do you ask all those random questions that take ages for him to answer?”

Taehyung had a sly smile on his face. “It turns out that the professor has certain areas of interest that he wasn’t allowed to put on the syllabus because the department is so strict about 100-level standards. So when I ask my questions, I get participation credit, right?”  You nod slowly. You can see Yoongi at his desk, turned in your direction. “But not only do I get the credit, I also get insight into what the professor is interested in. He goes off on these tangents about his pet interests, which I then put into my homework and papers. He’s flattered that I have an interest, so I get a better grade.”

“Oh my god, are you serious?” your mind was blown. Suddenly you understood where Tae’s presentation idea came from--the professor had indeed rambled on about it for a good 20 minutes in the previous week’s class.  You looked at Taehyung with new respect. His eyes were glimmering with mischief.

Yoongi nodded. “I took this class last year with the same professor. I taught this guy everything he knows.” He had a matching sly smile on his face.  These two were trouble.

“Yah! I have some tricks of my own!” Taehyung playfully threw a plushie at Yoongi’s head, ending the conversation, and you got back to your work.

---

You agree to play Mario Kart, so Taehyung takes you back to the living room. Yoongi stays behind in the room, claiming he’s on a roll with his song, and the other guys are nowhere to be seen. According to Tae, they’ve left for a party at another frat.

“You didn’t want to go with them?” You ask, sipping on peach soju.

Taehyung shrugs. “I didn’t want to wreck our flow, and I’m cool just chilling here for the evening. Do you wanna make things interesting and race for shots?” His eyes sparkle and he shakes the bottle of soju in your direction.

“Race for shots?”

“Winner of the race has to do a shot of soju. That way if one of us is better, the alcohol evens things out. We implemented the house rule because otherwise Jungkook would win every single round.”

What do you have to lose? You’re having fun, and you could use the handicap to be honest. “Sure, let’s do it. But I call Yoshi!”

Taehyung pouts. “No fair, Yoshi’s the best.”

Seven rounds later, you’re both flushed and giggly and constantly running your karts off the side of the Rainbow Road.  Taehyung’s tolerance is surprisingly low for a frat boy, and you aren’t doing much better. He keeps leaning into your side as he acts out the turns with his entire body. Whenever he presses up against your side, you get another whiff of that musky fragrance, and his body forms a line of heat against yours. 

He knocks back his penalty shot of soju but not all of it makes it into his mouth. You watch the droplets of liquid travel down his firm jawline onto his neck. Your mouth is suddenly dry--you find yourself wanting to track that droplet with your tongue.  He seems to know what you’re thinking. When you look back at his eyes, he’s staring at your mouth. “Hey. I don’t think I can take any more soju. How about a different penalty for winning the next race? Winner has to give the loser a kiss.”

You gulp. His mouth looks lush and red, and is glistening from the soju. He licks his lips slowly, cleaning off the last of the alcohol. Fueled by soju bravery, you lick your own lips. “How about we skip the race and go straight to the penalty?” You can feel a flush rise to your cheeks that isn’t solely from the alcohol.

In lieu of an answer, he leans forward and gently brushes his lips against yours. You close your eyes, open your mouth and fall into the kiss. His lips are soft, and when you slide your tongue against his, he tastes like peaches. As the kissing becomes more intense, he suddenly wraps his hands around your face, long fingers caressing your cheeks. You pull back for a moment, looking into his intense eyes. The eye contact is no longer uncomfortable, but you break it in order to make your wish of tracking the stray soju come true. You dip your head to brush kisses along his jawline, following the sticky traces, moving down to his neck. He gasps and lets out a deep moan. His voice has gotten impossibly deeper as you continue to kiss and gently suck on his neck. “Don’t stop, babe. That feels incredible.”

Suddenly, he slides his hands into your ponytail and pulls you off his neck, crushing his lips to yours again. As you let out tiny whines into his mouth, his hands roam down your body, grabbing you by the waist and lifting you into his lap.  You toss your head back at the feeling of his hardness trapped underneath you. You’re separated by several layers of clothing, but you can feel his cock grinding up into you. He reaches under your shirt and runs his hands up your back while you’re rubbing against him. Both of you are getting loud--until you suddenly hear the door open, and boisterous laughter wafting into the hall.

You spring off his lap and fling yourself back onto the couch next to him, but there’s no hiding what you’ve been up to. Both of you have wet, bitten lips, you’re heaving with breath, and he has a massive bulge in his pants. Luckily, you hear the noise move into the kitchen rather than in your direction.  Taehyung nods to himself, stands up, and takes your hands to pull you up as well. “Stay with me tonight?” he whispers.

He doesn’t give you a chance to answer before wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you deeply while he walks you backwards to the stairs. You stumble a bit, the haze of lust and alcohol fogging up your coordination, but his grip is firm and steady.  This time, he lets you go ahead of him on the stairs, and you swear you can feel his heated gaze on your ass. Your intuition is proven right as he reaches out and squeezes your cheeks with both hands just as you reach the top landing. You manage to stifle your yelp in time before the boys in the kitchen hear you. “Tae!” you hiss, turning around on him.  He grins, unrepentant.

Tae takes your waist in his grasp again, crowding his body up against your back, and gently pushes you through the door with the Nas picture. You can feel him rubbing his cock against your ass as he slides his hands up your stomach towards your breasts. All of a sudden, you stop short as you take in the room. His roommate! Yoongi isn’t at his computer, and the room is only lit by the glow of his sleeping monitors and a lamp on Tae’s nightstand.  But you see a human-sized lump in the twin bed on the far end of the room.

Taehyung continues to move his hands up to your breasts, pinching at your nipples. Even through your shirt and bra, it feels amazing, but you reluctantly twist out of his grip.  “Tae, we can’t do this, Yoongi’s sleeping right there.” you hiss as quietly as possible.

Taehyung chuckles lowly. “Yoongi is the heaviest sleeper I know. He has his headphones on for white noise, and a sleeping mask. I promise you, he has no idea what’s happening right now,” he says in his normal speaking tone.  You look over at Yoongi again fearfully, but he hasn’t twitched a muscle. Sure enough, you can see Galaxy Buds in his ears, a Kumamon mask pulled over his eyes, and his blanket pulled up to his chin. He looks strangely angelic in his sleep. But you’re still unsure… until Tae pulls you into yet another kiss.

You can’t get enough of the taste of his lips, the feeling of his big hands roaming over your skin, or the smell of his neck when you bury your nose in it. All of your doubts float away in the Tae-and-soju haze.  You crawl onto his bed and let your legs fall open so that he can lower himself down in between them.

“You’re so sexy, I noticed you the first day in class,” he murmurs as he slowly pushes your shirt up, revealing your plain purple bra. “You were chewing on your pen in between taking notes, and you looked so annoyed every time I opened my mouth. That was the third reason I kept asking so many questions in class--to get a rise out of you.” He expertly flips the front clasp on your bra and pulls it apart, revealing your breasts to him. Before you can respond to his cheeky statement, he silences you by leaning down and licking across one of your nipples. He works his tongue around the nub, enjoying the feeling of it stiffening in his mouth.  You’re still trying to keep your cries quiet out of fear of waking Yoongi up, but he’s making it extremely difficult.

You run your hands down his back, grabbing the end of his shirt and starting to tug it up. “Take this off, Tae.” He sits up and pulls his shirt over his head, dislodging his baseball cap. He flings his shirt to the floor, picks up the cap, and settles it back on his head, brim facing backwards. He flashes you a V-sign when he catches you staring. You ignore the cap in favor of admiring the swathes of golden skin that have been revealed. His shoulders are broad, and his torso is lean and lightly muscled. You shrug off your shirt and bra as well, and pull him back down on top of you.

After a few minutes of heated kissing, you can feel his hips rocking into yours more urgently. Panting lightly, he pulls back and looks into your eyes. “Can I go down on you?”

“Hell yes.” You start to unbutton your pants, but he stops you, putting his hands over yours. He slowly kisses his way down your torso, detouring to lick at each of your nipples in turn, and flutters his tongue in your bellybutton, making you laugh. Finally, he slides off your pants and underwear in one smooth motion, leaving you completely bare to his gaze. Tae pushes your legs apart, running his hands up your thighs. He doesn’t drag it out any longer, but gently slides his thumb in between your lower lips, rubbing at the wetness around your hole.

“Seriously, so sexy.” Using both hands, Tae parts your lips to reveal your clit, and swipes at it with his tongue. Your hips kick up as you choke on a moan. His tongue is hot and wet, and feels amazing as he swirls it around your aching nub. He looks up at you. “Play with your nipples for me, baby.” You bring your hands up to follow his orders, when suddenly you notice movement on the far end of the room.  You turn your head to the side and lock eyes with Yoongi, who is decidedly not asleep and is watching you. You flinch, nearly kicking Tae in the head.

Yoongi flashes you a lazy smirk and waves at you and Taehyung, who has also noticed he’s awake.  Tae giggles and waves back. “Hi, Yoongi! Did we wake you up?” He leans back in towards you, but you hold him back with a hand on his forehead, bringing your other arm up to cover your breasts.

“Yoongi, I’m so sorry, Taehyung told me you would sleep through anything,” you babble.

“Now how could I sleep through this? And why would I want to?” Yoongi rumbles in a sleep-roughened voice. He sounds nonchalant as ever, but the high flush on his cheeks tell a different story, and you notice one of his hands is underneath his covers. He bites his lower lip, tongue peeking out to swipe across it.

Taehyung, ever observant, doesn’t overlook your interest. “Do you mind if he stays?” You turn your attention back to him where he’s still between your legs. His lips and chin are wet with your juices, his eyes are sparkling, and his forehead is flushed underneath that damn backwards ballcap.  You can feel his hands sneaking back up to your pussy, and you can feel Yoongi’s gaze like a weight. You’ve never felt so desirable and sexy. The soju haze has mostly left you, but you’re under a fog of lust and you don’t want to stop here. 

Locking eyes with Yoongi again, you shake your head. “I don’t mind. But I don’t want to be the only one naked here.”

Taehyung hurriedly raises himself up to his knees, almost falling over as he hurriedly shoves down his black pants. He’s not wearing any underwear underneath, so his large cock springs out and slaps against his stomach. Your breath catches. It’s incredible how hard it is for the size. It’s glistening at the tip, and you know it’s going to feel absolutely amazing inside you. But first, you want to taste him there and see if he’s as sweet as he is everywhere else.

You hear rustling from Yoongi’s side of the room, and glance over to see he has his covers rucked down to his waist, exposing his bare chest. He’s broader than Taehyung, with perky nipples you’d love to get your mouth on. He has one hand propping up his head to better enjoy the show, and the other hand is slowly, rhythmically moving under the covers.  You drag your gaze away from him and back to Taehyung, who’s put his mouth back on your clit and is slowly grinding his hips into the bed.

Now that you don’t have to worry about being quiet, your moans fill the air as Taehyung works the gasps out of your mouth. He slides one long finger into you, stroking it in and out as he suckles at your clit. His eyes are closed in bliss as he enjoys your taste, and you can feel the vibrations of his low moans.  You suddenly find yourself way too close to coming, and you don’t want to be done so quickly.

“Tae.” He opens his eyes and meets yours, sliding his finger out of your pussy and into his mouth. You almost forget what you were going to say, but gather the last threads of coherency back together. “Let me return the favor.”  You hear Yoongi quietly gasp and speed up his strokes.

You and Taehyung switch places on the bed, with him now lying on his back, looking up at you. You whip the cap off his head, running your fingers through his silky hair, before sitting back up on top of his legs. You feel shy for a moment to be so exposed, but the expression on his face reveals nothing but desire and lust. You can hear Yoongi’s little gasps from across the room as well, as you mouth down Tae’s toned torso towards his cock.  You swirl your tongue around the head of his cock, lapping up his sticky precome. It doesn’t taste like peaches, but you can’t get enough of his unique flavor.

Tae gets loud, unabashedly keeping up a steady stream of compliments in that deep voice, telling you how sexy you look as you slide your mouth down his cock. It’s too big for you to take the whole thing in, but you use your hand to slide up and down the parts your mouth can’t reach.  After a few minutes, you feel his hips start to jerk up more, and he wraps his hand in your ponytail to gently pull you off. “Stop… I’m so close, but I really want to fuck you.”

You press one last open-mouthed kiss to the head of his cock, and then knee-walk your way back up his body to pull him in for a heated liplock. After grabbing a condom and rolling it on, he brings his hands to your core again, plunging two fingers into your pussy while sucking on your neck right underneath your ear, making you gasp.  His fingers feel great, but you’re after something bigger. Batting his hand aside, you grasp his cock and slowly take the entire length in until your thighs press against his sharp hipbones. You both gasp and pause for a moment, enjoying the feeling until you have to move. Leaning forward and resting your hands on his shoulders, your lips meet once again as you start to rock back and forth on his cock.

He’s stroking up into you at the perfect angle and speed. You can barely keep your lips connected to his, until you finally pull away to gasp for air. His eyes are squeezed shut underneath his thick eyebrows, and he’s biting his lower lip almost painfully.  Before you get lost in the pleasure, you turn to the side again, and see Yoongi looks almost as lost, biting the side of his hand to stay quiet as he rapidly strokes himself underneath the covers. Seeing the effect you’re having on these two men causes you to clench tightly on Taehyung’s length. If you can just get a little friction, you’re so close to coming apart.

Taehyung suddenly moans sharply, grabs your hips, and forces you down onto his cock as his hips hammer up into you. You can see his pulse pounding in his neck as his breathing gradually slows. A bright flush spreads across his cheeks as you realize that he just came.

Taehyung gently raises you up by the hips so he can pull out of you, panting heavily. You let out a little whine--you were so close to coming! You can’t help but grind down on his flat stomach, trying to get any friction on your throbbing clit. His eyes are closed and his expression is completely blissed out as he scrubs his hand through his sweaty hair. Suddenly, he opens his eyes and gives you a pout. “Shit, babe--that felt way too good, I didn’t mean to come that fast. You didn’t get off yet, right?” Tae’s voice is gravelly and satisfied, in contrast to his puppy eyes. “Give me a second and I’ll go down on you again.”

You open your mouth to accept his offer, when you’re interrupted from an unexpected corner. “That won’t be necessary,” Yoongi says. As you and Tae both swivel to look over at him, Yoongi abruptly raises himself off his bed. You can see spots of color high on his cheeks, and his lips are flushed and wet from where he’s been biting them. His pupils are so dilated, his eyes are practically black. Looking further down, the wet spot on the front of the bulge in his boxers leave you no doubt that he’s been enjoying the show. But he can’t stand by and merely watch any longer. 

He stalks in your direction, unceremoniously stripping off his underwear to reveal his flushed cock. He gently strokes himself a few times, spreading the precome up and down his shaft before grabbing a condom from Tae’s bedside table and smoothly rolling it on.

“Is this okay?” he whispers into your ear as he climbs onto the bed behind you where you’re still straddling Taehyung’s legs. You gulp and nod, grinding yourself onto Tae’s abs a little harder. This is straight out of your deepest, darkest fantasies. “Baby, I need you to use your words.” Yoongi’s voice drops even further as he leans closer. You can smell the woodsy note of his cologne and feel the heat radiating off of his hands, which are planted on the bed on either side of your hips.

“Y-yes, this is more than okay,” you manage to gasp out. You start to rise off of Taehyung, to move off of him so that Yoongi has room to maneuver. But Yoongi instead grabs your hips firmly, keeping you in place as he presses his full body up against yours. This is the first time he’s touched you all night, and his big hands feel so good, slightly digging into your flesh. You’re going to have the marks from this encounter on your skin for quite some time, and you can’t get enough of it.

“Okay, Tae, watch and learn. This is how you get the job done.” Yoongi teasingly tells the other man over your shoulder, before ducking his head down to your neck. He trails his pouty lips up and down your skin, leaving a sucking mark on the sensitive spot right beneath your ear that Taehyung had been teasing earlier. He had clearly been paying close attention to the spots that made you shudder. You tilt your head to give him better access, reveling in having his attention on you. You can feel him grinding his hard cock against your ass, so close to where you’re feeling aching and empty. You try to tilt your hips backwards, but his grip is too firm.

Taehyung is completely unfazed by the extra body straddling his legs. He smirks and makes himself comfortable, putting his hands underneath his head on the pillow. “Teach me your ways, sunbae.” He casts his mischievous gaze down your body, lingering on your hard, flushed nipples before looking down at where Yoongi’s cock is slowly sliding through your parted lips. The smooth head of Yoongi’s length occasionally bumps up against your clit, sending sparks of pleasure throughout your body. You’re practically shaking from your delayed orgasm, and aching for more. These frat boys are goddamned teases!

Finally, Yoongi uses his grip on you to pull you backwards where he wants you, and slides into your dripping core in one smooth motion. You’re so wet, his hard cock strokes in and out of you easily. You squeeze your eyes shut and let out a shuddering moan. It feels absolutely incredible to be filled up again. Tae was long, but Yoongi is thick. Yoongi slides his hands around your waist, holding you up as he drives himself into you more firmly. You can hear him breathing heavily, letting out low grunts.

“Tae was right--you really do feel amazing,” he rasps. “But I have- better- self- control-” as he punctuates his statement with little bites to your shoulders. With effort, you turn your head to look him in the eyes so you can let him know what you think of his smug comment. But your words are lost as he immediately captures your lips in a searing kiss. He knows exactly what to do with his tongue, stroking it into your mouth in the same rhythm that he’s fucking you in. He takes one hand off your waist and slides it up into your hair, grasping your ponytail firmly and using it to turn your head to exactly the right angle so he can continue to plunder your mouth.

You’re lost in the pleasure of his lips, his hands, and his dick until you suddenly feel another set of hands running up the underside of your breasts, tweaking and tugging at your nipples.  You break away from Yoongi with a moan and look down at Taehyung, who’s made himself known again. He sends another smirk in your direction. “Don’t mind me, I just thought these could use some more attention.” He meets Yoongi’s eyes and grins cheekily.

Yoongi lets out a low growl. “Shut it, brat.” But in comparison to his harsh words, his touch is gentle as he takes your hands and lowers you forward until you’re now on all fours directly above Taehyung.  Taehyung immediately takes advantage, cupping your breasts in his large hands, rubbing his thumbs over your peaked nipples as he surges up to reattach his mouth to your neck. With you firmly in place, Yoongi grabs your hips again and doubles the speed of his thrusts.

You’re now surrounded on all sides as Taehyung sucks yet another hickey into your neck and Yoongi’s cock slides right up against your G-spot.  You have two sets of hands roaming your curves and all you can do is kneel there and give yourself over to the pleasure. You feel the tingles starting in your toes and slowly rising up through your entire body. You’re letting out a stream of stuttering moans in concert with Yoongi’s deeper gasps and the wet sounds of Taehyung kissing your neck. As your vision starts to go hazy, Yoongi slides one of his hands around your hip and firmly rubs your clit in small circles.

“Come on baby, I can tell you’re so close. Let go, come for us,” Yoongi bites out as his hips stutter into you.  Taehyung doesn’t say anything, but lowers his head and captures one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking hard. After one more firm press of Yoongi’s fingers, you absolutely lose it, shaking apart as your pussy clenches around Yoongi’s cock.  You actually black out for a moment from how good it feels after being on the verge of orgasm for so long.

When you return to yourself, you can hear Yoongi’s little grunts and gasps as his hands squeeze on your hips and his hips kick forward one, two more times. When he’s finished coming, he slumps forward, panting. His sudden weight on your back sends you crashing onto Taehyung’s body with a whump.

“Oh! Get off me old man, you’re crushing me!” Taehyung suddenly breaks the mood by reaching around and giving Yoongi a hard slap on the ass.  Yoongi grumbles something under his breath, pulling out of you and rolling off to the side of the bed. You break out into little giggles, still feeling a little lightheaded from your orgasm.  Tae wraps his arms around you and strokes his hands up and down your back. “How are you feeling?”

“That was… wow. I hope you took good notes, because that should definitely be on the exam. Yoongi can be my teacher anyday.” You send a flirtatious smile Yoongi’s way.  Yoongi lights up with a wide, gummy grin that completely transforms his face. You can’t believe this is the same man that just fucked the life out of you. Both of these frat boys have been full of pleasant surprises tonight.

“So, more study sessions in the future? I have so many more questions to ask...” you finally shut Taehyung up by pulling him into a kiss as you feel Yoongi’s hand start to creep back up your side. You have a feeling this is going to be one of the most satisfying projects of your college career.

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When You See My Base Line - Pt 1

part 1 of 4

Pairing: Jung Hoseok/Reader Genre: Multi-chapter smut Rating: Explicit Word count: ~2500 Warnings: Alcohol, swearing, drooling over Hoseok’s perfect face and body Summary: You need a hobby, so you take a figure drawing class. Hoseok is the nude model. Note: this is my first fic so please take good care of me! Navigation: part 2 | part 3 | part 4

Who is that man talking to Namjoon by the desk? You’ve never seen him before, but as you look him up and down, you definitely like what you see. Dark, wavy hair with blond streaks flops over his finely-drawn eyebrows. The man’s eyes appealingly crinkle as he beamed at your art teacher, showing off a wide, heart-shaped grin.  He looks a bit short standing next to Namjoon--but who doesn’t, next to that tree of a man? More importantly, his loose hoodie and baggy yellow shorts reveal swathes of honey skin and lean muscle. He has the look of a dancer, slender but powerful. Your eyes catch on his exposed thighs (those shorts were really rather short, weren’t they?). Damn, those are truly something to behold. You’d never considered yourself a leg woman before, but those yellow shorts are changing your outlook. 

As you drag your appreciative gaze back up his body and face (was that a freckle on his top lip?), you realize Yellow Shorts is looking right back at you. You get lost in his dark brown eyes for a moment until it dawns on you that you’ve just been busted checking this gorgeous man out. His smile grows impossibly wider as your cheeks grow hot. Damn your easy blushes.

You quickly break eye contact, busying yourself with digging through your leather satchel, pretending to look for your pencils. Your hands are actually trembling a bit, and you can feel your heart pounding. How can a 5-second eye lock have such an effect on you? Yellow Shorts is still talking to Namjoon, but every time you accidentally look in their direction (who are you kidding? Your stare is drawn to him like you're magnetized), you can feel the weight of his gaze on you.  

Suddenly, Namjoon breaks the tension by clapping his hands together, drawing the attention of everyone sitting at their easels. You turn your attention towards your teacher, but out of the corner of your eyes, you notice Yellow Shorts slipping away towards the screen in the corner of the studio. Is he the model for tonight? You could only be so lucky.

“Hey guys, welcome to week three! Glad you could all make it out on this rainy evening.” Namjoon addresses the class, a dimple appearing in his right cheek as he smiles. “By now, you’re all pretty familiar with the drill, right? We’ll start off with 5 minutes of quick warm-up sketches, and then move into some 10-minute poses. 15 minute coffee break at the hour mark, and then we’ll do a 45-minute pose. Sound good?” He nudges his black-rimmed glasses up his nose as your classmates murmur their agreement. 

As you pull your sketchbook out of your bag, you think back to how you’d ended up in this studio in the first place. 

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You’d just ended an 18-month long relationship a few months prior. It was a reasonably amicable breakup--no cheating or dramatics. You had just… fallen out of love. In fact, you weren’t sure if you were ever actually in love. Your relationship had quickly fizzled out of the honeymoon stage, so towards the end, you were in a rut of watching bad tv together on the couch nightly, your ex playing Overwatch on his laptop while you browsed Twitter on your phone. Your sex life wasn’t any more interesting--you hadn’t even “Overwatch and chilled” in quite a while. One night, you looked over at him and realized you had no desire to do this for the next 40 years, and told him it was over. He shrugged, barely looking up from his game.

However, no matter how boring it had been towards the end, it had been comfortable companionship, so your apartment now seemed empty at night. Even the stereotypical post-breakup gym routine couldn’t fill the hours, although you had never looked better. You thought about getting back into the dating game, but the selection of men on the apps was, to put it lightly, terrible. 

One night, you were out at a bar with your best friend getting wine-drunk and complaining about your boredom. Ashley took a long sip of her drink before looking at you over her glass. “You know what you need? You need a hobby. And no, Twitter and Tinder don’t count.”

“Twitter is a perfectly valid hobby. I’m keeping up on the latest political news and memes! Plus did you see the latest posts from Mark Ruffalo? That guy is a genius.” You drained the last of your glass and looked around for the server. You needed another drink.

Ashley scoffed. “You’re not even keeping up with politics. You’re getting into flamewars with people over the latest episode of the Bachelorette.” Damn. Your best friend knew you too well. She turned her head and effortlessly flagged the server over while checking her watch. Twenty minutes left for happy hour specials. “Hi, can we get two more glasses of the rosé please?” 

You resisted the urge to check your Twitter account and incur more of Ashley’s scorn. “What do you suggest, then?”

“My coworker, you know the one that had the breakdown after she walked in on her husband fucking the babysitter?” Ashley paused as the server dropped off the fresh drinks.  You nodded--that was a juicy story you wouldn’t be forgetting anytime soon. “Anyway, she started taking art classes at the rec center. She does everything from pottery to watercolors. Apparently, her psychologist recommended it, but she loves it. She never stops talking about how healing it’s been.”

You wrinkled your nose. “The rec center? I thought those classes were for kids and senior citizens.”

“She did mention there are a lot of old people in her classes. But get this--the drawing teacher was this really hot Korean guy. With dimples.” Ashley gave you a meaningful look. She really did know you too well.

“Ehh… art class? I don’t know if that’s really my thing. I haven’t touched a sketchbook in years.” You had actually been a decent artist in high school, but had dropped it in college as you got wrapped up in your classes and parties. You honestly couldn’t remember the last time you’d done anything artistic, outside of mandatory bridesmaid crafting duties for bridal showers and bachelorette parties.

“Hot. Korean. Guy. With. Dimples.” Wine splashed out of Ashley’s glass as she jabbed your finger at you for emphasis. “Plus, getting some culture could be healing for you. It worked for Jessica. You really need to get out of the apartment more.”

You gently grabbed Ashley’s glass, rescuing the wine from her flailing and promptly. pouring it down your throat. “I’ll think about it.” You weren’t going to think about it. There was no way you were going to take an art class with a bunch of senior citizens, even with the lure of a hot instructor.

Two drinks later for each of you, Ashley was squinting at your credit card, trying to type the numbers into the rec center’s shitty website on her phone. “Boom, you’re signed up. Class starts Monday so you’d better get your supplies this weekend.”

In your rosé-induced haze, what you hadn’t realized is that Ashley had signed you up for a figure drawing class. You were in for a double shock when you walked into the rec center 10 minutes late that first Monday night. The first shock, that the teacher, Namjoon, really was that hot (with fantastic dimples)--and the second shock, that there was a nude middle-aged man posing on a couch on a small stage.

Much to your surprise (and Ashley’s smugness), the figure drawing class really was enjoyable. Namjoon was a great teacher--patient and encouraging--and you’d forgotten how good it felt to create something rather than just passively consuming media. You’d even gotten used to the nudity as you focused on capturing the model in efficient pencil strokes in your sketchbook. Your first few figure sketches were horribly amateur, but you soon got caught up in the art, and the first two classes had flown by. The second week’s model had been a young college-aged woman with the most amazing tiger tattoo covering her back, which had been a lot of fun to draw. You had been looking forward to what week three would bring, but you had no idea what was really in store for you.

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As you finish setting out your pencils and erasers, you notice motion from the corner of the room again. The hot guy from earlier emerges from behind the screen… and he's no longer wearing the shorts, but is wrapped in a knee-length gray robe. Oh holy shit, he really is the model for the night. One of your pencils goes flying out of your suddenly-clammy grip and clatters across the floor, rolling to a stop in front of Yellow Shorts. Your face bursts into flames again.

His face scrunches up into a warm smile. “Oops! You might need this.” He bends over (don’t look at his ass, don’t look at his ass), scoops the pencil up, and saunters over to your desk.  The pencil appears in your line of vision where you're staring fixedly down at your sketchbook. Slowly, you look up and meet his twinkling eyes. His smile doesn’t dim as you stare blankly up at him and the little dimples in his cheeks, but he waves the pencil in front of you again. Your attention caught by his hands, you suddenly notice how long and elegant his fingers are. He wears a silver ring on his middle finger, and a delicate chain on his wrist. 

As if in a dream, you finally take the pencil from him. Your hand brushes his. His fingers are warm and dry, but you feel your breath catch at the light touch. He drags a fingertip across your palm as he lets go of the pencil. Your eyes snap up to his, which look decidedly darker. But his light tone of voice doesn’t match his eyes as he simply says, “Here you go! Please use it to draw me well!” He turns away to join Namjoon in front of the stage.

Namjoon chuckles quietly. “Everyone, this is Hoseok, our model for tonight. Some of you might know him already. He’s the dance teacher here at the rec center, but moonlights as an art model in his free time.” A dancer, of course. That explains the muscle. Your blush still hasn’t gone down and your palm is still tingling as you try not to stare at his toned legs. Namjoon turns to Hoseok and claps him on the shoulder. “We’ll start with the 5-minute warmup first, so just change your pose every time you hear the timer beep.”

Yellow Shorts--Hoseok--nods cheerfully. “Aye aye, boss!” He steps up on the stage and unceremoniously shrugs out of his robe, laying it to one side and sitting down on the chaise lounge. All of the blood that had previously been in your cheeks is now rushing down to lower parts as you’re treated to an uninterrupted view of his sinuous body. He’s perfect. His collarbones catch the light as he turns his face to the side, revealing a sharp profile. His biceps flex lightly as he lowers himself down on one elbow, accentuating the line from his elegant shoulders to his narrow waist. A very defined v-line draws your eyes from his lean abs to his relaxed cock resting on one of his gorgeous thighs. You subtly squeeze your legs together under your desk at the sight. Shit, even his dick is perfect. You genuinely think your heart might stop--but what a way to go.

Suddenly, your lustful reverie is broken by the sound of the timer going off, indicating that a minute in the quick sketch period had gone by and it’s time for Hoseok to switch poses.  You haven’t drawn a single line in your sketchbook yet. You’re fucked.

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