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demon boys

pairing: yoonseok length: series, 1.2k genre: fluff rating: pg-13 tags: buzfeed unsolved au, fluff, established relationship, + domestic antics

summary: 

Hoseok believes in ghosts.

Yoongi doesn't.

However, Hoseok wants Yoongi's help with his new series, one involving unsolved murders and mysteries.

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“It passed!”

Hoseok rushes over to Yoongi’s desk, nearly tripping in excitement. He’s waving his phone in the air like a mad man, their coworkers cheering plethoras of “Congrats, dude!” and “Knew it would work!”.

Yoongi looks over his shoulder, pausing the article he is in the middle of to make sure his boyfriend doesn’t end up killing himself on the short distance to his desk. He swivels his chair and turns towards Hoseok, peering out from his glasses.

“The documentary series?”  

Hoseok nods, head bouncing like an over enthusiastic bobble head.

“Approved and ready to go,” Hoseok says, “Namjoon just wants to know who’s going to join me.”

Yoongi smiles, happy to see Hoseok so excited. He knows how hard he’s pitched this idea; through every meeting, post-it note, and pile of manuscripts. Yoongi was the one who had to stay up for every marathon of Ghost Adventure Hoseok threw his way. It was his way of “amping him up”, as Hoseok liked to say. Leave it to the guy who is afraid of everything from heights to insects to pitch a documentary on paranormal adventures. Despite it, Yoongi does find it endearing.

“I’m super proud of you,” Yoongi grabs Hoseok’s hand and interlocks their fingers for a brief moment, “Why not ask Taehyung? He’s always down for things like that. Last week he submitted that article on ‘Top 10 Places to Host a Seance’”.

Hoseok shudders, shaking his head, “Trust me, I remember that. He wanted me to go to every cemetery with him in town.”

“Well, I mean--you have to get used to it now,” Yoongi says, spinning back in his chair to finish writing his article. He has a deadline approaching.

“Yoongi,” Hoseok pouts, moving to stand behind Yoongi’s monitor, “I don’t want Taehyung as a partner. I want you.”

Yoongi hears Taehyung yell, “Hey!” from a few desks down. Hoseok blurts out an apology and then turns back to his boyfriend, persistence evident on his face.

“Not happening.”

Hoseok draws out his name again, trying everything to convince Yoongi.

“It will be fun! When do we ever get to travel?”

“Hoseok, if you wanted to travel just tell me. We don’t have to go to murderer’s homes in order to enjoy ourselves.”

“Actually,” Hoseok says, pointing his index finger at Yoongi, “It’s not just murder’s homes. We’d go to, like, abandoned theme parks and stuff, too.”

Yoongi continues to type his article, the blinding white of the screen getting to him as he wipes his eyes from under his glasses, “Doesn’t help your case, Hobi.”

“Please,” Hoseok says, nearly resorting to begging on his knees, “I’d feel a lot safer if I knew I was with you.”

“There’s nothing for me to protect you from because ghosts aren’t real.”

Yoongi skims over his article. He’s nearly finished, only a few more sentences.

“If they’re not real why did you want me to turn off that episode of Ghost Adventures so bad last night? I can prove it to you that they’re real.” Hoseok looks like he’s ready to begin a proclamation on how and why the supernatural posses us.

“You know why I wanted to turn it off last night, Hoseok. Not really work appropriate,” Yoongi whispers so only Hoseok can hear, a slight smirk on his lips. Hoseok’s face turns pink, even up to the curve of his ears.

“Well, nevermind that one,” He brushes off, hoping Yoongi doesn’t expand on it in front of their coworkers. Yoongi knows better. He just likes to mess with Hoseok.

Yoongi skims over his article again, proofreading it and making sure it's up to tact before emailing it off to Namjoon for further editing.

“Just think about it,” Hoseok says, planting a kiss on Yoongi’s cheek before making his way over to his desk, “It’d mean a lot to me--to do this project with you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Yoongi nods, “I’ll see you at home, yeah?”

Hoseok nods, still ecstatic over the fact his project is coming true.

After Hoseok has returned back to his own area, Yoongi checks his emails and begins to make a checklist of ideas for his next article. He pushes around a few ideas, but his mind can only think about the proposal his boyfriend threw at him.

Sure, he doesn’t believe in ghosts, spirits, or any of the paranormal, but he can appreciate the thought, at least. He does love a good horror movie. That’s because that’s all they are; it’s works of fiction, one Yoongi can watch and forget about at the end of the day.

Yoongi knows for a fact how scared Hoseok can get merely watching paranormal acts happen, so he can’t imagine his reaction if he were to see them happen right in front of him. Not even Taehyung could probably handle that and that guy has seen a lot of things.

Yoongi groans. Hurting Hoseok’s feelings or dealing with a few stupid ghosts? His logic could save him from the former.

“Fine,” Yoongi mutters under his breath, grabbing his phone off his desk.

[yoongi | 4:04pm]

meet me at the rossero after work..my treat

[yoongi | 4:05pm]

p.s

proud of u always

He thinks he sees Hoseok glance at his phone--a smile illuminating--but he can’t be too sure.

-

By the time Yoongi gets out of work and walks into The Rossero, Hoseok is already waiting at their preferred table. “Sorry for the wait,” Yoongi apologizes, figuring Hoseok had been waiting a while from the text he’d sent him half an hour before, saying i’m almost there! “That’s okay, I just got here,” he says, smiling at Yoongi like he has just seen an angel.   Yoongi knows he didn’t just get here, and Hoseok knows Yoongi knows—but this is them, waiting patiently for each other until the end. Or until Hoseok’s stomach grumbles. A waiter approaches their table and sets down a plate of steaming seafood scampi. Yoongi smirks at Hoseok and his boyfriend looks a little guilty (Yoongi is the one treating them, after all) but, Yoongi, of course, tells him to go ahead and eat well. How could Hoseok complain? When the waiter comes back a few minutes later with Yoongi’s food, Hoseok is so smiley, going on about his project and how badly he’d wanted it.Our company is financing my series, isn’t that amazing? They’re giving me so much control over the production. I’ll be able to do so many things.And it is amazing, Yoongi knows how hard Hoseok worked on his proposal, how arduously he works every day to get closer to his goals. So, obviously, this ends up with Yoongi ordering a bottle of champagne for a well-deserved celebration.

Scanning the menu, he takes a white champagne--one sweet, just like Hoseok. He thinks they can afford to splurge just this once; it is a celebration, after all.

Hoseok sighs contentedly, “This is great. It’d be perfect if you were there with me, Yoon.” “I’ll do it,” Yoongi blurts. He’s considerably less buzzed than Hoseok, sober almost, even when they’ve drank at the same pace. “You--what?” “I’ll be your partner. Like you said, when do we ever get to travel?” “Oh, my God, Yoongi. Are you serious?” Hoseok is smiling from ear to ear, his face flushed and arms coming up to sneak around Yoongi’s neck. “We’re going to have so much fun.”

Yoongi has barely any time to breathe when Hoseok begins to explain the trip he’s planned for the first episode.

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i havent updated in so long TT im so sorry! school + life + work has been crazy!

would anyone be interested in a snippet of a yoonseok ive been working on??

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Does hotel walls have a yoonseok version? I really want that one Lol

ahh ive gotten this request before!! def considering it

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anyone here a fan of buzzfeed unsolved.............and perhaps YOONSEOK...

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superlove

pairing: yoonseok x reader length: one shot, 1k genre: fluff? rating: pg-13  tags: drugs, shotgunning, kissing, established poly!relationship

Your body felt languid, feeling yourself melt as you rest your head on Yoongi’s lap.

Hoseok had plugged his phone in before you guys had even begun, setting the mood for the evening with his choice of mellow raps and verses. Future’s voice currently fills the air, causing you to bop your head to the music, joint resting in your hand.

“Pass that thing already, idiot,” Yoongi says, stealing the joint from your hand and pressing it to his lips. His hands run through your hair as he smokes the joint, running the nubs of his nails along your scalp, knowing it is very much your weak point.  He hit the joint with ease, holding in the smoke long enough to feel the high drop to his core.

Hoseok’s head rests on Yoongi’s shoulder, him already feeling the high from the puffs he took earlier. That asshole was always known for pre-gaming before the main event, after all. However, you never complained, for Hoseok always had the greatest stash to bring to you and Yoongi’s sessions.

“Feeling it yet, babe?” Hoseok asks, playing with a strand of your hair in between his fingers.

You shake your head, “I’m barely getting started.” Yoongi laughs at your blunt statement, for you are always a light weight compared to those two. You swear you hear Hoseok laugh and mumble “Cute”, but you chose to ignore it. Yoongi presses the joint to your lips, motioning for you to suck in. You do so, exhaling the smoke right in Yoongi’s face.

Hoseok lets out a burst of giggles, hands circling his stomach as he laughs.

Yoongi waves the smoke out of his face, pout forming on his face “Really? You couldn’t have done that to Hoseok, ____?”

You shake your head, running your hand down the side of his jaw and to his neck, your movements feeling heavy and lethargic, “No, you were closer.”  

Your prior action sparking an idea, you bring the joint closer to your mouth.

“Yoongi,” you motion, looking at the heavy-lidded boy. Right now, you think, he looks entirely like a cat; it’s cute. “Open your mouth.”

Yoongi looks at you slightly confused, raising an eyebrow, but opens his mouth anyway.

Hoseok laughs, “I know what she’s doing.”

Taking another hit, you instead propel the smoke directly into Yoongi’s mouth, kissing him as the rest of the smoke flows into his mouth. He looks perplexed for a moment, but eventually falls into the kiss, inhaling the smoke and letting it flow within him. Kissing him hard, you twirl your hand in his black hair, forcing the kiss to be stronger. You break from him for a moment, watching his mouth still agape and gasping lightly.

“Wow,” Hoseok whistles, laughing loudly, “That was hot.”

“Yeah,” Yoongi agrees.

“There’s always some for you, Seokie,” you say, grabbing his hand and playing with his fingers. He looks at you with his eyes glazed, smiling.

“I know, baby.”

You kiss his long fingers, just basking in his love for a few moments. Yoongi’s head is still rested on you guy’s boyfriend’s shoulder, nuzzling on it. Hoseok kisses the top of his head, causing Yoongi to scrunch his nose. Time passes slowly for a moment, all three of you mostly relaxed, taking in the atmosphere. The music looms in the background, filling in the silence of the three of you.

Yoongi’s about to say something to break the silence, when Hoseok jumps up, eyes bloodshot as he exclaims, “This is such a good song!” You and Yoongi turn your head, watching as he begins dancing to the song on his playlist. Your attention is getting fuzzy, but you swore it was “Superlove”, the song Hoseok has been obsessed with for months now. He’d shown you and Yoongi his choreography he composed for it, even. If there’s anyone Hoseok loves more in this world than you and Yoongi combined, it’s Tinashe.

Yoongi shares a glance with you, rolling his eyes as he smiles, obviously consumed with love for you guys’ boyfriend’s antics. Yoongi motions for you to get up, lifting your head off his lap. Hoseok at this point, is lost within the music, feeling himself to much to focus on anything else. The beat is bouncing off the walls of Yoongi’s apartment, which he’s sure his neighbors won’t be happy with in the morning.

“Dance with me,” Hoseok says to no one in particular, but you both get the message.Yoongi’s there before your muscles can correspond to one another, head feeling light from the hits you smoked earlier. You’re sure if you saw yourself in the mirror, your eyes would be pink and hazy, much like Hoseok’s right now.

Yoongi’s face gleams, allowing Hoseok to control his movements due to not being nearly as coordinated as Hoseok, but who could be? Especially not with how gone Yoongi was right now. Hoseok dances with Yoongi from behind, wrapping his arms around Yoongi’s waist, his chin resting on the shorter boy’s shoulder. He grabs Yoongi’s arms, using him as his personal puppet to the beat of the song. You can only laugh; they’re so cute. Yoongi always let loose around you two--you cherish these moments.

“____,” Hoseok began, pointing directly at you from across the room, “Come join us!” Him and Yoongi continue to sway to the beat, Hoseok planting wet kisses on Yoongi’s jaw and neck in the process. He’s always the handsy one out of you two.

You shake your head, “Too lazy.”

Yoongi laughs, squinting his eyes, “That’s my line, ____.”

“Please,” pouts Hoseok, jutting out his lower lip. Yoongi mimics him, looking ridiculous as he adds on his high pitched whine.

You let out a loud laugh, setting down the now unlit joint, “Fine, fine!”

“Knew that would work,” Yoongi says, still swaying to the beat along with Hoseok. Walking over there, you are quickly pulled by Hoseok, joining the weird dance circle they had going on. You find yourself sandwiched between Hoseok and Yoongi, front facing Hoseok.

“Hi,” he whispers, planting a kiss on your lip, “My two Superloves decided to join me.” The two rest their hands on your hips, swaying along to the beat.

“Still cheesy as ever, Hoseok,” Yoongi mutters.

“You love it,” Hoseok retaliates, pinching at Yoongi’s arm. Yoongi lets out an overdramatic yelp, making both of you burst into giggles.

“So dramatic,” you laugh.

“Maybe,” Yoongi retaliates, “But you love us.”

“Yeah,” you say, a smile on your lips, “You’re right.”

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Translated by Binbou Scanlation 

Originsl source by 鈴木先輩

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Hiii I was just reading Hotel Walls again and i was wondering if you'd maybe think about writing the story from the POV of yoonseok. Yeah that's all, byeee 🍋

omg thats a good idea!! o_o i havent thought about that ill def give it a shot!! thank you for reading it ;-;

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thank you for 100+ followers!!

wow thank you guys it means so much! i’m busy in life right now with school/work so my writing updates are hard to get out but the support means so much ;;

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keep a look out for a yoongi x hoseok x reader fic im writing 👀 ive never wrote something like this so im pretty excited

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soulmate /ˈsōl ˌmāt/ noun a person ideally suited to another as a close friend or romantic partner

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wow thank you so much for all the new followers!! just a reminder that i am ALWAYS taking requests/prompts!! i always need inspiration to write guh

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hotel walls

pairing: minjoon + yoonseok length: one shot, 4.5k genre: smut rating: M tags: sexual tension, accidental voyeurism, exhibitionism, over all smut antics

summary:

“um,” jimin begins, breaking the silence, “hyung, should we--uh--tell them?”

“i-i don’t think so,” namjoon stutters, “what would we do, just knock on the door?”

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“The shower’s free,” Jimin says, toweling off his brown locks and taking a spot on the bed across Namjoon.

Staring up from his book, Namjoon gulps, looking at the bare-faced and fresh Jimin now scrolling on his phone, “Okay, I’ll go in a bit.”

Jimin nods, reminding his leader to not wait too long because they have a busy schedule tomorrow. Namjoon can only nod, fearing if he says anything he’ll say something stupid that he knows he’ll regret.

Sharing a hotel room is always hard--it is even harder when it's with Jimin.

There is something about Jimin, something that makes Namjoon fill with an unnameable lust and desire. Every touch they make on stage, every subtle interaction has Namjoon’s body going hot, something he hates admitting. As their leader, he shouldn’t feel that way; it feels wrong, but he can’t help it when Jimin moves his body on stage like that.

Namjoon would be lying if he said there isn’t always some sort of chemistry between them two on stage, always drawing near each other during interviews, fan meetings, and performances. In his mind he believes it's just because he’s their leader--Jimin naturally just seeks his approval. However, the way Jimin’s touches always linger longer than normal say otherwise.

Namjoon’s gaze drifts over to Jimin’s bed, one that naturally lingers for too long. What he sees drives him wild, nearly making him throw his book across the room.

Jimin’s shirt is inching up as he scrolls on his phone, revealing the toned lines of his abdomen. He looks as if he’s taking selfies for their Twitter, that or snapchatting Taehyung who is in another room with Jungkook. His underwear rises slightly over his sweatpants, making it very hard for Namjoon to focus on the book he’s reading. He likes to think he normally has a lot of self control, handling anything that’s thrown his way, but whenever Jimin is in the equation, Namjoon drops every sense of logic he has ever had.

Namjoon reads the same line in his novel over and over again, practically memorizing it by now. At this point, he may has well just toss it to the side and call it a night. They did have an early morning schedule, as Jimin pointed out earlier, after all.

All Namjoon needs is a long and very cold shower to get his mind off a certain someone. With that, he’d feel much, much better.

Namjoon rubs at his eyes, placing the novel by the bedside table of the hotel, stretching his body out before he gets up. Every joint in his body cracks, causing him to release a sound of relief.

From across the bed, Jimin looks his way, giggling, “Are you okay, hyung? The performances get to you that much?”

Namjoon waves his hand in the air, brushing it off but also pretty embarrassed Jimin heard how much shit his body is going through right now. “I’m fine, no worries.”

Jimin shakes his head, getting up from his spot on the bed and over to Namjoon, “No, let me fix it.” Namjoon is trying to understand exactly what Jimin means by it when he feels Jimin looming behind him, hands pressing down the spine of his back. Namjoon nearly catapults out of his spot, as if Jimin’s touch is electrifying. Jimin only laughs, telling him to “relax, hyung,” as if Namjoon could easily do so.

Jimin’s soft hands are on the crevice of Namjoon’s shoulders, kneading into him with the utmost care; it’s therapeutic, yeah, but Namjoon can’t focus on anything but Jimin’s soft touch, his delicate hands making sure Namjoon’s pain is long gone. He can’t help but let out occasional grunts when Jimin finds all the spots that have been bothering him for weeks now, with the constant dance practices and rehearsals. Jimin is so close to Namjoon, way too close. He can feel the heat of his breath hit his neck, making him shiver with pleasure. He smells so clean from his shower, like his favorite peach scented body wash he always kept at the dorm; it is one of Namjoon’s favorite scents. Jimin kept releasing tiny sounds he wasn’t sure he was supposed to hear, but they made Namjoon fill with desire.

“Why didn’t you listen to Hoseok’s advice about stretching?” questions Jimin, letting his hands linger on Namjoon’s shoulders, “You’ll hurt yourself one day, hyung.”

Namjoon makes a sound of disapproval, shocked that his voice was able to work with the tension he felt in his stomach right now due to Jimin’s touch. His mouth felt dry, his tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth as he finds the strength to muster, “I’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

Jimin hums, stroking up and down Namjoon’s spine, “So, so tense.”

Namjoon wishes the world would just strike him down now, it’d be better than dealing with this.

He wants to get away, go to the shower like he promised before, but he feels magnetized to his spot. It wasn’t good. He could feel his shorts tightening with every small touch Jimin left on his body. Panic flows through his body, he didn’t want Jimin to see and have him hate him forever. How fucking weird is that, to see your leader hard because you gave him a massage? Namjoon has seen and heard weird shit in his life, but he felt like this would be the weirdest.

Jimin is a little shit, that’s for sure.

“Does this feel good, Namjoon?” Jimin questions, mouth lingering above Namjoon’s ear. Fuck, Namjoon thinks, the words going past the context of the massage in his mind. He has no idea how Jimin just says shit like this, so innocent and oblivious.

“Y-yeah,” he falters, staring a hole into the hotel’s wall, trying to think of anything besides a peach scented boy named Jimin, “Thanks, I really needed this.”

“Anything for you, hyung,” Jimin giggles, digging his elbow into Namjoon’s lower back, “People say I am pretty good at these.”

“Can’t blame ‘em,” Namjoon says, crossing his legs now to prevent the heat he’s feeling from traveling any further. Namjoon can’t help the words that slip out of his mouth, feeling jealousy at the thought of Jimin touching anyone like this, “You do this often?”

“Why? Jealous, hyung?”

“Nah,” Namjoon responds, voice deep and rumbly, “Just curious. Maybe you can drop being an idol and just open your own massage parlor.” Jimin laughs at that, laughter beautiful and bright, his eyes turning into crescent moons.

“I think you’d be my only customer.”

“Maybe. I’d go to the grand opening.” Namjoon, he likes to think, would follow Jimin anywhere, if given the chance.

Jimin tugs at his ear for teasing him, which Namjoon finds way too cute. God, he’s in too deep.

Their conversation makes Namjoon feel a little more at ease, but he can’t cut the tension in the air, thick and full of unanswered questions. With Jimin’s touches only getting more sensual, he wonders when this will end. He can only think about stupid shit to kill the boner threatening to loom for so long.

Jimin’s getting adventurous, taking the massage under the safety of Namjoon’s shirt when they hear it.

A loud moan.

At first, Namjoon thinks it’s from Jimin, causing him to turn ten shades of red, but when he hears what comes out next, he freezes.

“Fuck, Hoseok.”

“Calm down, Yoongi. You’re too loud.”

“I don’t care. Just fuck me, Hoseok. I won’t break.”

If Namjoon thought the situation was awkward before, he can’t even begin to describe the shit he feels now.

He never wanted to hear Yoongi like that. Much less Hoseok. Did these idiots realize how thin the walls are?

He wasn’t surprised, by no means, he could tell by the way they clung to each other, whether it be in the dorms or in lives, but hearing it and speculating were two very different things. Yoongi is his best friend, after all, he could tell that the black haired boy is happier every time Hoseok is around. Him being fucked, however, is not something he ever wanted to hear.

Namjoon clears his throat, the silence between him and Jimin being the most uncomfortable thing he’s ever felt, he could probably laugh right now at how awkward the situation is. By now, Jimin has stopped massaging Namjoon, his hands just resting on Namjoon’s shoulders.

“Um,” Jimin begins, breaking the silence, “Hyung, should we--uh--tell them?”

They can still hear the moans through the thin walls of their hotel room, scattering in every so often, a string of Hoseok’s moans and Yoongi’s cursing. God knows what they were doing. Namjoon thinks he has a pretty good idea from how vocal Yoongi is being, though. Namjoon hates to admit it, but it was--it was hot, leaving him fidgeting with the bulge growing in his sweatpants. This on top of Jimin’s prior advances were way too much.

“I-I don’t think so,” Namjoon stutters, “What would we do, just knock on the door?”

“Put it in, idiot.”

“I need to get you ready first--patience, Yoongi.”

Jimn cringes. “I guess you’re right.”

Namjoon nods, “I think I’m gonna take that shower now.” He starts to get up, erection clearly on display but he still tries to hide it from Jimin. He’d feel too bad to put him in a situation like this, no matter how turned on he was right now. Who knew Yoongi could be this fucking vocal?

That is, until something stops him, that something being Jimin’s soft hand on his wrist.

“Don’t,” Jimin commands, eyes locking with Namjoon for the first time since he began his massage. Namjoon gulps. The look in Jimin’s eyes is dark, the bright boy he’s used to on stage being replaced by something animalistic and full of lust. Namjoon notices it for the first time, the tent forming in Jimin’s sweats too, and he wonders how long he’s had that problem. “I think you’d be better staying here, Namjoon.”

“Jimin, I don’t think that’s--”

“The boner in your pants says otherwise. As if I haven’t noticed it since I started.”

“What the fuck?” Namjoon practically squeals, mostly out of embarrassment, but also at Jimin’s new dark demeanour. He’s never, ever seen him like this before. It’s hot.

The moans are still ongoing, the low grunts of Yoongi rocketing off their hotel walls, leaving Namjoon to lick his lips and gaze at Jimin.

“Let me help you, hyung. I’m really good at massages, after all.” Jimin pushed him down onto the hotel bed, caressing the tent in Namjoon’s sweats. “I promise to do well, don’t you believe me?”

“Fuck, Jimin.”

“Should we give Yoongi and Hoseok a show too? Or should we stay quiet?”

“I-I don’t care, just don’t be too loud,” Namjoon forces out, Jimin still very much petting the outline of his cock, leaving just the right amount of force to make him moan.

“ You’re so hot like this, fuck, Yoongi.”

“You know what would be even hotter? You fucking me. Would you like that Hoseok? Your cock wrapped around me?”

Namjoon can only hear a string of moans after, he’s sure Yoongi got his answer.

Jimin pouts, “Why do they get to have all the fun? They’re sure not being quiet.” Namjoon doesn’t answer, too caught up in Jimin palming his cock to respond. He wouldn’t have a clear answer, anyway.

Jimin nudges Namjoon’s sweats and underwear down, letting his cock break free. Jimin can’t help but admire it, it’s tan just like the glistening skin of Namjoon’s abdomen, and just the right size, not too big or too small. Jimin’s small hand wrapped around Namjoon’s cock drives him insane, he almost feels too dirty to use someone as pure as him.

Jimin, however, knocks all the thoughts of him being pure out of the park when he tightens his grip across Namjoon’s cock, sliding his precum from the tip up and down to wetten his length.

“I’ve always wanted to do this,” Jimin says, eyes on his hand moving on Namjoon’s cock, losing itself in his length, his hand not being enough to cover the entire length of his cock, “You have no idea.”

“Fuck, I have plenty of ideas, Jimin,” Namjoon gasps, finding it hard to reveal just how hot he is for Jimin with his hand wrapped around his dick. Dreams do come true, he can’t help but think. “Every time I see you--fuck--up on stage, all I can think of is how it’d feel to have your pretty little mouth wrapped around my dick.”

He continues, seeing how his words turn on Jimin, “Sometimes I feel like you act so sexy just to rile me up. Your ass, your thighs, your lips, god, your lips--fuck.”

“I’ve always wanted you to fuck me, hyung,” Jimin admits, locking eyes with Namjoon as he amps up his pace, his other hand caressing his balls, “You really think I’m that oblivious to your stares?”

Namjoon almost busts a nut with that sentence alone, fuck.

“You’re the worst, Jiminie.” Jimin just giggles.

“So my mouth, huh?” He asks, losing his grasp on his cock and eyeing it instead, “Wanna try it?”

Namjoon could cry. All he can do is muster up a nod, hoping Jimin gets the idea.

Jimin must have, because before he knows it, Jimin’s mouth is wrapped around his cock, testing the waters with light sucks to his tip. It feels unreal, his mouth is hot and tight, basically everything Namjoon has ever wanted. His lips are no joke, speaking for themselves with his sucks to Namjoon’s cock. Namjoon moans, low and grumbly, feeling every ounce of pleasure soar through his body. With the mixture of his moans, Jimin’s low whines around him, and Hoseok and Yoongi’s in the air, it’s unlike any other. It’s hot and feels dirty, almost as if he’s competing with Hoseok and Yoongi in the next room over.

“Baby, you look so good spread out for me.”

“You’re hilarious.”

Their moans must be getting to Jimin, because he whines harder around Namjoon’s dick, the vibrations going up every inch of his body.

“You like that, baby?”

Jimin nods, tears welling up in his eyes as he dives deeper down Namjoon’s dick, testing his limits. His nose hits the base of Namjoon’s abdomen, his throat constricting in a tight, wet heat around him. Namjoon can hardly breathe. It feels amazing, he knew Jimin is talented.

“Good job, baby,” Namjoon says, brushing Jimin’s brown hair from his eyes, wiping the tears that appear in the corner, “T-take it slow, baby, you’re amazing no matter what.” Namjoon has no idea where the pet names came from, but Jimin seems to like it, nodding around his dick and moving his tongue up and down his length. Heat dwells in Namjoon’s stomach, and he’s sure he’s going to come any minute.

“Jimin,” he begins, tugging on his hair, “I’m gonna come--stop.”

Jimin pops off his dick, echoing out a loud and obscene noise, his thick lips puffed, red, and fucked out, “You’re not coming yet, we’ve just started.”

Jimin continues, “I meant it when I said I wanted you to fuck me, hyung.”

“Really?” Namjoons eyes widen, only in his dreams has he pictured fucking Jimin’s perfect ass.

Jimin laughs, “No, I just sucked your dick for no reason.”

“God,” Namjoon brushes his hair from his eyes, his forehead sweaty after all their antics, “I want to so bad Jimin--you have no idea--but I have no... you know.”

“Supplies?”

“Yeah, it’s not like I can just keep those lounging around on tour.” Namjoon hates his life more than ever in that moment.

“We could ask Hoseok and Yoongi? I’m sure they’d be willing to share? They’re having a good time, after all,” Jimin jokes, getting off his knees to walk near his luggage.

Namjoon groans, “I’d rather die, Yoongi would never let me live that down.”

Jimin shakes his head, “Don’t worry, hyung. I have this.” Jimin looks through his luggage, before pulling out a small bottle of lube, letting out a sound of victory upon finding it. Namjoon’s face scrunches in confusion.

“Why do you have that?”

“Reasons,” Jimin blushes, laying down next to Namjoon.

“God, Jimin, you’re too much for me to handle,” Namjoon whines, the reality of how truly hot Jimin is hitting him.

“You think I’m sexy, hyung? Why don’t you show me?”

Namjoon grunts, vowing to prove to Jimin to show just how much he’s wanted him for years now. Namjoon meets his lips for the first time the entire night, wondering why he waited so long to do so. Jimin lets out a small yelp, surprised by Namjoon’s sudden aggression, but falls into the kiss, grabbing on to Namjoon’s hair in the process.

Namjoon never pictured their first kiss with his cock out, Yoongi and Hoseok’s moans as their soundtrack, and him about to fuck Jimin, but, as far as first kisses go, it wasn’t the worst.

“You’re so tight around my cock, fuck.”

“Well I’d be even tighter if you actually moved, Hoseok.”

“You,” Namjoon says in between air for their kisses, “Have too much clothing on.”

Namjoon nudges at Jimin’s shirt, hinting at him to take it off. Jimin, getting the cue, breaks from their make out to remove his clothes. Glancing at him, Namjoon can barely breathe. He looks even better than he imagined. His pinkened cock rests on his toned abdomen--hard and strained--his body showing off defined muscles. He can’t help but gawk, his thighs thick and toned, making Namjoon want to lose himself between them.

“ Fuck,” is all he musters, losing all form of cognition when looking at Jimin.

“You’re not so bad yourself, hyung,” Jimin laughs, crawling on all fours to reach his mouth. They stay like that for a while, just kissing, taking in the moment between them. Namjoon’s hands search across his abdomen until he finds Jimin’s neglected cock, wrapping around his heat for the first time since they began.

Jimin lets out a moan between their kisses, which Namjoon hungrily swallows up.

“Namjoon,” he gasps, “Fuck me, please.”

Namjoon feels like he’s never moved faster in his life than at that statement. Not even as fast as he runs when they tell them practice is over and they all compete for the first shower--nothing beats how fast he just moved.

He grabs the lube off the bed, placing a hefty amount on his hand, warming it up in his palm for Jimin.

“Have you ever done this before?” Namjoon asks, setting a pillow down for Jimin so he’s comfortable.

Jimin lays down, resting his hips above the pillow, “Only to myself.” Jimin looks embarrassed, his eyes shooting to the ceiling to avoid Namjoon’s gaze.

“That,” Namjoon begins, “Is fucking hot.”

Jimin’s cheeks swell with red, mumbling for him to “ Shut up”. All Namjoon can do is laugh, brushing the hair from Jimin’s eyes lovingly.

“Ready?” Namjoon lingers near Jimin’s hole, finger slick with lube. Jimin nods, which Namjoon takes as an incentive to begin.

Namjoon enters Jimin, making sure he’s comfortable with the one finger, inching around the tight space of his ass. He feels tight just around his finger, he can only imagine what he will feel like wrapped around his cock. Namjoon searches Jimin’s face for signs of pleasure and to make sure he’s comfortable. He’s met with Jimin’s eyes scrunched, his cheeks glossed pink, and his thick lips set in a light “o”.

He’s never looked more beautiful, Namjoon thinks.

Namjoon can hear Yoongi and Hoseok’s moans still, and it sets off a deep desire in his gut. He can’t wait to fuck Jimin, to let them hear how much he’s begging for him, whining for him, even. It sets off almost a competitive streak in Namjoon, as if they were on a variety show, or some shit.

“We have to show them how good of a boy you are, Jimin. Don’t we?” Namjoon adds another finger into Jimin’s hole, curling them in search of his prostate.

He scissors them around the wet hole, and when he finds it, the sound Jimin lets out echoes off the room.

“Y-Yes,” he cries out, “I’ll do my best for you, hyung.”

Namjoon’s heart flutters, whispering “ Cute! He’s so cute!” to himself before he forgets that Jimin is actually there, staring right at him.

Jimin moves his head to the right, trying to hide himself in the pillows, but Namjoon stops him.

“You’re so cute, Jiminie.”

Jimin only groans, laughing in the midst of his pleasure.

Namjoon takes the opportunity to stick a third finger into Jimin, amplifying his pleasure. Jimin chokes mid-laugh, turning it into a moan.

“Wow,” he moans, fucking against Namjoon’s fingers.

“You okay, baby?”

Jimin nods, “I think I’m ready, hyung. Please.”

“Get up,” he says, taking his fingers out of Jimin. Namjoon lubes up his cock, readying it to enter Jimin. Once done, he lies down on the bed, making sure he’s comfortable.

“Can you ride me, Jimin?” Namjoon asks like it hasn’t been his dream to say that exact statement for years now.

Jimin nods, sitting down on Namjoon’s thighs, playing with his cock in the process. Namjoon can only groan, he looks so hot sitting down on him, ready to ride his cock; it nearly makes him cum then and there. Namjoon rests his hands above the curve of Jimin’s ass, inching down to cup the plump ass in both his hands.

Feeling the real thing? Indescribable.

“Ready?” Namjoon asks, still caressing Jimin’s ass.

Jimin responds by taking Namjoon’s cock and inching down on it, piece by piece. Letting out a string of curses and grunts, Namjoon relaxes, letting his dick feel the pleasure of Jimin’s tight, warm hole around him.

“T-Tight,” he musters, “God, Jimin.”

“Is it,” he gasps, “Good? You’re--so big, Namjoon.” Jimin’s lips are agape, letting out breathy moves as he experiments with rolls of his hips on Namjoon’s cock. Namjoon grabs at Jimin’s hips, bucking up to meet his movements. They’re both a complete mess, the air of the hotel room humid and full of lust. Yoongi and Hoseok’s moans have died down, making Namjoon wonder if they’re finished, but he still isn’t done. If they were going to be like that, so was he.

Namjoon lets out loud moans, encouraging Jimin to do the same as he fucks harder into his hole, practically seeing stars from how good he feels around his cock.

“Louder, Jimin,” Namjoon commands, reaching to wrap his hand around Jimin’s cock in persuasion, “You look amazing riding my cock. Who taught you this?”

“Practice,” Jimin whines, following Namjoon’s orders to moan louder, “Practice imagining riding you, Namjoon.” Jimin swivels his hips, fucking harder and harder onto Namjoon with every motion. His dancer hips were pure magic, he’d have to thank Hoseok for pushing Jimin’s years of practice one of these days.

They began to lose each other in their lust, losing all sense of rhythm and words they had, instead speaking to one another by fucking harder into one another. Namjoon thrusts so hard into Jimin, Jimin begins to lose his balance, his back leaning back onto Namjoon’s thighs. Namjoon reaches to hold him up, still keeping up with his fast rhythm in Jimin’s tight hole.

The room is a mess of obscene moans, Jimin moaning a mantra of Namjoon’s name, making his heart race.

That’s when Namjoon hears it, nearly causing him to drop Jimin and roll his eyes.

“ Hoseok, Hoseok, Hoseok!”

“Yes, Hoseok! Harder! Harder!”

If Jimin weren’t so hot, Namjoon could go soft right now. After hearing Yoongi moan for the past fucking hour, he knows fake moans when he hears it.

Namjoon glares, taking his frustration out by thrusting deeper into Jimin, hitting his prostate at just the right angle.

“Joon,” Jimin gasps, “I-Ignore them.”

“Shut up, hyung!”

“Baby, you’re so good. Hoseok, fuck me harder.”

“You’re horrible!”

“Idiot,” Namjoon grumbles, “You’re doing so good, baby. All fucked out and tight just for me. I could be here for hours, fuck.”

Jimin whines, thriving off Namjoon’s dirty talk.

“ ‘M close,” he says, jerking off his cock, “I’m so close.”

“Come for me baby,” Namjoon begs, joining Jimin’s hand on his cock, using both their power to jerk him off, “I’ll come in you, let it fill you up. Would you like that?”

“Y-yes.”

With a few more flicks of his wrist, Jimin cums hard and loud, cum painting the tan skin of his chest, making him look more beautiful than ever.

It doesn’t take long for Namjoon to follow, bucking up into Jimin as he fills up his hole, the white of his cum dripping down his cock and onto Jimin’s ass.

“Wow,” Namjoon says, pulling out, “You’re amazing, Jimin.”

“You’re not too bad yourself, hyung,” Jimin giggles, moving off Namjoon to lay at his side on the hotel bed.

“You still have--uh,” Namjoon says, motioning towards his cum leaking out Jimin’s ass and down his thighs.

“I’m tired,” Jimin pouts, “And I just showered, too.”

“I’ll get you, don’t worry.”

When Namjoon stands up, it feels as if his legs are made of complete jelly. He can only imagine how Jimin feels. Nonetheless, he grabs a few tissues from the hotel bathroom, bringing them back to Jimin.

“Let me,” he says, going to wipe off his cum from Jimin. He can’t really process that he caused this still.

“Thank you,” Jimin smiles, when Namjoon comes back next to him on the bed. Jimin nuzzles into Namjoon’s neck, pecking kisses on his jaw.

“I’m going to have to get back at Yoongi,” Namjoon says, squinting his eyes in anger, “That asshole.”

“Don’t worry about it, Namjoon,” he yawns, “We have all morning to get him back.”

“You’re right,” Namjoon spoons Jimin from behind, resting his head on Jimin’s shoulder, “You’re something else, you know that?”

“Well,” Jimin says, blushing, “I can’t help it. I like you, Namjoon.”

Namjoon’s heart flutters, beating out of his chest at probably a hundred miles per hour.

“I like you, too!” he squeezes Jimin from behind, “I can’t believe how cute you are!”

“Shut up,” Jimin laughs, “We need to sleep!”

“Okay,” Namjoon agrees, settling back into cuddling Jimin, “But I’m not forgetting that you like me.”

“God, I’ve created a monster.”

--

The next morning, the boys pile into the van, their bags packed and ready to head back to the airport, which is, in all honesty, Namjoon’s least favorite part of traveling.

Jimin had been walking sore ever since last night's endeavours, playing it off as being sore from the concert to the other boys, which made Namjoon ache in guilt. Maybe he’d gone too crazy last night. Hoseok, however, had avoided his gaze all morning, which if Namjoon weren’t so mad, he’d find funny.

It isn’t until they’re all seated in the van, most boys passed out and headphones in their ears, that Yoongi finally says something.

“You’re welcome.”

Two simple words.

Yoongi places a coffee in Namjoon’s hand, patting him on the shoulder.

That alone, is enough to make Namjoon groan, vowing that him and Jimin were never going to share a room next to those two again.

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hey i just wanna say that i really like your work and your style of writing like it's actually amazing??? it's so hard to find good yoonseok fics and you've just nailed it on the head and i really appreciate your writing ☺️

this is incredibly sweet! thank you so much that means a lot to me!!!! i’m really glad i could provide you good yoonseok content ;-;

[peachhobis]

i just realized i never write in yoongi’s pov oops!

[peachhobis]

potions class and you

pairing: minjoon length: one shot, 2.5k genre: smut rating: M tags: harry potter au!, dirty talk, oral, praise kink 

summary: 

"Namjoon, have you ever heard of Polyjuice Potions?"

"What use would you have with that? You have enemies to get back at, or something?”

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Namjoon had to be a complete fool to listen to Jimin’s schemes. He was lucky he liked him, or else he wouldn’t even bat an eye at his suggestions.

Being a Gryffindor dating a Slytherin was as hard as it sounds; they were supposed to fear one another, to never trust the other no matter the circumstances. Yet here he was, finding beauty in one with eyes so bright, lips so plump, and a smile so bright it could light a thousand stars.

The duo found themselves constantly sneaking around when not confined to classes or Quidditch tournaments, sneaking in makeouts, messy handjobs or cuddle sessions whenever they could.

Jimin, however, was getting tired of it, constantly whining about how he wanted more and more of Namjoon.

“Namjoon,” Jimin began one day, sitting in Namjoon’s dormitory that he shared with his friend Seokjin, “Have you ever heard of Polyjuice Potions?” Jimin continued glaring at his potion textbook, obviously deep in thought.

Running his fingers through Jimin’s hair, Namjoon replied, “Of course. Who hasn’t?” Jimin leaned back into his boyfriend’s touch, humming in response.

“I’m going to make one.”

Namjoon’s touches stopped out of shock of his boyfriend’s statement.

“What use would you have with that? You have enemies to get back at, or something?”

Jimin laughed, flashing his signature eye smile, “No! I just--you’re going to think I’m stupid.” A red hue filled Jimin’s plump cheeks, causing him to fiddle with the corner pages of his Potions textbook.

Sensing his boyfriend’s embarrassment, Namjoon bent down to kiss the side of his head, “Baby, why would I ever think that?”

“Because,” Jimin began, looking directly at Namjoon, “I’m going to need a strand of Seokjin’s hair.”

The look on Namjoon’s face must have been so distraught because the next thing he knew, Jimin was giggling, trying to explain the situation.

“I learned about this in Potions last week,” continued Jimin, “The effect can last for as short as ten minutes, which is what I’m aiming for.”

“I know all that, we had an assignment on it last week,” nodded Namjoon, still confused as to why Jimin would ever want to be his roommate, “Why Seokjin’s hair?”

“I’m tired of sneaking around, Joonie,” Jimin whined, getting up from his spot to hug his boyfriend from behind, “I want to be able to just walk around with you without people glaring at us.”

“But as Seokjin?” Namjoon laughed, falling into Jimin’s caress, “You really think it's a good idea?”

“I’m top of my Potions class! You don’t think I’ll do good?” pouted Jimin.

“I know you will, Jiminie. I just don’t want to correlate you with Seokjin, but go ahead.”

Jimin released his hold on Namjoon, doing a quick lap of victory.

Pecking Namjoon’s cheek, Jimin excitedly proclaimed, “You  won’t regret this--trust me!”

-

Three weeks later and Namjoon did, in fact, find himself regretting it. Somehow, without Seokjin’s knowledge, he had plucked a hair from his friend’s head, giving the piece to a way too excited Jimin. Since then, Jimin hadn’t mentioned the Polyjuice Potion at all, much to Namjoon’s surprise.

It wouldn’t be until Namjoon got Jimin’s message, telling him to meet him in the Gryffindor common room that Namjon knew he was going to regret this.

That is how Namjoon found himself anxiously waiting in the common room for any sign of his boyfriend. He didn’t know how he had the nerve to waltz into the common room as a Slytherin.

After waiting almost fifteen minutes, Namjoon was beginning to think his boyfriend couldn’t find a way to sneak over, giving up hope completely until the door cracked open. Who opened the door, however, was not Jimin, but his best friend Seokjin.

“Oh,” Namjoon began, “What’s up? I thought you had Defense Against the Dark Arts class right now, dude?” Seokjin’s face was bright, reminding Namjoon a lot of a particular someone.

“It’s me, Joonie,” Seokjin laughed, taking a seat directly next to Namjoon that was a little too close to comfort. It didn’t take long for Namjoon to click two and two together. From the use of his nickname that only Jimin used, to Kim Seokjin (a man who never ditches classes, he might add) sitting basically on top of him, he knew exactly who “me,” was.

“Jimin, Jesus--” gasped Namjoon, “So this is what you’ve been brewing for the last month?”

“I wasn’t lying when I said I’d do it. I’m very determined, you know that,” proclaimed Jimin, taking the time to wrap his arms around his boyfriend,  “I’m glad no one saw me while walking through the halls, but I’m glad I can be in here without judgement.”

It was weird having Seokjin, his childhood best friend, hold him like this. In his heart he knew it was Jimin, but all he saw and heard was his best friend’s voice, gestures, and face.

“I’m happy to see you but--this is weird,” groaned Namjoon, shifting away from Jimin.

“I worked so hard on this,” pouted Jimin, inching over to fill the space between them, “This is weird for me too. Seokjin has so wide of shoulders, my clothes couldn’t even fit!”

Namjoon laughed, finding humor in his boyfriend’s situation, “I wonder how Seokjin would react if he saw you right now. He would flip out.”

“It should wear off in ten minutes, hopefully,” Jimin squinted as if he was calculating the math in his head, “I followed everything the book told me to do.”

“I’m sure you did fine, baby,” Namjoon said, playing with Jimin’s hair. It was awkward, feeling Seokjin’s hair underneath his fingers instead of his boyfriend’s soft strands, but he missed Jimin. He’d take what he could get; it had been almost a month since they’d fully been together, after all. “I’m not fucking you as Seokjin, though.”

“Namjoon!”

“I’m being honest! That is a whole boundary I will not cross.”

“I’m still doing this though, you can’t stop me,” Jimin said, pressing his lips against his boyfriend's in a chaste movement. Namjoon nearly pushed him off before he reminded himself that this wasn’t actually Seokjin--it was his boyfriend, his hot one at that. Relaxing, Namjoon flowed into Jimin’s kiss, resting his arm around his waist.

“Mm, Seokin’s lips aren’t as good as yours,” whispered Namjoon, trailing his kisses down Jimin’s neck.

“Good,” said Jimin, voice harsh.

“Missed this, missed you,” Namjoon kissed Jimin’s lips roughly, just the way he liked it.

“W-What if someone comes in?” cracked Jimin, peeking over at the entrance.

“They won’t,” said Namjoon, pausing kissing Jimin to explain the situation, “Everyone is at Quidditch practice right now--I told them I wasn’t feeling well.”

“Sneaky,” smirked Jimin, taking this as motivation to continue making out with his boyfriend.

They were like that for a while, makeouts so heavy the room was beginning to feel humid, all the blood rushing to Namjoon’s groin at Jimin’s nipping of his lips.

“I can’t take it any longer, Joonie,” moaned Jimin, an obvious tent forming in his pants, “I-I need you to touch me, please.”

Namjoon was conflicted, he wanted to touch Jimin--more so than ever--but he couldn’t get over the fact he looked like his best friend, even if he was Jimin in style and personality. Namjoon’s own arousal was obvious as well, finding it harder and harder to deny his boyfriend what he wanted.

Luckily, Namjoon didn’t have to do much internalized thinking, because soon, Jimin’s skin was bubbling in a frightening manner.

“What the hell?” Namjoon nearly yelled, jumping up from the spot.

“Relax,” Jimin rolled his eyes, acting surprisingly calm for someone whose skin was bubbling, “It means it's wearing off.”

“How terrifying,” Namjoon said, finding it hard to look away from the sight. A rancid burning smell filled the common room, causing Namjoon to scrunch his nose.

“What a mood killer,” giggled Jimin, who now, look like the Jimin he knew and loved.

“It’s you,” smiled Namjoon, touching his boyfriend’s cheek fondly.

“It’s me--I told you it’d be okay,” Jimin said, pressing himself into Namjoon’s touch. Namjoon kissed Jimin’s lips, starting the pace off slow and lovingly. One hand played with Jimin’s hair while the other ghosted under Jimin’s shirt, feeling his boyfriend’s toned stomach. Jimin’s hand began to palm over Namjoon’s clothed groin, rubbing at his head through his slacks.

“God, you’re so hot,” Namjoon groaned into the kiss, causing a smile to spread on Jimin’s lips.

“Really?” Jimin batted his eyes, palming harder on his cock.

“You have no idea,” whispered Namjoon, hips twitching to meet Jimin’s movements, “Your lips were made to suck cock. I want to shove my cock down there so hard you can hardly breathe. Would you like that, baby?”

Namjoon’s filth caused a moan to fall from Jimin’s mouth, “I’d love it.”

“Good. On your knees, Jimin.” Jimin fell to the floor faster than Namjoon could blink; it would be funny if Namjoon wasn’t turned on and found it hot as fuck.

Unbuckling his slacks, Namjoon pulled out his reddening cock, stroking it slightly. Jimin’s mouth was already partly agape, salivating at the thought of having Namjoon’s cock in his mouth. His cheeks were a pink hue, his eyelids were hooded, looking just the right amount of fucked out and beautiful. Namjoon could cry, how did he get so lucky?

“My beautiful boy,” Namjoon said, stroking his cock still in his hand but using the other hand to sweep Jimin’s hair back, “You’re so beautiful.” This praised amped up Jimin, causing him to grab hold of Namjoon’s wrist, halting his wrist movements.

“Mine. Stop doing that,” Jimin commanded. Before Namjoon could have time to argue, Jimin’s mouth was around his cock, cheeks hollowed. A string of curses left Namjoon’s mouth. Jimin’s mouth and his pretty plump lips were way too heavenly; it was something Namjoon could never give up. Namjoon used his elbows as leverage to get a better view of Jimin downing his dick. He was doing so well.

Jimin used one hand on Namjoon’s shaft as he used his mouth to suck on the tip, using the right amount of friction that he knew Namjoon loved.

“Yes, yes, keep doing that,” Namjoon moaned, hand swiping back Jimin’s hair, “You’re so good at this, Jimin.” Jimin hummed around his cock in response, sending a voltage of pleasure down Namjoon’s spine. Finding the courage to take him down faster and harder, Jimin began to suck lower and lower on Namjoon’s cock. Namjoon had to shove a fist in his mouth to bite back the loud moans inching at his lips.

“Touch yourself, Jimin,” ordered Namjoon, noticing the strain in Jimin’s slacks, “Do it just like I do it. Slow at the tip then hard on the shaft--how you like it, baby.” Jimin wasted no time in complying with Namjoon’s order, unzipping his pants and pulling out his leaking member. Namjoon felt bad for leaving his baby straining for so long. “Good boy.”

Jimin began stroking his cock exactly how Namjoon had ordered, still sucking on Namjoon in the process. His moans felt amazing while he was wrapped around Namjoon, allowing Namjoon to feel closer and closer to teetering over the edge. Feeling adventurous, Namjoon’s grip tightened on Jimin’s hair.

“C-can I?” asked Namjoon, Jimin knowing exactly what he was asking for. When met with a nod, Jimin began to deepthroat Namjoon, a skill he had been practicing at ever since they started dating. Jimin’s throat constricted around Namjoon’s cock, causing Namjoon to moan out in ecstasy.

“You’ve i-improved,” Namjoon moaned, finding it hard to speak when Jimin was downing him so well. “I want to f-fuck your pretty little mouth, Jiminie. So bad.” Jimin nodded and hummed, showing his approval. The corner of his eyes were watering, using all his strength to take down Namjoon. Namjoon never considered himself big, per se, but when with Jimin, he did.

Using Jimin’s hair as leverage, Namjoon began thrusting in Jimin’s mouth, force so hard he could feel the tip hitting the back of Jimin’s ever so tight throat. Namjoon could hardly focus, the pleasure so intense that he felt as if he was having an out of body experience. Jimin, meanwhile, was trying his best to keep up. He wanted to do the best for Namjoon.

“So, so good,” whined Namjoon, “You’re perfect. How are you so damn perfect?” Jimin whined, causing his throat to constrict even tighter around Namjoon. That's all it took for Namjoon to lose his cool, cumming hard down Jimin’s throat. Jimin coughed, Namjoon’s cum spilling from the corner of his mouth.

“Oh shit!” exclaimed Namjoon, pulling out of Jimin’s mouth, “I’m so sorry!” Namjoon used his cardigan sleeve to wipe his cum from the corner of his boyfriend’s mouth, feeling bad he forgot to warn him. Jimin laughed, playfully punching at Namjoon’s leg, after swallowing him down.

“You’re lucky you taste good, or else I’d be mad.”

“Let me make it up to you,” Namjoon pleaded, grabbing Jimin’s hand to sit him next to him. Jimin’s pants were open still from when he was palming himself earlier, precum leaving a large wet patch on his boxers. Namjoon reached down and palmed over Jimin’s cock, causing him to let out a high pitched moan.

“You’re so hard and wet. All for me?”

“All for you, Joonie.” Namjoon’s heart skipped a beat. He loved Jimin so much, fuck. If he could, he would give that boy everything. How could people say such harsh words about Slytherins when Jimin existed?

Taking Jimin’s cock out of his boxers, Namjoon began to pump at his cock; it was already wet from the amount of teasing Jimin had endured.

“So pretty,” Namjoon said, mostly to himself as he stroked Jimin’s cock, twisting his wrist slightly to get the exact pleasure he knew Jimin loved.

“C-close,” whined Jimin, head resting in the crook of Namjoon’s neck. Not wanting Jimin to wait for his pleasure any further, Namjoon stroked his cock hard and fast, focusing particularly on the slit of his cock--a spot Jimin loved. It didn’t take long for Jimin to come, moaning Namjoon’s name in the process.

With Namjoon’s hand coated in Jimin’s cum, he was about to get up and find something to wipe it down with, until Jimin took it upon himself to lick it off Namjoon’s hand.

“If you keep doing that Jimin, I just might have to do another round,” Namjoon groaned as Jimin wiped each of Namjoon’s digits cleans. “Why are you so perfect?”

Jimin shrugged, “Just am.” He rested his head on Namjoon’s chest, feeling exhausted and completely satisfied. “Love you.”

Namjoon’s face heated up, placing a kiss on his boyfriend’s forehead.

“I love you more, Jimin.”

--

It wouldn’t be until a week later, Seokjin and Namjoon both chilling in their dormitory that Namjoon revealed to him what Jimin did.

“You did what?!” Seokjin exclaimed, nearly dropping his owl’s cage on the floor.

After that, Jimin was banned from their dormitory for a week. Namjoon couldn’t really blame him.

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a boy’s guide to witchcraft

@fluffyaisha asked:

hello! I love your writing it's so good I just wanna hug you okay? the flow is really nice in the fics and the ideas connect and the endings are really good wow I love it mmm as for requests (if you're still taking any) maybe magic au where hobi is shit at magic and yoongi can't do magic so they end up in really silly situations (I'm thinking like established relationship or like recently dating?? but like u can ignore this if u want!) or a body swap fic or anything you like really!

ah here you go! i hope u enjoy it! id like to continue something with this au in the future :^3

“Maybe just one more?”

Hoseok dropped another piece of lavender into his pot, hoping it would do something to whatever he just created. His pot began to stir, bubbles hissing at Hoseok in an unfriendly manner.

“Oh god,” Hoseok flinched from his uninviting creation. Most modern day witches were like Hoseok, substituting their standard dungeon and cauldron for their kitchen and some loose pots and pans. Magic had always been apart of Hoseok family; it didn’t mean he was great at it, necessarily.

Hoseok got in touch with his magical side in the first years of elementary, when he accidentally mumbled a spell causing his friend’s toy car to fly through the air, scaring everyone including his teacher. Ever since then, Hoseok has tried to put a hold on his magic, experimenting in the confines of his home to strengthen his skills.

Lets just say, over the years, Hoseok was any better than he was fifteen years ago.

He didn’t fit the type of a witch, in his mind. He didn’t have a black cat, he didn’t own a pointy hat, and he was scared of the dark and anything with more than two legs. He couldn’t help but laugh when he thought about it too much.

Hoseok was fumbling through the pages of his spellbook, trying to throw any ingredients at this point to make his spell work, when he heard the door of his apartment open.

“God, what is that smell?”

Stopping himself from dropping a handful of cinnamon sticks into the pot, Hoseok looked over his shoulder at his boyfriend, Yoongi.

Pouting, Hoseok said, “Don’t be mean. I’m experimenting.”

“It smells like something died,” Yoongi placed a kiss on Hoseok’s cheek, his typical greeting when he got off work. Yoongi had a point, it did smell pretty rancid in their kitchen.

“I’ll clean it don’t worry,” Hoseok said, focusing his attention back on his spell, “I think this is ready. I’m sure!”

“Please, keep that away from me,” Yoongi groaned, scanning through their fridge to find dinner for tonight. Yoongi, unlike Hoseok, didn’t do magic. When they first started dating, Hoseok had been nervous to tell him his secret. He feared that Yoongi would think he was going to curse him, or that he was going to be crazy enough to place a love spell on him. Surprisingly enough, Yoongi had just shrugged, proclaiming he had seen and heard weirder shit in his life.

Hoseok began gathering the potion in a flask. It was a deep purple color, fizzing slightly at the top. It smelled of an abundance of lavender, making Hoseok’s nose scrunch.

“What is that?” Yoongi pondered, setting out the ingredients for tonight’s dinner.

“A love spell,” Hoseok joked, shaking the flask in front of Yoongi’s face.

“It’s not working,” Yoongi said, a smile appearing on his face.

“Because you’re already in love with me?”

“Well, yeah,” Yoongi laced his hands with Hoseok’s, “But I’m not drinking that shit.”

“Just a sip,” Hoseok pouted, running his thumb over Yoongi’s hand, “I worked so hard on it!”

“No,” Yoongi said, chopping the meat for his dish, “Last time I drank one of your potions, I kept telling all my hidden secrets. Namjoon still gives me shit for it.”

“Okay, but that was just a tester! This is the real deal!” Hoseok said excitedly, hands flying and almost spilling the potion out of excitement.

“Why am I always your test dummy? You’re going to kill me one day, Hobi.” Yoongi stopped his chopping to take the flask from his boyfriend’s hands, glaring at it as if it held all the secrets to life in one flask. “I’m regretting this already.”

Wasting no time, Yoongi gulped down the potion, slamming the flask on the counter when he finished.

His face contorted into a look of disgust, nose scrunched and mouth smacking.

“That was horrible,” Yoongi wiped his sleeve on his tongue, trying to get rid of the taste, “It tasted almost as bad as Jungkook’s cooking.”

Hoseok giggled, “That is pretty bad.” Placing a kiss to his boyfriend’s forehead, he grabbed him a water from the fridge, hoping to lessen the taste. “Really that horrible, huh? I have to perfect it, again.”

“The things I do for you,” Yoongi shook his head, chugging down his water, “I hope that doesn’t turn me into a frog.”

“You’d be a cute frog. I’d carry you in my pocket.”

“Is that even sanitary?”

-

The next morning, Yoongi woke up to his skin covered in spots. Hoseok, and no one for that matter could stop laughing. Yoongi vowed to never drink any of Hoseok’s potions again.