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[10 out of 20] BTS: mature
Title: Foot massage
Prompt: Night
Pairing: SUGA/jhope
Length: 500
Rating: Mature for flirting and implied sexytimes
Note: my feet hurt, thus, this ficlet
Summary: SUGA sneaks into jhope's room on tour.
“Who—oh, fuck, Yoongi, you nearly gave me a heart attack! What are you doing here? In the middle of the night? How did you get here?”
“Super stealth mode. Nobody knows.” Yoongi put his finger on his lips. “Saw a clip of you in those boots. Thought your feet might be hurting.”
“Min Yoongi, did you sneak out of Korea and sneak into my hotel room on tour in the middle of night to rub my feet?”
“No comment. Do they hurt?”
“Of course, they hurt. You’re crazy, you know?” But Hoseok’s tone, his posture, his gaze, everything about him was already softening. He moved toward the bed, dropping his jeans on the floor before he crawled on top and settled himself on the bank of pillows.
“I brought my own lotion,” said Yoongi conversationally as he peeled Hoseok’s socks off. “You never know what you’re going to get in these places.”
“Is it—?”
“The peppermint one? Yes. I’ve got the citrus if that’s the mood.”
“No, I need…”
“Yeah, I know what you need.”
Yoongi settled himself at Hoseok’s feet and went to work, coating Hoseok’s feet with a layer of lotion, then rubbing it in.
“Fuck!” exhaled Hoseok, drawing the word out in English.
Yoongi only smirked and dug his thumbs in deeper.
After a while, Hoseok found the strength to string two words together.
“Don’t stop.”
“Why in the hell would I stop?” countered Yoongi.
“Oh, Yoongi, nobody…”
Hoseok only managed the first part of the thought, but Yoongi wasn’t having it.
“Nobody what?” he pressed.
“Nobody does it like you.”
“Flattery will get you everything, Jung Hoseok.”
“When do you go back?”
“Four-ish.”
“In the afternoon, right?”
Yoongi snorted.
“Yoongs.”
“Nobody knows I’m here, luv. I’m not supposed to be here. If I get caught…”
“You came all this way for this.”
“Yeah.” Yoongi stopped his ministrations abruptly and looked up.
Hoseok held his gaze, then threw his head back and moaned lewdly.
A satisfied smile bloomed on Yoongi’s lips.
Hoseok sank into the pillows like the princess he was. “You’re going to let me give you a foot job afterwards, right?”
“I travel all this way and run all kinds of risk just to get these muscles relaxed,” Yoongi squeezed some of the muscles in question, “and then you want to get them all tense again.” He sighed his theatrical, playful sigh. “I’m not going to let you undo all my hard work and sacrifice, Hob-ah.”
“Oh, all right,” said Hoseok. He yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it on the bed without missing the appreciate look Yoongi gave his bare torso. “My feet will stay relaxed but what about my mouth? Can’t it stand to do a bit of work?”
If Hoseok hadn’t purposefully held his breath immediately after he spoke, he would’ve missed the tiny but sharp inhale.
“’A bit’ is insulting,” growled Yoongi at last. “But I suppose you’ll have to do something while the polish dries, hmm?”
Prompt: Night
Pairing: SUGA/jhope
Length: 500
Rating: Mature for flirting and implied sexytimes
Note: my feet hurt, thus, this ficlet
Summary: SUGA sneaks into jhope's room on tour.
“Who—oh, fuck, Yoongi, you nearly gave me a heart attack! What are you doing here? In the middle of the night? How did you get here?”
“Super stealth mode. Nobody knows.” Yoongi put his finger on his lips. “Saw a clip of you in those boots. Thought your feet might be hurting.”
“Min Yoongi, did you sneak out of Korea and sneak into my hotel room on tour in the middle of night to rub my feet?”
“No comment. Do they hurt?”
“Of course, they hurt. You’re crazy, you know?” But Hoseok’s tone, his posture, his gaze, everything about him was already softening. He moved toward the bed, dropping his jeans on the floor before he crawled on top and settled himself on the bank of pillows.
“I brought my own lotion,” said Yoongi conversationally as he peeled Hoseok’s socks off. “You never know what you’re going to get in these places.”
“Is it—?”
“The peppermint one? Yes. I’ve got the citrus if that’s the mood.”
“No, I need…”
“Yeah, I know what you need.”
Yoongi settled himself at Hoseok’s feet and went to work, coating Hoseok’s feet with a layer of lotion, then rubbing it in.
“Fuck!” exhaled Hoseok, drawing the word out in English.
Yoongi only smirked and dug his thumbs in deeper.
After a while, Hoseok found the strength to string two words together.
“Don’t stop.”
“Why in the hell would I stop?” countered Yoongi.
“Oh, Yoongi, nobody…”
Hoseok only managed the first part of the thought, but Yoongi wasn’t having it.
“Nobody what?” he pressed.
“Nobody does it like you.”
“Flattery will get you everything, Jung Hoseok.”
“When do you go back?”
“Four-ish.”
“In the afternoon, right?”
Yoongi snorted.
“Yoongs.”
“Nobody knows I’m here, luv. I’m not supposed to be here. If I get caught…”
“You came all this way for this.”
“Yeah.” Yoongi stopped his ministrations abruptly and looked up.
Hoseok held his gaze, then threw his head back and moaned lewdly.
A satisfied smile bloomed on Yoongi’s lips.
Hoseok sank into the pillows like the princess he was. “You’re going to let me give you a foot job afterwards, right?”
“I travel all this way and run all kinds of risk just to get these muscles relaxed,” Yoongi squeezed some of the muscles in question, “and then you want to get them all tense again.” He sighed his theatrical, playful sigh. “I’m not going to let you undo all my hard work and sacrifice, Hob-ah.”
“Oh, all right,” said Hoseok. He yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it on the bed without missing the appreciate look Yoongi gave his bare torso. “My feet will stay relaxed but what about my mouth? Can’t it stand to do a bit of work?”
If Hoseok hadn’t purposefully held his breath immediately after he spoke, he would’ve missed the tiny but sharp inhale.
“’A bit’ is insulting,” growled Yoongi at last. “But I suppose you’ll have to do something while the polish dries, hmm?”