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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      GOT7
  Relationship:
      Choi_Youngjae/Im_Jaebum_|_JB, Im_Jaebum_|_JB/Park_Jinyoung_|_Jr., Mark
      Tuan/Jackson_Wang, Kunpimook_Bhuwakul_|_BamBam/Kim_Yugyeom
  Character:
      Im_Jaebum_|_JB, Choi_Youngjae, Park_Jinyoung_|_Jr., Jackson_Wang, Kim
      Yugyeom, Mark_Tuan, Kunpimook_Bhuwakul_|_BamBam, Park_Jinyoung_|_JYP,
      Zhang_Yi_Xing_|_Lay, Do_Kyungsoo_|_D.O, Kim_Myungjun_|_MJ, Yoon_Sanha,
      Moon_Bin, Lee_Jian, Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope, Wu_Yi_Fan_|_Kris, Park_Jimin_
      (BTS), Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Park_Chanyeol, Byun_Baekhyun, Kim_Minseok_|
      Xiumin
  Additional Tags:
      Hogwarts_AU, Casual_Sex, porn_without_feelings, Porn_with_Feelings,
      Unrequited_Love, implied_sex, Slight_mentions_of_blood, Homophobia,
      Homophobic_Slurs, Denial_of_Feelings
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-03-31 Updated: 2016-04-17 Chapters: 3/? Words: 9641
****** Soft As A Cloud, Gentle As A Spring Breeze ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Im Jaebum is the infamous playboy at Hogwarts. As Gryffindor's
     Quidditch Captain, and Head Boy, he enters his sixth year with
     everybody who's anybody wanting to either kiss him or kill him.
     It seems like it will be a rather boring year, until Jaebum runs off
     at the mouth about his sexual prowess and gets caught up in a bet
     with Park Jinyoung, Slytherin's head boy.
     Now Jaebum has to seduce and take to bed anyone of Jinyoung's choice
     before the school year is up. And what will Jaebum do when he finds
     himself accidentally falling for his doe-eyed victim?
     Choi Youngjae was nobody. He didn't have any friends, any family, any
     anything. He wasted away his life hidden inside of the library,
     studying 24/7, until suddenly his life was tipped upside down by a
     handsome boy with honey-gold hair and a smirk that made Youngjae's
     palms sweat.
     What's going to happen with the two polar opposites? Will they fall
     for eachother? Or will the truth come out and destroy everything?
Notes
     Work In Progress (or maybe not progress?) it really depends on how
     much feedback I get.
     I love writing. So you all need to encourage me. ❤️ I'll be writing
     the sequel to Baby-Sitting too, so that should be up sometime, and
     another Bangtan fic that I'm writing for The Orgasmic Seke becuase
     he's amazing.
     Tags and relationships will be added as time goes by.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** #1 *****
The trip from platform 9 ¾ to Hogwarts was never something Jaebum really looked
forward to. It was always too loud, too crowded, and too boring; lacking the
excitement that he craved. But he didn't have much of a choice, so he boarded
silently, as he always did, small bag slung over his shoulder and his shoes
making noiseless contact with the hard floor. The train was already full of
noisy, obnoxious kids, and it really didn't do anything to soothe the burning
irritation building under Jaebum’s skin.
Thankfully, he was well known at Hogwarts, famous already, even though only
starting his sixth year. His reputation was less than lovely, “a gorgeous face
with a raging temper and a curse-happy hand” was what most people seemed to
think, which was somewhat true, and that fact in itself had the crowds parting
as he stalked down the train cars, looking for a compartment all to himself. He
ignored the not-so-silent whispers, and the tittering and giggles from the
lovesick little third and fourth years, much too used to dozens of desperate
love confessions to be dealing with them right now.
He ducked into an empty compartment and closed the door, drawing the curtains
and letting out a sigh when he was bathed in muted silence. He could still hear
the people outside, and the general noise of the loved ones come to see their
kids off, and the train itself, but that was okay. He didn't mind that. He
rested into the corner of the seat and sighed out a breath, loosening his tie
and brushing a hand through his golden hair, fixing it into the semi-spiky mess
it had been before he came to the platform. All the air and steam, getting
bumped around by everyone, it had done a number on his appearance, in the
negative way.
A beat of peace passed, the train started moving, and Jaebum thought that he
might actually have an enjoyable ride to the magic school, but fate hated him
and wanted him to be miserable, or at least that's what he thought because he
didn't even get a full ten minutes of silence before the door swung open with a
slam, the crash raising Jaebum’s hackles and he eyed the source of the
commotion, practically baring his teeth and looking two seconds away from
hissing like an angry kitten.
“I literally cannot believe how arrogant and stubborn and downright
obnoxiousthat Ravenclaw prick is!” A tornado of blond hair and black clothes
stormed into the compartment, nearly slamming the door in the face of the kid
coming in behind him. Jaebum ignored the newcomer, instead turning his
attention to the pouting blond that had plopped himself down on the seat
opposite Jaebum and was staring stubbornly out the window.
“What did he do now, Jackson?” Jaebum asked, knowing that he wouldn't be
getting any sort of peace and quiet until he had soothed his fellow
Gryffindor's nerves and Jackson fell asleep. The kid always fell asleep on the
ride to Hogwarts.
Angry eyes flashed at Jaebum and he steeled himself for the rant, barely
flinching when Jackson started in, raving and yelling and going on about the
“Ravenclaw prick” better known as Mark Tuan, Ravenclaw’s head prefect and
Jackson’s unofficial boyfriend. Due to the fact that Ravenclaw and Gryffindor
were not on the best of terms, anything happening between the two of them was
practically asking for their houses to turn on them. But Jackson had been
starry-eyed and in awe from the first moment he met Mark in his first year,
which slowly developed into love over the following years, and now Jackson was
head over heels, and Mark wouldn't let him tell anyone about their
relationship. It was a regular rant that Jaebum had heard more times than he
care to count. His friend’s problems were probably one of the main reasons for
Jaebum’s own, more promiscuous, personality.
It wasn't that Jaebum would mess around with anyone who offered. He was very
selective about who he took to bed (or against a wall in an alcove, or behind
the greenhouses, or that one time over the potion master’s desk) but he refused
to let anything even close to feelings begin to form. Occasionally one of his
flings would try to get too close, wanting to stay after the fun was done, and
Jaebum would cut it off right there. He didn't plan to get caught up in any
relationships, happy with the casual flings that he had with people who cared
as little as he did.
Jackson’s rant ended with him hanging his head and sniffling quietly, still too
prideful to admit that he was crying, even though it was very obvious to
everyone that he was. With that out of the way, Jaebum spared a glance at the
other kid who had come in with Jackson. We'll kid didn't exactly count when the
person in question easily hit six feet tall and was built like a brick wall, if
his shoulders showed anything of what was under his perfect, new black robes.
He would have been intimidating if Jaebum hadn't looked at his face. His cheeks
were round, not chubby, just round, his lips formed a soft pink bow, and his
eyes naturally fell into slender crescents as he looks at his hands folded
carefully in his lap. He lacked house colors, so Jaebum could only assume that
this was Jackson's friend, the kid transferring from Durmstrang. Jaebum looked
to Jackson for an introduction, but soft snores told him that the blond had
already passed out, no doubt exhausted from his emotional rant.
Taking things into his own hands, he shifted his position a little bit, eyeing
over the boy again. He looked younger. At least a year, he was probably a fifth
year, Jaebum guessed. “Hey, kid, you transferred from Durmstrang, right? Are
you a friend of Jackson’s?” He asked, cocking one perfectly shaped eyebrow when
startled eyes looked up at him through a fringe of rusty-brown hair.
“Y-yes, Sir. M-m-my n-name is Kim Yu-yugyeom.” The kid stuttered, his cheeks
turning a considerably darker shade of red than was probably healthy as he
struggled to get the words out. Jaebum felt a pang of sympathy for the boy, no
wonder he was transferring from Durmstrang, the rules there were downright
brutal, as were the boys, and the headmaster had absolutely no patience for
those he didn't consider “the best" Poor kid with his baby face and stuttering
issue didn't stand a chance.
“Hey, lighten up,” Jaebum said, flashing him one of his most disarming smiles.
“Save the Sir for somebody in uniform, just call me Hyung.” Sure, he fooled
around with people, generally acted like kind of an asshole to a lot of people,
but underneath it all his Gryffindor traits shone through brightly, that which
included protectiveness towards those who couldn't protect themselves. The
smile obviously worked, at least a little bit because Yugyeom lifted his head a
little and offered Jaebum a shy smile, murmuring a little “O-okay, H-Hyung.”
that made Jaebum smile again, this time just pleasantly. He had been in a bad
mood at first, but there was something calming and pleasant about this boy, the
sweet demeanor that soothed over Jaebum’s temper and it was actually nice. He
looked out the window, sighing casually as the scenery passed by, his eyes
sliding shut slowly…
~서렁~
Jaebum woke up to quiet laughter and muffled cries. It took two seconds for him
to take in the situation before him, three Slytherin’s had invaded the
compartment and were now messing with Yugyeom. Jaebum was off of his feet in
seconds, his arm restraining and his wand at the throat of one of the three
boys who had welcomed themselves into the compartment while Jaebum and Jackson
had been sleeping. The other two looked up in surprise from where they had been
hovering around Yugyeom, and were now staring at Jaebum with his wand held
dangerously close to the ringleader’s neck.
“Park Jinyoung.” Jaebum said the name like one would a swear. “Figured that you
and your lap dogs would come here to cause trouble.” The trapped student made
an effort to protest, but Jaebum just dug the tip of his wand into Jinyoung’s
throat, it would definitely leave a bruise there. “I'm giving you five seconds
to get away from the kid before I send all three of you to the St Mungo’s.” He
threatened, voice dark and promising.
They two followers were out the door before Jaebum had whispered two.
“You couldn't wait to see me, could you?” He growled lowly in Jinyoung’s ear.
“I told you that you would come to me first.” He felt the shiver course through
Jinyoung’s body and it fueled his pride, not that it wasn't already burning
like a wildfire.
He let the younger boy go, a proud smirk on his face as Jinyoung stumbled out
of his grasp, turning and straightening up, one hand clasping at his throat,
the other clenching around his wand.
“You just wait until I catch you alone.” The words sounded like a threat, and
the red discoloring his normal pale complexion would generally be assumed to be
because of anger, but Jaebum knew better. He knew that the next time he was
caught alone by the Slytherin boy, or vice versa, they wouldn't be engaging in
a duel, and the bright red painting Jinyoung’s high cheekbones was nothing
short of arousal. Slytherin’s were horny little fucks.
“I can't wait.” He murmured, closing the door behind Jingyoung’s retreating
back. Only then did he look to Yugyeom, who was pale and shaking slightly, his
eyes darting around and his hands clenching in his lap.
He immediately felt bad again. “Hey, Yugyeom, don't worry about those guys,
they're just assholes.” He reached over and rumpled the gentle giant’s hair,
almost surprised when the kid ever-so-slightly pushed into the touch, as if
seeking comfort and assurance from it. Jaebum cursed his weakness for cute
things and bought Yugyeom a load of candy to make him feel better when the cart
got wheeled past.
Regardless of how young he seemed to act, Yugyeom had the appetite of a boy his
size, and he seemed to be starving. He ate everything that Jaebum bought for
him, thanking the older boy over and over as he did. Jaebum just smiled and
watched him, occasionally asking him questions and enjoying the way the boy
opened up a little bit, even going so far to ask Jaebum questions too, like
what was school like? And what house would he be in? And if there was lots of
people like the Slytherin's who had come in before? He was a nice kid, and
Jaebum had always like kids, the quiet ones, not the loud obnoxious ones who
chased after his dick like two cent whores. Yugyeom fell into the first
category and Jaebum found himself hoping that he would be sorted into
Gryffindor.
Jaebum asked about Yugyeom’s Quidditch skills, and Yugyeom shyly admitted that
he didn't like heights, so he refused to go near a broom. Jaebum understood
that on some levels, but as the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, he
also loved flying, even if it was kind of scary sometimes. It was getting dark
when the attendant walked through, telling everyone to get ready because the
train was arriving soon. Jaebum woke Jackson up and then proceeded to throw on
his own robes, his muggle shirt and tie tucked into the bag he had brought with
him. Magic spells were very handy when you could use them to make your bags
hold a lot more than they should.
Jackson did the same, bleary-eyed and yawning, following Jaebum’s lead and
stripping to the waist before tossing his robes on and stuffing his stuff in
his own bag, one that Jaebum had bought for him the previous year. Both boys
settled back into their seats and shared an amused look when they noticed
Yugyeom looking everywhere but at them, his cheeks a furious shade of red.
Jaebum wasn't going to bite Jackson’s head off for not waking up when Jinyoung
had come in. Jackson would sleep through the apocalypse if it arrived, so
nobody could blame him.
~서렁~
Unlike the first years, the Headmaster, thankfully, didn't make Yugyeom goes to
Hogwarts through the boat rides, instead letting him take the carriages with
the rest of the second years and older. He was tugged into a carriage with
Jackson and Jaebum, and none of them complained as they made the ride to the
large castle. Jaebum found Yugyeom’s barely-veiled excitement kind of cute, the
way the boy was glancing around and gaping at everything, his mouth opened in
shock as he took it all in. Jackson was more than happy to point everything out
to him, talking all the while and leaving Jaebum to just watch them in their
excitement.
Yugyeom became totally silent as they filed into the school and became
surrounded by other people. It didn't help that he was a big person, or that he
was standing with Gryffindor's infamous playboy and said playboy’s best friend.
But Yugyeom didn't know that of course. Jaebum kept silent though, figuring
that it would be better if the kid just stuck with them until he was sorted. He
was vulnerable and soft and… What the hell was wrong with Jaebum? He hated his
weakness for cute things. It'd be the death do him someday. He'd probably die
while trying to save a kitten from getting run over by a giant truck or
something.
Jaebum was one of the teachers’ favorites, and the headmaster’s as well, so it
was no surprise when he introduced Yugyeom to him and asked if he could sit
with the Gryffindors until his sorting time. Headmaster Park was a
compassionate man and he agreed, thanking Jaebum for taking good care of
Yugyeom, and sighing in exasperation when Jackson complimented him on his
“stunning attire” and new hairstyle. The trio headed over to the Gryffindor
table and took their spots, Jaebum at the end due to his Head Boy position.
Yugyeom sat next to him, and Jackson on the other side of Yugyeom.
The three just chattered amongst themselves, semi-ignoring the other
Gryffindors beginning to fill the table up as the hall sorted itself out,
everyone going to their respective spots and preparing for the sorting. A hush
settled over the hall and everyone turned to watch as the first years were
marched in by Zhang Yixing, the head of Ravenclaw house. Jaebum silently
approved of the choice of people to bring the kids from the boats to the grand
hall,he remembered the previous year when the potions teacher, Do Kyungsoo, had
been elected for the job and one of the kids had fainted from fright before
they had even walked entirely into the hall.
Jaebum couldn't quite remember the name, but as he scanned the Hufflepuff table
he found the kid sitting with a gaggle of little second years, no doubt
giggling excitedly about who might be coming to their house that year. What had
his name been? Myung-something? All he really could remember was another first
year yelling at him “MJ, are you okay?!” as they carried him through the hall
and to the hospital wing. Unsurprisingly the “MJ” kid had been put in
Hufflepuff, but what was surprising was that his friend had been put in
Slytherin. Jaebum peeked out of the corner of his eyes at Yugyeom and wondered
what was the rust-brown haired boy’s fate.
The first years seemed even tinier than they had the previous year, just little
sprouts of fluffy hair with teeth too big for their mouths and nervous looks on
their faces. Jaebum noticed Yugyeom sinking into his seat as the names started
getting called, his face flaming red, he looked sick with anxiety. Jaebum
patted his leg comfortingly and got to see a little smile on the gentle giant’s
face before it was wiped away when “Kim Yugyeom” was called out into the grand
hall.
The silence was deafening as Yugyeom got up from his seat and slowly walked
over to Yixing. He bowed deeply and hushed whispers broke out over the hall.
Jaebum watched curiously, not even realizing that he was gnawing on his lower
lip until Jackson alerted him to the fact. The hat was placed in Yugyeom’s head
and mere seconds later “Gryffindor!” was shouted out into the room, causing the
whole table to break out into loud, crazy applause, whistles, and more than a
few catcalls, be they from Gryffimdor or not.
Yugyeom shyly sat back at their table, taking all of the pats on the back and
Jackson’s breath-stealing hug, and even Jaebum’s thousand-watt smile and
sincere “congratulations”. Jaebum picks see that Gryffindor would probably be
good for the kid, get him to open up and be proud to be how he was without
being ashamed because of his stuttering issue.
~서렁~
Since he was head boy, Jaebum should have been escorting the first year
Gryffindors to Gryffindor house, but he pawned the job off onto the head girl
with a smile and a wink, no problem. He didn't have much else to do though,
because as soon as he had turned away from Jackson, the blond had up and hauled
Yugyeom off, leaving Jaebum all by himself in a crowd of fellow students, so it
was purely coincidence that he happened to be strolling through the dungeons
instead of with his friends.
He was somewhat expecting it when he was passing a classroom and a hand clamped
down on his shoulder suddenly, seeing how he was technically in Slytherin
territory, but it kind of surprised him when the hand fisted in his robes and
he felt himself being jerked into the empty room. He barely had time to
straighten and put his hand on his wand before a pair of lips melded themselves
to his and a hot body pressed right up against him.
Jaebum’s brief unease melted away and he let his arms move of their own accord,
one tightening around the waist of the “attacker” while the other came up and
he tangled his long fingers in perfectly-styled black hair while his mouth fit
itself perfectly to the other, lips parting and tongues sliding together
sensually in an erotic dance.
Both parties were reluctant to part, but the need for air eventually broke them
and their pulled apart, both gasping in deep breaths, eyes glazed locked
directly on eachother’s hot gazes. “I knew that you wouldn't be able to wait
for long.” Jaebum smirked, getting an eye roll from the slightly younger boy in
his arms. “Did you miss my cock that much, Jinyoung?”
Another eye roll and the boy in question scoffed, holding up the front for a
moment before sighing out an annoyed groan of resignation. “Okay, fine.” He
snapped, seeing that the Gryffindor wouldn't be letting the question slide.
“Yes, Jaebum, I missed your gorgeous cock as much as you missed my tight ass,
now do me a favor and fuck me right now before I lose my mind.”
Jaebum wasn't complaining. He was already half-hard, and he could feel
Jinyoung’s dick digging insistently into his thigh as the Slytherin tried to
casually grind against him while usually deft fingers turned clumsy with the
haze of arousal surrounding the two boys. “No good sex over the summer?” Jaebum
wouldn't try to alienate Jinyoung if he was threatened with death. The
Slytherin boy was by far the best lay that Jaebum had ever had, and he was also
only in it for the sex, Jinyoung had made his disdain for the Gryffindor boy
quite clear.
“No. There were a few of our family’s servants that were happy to assist me,
but I honestly can say that none of them felt as good as you~ahh!” He broke off
the sentence halfway through when Jaebum’s hand snuck into his robes and slid
down to cup his round butt cheeks under his pants, using it as leverage and
grinding against Jinyoung, their clothed erections rubbing in ways that had
both boys gasping into the increasingly hot air.
Jaebum had the gall to smirk at that. “I know I'm good. I could have anybody
that I wanted.” His voice was husky and broken with groans, and Jinyoung was
half out of it with desire, but that still caught his attention and he looked
up at Jaebum, a challenging look on his face.
“Oh really?” He murmured, making Jaebum regret his words almost immediately.
“Why don't we test that?”
~서렁~
Two hours later Jaebum strode into the Gryffindor common room, looking only
slightly disheveled and receiving a few impressed looks, a few disgusted
glares, and a few high fives. He found Jackson with Yugyeom by the fireplace.
Yugyeom was talking to one of the first years and two second years, probably
accepted into their little groups due to only just coming to Hogwarts too.
Yugyeom introduced Lee Jian to Jaebum, one of the newest Gryffindors. Jaebum
told him that work hard and make his house proud, which the little guy nodded
happily and promised to do. Jaebum smiled at the second years Bin and Sanha,
ruffling Sanha’s orange-red hair and going to sit next to Jackson on the couch.
“Hey, I need a favor.” He said quietly, his tone immediately catching Jackson's
attention, the blond turning to him, excitement and curiosity clear on his
face.
“What is it?” Jackson somewhat resembled an overexcited puppy and Jaebum
smirked, Jackson knew everyone, he could get information on anyone.
“I need you to get some information for me. About a sixth year Ravenclaw, his
name is Choi Youngjae.”
***** #2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Mild conflict between houses is always going to happen, but what
     happens when the blame is placed on the wrong party?
     And Jaebum goes looking for solitude, but finds himself toying with a
     shy (somwhat feisty) boy who sought it first.
Chapter Notes
     Fiiiiinally! I've got the second chapter down! Writers block got me
     so hard for the longest time, I swear! Geez! Oh well, here the next
     chapter!
     I'm also currently working on a GOT7 Mafia AU and the sequel to Baby-
     Sitting Was Never Like This!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
For the first week Jaebum was too distracted with Quidditch tryouts, getting
his classes straight, the allure of apparition classes approaching, and
Jinyoung’s ass, to even think much about Choi Youngjae or the bet that he had
made. Jackson was working diligently to get all of the information that Jaebum
had asked for, and he would occasionally slip the older boy a tidbit or two,
such as Youngjae was a mudblood, he practically lived with his nose in a book,
and he was nearly antisocial, his only friends being a couple Ravenclaws. Those
things did little to help Jaebum, and he just sent Jackson out again.
Quidditch try outs were exciting, Jaebum had been on his toes all day, getting
through his classes as fast as he could and then heading directly out to the
pitch, where Jackson, Yugyeom, and more than a few other Gryffindors were
waiting for them. Jaebum, as team captain, had to be present and would be the
one ultimately putting together the new team.
“Jaebum, you finally made it!” Jackson’s yell had caught the attention of the
entire pitch, and pretty soon the crowd was surrounding the sixth year as he
jogged out to meet them.
“Yes, I made it. And I don't have all day for this, so everyone who is not
trying out for the team, get off of the field immediately. Everyone who is
trying out, grab a broom and follow me.” There was a clamor of excitement from
the kids and Jaebum struggled out of the crowd with the help of Jackson and
Yugyeom, the latter simply trailing behind and keeping everyone away. It may
have taken several bouts of angry shouting at the obnoxious pests that refused
to get off of the field until they were bodily removed by members of the team
upon orders from the Quidditch Coach, Wu Yifan.
For the most part, the new meat looked promising in Jaebum’s eyes. There had
been a few from the previous year, but unfortunately Kwon Jiyong and Choi
Seunghyun, both two years Jaebum’s seniors, had finished their school years and
would not be coming back. While he was grieved at the loss of such powerful and
passionate players, he was also relieved that Slytherin would be losing Dong
Youngbae and Lee Seunghyun.
He greeted Chanyeol, Jimin and Taehyung warmly, knowing that with their skills,
they would no doubt be welcomed back to the team. Chanyeol was the lead chaser
and if Jaebum didn't know that he didn't want it, he would have gladly handed
over the captain’s title to Chanyeol. Jimin and Taehyung were the beaters, two
fourth years that had come in on their third year and blown everyone's minds
with their incredible synchronization and teamwork. It was easy to see that
their popularity hadn't been forgotten, with the way the Gryffindors were
cheering their names as the two grabbed brooms and took a cheerful victory lap
on them disregarding the fact that they hadn't even been chosen for the current
year team yet.
Two hours later and Jaebum was welcoming Chanyeol, Jimin, Taehyung, Bin,
Jackson, and Hoseok to the Gryffindor Quidditch team and Yugyeom was casually
helping Coach Yifan herd the rest of the disappointed tryouts off of the field.
“It's good to have the team back together!” Chanyeol said cheerfully, throwing
an arm around Jaebum and Jackson’s shoulders, sandwiching himself between the
two, closing the team of seven into a huddle. “It's gonna be a good year, it's
a blow losing T.O.P and G-Dragon (Jaebum would never understand those boys and
their nicknames), but I think Hoseok will make a fair chaser, and little Bin
here should be a fine seeker, don'tcha think?” The second year nodded proudly,
his chest puffing out at the praise.
The rest of the team cheered and fell into fits of laughter. Jaebum payed no
mind to the arm around his shoulder slipping to rest around his waist, until it
fell further and a large palm gave his firm butt cheek a squeeze. He didn't
make any noise, even though the dominant action made him want to moan lightly.
He peeked at Chanyeol out of the corner of his eyes and the chaser was looking
at him questioningly, as if asking for the answer to the obvious proposal.
It wasn't that Jaebum didn't want to hook up with Chanyeol, he had done it
before and he knew that the seventh year was a very satisfying lay, blessed
with a huge cock and hips that knew how to move. But Jaebum wasn't in the mood
to be a replacement at the moment, even though he knew that when he fucked
Chanyeol it didn't mean anything. He would have loved to sneak into a dark
corner and let the taller boy fuck him into oblivion, but he didn't want to
reach his climax while Chanyeol whispered someone else’s name in his ear.
Getting mixed up with fighting couples or unrequited love and all that shit? It
was bad news only. But then again… Chanyeol was a really good lay.
However, before Jaebum could give into the urge to accept Chanyeol’s offer, the
cheerful peace surrounding the little group was broken by a loud, jarring
laugh. Seven pairs of eyes flashed to the source of the noise and narrowed.
Yugyeom, having helped Coach Yifan, seemed to be trying to make his way back
over to the team. But there was a line of Slytherins blocking his path, it
looked like all of them were laughing now and Jaebum’s temper flared. From the
angry snarl breaking free of Chanyeol’s throat, and Jackson’s indignant gasp,
his wasn't the only one who was ready to kick an ass.
Without a word, working as one mind the team advanced on the group of
Slytherins, wands appearing in their hands. A pained tell from the sixth year
maknae and the Slytherins were three seconds away from being in the beginning
of another house war when suddenly someone yelled an incantation in a foreign
language and the Slytherins all fell. Or, almost all of them anyways. Yugyeom
was on his knees, clutching at his knee. And kneeling next to him, wand still
glowing, was a little Slytherin boy. Jaebum was genuinely surprised and came to
an abrupt halt, the rest of the team following his lead, though they seemed as
surprised as he was.
The boy said something to Yugyeom, too quiet for the others to hear, and when
their friend cried out in pain Jaebum surged forward, thinking that the
Slytherin was cursing him.
Caught unprepared, the kid barely had time to stand up and wasn't expecting the
fist that connected with his face, sending him spinning backwards, blood
spurting from what had to be a broken nose and split lip. "You stay away from
him!” Jaebum shouted, his wand hovering mere inches away from the dazed
Slytherin boy’s face. “Or next time you'll get a lot worse than that.” The
other Gryffindors helped Yugyeom up and helped him limp off of the field,
headed to the hospital wing. The only one who looked back at the boy laying on
the field and spitting out blood was Yugyeom.
~서렁~
“Hey, ‘Gyeom, you okay, kid?”
Why was it so bright? A small groan found its way up and out of Yugyeom’s
throat before he could make himself clamp down on it.
“We were really worried, Yuggie! That dumb Slytherin who cursed you didn't know
what he was doing when he cast that spell! You could have been seriously hurt!”
A wry smile split Yugyeom’s lips as he sat up, opening his eyes to find the
rest of the team gathered around the bed he was sitting on, six sets of worried
eyes trained on him.
“I'm just glad that you're okay. Miss Park fixed your knee up, removing the
curse and you should be okay now.” That was Jackson, his hand currently resting
assuringly on Yugyeom’s leg, gentle smile barely hiding the worry evident in
his eyes.
“W-who…” Yugyeom paused to gather up his words, trying to force them out
without the stutter that landed him in the hospital wig in the first place.
“Who s-stopped th-them?” He mumbled, biting down on his tongue after the words
were out of his mouth.
The others all turned to look at eachother, not a one with an answer.
“Well whoever it was missed one of them, and he was trying to do more damage to
whatever had already been done, but Jaebum stopped him. Layed that pathetic
snake out on the field, spitting out his own blood.”
Yugyeom’s brows creased, confusion clear in his eyes as he tried to remember
what had happened.
A warm hand laying on his shoulder, sympathetic eyes boring into his own
embarrassingly wet ones. “Are you okay, sweetie?”
His sudden horrified gasp had the people around him all jumping in surprise,
none of them quite sure what was wrong. “H-he w-w-wasn't hu-hurting m-me!”
Yugyeom’s stutter only got worse as he tried to spit out the explanation.
He was heading back over to his hyungs, Yugyeom was glad that he had Jaebum and
Jackson-hyungs, they were good to him despite the fact that he was a freak. But
when he went to cross the field he suddenly found himself surrounded by several
kids in black robes, but with silver and green decorations. He knew that he was
in trouble then, but couldn't muster enough energy to try and fight them, just
letting them push him around, calling him obscene and disgusting names, too
many names and so much hatred, it made him feel sick.
“Look at you, such a freak. I heard you can't talk, freak.”
“I-I-I c-ca-can t-too t-t-t-talk!” One boy mocked Yugyeom, making the
Gryffindor shrink in on himself in shame, hot tears threatening to spill down
his cheeks.
“What? You're gonna cry, fag? Is that it?” A sharp push to his shoulder made a
Yugyeom stumble backwards and he gasped, finding a soft, airy cushion holding
him off of the ground. Thankful for whoever saved him, Yugyeom steadied himself
and stood back straight, his shoulders slumped and eyes downcast. He wouldn't
let them know that he was actually crying.
“A flaming fag like you belongs in your knees, don't you?” The words were harsh
and they hurt more than they should have. Yugyeom didn't see the leader, a
sickly looking kid with badly hidden acne, drawing his wand until he heard an
incantation and seconds later pain exploded in his knee, causing him to buckle
over and fall to the ground. He could feel the dark magic coursing through him
already, and at the rate that it was spreading he knew that it would kill him
in minutes.
“You're not lucky enough this time, maybe I'll let you suck me off next time. I
bet you'd like that, wouldn't you, Gryffindor faggo-” Whatever the hideously
ugly boy was going to say next was cut off by a bright flash of green light
that came from directly next to Yugyeom. He couldn't think straight anymore,
his mind whirring as his body tried to cope with the black magic in his system.
“Are you okay, sweetie?” The voice was soft and gentle, just like the warm hand
on his shoulder.
Yugyeom couldn't answer, his voice stuck in his throat. But thankfully the boy
seemed to get it.
“Oh shit, that's not good!” Why was there a hand on Yugyeom’s leg again? Oh
yeah, there was a nice boy next to him. “Fuck, you're gonna die if I don't stop
this. I'm sorry, honey, but this is really going to hurt.”
Another shock of pain, this one strong enough to make Yugyeom’s vision go
white. He gasped and panted, more tears rolling down his cheeks as he clutched
at his aching leg. “You'll be okay now, I froze the magic, the nurse should be
able to remove it before it gets going again.”
Yugyeom had literally half a second to peek his eyes open and take in the
vision of beauty above him before suddenly he was being surrounded by his house
mates and the boy was lying on the ground, spitting out his own Crimson life
force.
“So… You're saying that it wasn't Bambam that was cursing you… But he actually
saved your life?”
“Y-yeah.” Yugyeom muttered, utterly humiliated at having stuttered the whole
story out while trying to fight back more tears. “I w-would h-have been d-dea-
de” he broke off halfway through the words, his breathing becoming quick and
frantic, his blood pounding in his head.
“Hey, kid, calm down.” A soothing hand began running between his shoulderblades
and Yugyeom choked out a calming breath, relaxing into the gentle hands. He
peeked up to find Jaebum giving him a crooked smile, and Jackson sitting much
to close to be considered appropriate. But it was Jackson, so appropriate
didn't really go with him. And then there was Chanyeol at the back, who was
going half and half between looking at Yugyeom and looking at the cute male
nurse that was roaming about and tidying up the room. Sanha looked worried and
it was obvious that he had been crying, Bin was holding the slightly younger
boy’s hand, no doubt trying to comfort the distressed youth.
Yugyeom understood why Sanha would be worried, the boy’s parents perishing by
dark magic, leaving him alone at seven years old. He was glad that the younger
kids had accepted him so readily, he always made friends with the younger ones
better than kids his own age, they were so much more accepting. Sanha had
trusted Yugyeom with that little bit of his past one of the previous evenings
when the sixth year had been unable to sleep and found the second year in the
common room curled up by the fire and sniffling into a blanket.
Yugyeom smiled brightly at him, letting the boy know that he was okay. He was
rewarded with Sanha’s adorable smile, braces shiny against his white teeth. Bin
sent Yugyeom a thankful smile as well. Yugyeom felt himself calming slowly and
he sighed out a deep breath. “I w-want t-to go.” He said stubbornly, shuffling
to the side of the bed and slipping off. There was a slight twinge in his knee,
but he figured he'd be okay, he'd lived through worse at his previous school.
“Mr Kim, you should probably wait for the doctor’s permission before leaving.”
Suddenly the pretty male nurse was standing next to Yugyeom’s bed, a small
smile on his face and Yugyeom’s bag in his hands. He didn't show any signs of
aggression or intentions of stopping Yugyeom, so the Gryffindor just nodded in
acknowledgement and left despite the advisement.
Jaebum led the group, Jackson took up the space on Yugyeom’s right side while
Jimin and Taehyung battled over who would walk next to Jaebum and who would
walk next to Yugyeom. Bin and Sanha walked behind the rest,of the second years
disappearing almost immediately after they left the hospital wing. Chanyeol
lagged behind and when Yugyeom peeked back the seventh year was talking to the
nurse.
Yugyeom’s knee hurt a little as he was going down the stairs, but he didn't pay
too much attention to it, his mind whirling around thoughts of flawless skin,
plump lips, and warm eyes. Who exactly was it that had came to his defense on
the pitch? Yugyeom had absolutely no idea who it had been, but he remembered
the silver and green tie around the boy’s neck, so he knew where he had to
start looking.
~서렁~
Sitting in the owlery was possibly one of Jaebum’s favorite pastimes, a place
to get away from the forever loud bustle of the other students and just relax
with nothing but the sounds of the Owls around him. He snuck up there after his
classes were over one day, casually ditching Jackson and Chanyeol, sneaking
away while the seventh year bragged to Jackson about getting the nurse’s
number.
Jaebum didn't fault Chanyeol for getting excited over a pretty boy, he couldn't
deny that Baekhyun, as Chanyeol had said, was a very attractive boy, and if
Jaebum was interested in that type, he might have pursued Baekhyun himself.
However, Jaebum wasn't interested, and wasn't interested in listening to
Chanyeol go on for the next five hours about him either, so when the two were
looking away, Jaebum ducked behind into a hallway and fled. His footsteps had
brought him on the familiar path to the owlery, and that was how he found
himself there.
Jaebum still had his school books in his bag which was slung over his arm, so
he figured he may as well get some studying done while he was there. He smiled
at some of the owls perched around the room, gently petting the ones who
allowed him and cooing at others. What he wasn't expecting was to walk back to
the soft piles of hay at one end of the owlery, determined to study, and then
find a person already back there.
Jaebum nearly jumped upon seeing the kid sitting on the ground, several books
spread out around him and a roll of parchment in his hands, feather pen
scritching across it smoothly. Thankfully he didn't do anything unmanly like
squealing or shrieking, but his surprise was apparent, if the way the kid’s
lips were quirked up in a poorly concealed smile when he looked at Jaebum was
anything to go by. Jaebum felt a burst of confidence overtake him when the
kid’s eyes widened in recognition and he looked away, lips turning down
suddenly.
“Can I help you?” The mystery boy asked, his voice wavering slightly with what
Jaebum had no doubt was nerves.
“Help me?” Jaebum echoed, disbelief in his voice. “And exactly what could you
do to help me?” He didn't mean to make that sound as sexual as it came out, but
it obviously was pretty bad with the way the kid’s cheeks colored a bright red.
Cute.
“Well, I generally tutor people.” The kid grumbled, something like irritation
beginning to form in his voice. “But something tells me that you wouldn't need
that.”
Jaebum shrugged nonchalantly. “I just came up here to study and get away from
people.” He said, slinging his bag to the ground and flopping back into the hay
pile, watching some pieces puffing up into the air and floating back down on
top of him. “Something tells me that you don't like talking very much, so I
don't think I'll have to worry about you being loud while I do that, so you
don't have to bother leaving.” He said, peeking open one closed eye and
watching the boy gape in shock and indignation.
Jaebum smirked at him and then closed his eyes again, relaxing back into the
hay. He felt the tension leaking out of his body and he sighed, thinking about
maybe taking a short nap. But…
“I thought you came up here to study.”
That wasn't going to happen obviously.
Jaebum opened his eyes slowly, looking down at the black-haired boy who looked
equal parts angry and embarrassed at having to deal with Jaebum’s presence. His
brows were drawn, his deep chocolate eyes betraying his frustration, and those
full lips looked so incredibly plush. Jaebum casually found himself wondering
what they would taste like, but pushed that thought out of his head. He had
more important things to deal with than seducing random students, he needed to
work on one in particular and first off he needed to find him.
“Well??”
Aish, this kid was starting to become a bother, Jaebum decided, giving him
attention again and watching as he puffed out an annoyed breath and began
gathering his books up.
“Where're you going, cutie?” Okay, so that wasn't supposed to come out like
that, but the effect was worth the slip up, a shocked gasp and completely
flustered look crossing the boy’s face.
“I- I'm leaving.” He mumbled, all previous bravado gone down the drain with
Jaebum’s teasing nickname. He managed to get everything stuffed in his bag and
turned to leave before Jaebum threw caution to the wind and stood, following
after him.
Halfway down the stairs, in the enclosed stone corridor, Jaebum caught up with
him, grabbing his arm and crowding him against the wall, feeling a thrill of
excitement chase up his spine at the way those chocolate eyes looked up at him,
scared and confused, and yet there was a hint of something else in there too,
excitement maybe? Jaebum scoffed internally, obviously this kid was attracted
to him, it was as plain as the nose on his face, but Jaebum didn't have time to
waste on random boys. But… Then why did he chase after him?
“W-what are you doing?” The kid whispered, and only then did Jaebum realize how
close their bodies were pushed together, and that he could feel, quite
intimately, how the boy was slightly affected by the touches. That in itself
had Jaebum swell with pride, but he wasn't going to rape the kid, and he knew
that he didn't really want it, so he backed away and just smirked, waving as he
headed back up the stairs to get his bag.
“See ya later, kid.”
When he came back down the stairs, the boy was gone, and Jaebum was stuck
thinking about those pretty lips and how they would have looked around his
cock. He groaned, and knowing that he wouldn't be getting any studying done
now, he headed back to his dorm, pouting silently to himself.
~서렁~
Inside Ravenclaw’s common room, a tall redhead was curled up in a chair near
the fireplace, reading a book when suddenly the door burst open and a fluff of
black hair barreled inside, the rest of the body following afterwards.
Chocolate eyes darted around the room and settled on the figure sitting in the
chair, softening with relief.
“Mark!” The boy called, shuffling across the room and sitting down in front of
the Ravenclaw head boy. “You'll never believe what happened to me today!”
Mark’s eyes widened at the boy’s excitement, not used to the level of emotion
being displayed by such a closed off person, it really surprised him, but he
hid that behind a mask of curiosity. “What is it, Youngjae?” He asked, setting
his book aside and focusing his attention on the black-haired boy.
“Well, today I was studying up in the owlery, like I usually do…”
Chapter End Notes
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It had been three weeks since Yugyeom had arrived at Hogwarts for his first
day, and the boy was still getting used to everything that was going on. He
barely knew his way around the school, and he frequently got lost, much to the
eternal chagrin of professor Do, who more often than not was the one who found
him wandered on the opposite side of the school from where he should be.
Getting lost obviously wasn't something new, so when he walked into what he had
thought was his transfiguration class and found a strange man arranging books
on the student desks, he didn't know what to make of it.
“E-excuse me.” Yugyeom said, offering a small smile when he got the stranger’s
attention. “W-where is P-professor Kang?” He asked, clutching the strap of his
messenger bag tightly in his hands.
Slender, feline eyes blinked back at him for a moment, and the stranger
suddenly smiled blindingly at Yugyeom, startling the Gryffindor. The smile was
gummy and crooked and Yugyeom felt at ease at the sight of it, the calm
kindness radiating off of the person in waves making his body relax.
“You must be Yugyeom.” The man said, offering his hand in greeting. “I am Kim
Minseok, the new transfiguration and charms teacher. Unfortunately Professor
Kang had some personal business to tend to and is on indefinite leave, so until
his return, I will be teaching you.”
Yugyeom shook the professor’s hand, marveling a little bit at the strength in
his grip. His admiration was apparent because Minseok laughed quietly at him
and reached up to ruffle Yugyeom’s hair fondly. Seeing that arm come up made
Yugyeom do a double take and realize that his new professor was quite a bit
shorter than him. Like a lot shorter. It was cute.
“You're t-tiny.” That was obviously not what Minseok was expecting to hear
because his eyes widened and then he doubled over laughing at the response,
snickering and giggling the whole way over to his own desk while a Yugyeom just
stood in the middle of the classroom, gaping and regretting ever letting his
mouth open in public. “I-I m-me-meant to s-say.. I-it's nice to m-meet y-you,
Sir.” He stammered, attempting to rectify the mistake he had made.
“I can honestly say that was the first time that anyone had said that I'm
tiny.” Minseok said, leaning back against his desk and smiling openly at the
boy. “Kang said that you were shy, but I find your honesty refreshing.”
Yugyeom dipped his head in embarrassment, cheeks flushing. “He told you about
me?” He asked, surprised that he wasn't being scolded.
“Yes. He told me that you're a very bright boy and a hardworking student.”
Yugyeom looked up, not suspecting that answer, and met Minseok’s smiling eyes.
“I expect good things from you, Yugyeom, but don't think that you have to do it
on your own, okay? We just met, but I think we’ll be good friends, don't you?”
With the warmth of Minseok’s smile shining on him, Yugyeom couldn't do anything
other than smile back and nod dumbly.
“Oh good!” Minseok clapped his hands together, straightening up the room with a
flick of his wand. “You're a little early, so it'll be a bit before class
starts, you're welcome to choose a new seat if you'd like, I always mix the
students up when I come in to fill in for someone.”
Yugyeom nodded thankfully and carefully selected a new seat, keeping a
thoughtful eye out for the best views of everything and where each person
generally sat. He took one of the seats that he was sure the Slytherins were
least likely to want, and settled in with his Potions homework, determined to
get it done on time and show Professor Do that he could do it properly.
The minutes ticked by and the room began filling with students, some of them
stopping to inquire about Professor Kang’s absence, some of them just heading
to their seats and flopping down to wait for the class to start. Yugyeom didn't
pay much attention to them, not even bothering to look up when he heard the
Slytherin head boy chastising several of his group-mates for talking back to
the teacher when instructed to switch seats with other students.
What finally did catch Yugyeom’s attention was someone settling into the seat
next to him, dropping a stack of books onto the joint desk with a loud smack.
The sound startled the Gryffindor and he looked up in surprise, nearly gaping
when he found himself faced with the beautiful Slytherin from the Quidditch
pitch. He knew he was staring, and the boy stared right back, his plush lips
curled up into a knowing smile. Yugyeom noticed the healing split in the boy’s
lower lip and winced, remembering why it was there.
“S-s-sorry about hy-hyung hit-ting you.” He mumbled, averting his eyes for a
moment, only peeking back to gauge the Slytherin’s reaction.
The boy looked slightly confused, a little surprised, and somewhat pleased. His
smile was softer and he shook his head. “No, it's fine, I understand why he
did. If I thought somebody was hurting someone as pretty as you, I would have
attacked them too.”
Yugyeom’s cheeks burned at the words, his mind trying to process that this
lovely boy thought that he was pretty. It was both incredibly embarrassing and
exciting, making heat creep along his skin and burrow under until he was warm
from the inside out, a happy little smile on his face when he turned back to
his paper.
He carefully rolled up his homework and put it away, getting out his wand and
trying (and failing miserably) to keep his attention on Minseok as the class
started. However, no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't stop his eyes
from straying just a little more to the left every few moments, a fresh blush
painting his cheeks every time warm chocolate brown was staring back to meet
his gaze.
~
“So, just out of curiosity, have you gotten around to fucking that kid yet?”
Jinyoung’s crude comment had Jaebum’s brow furrowing in distaste, much to the
amusement of the Slytherin head boy who was submerged to his chest in the bath
water, his arms folded on the marble floor holding his shoulders and head up
enough to watch Jaebum as the Gryffindor undressed.
Earlier during the day Jinyoung had whispered a silent proposal to the older
boy, and Jaebum was an expert at sneaking out after curfew, so it was easy for
him to meet the Slytherin in the prefect’s bathroom after midnight for a
relaxing bath.
“No, if you must know.” Jaebum said, dropping his robes and tugging his t-shirt
up over his head, the act muffling his voice for a moment. “-ven't even met the
kid.” Was all that was understandable, but Jinyoung caught on quickly, rising a
little, laughing.
“You haven't even met him yet?” The Slytherin teased, trying to keep the edge
out of his voice. “Are you losing that edge of yours?”
“You didn't seem to think so when I had you choking on my cock in Professor
Do’s Supply Room a few days ago.” Jaebum snarked, smirking at the way
Jinyoung’s face soured at the reminder. “I saw how you reacted when you heard
someone outside. Somebody’s got an exhibitionist side.”
Giving up sooner than normal, knowing that he wouldn't win and not wanting to
push anymore, Jinyoung sighed and turned around, letting himself dip down into
the water up to his chin. “Why did you have to interrupt my bath time?” He
asked, not bothering to peek at Jaebum anymore, just patiently waiting until
the solid warmth of the Gryffindor’s body slid down next to his in the water.
“You invited me,” Jaebum murmured, dipping under the water and surfacing again
a few feet away, dripping and shiny in the soft, colorful lights of the room.
“If I didn't know that you’re a horny little fucker, I might have thought that
you just wanted to spend time with me.” He sent a teasing smirk Jinyoung’s way,
but the Slytherin just pouted harder, crossing his arms over his chest under
the water and looking away from Jaebum.
“It's not like I'm the only one wanting when we do this,” the boy said, voice
prickly and his brows furrowed deeply. “You are just as wanting as I am, and
don't try to deny it, Im Jaebum.”
And Jaebum did know, and he wasn't going to deny it, but sensing the
slytherin’s distress, his made his way back over next to Jinyoung, coming down
to the boy’s level and trying to catch his gaze. “Hey, Jinyoung, what's wrong?”
He asked, sliding his hand under the black-haired boy’s jaw and tipping his
head up to meet his eyes. He recognized the emotions swimming in the nearly
black eyes and his gut clenched. He didn't know what Jinyoung went through in
his home, he didn't know the boy’s past, or his future, but he could see the
sadness and hopelessness in the slytherin’s eyes, and he knew what Jinyoung
needed from him.
Just like Jinyoung was a release and an easy sexual reliever for Jaebum, Jaebum
was an escape for Jinyoung; an escape from his life for a few moments. And
regardless of their house differences, Jaebum wouldn't deny the Slytherin boy
that.
Without another word in the air between them, Jaebum sealed their mouths
together, his lips moulding themselves into Jinyoung’s soft, pliant ones. His
tongue darted out to taste tentatively, one swipe and then two, he gently
licked his way into the younger boy’s mouth, relieved to feel him responding to
the kiss. Jinyoung was submissive to Jaebum’s touches, his body arching
slightly and unrestrained mewls and gasps breaking free of his lips when the
Gryffindor thumbed his nipples, rolling the perky buds beneath the calloused
pads of his fingers.
Jaebum wasn't rough as he backed Jinyoung up against the side of the bath and
left him gasping for air while Jaebum’s mouth moved along a smooth jawline and
down over the smooth expanse of the slytherin's neck. Purplish red marked the
path of Jaebum’s mouth, but neither cared when he was sensually petting
Jinyoung’s body with one hand and fingering him open under the water with the
other.
Jinyoung’s chest was heaving when Jaebum’s mouth finally made its way down
there, passing slowly down from the neck and sucking his marks into perfect
collarbones and then the firm, pale flesh of Jinyoung’s chest. The Slytherin
wasn't built like he was, Jinyoung’s frame slender and smooth, and it arched
like a bow when his mouth sealed over a perky nipple and he suckled it, almost
hungrily, in his passion. Those smooth lips drug a cacophony of sounds from
Jinyoung’s lips as Jaebum wasted no time in marking almost every bit of pale
skin that his mouth could reach, not bothering to keep the marks to areas where
they wouldn't be seen.
Jinyoung’s body was Jaebum’s canvas, and he painted a beautiful picture with
the bruises, creating a piece of artwork that rivaled any painted by famous
muggle artists. Soft sparks of pleasure lit Jinyoung’s body up and he moaned
softly into the quickly warming air, his hands coming to rest on Jaebum’s
shoulders, marveling at the shift and pull of muscle under the taut skin.
Jaebum pushed his fingers deeper into Jinyoung, the rough and calloused pads of
his fingers scratching deliciously at the slytherin's soft pink walls, the
pleasure making him clench tightly around the intruding appendages. Jaebum felt
Jinyoung's ass sucking his fingers in greedily and he stifled a moan against
the Slytherin’s belly, his own cock throbbing hotly with desire.
The desire to drag foreplay out was completely absent when Jaebum spread
Jinyoung’s thighs, holding them carefully and bending to capture plump lips in
a tender kiss as he pushed inside. Both boys groaned desperately as they were
joined together, their bodies shaking slightly with the strain of holding back.
It was Jinyoung that broke the spell, leaning back and gazing up at Jaebum
through thick lashes and then murmuring a soft “Please, Jae. Please make me
forget everything.” It was the name, the nickname that Jinyoung rarely used,
that broke Jaebum’s restraints and he let his body move against Jinyoung’s,
giving him exactly what he wanted and so much more.
The water of the bath splashed around their bodies, the glass-stained mermaid
covered her eyes, and the tap turned itself off, leaving behind nothing to
cover the sounds of their lovemaking. The desperate groans, grunts, and moans
echoed in the room, switching off with the soft smacks of their lips joining,
and the sloshing of the water around their bodies.
Afterwards, Jaebum tried not to think about what it was when he cleaned
Jinyoung up, helping wash him and drying him down with a fluffy towel. He
didn't stop to think that maybe he was pushing the boundaries of “enemies with
benefits” by toweling off Jinyoung’s hair and stealing more than a few heated
kisses in the process.
He just pushed the little voice screaming "red alert" to the back of his mind
when Jinyoung gave him a lingering parting kiss before going on his own way,
and Jaebum left for Gryffindor tower, ignoring the persistent voice telling him
that there was nothing "casual" about that.
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