let's get freaky with it

jihope: couch fuck

"Jihope fuck on the on the couch in the dorm after a message gone wrong" sent by anonymous!

hoseok

honestly, hyung, i'd let jimin fuck me into next week but he's really not into me like that.

jimin stares down at the clearly wrong-number text. immediately, hoseok follows up.

hoseok

fuck uh

that was for seokjin hyung

ignore that

we were just joking haha

jimin highly doubts it, considering hoseok and seokjin don't joke around about things like that. at least, not from what he knows. hoseok's currently on his way back home and jimin's the only one there right now, everyone else out for the day. briefly, jimin wonders if he should leave for his room before hoseok makes it.

the curious part of his brain tells him to wait on the couch.

the door swings open about thirty minutes later, jimin casually browsing his phone as hoseok steps inside and slips off his shoes. immediately, he freezes at the sight of jimin.

"h-hey, jimin-ah," he hums, a little nervously. jimin looks up and smiles. it's not his regular smile, really. more of a smirk. one that says he knows something. "been home all day?"

"yeah, just waiting for someone to come home," he nods. "actually, come here, i want to show you this thing i found on twitter."

the way hoseok looks between jimin and the hallway to their bedrooms, trying to decide whether or not to follow his instincts. eventually, he complies and shuts the door, padding his way to the couch and sitting next to jimin. jimin leans in close and scrolls through his private profile on twitter before clicking on a thread of pictures of their debut days.

"found this while browsing," jimin explains as he scrolls through. hoseok chuckles a little, swallowing at their proximity.

"we were so young," he hums. jimin has chubby cheeks in all the photos. he certainly has them now, too, but they're more defined. his jawline is sharper, his eyes are dark, his tongue is darting out to lick his lips. hoseok's staring at him, but jimin doesn't even acknowledge it.

"yeah, we were," jimin nods, adjusting, their legs flush. hoseok sucks in a breath as jimin rests a hand on his thigh. "we're older now, though, aren't we? mature, and experienced... in tune with ourselves and our bodies." jimin grips his thigh a little as he drags it up, fingers dangling in front of where his cock is starting to get hard. "we have so much more to learn, though. about ourselves. each other."

hoseok gulps as jimin's hand shifts to rest over his cock in his jeans, making hoseok jump. jimin looks over at hoseok, hooded eyes, pouting lips, devious glint.

"this okay?" he asks simply, and hoseok nods before he can think about it, and jimin leans in to kiss him with fervor, licking into his mouth without mercy. hoseok yelps in surprise as jimin puts his phone down and moves them around so he's straddling hoseok, looking him over.

"don't you ever think i wouldn't fuck you into next week if you asked me to," jimin says before he leans down to attack hoseok's mouth again, not giving him time to respond. in hoseok's mind, he thinks this must be some kind of fever dream. "ask me."

"j-jimin," hoseok gasps out between two kisses. he blushes as he says the words, "f-fuck me."

"alright," jimin hums as he sits back up and stands, leaving the room. hoseok wonders if he's supposed to follow until jimin returns with a condom and lube in his hands, already working his sweatpants loose. "take your pants off, hyung, i'll make you feel good."

hoseok carefully works himself out of his jeans as jimin lets his sweats drop, stroking his cock while hoseok kicks away his jeans. he goes for his boxers, but jimin gets there before he can, hooking two fingers in the hem and pulling them down slowly, cloth dragging against hoseok's cock. hoseok whines as it bobs in the open, his boxers discarded without much thought.

jimin chuckles as he pushes hoseok's legs up a little and thumbs his hole, making him shudder. the lube pops open and he coats two fingers, prodding them inside and rotating for his prostate as he works him open. hoseok moans out, clenching the couch cushions under him as jimin finds his prostate and abuses it. hoseok's cock jumps without warning, his hips stuttering and gasps turning into whines.

"i'll fuck you into the next two weeks, how about?" jimin says as he puts in a third finger, thrusting them quickly. "maybe i'll fuck you every day." hoseok moans as his toes curl until jimin slides his fingers out and wipes them on his own shirt. he quickly breaks out the condom and rolls it onto his cock before he shuffles forward and lines it with hoseok's hole, prodding the tip inside.

"fuck- jimin-" hoseok groans as jimin bottoms out fast. "p-please, fuck- please-"

jimin starts thrusting as soon as hoseok starts begging, skin clapping loudly in the sitting room, the couch creaking underneath them. hoseok moans out at each thrust jimin gives, reaching his arms up for jimin. jimin leans forward so hoseok can grasp around the back of his neck.

"you like this, hyung?" jimin asks, staring him down. "so open, dirty, fucking on the couch. didn't even lock the door, anyone could walk in and see us." hoseok whines at the thought. being caught getting fucked by jimin, in their communal room. it's just public enough for him, even if the others said they were staying out later. unless jimin plans to fuck him for three hours straight, they shouldn't have to worry.

jimin's phone buzzes on the table multiple times, seokjin's picture showing up. he's calling him, and jimin reaches over to grab it. he smirks.

"jin-hyung," he says to hoseok. he keeps thrusting, a bit out of breath, and hoseok watches as he answers the phone and holds it up to his ear. "hello, hyung? yeah, he just got home." hoseok brings a hand down to cover his mouth as he moans, jimin's cock hitting his prostate continuously. "no, actually, i asked him to help me with something. he- he can't talk right now." jimin grits his teeth as he keeps fucking hoseok. "i'll see you tonight. okay, bye."

jimin hangs up the phone and tosses it behind him, leaning down again and moving his hips a bit faster.

"you feel good, hyung?" jimin asks, breath hot in hoseok's ear. "hyung'll be home soon. maybe i'll just fuck you until he gets here." hoseok gasps as jimin thrusts his cock a bit deeper before he comes, crying out and biting down on hoseok's shoulder. he lifts himself back up, grasping hoseok's cock and jerking it fast until hoseok's coming with a cry. they ride out their orgasms together, heavy breathing, shirts and hair plastered to their skin.

once they come down a bit, hoseok goes a little pink in the ears.

"w-we're not staying here, a-are we?" he asks. jimin hums as he mouths at his neck a little.

"i'll do you better in the other room later if you want," he says, and hoseok freezes while jimin pulls out and starts to clean up.

before they leave the room, jimin purposefully spills a generous amount of milk on the cushions so when seokjin gets home, there's a good reason why they had been washed and hung to dry.