#bts hobi oneshot
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Make Me
Pairing: dom!Hoseok/sub/brat!f!Reader
Genre: Oneshot; hard smut; platonic(?) fluff; BDSM lifestyle; friends to fwb to?; canon-compliant (idolAU)
Summary: You've been friends with Hobi for years, and he's your comfort zone - but when he gets wind of a dark secret you drunkenly let slip, things between you take a sudden extreme change.
Warnings: 18+ (minors, dni); hardcore BDSM themes/relationships; full consent and safe-words ❤; Hobi is a hard dom (and such a good one); MC is a brat (mostly); dominance and submission; elements of primal play if you squint; mentions of wet dreams and sexual fantasies; sexual degradation (deg-play use of the word "b*tch"); mentions of MC's hair and hair pulling in a domination context; rough physical contact in a sexual context (manhandling); mentions of drinking; kink-outing; Jimin is a menace but also the absolute best; Hobi in the studio 👀; wrestling (sexual context); spanking (sexual context); p*ssy-stepping; p*ssy slapping; sexual frustration; some initial shame and embarrassment (reader needs to work some things out); reader tries to run away from herself a bit; temporary ghosting; working through new desires and feelings; dirty dancing; ALL the communication; establishment of sexual roles/partnership; talk about birth control and protection; Hobi curses a LOT during domination scenes; leash/collar play; oral sex (male receiving); throat fucking; Hobi slaps Reader's tongue with his c*ck; cum swallowing; aftercare; restraint play (sex swing, heehee 😈); manual clitoral stimulation; teasing; unprotected vaginal sex (reader is on birth control & previously consents); female orgasm from vaginal penetration; very brief implication of a possible brush with subspace.
Word Count: ~16,000 (Double its originally intended length, oops 🙈)
Author's note: HOLY HECK IT'S FINALLY HERE. When I say I had the time of my life writing this...like, wow. I was already under Hobi's spell, but now I am OFFICIALLY down in the worst way. This fic and it's premise were completely out of my comfort zone, but I couldn't be happier that I ventured into this world, because the research alone has given me so much respect for the BDSM community, and specifically the dom/sub relationship. I hope I did as much justice to that very special dynamic as possible between these two characters (with whom I have deeply fallen in love). If you read this, I hope so very much that you enjoy it!
If no one has told you yet today, you are loved and worthy of love! 🧜♀️💜
Acknowledgements: The biggest of thanks to @orchidyoonkook who not only beta-read this fic multiple times, and is practically the voice of this Jimin, but also gave me so much wonderful insight into the BDSM communicty from that big sexy brain of hers (which contains an incredible amount of knowledge about so many things, let me tell you!). But most of all, she gave me the encouragement I needed to get this out of my imagination and onto the page, even when I was doubting myself the most. Yoons, I love you! Couldn't have done it without you. 💕
"What?" Hoseok's wide grin stretches further as he regards your flustered face with giddy anticipation.
You groan into your hands, willing the cushions of your friend's leather couch to swallow you like quicksand.
"Fucking Jimin - I'll kill him!" you whine, pressing your fingers to your temples, and keeping your eyes glued to the hardwood of the studio floor.
The rapper laughs as he swivels his baseball cap to sit backwards on his fluffy brown mop of hair.
"Come on! Tell me!" he insists, sprawling back in his rolling chair, the tips of his fingers touching deviously together as he regards you with twinkling eyes.
You sneak a glance at him before sighing defeatedly, which only earns another chortle of laughter from across the room.
Park fucking Jimin. You really were going to kill him. Too many bottles of soju the week prior saw you blacking out at the BTS member's pad, the one he shared with your mutual friend, Jung Hoseok. You woke up the next day, memories of the night before obscure concepts of debauchery merely alluded to by the taste of bile and the dull cranial throb of dehydration. When Jimin rather gleefully handed you, along with an iced americano, one of the booze-fueled revelations you had let slip, you begged and pleaded with him to erase the memory from his brain...or at the very least to take it to his grave. He made no such promises. And now, you are facing the man of the hour - the subject of your divulgement - who had apparently been informed that you harbored certain strong opinions in his regard. Humiliating.
You flick mildly irritated eyes back up to your friend who waggles his brows in a way that makes you want to crack a smile and sock him at the same time.
"Before I say anything, I want to know exactly what he told you," you demand, crossing your arms defensively, no cracked smile to be found.
He rolls his eyes up to the corner of the ceiling in recollection.
"He just said that you had gotten wasted and admitted something kinky...about me."
At the last two words he drops his voice dramatically low and pins you with a grin that is sickeningly predatory. Your pulse begins to hammer and you have to remind yourself that you are, in fact, capable of speech.
Fuck, you think to yourself, it's happening.
You can feel sweat starting to bead at your hairline. Maybe if you get it out there, just say it aloud, it will lose its power. Maybe the spell will be broken. Maybe he will laugh and you will laugh and you'll order lunch and keep irritating him while he's supposed to be working on a track. You're both adults, right? You whoosh out a breath.
Hobi is still looking at you, his bottom lip pushing up and the corners of his mouth tugging down in one of his little inverted smirks while his right leg bounces a little up and down.
It is just Hobi, after all, you tell yourself. Just Hobi. You are roundly aware that it may be a lie, but it seems to allow you just enough courage to jump.
"Okay, okay!" you practically shout, and he giggles and stomps his feet, which admittedly makes revealing this particular chestnut a bit easier.
"I told him…
“What?”
“I said..."
"What?"
"Oh, Christ! Fine!" And the rest comes out like water from a fire hose. "One time I came to drop off Jimin's charger and you were in dance practice and you were watching the guys and you had this look on your face - like you were pissed or something - and it was so unlike you and I got turned on and ended up having a fucking wet dream that you were stepping on my mother-fucking pussy, okay?! Are you satisfied now?!"
You heave a sigh and throw yourself back against the cushions, hands over your face. How you just mustered the courage to form those actual words you haven't even the faintest notion - but it was going to be you or Jimin, and it might as well be you. After your heart has begun to return to its resting rate and you've heaved a few deep breaths you steel yourself against the certain impending onslaught of Hobi's laughter and general mockery...which doesn't come.
You peek through your fingers to see that your friend has shifted in his chair, facing a bit away from you toward the inside of the room, leaning forward, his hands gripping the ends of the chair's armrests. His face looks a little troubled, or pensive, you can't tell which. You sit up and really look at him, suddenly worried.
Did you just fuck things irrevocably up?
That was an incredibly bizarre and intimate thing to admit.
Shit.
"Hobi?" you squeak, barely over a whisper, as you regard him.
He tilts his head suddenly to look at you, quick like a bird, and when those dark eagle-eyes regard you in return, you feel like a small, helpless creature scurrying across the tundra. Nowhere to hide. A bead of sweat escapes its perch and slips down from your temple. As he utters his question of response, the air suddenly becomes as thick as the tropics.
"Is that something that you'd want, Y/n? To be treated like that? To be...put in your place? Put down?"
You don't answer him. You can't.
Your words, your breath, your coherent thoughts are stuck, inert, useless as your chest begins to rapidly rise and fall in heavy swells. Your eyes are locked on his face as if by magnetic force. He stands, his baggy Louis Vuitton tee falling over his gray sweats. He shoves his hands in the pockets and takes a step toward where you sit. His posture is relaxed. His gaze is anything but.
"Is it?"
You want to say you don't know. That you'd never considered it again. Never once recalled the image of it - of him - standing over you as the sole of his shoe punished your throbbing sex.
"Fuck..." you breathe, and when he doesn't take his eyes from your squirming form, you relent. "...y-yeah."
He takes another step toward you, slowly. He's crowding you now, as he looks down, and the proximity is almost more than you can bear.
"You see," he remarks musingly, "I thought you were gonna say something funny - something ridiculous," he tilts his head to one side, the faintest hint of a smirk on his lips, "But that's not funny, Y/n. No, that's not funny at all. Because, as it turns out..."
He leans down, his breath fanning over your face as he speaks. Mint and espresso. You shiver and close your eyes.
"...that's something I can do."
...what? He can...h-he can....
"Hoseok..." you whisper shakily, because it's all you can manage.
You hear him laugh darkly and you don't look at him.
"Hoseok?" he mimics, "Not, Hobi, huh? Hoseok when you're like this, is it?"
"When I'm like...what?" You practically whimper in complaint, eyes still pressed shut as your last line of defense.
But any manner of defense is in vain as he answers your query, the words dripping from his lips slowly like honey, sickly like venom -
"When you're a filthy, pathetic little slut."
A whine escapes you at the complete and utter shock of his words. Suddenly you clamp your thighs together – whether to provide friction or obscurity to your quickly dampening cunt you are unsure. When he takes your jaw between his fingers and roughly jerks your chin upwards, your eyes flutter frantically open.
"Is this what you want?" he hisses, "For me to have my way with you like a needy whore?"
Fuck, is this happening? This is really happening. Your mind reels, but that's alright - it stopped doing the thinking when he got up out of that chair. Something primal in you had taken over, something that's been starving for so long – something that yearns to feed.
You do your best to nod with your chin in his grip. He swallows thickly, his eyes darting to your lips, and then back up to yours. His pupils are blown, his eyes almost wholly black as they trace over your face. Suddenly his hand slips from your chin to the nape of your neck where his hand tangles in your hair and his head drops to the side, his gaze softening.
"I need you to say it, Y/n, are you sure you want to do this?" he asks, his voice so, so low but without the edge that sends ice through your veins.
His voice. He's asking you as someone who cares about you, cares what you want – your friend.
Do you want this? No...you don't want it. You need it.
"Y-yes! Yes, Hobi - I want this," you find yourself stumbling over the words to get them out.
So quickly and so assured. Have you ever been this certain of anything in your life? His fingers dance against the nape of your neck and you sigh as his eyes travel all over your body.
You want to hide. You want to strip down. You want to run and you want him to chase you. You want him to punish you when he catches you. You are sick with want.
"A safe word, baby, we need a safe word," he nudges your racing mind back into the current moment with his saccharine words.
You blink, your mind running up against the sudden pet name – one that he has never uttered in a tone like this before – as it scrambles for something obvious and yet not ridiculous. Something simple maybe...a flower...?
"Foxglove," you say, and he raises his brows with a grin.
"Foxglove it is," he acquiesces. "So if you ever want me to stop, ever – okay? You say that. Foxglove."
You nod.
"Say it for me," he whispers, and you shiver again. Fuck.
"Foxglove." It's slow and thick leaving your mouth.
"Good girl," he purrs. Butterflies erupt in your rib-cage and your eyelids flutter. "How hard do you want it?" He asks, "How rough?"
You scramble to find your voice.
"Pretty rough, I think," you posit, a bit unsure of what that means.
He hums in response, his brows knitting in thought. You were going to have to give him something to go on, you could see that.
"I..." you stammer, "I want you to...to punish me. I want you to...to hurt me a little."
He raises a brow - looks at you, just stares as if considering. Then suddenly you know what to say.
"See...I'm not a good girl," you insist tilting your head back a bit haughtily, a bit defiantly. Being a good girl had gotten you butterflies, but that's not what you wanted right now. That's not what every cell of your body was screaming for.
He's grinning wickedly again - his other hand is slipping out of his pocket and the one in your hair is gripping at the roots.
"Hm. You're not are you?" he asks, his voice as dark and cold as the Pacific once again.
"No, Hobi," you whisper.
And suddenly your world is tilted on its axis as he tightens his fingers against your scalp and yanks your head back, sending a searing pain shooting through your skin as he stoops to hiss in your ear.
"That's Hoseok, you pretty little bitch."
You let out a whimper so needy it's nearly a sob. Your heartbeat is pounding between your legs. He lets go of your hair as roughly as he grabbed it and goes to lock the door and your stomach flips - you are totally and completely at his mercy. It's a little bit terrifying and absolutely exhilarating.
When he comes to loom over you again, you decide just exactly where you stand in all this. You know exactly what you want.
You glare up at him. He narrows his eyes.
"You gonna listen, hm?"
It's not a question, you know it's not - it's a command. But you have one, just one, of your own...
"Make me."
His eyes go wide and wild.
"So that's how it's gonna be?"
The words are heavy and dark, but you think his mouth twitches up at the corner when you arch a recalcitrant brow in response.
He hums and licks his lips, and you're on the verge of saying something about getting on with it when his hand darts out and fists a chunk of your hair, yanking it back with a force that makes your head spin. He's glaring down at you with eyes so hard and menacing that your rebuttal dies on your tongue. The hand at your nape squeezes and the pressure that seers your scalp is exquisite, spilling a moan from your lips as your arousal becomes more than you are capable of repressing.
"Don't you challenge me, brat," he rumbles from low in his chest as his hand twists against your head and lowers your back to press against the black leather.
You whine in protest, and your palms fly up to shove at him, but his reflexes are like lightning as he snatches your wrists away to pin them above you. Your head spins, eyes losing focus as your whole body flushes with warmth in the wake of his domineering aggression.
You wriggle in his hold, relishing in how his grip tightens and the cold steel in his eyes glints as you resist him.
A knee slides between your legs as he leans over you menacingly, close enough for the padlock charm around his neck to lightly tap your raised chin. Good girl, it seems to whisper in Hoseok's voice, stay put.
Yeah, fuck that.
You snatch the necklace up between your teeth and yank it to the side where it bites sharply into the corner of your mouth.
The sudden motion catches him off guard and he falters, crashing down on top of you with a noise of surprise and losing control of your hands.
You scramble against him, rolling both of you to the floor with a thud.
Your heart is hammering in your chest.
You hear him grunt, his strong hands grappling with your thrashing form, and you catch just a glimpse of his shining eyes and white clenched teeth as he flips you over onto your stomach, hands in a vice grip at the small of your back and your cheek pressing into the cold, hard laminate.
You start to move again but he pushes his weight into the slender fingers splayed over your spine with a low rumble in the back of his throat and you still with a groan.
You're pressed so deliciously firmly to the floor. You can feel arousal soaking your panties as your nerves alight everywhere he has wrested control of you. You can hear him pant, proof of his efforts, and the image of his provoked expression from seconds previous flashes through your mind.
He seemed so cool and collected before. So unbothered. To think that his blood is up and because of you? You let out a trembling breath.
"Fuck," he hisses lowly, then bends to bring his lips to the shell of your ear.
They're soft as they drag over your skin there, feather light. Your whole body shakes, and you feel his mouth pause.
"I don't know who the hell you think you are," he whispers cruelly, "But you were right about one thing...you're not a good girl. You're a disobedient little harlot who needs to be taught the rules of this house."
You whimper pathetically as he presses into you even more intensely, restricting the expansion of your lungs.
"Now," he says nosing at your exposed neck as he begins to pull away, "how about we teach you a lesson or two, hm?"
You feel his weight leave your back, and see his figure rock back on his heels out of the corner of your eye. You are just on the verge of retaliating again when you let out a yelp at the sudden shock of your hips being yanked upward by the back belt loop of your denim shorts. Hoseok lets go of your hands and they fly forward to brace yourself as your ass raises into the air and your knees move toward your chest.
And all at once you know what's coming and you feel your pussy clench in the mere anticipation of -
Smack!
You let out a wanton wail as the sharp crack of his hand against your right glute jolts through your body like a lightning strike and ends with a slam at your swollen clit.
Again - harder! Your mind screams. So you press out a whinging moan of complaint.
SMACK!
It has the desired effect.
CRACK!
Your jaw is slack, but no sound escapes as he punishes you. It hurts. Fuck, it hurts. As if he's attempting to brand your ass with the shape of his hand. But holy hell is it making you drip. Every slap jolts your body and brings the tiniest friction to where you're neediest. Where you've never been needier in your life.
Please punish my pussy....
You try to mumble the words but all you can do is drool onto the floor as he deals out pleasure and pain from above.
And then he stops. You feel hands deftly and swiftly rolling you to lie on your back.
You blink up through bleary eyes, drawing a hand across your mouth to wipe the spit away. Your shoulders are sore.
He's leaning over you, a hand still on your hip, eyes scanning your face.
"What? Did you say something? You need to speak up."
His tone is still biting but his eyes seem to hold a genuine question. Concern.
Warmth floods your chest as it registers that he wants to be able to hear you if you need him to. If you want to stop. But the light has never been so goddamned green.
"Want..." you murmur, "...more, Hoseok."
He curses, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he leans forward to take your jaw in his hand again. He rakes his gaze over your soft, swollen features, unfocused eyes, and heaving chest.
"Look at you so fucked out and all I did was smack that gorgeous ass."
He licks his lips, shaking his head in seeming disbelief as he releases your chin with a little shove. He leans back, dragging his hands over your bare thighs.
"More, hm?" he hums.
You nod eagerly.
He purses his lips and considers you through narrowed eyes, and you sense that if you want him to give you what you so desperately desire, you're going to have to show him you can take it - and take orders. You lay still, hands twitching at your sides as you look up at him through wide eyes.
He continues to run his fingertips up and down your legs as he breathes out a long relenting sigh.
"Alright," he relents, "You took your punishment well, so you should be rewarded, I suppose."
You clamp your bottom lip between your teeth, your heart rate rising again at the prospect.
He tilts forward, looming over you again as he asks the question you've been dying to answer since you woke up breathless all those weeks ago.
"What does my little brat want me to do to her? Let's see if she can use her words."
You blink up at him, unsure if you have permission to speak...or how to put your request into words that won't make you want to immediately melt through the floorboards.
"Cat got your tongue?" Hoseok sneers, pretty, heart-shaped lips curling up at one side.
His hat discarded in your tussle, wavy brown tresses hang down over his brow and his eyes sparkle darkly through them. His features are so beautiful - their loveliness thrown into sharp relief by the flinty pitilessness of their expression.
You're tempted to continue simply soaking him in, if not for the pounding ache in your core demanding that you find your voice.
"I...I want..." your lips tremble as you will yourself to tell him what you need.
Perhaps he senses that you require a little encouragement, because his eyes harden and he digs the edges of his nails into the flesh of your knees, causing you to yelp and moan and then...
"I want you to step on my pussy! Please..." You press out your request with the last of the breath in your lungs.
Hoseok's eyes flutter shut at the last word of your plea.
"Say that again," he commands in a husky whisper, and even without further specification, somehow, you know.
"Please..." You groan, letting your legs drop open demurely.
His eyes are still closed, but he can feel the action with his hands, which have now slipped just inside your knees to your inner thighs. He inhales deeply through his nose, before exhaling with a shuddering breath. When his lids languidly raise again the piercing onyx of what they have unveiled is pinning you to the floor with more deadly force than even his hands ever could. Your pulse pounds in your cunt, your head still swimming from your previous position as he pushes himself up to stand.
As you blink up at Hoseok towering over you, standing between your splayed thighs with his midnight gaze boring into the damp denim covering your heat, something inside you long ajar quietly but firmly clicks into place.
"Tell me, brat" he seethes, eyes roving your trembling form stretched out beneath him, "Who makes the rules in this house?"
"Hoseok-ssi," you whimper, so needy the ache is beginning to hurt.
Every cell of your body is awake with a desperate anticipation that only he can satisfy...or deny.
You have never felt more alive.
And then something happens and your brain shuts off entirely.
Everything vanishes: the studio, the traffic outside the western window, the city of Seoul and South Korea and the whole goddamned planet rolling around in the Milky Way. Nothing exists except the tip of Hoseok's Air Jordan ghosting over the swell of your crotch.
Your mouth waters as his foot slowly slides forward, then goes completely dry as you feel it settle with the sole aligned directly with your slit. His eyes flick up to your face, but you can't hold his gaze for more than a millisecond as he begins to apply pressure to your mound.
Your eyes roll back in your skull, head lolling as your neck goes slack, lips parted in a silent scream as the man above you presses down with a low hum over your sex. The seam of your shorts is biting deliciously into the tender flesh of your clit, sending shockwaves through your core like a live wire, and when he rolls his foot in a circular motion you think you see god.
You do scream then, but it's nothing more than a strangled sound in your throat as your fantasies materialize and he leans his weight into his stance, punishing the soft fat of your cunt with the sole of his shoe.
You're going to cum. He's barely touched you and you're going to cum. He seems to see it in the twisted ecstasy of your features as his lids hood his eyes and filth begins to spill from his lips.
"Do you like that, brat?" he taunts, "That's what you get when you're a good little girl for Hoseok - you get your pretty wet cun-"
Click jangle clack - boom boom boom!
Hobi springs away from you, hopping back on one foot with wide eyes as a succession of rapid knocks follow the stilted motions of the locked door handle. You scramble up from the floor, heart pounding and breath coming fast as you toss yourself into the corner of the couch.
Boom, boom, boom!
"Hyung, are you naked or something?" comes a familiar if muffled voice from the other side of the wall.
You fumble for your phone and Hoseok runs a hand through his hair and takes a deep breath before pulling open the door.
The man belonging to the impatient knocks and muffled accusations stumbles headlong into the studio, the locked entrance against which he had pressed his ear and most of his weight having been pulled out from under him.
"Jimi...nie...?" Hobi greets his bandmate and his eyes track the other's toppling form with surprise and a hint of agitation.
Yoongi ambles in casually behind him, sipping a dewy americano through a straw, a beanie sitting atop his ashy locks gnomishly.
Jimin nimbly pushes himself to a stand from where he had crashed against Hobi's desk, not a strand of his coiffed platinum blond hair askew as he spins around face to the dance captain. But before he can get out a greeting or an excuse for his manner of entrance he freezes as he spots you in the corner.
His eyes flick to Hobi's hat on the floor, then to the pink flush on the apples of his friend's cheeks. When Jimin's eyes slide back over to where you are curled into your nook, eyeing him warily over the tiny shield of your phone, his plush lips slowly spread into a sickeningly devious smile.
Hobi scoops his hat up off the floor and tugs in back on before taking a seat, carefully, you notice - thighs pressed together and leaning forward - in his rolling chair. The implication of his posture has you sweating into your shirt.
You need to get it the fuck together.
"If I would have known you were here I'd have brought you a kimbap," Jimin says, wicked grin still plastered on his face as he holds up a plastic convenience store bag.
You blink.
"Oh, uh, that's okay..." you bluster, waving your hand. "I'm not hungry anyway."
It's true. You just lost your appetite for the foreseeable future, stomach a raging sea of nerves as Jimin places the bag on the desk.
Yoongi shuffles over to sit at the other end of the couch, raising his free hand and drawing his mouth into a straight line in greeting. You manage your own tight-lipped grin and flash him a peace sign, hoping you did it quickly enough that the tremor in your hand went unnoticed.
"To what do I owe this visit from my bros?" Hobi asks from where he's turned toward his computer screen to save the neglected file.
His voice is cheerful, but you can hear the strain - how it's pitched just half a tone too high - and Jimin's eyes are still on you.
"I dragged Yoongi hyung out for some fresh air. I took him to lunch and grabbed you a snack on the way back."
"Yah, you took me to lunch? Then why did I pay?" Yoongi grumbles from beside you, his bare features pinched into a grumpy pout that makes him look particularly feline.
"Because you love me," Jimin coos at him and the older musician's mouth quirks up into a smile he can't seem to repress.
"What are you working on, Hoba? Which track?" Yoongi murmurs around the straw between his lips, blinking patiently as Hobi seems to shake himself, pulling his hat off to run a hand through his hair before readjusting it on his head and swiveling back toward his computer screen.
He hits play on the track and Yoongi leaves the couch to join the other two.
This is all so normal, so typical of the guys - the affectionate repartee and chat about ongoing projects. And on an average day, you'd have joined right in.
But today is not an average day.
No.
Five minutes ago, you were spread-eagle on the floor six inches from where Jimin stands, with Hoseok's shoe on your bits.
You have to get out of here.
"I'm, uh, I'm gonna head out, boys," you muster, making a beeline for the door as soon as the inertia of your decision gives you the courage to peel yourself from the corner of the couch.
"You're leaving?" Jimin's voice quips in a saccharine whine, with the slightest edge that makes you avoid his eyes as you slip out with a parting wave.
You do catch Hoseok's expression, whose head snaps up at your parting movements. His brows furrow and his lips part, looking as if he wants to say something, but he doesn't.
And then you're gone.
Your smart watch trills as your heart rate enters cardio territory. Your chest is heaving, breath coming heavy as the pliant cushion of your couch gives way to the crown of your head pressing back into it, eyes pinched shut and hand shoved down your pants.
The bullet vibrator you have pressed to your clit is doing everything it should, and you feel it coming - your orgasm. 6:12pm on a Tuesday and it's already your third self-love session of the day.
You tense your thighs, urging the building pressure in your core to boil over, and quickly. You groan and grit your teeth as your administering hand starts to shake. You writhe and whimper for a moment. And then it's over.
You stare up at the ceiling of your apartment, breathlessly huffing out a despondent sigh as the empty ache in your chest returns. It has become your loathsomely devoted companion in every waking moment over the last ten days, filling you with an unshakable restlessness and sickly discontent.
Nothing can slake it. Not reality TV. Not Cabernet Sauvignon. Not overtime hours. Not ASMR wood-soup videos. Not yoga. Not Ben and Jerry's. Not midnight runs on your NordicTrack. Not fucking yourself to climax on every single goddamned toy you own.
The little monster you roused the weekend before last in Hope World hasn't returned to sleep. No. She is wide awake. And she seems to grow more ravenous with each passing day.
At first you tried to ignore her, but she kept you up into the long, bleak hours of the night. And so, in a fuzzy, staticky haze some time after midnight a number of days ago you typed some words into a search engine that would probably have your assigned FBI agent doing a spit-take.
The thing is, you'd never seen "50 Shades of Grey", you'd never been interested. It wasn't as if you were a prude - hardly! You have always enjoyed sex, both intimate and recreational. In fact, it has always been one of your favored methods of blowing off steam, and you knew quite well how to please yourself and how to guide partners in doing the same.
You have never had problems in taking what you wanted in life, in taking charge and ensuring that things play out your way – it's what makes you so good at your job, and valued by your peers who know that they can rely on you to take the reins and rise to the occasion.
So when you suddenly stumbled unprepared into the world of BDSM, your visceral reaction to the concept of submission left you wondering...why?
Why, why, why?
Why does this do it for you? Why did your very linear, stable existence have to be completely disrupted by this discovery? And most urgently of all, why, for the love of everything sacred, did all the porn in the whole wide world fail to accomplish even a fraction of the effect of Jung Hoseok's size 9 sneaker? It's all too overwhelming to process.
You let out a frustrated whine as you pull your sticky, cramped hand, still clutching the little purple bullet, from the confines of your pants. Your phone buzzes on the coffee table and you can see the notification is from Jimin. You've been ignoring his calls and pleading texts to meet up, or just pick up. You can't face him. Not after ghosting Hobi.
You feel a pang twist in your stomach as you haul yourself toward the shower, hoping the hot water will wash away the guilt you feel for ignoring Hoseok outright. He texted you almost immediately after you left the studio, asking if you were alright. You let him know that you were, with just one word: yeah.
You had typed and retyped that response. "Yeah, thanks" seemed too weird. Like, thanks for what? Almost making you cum with the tip of his shoe? No. "Yeah, sorry" felt pathetic. What were you apologizing for? It seemed to imply...regret? Or fault. Neither of which would have come from a genuine place. And beyond a simple affirmation, you certainly didn't have words. So, "yeah" it was. He tried to call you later that evening, but you didn't pick up. You were already way up in your head by then. It had been radio silence since.
You toss a coconut steamer onto the wet shower tiles and sigh, catching a glimpse of your face in the bathroom mirror as you slide the glass door shut.
"Coward," you mutter as you close your eyes and slip under the cleansing stream.
You're wrapped up in a blanket cocoon and sipping a cup of sleepy-time tea, trying to distract yourself from the messy tangle of emotions waging war across your various chakras with season two of Single's Inferno, when a knock on the door startles you out of your simmering reverie. You heave yourself off the carpeted floor of your living room and scoot toward the door like a fleecy Jabba the Hutt to peek through the peephole.
Your vision is obscured as another eye looks back at you from the other side of the concave glass. You jump back, dropping your blanket shroud in a pile around your feet and let out a yelp of alarm. You slam a hand over the peep hole as giggles erupt on the other side.
"Yah! I know you're in there - so let me in!"
Your entire body sags against the door in relief as you recognize the voice of the would-be intruder. You swing the door open to grant him exasperated entrance.
"Park Jimin, you just took ten years off my life! Creep," you bluster, gathering the blanket up around your body as you retreat back into your apartment.
You plop down again in front of the TV, knowing that Jimin came to either talk you into going out or to just talk, and either way, you are truly not in the mood. Your friend snickers behind you, sauntering into your kitchen. He returns with a beer, bringing the frosty green bottle to his lips before sinking into an armchair and regarding you with an expression that waivers between amusement, pity, and disgust.
"You look awful," he remarks, taking another swig as his gaze roves your unkempt appearance.
Your features twist into a frown, eyes never leaving the television.
"You don't get to barge into my apartment, steal my booze, then insult me, Park," you snip, burrowing further down into the fluffy mass encasing your body.
Jimin raises a brow, a small smile still playing on his lips as he follows your eyes to the television where YouTuber Dex and professional model Lim Minsu flirtatiously splash about in a ridiculously opulent indoor swimming pool.
"Fuck, Dex is hot," Jimin mutters.
"For some reason he reminds me of Jungkook," you smirk, glancing over at him for the first time since he arrived.
He grimaces theatrically.
"I don't see it."
The contestant on the screen flashes his Paradise companion a blinding smile and raises a tattooed arm to cut through the water, content to show off his stroke precision as his date watches on. The resolve on Jimin's face falters .
"Yeah, well...Dex is hotter."
You scoff.
"Yeah, no. Kook-ah is definitely hotter."
"For the love of god, just don't tell him that, okay?" Jimin pleads, "That kid is insufferable enough these days."
"You love him."
He hides a smile behind another sip of Hite.
"Why did you ghost Hobi hyung?"
Jimin blinks innocent eyes at you, as if he hasn't just dumped the last week and a half of silent agony over your head like a bucket of ice water. But the chill is momentary, because the next second your body feels like an oven. You stammer.
"I-I...ghost him? I didn't ghost anyone...I'm busy...I..." you trail off weakly as your friend's unimpressed and knowing gaze bores into your soul.
You sigh and scrub your hands over your face.
"Because I'm a big chicken, okay?" You murmur into your palms.
You don't know why, but you feel like crying. When you pull your hands away from your face, Jimin must see it because suddenly he's on the couch wrapping you in the kind of hug that reminds you why he's your ride-or-die, and in the safety of his embrace the tears begin to fall. Days of being alone with yourself and your conflicted feelings pour from your ducts and onto the front of Jimin's bright yellow flannel. He coos words of reassurance, admonishing your tears, as he strokes your hair.
"Talk to me, you silly goose," he hums with an endeared chuckle.
You sniff and hiccup as you pull away, wiping your puffy eyes.
"I don't even know what to say, Minnie...I don't know what's wrong with me..."
Jimin smiles and grabs a few tissues from the box on the coffee table, dabbing them against your nose.
"Well, first of all, nothing is wrong with you. But second of all, tell me what is bothering you."
You heave a dramatic sigh.
"If I tell you, you have to swear - and I mean swear - that you will not make fun of me or tell anyone else. And I mean not Taehyung, not Yoongi, not anyone, you hear me?"
He smirks, but nods in assent. You narrow your eyes at him.
"Say it. Out loud." You demand warily.
Jimin rolls his eyes and throws up his hands.
"Yah! Okay! I won't tell anyone," he quips mockingly.
You sigh again and draw your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around them. If this gets too hard to talk about with eye-contact at least you'll have a place to hide your bashful face.
"I..." you start softly, not sure where to begin except the beginning, "Re-remember that thing I told you when we got plastered a little while back...about...Hobi?"
Jimin's lips quirk at the corners as he nods.
"Well...the thing is...wait!" You cut yourself off, suddenly gripped by a notion that has you prematurely flustered and indignant. "What did he tell you?"
Jimin shakes his head, a small smile still playing on his full lips.
"Nothing," he responds, looking you dead in the eye in a way that has you almost believing he's telling the truth.
"No, really," you press.
Jimin leans back against the arm of the couch from where he faces you, running a hand through his hair and drawing his legs up to criss-cross in front of him.
"Jagi, this is Hobi hyung we're talking about. You think he would do that? He has too much respect for you. He would never. Not to anyone. Not even me."
Your chest floods with relief, affection, and regret. Fuck. Of course he wouldn't. He was too mature of a person for that. Too considerate. Too lovely. And you hadn't even had the gumption to speak to him for the last ten days beyond a mono-syllabic SMS. Jimin watches your expression do emotional acrobatics.
"So..." he offers encouragingly, "something...happened....between you guys, right? That day Yoongi hyung and I showed up? We...uh...interrupted something, didn't we?" He can't help a devilish smile, eyes twinkling as he carefully phrases his query.
You bury your face into your knees and squeak out an affirmation. Jimin lets out a bright laugh and you immediately raise your burning face in a scowl.
"Hey! You said you wouldn't-"
He waves his hands in apology as he attempts to gain his composure.
"Mianhae, mianhae! I'm not laughing at you!" He insists, leaning forward to grab your swatting hands by the wrists.
"Sounds kind of like you are!" You huff, yanking your arms from his grasp.
"So..." Jimin hums, tilting his head to track your gaze as you try again to hide your face, "If he's down, and you're down...what's the problem? Why did you run and hide? Did your feelings change?"
You slowly raise your eyes to his, searching them as you decide just how much you're willing to tell him right now. You chew on your bottom lip as you realize you need to get it out. All of it. You drop your legs to mirror Jimin's posture, lowering your defenses with your millionth-and-first sigh of the evening.
"Okay...well..." you muse, fiddling with the blanket still draped over your lap. "You know how I told you that stuff that I...dreamt...about Hobi?"
Jimin nods.
"Well...something did kind of happen...and well..." you trail off as Jimin raises his brows expectantly.
"Oh, fuck it!" you bluster, exhausted by your own attempts at delicacy. "He dominated me and I liked it. I really really liked it, okay? And it freaked. me. the fuck. out. Like...I've neeeeever felt that way before about fooling around. It wasn't just fun, or, like, pleasurable...it was...almost..." you search for the words as Jimin stares at you raptly. "...Freeing? Like, a relief. Like, a 'where has this shit been all my life' moment."
Jimin hums and nods, interlacing his fingers and leaning his chin against his knuckles.
"Like...I don't know...I'm a very independent person. And capable. And, yeah, things have been crazy stressful at work, and I have a lot on my plate...but I handle it, you know? In fact, I don't just handle it, I kind of...enjoy the pressure of leadership and responsibility? It drives me. I've always been like that, in every area of my life..."
Jimin smiles and lets out a sound of recognition.
"So the one who wears the crown is wondering why it feels so good to be...subjected?" He waggles his brows. You roll your eyes.
"Grow up, dude."
"Am I right, though? I'm right."
You find yourself chewing your bottom lip again.
"Essentially. I like power. I like control. What is this sudden obsession with losing it? It's...scary. And confusing."
Jimin smiles.
"You know, it's actually not that uncommon, from what I understand," he states, reaching for his abandoned beer on the coffee table.
You quirk an eyebrow.
"I mean, everyone is different, and this is a journey you're going to have to take for yourself to get the answers, but from what I know about the BDSM community, it's not unusual for people who are in positions of power to crave a bit of a...reprieve."
"Really?"
"Yeah," he nods, reclining back again against the arm of the couch, "The bedroom is a good place to let your walls down. Maybe the only place, for some people. And with a trusted partner it can even be healing to play a different role than you do in other parts of your life."
It's your turn to smirk.
"You talk as if you know," you prod playfully, shoving your toes into his shin. He smiles that wicked smile of his and you laugh.
"What I'm trying to say is, maybe it's not just about the...dynamics. Maybe it's also that it's Hobi hyung. He knows you. You know him, too. You trust each other. Maybe you could get to know each other in a new way. Be something for each other that you both need." He takes the last sip of his beer and twirls the bottle in his hands, gazing at you with a gentle thoughtfulness.
You nod slowly, digesting his newly offered perspective.
"So," you muse, raising your eyes to him again, "You think he needs it too?"
Jimin shrugs.
"Only he could tell you that for sure. But I do know this, he's awfully good at being bossy, and doesn't get a lot of opportunity to run the show - outside of dance practice, that is."
Chuckling nervously at the thought, you try your best to conceal the spark that has crackled to life from the burning coals inside you at the mention of his natural command of authority.
"Hey," Jimin posits with a grin, "Maybe if he's spanking you he'll go a little easier on us when we screw up the choreo..."
"EXCUSE ME THE FU-WHAT?!" You shriek, snatching up a throw pillow to beat him mercilessly as he falls in raucous laughter to the floor.
Turning to glance over your shoulder at your reflection in the mirror, you smooth your hands over the back of the svelte black bodycon number you've donned for the evening. You're a vision in monochrome, having paired your LBD with sleek stilettos and dark smokey eyes with heavy lashes.
Your phone buzzes, indicating that your ride share is close by. Butterflies flutter in your belly as you reach for the finishing touch to your outfit: a velvety black choker with a sliver o-ring studded in colorless topaz. It's just fashionable enough to still look like a necklace, but it gives you a bit of a thrill to know that it's not. To know what's tucked inside your purse to accompany it. To wonder if, going unnoticed by most, it will catch a certain pair of dark eyes.
The drive across town to reach the Jihope residence never felt so long. You try your best to calm your nerves over the last few blocks of distance - it���s just a party, after all, and kind of a silly one at that.
During Jimin's last visit, he mentioned that he and Hobi would be throwing a Black Day party for all of their single friends the following weekend, and after dodging his attempts at socialization so religiously of late, you felt you owed it to him to attend.
Black Day had never been something your group of friends had ever observed before, but it was incredibly chic to do so this year, for whatever reason. And of course, all the organizing duo of the soiree needed was the slightest excuse for Jimin to party and Hobi to host.
Upon arriving at the building, you can already hear the music pumping from the top floor, and the chatter of guests spilling out onto the terrace. You present your ID to the security guard at the front gate, and are escorted to a private elevator that whisks you up to the penthouse. Being quite successful and comfortable yourself, you still find yourself surprised when reminded of the sheer net worth of your humble, down-to-earth Bangtan pals. Hobi is worth the most, and while he is an excellent investor and a generous philanthropist, he also likes to show out, and in style.
You take a deep breath as you buzz the bell.
The door swings open to reveal a handsome young man in a black t-shirt tucked into baggy dark-wash jeans, his fluffy brown hair parted in the middle and his ears glinting with rows of silver hoops. His round eyes scrunch into little moons and he flashes an adorable toothy grin, endearingly lopsided where it stretches deeper against the little orbital piercing at the right side of his bottom lip.
“Noona!" he growls, pulling you into a bear hug. "Where have you been? The last two times we went to noraebang there was no one to sing Through the Night with me!"
"Ah...hah...", you nervously chuckle, pulling away from his embrace as you search your brain for an excuse other than business.
"I'll sing with you, Googie!"
You turn to see your salvation from further explanation in the form of a giggling young woman bouncing up to clutch Jungkook's arm and steady herself as she sways on her platform heels. She smells like soju and fruity perfume.
You smirk and thank her, patting her hand where it clutches your friend's tattooed forearm before she's dragging him away down the hall.
"Make sure she stays hydrated!" You call after him with a shake of your head, making your way through the throng of guests to the bar area.
The furnishings of the residence are a study in classy postmodern minimalism, punctuated with abstract urban art – though you notice that some of the Kaws pieces are missing, likely stored away for safekeeping from rowdy party-goers.
The sleek chrome and granite full-service bar is stocked with liquor and beer, and a commissioned mixologist is crafting darkly colored cocktails. A buffet-style spread offers the traditional jjajangmyeon and an assortment of other delicious eats.
The spacious dining area is littered with small tables draped in black linens, each bearing centerpieces of hellebore, leather leaf, black carnations, and eucalyptus. The living room has been converted to a dance floor, complete with a glittering disco ball. House music booms through the built-in speaker system as guests in groups and pairs move to the beat.
You glance over a drink menu of themed cocktails as a voice sounds from over your shoulder.
"I recommend the Down With Love."
Turning, you flash the speaker a grin.
"Alright, but is it giving Judy or Barbara?"
Taehyung raises a disparaging brow.
"It's a gimlet. Judy, obviously."
You chuckle, putting in your order for the suggested beverage.
"You look good," he remarks, gesturing at you with the unlit cigarette tucked between his first two fingers, his other hand slipped into his pocket as he leans against the wall.
He doesn't look bad himself, you think, in his black satin top and flared Merlot trousers.
"Thanks," you smile as the bartender hands over an inky concoction garnished with a grapefruit slice twisted into the shape of a heart and run through with a toothpick.
You eye it skeptically.
"How do they make it black?"
"Activated charcoal. C'mon."
Tae links your arm through his and weaves through the bustle to a table of familiar faces. Yoongi raises a whiskey tumbler in greeting and you clink your glass with his, sliding into a chair next to Taehyung and reaching over to give Namjoon's arm an affectionate squeeze. It seems that all the members have turned up, save Seokjin, who's been a taken man three years strong.
You fall into easy conversation with the boys, and just when your difference of opinion with Namjoon over Lee Bul's latest installation piece is developing into a full-blown debate, Jimin slides up to the table and spills onto Taehyung's lap.
"None of you are dancing!" He whines breathlessly, poking Tae's cheek as the other man smiles shyly.
"Jungkook is," Yoongi rebuts, taking another bite of jjajangmyeon.
He's not wrong, though to your amusement, the maknae appears to be getting danced on more than anything else.
"Where's Hobi hyung?" Tae queries, prodding gently at Jimin's full cheek in return.
Jimin's eyes dart to you, a smirk spreading slowly across his lips as his gaze rakes up from your heels to the choker around your neck.
"Good question," he hums, rising to take your hand and pull you up from your seat. "Let's go find him."
Jimin heads for the French doors at the far end of space that lead onto the terrace. They're propped open, and cool evening air floods the apartment, keeping the atmosphere from suffocating under the warmth of body heat and the scent of rich food.
"Jimin!" You hiss, as you approach the rooftop patio, "What are you doing? This is the opposite of subtle!"
He laughs merrily.
"You're so cute when you're flustered!"
You don't have any more time to grumble as you emerge under the darkening sky, just beginning to speckle with stars barely visible against the glow of string lights wrapped around the cozy outdoor enclosure. There's a small electric fire pit surrounded by plush patio furniture, and live greenery all around.
The energy is much more relaxed than within, but even so, you feel your pulse quicken as Jimin guides you toward a small group at the corner of the terrace. You recognize a few of the men and women gathered as industry producers, but none of that really matters because all your brain can register is him.
And holy shit does he look good.
He's arresting sophistication and effortless elegance. A silk charcoal dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbow, ripples along the lines of his torso - save where the top three buttons have been neglected to expose the smooth planes of his toned chest. His lean, athletic legs seem even longer than usual in fitted black slacks, his pretty wrists and fingers sparkling with jewelry where his thumbs are slipped into his pockets. His hair has been slicked back from his face, and his eyes are just barely obscured by a pair of lightly tinted wire-rimmed aviators. That brilliant, warm heart-shaped smile cuts through all the sharp darkness of his garb, and your breath catches in your chest when Jimin calls out to him.
"Hyung!"
As Hoseok's eyes meet yours the grin stretched across his face falters, but he quickly regains composure.
"Eyyy," he greets you, striding forward and wrapping his arm around your shoulders to pull you into a side hug. Of course he smells as incredible as he looks.
"Hi, Hobi," you murmur a bit shyly, returning his embrace.
"Hyung," Jimin pouts cutely, "Save us! She was putting our guests to sleep talking to Namjoon-ah about art theory."
"Hey," Hobi chides in a warning tone, cocking his head to the side to glance down at you. "Don't enable the poor guy – he needs to get laid."
"Well nobody is going to approach him if she's hanging around looking like that." Jimin gestures casually, a mischievous twinkle glinting for a moment his eye.
Hobi's arm slips off your shoulders to grasp your hand as he steps back. He's never been good at keeping his feelings from his face, and the look trained on his features as he appraises you has you thinking you made the right decision when you put on that dress.
"How about we keep you out of trouble and on the dance floor, hm?" Hobi says with a sly smile, raising your hand and tilting forward in a posture of invitation.
You roll your eyes playfully, unable to bite back a smile of your own as you motion for Hobi to lead the way, careful to avoid Jimin's eyes as you let the rapper guide you back into the thrumming pulse of the festivities.
He gently pulls you onto the dance floor and tugs you into him, keeping a hold on your right hand as he slips the other just below the curve of your waist. You settle into an easy step to the lively beat. Hobi's eyes search your face as you tilt it up to him, running a hand up his chest to adjust the collar of his shirt with a sigh. You fiddle with the soft fabric between your fingers.
"I'm sorry, Hobi," you murmur, just loudly enough for him to hear.
When he just smiles a bit sadly you feel your heart squeeze and you drop your head to his chest. You will yourself not to cry as he slows his movements, slipping a knuckle beneath your chin to raise your gaze to his own.
"Hajima," he protests, "Let's talk later. Right now, how about we just have some fun? I missed you."
His expression is sweet and earnest and you feel like your chest might not have room for anything more than your complete and utter affection for this man.
"I missed you too," you admit with a little grin, pressing yourself against him just a bit more firmly and gazing up at him through widened eyes. He blinks for a moment, and then suddenly, there it is again, blooming across his lips - that blinding gorgeous smile, and that heady, infectious laugh.
In one quick motion, he spins you around to face away from him as the music drops to a deep, throbbing EDM number, his fingertips grazing your hips and his lips ghosting the shell of your ear.
"You did, huh?" he purrs. "Alright, then...show me how much."
You suck in a breath because you don't ever think you'll be ready for how quickly he can turn that dark, deep voice in his chest into something that makes you feel like you're astral-projecting. Your first instinct is to push him away, make him take it from you...but this moment isn't for that. After your exit last time around, you’re determined to make him so incredibly certain that you want him. That you need him.
You lean back into him and, whispering a silent prayer of gratitude to the goddess of stilettos, press your ass firmly into his groin. You feel the air leave his lips in a hiss against your neck, and his hands slide to squeeze your hips and tug your body even deeper into his. You grind back against him as your body undulates with the hypnotic rhythm of the beat, but it's not long before he's taken over guiding the motion of your hips to match the rolls of his own.
Your eyelids flutter. You've never been this close to him. Sure, in the studio, things had gotten hot and heavy - but you had only been in his hands. He had only touched you to move you, still you, punish you. Now you are flush against his body, and everywhere you touch as he rocks you in tortuous waves against him tastes like the first sumptuous bite of a forbidden fruit.
You can feel him beginning to swell against the plush of your ass, but even that isn't what has a familiar ache throbbing at the apex of your thighs – it's the effortlessness with which he wrests control of your body, your mind...your very being down to its most primal core.
Hoseok's hand skids up your side and slips over your collarbones.
"I like this necklace," he mumbles into your hair.
You turn in his arms, slipping your fingers around the back of his neck as you raise your lips to his ear.
"I'm disappointed in you, Hoseok," you tut, "It's not a necklace, you know."
He doesn't respond, but focuses on bringing his leg to slot between yours, hiking your dress up enough to tease your mound with brushes over the front of his thigh. You swallow a moan.
He's toying with you, but you won't give in. Not so easily. Not yet.
"I guess you could call it a choker..." you rasp, trying to keep the tremor from your voice as your face presses into the side of his jaw, "That is more descriptive of its actual purpose, I suppose."
For one millisecond in the fabric of time and space you feel his pace falter as the words spill from your lips - then he runs his hand up your back, slipping two fingers under the tight strip of velvet surrounding your throat.
For the first time since you started dancing, you look at him. Crystalline beads of sweat have broken out on his brow, and his mouth is set in a stern line, his eyes hooded and dark as tugs his fingers back to command a view of your gaze.
"Are you telling me," he grits out lowly, digging his fingers into the flesh of your hip so bruisingly you gasp, "...that you showed up to my party wearing a fucking collar?"
You don't answer him - instead you let a wicked smile slip over your lips, refusing defiantly to drop his piercing stare. He has stopped moving you against him, stopped moving entirely. His hands are firm but still where they hold you as his eyes bore down.
"Are you out here trying to finish what we started?"
You tilt your head back, narrowing your eyes seductively.
"What do you think?"
You watch a thousand and one thoughts race through Hoseok's mind as his eyes drop to your neck again and he swallows thickly.
"Oh, fuck it," he hisses, turning and catching your hand to pull you impatiently through the crowd.
You barely have time to wonder what he's thinking or where you're headed when, at the opening to the hall, he spins to grasp your waist and tuck you into a small alcove. He does it so quickly and with such force that you nearly topple the potted plant on the stand beside you.
He pushes himself against you, the tip of his nose brushing yours, and his firm body pressing you to the wall. He holds your wrists in his hands, pinning them to either side of your body. You let out a tiny whimper.
His peppermint breath fans over your cheeks.
"I was going to wait," he whispers loud enough for you to hear him clearly over the music from the room behind you. "I was going to ask you...to stay. After..." he traces his nose along the ridge of your cheekbone as he squeezes your wrists tightly, his nails nipping into your skin. "But you come here with the audacity to tease me like that? Out there, in front of everyone like a desperate little slut?"
His mouth is hovering over your ear as he speaks, sending shivers cascading down your spine.
"I'm not a patient man," he mutters darkly, and you feel your pussy throb.
You struggle slightly against his grasp, and he growls lowly. Turning into him, you press your mouth against his throat, letting your teeth graze his skin as you respond.
"Then don't be."
It's all the permission he needs. He snatches you away from the wall, dragging you down the hall toward the master bedroom at the far end. Your heartbeat hammers in your chest as you gaze at the dark mahogany door growing closer and closer with every stumbled step you take to match his hurried pace.
He turns to glance over his shoulder, and you follow the action as he grips the handle, turns it, and...
"What the..." Hoseok mutters, rattling the handle forcefully before raising his fist to pound against the door. "YAH! UNLOCK THIS DOOR!" He booms.
You hear muted voices and sounds of scurried movement from within. He bangs again and again until the door swishes open to reveal a flushed and flustered Jungkook, still fumbling with the button of his jeans.
"Hyung! S-sorry, hyung, I was just...we were..."
"OUT." Hoseok demands icily, pushing the door inward on its hinges to reveal the peppy, strawberry-scented young woman from before hurrying forward to tuck herself behind Jungkook as she draws a hand across her smeared lipstick.
You bite back a grin as you watch them scuttle down the hall before Hoseok shuts and locks the door behind you.
"That kid...seriously," he grumbles. "He knows my room is off limits."
You chuckle, despite his lack of amusement, and he takes your hand again, drawing you toward a small couch at the far side of the large room. You take in your surroundings as you cross the space - similarly furnished to the rest of the apartment. The furniture is sleek and modern, Kaws sculptures and collectible figurines occupy tables and shelves. There are a few live plants, including one hanging from a large hook in the ceiling near a massive, raised canopy bed.
He draws you to sit beside him, a crease still pinched between his brows, likely from having to evict the irksome intruders. You laugh softly and run a thumb over his forehead.
"They're gone!" you chuckle, "Don't let it bother you so much. You'll get wrinkles." You tease, and his face softens.
He catches your hand in both of his as it lowers. He sighs.
"I needed a bit of water thrown in my face anyway," he smirks, and you glance down bashfully. "Before anything really happens, I think we should have…a conversation."
You nod in agreement.
"Can I start?" you interject and he nods in return.
You huff out a long breath.
"I want to apologize for how I reacted...last time."
He smiles wryly.
"It was all very new and sudden to me, and...I don't know...I freaked out."
Hobi squeezes your hand.
"You have no reason to be sorry about that. I should have never initiated like that somewhere that wasn't really private. I just got caught up..." he shakes his head.
"No! Me too! I'm glad it happened. I..." you trail off, feeling your face heat. "Oh, fuck, I don't know how to say this..."
He claims he's not a patient man, but he waits, watching with tender eyes as you choose your words.
"I haven't been able to stop thinking about it...like..." you take a deep breath as you gather the courage for vulnerable transparency.
You remember what Jimin said. It's Hobi. You are safe with Hobi.
"It was like nothing I've ever felt before. Like a release...more than sexual, you know? Like, freedom. Like, I felt so alive."
He smiles, nodding his head in understanding.
"I..." you continue, still nervous but with mounting confidence as he makes you feel heard, "I would like to...explore this part of myself, this new world," you gesture, "And...well, I would love for you to be the one to guide me."
You raise your gaze to his. His eyes are shimmering. He slowly raises a hand and brushes his fingers over your cheek.
"It would be my honor," he murmurs earnestly.
A smile blooms across your face and your chest fills with warmth. You raise your hand, curling your fingers into his where they rest against your jaw. He drops your hands, still holding on, to his knee.
"Can I ask how much you know about the community?" he queries, tracing his thumb softly over your knuckles.
"A lot more now than I did a couple of weeks ago!" you respond with a laugh. "I know that I'm a sub, but one that likes to...fight back a little bit?"
Hobi smirks, pocketing his tongue in his cheek. His eyes glint.
"A brat," he answers.
"...Yeah."
"Want me to work for it."
Your mouth quirks up in a grin.
"The harder the challenge the bigger the payoff," he hums, glancing thoughtfully down at your joined hands.
"I think," he says after a pause, "Since you're new to all this, we should start slow. I already know some things you enjoy, and vice versa. But part of this kind of thing is about testing your limits. You're going to come across things you don't like, too. I need you to be able to tell me. Without a second thought. Seriously."
He looks at you intently.
You smile.
"I trust you enough to know that you’d stop if that’s what I wanted. I may enjoy being dominated but I do still know what I want. And with you...I..." You tug at his hand, "I know I could say what I...need.”
He huffs out a little breath, his brows drawing together as he regards you in reverence.
"You know you can be that way with me too, right? Needy?" You ask softly. "I want...to take care of you, that way. Maybe we can...take care of each other."
You're not looking at him. You can't. It's all incredibly intimate and strange. When he doesn't respond, you begin to wonder if you said something you shouldn't have. And then your doubts vanish as quickly as they had appeared when you feel his arm slip around your shoulders as he pulls you into his chest, tucking your head beneath his chin.
Your heart sings.
After a long, quiet moment, Hobi pulls back to look at you.
"Should we set some rules for ourselves?" he asks.
You purse your lips and nod. Admittedly, you had come with a few in mind.
"I think...we shouldn't kiss. Well, not on the mouth. It's...I don't know. I think it might make things confusing."
Hobi looks thoughtful, nodding slowly.
"Which brings me to my other thought," you chew your lip. "I think this should just be about sex. We're friends, and I want to keep that aspect of our relationship strong and uncompromised."
He smiles.
"Makes sense to me. But..." he says with a raise of his brows, "If we do start seeing other people, I think we should tell each other. Especially if they're going to be people we're fooling around with."
You give an enthusiastic hum of assent.
“I don’t have a partner at the moment,” you shake your head, glancing up at him.
“Me neither.”
He clears his throat and shifts his stance.
“When we’re…together,” he gestures in the space between you. “What about protection?”
You blink thoughtfully.
“I’m on birth control.”
He nods.
“Okay…would you want me to wear a condom?”
You feel heat creep up your neck as you meet his gaze with a shake of your head.
“Not unless you wanted you.”
He stares at you for a long moment before chuckling and shaking his own head.
“Ay, you’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?”
You smile and pull your bottom lip between your teeth.
"Oh! And we already have a safeword!” you remind him with a grin.
"We do," he acknowledges, his eyes dropping to the glinting metallic ring adorning your throat.
Your smile falters and your heartbeat quickens…and when he looks back up at you it's like whiplash as he sets you reeling again with a dark, hungry gaze.
"If that thing isn't a necklace," he rasps, reaching his fingers up to touch the cold silver, "How about we put it to its proper use, hm?"
You shiver, pressing your thighs together as your heartbeat drops to your clit.
"Yeah..." you whisper, your breath already starting to come quicker as you reach for your bag and fumble with trembling fingers with the clasp.
Hoseok's brow knits as he watches you open the purse, reaching in to produce a length of light chain about three feet long with a velvet strap on one and a claw clasp on the other. You double it up and dangle it from your hand, your heart thrumming in your chest as you raise your eyes to his.
"You can put it on me," you purr, "...But you'll have to take it from me first."
Click.
That ineffable thing, that invisible force he wields that arrests you has slipped back into place. You can feel it, pouring off him in devastating waves...and you're already starting to drown.
It didn't take him long to wrestle the leash from your grasp. Now you're on your knees before him, hands at your sides as he leans forward to affix the chain to the o-ring at your neck. You're breathing hard from your struggle. He stands to his full height, wrapping the links around his hand until the line is taught. He clicks his tongue condescendingly.
"What am I going to do with you now, hm?" he murmurs, tugging at the chain briefly so that you lurch slightly forward. You whine complaintively.
"Quiet," he hisses in warning.
You bite your lip. You need to obey now. Your panties are soaked and you can feel the turgid swell of your clit with every slight motion of your body. If you are good for him, then maybe you will be rewarded. Being a good girl should earn something. Right now, you will take anything.
Hoseok glowers down at you, tilting his head to the side as his eyes trail over your features, coming to rest on your pouted lips. He wets his own.
"You like to run that mouth of yours...how about we see what else it can do?"
Holy fucking shit. You feel saliva begin to pool under your tongue, your eyes flicking down to the bulge at the front of his slacks. You start to raise your hands toward his belt but he yanks sharply upward on the chain, the metal ring biting into the underside of your jaw, ripping a mewl of discomfort and impatience from your lips.
He lets out a long sigh, shaking his head as his lips curve into a cruel smile.
"So eager that she can't even wait for permission?"
You whimper again, biting your lip as he laughs darkly above you.
"My little whore wants something, doesn't she?"
You give a silent nod, letting your tongue slip out to wet your lips and watch his eyes darken as his pupils swallow his deep brown irises.
"Mmm..." He hums in consideration, bringing his free hand to cradle your chin. "I've told you before, sweet thing, if you want something, you have to ask for it."
Your eyes blink languidly as you look up at him. Your head is swimming as you sway on your knees, the dizzy helplessness of being spun between degradation and endearment hanging over you like a heavy trance. His fingers tighten around your jaw.
"Come on..." he coaxes in a chilly whisper, "Use that pretty mouth to ask Hoseok."
You swallow thickly.
"Wan..." you start softly, but his grip on your jaw sharpens.
"Speak up, I can't hear you," he commands reproachfully.
Heat swells up from your neck and sweat begins to tickle your hairline. You know what you want, you've been thinking about little else since he was pressed against you on the dance floor...but the thought of giving your filthy, aching desires shape has every inch of your body trembling.
"Wan...want..." you struggle over his fingers pressing harshly into your cheeks.
He tuts, and the look on his stony features suddenly warns you that if you don't overcome your nerves...
"Wan' your cock!" you choke out desperately.
Hoseok's lids dip slowly and his lips part, as if your words have been injected into his veins, and you think you could fucking cum at the sight. His eyes flutter open again and he gazes down. You fight for patience and composure with each maddening second of silence that passes. You can feel your pussy clench and your hands follow suit. Hoseok catches the motion. A sickening grin spreads over his lips.
"Want this cock, hm?" he hums, releasing your chin from his grasp to palm over the clothed swell inches from your lips.
You whimper pathetically, letting your eyes slip shut. Fuck you want him. You want your mouth around him. You want to choke on him. You want the thick, sticky milk of his release on your tongue.
"So tell me, brat," he hisses, wrapping another loop of chain around his palm so that he holds you on a mere few inches of leash. "How do you want my cock?"
Any shame has been dispelled from your being in the presence of your burning desire, and you raise heavy, lustful eyes to his dark ones.
"Wanna suck it off."
You can see his chest beginning to rise and fall with more effort as he pulls you by the leash, in tortuously slow deliberation, until your lips are ghosting over the zipper of his slacks. He glares down at you, the corner of his mouth curling up in a sneer as he holds you in place.
"BEG."
A violent tremor of arousal jolts through your abdomen and you gasp.
"P-please..." you stammer dumbly against the soft, dark cotton.
"Again."
"Please..."
"Please, what?"
"Please..." you breath shakily, "Will you fuck my mouth?"
You feel him twitch under the vibration of your supplicating words.
"Alright," he relents in a rasp, "But keep those hands at your sides, understand?”
You nod.
“Unless,” he tugs at the chain again,”You need to stop. Then you grab my leg and squeeze.”
“Okay.”
“What are you going to do, baby? If you need me to stop?”
“Squeeze your leg.”
“That’s right,” he hums and the repeated instruction.
You chew on your lip as he pulls off his belt and slips open the button, giving a tug at your collar. As you look up at his hooded eyes, you know exactly what to do.
You nose at the seam, trying for one moment to ignore the throbbing bulge against your cheek as you find the zipper with your teeth and drag it slowly downward, your eyes never breaking his burning gaze.
"Good girl," he hisses, pushing his pants down his hips to reveal a pair of tight, black boxer briefs, a sizable strain pulling at the flexible fabric where he's hard beneath them.
He hooks two thumbs into the elastic and tugs down, his fully erect cock springing free to bob against the side of your face. A sticky streak of precum smears across your cheek as you seek his head with your lips, barely having time to register the smooth tip, or the pretty, pulsating veins as you rush to swallow him whole.
Hoseok lets out a long, deep groan as you suckle greedily around him. Allowing your spit to slick his shaft you pull back, keeping just the crown between your lips as you worry your tongue along his dripping slit.
He's rock hard and heavy on your tongue as you lean in to take him farther down your throat, bunching your hands into your dress at the aching urge to cup and stroke the velvet skin of his scrotum.
"Fuck," he grits out from between clenched teeth, "That's right..."
You bob lower and lower on his shaft, seeking to take as much of him as you are able. When you feel his tip brush the back of your throat, you moan around him. His free hand flies into your hair, and suddenly he's yanking you off of him. You cough and splutter at the sudden motion and he tugs the chain so that you raise watery eyes to him. He releases your hair to absently stroke himself as he lightly pants over you.
"Asked me to fuck that throat. Think you can take it?"
You nod as you attempt to wipe drool pooling on your chin into your shoulder.
"Words," he pushes, snapping the chain around his wrist.
"Yeah," you mock, matching his tone, a spark of defiance reigniting inside you.
Hoseok lets out a hollow laugh.
"So confident. We'll see about that."
He slips two fingers of his free hand into the strap of your collar and tugs you back toward his cock. You open wide, extending your tongue to catch the head and pull him between your lips.
You move to swallow him again, but he halts you.
"Keep still," he mutters coldly, and the fingers at your collar hold you tightly in place as he slowly slides his hips forward in a thrust that has him inching toward your soft palate.
Your eyes water, but you have never been more determined to fight your gag reflex as he pulls back and pushes in again, deeper, his cock tapping again at the back of your throat.
"Goddamn, you really can take it," he groans in a shaky voice. "Such a good little slut for Hoseok. Such a pretty, filthy little mouth."
Your nostrils flare as you draw air through your nose, and you swallow, the muscle of your throat contracting tightly around him. At this he seems to break, suddenly pulling back his hips to snap them forward as he sets a rough, self-indulgent pace.
Your eyes water, spilling over from the brutal stretch and sting, but you dig your fingers into your thighs, determined to take him as long as you possibly can.
You start to feel light-headed, and just when you think you're going to have to tap out for air, Hoseok's pulling you off of him and wrenching your face upwards to run his wild eyes over it.
You gasp for breath a moment, and then you're opening your mouth to him again, blinking up through bleary eyes in a silent, hungry plea. He shakes his head slowly as he gazes down at you, chest heaving.
"Shit, look at you..."
You're a site. Tears and mascara streak your cheeks, saliva and precum slick your chin and neck, your parted lips swollen. Hoseok's fingers twist where they're still hooked into the collar.
"You still want it, don't you? My god..." he smears the tip of his cock along your bottom lip.
Your eager tongue wriggles forward to brush over him again. He swallows, and with a growl he slaps his cock down harshly over it. You let out a little sob as your soaking, aching cunt clenches around nothing.
"Alright," he mutters in a husky whisper, "Gonna fucking ruin that tight little throat. Gonna fill it the fuck up. Blow my load all over that nasty little tongue. And you want that, don't you? Wanna be Hoseok's pretty little cumslut, hm?"
You nod, and then remember the rules.
"Yes," you croak, and open wide for him again.
He grits his teeth and tugs at the collar to pull you slowly over him again with a shudder. You've proven more than capable and it's not long before he's chasing release at a punishing pace. It's sloppy and desperate - the hollow, wet sounds as he fucks your face a pornographic symphony.
Suddenly you think you can feel his cock twitch and jerk as it hammers into your mouth, and when he grows so incredibly hard, you know he's about to reach his peak.
You lock eyes with him through your tears, watching his features strain to maintain their composure. Without warning he grabs the back of your head and slams into you, arching over as he cries out.
And he cums.
Thick ropes spurt down your throat as he quivers and throbs.
The moment he's spent his last drop of release he fists into your hair and roughly pulls you back, letting his softening cock fall free. You gasp for breath, coughing as you choke down the last remnants of his seed. Lips trembling, your eyes search his face for what you so desperately need...and you find it.
His lids are heavy over his eyes, mere glistening slips of midnight visible as they gleam down at you; his beautiful lips are parted as he pants, the honey planes of chest glistening with sweat where his shirt fails to obscure it.
He's breathless and sated and glorious, and you bask under the intensity of his gaze. He releases his hold on your collar and lets the leash clatter to the ground, bringing his hands to your face. He cups your cheeks, brushing his thumbs over the streaks of tears.
"So, fucking good for me," he mutters shakily, his brow drawn, "Such a pretty, perfect little brat."
Your eyes slip shut under his words of praise. You could move mountains if he asked you to, you were certain. In this moment, in this space, anything for this man. Everything.
You feel his hands leave your face as he moves to help you stand, before tugging his briefs back into place.
The heat of the moment past, you become acutely aware of the stinging soreness in your knees as you struggle to your feet – and the sticky ache of persistent hunger throbbing between your thighs. You teeter on your heels as blood rushes to your lower legs.
Smiling, he reaches out and pulls you to him gently by the waist, swiping a thumb over your chin.
"You were a good girl, baby. So, so good," He coos in a husky whisper. "You remember what good girls get, hm?" He's still calling the shots and demanding answers, but his eyes are soft as they regard you.
"A reward?" you answer hopefully.
He hums in assent.
"That's right, baby. That's right," He brushes at the smeared makeup under your eye. "But let's get that messy little face cleaned up first."
After unfastening your collar he sits you down on the bed, bringing makeup wipes to gently dab away the proof of your efforts, and offers you a bottle of cool water. He comes to sit beside you, eyes tracking you attentively as you drink.
"Want Hoseok to take care of that needy little pussy?" he asks, with a smirk.
"Fuck yes," you breath as you lower the bottle from your mouth.
He arches a brow, and you purse your lips in an attempt not to grin.
"Please," you add in correction.
"Mmm," he acknowledges thoughtfully, turning to gaze over his shoulder at the spider plant hanging from the ceiling a few feet past the other side of the bed.
"Does my little girl want to try something new?" he asks, his eyes still on the suspended planter.
You feel your pulse quicken and stomach twist in anticipation.
"Yes, Hoseok, I trust you," you respond without reserve.
He flicks his eyes to your face, brows drawing together. He wets his lips and huffs out a breathy laugh.
"You have no goddamned idea what you do to me when you say shit like that."
You look away, smiling brightly as you preen under the heat and affection of his gaze.
He reaches for your hand and guides you to rise to your feet.
"Alright, ditch the dress," he orders, gesturing with a flick of his chin as he leans back on his hands and spreads his thighs in a posture of recline.
You step back to give yourself space, already weak in the knees at the prospect of stripping for him. You steel your composure, a spark of boldness lighting in your belly. Taking a few steps away and turning from him, you look back over your shoulder to watch his face as you reach behind to slowly drag the zipper down your back. You make a slow, sensual show of peeling the garment from your body to reveal a lacy black balconette bra and matching thong. Stepping out of the dress and tossing it away, in nothing but your lingerie and stilettos, you stride back to stand patiently before him.
He leans forward and runs his hands up the sides of your thighs until they reach your hips where they slide back to squeeze the meat of your ass.
You bring your hands gingerly to his shoulders.
Tugging your body toward him, he draws himself to the edge of the mattress, pulling you between his thighs as he uses his sharp, white teeth to nip along the soft flesh of your belly. He sucks harshly at some places, leaving flushed little souvenirs of claim in his wake. You don't hold back the proof of your pleasure - repaying his ministrations with gasps and low moans as his hands and mouth explore you.
Hoseok raises his face from your skin, his pupils wide as his gaze settles at your breasts.
"Bra off," he commands, squeezing your ass again as you reach back to unfasten the clasp and pull the straps from your arms.
He hisses and grits his teeth, raising greedy hands to knead at your supple flesh, before pulling them away to twist and slap at your nipples.
You groan and throw your head back, relishing in the shocks of sensation – gushing, as if you could ruin your soaked panties any further. As you press your trembling thighs together he glances down at the last remaining vestige of your modesty, lips spreading into a wicked grin.
"You know I can fucking smell it - how wet you are? My god, want you to wear it like a perfume, fuck..." He runs his right hand to rub against the dampness that has the lace clinging to your slit.
The moan you let out is so needy it's practically a sob. Hoseok laughs low in his chest.
Suddenly he’s standing and spinning you around, leading you to the end of the bed. He places your hands on the footboard and instructs you to bend over, sliding your hips back until your ass is on full display. He runs his hands over the bare flesh of your cheeks.
"Now," he growls, "Can't fuck this ass until it's properly marked, can we?"
You swallow and let out a whine. The blood is already rushing to your head in a familiar surge and in the split second of silence before impact, you know what's coming - the anticipation somehow even more intoxicating when you remember how it feels when he...
Smack!
You whimper, your fingers gripping the bed frame as he delivers blow after searing blow. When he has satisfied himself with the flushed tone streaking the globes of your ass, he gives it a final squeeze, commanding you to wait where you are.
You hear him as he moves to the side of the bed to pull an object from beneath it. He seems to be grappling with something - the clink of metal and soft rustle of leather interrupting the sudden heavy hush. He returns to your side, taking your hands from the bed and bringing you to stand. As he leads you to the far side of the bed, you see it: hanging from the large hook in the ceiling that once bore the spider plant there is a large leather contraption. You've never seen one in real life, but you know what it is.
"You have a sex swing?" you murmur in awe, momentarily forgetting yourself as you reach out to brush your fingers over the soft leather. There are buckle straps at different places and a metal bar running across the top. He lightly grips your waist, turning you to face him again. He dips his head forward and you inhale the cool mint of his breath.
"Gonna put you in it," he murmurs, "You remember our word, right?"
"Yes," you breathe.
“Say it.”
“Foxglove.”
He smirks.
"Good girl. Panties off," he instructs.
You couldn't be more eager to pull the sopping fabric down your legs and toss it aside, but when you reach to remove your shoes, he catches your wrist.
"I didn't say you could take those off, did I?" he reprimands, and your pulse begins to hammer in your throat.
He’s gonna fucking strap you to this thing in your goddamned heels.
You comply with him as he helps you into the seat, fastening your wrists together to a strap that has them raised above your head. After securing your hands, he raises your legs, carefully stretching them so that your feet are on the outside of the wide set cables, hooking your heels to catch on the bar across the top to hold your legs, spread wide, in place. With each restriction he checks in, making sure you’re completely comfortable with his choices.
When he finishes he comes to stand before you, heaving out a sigh through his nose as he trails a hand down the back of your thigh.
"Look at you," he groans as his eyes rake over your body.
You can feel your pussy leaking. Your heart pounds. The muscles in your legs strain a bit from the stretch and the bindings nip into your wrists and feet. You are completely exposed to him...and it is utter perfection. Like you were made to be at his mercy. You blink up at him through the fuzzy haze that keeps intensifying as you relinquish yourself deeper and deeper into his control.
His eyes slip shut for a moment and he gives an almost imperceptible shake of his head before bringing his lips to graze against the back of your calf.
"Hoseok..." you whisper, trembling.
His eyes open and lock with yours. You hold each other's gaze in silence.
Nothing needs to be said - you both know. You both understand.
He unbuttons his shirt and slips it off, and after discarding his briefs he is as naked as you are. With one hand he grips your leg, slipping two fingers of the other to slide through the swollen, sticky folds of your cunt. You cry out, your pelvis shuddering - so ripe to be touched that the contact sends a shock like an electric pulse through your being.
"What a pretty fucking pussy...so desperate for me," he mutters.
You watch his beautiful fingers as they slip through your glistening lips and over your throbbing clit before he pulls his hand up. He lets it hover in the air for a moment before bringing it down with a harsh smack against your mound.
A scream strangles in your throat as he repeats the motion again. Your whole body shakes with arousal.
He clenches his jaw as he trails his fingers down to your aching hole, dipping in shallowly to gather your bountiful slick. He raises his fingers to his lips, tasting you as he watches you tremble beneath him. He withdraws them with a pop.
"You know how much you like that? Getting this little cunt slapped?" His eyes trail down. "You're dripping down your fucking ass."
Shuddering violently, you whimper, tugging impatiently at your restraints.
"Yah," he warns, and you still. "Guess you're ready for me, huh? Just like that day..." He smirks condescendingly. "You're always ready, aren't you?" He hisses. "Need me so fucking badly...all of the time."
You sob as your walls contract again and again. He takes his cock into his hand and slides it through your folds, teasing the tip over your clit.
It's euphoric, but it's not enough. You sink your teeth into your bottom lip as you fight your own desperate need until the copper taste of blood seeps across your tongue. Somehow, it doesn't even hurt – you can't feel anything past the need for him to fill you. You feel his tip prod your entrance and you gasp.
“Look at me," he rasps.
Your eyes snap open. Your legs are shaking, vibrating the entire apparatus as he finally, slowly, sinks into your wet heat. The stretch of him is exquisite, and your eyes roll back in your head as he groans, steadily pulling back to push into you again.
“Shiiiiiitttt…” he hisses through his teeth, “Fucking made for me. Does my little brat like that? Hoseok’s cock stuffing that tight little cunt?”
“M-more…p-please…” you mewl, nearly unable to even form the words as his ridges drag deliciously along your taught walls.
You're so incredibly worked up that already you can feel a climax building in your belly, and he's only just started to fuck you. Unable to touch him any other way, you squeeze around him tightly.
He lets out a grunt, picking up his pace as he uses the mobility of the swing to pound you onto his cock.
You cry out, your head rattling against the leather as stroke after stroke sends you hurtling toward your high. Your mouth hangs open, and your vision begins to blur at the edges, the position of your arms making it harder to breathe. It’s going put you over the edge. He catches your glazed stare.
"Don't you fucking cum until I say," he grits out breathlessly, and you let out a wail, head falling back.
You can feel yourself barely holding on as he slams into you, teetering on the edge as you hear his voice.
"Whose little whore are you?"
You try to speak but the words won't rattle out of your chest.
"Whose?" he booms.
"Yours!" you press out in a sob.
"Who do you kneel for?"
"You!"
"Who owns this pussy?"
"Y-you!"
"And who the fuck am I?"
"HOSEOK!"
"Cum, slut." he growls.
...And you free-fall through time and space.
The summer evening air is warm against your skin as you step out under the rose gold twilight. Behind you the chic dining venue is still abustle, and you wave coworkers a fond farewell as they head off to continue the evening with karaoke. It's been a big day for you, and there's someone you've been waiting to talk to.
You press the green call button and wait as the line rings.
"Yeoboseyo?"
The warm voice on the other end has a smile blooming on your lips.
"Hey, Hobi-ssi!" you hum.
"Hey hey!" he chrips, "What's up?"
"Oh, nothing," you respond casually, "Just got done with a company dinner. Someone got a promotion, so we all went out."
There's a pause on the other end.
"Oh," answers slowly, "That one you put in for?"
"Mhm."
You hear him scoff in amusement
"Well, at least you seem to be taking it well."
"I'd say I'm taking it extremely well, which is only natural, considering I got the job."
"Yes, well...wait, YOU WHAT?!"
You pull the phone momentarily away from your ear as his joyful, raucous laughter blasts through the speaker.
"You're gonna make me go deaf!" You chide. Your smile is brighter than the setting sun.
"I'm so proud of you."
"Thanks, Hobi."
"You should celebrate!"
"I did go out with my work friends...but..."
"You should come over," he interjects.
The register of his voice has changed. You recognize the new one.
"Yeah?" you swallow, as your heart rate quickens. "Well...what if I do want to go to karaoke?"
You wait for his response, watching your ride share pull up to the curb.
"Yah - you gonna be a good girl…”
You hold your breath.
“...Or do I have to make you?"
-FIN-
#hoseok fic#oneshot#bts oneshot#hoseok smut#hoseok imagine#hobi x reader#hobi smut#hobi x y/n#jhope smut#jhope fanfic#jhope x reader#jhope x you#jhope x y/n#jhope imagine#bts imagines#bts smut#bts x reader#fic: make me
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Summary: When your audition doesn't go as planned, you realize that you'd do absolutely anything to get the role you want.
Warnings: age gap, hoseok kinda sus, messy blowjob, mentions of other sexual acts, dirty talk, pwp
Pairing: instructor!hoseok x ballerina!reader
🔗: m.list
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"God I feel so stiff." you grunt out, bent over as you stretch your tired hamstrings. The week before this one was complete hell, and since you'd spent so much time in the studio your muscles were in pain.
It was audition week now, the week everyone was so eager for. On audition night you'd either be going out for ice cream with your friends in celebration, or sulking in your bed in disappointment.
You'd been practicing for this role for what felt like your entire life. The role of odette, black swan.. white swan.. whatever you wanna call it.
Some people may say it's basic, or that swan lake is played out- but you absolutely loved it. You remember looking at the older ballerinas as a child and wishing it could be you. Now, it finally was. Well almost- you'd only feel complete if you obtained the role of the black swan. Which you were determined to do.
Two loud claps pull you out of your thoughts, and you immediately stand to your feet when you see that its your instructor. Your friends do the same- just purely out of respect.
Ms. Bahr may be old, but she was never one to let herself be walked all over. Especially not by dancers from her company.
"I'd like you all to meet our guest for the.. day." her voice awkwardly trails off as she gestures toward the door. In walks a man, who looks quite close to your age. He's dressed nicely, & walks in with his arms crossed as he scans over everyone.
Well damn, you knew if he was anything near as stuck up as he looked, you hated him already.
"Hello, i'm mr. jung." he says, setting his bag down but still keeping his eye trained on all of us. When we hear the door slam, everyone's head snaps the opposite way, and we see that Ms. Bahr has excused herself.
Very weird, she was never one to be outside of the room during a practice. During audition week especially.
"I advise that you focus on me, because after this week i'll be officially taking Ms. Bahr's spot as head instructor." gasps, heard all around the room. One of your friends liza stares at you in shock, and you return the look.
People chatter amongst themselves at the news, it was surprising to say the least. Why wouldn't she tell us herself? Why is she letting a random guy take her spot? You had many questions, all that probably would never be answered.
"Now! With that being said-" a sly smile is on his face as he picks up a a paper- studying the sheet for a moment before speaking again. "If your not trying out for the role of the black swan, please step back and continue warming up."
Only four students are left standing, including you. You give a side eye to your main competition here, Jessica bush. You roll your eye at the slight sight of her, you absolutely hated the girl.
It wasn't jealousy- period point blank. It was just her atitude, it was fucking horrible. You wanted the role for yourself of course, but it would feel damn good to beat her and finally put her in her place.
Mr. Jung takes a good look at all of you, locking eyes with you for a split second before moving his eyes on to the girl next to you. He gives a nod of approval before setting down the paper with your names on it.
"I'd like to see you all perform the variation you've been taught yeah?" you hadn't even put your points shoes on yet. You curse yourself for what you're about to have to do, terrible first impression.
"Uhm- i need to get my points shoes.. sir." you itch at your arm at the tension when he looks at you, a annoyed glare on his face.
"Hurry up, go on." he says, allowing you permission to scurry over to your duffel bag.
What a prick.
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"Alright, not too bad." he mutters, slightly clapping as you and the others breathe heavily. This variation always felt much harder when you had someone watching you do it.
"I suppose you're all free to go, come in prepared tomorrow for auditions." there's a collective nod before everyone goes about their own business, talking as they all leave one by one.
By the time you sit down to start taking off your toe pads, the room is already empty besides you and him. It was a little awkward, but you refused to move faster just because he was in here with you.
A pained hiss leaves your lips when you see the bruise forming on your big toe, sighing at the sight of the mark. You don't pay much mind to it, sliding your sock right over it and slipping your shoes on afterward.
"You need new toe pads." your hear a voice behind you, and its him, the new instructor. You give awkward smile as you look up, playfully scoffing at his words. "Yeah, guess i do."
Standing to your feet, you sling your bag over your shoulder- muttering a quiet bye to the man as you begin to walk away. Unfortunately, his hand on your arm prevents you to walk any further.
"I think you're right for the role." he suddenly says, and your eyes widen in surprise. How could he decide that so easily when he's only seen you perform a short variation once? For gods sake he just got here.
You weren't ungreatful though, in fact you were very glad he noticed your efforts.
"Really?" you ask, shock evident in your voice as it grows louder. He nods his head, walking away from you now and back over to his personal belongings. Your right on his toes, assuming that he wants you to follow him.
"How could you know when you've only seen me dance once?" you question him, genuinely confused about what he could be thinking. This was such an important role, he'd be stupid to cast it so easily.
"I have a good eye.." his voice trails off with a suspicious chuckle as his gaze returns to your face. Your features were etched with so much confusion, but he could see you were excited.
"I think you're a beautiful girl.. y/n right?" your smile slowly fades, sensing the weird tone in his voice. "Ehm.. yeah" the excitement empties from your body when he stalks towards you, eyes refusing to leave yours.
He circles you as if you were prey, arms crossed the same way they were when he walked into the room. "Your old enough to know.. sometimes in life we have to do things to get what we want."
What the fuck was he saying? Your face scrunched up in annoyance and confusion, you just hoped this wasn't him flirting with you.
You let out a sigh when his cold fingers trail down your bare arm, feeling his body heat as he stands close behind you. "I can get you that role." you feel his lips on the back of your neck and it makes you want to throw up and disgust.
He barely even knew you! And even if he did- it's out of the question and inappropriate. "I can get you that role." he repeats again, only this time he presses his obvious boner into your ass.
That's when you move, picking up your bag that you hadn't even noticed fell to the ground. "Are you fucking insane?!" you shout, and he looks at you as if you were the one who did something wrong.
"Your disgusting!" you scream again, voice echoing through the room. You could only hope everyone had left the building as you rush out of the room.
"You'll regret that." he yells after you.
Fuck off.
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AUDITION DAY
The week had went by in a flash, and tryouts had come much sooner than you thought they would.
After the situation with your new instructor, you avoided him like the plague- even switching directions when you'd see him walking around the building. You noticed him staring at times, but you did your best to ignore it.
You hadn't told anyone about what happened either, not even your closest friends. What you didn't want was for it to effect your audition process, not after you worked so hard for this very moment.
The voice of your friend lila causes you to zone back in, & you can't help the smile that falls over your face when you see her walking towards you with flowers.
"Lila.." you say, giving her a big hug before she can even hand the flowers over. "You didn't have to.. i didn't even get you anything.." you mutter, pulling out of the hug with a saddened look on your face.
You appreciated her at times like these, and sometimes even felt like a shitty friend when she'd go out of her way to do special things for you. If you ever lost her you think you'd literally spiral out of control.
"Good luck on your audition." she says, her face full of joy as she gives a comforting squeeze to your arm.
You don't get the chance to thank her because the door opens, and in comes Mr.Jung . Everyone stands when he arrives, the same way they would when Ms. Bahr would enter.
Now that you know the real him, it kind of sucks that everyone likes him so much. It also sucks that you have to keep what happened to yourself for now, but you planned to confess as soon as auditions were over.
"Alright everyone, we'll begin black & white swan auditions now- so if that's not you please push to the back of the room." Again, four students are left standing- only this time it's much more nerve racking.
You were used to the whole class watching auditions happen, but this was different. You'd been waiting for this for years... if you fucked up now you don't think you'd ever forgive yourself.
"Ready?" he asks, staring at all of you as you spread out and get into your starting position.
Ready as you'll ever be.
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Needless to say the audition went great. You don't remember messing up even once, and even a couple other students came up to your afterwards just to tell you how good your audition looked.
You watched the rest of the auditions in excitement and confidence, happy that you'd done so good. Usually, you'd let jessica's little glares towards you ruin your mood- but not today.
An entire hour passes before auditions finally finish, and you're all sent into another room. There's chattering amongst everyone, different talk of who they think will make black swan.
You try your best to ignore it, sticking your headphones in for some extra noise. You get a nice thirty minutes of relaxation before it's finally time.
Ms. Bahr makes a appearance just to tell everyone results are posted- and as soon as she says it everyone's rushing out of the room. Your the last one to leave, taking a few deep breaths as you slowly make your way to the poster.
And then- your excitement crumbles when you see mr. jung and jessica hugging at the end of the hall. No way, no no no no no. Your footsteps get faster at the sight, and you finally come to a anxious hault when you see the list.
{Black/White swan: Jessica bush}
You wanted to cry when you read it, but you couldn't. At least not when your instructor was looking at you with the cruelest grin on his face.
He did this on purpose.
You danced beautifully, no one could tell you any different. You weren't being stuck up, but you genuinely felt that today was the best time you'd ever performed it. Your hard work felt like a waste, all because you rejected his advances.
You went home utterly disappointed in yourself, wishing that you could turn back the time and tell him yes. You'd do anything for that role, literally anything.
That's when you found yourself pondering your options, and finally- you came up with a solution.
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THE NEXT DAY
You couldn't believe you were doing this. You'd stood in front of your instructors door for a good five minutes before finally gathering the courage to even knock.
He welcomed you in as if nothing had happened, a smile on his face as he gestures for you to sit down. You obviously sit with no complaints, not wanting to piss him off when you were already about to ask for something huge.
"What brings you in?" his tone is very much condescending, and you have to bite you tongue to prevent a scowl from plastering on your face.
"I..I wanna take your offer." you say quietly, foot constantly tapping against the floor as you await a response. He ticks his tongue as he looks at you, before bursting into a fit of laughter.
"Don't you think it's too late?" he mentions, pointing his long finger to the paper on his table. You lean over to look at it, seeing the sheet of paper with jessica's name on it. It makes you want to throw up.
"With all due respect sir, you did this to spite me." you don't bite you tongue any longer, you know the motive behind this. He was a cruel man, but oh so clever.
He chuckles at your words, shaking his head as he stands from his chair. He slowly makes his way to the door, twisting the lock and then turning back to face you. "You really want that role huh?"
You hated this, you hated that he had the upper hand. But you also knew this was your decision, and you didn't have to do this. You had every right and the will to walk right out of this room and deal with the fact you won't ever be black swan.
Except, you didn't want to do that.
"I do.." you mutter, gaze now at your feet as he comes closer to you to tilt your chin upwards. He looks at you with fake pitty, somewhat happy that you'd come crawling back to him.
"Get on your knees." he commands, and you oblige him without another word. He licks his lips to moiston them at the sight of you, ready to pleasure him and get exactly what you've always wanted.
"You know what to do, you want the role?" he asks, and your hands shake with anxiety as you nod your head. "Then take it."
Alright, you could do this. Give him head, easy peasy.. right?
Your shaky hands are evidence of your nervousness as you undo the zipper on his pants, and when you see the bulge in his boxers you question why he's already hard? What was he doing before you got here?
When tuck your hands into the waistband of his boxers, he sighs at the feeling of your cold fingers on his skin. You try your best to not look at him when his length finally pops out, red tip right in front of your eyes.
He was bigger than you thought he'd be, but it was no wonder that he had no shame when coming onto you the first time around.
You didn't even realize you were gawking at it until he finally said something. "Scared?" the question infuriates you, and causes you to put the length of him in your mouth immediately.
You weren't scared of him. Fuck no.
He groans at the feeling of your mouth wrapped tight around him, keeping a tight grip on his desk as you bob your head up and down.
He smirks at the way your making him so messy, not caring that your getting spit all over his pelvis and even in his small happy trail. "Fuck- sluttin' me out aren't you?" You ignore his words, set on the fact this was purely for your role.
You wanted it, bad.
You pop his dick out of your mouth with heavy breaths, now swirling your tongue around his tip. You trace every part of it, the veins, the tip, everything. You can tell he likes it, because he finally allows his head to lean back.
You couldn't believe yourself, all of your previous fear had vanished from your body. Hoseok could tell too, because you were sucking the life out of him.
"Shit, just wanna bend you over-" you moan around his dick, not able to speak since you've shoved his dick right back down your throat. You're gagging now, but you don't pull away- determined to get what you wanted out of this.
Your hand is covered in saliva, all from you jerking off what you can take inside of your mouth. Or what you thought you couldn't take- because soon both of his hands move snug to the back of your head for more leverage.
He fucks your mouth with a punishing pace, smirking when he hears your little muffled whimpers and gags. "Love that shit- gonna look so pretty on stage." his words wouldve made you smile if your mouth wasn't so full- it only confirmed that the role was no longer jessicas.
It belonged to you, and you only.
"Where you want me to cum, hm?" he pulls out of your mouth breifly so you can speak, slapping the wet tip on your messy cheek. "On my tits- please."
You were way too into this, hurriedly lowering your top right under your breasts. They sit perfectly, and they look even better when he finally rubs himself to a orgasm, his milky white release coating your hard nipples.
"God- so fuckin hot." the words leaving his mouth sounded foreign, and you couldn't believe you were wet. You no longer denied the fact that you enjoyed what had just happened, it was a win win.
When you go to clean yourself off, he stops you- taking it upon himself to lift your top right over your still cum covered breasts. "Gonna go home with my cum on you, that'll finish up the deal."
You go home happy, going to sleep excited for the upcoming weeks as you were officially the black swan. Jessica on the other hand was feeling so many emotions at once. She was angry, dissapoonted, and overall confused.
She wondered why her role had been snatched from her and given to someone who didn't even deserve it. She'd done everything she could for that role.. including fuck her instructor.
Hoseok had promised her the same fate, that he'd give her the role regardless of her audition as long as she gave him some pussy. So she did so, without thinking of the consequences.
He'd played the both of you, and neither of you had any idea.
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goalie!hoseok x social media manager!reader, fem!reader
hockey!au
genre: fluff, smut, some angst
word count: 5.7k
summary: on paper, keeping your relationship with internationally famous goalie Jung Hoseok quiet is a great idea. In practice, it makes shaking off the attention of other men without suspicion quite difficult.
warnings: general sports talk, Hoseok is possessive, pre-existing but lowkey relationship, swearing, arguing (between hobi & rival player), brief mention of hockey game logistics/terms, hobi talks about hurting someone and subsequently throws hands (hockey level violence, mention of blood), reader and hobi are very in love. Specific smut warnings include: Dom!hoseok x sub!reader, unprotected sex, mild degradation but she's into it, praise, oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), slight hair pulling, dirty talk, consent because its sexy, he presses on her stomach while he’s inside her (idk what to call that 😬), sloppy kisses, multiple orgasms, he cums inside, aftercare ofc.
PSA: for those of you who are hockey literate: I know that goalies cannot be team captains, so it makes no sense that Hoseok would be the one doing the ceremonial puck drop at the beginning of the game, but creative liberties and all that.
(tagging @here2bbtstrash as per previous request :) )
an: as always, please DO NOT read this if you are under 18 or uncomfortable with the content. I am not responsible for your media consumption when I provide proper warnings! Alsoooo this is a work of fiction, and it never hurts to remember that. As always, I do not proof read so there may be some typos. Happy birthday month Hobi, ty for being one of my muses, love you <3
Hoseok leans into his stretch, making a show of extending his pretty neck side to side as you watch on. He catches your stare and smirks, heat blooming your cheeks as you try to focus on editing the graphic on your phone. It’s the late afternoon of a big game day where the Bangtan Boom are coming head to head with the largest rival team in the region. The game is already sold out, and a feeling of uncertainty has befallen the arena that even the all-star line can’t seem to shake.
Hiding your smile becomes hard when Hoseok lets out a satisfied sigh, plopping down on the bench just far enough away from you to be unassuming to onlookers if there were any.
“Hey there!” He addresses you like you’re nothing more than coworkers, and despite the vacancy around you, you decide to indulge him.
“Oh, hello there.” You blink owlishly at him, “is there anything I can help you with?”
A heart shaped grin splits his face as he tries to keep up with the charade. “Oh, I just wanted to come take a little break.” He drums his fingers against his thigh, and you just know that underneath his loose athletic shorts there’s a wealth of firm, smooth skin. You swallow harshly and glance around before sliding over, leaving just inches between the two of you.
It feels delightfully childish to be inching toward him like this; looking around for watchful eyes as if your mom would pop out and catch you canoodling with the handsome goalie if you weren’t careful. This close up, you can see the pretty lashes fluttering against his cheeks with every blink.
“My, you’re quite handsome for a hockey player,” you tease, squinting as if you’d never considered the fact before. His face lights up, eyes crinkling with the force of his smile.
“Really? That’s what my girlfriend says too! Don’t worry, I won’t tell her. She tends to get jealous.” He extends an arm behind you on the bench, grazing the side of your neck with his calloused fingers. A shiver wracks your body but you pretend to be unaffected as you pout at him.
"Oh, damn, I didn't know you had a girlfriend! She must be pretty lucky..." He smiles at your leading statement, now thumbing at the soft locks of hair at the nape of your neck.
"Nah, I'm the lucky one. She's beautiful, and smart, and talented, and funny, and sometimes she does this thing with her tongue-" Your face flames and you drop the act, shoving his side in retaliation to the words. Hoseok lets out a belly laugh as your attempt to move him fails. "What? It's all true!" He throws his hands in the air in mock resignation and an unbidden laugh bubbles out of you.
"You're ridiculous. And I love you." You can feel your cheeks strain with the force of your smile, and there's no denying that Hoseok is the only person who makes you feel this way. He was the only person you had eyes for long before you began dating, and even after 2 years you still feel giddy being near him.
"I love you too, baby." His voice has dropped an octave from its usual, and your brain stalls as he slides away from you, taking his body heat and penetrating stare with him. You want to pout, but the sound of dress shoes clacking against the concrete floor steels you.
"Hoseok, there you are!" A suited team executive yells, immediately clapping your boyfriend on the shoulder as soon as he stands. "We were looking for you everywhere, we have to get into the locker room and start warming up!" Hoseok nods easily, more than ready to go, but the executive catches you in the corner of his eye.
"Oh, miss Y/N! Nice to see you, too. I would have assumed you'd be up in your office!" His eyes slide between you and Hoseok, and alarm bells ring in your head.
"O-oh, I was, but I needed a quote from Hoseok for our charity game posts...so, that's why-" you lick your lips nervously, careful to avoid Hoseok's eyes, "I'll be going now!" You rush off before he can say anything else, stomach churning with anxiety at the situation. The walk to your office is already brief, but you make it there in about half the time. In the solitude you let out a shaky breath, smacking your own forehead in reproach. There's no way he would have been suspecting your involvement with Hoseok at the beginning of the conversation, but after your awkward explanation, he might be connecting the dots.
You feel sick to your stomach at the thought, sure of the media storm that would follow the news. You force yourself to swallow the burn in your throat and collect your frayed nerves. The game was just hours away, and being visibly nervous wouldn't help anything. Until you got home tonight you had to pretend that Jung Hoseok was nothing more than a player on the team you work for.
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That's always easier said than done. No matter how many hockey games you had watched and worked, the sight of Hoseok sweaty and fresh off of the warmups ice always makes your heart flutter. You steal sneaky glances his way while he converses with his teammates, a severe look on his face. The crease in his brow reminds you of just how serious this game is to him, the chance to prove himself against their fiercest competition; but it also lights a fire of arousal in your stomach to see him that focused. He licks his lips and you feel like you may spontaneously combust, reminded of just how adept he can be with that tongue, and the way sweat runs in rivulets down his face and neck...
"Miss Y/N!" The same executive from earlier appears to materialize out of thin air as he calls your name. You startle and turn to face him, plastering a smile on your face.
"Hi, what can I do for you?" You ask, hoping that the genial way you clasp your hands together will excuse the unprofessional staring from before. The executive grins and points widely toward the rink entrance where special guests help facilitate the ceremonial puck drop.
"As you know this is a big game, so we have someone pretty important for the puck drop and I would love to make sure you get something posted for the accounts about it." He supplies.
It's an easy enough task, and you don't bother to tell the older man that you were planning on doing so anyway. The walk there is fairly long, looping past the staff bathrooms and break room before you come close to passing the guest locker room. The door to it is closed, but a man stands on the opposite wall, looking confused.
He's tall and built like you would expect a hockey player to be- with a small mop of unruly blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He's surely handsome, but you haven't found anyone as attractive as Hoseok since the day you met him. You're intent on walking right past the man, but he sees your ID and lights up immediately.
"Hey, excuse me! I uh- need to go over for the ceremonial puck drop and I don't know which way to go." He smiles apologetically and you finally register the sewed on 'C' on his jersey, a mirror of Hoseok's own but in a different color. Although he's the rival team's captain, he's still a human being first, so you return a smile.
"I'm heading there too, you can come with me. I'm Y/N, the social media manager. You are?"
If he takes offense to you not knowing his name it doesn't show. He easily falls in step next to you as you circle the arena. "I'm Brenden March. Nice to meet you, Y/N. And thanks for walking me. I tend to get lost at away games and my guys make fun of me." You can't help but chuckle at him; seeming so unassuming even though he's likely a beast on the ice.
"No problem, I'm used to rounding up our guys anyway; they're always all over the place."
"I can see why they send you to do that. Any guy would be lucky to have you walk them around an arena." The playful lilt of his voice gives you pause, and you nearly have to shake your head to clear it. Surely he wasn't flirting with you? You had been out of the game so long, it's genuinely hard for you to tell what his intentions are.
"I'm just usually walking around anyway," you offer, gauging his reaction as you reach the right entrance for the rink.
"I'm sure you do more than that around here," he fully grins at you now, leaned against the nearest wall with his arms crossed over his chest. The two of you are the first to arrive and anxiety spikes in you. You want to be hospitable, as you do represent the team, but you weren't sure how much longer you could talk to him without it being awkward.
"Other than running our socials, I try to keep out of the way, to be honest." You feel small under his intense gaze, especially so when he tuts at you.
"They gotta hide you away, pretty. I can only imagine how distracted those guys must get if they see you out there," he jabs a finger toward the ice and you hope desperately for a third party to join you and break the tension. "There's a reason coaches are always men," he continues, smirking at you as if you're supposed to find that flattering or funny.
You say nothing, but you can feel your face flush from anxiety, which he of course mistakes for flattery.
"Awe, don't have anybody to compliment you around here, pretty? I wouldn't mind taking that role if it needs filled..." his voice takes on a unmistakable drawl that makes you want to vomit. Before you can even respond, you feel the air shift as Brenden straightens against the wall.
You know his presence, his scent, before he even speaks.
"She's more than taken care of by this team, thanks." The venom in Hoseok's voice makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. He skirts around you, careful not to touch you and give himself away. Brenden gives a scoff at his words.
"You gonna let him speak for you, Y/N? Is he your boyfriend or something?" He seems inordinately upset, likely more mad at being ignored by you than anything else. He pushes himself off of the wall to stalk closer to you and it takes a lot out of you to stand your ground. Hoseok is calculated in his movements, standing behind the rival so you can see him over the mans shoulder. The look on his face is positively murderous; eyes narrowed in on the two of you.
"No, he's definitely not my boyfriend! I just don't- no thank you." You finally squeak, peeking back at Hoseok. You always feel awful for denying your relationship in front of him, even though it was a term you both agreed on. Brenden seems decent enough to back down when you say no, or at least he's given up on the pursuit now that Hoseok is around.
No matter the reason, the special guest arrives with his family seconds later, and the two players morph into media ready smiles at the drop of a hat. You introduce yourself and set them up for a few photos together before the game officially starts; but you can still see the venomous looks being passed between the men. A feeling of helplessness washes over you as they do the puck drop; the two players crouched head to head over the puck as the whole arena watches on. Hoseok's jaw is clenched, and you can only imagine what kind of foul things he's holding back.
The special guest and his family are ushered to their seats and Brenden disappears to head back to his team's entrance. Hoseok hesitates, eyes burning into your figure.
"I'm gonna fucking crush him." He whispers, brushing a gentle peck against your forehead before leaving.
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Usually you make a habit of circulating the rink during games, either taking photos of talking to other workers, but today you find yourself rooted to the glass behind Hoseok's goal. It's not the most convenient place to watch the game, and you constantly flinch as pucks fly your way, but it's the best you can do to be close to him for now. They're tied at the end of the final period, and you can tell Hoseok is shook up from the way he smacks his stick against the ice as his teammates get stuck at the other end, fighting for the puck. The whole arena seems to be holding its breath to see the outcome of the top two teams coming head to head.
"Fuck, come on guys!" Hoseok yells loud enough that you can hear him, and you have the overwhelming urge to yell support back to him but you hold your tongue. His team loses control of the puck and race back to play defense, Hoseok immediately putting his guard back up as he gets advanced on. You only have eyes for him but that doesn't mean you're invisible to everyone else, and unfortunately Brenden is among the pack advancing on Hoseok. You can see him smirk even from behind the glass as he circles up, vying to get the puck so he can take the glory of a goal. Luckily the defensemen keep him off and he skates to behind the goal.
To the crowd and his teammates, it certainly looks like a strategic move to catch the puck if one of his teammates whiffs it around the back, but it's evident to you that he only went there to mess with Hoseok.
"Can't keep the fucking pucks out today, buddy? Still wound up about earlier?" His taunting makes you wince even though its not for you. Wisely, Hoseok gives no reaction. Two players fight over the puck, so Brenden has time to continue. "She's real pretty, you know? Sure you never went for it? You seemed awful upset. Did she turn you down?" Hoseok hunkers down further, taps his stick against the ice again. "Oh, I get it, she's fucking one of your buddies?" Your heart clenches despite knowing its not true, and you want nothing more than to personally punch Brenden in the face. The players fighting over the puck begin to move; thankfully Hoseok's teammates are the ones taking the puck with them. Despite to being time for him to move, too, Brenden can't seem to resist one final jab. "Hey, by the way, when we win- I'm gonna show her what she's missing."
You suck in a breath, shortly getting drowned out by the sound of the roaring crowd as the puck gets closer to the net, playing in tandem to the seconds ticking down. One strong shot at the net and it's over, loud sirens and cheers marking a game well played and victory for the Bangtan Boom. You let out a sigh of relief, glad that the horrific night can finally come to end- until you see Hoseok flying across the ice, gloves disregarded on the ice as he goes. His teammates try to catch him; pull him into a celebratory hug as the announcers praise them, but he bypasses them all and launches straight for Brenden, swinging for the man's face.
Several gasps of shock, including your own, punctuate the air as Brenden struggles to fight back, pulling on Hoseok's jersey and landing a few punches of his own. The refs jump on them as soon as they realize what's happening, and in a flurry of fists and whistles they separate. As always, the crowd cheers as a ref steers Hoseok off of the ice but your stomach turns. Instigating a fight outside of game time will surely cause him trouble- and what would he say if anyone asked him the reason? Goalies starting fights is rare to begin with, but especially so outside of game time.
The rest of the players shuffle into the locker room and you dumbly follow suit, unsure what to do next. You don't dare to go near the locker rooms, fearful of both Brenden and whatever punishment Hoseok might be getting, so you loiter dumbly in the hallway near the bathroom.
Other staff members pass you and wave and you return the gesture without much thought. You have no idea how long you stand there; but eventually the team heads out of the locker room looking showered and refreshed. Hoseok is at the very tail end, emerging behind even the coaching staff. The skin under his left eye is already bruising. Unbidden, your lip wobbles as a sob works its way up your throat.
"Hobi..." you gasp his name before the tears come on strong; blurring your vision so much that you don't see him approach before he's engulfing you in a hug.
"I'm okay, why are you crying? It's not like I've never been in a fight before!" You nod against him but continue crying despite the logic. Hoseok pets your hair down and sighs.
"Let's get to the car first." You offer no resistance as he leads you out of the arena. It cleared surprisingly fast, and only a few cars remain in the parking lot. The two of you don't usually travel to or leave from games together, but Hoseok abandons your cautions for now and gathers you into his SUV.
He turns the heat up to your preferred temperature and makes sure you're buckled before he begins the drive home.
"Sorry for crying, I was just worried about you." You offer, admiring the slope of his nose as he drives. "Just...did you get in trouble for it?"
His Adam's apple bobs. "Not too much, baby. Just not starting lineup next game. Nothing to worry about, I promise. And that fucker deserved it." He takes a left turn much harder than usual, and you know the fight didn't assuage all of his anger. "If you could have heard the awful things he was saying to me, chirping out the ass behind the net when his team needed his help-"
"I did," you offer meekly. "I did hear it. I was behind you." Hoseok's freshly bruised hands flex and tighten on the steering wheel.
"Well then I should have beat him harder. Bashed those smug fucking teeth in until he was spitting them out." He growls and your stomach flutters with arousal over how willing he was to stand up for you, even if you weren't publicly declared as a couple.
"It's okay, Hobi. I wouldn't want you in any more trouble." You pause to admire the lights of the city and how they reflect off of the shine of his hair. "Even though it is pretty sexy to see you fight for me," you tease, placing a hand on his knee and gently squeezing.
"Well, I can tell you that's never happening again." He carefully laces his fingers with your own and you take that as an indication he's starting to feel lighter.
"Damn, so no more fights in my honor? But you're soooo brave, my handsome prince!" He grins despite the heavy night and it makes your heart soar to provide him with the same weightless feeling he gives you.
"No, no more hiding this. Us. I know you're worried about our jobs, but baby, fighting every douchebag player who finds you hot is gonna do a lot more damage than us going official. I can't stand not being able to claim you anymore." Your face flushes at the sincerity in his voice; and as he parks in your garage you pull his face towards you.
He will surely be black and blue in the morning; but it's just a faint pink for now. He doesn't hesitate to kiss you, pressing his chapped lips against your own for only a moment before he indulges in your taste altogether.
"You can claim me whenever you want, Hobi." You whisper against him and he moans, deep and guttural, and you both work to rid yourselves of the confines of the car.
Making it to your bedroom isn't even a conscious decision- your bodies carry you on instinct alone until you're in the unmade sheets from this morning, devouring each other's mouths.
There's no preamble to taking off your clothes. Each of you understand exactly where this is going, and you're too preoccupied with getting his mouth back on yours to discuss it. You groan in appreciation as his smooth skin is revealed, lean and capable muscle taunting you as he sheds his bottoms. Hoseok has always been proud of his body, but the admiration from you never hurts to reinforce his confidence.
You shiver with excitement at the sight of his cock already bobbing at his stomach, the slight curve of it so tantalizing that you forget that your underwear is still on.
Hoseok laughs and bends down to level with you at your spot on the bed. "Do I have to do that for you?" He teases, eyes twinkling as your startle. You start to hesitate but he's already creeping his fingers up your thighs, leaving paths of lightning against your skin. Your underwear are gone in a few tugs, forgotten on the bedroom floor, but Hoseok's fingers remain. They coax your thighs apart, gentle eyes encouraging you to lay back onto the messy sheets.
"My pretty baby..." He muses, ghosting over your pelvis, just above where you're throbbing with need for him. Your hips lift, hoping to persuade him to travel further and he surprisingly relents. A gasp leaves you as he traces the seam of your lips, parting them gently with two long fingers before collecting the wetness already there.
"You always wet for me, or was it the fight?" You know he's only teasing but the arousal in your veins has turned you complacent and pleasantly fuzzy.
"Always," you whine and lift your hips into his hand again, hoping to feel one of his fingers catch along your clit. He seems content to avoid it for now; instead burying the tip of his finger into your opening.
"'m gonna stretch this little pussy out, cause I know you can't take me if I don't." The truth of the words strikes through you, nodding rapidly as your wetness makes way for his finger.
You clutch his strong wrist; able to feel the flex of every muscle in his hand as it works inside of you. A second finger pushes in and your walls adjust immediately, eager to suck in whatever he offers you. His thumb finally presses against your clit with just enough pressure to remind you its there.
"Hobi," you sigh his name and he gives you a signature heart-shaped grin.
"Love it when you say my name like that with my fingers wrecking your little pussy."
"F-for you," you echo as he crooks the pair just right, brushing the spot that makes your eyes roll back. "Yours."
Hoseok moans, loud, and you feel your insides light with pride again.
"That's right, all mine. Mine for ever and ever." He speeds his pace and you choke on a gasp. Pleasure wells in you surprisingly fast and Hoseok knows the signs; your thighs tremble, nails digging into his wrist, and he leans down to steal a kiss from you right before you come.
You moan into the kiss, the gentle ebb of your first orgasm increasing as Hoseok works you through it and nibbles on your neck. Your mind clears and you bristle against the strands of his hair tickling you.
"Hobi, stop it," you giggle, playfully shoving at his head while he extracts his fingers. You can feel his pout against the burning heat of your neck but he easily retracts. Your eyes can't help but track him so you can only watch in awe as he sticks the fingers that were just inside of you into his own mouth and cleans them off with a lewd pop. If you weren't already liquified with pleasure, the look of ecstasy on his face would've done it.
"Look, now we'll match," he remarks casually, trailing his saliva covered fingers over the bruise he left on the column of your neck. You shudder under his touch and the intensity of the stare he levels at you.
A sudden thought wracks you. "Hobi, honey, I never thanked you." You lean into the saccharine sweetness of your voice as you sit up and his eyebrows raise in interest. He seems happy to let you guide the moment, sitting back onto the bed so you can rise onto your knees. Your fingernails bite into the hard planes of his chest and create a tantalizing trail downward over his nipples, between the ridges of his abs. Delight runs through you when he shivers and drops his head back against his shoulders.
"Do you mind if I say thank you?" You tease, finally cupping his cock in your hands.
"Fuck, of course not baby. Love it when you thank me." You can hear the smirk in his voice and you have to hold back a laugh as you lower yourself onto your knees and elbows and waste no time engulfing his cock in your mouth. You lick the tip, circling your tongue the way you know he likes and the praise flows instantly. His hands tangle in your hair and tug you down further, forcing your mouth full as you sputter. Spit escapes you and coats his cock but only aids the glide as you bob up and down on him.
"Shit, baby. I love you and your dirty little mouth," he hazards another thrust of his hips and you swallow around his length in response. "Lettin' me do whatever to you, thanking me for fighting for you, my sweet little girl? Happy to go brain numb and let me use you?" You keen and nod around him, pushing yourself down on his cock until your eyes are watering.
"God, wish I knew that asshole's number so I could show him what he's really missing." The moan that leaves you is instant, rumbling against his cock and inspiring a similar sound from his own throat.
"Like that idea? Want him to know how good you suck my cock?" Hoseok pulls errant strands of hair away from your face and the gentle touch makes your heart kick up in happiness. "Sorry baby, not gon' happen. I'm the only one that gets to see your pretty eyes when you suck my dick." His voice wavers as you choke around him, making a mess of him with the saliva.
You feel his cock twitch rapidly and he sucks a deep breath in. His hands leave your hair to press under your jaw, thumbs resting presently over your pulse points. "Off." He demands, and the edge in his voice tells you he means now, and you have no interest in disobeying him after today.
A string of saliva connects you as you pull off and clear your throat, immediately sitting up on your knees and gripping his wide shoulders.
"Hi, my pretty girlfriend." He muses, kissing your forehead. You highly doubt that you look exactly pretty right now; you had no time to take your makeup off and you know there's trails of spit over your chin and neck.
"Hi, my pretty boyfriend." You mirror, massaging your fingers into his shoulders, allowing both of you a moment to reset and catch your breath before the endurance match coming next. Your insides twist with anticipation as he coaxes you into a sloppy kiss, nipping at your bottom lip with reckless abandon as he guides you to lay down again.
He slots perfectly above you, legs fitting between your open thighs with practiced ease. The press of his hard cock against your pussy makes you breathless and needy for him again; the relief from your first orgasm long replaced by renewed desire.
"Hobi," your face flames in anticipation of your next words, the effect that they'll have on his plans for the night. He locks his eyes on you, expectant of more as he rocks his hips minutely against you. "Claim me?"
"You perfect woman, how could I ever want to do anything else?" Tears well and threaten to spill as he smiles blindingly. "Now lemme..." he traces your lower stomach, enjoying the way you squirm under his touch. Anticipation burns you from the inside out. He finally acquiesces, rearing his hips back to give his cock a few strokes. They're wholly unnecessary, but you still enjoy the show.
"Good?" His voice rasps but you can make it out and voice your readiness. He pushes your knees toward your chest and puts his bruised knuckles on display; a stunningly sexy reminder of what partly lead you here. Your stomach dips and flutters as he presses the fat head of his cock against your entrance.
The feeling of instant relief strikes you both as he pushes in, allowing the contours of his cock to shape your inner walls. With your legs held in place by his bodyweight, he takes the liberty to hold onto your waist; big hands spanning across you and over your stomach.
Your moans leave you unbidden as he works his entire length inside of you.
"Like coming home." He whispers, and the simple statement loaded with so much truth makes you keen, muscles tightening around him.
"Hobi, please do something-" His tendency to start slow was always for your benefit, but right now it was something you could certainly live without.
He puffs out a breath and surprisingly obeys; likely just as needy as you are. He moves quickly, raising the tempo of his hips so abruptly that you nudge up the bed and rumple the sheets even more. His pretty grunts mix with the lengthy moans you can't contain to create a sinful cocktail that only makes you feel more consumed by him.
"Fuckin' like that!" You encourage, eager for him to repeat the exact angle and tempo that made your toes curl.
"Got you, baby. Right there?" He teases, repeating the motion but this time with the added pressure of his hand over your abdomen, pressing directly into the spot where the tip of his cock reaches. You convulse under his ministrations and as reliable as always, Hoseok intuits your needs and strums a finger over your clit. Electricity sparks your veins and you tighten around him, encouraging the stuttered tempo of his hips that signals his end.
"C'mon baby, waiting for you to soak my cock so I can fill you up." A loud moan erupts from you at the statement. "Isn't that what you wanted, hmm? Me to claim you and this pretty pussy all for myself?" He pushes on your stomach again, adding to the pressure already mounted inside your pussy and you only squeak before you cum. The world flashes white behind your eyelids and you feel like you're floating, faintly aware of Hoseok's moans as he praises you for coming.
His efforts double and you fight through the fog in your head to focus on the beautiful expression on his face as he comes, pulsing deep into you. He slumps, beautiful skin slick with sweat sticking against your own as he lays his weight on you. Normally it would be suffocating or annoying- you often had to poke him awake if he laid on you like this at night- but the contact grounded you. His face nuzzles into your neck and you wrap your arms around his frame, tracing the planes of his back as well as you can.
"I love you, Hobi. Like a lot." You don't know why tears burn behind your eyes at the words; they were exchanged between the two of you several times a day. He shifts, pushing his body up over you and beginning the slow removal of his cock. You both wince at the chance but he softens the feeling by grinning at you.
"I love you too, Y/N. Can I ask you something?" He blushes and you instantly worry your brow, curious as to what could have your wonderfully outgoing and vocal boyfriend so nervous.
You nod, cupping his warm, bruised cheek in a gentle hand. He still glows even after such a long day.
"Do you-. Earlier I said that I wanted to claim you," you both flush at his words now that the haze of arousal has subsided. "And as much as I enjoyed that, I meant..." He frowns and you mirror it.
"Can we go public? In whatever way you're most comfortable with, but please, Y/N? I can't keep doing stuff like today." He's sincerely nervous to ask, but your face melts into an immediate smile once you hear.
"Of course we can, Hobi. I'm tired of it too. You know, I think that executive was starting to put the pieces together and it honestly made me want to puke." You grimace but he laughs, bubbly and sweet and everything purely him.
"Baby, he already knows. He wanted to set me up with his daughter a few months ago, and I couldn't come up with a good excuse so I just told him." Your mouth slacks open and he laughs even harder, rolling onto his back and clapping a hand over his mouth.
"I'm sorry, baby. I thought the reveal would be funny. I was right." You roll your eyes and smack his arm playfully, a joyful mirror of the way the two of you began the day at the arena.
"I'm leaving!" You huff dramatically and haul yourself up from the bed, leaving a whining Hoseok behind to go to the ensuite bathroom. All it takes is the sound of the shower running for him to reappear by your side, practically begging to get back in your good graces.
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do I make you nervous?
quick hobi drabble, had this thought literally 10 mins ago and figured I should write it so I won't forget it, so forgive me for any mistakes 🙏 the dynamic between the two could be up for interpretation but I thought it was rlly cute. might make a longer, revised version later.
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it was during the photoshoot for the concept photos of his upcoming album, and you decided to lend a helping hand with his makeup.
"hold still for a second," you said with a breathy laugh, holding his jaw gently to lift his head up to you. you held the eyeliner pencil, using it to mark the area on his nose where you'd be gluing the fake bridge piercing.
"are you done?" he asks, moving his head forward to look in the mirror while fixing a couple strands of his hair.
"no silly, I haven't even put the glue on yet" you said, once again holding his jaw and lifting it. "here, put your hand out" he held his hand open in front of him for you to put the little plastic beads as you put the glue on the eyeliner marks you had previously made.
hoseok looks into your eyes as your face hovers above his, you can feel the tension but avoid the eye contact, smirking ever so slightly. you knew what he was doing, and he knew that you knew.
shyly, you turn around, definitely a bit farther than necessary to put the glue back down. you turned back to him, his head still leaning back, picking up a metal bead out of his open palm.
as your face closens he locks eyes with you once again, a cheeky smile on his face.
"close your eyes" you say while letting out a quiet giggle.
"why? are you putting something on my eyes too?" he asks, closing them as you requested.
"no, it's just.." you trail off, not even sure what you were gonna say, but its pretty obvious youre flustered. and although he can't see it, he can hear your smile as you speak.
he raises an eyebrow with his eyes still shut, opening them just a second later.
"just what? do i make you nervous?" he smirks as he speaks, closing his eyes again.
"oh shut up," you whisper, face just a couple inches away from his as you try to glue the final bead on his face.
and once again, he can't see it, but he can hear the smile in your voice.
"you're so cute"
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On your period
Hoseok x Reader
Summary: Hobi tries to comfort and care for you during your time of the month.
Warnings: insecurities, menstruation, mention of bad past relationship
A/N: Thank you for the request! It came at ironic timing for me, so if it's a little wonky, I'm sorry, just know that I was fighting major brain fog for this.
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When you'd texted Hobi and told him that you weren't feeling well and couldn't go out that evening, you had thought that would be the end of it, plain and simple.
In truth, you had started your period and were feeling pretty shitty, but you didn't want to tell him that, fearing that he would turn squeamish the way your ex always had when the subject came up.
What you hadn't considered was the fact that Hobi was, well, Hobi, which meant that he was immediately calling you trying to find out exactly what was wrong.
"Baby? Are you okay? What are your symptoms? Do you have a fever? What about-"
Although you knew he meant well, his flurry of questions was beginning to make you budding headache even worse.
"Hobi!" You finally interjected, making him fall silent. "I'm fine, I'm just-" You took a breath, "I'm on my period, but it's nothing you have to worry about, so you can just-"
"Wait? That's what's wrong?" He said, relieved. "Why didn't you just say that?"
"I didn't want to make you uncomfortable." You said quietly.
"Why would I be uncomfortable?" He asked, confused.
"I-, I mean, E/n always was." You mumbled, a sudden wave of understanding hitting him at your words.
He knew from what little you had shared with him about your past relationship that it hadn't been the best, to say the least, but the idea that they had made you feel so uncomfortable about something so normal with your own body was heartbreaking for him. He wasn't a particularly aggressive person, but in this moment, given the chance, he would've gladly taken a swing at them for the shit they'd put you through.
"They were an idiot." He said firmly, catching you off guard with his sudden change of tone. "You have nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed of, you hear me?"
You started to nod, before remembering he couldn't see you and muttered a small "yes."
He wasn't satisfied though. "I'm coming over."
"What? Why?"
"To take care of you!" He insisted.
"You don't have to do-"
"I know, but I want to."
Which was why he was now standing on your doorstep with multiple shopping bags and reassuring smile on his face.
"You said you didn't feel like going out, so I thought we could have a night in." He said as he entered the apartment and began to unpack his purchases, which seemed to mainly be your favorite snacks and candy.
"You didn't have to do that." You said again.
"I wanted to." He said, catching your chin gently in his grip so you would meet his eyes. "I mean it, I like looking after you, okay?"
"Okay." You said, letting him pull you into a hug, which you quickly melted into, immediately feeling so much better just from his presence.
"Are you okay? Are you hurting?" He asked as he pulled away, ghosting his hands over you sides, trying to find a way to ease some of your discomfort.
"I'm okay, just tired." You assured him.
"Should we take a nap then?" He asked.
"You didn't come all this way just to take a nap?" You looked at him.
"If that's what you want to do, then yes I did." He grinned down at you before poking you in the ribs teasingly.
You happily spent the evening dozing in and out with him while watching movies, feeling like maybe you'd found your home, with him.
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Oppressive
Businessman!Hoseok × reader
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"To say that I am astonished, is an understatement! Lord heavens! I may be the luckiest businessman to have such a successful young man wanting to do business with me!"
Your father says,not hiding his excitement. Had there been no one in the room, you were sure your father would have been dancing and jumping like a five year old.
You and your father were having dinner with his potential business partner, Jung Hoseok, the heir to Jung Associates. Hoseok was from one of the most powerful and rich families in Korea. He had studied business from the West and as soon as he got control of his father's company, he expanded it across the whole world, making his family more powerful than ever.
So when the young successful man said he was interested in having a partnership with your dad, who had a small yet successful business himself, your father was over the moon.
"Oh, but Mr.L/N, I never said I wanted to do business with you, I am only interested in doing it if you would accept one condition. "
Your father's and your breath hitched at the statement.
"Of course ! Mr. Jung. Anything you want." Your father said nervously.
"I want your daughter's hand in marriage".
Your eyes bulged out of your sockets. Yes, you were living in a century where daughters were supposed to be married off early and were trained their whole lives about how to treat their husbands.
You were eighteen years old, the perfect age for marriage and your father had already started looking for potential suitors.
You had known that your time to get married would eventually come,but you never expected it to be this soon.
"Young man," your father says, standing up. "You have made me the happiest father and man by asking me that question. You have my blessing for your marriage with my beloved daughter" .
Your father looked at you, his face telling you to stand up and accept Hoeseok's proposal.
" Excuse me" you say as you stood abruptly and left the room.
You enter the garden to get some fresh air. You were feeling stuffy inside the room and the green dress you wore made it harder to breathe as you were wearing a corset inside.
You stared at the moon for a while,regretting your misbehavior.
Father would be so upset.
Your mother had died giving birth to you and it was your father who clothed you, fed you and took care of you. He became your mother and your father.
And the time comes for you to repay him, you become selfish and run away?
Making up your mind, and pushing aside your selfish dream of 'marrying for love', you turn to go back into the dining room to apologize for causing a misunderstanding.
However, you were greeted with a gruesome sight.
Right on the ground in front of you was your cat, Mr. Whiskers, a huge scar on its stomach and traces of its dried blood on its body.
You panic, crouching down,shaking your cat, yelling out Mr.Whiskers again and again, only to be greeted by silence.
You start crying, holding Mr. Whiskers close to your chest.
"Such a crybaby you are."
A coat draped over your shoulders and you were met again with the handsome young man who was dining with you.
"It was you who made me do this,Lady Y/N.Your cat would have been alive had you not shown your selfish act in front of me in that dining room and angered me."
Your heart started beating crazily fast at the man's words.
"Now, if you don't want your precious father to end up in the same state as that cat, I suggest you come with me and decide our wedding date with your father, hmm?"
He says, a psychotic smile on his face, yet looking angelic as ever.
You nodded. You laid down Mr. Whiskers and covered it with a cloth.
Hoeseok offered you his hand, which you took to get up.
" As ladylike as ever, indeed you will not disappoint me." He says.
You mustered a smile and stood up to bow down to Hoseok.
" I will do my best to serve you."
You managed to stutter out.
"The colour green suits you. It's my favourite colour as well.Did you know that?" He asked.
You shook your head negatively.
"But I will keep it in mind, sir" you say, gulping and looking down.
He puts his hand under your chin and lifts your face up close to his.
"I'll have dresses made for you in every shade of green,whatever you want, you will have it. You just have to love me. That wouldn't be so hard to do, would it , my darling?"
"Of course not, sir! I already love you from the bottom of my heart and will try my best to please you as your wife."
Hoeseok smiled at your response , knowing he had broken you.
He offered you his arm, to which you immediately linked yours with, and led you to the dining room of your house, where your father awaited, to give him the news of his daughter's engagement.
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OMG!
pairing: idol!jhope x idol!reader
genre: pwp , fluff
word count: 2.2k
warnings: unprotected sex , oral m!receiving, deep throating, dirty talk , crying (minors do NOT engage).
summary: loved by everyone but ignored by the person you want the most. you’re determined to get hoseok’s attention.
a/n: i hope you all enjoy this ! pls ignore any mistakes and feel free to leave any comments/feedback in my inbox (anons are on) 🫶🏾
As an idol, you didn't have much time for romance. No dates or situationships, just you and your music. Though you were lacking in that area, you were very successful. Everyone believed that you were the sweetest angel, so kind and poised. With large audiences all over the world, you were loved for your many talents and visuals. Brand deals with Fenty, working with Dior, producing for artists like SZA. You were adored by everyone, except for Jung Hoseok.
You were infatuated with Hoseok. The way he walked, and talked, you were instantly hooked. You first realized you had feelings for him after meeting him at an awards ceremony. Of course, you loved his music and thought he was super talented, but seeing him in person changed the game. Unfortunately, he wouldn't even look your way. For the past few months, you've been trying to get Hoseok's attention. Batting your lashes at him, talking softly and sweetly. Parading around in your risqué performance outfits, whenever you get the chance.
The majority of your conversations consisted of compliments, admiring each other's music, and plans to work together soon. In all of your interactions, you've only seen him look once. But! He did stare for a long time. In fact, you received looks from all sorts of people, admiring your beauty. You were getting sick of getting attention from everyone but him. This week, you'll have the chance to talk to him again. There were rehearsals for the AMA's and you would both be there. This time, you were determined to reel him in.
You just walked off the stage with your group members. Rehearsals were out of the way, and you could focus on what you truly came here for. Stalking through the halls, peering around different corners, you waited to catch a glimpse of him. Your fellow members watched you from a distance, cackling at your devious antics. They knew all about your crush and encouraged you to indulge in some form of romance.
Finally, he was walking down the hallway you were in. It was nearly impossible to pry your eyes away from him. Admiring his casual yet stunning Louis Vuitton outfit. You whip your head around quickly, praying he didn't catch your wandering eyes.
You hear your name called, and you pick your head up, looking at the man of your dreams. "Hey, Hobi!" You both lean in for a small side hug and you're hit in the face with his alluring cologne. This man smelled and looked absolutely amazing, you were ready to drop dead.
"It's nice to see you again," you leaned up against the wall, gazing into his eyes. His hands are in his pockets as he faces you, dawning a sincere smile, "it's great to see you too! I saw you up on the stage, you guys were amazing." That one compliment has your knees buckling—he watched your performance?! You didn't show it but, on the inside, you were jumping up and down.
You thank him calmly while screeching on the inside. "It's a shame I didn't get to see you guys rehearse, I'm sure you did amazing though." The small talk between you two continues, with you throwing compliments and praise back and forth. The conversation further confirmed that you were indeed crushing on him. Hoseok was charming, just a few words from him and you were mesmerized. You've never been this infatuated with another person before, it was odd.
"Can I just say how great you look," you decided that it was time to make a move, you could only put up with the small talk for so long. Your bold statement caught him off guard, cheeks blushing a bright fuchsia. "Well thanks, you look amazing yourself," his words came out quickly, slightly stammered. His nervousness was apparent, and quite frankly, you were loving every minute of it.
Hoseok's face is blazing hot, while he struggles to look you in the eyes. He's trying hard to hold himself together, but everything you're saying to him sounds heavenly. You're one of the most attractive people he's ever met and you're giving him the time of day; he didn't know how to act.
"I mean it, anybody would be lucky to have you," you tilt your head to the side, refusing to break eye contact, "you're a total catch, kinda surprised no one's snatched you up yet." Fidgeting with the embroidery on his pants, Hoseok chuckled, looking down at his shoes. "I'm really busy, not much time for that," his response was quick yet calm, he was struggling to keep his cool. He hadn't been approached by someone as bold as you, he was caught off guard.
"Poor Hobi, all work and no play. Don't you want to have fun," you question, crossing your arms, "You like fun, don't you?" At this point, you were just messing with him, but hoping that he'd take the bait. Watching him be frazzled by your words was the highlight of your year. He brought his hand up, rubbing the back of his neck, he couldn't stay still if his life depended on it. "I like fun, I'm just stressed these days," his response was the perfect set up for you to pull him in.
"Why don't you let me help you relax."
A few hours later, you find yourself in his hotel room. Hoseok's sitting at a desk while you stand behind him, hands massaging his shoulders. You can't believe that you were really doing this, you've never been this bold before. "That feels so good," he groans, visibly settling into his seat. Your hands slowly move from his collarbone to the buttons on his shirt, carefully undoing the top one. Before you know it, his shirt is open, and your palms are caressing his abs.
Hoseok was enjoying every second of this. The prettiest girl he's ever met rubbing him all over, willing to do anything to make him feel better; he was in heaven. Then reality hit him, "We really shouldn't." He instantly stood up, looking concerned. Your hands rested on the chair, fingers tracing the edges. "We really should," you responded softly yet swiftly. He rubbed his eyes, looking disheveled, and said, "I just don't want to make you feel uncomfortable." He was so sweet and concerned for your well-being. You didn't give a fuck. Hoseok could do anything to you, and you'd let him.
Your hand gripping the collar of his shirt, you pull him down to your level, "but I want you." He stared down at you, looking a little nervous, and what you said next didn’t help. "Don't you want me too?"
His hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his chest. Without any hesitation, he smashed his lips up against yours. Parting your lips, you allowed his tongue to sliver through, battling with your own. Moving away from the desk, you move your make-out session toward the edge of the bed. He pulls away, gripping the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. Your skirt and panties follow behind, dropping to the floor, piling up with his discarded shirt.
Taking initiative, you push him onto the bed, forcing him to sit. Standing before him, you press a light kiss onto his lips. The tingly feeling lingers as you pull away from him. "Been looking forward to this for a long time," your admission comes out slowly, extending your words. You carefully lower yourself to your knees, brushing your hair away from your shoulders.
You sit prettily in front of an excited Hoseok, eager to get his hands on you. His eyes are lazy, and he's sporting the cockiest smirk you've ever seen, waiting to see how well you can handle his cock. Unbuttoning his bottoms, you slowly pull them down, wanting to take your time. Pulling him out of his boxers, you let out a small gasp. You didn't know what to expect, but you were thoroughly impressed. You couldn't wait to sink your claws into him and swallow him whole (literally).
You wrap your mouth around the tip, precum giving your lips a shimmering coat. Letting your tongue carefully flick over his slit. Slowly, your mouth slides down his cock, almost stuffed. Hoseok looks down at you, taking in the angelic sight. "You look so pretty like this," he compliments, hands coming up to caress your face. He wonders how someone with such an innocent image is on her knees for him. He lets out a low groan, overwhelmed by the warmth from your mouth.
He admires your dedication, saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth as you try to fit all of him into your mouth. The sounds of you gagging and slobbering on his cock are divine. Each time his tip hits the back of your throat, he's gripping the bedding under him, trying to fight the urge to explode in your mouth.
You pull his cock out of your mouth, a string of saliva following your lips. Instantly, his hands are cupping your face, and he's giving you a harsh kiss. As you stand up, you're lightly pushed from behind, falling over onto the bed. Hoseok is quick to discard the rest of his clothes, tossing them along with yours. He follows you, his hand smacking against your ass, enticed by the recoil.
Hoseok is behind you, hands rubbing over the entirety of your ass, "So fuckin' perfect," he mutters under his breath. Lining his cock up with your soaked hole, he slowly slides in. You moan in unison, overwhelmed by the pleasurable feeling. His hands come up to your hips, gripping them tightly as he begins to thrust into you. His pace started slowly, allowing you to adjust to his size. "So big," you whimper, leaning your head against the bed.The stretch was refreshing, and you drooled at the thought of being filled with his cock.
Picking up the pace, your hips smacking against each other, echoing through the hotel room. Your arousal dripped from your pussy, making a mess on the bedspread. Each thrust is harder than the last, leaving you breathless. His cock easily slides in and out of your pussy with ease. You were soaking wet since you had your hands all over him. You find yourself trying to move away from him, only to be snatched back against his hips in a powerful thrust. "You wanted my attention so badly; don't run now," Hoseok chuckles, you're practically in tears as your nails dig into the bed. He found your behavior amusing; not too long ago, he was putty in your hands. Now, he has you lost for words, too cock drunk to speak.
Lifting your head, you turn to face the man behind you. "Feels so good," you whine while he continues to wreck your drenched hole. "Yeah? "You take me so well," he says, his words followed by low groans. "Been wanting this for a long time," he shamelessly admits, "thinking about how pretty you'd look on my cock." His words rush to your core. Everything he was saying was music to your ears; he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. Your mind felt hazy, clouded by euphoric feelings and Hoseok. For the last few months, you've wanted nothing more than to be stuffed with his cock, and now you don't want it to end. "Oh, my god," you exclaim as you turn your head to face Hoseok, who is staring at you and biting his lower lip. It was the hottest thing you've ever seen. Smacks and moans can be heard throughout the room, you pray no one has come looking for him.
Too fucked out to form a coherent sentence, all you can do is let out an airy moan. You're hit with a powerful wave of pleasure, letting out a string of curse words as you fall apart on his cock. This doesn't stop Hoseok, he's still ramming into you from behind, hitting all of the right spots. "Look at you, doing so well," the compliment hits you right in your core, and you whimper in response.
Hoseok's thrusts begin to falter, his hands still tightly gripping your hips. "Cum in me, please," you're begging, which makes him lose all of his composure, paired with how tight you're squeezing him. Before you know it, he's letting out a series of grunts and groans. With one last thrust, he's spilling into you. He pulls out slowly, and you both sigh deeply, trying to catch your breath. Sitting back, you both watch his cum drip from your pussy. "So fucking beautiful," He says, staring in awe at the sight, ecstatic to see how messy he made you.
Pressing a soft kiss on your forehead, Hoseok runs his hand down your back as you struggle to pull yourself together. "You did so well for me," he reassures you, before grabbing a towel to clean you up. For someone you didn’t have much of a relationship with, you were surprised that he took such great care of you.
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After you've both cleansed yourselves, you're sitting across from each other on the bed. "Oh, my god! You liked me this whole time," you exclaim, sounding slightly frustrated. You've been showing off for months, thinking he wasn't interested, only to discover he's just as interested in you. Giggles come from the man in front of you as you explain all of your elaborate plans to get his attention. "You were just so intimidating, I didn't know how to approach you." His admission made you feel much better, you knew you weren't delusional!
"So, what are you doing tomorrow night?"
#bts#bts fic#bts x reader#bts smut#jung hoseok#bts drabble#jhope smut#jhope fanfic#jhope x reader#jhope oneshot#bts oneshots#hobi x reader
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Can you please write a bts reaction? they were doing something dumb or embarrassing (remember the time jin has to run in a treadmill wearing a Chinese dress? something like that 😂) with the other members and at that moment their crush walks in how will they react?
thank you for sending this in!! <3
you catch them doing something embarrassing || ot7 || drabble
crack/ fluff
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namjoon
now that namjoon was home alone, he decided to try a new recipe out. ‘for beginners’ ‘anyone can make this!’ the box read and he decided to give it a try. he followed the instructions EXACTLY as it read but he still managed to mess things up. once he cleaned up the mess he spilt on the floor and got what remained on the stove, he was proud of himself for making it this far. he proudly stirred the concoction when the front door slammed open. “hi namjoon its (y/n)!”
your high pitched voice and sudden appearance startled him and he quickly tried to hide the fact he was attempting to make something, but in the rush he instead grabbed the burning hot pan with his bare hands. quickly dropping it, the food exploded everywhere in the kitchen. he slipped on the once-again spilt food and laid on the floor in defeat, holding his burnt hands close.
you rushed in and found that food covered the kitchen; the counters, the floor, even the ceiling couldn’t stay clean. as you rounded the counter, you saw that even namjoon himself was covered. you bend down and grabbed his back to help him sit up. “what happened here?” you questioned with worry.
namjoon looked the opposite way, clearly embarrassed but winced when his hand touched the floor. “dont worry about it, but i might need you to take me to the hospital.” he showed you his burnt hands and as you helped him to the car he tried to pretend like he wasn’t embarrassed, but was failing miserably.
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jin
he made a bet with the members and lost horribly. as punishment, he was forced to wear a dress and jog on the treadmill for 15 minutes straight. after the members laughed and got their videos, most of them left the room. yoongi stayed back only to make sure jin fulfilled his punishment. with only 3 minutes left on his timer, jin shouted out to whoever was listening;
“you brats are gonna get spanked when im done, i swear.” he pants out and turns to see whichever member is there. only he doesn’t see any members, he sees you standing there, a hand covering your mouth as you stand there in shock. he trips over his dress and falls face first into the treadmill, which throws him off and onto the floor. he sits there for a moment, not sure of what to say or if he should say anything at all. he glances behind you and sees yoongi, sitting in his same spot and copying your reaction; a hand covering his mouth except he’s holding back a laugh.
he gets up and walks past the two of you, rips the dress off and practically runs to his car and leaves.
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yoongi
he locked himself away in his room and logged onto the sims after shutting the window blinds. he smiled to himself as he saw the sim he made of you; his wife.
there was a pounding on his door and he groaned, “go away!” he told the members when suddenly jin spoke up; “yoongi, (y/n)’s here!” he jumped up from his seat and opened the door to find you standing there, smiling at him. everyone rushed into his room and before he had time to think, you were sitting at his desk. looking at his screen.
you clicked the mouse around a couple of times and then slowly turned the chair to face yoongi. his eyes widened, and he was about to speak before hobi cut him off.
“YOU MADE (Y/N) YOUR WIFE IN THE SIMS?”
embarrassed, he looked down at his feet as some of the members giggled. his face bright red and palms sweaty as he avoided your gaze for the rest of the night.
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hobi
“okay, how are you gonna show (y/n) you like her?” taehyung asks hobi, his voice slightly echoing in the empty practice room.
“i was thinking of asking her to dance, and doing something like this?” he sounds unsure as he speaks but goes for it anyways. he grabs taehyung’s hand and twirls him around; taehyung stays quiet and lets him do what he needs to. the pair dance hand-in-hand and to top it off when the music hits its high, he lifts taehyung off the ground and spins while holding him up in the air. taehyung laughs at the stupidity of it all right as the practice room door swings open, you standing there with a deadpanned look on your face. hobi freezes, still holding taehyung high up in the air and he realizes how this must look to you.
“(y/n)…” he starts but you simply walk away. he drops taehyung and falls to the ground with him. defeated, he covers his face with his hands to hide his embarrassment
“why did she have to walk in now??”
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jimin
jungkook once again threw jimin to the ground, making the score 0-4.
“jimin give up, i’ve already beat you 4 times now and im starting to feel bad.” jungkook laughs to his friend on the floor.
jimin clutches his side in pain “i need to win at least once” he pants out, clearly exhausted from being thrown to the ground too many times.
jungkook just shrugs and helps him up, and as they begin to fight again jimin hears a noise coming from the practice room door. he figures someone ordered food and it’s the delivery guy so he ignores it. at least he does until he hears your voice. he looks over towards the door and sees you talking with the guys; food in both hands. you notice him staring and smile at him “hi jimin!”
he’s suddenly thrown to the ground and this time he lands on his back. his eyes slam shut as he tries to ignore the pain, gripping his back he tries to stand but ends up back on the floor. he wishes he could die in this moment.
eyes still closed, he can hear your sweet voice yelling at jungkook and suddenly your voice sounds closer and a warm hand lands on his shoulder.
“are you okay?” he smiles and tries to laugh it off but chokes back a tear instead. “y-yea im good” he’s gonna kill jungkook later.
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taehyung
taehyung was finally enjoying a day off. he refilled the bowl of snacks him and the members were munching on before taking it back out to the pool. he carefully walked outside and a movement from the corner of his eye caught his attention. the side gate opened and you joined the members in the backyard. taehyung continued walking, but was no longer watching his step. his eyes were only on you and he called out your name. of course, right as you look his way his foot slips and he falls into the pool, taking his towel and the snacks with him.
the snacks immediately float to the top of the water and he fights to get out from under the soaking-wet towel. he gasps for air once he hits the surface and you’re there to help him out, while the members are laughing at the side. jungkook even managed to catch it on video and taehyung closed his eyes in defeat, knowing the video would be posted online later.
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jungkook
you and the members sat in the living room together, watching movies and playing games. jimin on your right and namjoon on your left. the three of you giggled together as the movie came to an end and jungkook decided he wanted to play a game next. he ran to the other room to grab a deck of cards and smiled to himself on the way back. i hope (y/n) likes this game
entering the living room as fast as he could, he missed jin’s foot stretched out in front of him and tripped, the cards scattering around the room.
he fell to his knees and when he opened his eyes he saw…legs? no. not just any legs, your legs. he looked up and froze. you peered down at him and both of your eyes widened and faces grew red. he apologized and sat on the opposite side of the room as you, trying his hardest not to replay the moment in his mind and fought the urge to leave the room completely.
<3
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BTS
Seokjin
Soliloquy- Angst, fluff, crack, slight enemies to lovers (Part of the BTS World Series)
Working in a hotel isn’t easy, especially with Seokjin around. But one day he needs your help, and his job is on the line.
Yoongi
Sonata- Angst, fluff (Part of the BTS World Series)
After meeting him on the bus, you attempt to help a shy music student shake off his stage fright, just in time for his big show.
Hoseok
Pawed Off- Angst, fluff (Part of the BTS World Series)
After you’re stuck working in an animal shelter, you meet the bright Hoseok, both becoming intrigued by the mysterious owner.
Namjoon
Abducted- Fluff, angst, mystery, thriller (Part of the BTS World Series)
Initially reporting on the winner of a creative writing contest, you are sucked into a life of crime and intrigue after a local girl goes missing.
Jimin
Mochi- Fluff, angst (Part of the BTS World Series)
After renting a room above the rice cake shop, you become wrapped up in saving it from closure with the help of your landlord’s son.
Taehyung
Stranded- Fluff, angst, slice of life au (Part of the BTS World Series)
After your car breaks down in the middle of nowhere and you cant get it towed, a hyper college student allows you to live with him until further notice.
Jungkook
Club Killer- Fluff, crack, strangers to friends to lovers (Part of the BTS World Series)
When arriving at your new school, the ‘Club Killer’ is infamous. With his spirits down, you help him get into the only club he really wants: Taekwondo.
Series
BTS World- Fluff, angst, crack (Completed)
Based on the ‘another stories’ from the game.
#bts imagine#bts fluff#bts au#bts#bangtan sonyeondan#bts oneshot#bts jungkook#bts jimin#namjoon#jimin#taehyung#seokjin#bangtan#bts fanfic#hoseok#yoongi#suga#jhope#hobi#jungkook#jeon jungkook#kim seokjin#kim namjoon#kim taehyung#min yoongi#park jimin#bts angst#bts x reader#bts scenarios#bts imagines
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— masterlist —
welcome to my masterlist! below you will find my series collection as well as my one shot collection. enjoy your stay luvs! <3 xx
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Series:
m=mature
✏️= ongoing
Teacher’s Pet | JJK (M) ✏️
professor/dilf!jungkook x student!reader or jungkook x reader
forbidden relationship!au, sneaky links to lovers au, age gap
Hooking up every so often with your English Literature professor, what's the worst that can happen? Falling in love, perhaps. Embarking on a sexual-turned-serious relationship with your professor Jeon Jungkook a month before graduation, you are as happy as can be. You, Jungkook, and his 4-year-old daughter, Dahlia. Except there's just one teeny-tiny little detail Jungkook failed to mention... that detail being his ex-wife isn't so much of an ex after all.
Teacher’s Pet M.list
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Pretty Like You | PJM (M) ✏️
feminine!jimin x female!reader or jimin x reader
enemies to lovers, feminine!jimin, self hatred au, slight identity crisis, self love journey, smut, sub!jimin, angst, fluff, heartfelt
where jimin is jealous of the beauty that is you, writes about it, and falls apart when you accidentally read it. struggling with the harsh barriers of gender rules, jimin struggles through his freshman year of college as he’s having trouble finding himself. what doesn’t help is that you’re there, in almost all of his classes, completely stunning him. channeling his frustration into his first ever thought journal, he’s almost at peace. that’s until you read it, unbeknownst to him, and everything falls apart. jimin adores you. jimin admires you. but most of all, jimin hates you.
Pretty Like You M.list
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Cigarettes After Sex | MYG (M) *UPCOMING*
yandere!yoongi x shy!reader or yoongi x reader
yandere, dark thriller, high school au, classmates to lovers, fast burn, introvert!yoongi, broken!yoongi, shy/introvert!oc, smut, eventual fluff, heavy angst
A limited series in which a new friendship turns into something uncanny and killer. Min Yoongi, he keeps to himself and struggles with accepting or even finding love. Emancipated at a young age and held back twice due to too many absences, he’s now 19 and in his senior year of high school, living off of the money he gets from making and selling beats online. You, 18, are also in your senior year. And just like Yoongi, you have trouble finding love due to a lack of feeling loved. It’s been a week since you switched bio classes, and your new classmate has caught your eye. However, just like him, you talk to no one. Can the shy girl get the shy boy? And if so, will she be able to endure getting much more than anticipated…
Cigarettes After Sex M.list
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More series are yet to come. . .
One Shots:
☆= smut ♡= fluff ☾= drabble
Each of the works down below are below 10k words !!
a/n: each of the works on the lists are listed from newest to oldest!! (however the order of the members is completely random)
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—YOONGI.
All Night | KNJ ft. MYG ☆
In which listening to music during a smoke sesh with your best friends Namjoon and Yoongi in the studio turns into much more.
Midnight Musician | MYG ☆♡
Waking up in the middle of the night to the sound of your boyfriend playing piano, you follow the noise and end up getting more from him than just a sideshow.
Sunday's Sunset | MYG ☆♡
You and your boyfriend Yoongi spend a lazy late Sunday afternoon in bed, attempting to make soft and intimate love that inevitably turns rougher.
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—NAMJOON.
All Night | KNJ ft. MYG ☆
In which listening to music during a smoke sesh with your best friends Namjoon and Yoongi in the studio turns into much more.
Friendship & Erotica ☆
Your best friend Namjoon gets turned on while reading an erotica in your shared hotel room and decides to accompany you in the bathroom as you prepare for a bath.
Dainty Distractions ☆
While your boyfriend Namjoon takes a business call in the kitchen, you decide to walk out in lingerie and touch yourself in front of him.
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—JUNGKOOK.
in my eyes | JJK ♡
Jungkook is tired of the way you look at yourself and decides to draw out exactly how he sees you in his eyes, in the end making you second guess your self-image entirely and fall in love with him all over again.
accidental | JJK ☾☆
In which your boyfriend Jungkook accidentally turns you on right before bed.
All Mine | JJK ☆ *COMING SOON*
Showing up to the annual company banquet in a risque outfit, Jungkook can't stand the amount of eyes on you. Eager to channel his frustration, he takes you to his office.
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—JIMIN.
sleepless | PJM ☾☆
Hundreds of miles away and unable to sleep, Jimin calls you from his hotel room to help with his loneliness and neediness.
Remind Me | PJM ☆♡
After a dinner where Jimin’s cousin was a little too infatuated with you, you assure Jimin that your heart is set on him and only him and he proves his love back to you in bed.
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—TAEHYUNG.
(on hold)
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—JIN.
(on hold)
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—HOBI.
(on hold)
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More one shots to come soon.
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Do not translate or repost my work to other websites without my permission.
#bangtan smut#namjoon smut#namjoon oneshot#seokjin smut#Jin oneshot#yoongi smut#yoongi oneshot#reader x bts#hobi smut#jhope oneshot#jimin smut#jimin oneshot#taehyung smut#v oneshot#jungkook smut#jungkook oneshot#rm smut#bangtan scenarios#bts scenarios#bts smut#bts fanfic#bts fluff
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Mute | KIM SEOKJIN |
Summary: Seokjin doesn't know how, or why but he's attracted to you, a woman who doesn't speak but can move her hands so effortlessly.
Pairing: Kim Seokjin x f!reader.
Genre: Fluff, smut, drama, humor.
Warning: this is a disabilities story ( is that how you explain it? I don’t know I feel bad :()), very strong themes in here, i'll have the smut warning on the chapters.
☆Chapter playlist ☆Next
#bts#oneshots#bts fanfction#seokjin x you#seokjin smut#seokjin x reader#taehyung#namjoon#hobi#jungkook#yoongi#bts jimin#kim seokjin
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‘I MEAN IT’- Jung Hoseok
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Genre: Fluff
Pairing: Hoseok X F!Reader, friends to lovers
Summary: You finally meet the guy you were talking with for a year. After two month meeting in real life, you go to the beach together with his friends. What do you think is going to happen?
Warnings/tags: nothing but love, kisses and hugs. Going to the sea at night.
Word count: ~1K
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It’s been a long time you and Hoseok were talking, but you guys have never met each other. You both met on a language exchange app and became really close friends, until you caught feelings for each other…
The first time you saw each other’s face was on FaceTime around 8 months after you started talking. Since, you never stopped calling each other.
You both wanted to date, but after a serious talk about your feelings, you decided that it was better to wait to see each other in real life. Many situations could happen: he doesn’t show up, isn’t what you expected or you’re not what he expected, you could be really awkward in real life and more.
After almost a year and calling each other almost every day, you decided to go to Korea to finally meet him. When you told him the news, as expected, he was very happy.
You both met at the airport and everything went well, you didn’t buy the ticket to go back home yet since you had no idea how this would go. But you definitely knew, you don’t want to leave.
It’s been two months you’re in Korea, Busan, living at Hoseok’s luxury apartment. He never had to worry about you using him for his money or fame since he only told multiple month after talking who he truly was. Yours and his feelings were real.
Tonight, you’re going to go to the beach with Hoseok, Jungkook, Taehyung and Jimin. You already met them and they knew how close you and Hoseok are, but you still want to seem nice to them.
It’s 10pm, night, gorgeous and shining stars everywhere above you all and a perfect moon watching over you. It’s a warm night, only a small breeze, and the water is great.
You all went in the water for the first time when you first arrived. Hoseok carried you, hugged you and held your hand. He had no shame in expressing his love for you, even with his friends. You all went back to the beach and everyone was talking. They asked you questions, such as ‘are you enjoying Korea?’ ‘How was your day’ and teased you ‘if Hoseok hurts you, you call me!’ ‘Hopefully you sleep well even with him snoring…’. A typical, chill night.
And when you thought that you would all leave now, Hoseok invites you in the water. All he wants is to talk with you, for him, all of this is so perfect, and you look so ethereal.
He offers you his hand that you accept without a doubt, and he brings you in the water, slowly. You’re both having a casual conversation, he makes a few jokes, you laugh, and you both flirt a bit, until the water has arrived to your waist. You both stop and look at the starry night sky and the beautiful moon. A comfortable silence settles down as he has one of his hands on your waist, slowly caressing it with his thumb. You then look at him. He is your star, and you are his moon. As he feels your stare, he looks back at you and softly smile. The boys on the beach are filming, certain of what was going to happen.
With this smile… you cannot help but look at his soft lips, lit up by the clear night. He notices you staring at his lips, and slowly looks at yours.
‘Is this the moment? Should I go for it or wait a bit more?’
And just like he couldn’t hold himself back, he put his hand behind your head, keeps the other one on your waist and leans in to kiss you. You put your arms around his neck and welcome this warm, gentle, soft and sweet feeling on your lips as he kisses them. This is what you needed. Everything went well since you saw each other, all you were waiting for was to make it official. He pulls back slowly, not wanting to break this comforting, unreal atmosphere. You kiss him back, softly. It’s only him, you, and love.
The boys are running everywhere, screaming silently and filming this moment. They knew that Hoseok was also waiting to make it official.
As you both gently pull back, you smile at each other, and hug. Eyes shining, he looked like he was about to cry. He holds you the closest possible, as if he never wants to let you go.
‘I don’t know if this is too early, but I love you. And I mean it.’
He whispers as he puts his head in your neck.
‘I love you too.’
You would’ve never thought that all of his would happen tonight, but here it is, and you’re happy about it.
The boys stopped the video and immediately took multiple screenshots where your bodies’ shadow looks so good under the stars and the moon. Then they sent the video to the group chat. They thought about leaving to leave you two all alone, but they preferred to stay it case it would get awkward.
‘Y/N, can I be your boyfriend?’
He asked with a sweet voice.
‘Of course, then I’ll be your girlfriend’
You stayed like that, hugging in the middle of the sea for a few minutes before finally leaving.
Because of how tired you were, he carried you home as you fell asleep on him. At home, he helped you shower, get all the sand off of you, then brought to his bed.
‘I hope you don’t mind sleeping beside me?’
He asked, concerned.
‘Of course I don’t.’
You lazily smiled, then closed your eyes and fell asleep.
He watched your sleeping face as he wondered what did he do to deserve you. You seem way too perfect for him, but if you both love each other, then you’re just meant to be.
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Where there's Sunshine, there's Midnight Rain
Pairing: Idol!Hoseok x Reader
Warnings: angst, mentions of struggle, fluff, established relationship, no mentions of reader's gender.
Summary: J-hope is sunshine in human form, but that makes him the midnight rain too. A short imagine of the reader helping Hoseok understand this.
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Another night, tossing and turning alone in a big bed. Waiting.. hoping, for the one who is the hope for a million people around the world. Another night spent reaching the cold side of the empty bed, staring at the sky counting down the minutes till daylight, sighing endlessly. Another night hoping hobi would return to you.
He's been home for a week since the tour but he hasn't been home since then. Even the bags were dropped off by his manager, who has visited three times since to collect the things he needed. As far as you knew there was no comeback anytime soon. There was effectively no requirement for him to stay over at the dorms at least for the next two weeks. Especially when he has a home studio set up in the house you both had bought together and decorated.
His not being home has become a routine, a habit even- albeit an excruciating one. What hurts more is the silence, even when on tour he texts or calls at least once a day. Sighing you open the same old chat to see the latest message from a week ago, the same text you have seen a million times till now.
Boarding the plan home. See you soon.
You scroll up the familiar chat screen and see that the messages become less expressive as the tour progresses. You also remember how the news articles and fan tweets raved more about J-hope the idol’s brilliance on stage at the exact same time. Another pattern you are used to, for every emoji his messages as j-hope had, Hoseok's messages became curt and to the point.
Once again, this isn’t new to you or him. In fact, you both met at the peak of j-hope and the absolute low of Hoseok. You might not have been a die-hard fan of the group but you knew enough to know j-hope was not the same shy, anxious and silent Hosoek you’d met by chance in that café. The contrast between who he has on stage and the person you grew to love were stark opposites. Not that you never saw the sunshine hobi, but he was present almost in equal parts as the Hoseok who walks around with a cloud on his head.
But Hoseok never went silent on you in this way. He might be verbally silent for days or weeks together but expressed his feelings in other ways. This time he was completely absent and that simply wouldn’t do. You gave him a week to himself and he still hasn’t returned home. This will simply not do.
And that’s how you find yourself at the door of his studio, at 2 AM, covered in layers of jackets and holding a bag of the dinner you’d made him today- just like you have done every day the past week.
You hesitate outside the studio, looking intently at the door as you contemplate knocking. You know he’s there, instinctively and also because you asked his manager. Huffing out another deep breath you knock on the door.
Silence.
That’s all there is for a minute before you try to open the door yourself, surprised to find it unlocked. You enter the room which reeks of the familiar scent that screams everything hobi- sunshine, flowers and carefree happiness, only to find your boyfriend curled up on the couch hugging his knees with his head down. You close the door slowly and go near him, he's shivering. The sight of him shatters your heavy heart and you reach out to caress him.
"hobi...", your voice comes out as a meek plea.
He shudders for a second and lifts his head up to look at you. His eyes are bloodshot, his usually plump cheeks stained with tears and his heart-shaped mouth in a frown. You drop to your knees and hold his face in your hands, helping him look at you eye to eye. His eyes immediately dart down and he lowers his knees. Just as he can try to push you away you sit next to him on the couch and turn him towards you. You hold his hand with a grip that tells him that he cannot run anymore.
"Please leave me alone." He begs, more tears streaming down his exhausted and ashamed face. You offer him a smile, not one of pity or empathy, just a smile of love.
"You had enough time. I won't let you hurt on your own."
Your voice comes out harsher than you intended but it works as he looks up, eyes now curious. In that second of pure vulnerability, he looks like a child. You reach out and wipe those damned tears away from his face and he leans into your touch.
When he talks again his voice cracks, "I knew I would end up hurting you eventually."
"You didn't hurt me hoba." He looks at me pointedly, "Of course, I did... look at us. I spent a week in the studio because I am too fucked in the head to be with you. All the other guys went home and are happily resting with their partners and I left you alone after months of being away... all because I feel like a fraud. Because I can't figure out why I am this way and why I never have any of me to give you. When I should be giving all of me to the one I love with my whole heart."
By this time he is on your lap, your fingers running through his hair, his hands holding your other hand for dear life.
"Everyone is a little messed up in the head. But it is even harder for someone like you who spends all his time giving every bit of happiness and kindness to everyone around you." You hear him sigh and he starts drawing patterns on your palm as you do the same with his scalp. "I don't really do all that you know..", he sounds unsure and you sense the venom of self-hate dripping in his tone.
"They call you human sunshine for a reason hobi."
He freezes in place for a second and nods slightly. You pause for a minute to look at him, really look at this exhausted, loving human who does so much for everyone around him and so little for himself. He notices the long pause and starts with his patterns again on your palm and settles on your lap. You realise that he needs to see himself for all he is and accept all that as it comes. And you hope he will let you stand with him the whole way.
"Hobi, you are human sunshine. I know it makes you happy to make everyone smile, to take care of your brothers and friends. I know you love being the reason to light up someone's day and being their hope. I also know that you do that because it's what gives you hope for yourself. But...". You pause to gauge his reactions but he shows none and taking that as a good sign you continue.
"But the thing is you are not sunshine... you are human. To be human is to understand that where there is sunshine there is also midnight rain. The more you give, the more you need to. To be sunshine is to burn yourself for others and that is not good for you. So it is okay for you to take your time. To soak in your rain, to be silent and just receive. It's okay for you to rest and pause... Hobi, it's okay for you to receive my love and happiness so that you can give it back tenfolds. You are human and you need your own dose of sunshine too."
He looks up at me with wet big eyes, this time the heart-shaped mouth turned upwards. He slowly gets up, never letting your hand go and moves closer and pulls you in a hug. He holds on to you until there is no space between both of you and rests his head on your shoulder. You reach out one hand to caress the back of his head and hold him by the waist in the other hand.
Time ceases to move as you both sit there, him slightly whimpering into your shoulders and you trying to ease all the pain from him. Hoping that the personification of hope himself will learn to accept himself- one deep breath and a tear at a time. Hoping that he can learn to embrace the rain that follows Hoseok by being the sunshine that j-hope is.
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A/N— soooo i know and they were roommates is unfinished but ive got crippling adhd so im gonna post one of my good ole nameless smutty oneshots. pls keep in my mind, the entire time i was righting this, i imagined cha eunwoo….
Warnings— Smut. like the most ive ever written for public consumption, jealousy, name calling, reader is sus asf, itty bit of angst, not beta-ed, this is a couple months old, minors DNI
Word Count— 2.5k
Song recommendation— OHMAMI by Chase Atlantic; Burn it by Agust D; Jealou$y by The Neighbourhood; Okay by Chase Atlantic;
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The rain beat down on the hood and windshield of the bass-laden car. You could barely hear your thought over the revving of the — frankly annoying — sports car you’d angrily nestled yourself into five minutes prior.
His hand gripped the wheel like it was his lifeline and his jaw was clenched into a tight square. In a different situation, your hands would be roaming with how, for lack of better words, hot he looked. But tonight wouldn’t be one of those nights.
Not when he’d caused such a big scene at a party he’d dragged you to. You’d been perfectly content, wrapped in your Hogwarts fuzzy blanket on the couch, watching reruns of The Office.
It’d been him showing up to your house clad in cracked leather and tight fitting jeans that had you jumping into the first clubbing dress you could find in your mess of a closet and plopping happily into the passenger seat of his car.
Neither of you, however, foresaw the amount of alcohol you’d drink or the way you sought comfort from the first pair of arms that’d wrapped themselves around you. In hindsight, you really did fuck up, but his reaction wasn’t nearly as necessary as he thought it to be. He’d angrily bulldozed his way through the crowd to get to you, snatching your arm into an aggressive hold and seething equally as raged into your ear.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” It was harsh and bitter coming from a mouth that only ever whispers sweet nothings to you in such close proximity. Probably coaxing you off the edge while you were wrapped so delicately in his sheets.
“Having fun. Could you loosen your fucking grip, dude?” His eyes widened and rage was more present than ever.
“Fun? You call this… this slutty behavior, fun? Get a fucking grip. We’re leaving.” And then he was dragging you out of the superficially large home and gently shoving you in the direction of the car.
All of this, leading to the present moment, both of you silently heated on your respective ends of the car. The silence on his end was what was making you upset the most and it didn’t take long for you to make a passive aggressive statement as a silent ploy to get him to say something.
“What a fucking joke.” It was all you could muster when you could quite literally feel the heat emanating off of him. It was uniquely you, though. You’d credit that to the wits of your mother.
He intakes a sharp breath and tightens his hands even tighter around the wheel. With the open silence you’d figured he’d ignore the quip and had another half-assed quip on the tip of your tongue when the car suddenly swerved off the road to the right and jerked to a hard stop.
He turned to you and his anger was more visible now. His face was a dark shade of red and his lips were pulled up into a snarl over his straight, gleaming teeth. All of it brought to a sinister package tied off with a scary bow by his dark eyebrows, furrowed under the fringe of his hair that’d slowly started to grow in wavy strands and now covered the majority of his eyes— which were squinted mockingly.
“‘A fucking joke’? That's all you have to say about the shit you pulled tonight? You want a fucking reaction? You got one.” And in an instant, his long, slender fingers are wrapped around the base of your neck all the way around to the nape. He jerked you forward until you were nose to nose and you could feel the harsh breath blow against the top of your lip. He smelled of liquor and his normal warm, earthy, wood smell that’d you grown to love so much.
You weren’t the only one intune with your lover. He could feel the subtle hitch in your breath and the way your pulse thrummed aggressively under his fingers. He watches as your eyes flutter close before blinking open and meeting his gaze head on. Your eyes were soft and you slowly went slack in his hold. He’s gotten you right where he wants you and his lips curl up into a cheshire grin at the thought.
His lips skimmed over yours as he spoke his next words.
“You belong to me. You want to go flaunting what you have between your legs like some bitch in heat, but you’re mine,” He watched as your eyes closed again and you let out the softest whimper he’d ever heard from you.
“Do you understand me?” He squeezes again and watches the way your eyelids flutter when your eyes roll back. When he doesn’t receive a response, he playfully nips at your bottom lip, licking his tongue across the bite apologetically when you moan.
“I said, do you understand me?” You hum in agreement and jerk forward a bit in his grasp, chasing after his lips.
Unfortunately for you, that wasn’t the response he was looking for, and just when you were sinking into the feeling of completely drowning in him, he pulled away completely, and you feel the rumbling of the car purring to life, once again.
“I guess you forgot how to use your words.” His condescending draw sends shockwaves through your body, bringing you back to the present moment while simultaneously making you aware of the way you kept throwing yourself at him like you weren’t just purposefully trying to piss him off fifteen minutes prior. But the steady heartbeat between your legs and the aching need to hand yourself over to him and let him do as he pleases with you was too much for even someone as prideful as you to bare.
So before he shifts the gear stick, you grasp his wrist in a solid grip and you mumble exactly what he wanted to hear. “I understand…” He smirks, turns the key in the ignition before snatching it out and sending you a sideways glance.
He reached his hand on the side of his seat and watched as your face morphed from confusion to pure desire as he reclined his seat and lowered it.
“I didn’t hear you, pretty girl. Wanna repeat that for me?” He moved his hand from under yours and used the leverage of your lowered guard to manhandle you across the center console and into his lap.
You stable yourself with your hands on his chest, but your focus was completely on the way his mouth twisted and curved with every word he spoke.
“I understand.” He prides himself in the fucked out look on your face and he hadn’t so much as glanced at the pussy he’s so rightfully claimed as his.
“Good girl. Always so good for me, yeah? With the exception of tonight of course,” He laces his fingers in between yours and lands them gently in his lap as he regards you with a fake look of thoughtfulness. He pulls a faux look of sudden genius before he plasters on the fakest sweet smile he had in him. “I think you owe me an apology, beautiful.”
You nod dumbly at him, waiting for him to give his first command of the night. In the state you were in, you’d be willing to jump if he asked the only question you’d pose is ‘how high’.
“How about…” He dramatically taps his finger on his chin thoughtfully before pinning you with a dangerous look. “… you take those pretty little panties off and show me what’s mine?” You were quick to follow his command, reaching under your dress and fumble with your underwear until you awkwardly got them down your leg and threw them into the passenger seat, where you were sure you were going to lose them.
He hummed in approval before cooly delivering his next command. “Now lay back on my chest. I want you to watch while I show you why no other man could please you the way I do.” And it was like second nature the way you settled into his lap, back lying comfortably against his chest. You both watched with bated breaths as you spread your legs and he couldn’t help but groan at the sound of the strands of slick formed and snapped the wider your legs got.
“Now do me a favor, baby. Don’t take your eyes off my hands, okay? Can you do that for me?” You hum out an agreement and are quickly met with a sharp slap to your pussy. “Use your words, sweetheart.” He mutters, sinisterly, into your ear. His tongue peaked out and swiped over your earlobe before he continued to pepper kisses all over the back of your neck and the parts of your shoulder the dress exposed. One of his hands stroked the inside of your thigh, just out of reach from where you wanted him, while the other languidly rubbed circles into the skin of your stomach right under your hiked up dress.
You gasp at the sharp pain of the slap— it immediately turned into a moan as he rewarded you with an apologetic rub to your neglected clit.
“I can do it.” You mumble out, lips trembling a little. He was quick to catch that and the way your eyes watered as well.
“Look at you, baby. Already crying and I haven’t even touched you yet.” He chuckled darkly and you had half a mind to wonder if this was affecting him as much as it was you, if it were for the twitch of his cock and the jerking of his hips right under your ass.
He circled his thumb on your clit in slow circles, staring intently at your face. He cursed under his breath at the way your head dropped back on his shoulder and let out a moan he could feel resonating through his whole body.
“Look at that, baby. Look at the mess you're making.” You lift your head to see the mess you’d created on the crotch of his jeans and leather seat of the car. He hadn’t even breeched your weeping pussy but that didn’t stop you from dripping a puddle underneath you.
You groan and raise your hand over your eyes in embarrassment, much to his dismay and his quick to let you know.
“No, No, honey. Put your hands down. Let me see that pretty little face.” Any other time you’d probably aim to wipe the stupid — but handsome — grim off of his face, but the way his hands roamed and his deep chuckle resonated through your whole body like ground rumbling thunder had you burrowing yourself further into his embrace. You dropped your hands from your face and craned your neck to get a good look at his face.
The guy was handsome on a good day and absolutely, panty droppingly sexy on a bad one. You lucked out with this one. You were easily reminded when the hand that was on your stomach slid seductively up your chest, past your neck and gripped your chin.
He softly jerked your head in the direction of the steering wheel. He tsked at you teasingly and bestowed a strategically placed kiss on the back of your neck. “Pay attention, baby. Don’t disobey now.” You could hear the sheer glee in his voice.
His thumb continued its ministrations, only speeding up when you jerked your hips in search of more. He wasn’t going to give you much more of anything until you asked, but he couldn’t really torture you the way he should. Not when you moaned and mewled so prettily the way you were. And it was all just for him.
He watched as you squirmed and arched and he knew just what you needed. He watched your face screw up in utter euphoria as you gasped, begging for more. Your voice was pitched up and you were practically whining but it was music to his ears. The way he could break you down to nothing and build you back up again, he wouldn’t have it any other way.
“What is it that you want, honey? Tell me. I can’t give it to you if you don’t tell me.” He slowed his thumb down and listened in utter amusement as you groaned in protest.
“Don’t… don’t stop. Keep going.” Your words were slurring together and your tongue was heavy in your mouth. Your chest was heaving and there wasn’t a single thought in your brain.
“Tell me what you need.” His words were clipped like he was angry but you could feel the weight of his fingers continuing to grip your chin and the grip grew tighter the longer the silence stretched.
You groaned in frustration as his thumb slowed completely to a stop. “I want you. Your fingers. Your cock I want it all. Please.” You begged and wiggled your ass over his dick as a last ditch attempt to convince him.
It didn’t do much but amuse him and harden his cock until it was straining against his jeans. He was composed otherwise and if it weren’t for your fucked out state, you’d be working harder to change that. But you were desperate. Sweat had started to accumulate on your forehead and your legs were beginning to cramp. It was insane the way he could turn you into a shell of yourself in mere minutes.
“Then be still, pretty.” And as if he controlled your every move, you stopped. And his grin was shit eating.
“Good girl.” And just like they’d never left, his fingers were exactly where you needed them. He circled your entrance teasingly before plunging knuckle deep.
His fingers were languid and lazy in their stroke and thumb brushed leisurely against your clit. You gasped for air and easily accommodated the intrusion.
He listened blissfully as you whimpered and groaned quietly. It would be too much like him to continue like this until you clumsily stumbled over the edge. Tonight, however, you would have to work for it.
You preened and arched your back when he quickened his pace. “Feel good, honey?” He muttered sardonically into your ear. But you answered anyway, moaning out a loud yes.
He kept his pace, allowing the palm of his hand to slam against your clit and it wasn’t long before the telltale signs of your approaching release became more and more apparent.
You gripped his wrist and whispered continuously for him to ‘Keep going’ and ‘Don’t stop’. You sounded so pretty and he felt a little bad when he did what he did next.
“You close, baby?” He asked, faux interest dripping from his words like venom. You hummed and responded, too lost in the feeling he induced.
Then, it was all gone. His hand, the feeling of his breath on the nape of your neck, the trance inducing words. All of it. He’d completely withdrawn from you all together.
“Guess you’ll have to wait.” He said, false concern lapping away at his words. “Don’t want to ruin your fun.” He deposited you gently back into your seat and ignored the tears welling up in your eyes.
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My Prisoner
Summary: You were trying to buy a new notebook for your writings, not expecting to get lost in a forest you didn’t recognize from your map. After passing the same tree multiple times, you stop to rest for the night, only to be captured and taken to a King’s castle for judgement. You weren’t expecting a Fae King to keep you as his...prisoner?
Paring: Fae King Hoseok x Human Writer Reader
Genre: soulmate au, fantasy au, middle ages au,
Word Count: 2.8k
Warnings: the mc not being a weak human, mc writes smut because why not, captured mc, talks of magic, king hoseok is possessive and protective, mc gets slapped, some poor rib dislocations, mc tries to stand up for her self, allusions to torture, mc kept as a prisoner, some slight insecurities from the mc, king hoseok is kind of deranged but its okay,
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You are almost certain you are lost.
Like, if the slowly descending sun wasn’t an obvious indicator, you had passed the same tree at least three times. And you only know it was the same tree because it had a specific notch in the trunk that looked like a diamond. You didn’t know how much longer you could go before it got dark, and your horse was beginning to tire.
Deciding it was time to make camp for the night, you steer your horse off the path towards a larger willow tree, the base of the tree large enough for a shelter if the weather becomes unfavorable. Letting your horse look for food, you settle at the base, your gab in hand as you pull out your map and try to make out a different path you could take.
You were heading towards a village near the south, about a two-days ride from your own village. The market at this specific village was known to have good deals and a healthy amount of foreign goods that would migrate over. You were looking for a notebook, one that was sturdy enough for your writing.
You were a writer, one who created different romance type books for women. You had your own stall at your village’s market where you sold these books. They were advertised as recipe books and sewing books, but all the women in your village knew. You were still in a time where women independence and pleasure was taboo, and if the men in your village knew what you were doing, you would be sol—married off.
You had been a ward of the village after your parents died from a fire that happened when you were a child. You were taken in by the village’s scribe, who wrote down every birth, death and marriage as well as other historical events within your small community. This is where your love of writing blossomed and grew into what it is now: a passion.
You were getting ready to scrawl down a new path within your notebook when you heard your horse whine, somewhere past the line of trees to your right. You stood up, sword drawn when you were pushed down. Your head was in the dirt, a hand pressed to your skull as your hands were bind behind your back and your things confiscated.
“Hey! What is the meaning of this?” You ask the men, you counted three, as you were pulled up. By your knowledge, you hadn’t trespassed onto anyone’s property, nor did you manage to lose yourself in someone else’s kingdom; you had made sure you didn’t enter any territory that you weren’t familiar with.
“You are under arrest for trespassing on King Hoseok’s land without proper papers. We are taking you to the castle where you will be tried.” Your eyes widened in shock. You hadn’t even heard of this man nor his kingdom before. As far as you knew, you were passing through King Min’s territory. How in the world did you stray so far from the path marked on your map?
The two men on either side of you, holding onto your elbows, began to carry/drag you forward, passed the line of trees and deeper into the forest. It was as if you passed through one of the fairy tale books your mother used to tell you when you were a child, ones filled with scary dragons and mighty knights.
“Hold on a minute. I’ve never heard of a King Hoseok! I was passing through King Min’s territory only minutes before we stopped!” You tried to plead with the guards, their attire telling you they worked for the royal family, but their emblem made no sense. It was a sweet looking flower, a small smiley face in the middle.
The men ignored you, only tugging you further into the forest. You cursed under your breath, trying to release yourself from their grasp. You received a shove in the ribs instead, making you gasp at the pain now radiating from your abdomen.
“What was that for! I have done nothing wrong!” You yell at the man who elbowed you, your glare shooting daggers at the man.
“Just shut up and be quiet.” He only spared you a glance, making you stick your tongue out at him. As you turned your head it seemed like a veil was pulled over it. Suddenly you weren’t staring at a never-ending forest, you were looking at a large castle, two large towers almost blocking your view of the sky.
It made no sense, you were just staring at a forest of green, but now was what seemed like mere meters away from the entrance to the castle.
“How…?” You tried to question, but were silenced by a slap to your cheek, your head turning from the force. You could feel your cheek burn, the skin surely hot to the touch. Looking to the guard who told you to shut up before, you kicked him in the back of the knee, knocking him to the ground and making the other guard grab you by the stomach, pulling you into him with a knife to your neck.
“How dare you!” The guard was about to hit you again when someone cleared their throat behind your group. Everyone froze, the man clearing his throat again. You could see the anger on the guard’s face at being interrupted, his anger shown by his clenched fists as he moved them to his side before turning to face the newcomer.
“May I remind you that all trespassers are to go before the King before any punishment is dealt?” The newcomer speaks, an aura of authority surrounding him as he looks down on the guard who hit you. It has you biting back a smirk as you watch the guard being berated for his actions.
“No Sir.”
“Then why does she have a handprint on her cheek, and a dislocated rib?” Dislocated rib? Is that what that pain is? You weren’t entirely sure how the man knew about your rib, or that it was dislocated, but you didn’t argue.
“Never mind. I don’t want to hear your excuses.” The newcomer moves towards you, pushing the guards out of the way before helping you to your feet, the previous guard having dropped you to the ground when he pulled back. Once back on your feet, he brings you to the doors of the castle, the two doormen didn’t hesitate to let you in, bowing slightly to the man who pulled you along.
“I am the Marshal of King Hoseok’s court. I am to take you before him so he can decide if you are to remain prisoner here, or if you are to be let go.” The man spoke in a hushed tone, raspy in his age as he moved. You only nodded, not wanting to push his buttons.
You had witnessed a Marshal before, and only before he beheaded a thief who tried to steal from him in front of the village you were visiting. You knew how much power the man held compared to you. You knew nothing of this kingdom or its people, so you knew your safest bet was to remain quiet.
You walked for a couple of minutes until you entered a grand room, glass ceilings and what seemed like walls made of trees. You couldn’t help but gasp at the beauty of the room, wondering how architecture like this was unseen and unheard of where you grew up.
“Marshal Kim! How nice to see you so soon again! What do you have there?” Your head turned to the front of the room, a man with sharp features sitting upon the throne. He wore a flower crown that seemed almost as elegant and regal as the man himself.
King Hoseok watched on as you stared at him, your own features catching him off guard. You were the most beautiful creature he has ever seen, and he was the King of the Forest. A Fae in his own right. He recognized instantly your status as a human and couldn’t help but wonder how a human made it into his territory. The only way a human could enter were if they were part supernatural themselves, or if they were a mate to someone within the forest.
Given his feelings upon seeing you, he figured the latter.
He narrowed his gaze on you, looking for any sign of discomfort or pain as he noticed your hands bound behind your back. He could see you favoring your right side, and almost growled at the handprint covering your left cheek. He could feel the vines growing behind him and took a deep breath in, trying to calm himself from killing someone. He didn’t want to scare you off before he even got the chance to have you.
His eyes latched onto his Marshal’s hand on your elbow, making his eyes flash green before he was sitting up straight in his seat. “Let go of her before you lose your hands, Marshal Kim.” You felt the quick removal of the Marshal’s grasp, his body moving a foot away from yours as he flinches at the King’s tone.
You were still looking forward, watching the King as he looked at you, his body standing up from his throne and walking in a slow pace towards you. You stayed frozen, not wanting to underestimate this King. You knew something was off, with everything, but you didn’t want to die from your own foolishness.
“Who touched you like this?” He was closer now, hand inching closer until he held your chin in his grip, tilting your head every which way as if he could sense whose handprint was left behind.
“Knight Ahn, Sir. He and two others found her just inside the borders before nightfall. Said she was trespassing.” Marshal Kim is the one who spoke up, as if you couldn’t talk on your own. Well, you couldn’t really with the way the King was gripping your chin and cheek.
You watched as King Hoseok’s eyes flashed green, a growl like sound rumbling from his chest as he turned his head to look towards his Marshal. You were surprised at the calm aura leaving the man, as you would have already started crying at the look coming from the King in front of you.
“You know where to put him. I would like a few words with my new… prisoner.” With a wave of his hand, the Marshal was leaving, going to bring the man who hit you only the King knows where. You were blindsided by the way the King was acting, not able to guess his next move.
When the doors to the large room closed, you fought yourself to cry right then and there. You knew what the price of trespassing was, and you would have rather not died in the place where you nothing about anything.
“Please, Your Highness, I had no clue I was trespassing on your territory. You see, your territory is not on the map I have, and I was merely trying to pass through to head south to the large market within Queen Hyolyn’s territory. I mean no harm.” You practically pleaded with the royal, trying to convince him to let you go.
The King only hummed at your words, his eyes looking you over, from top to bottom as his eyes still glowed their unnatural green. It reminded you of one of the fairytales you read as a child, with a monster whose eyes glowed red when they were hungry. You truly hoped that wasn’t the case here.
“My little human…I don’t think you realize the implications of your entry into my land. You see…” Hoseok walks in a circle around you, admiring you from every angle as he tries to explain your place here, with him. “The second you walked onto my land, you became mine.” He stopped as he stood in front of you, his finger moving forward to tilt your head up, your eyes now latching onto his own.
Seeing the confused look on your face, Hoseok moves to explain further.
“You see, my darling little human, this is the Forbidden Forest.” Your eyes grow wide at the mention of the forest you were always warned against entering. You didn’t know how you managed to stray so far from your marked path.
“Only those with supernatural blood in their veins, or mates of those within can enter through the barrier. I wonder which category you fall under, my dear.” You can feel the sweat beginning to fall from your brow as he moves closer, his lips now only centimeters away from your own.
“Seeing as you are now mine, I think it would be best of you were taken to my chambers.” He abruptly turned from you, moving back towards his throne as the doors opened again, this time two women moving forward and bowing before the King. “Take my darling human to my chambers. But,” He growled out the last word, turning to look the two women in the eyes as he did, “do not touch her. Only I can have that privilege.”
It was as if time stilled for you, your eyes caught on the King as the two women ushered you out of the room and up a couple flights of stairs. You were brought to a large door that was the only one in the long hallway. It opened into a huge room, one that had the King’s bed up a couple of stairs and on a platform about a foot above the rest of the room.
There were plants everywhere, and it reminded you of a cozy common room with different chairs and a couch surrounding a small table. A bay window stood opposite the door and overlooked the Forbidden Forest. It was absolutely beautiful and had you not wanting to leave.
Once the women left, you could hear the door being locked behind you.
You didn’t know what to do. You were only supposed to be gone for no less than a week, and now you were trapped here. You had no clue why the King wanted to keep you, despite his explanation. There was no way you were supernatural, apart of the stories you read as a child, nor were you a mate to anyone, especially the King. You were not worthy of the title or position.
The King was way to handsome to be paired with the likes of you, you thought, brushing your hand through your hair as your nerves got the best of you. You could feel your frustrations growing until you had tears building in your eyes. You were scared and worried about what this meant for you.
You sat down on the bed, expecting a soft mattress and blankets only to sit on something hard. You turn around, standing up a little only to see a couple of notebooks and a set of pens. The notebooks looked as though they cost a fortune, more gold coins than you had in your possession. Leather covers in different colors you were not familiar with. You were sure they were not here when you looked over the room before.
Picking up one of the notebooks, you looked over it, opening it up to see a small note inscribed onto the inside cover.
My darling Human,
I heard you were a writer.
How in the world did he know that? It’s not like you were able to speak more that trying to garner your freedom. So how did he know that you were going to the market in search of quality notebooks. Despite the means with which you were given the notebooks, you held them to your chest, not letting them go even as you fell asleep in the hours that passed since your capture.
It had to have been past midnight when the King eventually returned to his chambers only to find you laying on top of the covers, notebooks he had brought to you clutched tightly to your chest. Your face was calm, sleep capturing your silhouette perfectly in his eyes.
He couldn’t help but to thank his witches for bringing you to him, causing your horse to forge on the path he desired. He had done enough waiting for you to come on your own, and had to do something to have you by his side.
It looked like his prisoner would be his wife soon.
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Hoseok & autumn please
"What are you carving into your pumpkin?" Hoseok asks, coming around the table to spy on your creation. You turn the pumpkin away from him, hands on your hips.
"Hey, no peeking!"
He throws his hands up in defeat. "Alright, alright! You win," he laughs. "I'm nearly finished with mine."
"Give me..." you squint at the clock. "Five more minutes."
"So, ten."
You grab a handful of pumpkin guts. "Don't make me throw this at you."
Hoseok whimpers. "No need for that!" He settles down once you put the pumpkin guts back in the bowl, chuckling to yourself. "So...where's your boyfriend tonight? Working?"
Your jaw clenches. Your boyfriend hardly had any time for you anymore. Between his new job and his perky coworker, you knew enough to know that you had to end things before it got ugly. Coming to Hoseok's tonight for your annual pumpkin carving night was supposed to be a therapeutic experience.
"Yes."
Hoseok's eyebrows arch. "That bad, huh?"
You force yourself to set the carving knife down, for fear of the anger roiling up in your veins. "He's obsessed with his new job. And he's got this coworker - she's hot, Hoseok. Like, jaw-dropping, unbelievably so. And sweet and smart and hot."
"You said hot twice."
You laugh, dry and high. "Then you get the picture! All they do is spend time together. Even when they're not at work, they're always on the phone for something important." Shaking your head, you lift up the knife once more, making the final few cuts. "I'm breaking up with him in the morning."
"Good."
Looking up, you catch sight of Hoseok's expression. He isn't looking at you, instead staring at his pumpkin as though ready to crush it.
"Woah there, buddy. Don't ruin your masterpiece over some idiot."
Hoseok blinks. "I - I'm sorry. How are you feeling about it? I thought you were head over heels for this guy."
You shrug. "I...was. Unfortunately. But, he changed. I didn't. I couldn't keep up with him." You step back, turning your pumpkin around. "There! All finished."
Hoseok stands to study your pumpkin. "Princess Peach?"
"Princess - no! It's a little pumpkin! You know, I thought it'd be cool. A pumpkin on a pumpkin?"
"Oh, right. Right." Hoseok nods vigorously. "I see it now. It looks..." He looks to you helplessly.
You meet his eyes and can't help but laugh. His laugh makes you laugh even more, leaving you clutching your sides and wiping tears from your eyes.
"It feels good to laugh like this," you gasp out a few minutes later. You walk over to Hoseok's pumpkin only to start laughing all over again. "What is that supposed to be?"
Hoseok's laugh turns wry. "What do you mean? It's Bowser!"
"Ah, that explains the Princess Peach comment. You've got Mario on the brain."
"Precisely." Hoseok looks at you with the same old half-smile he typically gets around you. "Hey, I've got an idea."
His idea turns out to be his best one yet. Setting up with a sledgehammer he borrowed from a worried looking neighbor, Hoseok positions your pumpkin in his backyard.
"Alright! Welcome to our first annual pumpkin smash!" He announces as you cheer. "Imagine this pumpkin to be your soon to be ex-boyfriend. I want you to take it all out on this sweet, innocent pumpkin."
You roll your eyes. "Sweet and innocent? Yeah, right."
Hoseok claps. "That's the spirit! Now, let the pumpkin smash begin!"
You both whoop and holler as you smash into the pumpkin, watching bits of orange fly around the yard. Hoseok cheers loudly as you laugh, teeing up like a golfer before hitting a chunk to oblivion.
"That's right! There you go!" Hoseok cheers as you demolish the pumpkin. You're panting when you hand the sledgehammer to him.
"Who are you going to imagine?" You ask. A weight has disappeared from your shoulders. You were right - coming here tonight really has turned out to be therapeutic.
Hoseok's grin is frightening as he examines the sledgehammer. "Same as usual whenever I do this kind of stuff." He shrugs, hoisting the sledgehammer over his shoulder. "All the boys that ever hurt you. All the times I couldn't stop it from happening."
Before you can respond to that, he's swinging, crashing into his pumpkin with resounding force.
"You don't -" you watch as Hoseok hits it again. "You don't have to save me, you know."
He glances back over his shoulder, that same half-smile looking a little worse for wear. "I know. You're perfectly capable."
"You -" thwack! "You're wonderful at picking up the pieces, Hoseok. I'm sorry that I'm such a mess-"
Hoseok's jaw is working as he watches a piece of the pumpkin fly. Leaning against the sledgehammer, he lowers his head.
What you'd give to know what was going through his head right now. Despite the want - the need - the run forward and ask him just that, you remain frozen in place. This is a subject neither of you have ever touched before. It's off-limits. An unspoken rule: you're friends.
Nothing more.
Yet standing here watching Hoseok, you find yourself desperately wanting everything you've never had with him.
Hoseok swears under his breath before throwing the sledgehammer down. When he turns to face you, there's a wild look in his eyes.
"You're breaking up with him tomorrow?"
You nod slowly. Intensity rolls off Hoseok in waves.
"Then what?"
"...what do you mean?"
Hoseok is breathing hard, but you don't think it's from the pumpkin smash. "I'm going to do something stupid."
"What?"
Hoseok doesn't answer. He strides over, leaves crunching underfoot as he reaches for you. You're reaching, too, you think. There isn't enough time to know for certain before Hoseok's lips crash onto yours.
You're set aflame as your hands dig into his sweater, your senses on fire. He smells like pumpkin and firewood and his voice is choked as he whispers out your name.
"...hmm?"
Hoseok holds your face in his hands, looking strangely heartbroken. "Then what?"
Then...what?
The reality of the situation hit you hard. You stumble back, eyes wide. Hoseok already knew the answer, but you didn't want to say it.
"Then," he says, and you finally understand why his smile is only half-full. "We both need time to figure this out. You need time to be on your own, you haven't had that for years."
You're shaking your head already. "No - no, I can figure that out here, with you. Can't I?"
"You could...but."
He's right. You'd been in and out of relationships for years. If you were to be here, with Hoseok, you needed to be fully here.
And right now, you weren't sure you even knew who you were without a boyfriend.
"Tell you what," you say, hands running through your hair. "Same time, same place, next year. I'll go. You're right - I need time to myself to sort me out."
Hoseok nods. "We'll still keep in touch. We're friends, first."
"Will you..." you trail off, worry imbuing your tone. "Will you still want me, then?"
Hoseok's laugh is sweet as pumpkin pie. "I'll always want you."
The second annual pumpkin smash would be the best yet.
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