WHY HOSEOK IS SO HOT?!?!

WHY HOSEOK IS SO HOT?!?!

I need a fireman

hoseok x vogue 

OHHH FUCKKK HOBI OPPAAAA!! PLEASE DO MY HOMEWORK AND I’LL DO EVERYTHING FOR YOU, except watching you doing sexy dance because it will make me dying. Thanks.

jhs || drabble

Prompt ↠ “You’re still doing my homework, right?”  ↳ Hobi doesn’t feel much like studying during your usual Sunday study date. 

genre ↠ fluff, collegestudent!hobi member ↠ jung hoseok warnings ↠ none word count ↠ 1.3k

moodboard by @hsoeoks || requested by anon. This concept has me swooning for unknown reasons.

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“What’d you get for number two?”

You feel as if your inquiry has gone unnoticed once more as your words trickle into the soft silence lilting into the air around your apartment. Where your eyes had remained focused flitting amongst the littering of listed questions lining your computer screen and the myriad of sentences stringing together amidst the pages atop your curled thigh, they now flick upwards through the sprawled strands of your study-tossed hair, irises searching for the body perched next to you, now gone silent.

That deep mop of curly, dark, tendrils flops lazily as you turn, your eyes finally meeting a serenely distracted gaze unfocused entirely from the splay of matching work adorning his own lap as it fixes gently on you. You raise your brow at him in expectation, wondering, now that you’ve confirmed he’s still beside you, why he’s decided, yet again, to keep his vast reserves of knowledge to himself in place of a slowly spreading grin that cuts sedately into the corners of his smooth lips. His glossy, chocolate eyes glow within the small crescents they become as the apples of his cheeks scrunch, honey skin folding with soft delight as his head falls to the side, resting against the cushion along the back of the couch.

“Hoseok,” you hum, raising your brows again as you try to tug him from the daze of whatever fog he’s been rolled under. “Did you hear me?”

His eyelids flutter closed for a moment as he hums in affirmation, nodding his head almost imperceptibly, baby curls brushing against his forehead. You wait a moment, shaking your head in confusion when nothing else comes, only more lazily giddy grins and hooded staring. “Are you okay?” You could’ve sworn when you’d started your usually docketed slot for homework this evening that he’d been his normal, productive, self, but within the last hour he’s fallen more silent than is regular for even him when he’s in a focused mood. 

Your eyes widen subtly when he shakes his head, an unexpected answer seeing as how he seems so content in disposition at the moment. “What’s wrong?” you question, taking a second to discard the laptop from your lap to the coffee table to you can adjust your stance on the couch, curling your leg so you mirror the way he’s facing you. “Too much studying?”

Again, he shakes his head, his broad chest rising with breath as his pastel lips move around his grin with a raspy timbre that sends tingles along the expanse of your skin. “Not enough of you.” 

Suddenly, the contents on his lap are removed and the feeling of his wide hands are trailing their way around your midsection, led by the soft pads of his fingers as he drags you towards him, his eyes twinkling with warmth as he takes in the surprise of your reaction. You release a gentle yelp at the sudden movement, somewhat jarred by his actions as your body falls forward, limbs finding purchase against his chest and over his lap as he continues to tug, the rumbling shiver of his chuckle vibrating into your neck as he begins to fit himself to you, the soft skin of his lips ghosting over the jut of your collarbone and up into the hollow of your ear.

Your momentary shock crumbles away against the reeling tingles that run through your body under Hoseok’s gentle and soft touch, tangled arms locking you to the fit of his chest, his fingers pressing tender circles into the small of your back. You revel against the feeling of it, getting lost in the haze of the comfort his embrace and the warmth emanating from his person, the familiar smell of him that wafts up from the collar of his clothing causing your head to lean forward towards the plane of his shoulder involuntarily before you catch yourself. Your palms push flat into his pectorals as you pull away, trying your best to ignore the endearing whine that rises from Hoseok’s throat in protest as you evade his lips. 

“Hobi, what are you doing?” you laugh in confusion, scrunching your eyebrows at him as you raise your palm to cup the curve of his jaw, thumbing against the skin of his cheek as you mirror the small smile that it elicits from him.

“I missed you,” he says with a pout that makes your heart flip and your eyes roll with incredulous endearment. 

“I’ve been sitting right next to you this whole time,” you giggle, tilting your head at him as he continues to pout, remaining steadfast in his playful mood when he shakes his head, floppy hair tossing about before he curves himself back into you, his face hiding away in the crook of your neck as your hand trails around to tangle in the mess of curls at the nape of his own. 

“Not close enough,” he disagrees, tightening his grip around you as you giggle again.

“I have homework to do, baby,” you coo down to him, leaning over to press your lips against the crown of his head as you speak and warming at the feeling of his butterfly lashes painting against the skin over the juncture of your shoulder.

“I’ll do it for you, just don’t move.” His grip holds fast, body leaning back with you against him as he settles himself further into the couch, his hands pressing between the line of your shorts and shirt until the smooth pads of his fingers are brushing loving shapes into your exposed flesh. You sigh down at him, knowing that whether he means that or not, you’ve already lost to his gentle and comforting embrace and the soft request of his clingy nature tonight. 

Grinning against his hair, your fingers begin stroking through the tendrils, slowly as you enjoy the feeling of his silky locks between your digits, your blunt nails scratching along his scalp until low groans of contentment are sounding from Hoseok’s throat. You turn your head to press your cheek into his crown as your other hand raises to encircle the broad line of his shoulders, your fingers running the contour of his shoulder blade as you go. 

It’s not long before Hoseok needs more, however, shifting you in his lap until he’s falling longways against the couch, curling you into his arms as you’re brought down with him. This time, he has you cradled under his chin, the palm of his hand holding the curve of your neck as your head fits into his shoulder, your own arms wrapped loosely around his waist as his free arm holds you closely against him on the small surface area of the sofa. 

He hums contentedly in this position, pulling his head back enough to gaze down at you with a glossy glow in his eyes. He grins lopsidedly as he puckers, humor alight in his face when you giggle in reaction, lifting your head gladly to bring your lips to his. You peck against him, but as you pull away, Hoseok leans in, turning a playful pucker into something more intimate, something softer. His pout moves against yours with careful ministration, capturing your bottom lip between his as he issues his affection with deep adoration and an unspoken ease. 

It’s simple and lovely, and when you pull away, the both of you are grinning as if the two of you on a couch is all you could ever need. He places one more chaste kiss to the skin of your forehead as your eyes flutter closed in a sedated joy, curling further against Hoseok as he hums soft melodies into your hair in that boyish timbre of his.

“Hobi…” you murmur is the midst of your daze, squeezing his midsection.

“Hmm?” he returns quietly, his lips along your hairline.

“You’re still doing my homework, right?”

~  

💕

PLEASE, WHY AM I LAUGHING FOR THE ENTIRE TIME OF JIN’S ANTICS?!

Ohh fuck a lizard watching a live porn.

— SOFTY (m)

↛ seokjin x reader

a freshman and senior seemingly despise each other, one says the other acts older than they are and one says the other acts like a child, a feud brewing within the estranged pair.

↛ genre: gb n’ bg series, uni!au, good boy!seokjin, smut, fluff

↛ warnings: explicit language, slight age gap, unprotected sex, little bit of masturbation, vanilla sex

↛ words: 7.5k

↛ note: like mentioned above the sex is vanilla cuz he’s old yah know, it fits the concept okaaay

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Hmm. CAN SOMEONE ELABORATE IT?!?! BECAUSE I AM DEFINITELY WANT TO READ A BOOK WITH THIS PLOT!!🥺😢😭

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➥genre: humor, fluff, mature, angst

➥pairing: angel!jimin x reader x tsundere!yoongi

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