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[jihope] kinktober day 5: butt plug 🌼

🔞hs finally goes home to jm only to find his boyfriend has a plan

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cw // butt plug, sexytimes, it's also implied canon compliant

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Hs has finally finished promotions, his months of continued effort settling into the last trickle of small tasks. It’s his last late night for a while, he thinks, as he checks over everything to make sure it’s exactly how it’s meant to be–the perfectionist within him eagerly

soaking up every detail. He’s about to type up a dozen or so obligatory thank you emails when his phone screen lights up, displaying a text alert with Jm’s contact picture.

He smiles at the picture, a candid Hs took of him when they wandered together

in LA, and opens the message.

Jm: will you be back soon hyung? :(

Hs: about an hour of work left 🔥 but then ill be back 🤩🤩

Jm: dont push yourself… ill be waiting

It’s nice to be worried over, Hs thinks, but he also thinks he’s worried his love a bit too much over the last few months. Some of Hs’s stress had become Jm’s stress and, though he knows the situation will soon be reversed, he focuses

on finishing so he can go home to Jm quickly.

He doesn’t bother to send Jm a text telling him he’s on his way; he’d rather get back to their apartment faster and see him in person. The sun has set already, and the way home is speckled with stars.

Hs can’t help but think of the mole on Jimin’s neck, now framed by a moon. He wonders if he’ll finally get a chance, now that things have calmed down, to run his palm down the other boy’s spine. Thumb across the curve of each moon as his hand gets lower and lower.

But then the apartment is in view, and Hs’s lips lift as he wonders instead about how Jm’s day has been. He’s been going back and forth about the arrangement on a potential song with a famous

producer, and his face has constantly been lit with excitement and nerves in equal measure.

The entryway to the apartment is empty, even though Jm must have heard the door. The living area is equally deserted, and the lights aren’t even on in the kitchen. He suppresses a laugh

as he makes his way to the bedroom, only left wondering /what/ violence Jm is going to enact upon him tonight. He opens the door and, sure enough, the boy in question is sitting in the middle of their bed, the lights set to a dim, suggestive level.

He gives himself a moment to let the image sink in. Jm’s wearing an oversized white t-shirt and the tiniest sunshine yellow shorts. Both of which, he realizes with amusement, come from Hs’s own wardrobe.

“I see why you tease me for showing so much leg now,” Hs greets, sliding his jacket off. “How long have you been waiting, Jm-ie?”

Jm falls back with a dramatic sigh, draping himself across the bed in a way that is somehow both silly and absurdly sensual. “I washed up

right after I sent that text. Been laying here waiting for you ever since.”

When Hs steps closer, he realizes how genuine he’s being. Jm’s flushed, a thin layer of sweat across his skin, his breaths occasionally shifting into pants. A container of lube has been thrown

to the side. Hs sits sideways on the edge of the bed and slides a hand up Jm’s thigh, all the way until it reaches the seam of his shorts. Not far from where Jm’s hard cock stretches the fabric. “What’s got you so worked up, hmm? Did you play with yourself

before dressing yourself in my clothes?”

“Something like that,” Jm replies, eyes narrowing in mischief, before widening when Hs palms his crotch through the thin material of his shorts. He groans, hips bucking into Hs’s touch, hands

reaching to grip at the older boy’s shirt. “Hurry up, want it off.”

Hs leans down to kiss him instead–infuriate him a bit–but then pulls his shirt over his head. He fully undresses while he’s at it, always confident with Jm’s hungry stare on him. When he moves

back to the bed, Jm pulls his own shirt off and reaches out to him.

Hs drinks in the lines of Jm’s chest as he crawls into bed with him.. He knows Jm’s body well by now, but it doesn’t get any less stunning. He reconnects their lips, tracing the seam of his mouth

with his tongue. Hs’s fingers pull at Jm’s shorts, and Jm lifts his hips to allow him to slide them off.

“No underwear?” Hs murmurs against Jm’s lips, only getting a smirk in response. “Just put clothes on for the sake of taking them off again?” he asks,

fingers moving to Jm’s crotch to stroke him.

He sighs gratefully, shifting slightly, and then lets out a moan at the motion. Hs looks at him from above curiously as he wiggles his hips again, face twisting in pleasure, and then Hs moves

his fingers to instead slip between his asscheeks. When his skin meets the hard glass of a plug, Hs smiles and leans in again, this time licking at one of Jm’s nipples. “You really /did/ get ready for me, didn’t you?” he says, index finger teasing at his stretched rim.

Jm gasps at the onslaught of sensation, hips stuttering and hands tangling in Hs’s hair. Hs shifts to give his other nipple the same attention, fueled by the broken sounds coming from Jm’s lip. When he pulls away, he’s satisfied by Jm’s fucked-out expression,

eyes glassy and saliva gathering at the corners of his plush lips.

Hs imagines his face looked similar, earlier, when he fingered himself open in preparation. “My cute Jm-ie, stretching and filling himself so he can take his boyfriend’s cock, hmm?” Jm nods

with a whine, pulling at Hs’s hair to guide him back down.

“It was really difficult, Hobi-hyung,” Jm informs him, a little breathlessly, mouthing and licking at his collarbone. “Laying here grinding down on the plug and-/hah/-wishing it was you.”

“What am I going to do with you?” Hs hums thoughtfully, fingers just barely dancing along Jm’s stomach until he shivers.

Jm huffs. “Well, fuck me, hopefully.” Hs laughs at the annoyance in his tone, as though there was ever a world in which he wouldn’t give Jm whatever he wants.

“I would consider teasing you,” he says, just so he can pause to nip Jm’s bottom lip when he pouts, “But I think you’ve already taken care of that part for me.”

“Good,” Jm says. “Now how do you want me, hyung?”

“No preference?” Hs asks, searching.

“Got ready like this to congratulate one of the most incredible, and also sexiest, soloists on a successful debut,” he answers. “Also I keep seeing pictures of you from photo shoots everywhere I look, and it’s making me really horny,” he

adds in a rush. “Not feeling picky, just want you in me ASAP.”

Hs laughs, and he’s reminded once again how everything with Jm is so /fun/. Yes, Jm is stunning and good in bed and feels like an absolute dream when Hs is inside him. But he also never knew sleeping with someone

could be so gleeful until he’d tumbled into bed with Jm. “Okay, okay. Turn around then, I want to see the pretty art you got on your back.”

Jm nods, but asks, “Do you need me to get you hard first?” Despite the haziness in his eyes, there’s a shit-eating grin forming on

his face as he shifts his gaze to Hs’s crotch, where he is certainly /not/ soft.

Hs pinches Jm’s nipple in retaliation, earny a small half-pained, half-horny cry. “If you keep sounding so smug, I might tease you for real.”

Jm’s eyes sparkle with the knowledge that no, actually Hs doesn’t want to wait any longer either. But he just rolls onto his stomach, arching his back to show off the pretty, ink-stained line of his spine.

ust as he’d imagined, Hs trails his fingers across the moons, down through the phases as Jm trembles, past his aphrodite dimples. Then he spreads his cheeks to look at the plug filling Jm. Hs recognizes, with some satisfaction, that it’s one he’d given him

as a gift only a few weeks ago.

He pulls it out almost all the way before pushing it back in, Jm jerking and muffling more pretty sounds in the pillows. Hs repeats the motion a few times, enjoying the way the moons on his back shift with the stuttering motions of Jm’s body.

“So you liked the gift, baby?” He thrusts it in deeper, pulling an especially loud moan from the other.

“/Yes, hyung/,” Jm whines.

Hs leans down to kiss the mole on his neck. “How does it feel?”

Jm groans. “I’ll give you a whole review later, if you want, but I’d rather be filled with something else about now.”

Hs chuckles but pulls the plug away. He quickly grabs the lube and strokes himself a few times, smiling when Jm wiggles his butt impatiently.

“Fine, fine,” he allows.

Hs lines himself up and carefully pushes in, despite the little resistance, listening to Jm’s happy hum when he bottoms out. Hs gives Jm a moment to adjust and lets him feel the pressure of his chest against his back, knowing he likes feeling

enveloped by the elder. After a moment, he says, “I’m good, hyung. You can move now.”

Hs thrusts into him deeply, the way he likes, Jm taking whatever friction he can get from the blankets below him. When the air is filled with the sounds of their bodies and Jm’s desperate

whines, Hs takes Jm in hand and jerks him off to the same pace as he thrusts into him. As soon as Jm cums, tightening around him, Hs follows.

He collapses on the other as they catch their breath, letting the room fall into quiet again.

Then, eventually: “Hobi-hyung, you’re heavy.”

Hs snorts. “Fine, fine.”

He starts to pull out, but Jm clenches around him with an urgent, “Wait, wait.” Hs pauses, and Jm relaxes around him again. “If you plug me up again, you can clean your cum out of me when we shower later.”

Hs considers this, deciding where on the gross-to-hot scale it lands. “You just want me to finger you in the shower, don’t you?”

Jm twists his head back to meet his gaze. “Are you going to complain?”

And Hs’s /not/ going to complain, so he replaces the plug after he pulls out, gently as Jm trembles slightly in oversensitivity. They turn to face each other, side-by-side, Jm’s content smile lighting up Hs’s vision. He’s so grateful for this relationship, so happy as he

wraps his arms around Jm’s waist–the action mirrored by the other–he can’t help but to press a kiss into the crown of Jm’s head. Sensing his sentimental mood, Jm’s face flushes with something different than exertion. Burrowing into

Hs’s chest, he quips, “Wow, can’t wait until later.”

And then Hs is laughing again. “Well, until then…” Hs says, smile softening when Jm’s arms tighten even further around his waist. “I want to hear all about my lovely Jm’s day.”

Jm giggles happily against him, obediently giving a dramatic verbal rendition of the daily patterns of his life as Hs continuously drops kisses on the curves of his cheeks, each warm in the familiarity of the other.

[end]

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