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He doesn’t let up, his hands getting even firmer, heels of his palms digging into Yoongi’s skin. Yoongi controls his breathing forcefully, but Hoseok can see through him anyway.
And this is exactly why Yoongi doesn’t do massages.
Yoongi closes his eyes, doesn’t want to see the little smirk on Hoseok’s face. It’s stupid. This lack of self control. When Hoseok kneads the junction between his neck and shoulder, he can’t help the blood rushing between his legs. Just can’t help it.
Translations: Vietnamese, Spanish, Russian, and Portoguese on wattpad and on ao3, and Polish <3
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- Part 5 of Catalyst (BTS smut one-shots)
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Jimin’s just about to say something when Taehyung interrupts.
“Doesn’t it piss you off?” he asks, looking at them. “That we’re still… virgins?”
Translations: Russian, Italian, Ukranian and Portuguese on ao3 and on Wattpad <3
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- Part 4 of Catalyst (BTS smut one-shots)
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Hoseok cringes, “How weird would it be if I actually asked to jerk off in here with you?”
“Very,” Namjoon answers instantly.
Hoseok nods, “You can choose the porn.”
Namjoon blinks, “Are you for real?”
Translations: Spanish, Russian, Italian, Ukranian and Portuguese on wattpad and ao3 <3
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- Part 10 of Catalyst (BTS smut one-shots)
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“No one is into that,” Jeongguk exhales a laugh.
“No one that I’ve asked,” Hoseok nods.
Jeongguk’s eyes meet his for a second, his breath catching as if he’s about to say something. He looks away, then back again, closes his mouth and gulps.
They’re quiet for a few moments, then-
“Are you also into that?” Jeongguk asks quietly.
“Cock warming?”
Translations: Italian, Russian, Portuguese and another Portuguese translation on wattpad and ao3 <3
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- Part 11 of Catalyst (BTS smut one-shots)
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Taehyung smirks slowly, “Are you gonna leave him to me or are you staying with us?”
“Oh, I’m staying,” Namjoon answers calmly, smiling too.
Pounding. Yoongi’s heart. He’s getting turned on. Just from getting a glimpse of them like that. He feels like prey. When they turn back to him, he gulps.
“So,” Namjoon says, his hand sliding down to the small of Yoongi’s back and pausing there. “What did you imagine us doing?”
This fic is being translated to Italian, Russian and German <3