He’s not sure if it’s him, the cafe, or Jimin, but it’s getting a little too warm for Taehyung’s liking. He slips the coat off his shoulders and lets it gather around his waist on the bench. “He’s so damn cute. He’s tiny and still somehow manages to take up the entire bed-”
-jesus fuck I would let you ruin me-
Taehyung stops short, blinks at Jimin who blinks back.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“What?” Jimin parrots, ramen lifted halfway to his mouth.
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Summary from AO3: “Yoongi, you can’t just lick someone’s butthole without their permission!” or two dorks decide to lose their virginity together.
Warnings: anxiety, mentions of possible incest
Length: 50k-100k, Chaptered
Status: Complete, but is the first work in an ongoing trilogy
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Fingers still prying open the battery cover, Jimin froze as a quiet sound made its way through the ringing in his ears. A sniffle. Instinctively, Jimin looked around wildly, but opening his eyes only reminded him that he was completely blind. The flashlight. The flashlight. He squeezed his eyes shut again and frantically pulled the pieces apart, trying to keep them steady in his hands so he didn't lose them in the darkness.
Another sniffle. It was quiet – so quiet. Jimin wouldn't be surprised if he found out it was coming from three rooms away. However, it was so clear that it could have been right beside him. Jimin's breaths came out in sharp gasps, shaking uncontrollably as his mind provided him visions of phantoms and spectres, or maybe even just a small child with sopping wet hair and pure white eyes.
The batteries snapped into place and Jimin turned the light on. A dark red color filled his vision as the light penetrated through his eyelids, but he didn't want to open them. He didn't want to open his eyes and see something staring back at him.
Bracing himself for the worst, Jimin cracked an eye open.
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Bad Porn Series part 1
Pairing: Hoseok/Jeongguk
Bad Porn: Personal Trainer
It’s Important to Stretch Before Strenuous Activities
Hoseok is a personal trainer who helps Jeongguk with his stretches.
Jeongguk loved going to the gym. He'd go to the gym every day if he could. Unfortunately he couldn't., though he supposed five days out of seven was close enough.
It wasn't that Jeongguk was a huge meathead or anything (he was). He didn't have any ulterior motives for going to the gym (he did). He most definitely did not go to the gym just so he could admire one of the personal trainers from afar (he needed to stop lying to himself).
Jeongguk was pretty sure his overall productivity at the gym had taken a nosedive when Hoseok had been hired as a personal trainer. He went more often, but he didn't lift as much as he used to. If he hurt himself, then he wouldn't be able to come back, and that was an absolute travesty that he had to avoid.
Hoseok was devastatingly gorgeous and fit and perfect and had literally never said a word to Jeongguk in the past five months. He didn't even have to be doing anything. He could just be standing there, like he was, talking to a group of girls who'd requested his assistance. Jeongguk glared, wishing that he'd refused any personal trainer assistance when he'd first joined the gym's membership. Would it seem too weird to request it now? Jeongguk wasn't even sure if he'd be able to handle talking to the man, anyway, so he probably would never go through with it.
For now, he'd have to settle for admiring (staring at) Hoseok from afar.
Mondays were circuit training days. Hoseok would lead his little team around the gym, setting them up with different equipment. His muscles would bulge as he demonstrated how to use them. The people would laugh when he told jokes (because of course this gorgeous man had a sense of humor to go with it). He moved around enough that Jeongguk never got to see him as much as he wanted to (unless he followed him and his group around, which he'd only done once (maybe twice)).
Tuesdays were weight training days. Jeongguk loved Tuesdays. Hoseok tossed around the free weights with more ease than Jimin tossed back a bottle of wine. He always had perfect form, bending, stretching, lifting, gripping and – oh god, if Jeongguk wasn't careful he'd nut right there. Unfortunately, weight training was done in front of the full length mirrors, so Jeongguk had to make sure he wasn't caught staring.
Wednesdays were spin class days. Once Jeongguk had been brave enough to sneak onto one of the bikes in the back row. He had a nice view of Hoseok's ass for the better part of an hour. He considered that to be the high point of his infatuation (obsession) with Hoseok.
Thursdays were cardio-kickboxing days. Those were the days where Hoseok showed off that his muscles weren't just for show. He punch-danced with a passion that put Kevin Bacon to shame. Jeongguk had debated whether or not he should join that class. It was more crowded than the others so he'd be able to hide in the back, blend in with the masses. Of course that meant that he'd actually have to be doing something and he couldn't just oggle Hoseok, so it was best that he didn't.
Fridays.
Fridays were Yoga days.
Fridays were Jeongguk's favorite days.
Jeongguk got to watch Hoseok slowly stretch and bend every which way, his calming voice leading his class through the different poses, his eyes kept shut as he relaxed. Friday meant that Jeongguk could watch Hoseok without fear of the man catching him.
And today was Friday.
Jeongguk huffed and wiped sweat from his forehead. He leaned forward against the chest support, watching Hoseok's class slowly shift from one pose to the next. Hoseok was at the front, his expression calm and serene (and perfect). Jeongguk's muscles ached – it was easy to forget how much work weight he was lifting when he had Hoseok to distract him. If he wasn't careful, he'd end up hurting himself and he wouldn't be able to work out. That would be an absolute tragedy worthy of Shakespeare.
Hoseok's muscles rippled beneath his golden skin. He could probably be the model for Greek masonry (if he wasn't already). Jeongguk wanted to feel those muscles beneath his hand, feel him move – preferably in a thrusting motion. Jeongguk whined softly, wondering what it would be like to be at the mercy of the other man. He'd probably be as amazing in bed as he was at everything else. He could even hold a class showing others how to do it. Maybe that's what Saturday classes were. How To Do Sex, instructor led, Jung Hoseok. Jeongguk would sign up for that class in an instant. Actually, he would put his own name in all the slots so it was just the two of them.
Jeongguk cleared his throat and shifted awkwardly on the seat he was straddling. He'd have to wait a few more minutes before he could get up. He cursed himself for forgetting to buy some new gym shorts. The ones he had were comfy, sure, but his boners may as well have been bright orange flags attached to his crotch.
8:45 pm. Hoseok's class ended. The gym would be closing soon. Jeongguk didn't want the gym to close. Two hours of oggling just hadn't been enough that day, and he'd have to wait until Monday to come in again.
Jeongguk sat for another five minutes before reluctantly getting up. He took his sweet ass time cleaning off his station, wondering if he'd be able to catch Hoseok changing in the locker room. He didn't even know if employees used the same locker room as everyone else. If Jeongguk could catch a glimpse of Hoseok showering, Jeongguk will have reached the pinnacle of his existence. He'd be able to die happy.
"Hey."
Jeongguk was at his locker, pulling out his gym bag so he could get changed. He froze, staring into the locker.
That voice. No – it couldn't – but that voice. Jeongguk turned and found Hoseok standing next to him.
Suddenly, Jeongguk wasn't standing in a locker room that held the overbearing stench of sweaty men – he was in heaven, and God himself was smiling back at him.
"I've seen you around a lot," Hoseok said, not acknowledging the fact that Jeongguk hadn't managed even a simple greeting. "How come you don't take any of my classes?"
That was a very good question. Jeongguk had an answer for it – he just couldn't remember what it was. Hoseok's presence was too much of a disturbance. All the signals in Jeongguk's brain were firing off in random directions, scrambling together in a jumbled mess that came out as a small squeak.
Hoseok's smirk grew wider. Jeongguk never would have guessed that the man could be any more attractive, yet here he was. "You watch the classes a lot. I know it can be a little intimidating for people to join one."
Intimidating. Yes, that was a good word to describe how Jeongguk felt about Hoseok. Intimidated by his voice, intimidated by his face, intimidated by his body. Everything about Hoseok felt like a personal attack, and the trainer wasn't even doing anything.
"Would you like a one on one session?"
Jeongguk stared, his eyes wide and mouth open. "Uh – what?"
"You know," Hoseok said earnestly, "a one on one session. Whenever someone is nervous to join, I'll give them a little one on one. Helps them loosen up."
Loosen up. Jeongguk fought against the intrusive fantasies of Hoseok loosening up Jeongguk's asshole. He shook his head, clearing his head of the distraction. "Uh – sure – I guess."
Hoseok grinned. "Awesome. Come on." He stepped away and motioned for Jeongguk to follow him.
"Wait, you mean now?" Jeongguk glanced at the clock on the wall. "Gym closes in five minutes."
"Don't worry about that," Hoseok said with a casual shrug. "Sometimes working by yourself can make it easy to get comfortable, you know?"
Jeongguk swallowed audibly and glanced back at his locker. Dare he take Hoseok up on his offer? Dare he risk humiliating himself while he tried to follow Hoseok's instructions? Jeongguk slammed the locker shut. Yes, he did dare.
Hoseok led Jeongguk into the area where most of the classes were held. The wall on the far side was nothing but a massive mirror – the one that Jeongguk often used so he could get a front and back view of Hoseok during those classes.
"Okay," Hoseok said with the same voice he used on the other patrons, "you've already warmed yourself up, so let's start with some stretches." He motioned to a mat lying on the floor.
Jeongguk knew the stretches by heart. He'd watched them probably a thousand times. They'd start with the hamstring stretch.
"Let's start with something simple. Hamstring stretch."
Bingo.
Hoseok sat in front of Jeongguk with his legs spread outward. Jeongguk tried not to stare. He kept his eyes down and leaned over one of his legs.
"You have to look at me if you want to do the stretches properly."
Jeongguk blushed and raised his eyes. Hoseok was practically inviting Jeongguk to watch his groin.
"Lean over," Hoseok said, slowly stretching out over one leg. "Hold for ten seconds. And relax."
Jeongguk didn't know which was more difficult – the stretches or his attempts to keep himself from getting a hardon while sitting with his legs spread wide in front of him. He followed Hoseok's lead four more times on one leg, then five over the other.
They moved into the next position – lower leg stretch. Jeongguk was already sweating, and it wasn't from the exercise. He rolled onto his stomach, then lifted his butt into the air, keeping a foot as flat onto the ground as he could. He could feel it burn, but the heat was secondary to Hoseok's eyes on him.
"Your form is a little off," Hoseok said, standing up. "Do you mind if I help with that?"
"Su-sure." Jeongguk closed his eyes as Hoseok stood to his side and grabbed his hips, pulling his butt even higher in the air.
"Just like that. You should feel the burn around here." Hoseok knelt and ran his finger down Jeongguk's calf. "Do you feel it?"
Jesus, Jeongguk felt it. He grunted and nodded. He held the position, relaxed, and switched feet as Hoseok conducted him. Jeongguk was nothing but a puppet, and he loved it.
"And final position," Hoseok said.
Jeongguk mentally steeled himself. He stood, took a deep breath, then squatted to the side, one leg stretched out to his right. He tried to focus on his form in the mirror, but he was distracted by the fact that he could see Hoseok's ass reflected back to him.
"Your balance seems to be a little off." Hoseok moved behind Jeongguk, crouched down, and – oh Lordy – placed his hand on Jeongguk's thigh. It wasn't a low touch, but it wasn't high enough to be considered too high. "Just like this."
Jeongguk stiffened as Hoseok's hand ran a little higher up his inner thigh. Hoseok must have felt him lose balance again because his grip tightened. Jeongguk's breathing hitched, and he forced himself to concentrate.
Unfortunately, instead of concentrating on the stretch, he concentrated on Hoseok's hand as it inched just a little higher.
"Do you feel that?" Hoseok murmured, and Jeongguk nodded his head in small, quick motions. "Okay, other leg."
Jeongguk nearly cried as he shifted. He was hard. There was no way not to be hard. If Hoseok looked at him in the mirror, he'd surely see his erection tenting his shorts. Hoseok's hands were on him again, first in a completely innocent way, and then just an inch or so higher that made Jeongguk shudder.
Oh God, this isn't happening, Jeongguk told himself. There's no way this is happening. He closed his eyes and bit his lip, relying on Hoseok almost entirely to keep himself from falling over. Hoseok's breaths were hot on the back of his neck, his body too close for Jeongguk to handle.
"Do you want to try a new exercise?" Hoseok asked, his fingers traveling into dangerous territory. Another two inches and Hoseok would be cupping Jeongguk's junk. "This one will be more of a full body workout."
Jeongguk whimpered and nodded again. He opened his eyes and – fuck, Hoseok was looking back at him. The look in his eyes was dark, hungry – sexy.
"Knees," Hoseok instructed. "You'll have to lean up against the wall for this one."
Jeongguk awkwardly waddled forward on his knees and placed his palms flat against the mirror. The way Hoseok's eyes traveled down, the way his mouth pulled up in a smirk – there was no way he didn't see Jeongguk's prominent arousal.
Hoseok knelt on the ground behind Jeongguk and took him by the hips. Jeongguk swallowed thickly as Hoseok pressed his thumbs against Jeongguk's back. It forced him into an arched position, his spine curved, his ass angled right towards Hoseok.
"This should be working on your glutes," Hoseok murmured. "How does it feel?"
"Oh, it feels great," Jeongguk said in a strained voice.
Hoseok licked his lips, shamelessly inspecting Jeongguk's form. "Your positioning is perfect." He shifted his hips forward, and Jeongguk gasped as Hoseok pressed his rock hard erection against his ass. "So perfect," he purred, rocking his hips.
Jeongguk braced himself against the mirror. His shorts and Hoseok's pants wasn't nearly enough fabric to dull the feeling of Hoseok's cock sliding between his ass cheeks. He groaned and pushed himself back, meeting one of Hoseok's thrusts. Jeongguk could see Hoseok smirk at him through the mirror.
"So eager." Hoseok pushed a hand against the small of Jeongguk's back, forcing it back into its arched position. "Keep your form."
Jeongguk wasn't sure how he would manage that – not when Hoseok pulled his shorts over the curve of his ass – not when Hoseok's thumb teased his asshole.
"You've been stretching so well," Hoseok praised Jeongguk with a smile. "It's important to stretch before strenuous activity, isn't it?"
Jeongguk nodded, biting his lip.
"Would you like me to stretch you just a little more?"
"Oh, God, yes," Jeongguk begged. He was close to climaxing just from Hoseok's hands on him. They needed to get down to business before he let all of Hoseok's efforts at building sexual tension go to waste. And then one of Hoseok's wet fingers was pressing into him, stretching him out just like he'd offered. Jeongguk moaned and tried to rock back into it, but Hoseok's other hand kept his back in place.
"Ah," Hoseok said in a teasing tone, "you stretch often, don't you?"
Jeongguk whined in embarrassment, turning his head so he couldn't see Hoseok's painfully sexy smirk.
Hoseok worked the finger in him slowly. He brushed past Jeongguk's prostate, but he never pressed into it. "You probably don't even need my help with this stretch, do you?"
"I do, I do need help," Jeongguk insisted, nodding his head. If Hoseok stopped now, Jeongguk would probably cry. Of course, he'd have no problem taking over and letting Hoseok watch him stretch himself out – he'd just cry while he did it.
"Watch your form." Hoseok's gaze was burning into Jeongguk through the mirror as he stretched him open, adding another finger.
"Oh fuck," Jeongguk groaned, dropping his head between his arms. He brought it back up as soon as he realized he'd done it, though – he wanted to watch Hoseok stare down at him with that smoldering gaze. "I'm ready – I'm ready, please!"
Hoseok raised an eyebrow at him, a sinful tongue making a quick pass over his upper lip. "You think you're done stretching?"
Jeongguk whined. He was ready to stop playing this game. The only stretching he wanted was his asshole around Hoseok's cock. "Yes, please, just fuck me!"
Hoseok finally obliged. He pulled his dick out, and it was as magnificent as Jeongguk had imagined.
"Fuck," Jeongguk whimpered as Hoseok pressed into him. His fingers curled against the mirror. Like Jeongguk had wanted, his asshole was stretched further by Hoseok's cock sliding slowly inward.
"You're taking me so well," Hoseok murmured, his voice as arousing as the dick in Jeongguk's ass. "How many times have you imagined me fucking you like this?"
"A lot" was all Jeongguk could say – an understatement, for sure, but he couldn't concentrate on anything. Hoseok had his hands on his hips again, holding him still as he settled as deep as he would go.
"Yet you never got up the courage to approach me," Hoseok said, shaking his head. "You're lucky I had my eye on you, too."
Lucky – another understatement. Jeongguk lost all sense of reality as Hoseok started fucking him. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," Jeongguk moaned. He was still a puppet, completely under Hoseok's control. All he could do was hold himself against the mirror as Hoseok pulled him back to meet every hard thrust.
Hoseok grunted and held Jeongguk's hips in the perfect position to fuck right into him with no resistance. The trainer looked back at him in the mirror, his bottom lip drawn between his teeth, eyes dark with lust.
"Shit, fuck – oh – fuck – " Jeongguk couldn't form anything but curses as Hoseok relentlessly pounded into him. Then Hoseok hit his prostate dead on, and Jeongguk didn't need the other man's grip to keep his back arched. He let out a shout, throwing his head back in ecstasy as Hoseok hit it again and again.
The older man's skill was a force to be reckoned with. Sweat slicking his palms, Jeongguk's hand slipped and he fell forward, just barely managing to catch himself before his face smacked against the mirror. His forearms now held the brunt of his weight, keeping himself steady as Hoseok relentlessly slammed into him. Heavy breaths that were almost as loud as his moans fogged the once-clean mirror in front of him.
"Oh God – " he cried out. "Fuck, fuck – " He could feel it building inside him. No, that wasn't quite true. "It" had been building inside him since the first day he'd seen Hoseok. "It" had been a slow burn, a flame that was stoked into a raging wildfire by Hoseok's cock.
"Fuck – I'm gonna – I'm – gonna – " Jeongguk wasn't able to finish his though before he came, the tension finally snapping, his cock releasing his seed onto the ground in front of him. "Oh, fuck yeah," Jeongguk moaned, his climax ripped from him. It pulsed from within in time to Hoseok's frantic thrusts.
Jeongguk's breath hitched as Hoseok shoved into him one last time and came. In the mirror, Jeongguk could see him biting his lip, closing his eyes with a furrowed brow, his cock twitching and spilling his hot come deep inside Jeongguk.
"Oh, holy fuck," Jeongguk gasped. His arms still held him against the mirror, and they shook as though he'd done two hundred pushups. He looked up at Hoseok who was still recovering from his orgasm with deep breaths. Jeongguk let out a soft moan as Hoseok pulled himself free.
"Well," Hoseok said breathlessly. "That was a productive session. Same time next week?"
A demon. Jimin was a demon? Hoseok shook his head, the words replaying in his mind a few times. No, no, that can’t be right. Jimin was – he was adorable and sweet and kind and terrified of everything. Jimin couldn’t be a demon.
