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“You’re such a good boy, Hope! You’re my good boy! Will you come for me? Will you be the best boy for your hyung?”
alternatively: Yoongi realizes there’s more to the little beagle he finds outside his house than he lets out to be.
Hoseok has always wanted Yoongi to look at him. Shame Yoongi is too busy looking at someone else. *Dope Era*
Wordlessly, he slid over to Hoseok and wrapped his arms around the younger, letting his hands cross and rest at his barely-covered upper thighs. Yoongi pressed his nose against the base of Hoseok’s neck and relished in the feeling of his pale orange locks softly brushing the skin just above his eyelids. “Hey, peach.”
Hoseok laughed. “’Peach’? That one’s new.”
“So’s the skirt.”
yoongi and hoseok are supposed to be helping namjoon but yoongi has different priorities
Yoongi is pretty super, and Hoseok is his only weakness (literally).
yoongi finds hoseok wearing a seifuku and things escalate from there
Hoseok wants to let Yoongi know how loved he is.
(In which Hoseok worships the shit out of Yoongi's body.)
For him, life'd always been about doing what was expected of him. But they didn't call them rebellious teenage years for nothing. The fist time Hoseok meets Min Yoongi, the kid punches him in the throat. The second time Hoseok meets Min Yoongi, he punches the other in the throat. And everything in between is quite the story.
(or: Hoseok has a shitty childhood, runs away and gains freedom)
“So,” Yoongi says, popping the cap on the bottle of lube, “you cool if I prep you?”
Hoseok feels his entire body blush. “Ugh, don’t - don’t fucking ask me like that. Just do it.”
Yoongi’s brows furrow. “It’s your first time,” he says seriously, and Hoseok blushes harder. “I gotta ask.”
“Yes,” Hoseok groans, more to the ceiling than to Yoongi. “Yes, oh my God yes hyung please finger me and suck me off and fuck me I’m ready.”
Or; Hoseok is in New York and ready to get his cherry popped
Hoseok’s tongue is cold as it licks into Yoongi’s mouth, and his lips are slightly sticky, but Yoongi can’t help the way his tongue automatically brushes over Hoseok’s, the way a low moan claws it’s way up his throat. He can taste the sweet, slightly bitter flavour of chocolate over the muted spices from their dinner, and something else – something distinctly Hoseok that makes Yoongi’s knees feel like Jell-O.
Or: Hoseok wants Yoongi to eat ice cream. Yoongi just wants to eat Hoseok.
The fact was that their lives weren’t normal. None of it was. Normal was being able to think about your lover’s lips with warmth and heated recognition instead of just frustrated pangs.
with one sense depraved, Hoseok learns how to use his hearing, touch, taste, and smell.
"does he fuck you like this?"
hoseok's panting comes in harsh, staccato huffs against the sweaty expanse of his nape and yoongi can't stand this. him. can't stand any of it. he'd come to the studio to get away from thoughts of jung hoseok, not to end up dancing with him to a slow, sultry r&b song - let alone while they were both shirtless and perspiring, labored breaths mingling in the heavy heat of the mirrored dance studio.
the question that hangs over yoongi's drooped head is punctuated by the taller's sharply thrusting hips, conveniently placed directly behind his own. with every pulse of the scattered trap beat, he can feel hoseok's pelvis jerk and stutter and he kind of wants to die. just a little.
Yoongi lusts for something he knows he shouldn't but Hoseok is so beautiful so he can't help himself.
oongi is an author taking a shortcut home, and Hoseok is sad, scared and alone.
"Oh shit Seok-ah ... fucking hell ..."
Hoseok's mouth waters at the sight of Yoongi's dick and before the elder can say another word he leans forward with his lips parted. Hoseok sucks the tip of his dick, pursing his lips and taking the heavy and thick head around his mouth. He sighs around it, suckling at it and fluttering his eyes shut when Yoongi starts massaging his head.
"That's it baby, open up for hyung."
Or: In Hoseok's defense Yoongi has a big dick. How is he supposed to concentrate in winning the game when he knows that inside those basketball shorts Yoongi is hiding a beast?
A story about how Yoongi fell in love at first sight featuring Tinder.
He spends another morning on the cold tiles of a bathroom floor hunched over the toilet. A repeat of the day before, and the day before that, and the day before that for the past two years.
Or: What Happened After The Go Go Halloween Dance Practise
In which Yoongi has had enough of Hoseok always wearing these damn tight jeans to dance practises (and it doesn't get better in that stupid dwarf costume).
- (the way you look should be a sin (you my sinsation)
jinkookie) [https://archiveofourown.org/works/7867774] Hoseok wore the glasses again. The glasses that drove Yoongi crazy.
Back at their apartment, Yoongi and Hoseok finish what they started at the club
Hoseok needs to deliver some cakes to his ill friend Jungkook, instead ending up with a different surprise
Hoseok had a long day
Yoongi and Hoseok are used to their roles of being Suga and J-Hope from BTS. It's only during their most private moments that they are allowed to be Yoongi and Hoseok, two boys in love.
Hoseok is married off to a prince he doesn't know in an unfamiliar kingdom. Will he manage to win his new husband over or will their differences be too much for him to overcome?
dec 20 2017 +