Can I request a Jihope smut? Where Jimin is feeling really horny & he is trying to seduce Hobi in practise room~~ (with Hobi being on top~~ I know that you don't really see him that way, but I need smth like this >.<) I really love your fanfics! <3
how many secrets can you keep?; jihope, 1.4kw, dance crew au, alcohol use
it's kind of awkward for jimin to sitin the practice room with his cock half-hard and twitching in his pants,watching his fellow dance crew mate perfect the moves of their newestchoreography, but it's also something he's kindof grown used to by now. it's impossible not to, not when you’re in thesame crew with someone as attractive as jung hoseok, their very talented, verydetermined leader.
they’ve been practicing for over anhour and a half now and jimin is, in short, a mess, hair tousled and stickingout near the corners, dripping with sweat. jeongguk’s thrown water on himearlier, when he’s sat down to cool himself off, and thoroughly enjoyed jimin’sscreech of dissatisfaction when the water hit his eyes.
hoseok, however, has yet to stopdancing.
jimin always feels a littleundeserving to be present in the same room as his crew leader, considering hedoesn’t put in half as much effort in his dancing as hoseok but, lookingaround, all of their members have already long since left, leaving them as theonly occupants of the room for the rest of the night. jimin himself doesn’tknow why he hasn’t left yet or at least ran for the showers to get rid of hisoncoming boner and go home with a pleasant buzz in his bones. maybe it’s theentrancing way hoseok moves on the laminated floor or the heated stares hereceives from the older when they make eye contact in the wall-length mirrorfrom time to time.
or maybe it’s simply the fact that ifhe gets up right now, hoseok will see his boner and, well. that would start aseries of events that could be potentially good for the both of them or really,really unfortunate and frankly, jiminisn’t sure how ready he is to find out the answer to that dilemma.
“hey,” he snaps out of his train ofthought with hoseok’s hand waving in front of his face, all sweaty andbreathing heavily from the intense exercise. he’s bent over slightly so he’sdirectly in jimin’s line of vision and all sorts of heats run through jimin’s body,warming him up until he’s certain he’s boiling.
jimin crosses his legs in front ofhim and hopes he doesn’t come off as suspicious. even if he does, hoseok doesn’tsay anything about it, just barks at him to stop daydreaming and pass him thebottle of water resting peacefully next to jimin’s hip and jimin doesn’t realizehow badly his hands are shaking until he tries to pick it up and unscrew thetop.
“what’s up with you?” hoseok asksafter downing everything in three large gulps and wiping his mouth and givesjimin this look that’s just the rightbalance of scrutinizing and concerned that makes jimin jump to his feet andgrab his bag and hoodie, bowing politely and scurrying off with a lame excuseabout how he has to let his cat out.
he nearly turns around to see whathoseok is doing when his fingers wrap around the door handle, but that mightcompel him to stay and do something utterly stupidand regrettable and he really doesn’tneed this right now. and so, he leaves quickly, rushing down the hallway andinto the chilly street air, completely missing the knowing smirk playing nearthe corners of hoseok’s heart-shaped lips.
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two weeks later, it happens.
after scolding jeongguk for almostfive consecutive minutes for bringing alcohol into the practice room (because,number one – he’s underage; number two – alcohol is strictly prohibited in the practice room area, a rule hoseok’s madeup himself the second he saw jeongguk stroll in with plastic bags filled to thetop with soju bottles; and number three – he’s underage), they’d all somehow ended up sprawled on the floor,everyone on top of one another in at least some way, tingly and giggly in all theright places.
even hoseok, their ever so anal aboutfollowing the rules leader, had downed two bottles of soju all by himself. anhour later, jimin still finds it hard to believe that hoseok had willingly letjeongguk sit on him and tickle his sides until he begged for mercy (watchingthem all lovey-dovey and close like that makes something ugly rise inside ofjimin’s chest, enveloping around his heart like spiky vice, something herefuses to acknowledge, but continuously grows harder to ignore) but here theyare. happy and relaxed and not stressed about the upcoming performance at all.or so jimin would like to believe.
the night stretches on until theclock strikes one a.m. and it’s once again just the two of them in the room,sitting side by side and leaning on the mirrors. jimin’s fairly sure there’s asweat stain in the shape of his upper body where he’s resting but the alcohol’shit him hard enough for him to stop caring. except, the annoying heat is backagain, making him restless from the tips of his fingers to the bottom of hissock-clad feet and hoseok being rightthere, so close yet so far away from where he needs him doesn’t help thematters at all.
jimin is hard again but this time, itdoesn’t make him embarrassed. the alcohol in his veins, in fact, makes him alittle bit bolder than usual and he finds himself shifting so that he’scrawling over hoseok’s legs and nearly sitting in his lap, much like jeonggukonly moments earlier.
“jimin,” hoseok breathes out but it’snot reprimanding (or jimin hopes he hasn’t misinterpreted it, at least);instead, hoseok’s hands lift up to hold his forearms as jimin inches closer andcloser, until their lips are barely touching, breaths mingling and jimin’s asshovering right above hoseok’s crotch, “jiminnie,” the second groan he lets outis more desperate and jimin is torn between just sitting down and grindingagainst hoseok’s dick and moving away just to hear him plead.
“h-hyung,” jimin stutters, thedistance between them closing with every new sharp intake of breath, “how doesit feel?”
“hot,” hoseok’s laugh is raspy. hethrows his head back and it hits the mirror with a loud thud but he doesn’t even wince in pain, eyes bearing anuncontrollable fire in them as he observes jimin from the tips of hishighlights to the straining bulge in his basketball shorts, “and i reckon youfeel the same, too.”
“you have no idea,” jimin finallysays, all the bottled up feelings spilling out at once. he decides to heck with it and sits on top ofhoseok’s thighs, arms wrapping around his neck and head falling forward, “i’vewanted to do this for so long,” is the only thing he says before he kisses him.
it’s not quite an explosion offireworks, but it’s an explosion of… somethingand jimin can’t breathe for a while. he forgets all about getting air into hislungs and focuses on hoseok’s soft lips moving against his own and his wettongue licking the inside of his cheek as he hurries to deepen the kiss. hoseokis wonderfully responsive, kissing back with such fervor that jimin soon findshimself losing control and not minding one bit that hoseok’s taken over, hiswrists in a tight hold of hoseok’s hand behind his back and hoseok pepperingkisses down the expanse of his throat and the top of his clavicle, sucking onthe skin there to leave a trail of deep, purple marks.
“hyung,” jimin whines, increasinglygrowing needy and restless for hoseok to release him and touch him, everywhere, to extinguish the fire underneath jimin’sskin. unintentionally, he grinds down and it makes hoseok growl right next tohis ear and his hips buckle upwards and jimin can feel perfectly how hard heis. it’s almost silly how proud he is that it’s all because of him, “n-not here, though.”
as thrilling as the idea is, jiminreally doesn’t want for their first time to be in the practice room. he doesn’twant it to be done quickly and sloppily and he doesn’t want to have to getdressed in front of the mirrors and leave the building with an awkwardatmosphere he knows will follow soon after they’re done; he wants hoseok tofuck him nice and hard the entire night and he wants to fall asleep in his armsand deal with whatever storm is oncoming in the morning.
hoseok eagerly nods and slaps hisass, urging him to climb off so they can pack up and leave for hoseok’s apartment,“worry not, jiminnie,” hoseok whispers into his neck, not once leaving his sideas they exit the building and rush down the sidewalk, “hyung’s gonna make youfeel real good, i promise.”
