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also known as 5 times namseok got caught and one time they didn't.
hoseok takes a pill that will let namjoon have all the power over his body
Hoseok has ten days to find himself a guy.
Namjoon has the hots for his stepbrother and the fucker isn't making it any easier on him.
Hoseok didn't know whether to curse or thank their stylist when Namjoon walks out of the dressing room in a sleeveless t-shirt and cap looking like a whole damn SNACK.
"Arms," he mutters under his breath. "They just had to show off his fucking arms."
Hoseok doesn’t hate his job--it makes good money, now that he’s popular enough to have a name for himself. But sometimes, it's more trouble than it's worth.
Where mistakes are better left to think about the day after they happen...
Hoseok doesn't know what he would do if Namjoon wouldn't touch him.
Namjoon is a bit stressed because of his new, long working hours so he doesn't realise his husband's heat.
Hoseok had the best idea in the world and Namjoon was clearly not taking advantages from it. That’s the story.
bangtan are currently shooting bon voyage in hawaii and hoseok has to put up with a sleeveless namjoon
It was a shot in the dark, a small chance that Hoseok wouldn’t reject Namjoon’s thought as something too weird and creepy. He blinked, surprised, but let his eyes fall to Namjoon’s lips. Sure, they had fooled around a few times but there were unspoken rules of how far they could go with these things in front of cameras. But there were no cameras now, and rules were meant to be broken.
Just because Namjoon’s going to make Hoseok try on some clothes doesn’t mean that they’re going to fuck. Even though that’s normally how this situation ends.
namjoon's not too sure about a lot of things. if there is one thing he is completely sure about, though, it's the fact that he is undoubtedly and unconditionally devoted to jung hoseok.
He feels the tension in the room like a loud buzzing in his ear, the air is so thick that even Namjoon could cut it with a knife, bad energy just flowing in waves hitting the walls and crashing back into him, into everyone, and this isn't a good work environment anymore, he knows this. He also knows it hasn’t been for the past two hours. They should be home, resting, mentally preparing for the hell that is to come in the next few days.
❝ it's edge play, fuck around and murder you by mistake and leave you dead in the bed slayed ❞
hoseok's a bit of a freak in bed
hoseok thought something was wrong, when he heard namjoon howling beyond the treeline. turns out his mate is just a horny jackass.
Hoseok loved to dance, dancing was his biggest passion next to rap … and sex. These three things were probably the highest on the list of things he liked to do the most.
I can't remember when It started, why I found myself thinking of him , of us. The way our bodies would colide and yet fit so perfectly, his breath gusting over my neck, my fingers tangled In his styled strands and how It felt to have him pressed Into me.
I needed Air.
step one: receive the wrong halloween costume from the shop. step two: try the costume on anyway, because why not? step three: enter the bone zone. step four: profit?
(or the one where hoseok doesn't know he's got the wrong costume until he gets home. he tries it on for a joke, calls boyf namjoon over for a laugh and things escalate, as things do)
Hoseok's master always has strange stains on his shirts.
WARNINGS; vampirism, biting, master/servant, forced orgasms, cum as lube, choking, hoseok in a maid dress, vampire namjoon, edging, begging, spanking, teasing.
It's like a scene out of a goddamn romcom, except there's nothing funny or romantic about it: Namjoon accidentally switches his luggage with an honest-to-god camboy, and then unwittingly becomes one himself.