Ship/Member: soonhoon Major Tags: canon/idolverse, studio hook up, NSFW (Mature) Additional Tags: """het""" jihoon, hoshi genderisms, little bit of a slut moment (fond), sexuality is a spectrum but if u wanna fuck hoshi ur on the gay end Permission to remix: sure! just ask pls
title from Oh Why by The Fur.
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Soonyoung has been around for most of Jihoon’s breakups, on account of living practically on top of each other since they were fourteen, but he doesn’t think he’s ever seen Jihoon this weird about one before.
He hasn’t cried, or told anyone about what happened, or done much of anything other than squirrel himself away in his studio and create beat after beat, threading melodies and base lines and snappy, catchy choruses all together with a frown of concentration on his face. Soonyoung knows because he’s been right there with him most days, sitting a few feet away on the plush leather couch and fidgeting with his choreography notebook while Jihoon stabs fiercely at his keyboard before sighing, declaring it worthless, and starting over.
“You okay Woozi-yah?” Soonyoung finally asks, after Jihoon thunks his head down onto the keys with a discordant jangle and lets out a fierce little growl of displeasure. It’s extremely cute, but Soonyoung wisely keeps that to himself.
“I’m fine,” Jihoon mumbles. “You don’t have to keep babysitting me, I’m a big boy.”
Soonyoung puts his notebook aside and scoots closer, feeling stupidly stung. “What do you mean?”
“You don’t have to sit around just to make sure I’m okay after I got dumped, alright? I appreciate it but I didn’t think I was pathetic enough to get the pity hang treatment.”
“You’re not pathetic,” Soonyoung retorts. “That’s not what I think at all. I actually like hanging out with you, even when you’re being kind of a little bitch about it.” Jihoon grumbles under his breath, kind of like a little bitch. “And I don’t like it when you’re sad but that doesn’t mean I pity you. Don’t be stupid, you idiot.”
Jihoon lifts his head from the keyboard and squints at Soonyoung with narrowed eyes. There are faint red marks on his face where the edges of the keys pressed into his cheeks and forehead. “What are you even getting out of hanging around my mopey ass?”
He shrugs nonchalantly. “Time to work on new choreography while I hang out with my favorite music producer and watch him work his magic. Maybe if I offer to blow him he’ll write me another hit song, eh?” Soonyoung jokes with a wink, half-serious except for how he’s been unsubtly trying to get his mouth on Jihoon’s impossibly fat cock ever since he realized he was into cock at all. Jihoon always plays along with Soonyoung’s (he disagrees with this assessment but whatever Seungkwan) desperate flirting, laughing and teasing right back, dropping little hints about what he’s like in bed that leave Soonyoung constantly horny and unsatisfied in his presence.
“It’d have to be one hell of a blowjob to earn that,” Jihoon warns with a grin. He rubs his mouth with the back of his hand, suddenly rueful. “Fuck, sometimes I wish getting my dick sucked was actually that easy,” he laments, laughing low and rough at himself. “But you know how much I hate hook-ups—getting a girl to sign an NDA before we even leave the bar feels so skeevy, and half the time they end up not wanting to deal with the hassle anyway. God, I don’t know how you manage it.”
Soonyoung shrugs, an involuntary smirk stealing over his mouth. “Junnie taught me everything I know.” He thinks, fondly, of Junhui’s clumsy hands. His wet, searching mouth. The gut-rearranging length of him. Soonyoung probably knows Jun’s dick better than he knows most people. “I would never have reached such a sophisticated level of slut without his guidance.”
“Oh, I’m sure you would have found a way.” Jihoon scoffs a laugh, swiveling around in his chair to face him. His legs are spread wide, feet planted firmly on the ground as he leans in, resting his elbows on his thighs all while he grins knowingly, a little nastily, at Soonyoung.
Suddenly, Soonyoung has an idea. A terrible, fantastic, slutty idea.
Jihoon is newly single, probably horny, and more than a little desperate for a break. This will probably be his best chance. If Jihoon turns him down again then so be it, but he has to at least try. If not for his pride then for his libido.
“What if I sucked your dick?” Soonyoung offers, his stupidly overeager mouth running off before he can think twice about it. His stupidly overeager mouth starts watering at just the thought too, the traitor. “I won’t even charge you a song for it.”
“Really?” Jihoon asks mildly. His eyes are searching. Cautious. Ready to play it off like a joke at any moment, just like always.
Soonyoung, for once in his life, is fucking tired of jokes.
He smiles. “You know how much I like it, Jihoonie.” It’s true—he does. He’s walked in on Soonyoung choking on cock and having the time of his life more than once. More than twice, even. Soonyoung has a little bit of a reputation.
Jihoon swallows. Soonyoung watches as his hand, big and broad and veiny, clenches tight in the fabric of his gray sweatpants.
“Yeah, but I’m not—”
Soonyoung shakes his head, cutting him off before he can say anything more. “I know you’re not,” Soonyoung agrees. “I—fuck, Jihoonie, I just really want to suck you,” he murmurs, sliding liquidly off the couch to his knees, directly between Jihoon’s spread legs. He lets his gaze drop to the crotch of his sweats, tracing the slight bulge there with hungry eyes. “Don’t think of me as a guy right now, okay? You can close your eyes.”
Jihoon stares down at him, lips parted slightly in surprise.
“Okay?” Soonyoung urges.
Slowly, he nods his head. He’s looking at Soonyoung like he did the first day they met, eyes sharp and calculating, but Soonyoung barely notices. He lunges forward, tries to drag Jihoon’s thick sweats down the stretch of his thighs and off but barely gets them bunched under his ass before Jihoon stops him, wide palms dwarfing his own as they bring his hands to stillness.
“Do you want me to think of you as a girl, then?” asks Jihoon, gruff and blunt and so, so careful.
The simple question sends Soonyoung’s thoughts scattering like dandelion seeds in a lazy breeze. His breath shudders on a long exhale, but he manages to swallow and nod. “Sure. Sure, if you want.”
“Alright,” Jihoon says softly, squeezing his hands once before letting them go. “Alright, I will. Not like it’s hard when you’ve got a mouth prettier than most girls anyway,” he mumbles, almost under his breath as Soonyoung continues wrestling with his pants until they’re puddled in a heap on the floor and Jihoon’s hands are tugging lightly at his hair, guiding him forward to pant hotly against the thin fabric of his briefs.
Soonyoung’s eyes flutter shut as he presses the softness of his mouth against Jihoon’s clothed bulge. He wants to watch, wants to see him fall apart in front of him, but mostly he wants Jihoon to do the same. To look down at Soonyoung and see him on his knees, eyes shut tight as he worships his cock. He can pretend that Soonyoung’s a girl all he likes, and, fuck, Soonyoung will enjoy it, but if he looks, if he feels safe enough to open his eyes and stare at the way Soonyoung’s cheeks hollow as he sucks, the needy moans he lets out, muffled by Jihoon’s dick as he shoves his hand down his pants and jacks himself off, fast and rough, the way his saliva tracks down his neck, climbing over the bump of his Adam’s apple and darkening the collar of his t-shirt if he’s not quick enough to wipe it away, well. Maybe Jihoon will realize some things about himself.
If nothing else, maybe he’ll let Soonyoung do it again.
[FILL], all i want is to get close to you
Major Tags: canon/idolverse, studio hook up, NSFW (Mature)
Additional Tags: """het""" jihoon, hoshi genderisms, little bit of a slut moment (fond), sexuality is a spectrum but if u wanna fuck hoshi ur on the gay end
Permission to remix: sure! just ask pls
title from Oh Why by The Fur.
***
Soonyoung has been around for most of Jihoon’s breakups, on account of living practically on top of each other since they were fourteen, but he doesn’t think he’s ever seen Jihoon this weird about one before.
He hasn’t cried, or told anyone about what happened, or done much of anything other than squirrel himself away in his studio and create beat after beat, threading melodies and base lines and snappy, catchy choruses all together with a frown of concentration on his face. Soonyoung knows because he’s been right there with him most days, sitting a few feet away on the plush leather couch and fidgeting with his choreography notebook while Jihoon stabs fiercely at his keyboard before sighing, declaring it worthless, and starting over.
“You okay Woozi-yah?” Soonyoung finally asks, after Jihoon thunks his head down onto the keys with a discordant jangle and lets out a fierce little growl of displeasure. It’s extremely cute, but Soonyoung wisely keeps that to himself.
“I’m fine,” Jihoon mumbles. “You don’t have to keep babysitting me, I’m a big boy.”
Soonyoung puts his notebook aside and scoots closer, feeling stupidly stung. “What do you mean?”
“You don’t have to sit around just to make sure I’m okay after I got dumped, alright? I appreciate it but I didn’t think I was pathetic enough to get the pity hang treatment.”
“You’re not pathetic,” Soonyoung retorts. “That’s not what I think at all. I actually like hanging out with you, even when you’re being kind of a little bitch about it.” Jihoon grumbles under his breath, kind of like a little bitch. “And I don’t like it when you’re sad but that doesn’t mean I pity you. Don’t be stupid, you idiot.”
Jihoon lifts his head from the keyboard and squints at Soonyoung with narrowed eyes. There are faint red marks on his face where the edges of the keys pressed into his cheeks and forehead. “What are you even getting out of hanging around my mopey ass?”
He shrugs nonchalantly. “Time to work on new choreography while I hang out with my favorite music producer and watch him work his magic. Maybe if I offer to blow him he’ll write me another hit song, eh?” Soonyoung jokes with a wink, half-serious except for how he’s been unsubtly trying to get his mouth on Jihoon’s impossibly fat cock ever since he realized he was into cock at all. Jihoon always plays along with Soonyoung’s (he disagrees with this assessment but whatever Seungkwan) desperate flirting, laughing and teasing right back, dropping little hints about what he’s like in bed that leave Soonyoung constantly horny and unsatisfied in his presence.
“It’d have to be one hell of a blowjob to earn that,” Jihoon warns with a grin. He rubs his mouth with the back of his hand, suddenly rueful. “Fuck, sometimes I wish getting my dick sucked was actually that easy,” he laments, laughing low and rough at himself. “But you know how much I hate hook-ups—getting a girl to sign an NDA before we even leave the bar feels so skeevy, and half the time they end up not wanting to deal with the hassle anyway. God, I don’t know how you manage it.”
Soonyoung shrugs, an involuntary smirk stealing over his mouth. “Junnie taught me everything I know.” He thinks, fondly, of Junhui’s clumsy hands. His wet, searching mouth. The gut-rearranging length of him. Soonyoung probably knows Jun’s dick better than he knows most people. “I would never have reached such a sophisticated level of slut without his guidance.”
“Oh, I’m sure you would have found a way.” Jihoon scoffs a laugh, swiveling around in his chair to face him. His legs are spread wide, feet planted firmly on the ground as he leans in, resting his elbows on his thighs all while he grins knowingly, a little nastily, at Soonyoung.
Suddenly, Soonyoung has an idea. A terrible, fantastic, slutty idea.
Jihoon is newly single, probably horny, and more than a little desperate for a break. This will probably be his best chance. If Jihoon turns him down again then so be it, but he has to at least try. If not for his pride then for his libido.
“What if I sucked your dick?” Soonyoung offers, his stupidly overeager mouth running off before he can think twice about it. His stupidly overeager mouth starts watering at just the thought too, the traitor. “I won’t even charge you a song for it.”
“Really?” Jihoon asks mildly. His eyes are searching. Cautious. Ready to play it off like a joke at any moment, just like always.
Soonyoung, for once in his life, is fucking tired of jokes.
He smiles. “You know how much I like it, Jihoonie.” It’s true—he does. He’s walked in on Soonyoung choking on cock and having the time of his life more than once. More than twice, even. Soonyoung has a little bit of a reputation.
Jihoon swallows. Soonyoung watches as his hand, big and broad and veiny, clenches tight in the fabric of his gray sweatpants.
“Yeah, but I’m not—”
Soonyoung shakes his head, cutting him off before he can say anything more. “I know you’re not,” Soonyoung agrees. “I—fuck, Jihoonie, I just really want to suck you,” he murmurs, sliding liquidly off the couch to his knees, directly between Jihoon’s spread legs. He lets his gaze drop to the crotch of his sweats, tracing the slight bulge there with hungry eyes. “Don’t think of me as a guy right now, okay? You can close your eyes.”
Jihoon stares down at him, lips parted slightly in surprise.
“Okay?” Soonyoung urges.
Slowly, he nods his head. He’s looking at Soonyoung like he did the first day they met, eyes sharp and calculating, but Soonyoung barely notices. He lunges forward, tries to drag Jihoon’s thick sweats down the stretch of his thighs and off but barely gets them bunched under his ass before Jihoon stops him, wide palms dwarfing his own as they bring his hands to stillness.
“Do you want me to think of you as a girl, then?” asks Jihoon, gruff and blunt and so, so careful.
The simple question sends Soonyoung’s thoughts scattering like dandelion seeds in a lazy breeze. His breath shudders on a long exhale, but he manages to swallow and nod. “Sure. Sure, if you want.”
“Alright,” Jihoon says softly, squeezing his hands once before letting them go. “Alright, I will. Not like it’s hard when you’ve got a mouth prettier than most girls anyway,” he mumbles, almost under his breath as Soonyoung continues wrestling with his pants until they’re puddled in a heap on the floor and Jihoon’s hands are tugging lightly at his hair, guiding him forward to pant hotly against the thin fabric of his briefs.
Soonyoung’s eyes flutter shut as he presses the softness of his mouth against Jihoon’s clothed bulge. He wants to watch, wants to see him fall apart in front of him, but mostly he wants Jihoon to do the same. To look down at Soonyoung and see him on his knees, eyes shut tight as he worships his cock. He can pretend that Soonyoung’s a girl all he likes, and, fuck, Soonyoung will enjoy it, but if he looks, if he feels safe enough to open his eyes and stare at the way Soonyoung’s cheeks hollow as he sucks, the needy moans he lets out, muffled by Jihoon’s dick as he shoves his hand down his pants and jacks himself off, fast and rough, the way his saliva tracks down his neck, climbing over the bump of his Adam’s apple and darkening the collar of his t-shirt if he’s not quick enough to wipe it away, well. Maybe Jihoon will realize some things about himself.
If nothing else, maybe he’ll let Soonyoung do it again.