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readyplayerhobi · 4 years

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Flower | 39

; Hoseok x Reader

; Genre: Fluff

; Word Count: 4.6k

; Warnings: Drinking, mentions of pain

; Synopsis: You finally decide to take a dip into the world of online dating and find the Flower dating app. One of the top matches for you proves to be a guy who looks to be your complete opposite; tattooed, pierced, a metalhead and oh…incredibly handsome. What happens when you throw caution to the wind and reach out to him?

; A/N: Much faster this time, huh? For only the second time in the story...enjoy Hoseok’s POV! I hope you enjoy it and please reblog if you do so others can read <3 let me know your thoughts in a comment or ask! :D

; Flower Masterpost

“Everyone, take a shot,” Jimin says loudly, thrusting the tray holding a dozen or so filled shot glasses around the table. “Good, good. Now, let’s drink to Hoseok defying all our expectations and getting married!”

The younger man is already half-drunk, never being one to go slow or take it easy when there’s plenty of alcohol around. Hoseok isn’t particularly surprised, not when the group had already visited three bars by this point. It was his bachelor party tonight, only two weeks before his wedding and his friends were determined to give him a good time.

He’d been adamant that he wanted absolutely nothing to do with any strippers or anything that could be accidentally misconstrued. The last thing he needed was you thinking he’d cheated only weeks before the big day. Plus, he just wasn’t into that anymore.

Instead, he’d asked Jungkook to try and plan something that would avoid stuff like that. Hoseok just wanted to have a good time with his friends, not potentially cause a scandal. Thankfully, his best man had agreed happily and had instead planned the night to be a series of bar hops around the city. The day had involved everyone driving an hour to a place that let them drive quad bikes, do archery, have some paintball matches and loads more.

He was hurting from the paintballs, particularly the awful gauntlet they’d made him run at the end in which everyone had formed a tunnel for him to run through while shooting the shit out of his ass, but he’d enjoyed every minute of it. Now, he was just comfortably buzzed while some of his friends were well on their way to drunk.

Namjoon, who was currently suffering from his toddler’s inability to let him sleep past 5 am lately, looked half asleep across the table from him. His eyes were glazed and unfocused, jaw slightly dropped as he tried to focus on the glass in front of him. Jungkook had placed it there about ten minutes ago, full of water.

All of the guys were here today, having made sure to block out the time to celebrate with him and he felt a little shy at all the attention surprisingly. You didn’t have any other male friends, which meant his friends were all he had in his groom’s party. Six groomsmen for him and five bridesmaids for you.

You’d had to diplomatically pick between Chungha and Soyeon for your maid-of-honour, ending up with Chungha being chosen. Hoseok was forever amazed at how strong the friendship was between you all. Decades of media had taught Hoseok was women saw each other as rivals in everything and he’d been beyond worried about the fact you had to pick between your two best friends.

Reality had been a good slap in the face though, and he’d learnt over the four years of being with you that he should firmly ignore everything the media said. Your best friends had been gracious with each other, both trying to encourage the other to take on the role before Soyeon had given Chungha her full support. It amazed him but also made him happy that you had such a good friendship with them both.

The final space in your bridesmaid lineup wasn’t filled, and Yoongi was going to be walking alone at the end. You’d kept the space free to symbolise his sister, letting her be a part of the ceremony even if she couldn’t be there physically.

That had gotten him a little choked up when you’d told him your plans, but it had made his parents cry when he’d, in turn, told them. Any lingering concern that his parents might not actually like you had vanished then. Your sweet insistence of making sure she was a part of the day and not forgotten cementing your place in his family.

He’s brought back into the moment by Jungkook slapping his back hard, causing him to wince and almost spill the entire shot out of the glass. Glaring at him, Hoseok pushes him back before swallowing what was left of the shot. It makes him cringe, the taste of the straight vodka, not his favourite.

“Man,” Jimin sighs, flopping back into his seat before running his fingers through his hair. “Can you believe it? Jung Hoseok. Getting married. If you’d have said that in college, I would’ve laughed hysterically at the thought. The only thing I thought you’d marry was your dick into any available pussy.”

His words make Hoseok’s nose wrinkle, even if he couldn’t deny what he’d said. It was still amazing even to him that he’d finally found someone that he genuinely loved and who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. For his friends, it was probably even more fascinating. Yet here he was.

Loving every moment of it.

“You know, I’d have thought after four years that you all would have come to terms with this. It’s not exactly a surprise anymore.” Hoseok was pleased that he hadn’t drunk enough to have his words be slurred. The last time he’d been truly wasted had been when he’d decided to introduce you to the lovely male concept of a dickcopter. Not his best moment.

Perhaps one of his funniest though.

“We have come to terms with it. Still a surprise though.” This comes from Namjoon, causing Hoseok to give him a betrayed expression. Of all his friends, he’d have thought that Namjoon would’ve been the one who understood how his life had changed upon meeting you. While Jimin had married Eden since Hoseok had met you, everyone had known that Jimin was one of those guys who wanted to have a loving, monogamous relationship.

He was the one in their group that had fantasised about marriage even in college. Meeting Eden had been the icing on his cake, even if neither of them was too sure whether they wanted kids or not.

But Namjoon had been much like Hoseok during the first years of college. Something which had certainly surprised you when you’d found out. Despite how diligent he’d been at his studies, Namjoon had discovered that he was attractive to women. Combined with the help of his friends to make sure he presented himself to highlight all his best points, such as his tall and broad physique which only looked better with a few workouts or how glasses seemed to make the girls swoon, he’d been in his element.

And then he’d met Amelia in his final year, falling hard and defying everyone’s expectations. There had been many heartbroken women, and men, around campus upon finding out that Kim Namjoon had finally succumbed to love.

They’d consoled themselves in Hoseok’s bed instead, for years afterwards as well.

Images of all the girls he’d entertained throughout his life ran through his mind like lightning. Girls of all skin colours, heights and backgrounds had graced his bed, or him theirs. All of them beautiful and worthy of a fun night, or at least ten minutes of his time.

He’d used to be one of those guys who was proud of his sexual prowess, safe in the knowledge that he could probably get any woman he wanted with some effort. It made him cringe now. Hoseok had never been one of those asshole guys who’d bragged and boasted about his body count, but he’d not exactly been subtle either.

Throughout those years, he’d been adamant that he didn’t want a proper relationship. Hoseok had been more than fine with one-night-stands and short-term relationships that were probably better as being categorised as friends-with-benefits. He hadn’t thought he could monogamy. The thought of reducing himself to one woman and denying all the delights that life had to give him was dissatisfying.

The Hoseok from back then was a fucking idiot, he thought now. A self-centred, dick-centric idiot. The very idea of what he’d been was embarrassing to him now, making him more than thankful that you’d never met him back then. You’d deserved way better than whatever he’d had to offer.

Hoseok knew that he couldn’t go back in time to change things. But he also knew that if he was given the chance, he probably wouldn’t either. Because as humiliating as his old self had been, he knew that it had formed the person he was today. And if he’d been open to a serious relationship for all those years, then he probably wouldn’t have met you.

So, yeah, he wasn’t proud of his past. But he wouldn’t change it. Not when he knew that he’d finally grown up in time to find you. You’d shown him that relationships weren’t something to roll his eyes at or be afraid of, that love was something he was deserving of and was also capable of giving.

And here he was now, frowning at the glass in front of him on the table and being a sappy idiot. The way he kept drifting away from conversations made him wonder if he was a little more than buzzed, but he found that he didn’t care. He was enjoying himself, even if he kept having these more serious thoughts.

It was a good job none of the guys could hear his thoughts now. They already gave him enough grief for going googly-eyed over you, as they called it.

Shifting back into the conversation, he realises that everyone is now talking about who they think will be next to get engaged. Hoseok is a little surprised at how quickly the topic had moved on, but given his friends, he’s also wondering how long it’ll take until it changes once more to how many farts a human can hold or something dumb.

Still, it’s his bachelor party and he feels the need to get involved. So he throws an arm over Jungkook and gives him a smirk, raising his brows in expectation.

“I bet our little Jungkookie here is going to be next. Got any plans on popping the question to Soyeon?” He grins broadly, taking in Jungkook’s expression with pure amusement. The younger man looks remarkably like a deer caught in headlights with his expressive eyes wide and sparkling with their usual youthful exuberance alongside more than a little alcohol.

“I-er,” He stutters, his cheeks turning a rosy pink even in the lowlight of the bar that makes everyone snort with laughter. “I haven’t really thought about it.”

“Bullshit!” Jimin’s small fist slams down on the table hard, causing the multitude of glasses to shudder and some of them to clink together. It also causes most of the guys around to almost clawing the ceiling with how hard they all jump. Eyes squinting at Jungkook, Jimin points one finger at him in an accusatory manner that seems a little out of proportion for the question.

“You’ve been together...a while now,” Hoseok’s shoulders jerk as he tries to hold in the snort at Jimin’s lack of numeracy skills suddenly. “There’s no way you haven’t thought of it. Women think we don’t think about that kinda shit but we do! And you’re the biggest fucking romantic on the table, Jeon Jungkook!”

His words are more than a little forceful and Hoseok has to bite his lip to stop from laughing, particularly when he glances at Jungkook’s shellshocked face. Alongside those impossibly large and wide eyes, his jaw has now dropped open and he’s staring at his friend in disbelief. Taehyung has an equally surprised look but Yoongi is nodding along in agreement, nursing his glass of whiskey that he’s had for at least half-an-hour now.

“He’s right, you are. I mean...you cried at Hercules when Meg died, remember?” Everyone goes quiet as they try to recall the incident from long ago. Even Hoseok is trying to remember it, his head tilted before giving up. There have been so many incidents of Jungkook crying at films that the Hercules one doesn’t even leave a mark.

“Sorry I have emotions, unlike you lot.” Jungkook is pouting now, crossing his arms over his chest. On another man, it’d probably look a little intimidating given the way his biceps bulged in the black dress shirt he’d put on or the way the buttons strained a little from his shoulders and chest. But Jungkook’s face negates that with his lower lip pushed out almost comically and his cheeks full.

Hoseok can’t help but reach over and cup them, squishing them until everyone laughs at the sight and making cooing noises to him. It’s with resignation that Jungkook lets him, his deep sigh brushing past Hoseok’s fingers while his shoulders slump.

Almost immediately, Hoseok is reminded of how you call Jungkook the baby of his friendship group. It’s with a grin that he realises it’s true. He’s their baby, despite the fact he’s bigger than most of them all and can probably kill them just by squeezing their head between his arms.

“Girls dig that. Soyeon likes it, right?” Taehyung comments, brow rising from where he was sitting. His arm was resting on the back of the seat, body looking long and lean with his legs spread. He hadn’t been lucky enough to be in the booth itself and had had to grab a chair from another table.

There’d been more than a few hungry looks given to him from other patrons in the bar but Taehyung had remained oblivious, his long black hair ruffled from the day's activities and tiredness on his face. Although part of his obliviousness may also be because he was both asexual and aromantic, so it may be more than he’s purposefully not paying attention to it.

“Let’s not generalise women,” Seokjin interrupted, reaching out to gesture wildly with his bottle of Asahi beer. “It’s rude and they get angry when people do that.”

Everyone pauses to look at him with eyebrows raised, wondering where that came from. But no one questioned it, instead shrugging or nodding in acknowledgement to avoid him going on a rant. Not that there was anyone who didn’t agree, but the last thing Hoseok wanted was to listen to a bunch of drunk guys debate that.

“Anyway, I think she finds it more amusing. Like...sweet but...mostly funny. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Soyeon cry at a film yet. Maybe I just haven’t found the right film or genre yet.” Jungkook has a thoughtful look on his face, his gaze distant and Hoseok realises that he’s probably too tipsy for this kind of conversation.

From personal experience with Jungkook, Hoseok did not doubt that he would spend far too long having internal conversations, arguments and debates without even realising other people were talking to him. If anyone thought Jungkook was introverted normally then they hadn’t seen anything until he was drunk.

“Keep looking,” Hoseok says cheerfully, taking another shot and trying to clean his tongue with his teeth to remove the flavour. “You’ll find it eventually. I discovered that Meeps doesn’t cry at most things but she will cry at videos of cats that have been nursed back after being hurt.”

“Well...duh.” That comes from Taehyung, who’s giving Hoseok a serious ‘wtf’ look right now. It makes him feel a little self-conscious and so he grabs one of the random beers on the tables before taking a swig.

“Yeah, who wouldn’t cry at that? What the hell.” Placing a hand on the table, Yoongi looks at them all with a serious expression that could almost sober a person. It causes him to start ranting on about animal rights for the next five minutes, no one feeling brave enough to interrupt him. When Yoongi got going, everyone had long since realised that it was better to just let him get on with it.

By the time he finally stops, sitting back with a triumphant expression on his face before swallowing the last of his whiskey, everyone else has already finished another bottle of beer. Almost like they were trying to get themselves drunk as fast as possible to cope with Yoongi’s insistence that people who hurt animals should receive the same injuries back to them.

While Hoseok agreed, he didn’t quite like hearing about some of the incidents that Yoongi was talking passionately about. It made him think of Kasumi and Ciri, which made his chest hurt.

He was a bit of a baby when it came to his furbabies.

Suddenly though, he’s overwhelmed with the intense desire to go home. To see his dog and stroke his cat and cuddle with you. Blinking slowly, he stares at the bottle before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone. The bright light as he unlocks it causes him to squint, trying to avoid being blinded before he realises with a shock that it’s after one in the morning.

His day had started at 10 am when he’d met up with all the guys at Jungkook’s place. They’d then made their way to the place for the day’s activities, having spent until 4 pm there before heading back to Jungkook’s to change into some clean clothes for their drinking time. Soyeon had been amused as she’d watched them all emerge almost like a new man, clean from the quick showers they’d taken and ready to get wasted.

But now he was tired. And holy fuck, he hurt. Hoseok had avoided trying to get up whenever possible. Which meant he fucking needed to piss right now, but moving hurt. His joints ached like fuck from all the activities while his body hurt so bad from the paintballing.

Licking his lips, he finished the last of his beer before sighing deeply. It caught the attention of the others, despite the music and noise. Upon seeing everyone’s gaze on him, he smiles at them.

“Okay guys, this has been a pretty great day. Thank you Jungkook for organising it and thank you to everyone for coming. It means a lot to me. Now, before I get too sappy...I’m going to head home.” He’s already organising for an Uber on his phone, ignoring the outraged noises that start from everyone.

It’s Jimin that’s loudest though, his voice rising in pitch and yet simultaneously getting deeper as his accent gets a little stronger.

“What? It’s not even late! We’ve still got plenty of drinking to do.” Now he’s the one pouting and Hoseok notes in amusement that Seokjin and Namjoon are nodding in agreement. Taehyung doesn’t seem to give two fucks, either way, giving him a lazy shrug before taking a drink of what Hoseok realises is a glass of water while Jungkook remains quiet.

“Guys, it’s one in the morning. I know that I’m flaking out early, but you guys can keep drinking. I’m okay with it, honestly. I just...I’m really tired. A little drunk too, probably not as much as you’d all like but enough for me. Also, I have a bruise on my ass that’s probably the size of Ireland from all the fucking paintballs you fired at me. I hurt.” He whines out the word, wanting to wiggle almost like a child but the pain that shoots up from his asscheek causes him to inhale quickly and still.

“Shit, does it hurt?” The question comes from Jungkook, who’s scanning Hoseok up and down as best he can. It’s not a good attempt given he’s had a little too many drinks and he doesn’t seem to be able to lift his head properly once it’s gone down too far, causing Hoseok to snort.

It doesn’t stop him from giving the younger man a droll stare, which he can only see when Hoseok forcefully lifts his chin back up. “Yes, it fucking does. Why do you think I’ve barely moved all evening?”

“Sorry.” Jungkook’s face is scrunched up and Hoseok knows why he looks so awkward. He’s pretty sure he may as well have Jungkook’s name imprinted on his back in bruises from how many times he’d been hit by him. The guy was far too fucking good at paintball, something Hoseok had regretted agreeing to within five minutes of being in the arena.

“It’s okay. But I’m done for the night. I’m going to go home and sleep so fucking hard. Meeps might think I’ve died in the morning or something.”

“Morbid.” Yoongi chuckles, tipping his new glass of whiskey towards him before grinning.

“Yep. Really glad that I asked for this to be done two weeks before the wedding. I’d have been like an old man if I’d agreed to do it the day before.” The very thought of having to hobble up the aisle made him cringe.

A notification on his phone distracted him though, the Uber app telling him that his ride is here. He feels a surprising amount of relief at being able to go home, the thought of his bed almost like a siren call that was too tantalising to resist.

“And with that, my Uber is here. Thank you for today, really,” Hoseok lets out a yelp of pain as he stands, gingerly holding his ass and causing everyone to simultaneously laugh and look concerned. “I appreciate it. It was fun and I enjoyed it all.”

It takes him another few minutes to finally get out of the bar; hugs being given out repeatedly to the guys while he accepts all their praise and well wishes. The Uber was idling by the side of the road and he wished that he could slump inside but instead, he had to gingerly get in and position himself with the least amount of pain.

To make it even worse, he had to explain to the very sober driver that he wasn’t shitfaced but was actually in pain from the earlier paintballing. That had led to a whole conversation that Hoseok hadn’t anticipated, lasting the whole trip as he’d discussed where they’d gone and the activities they’d done. The guy seemed to be very interested in it and had given him many congratulations when he’d found out that Hoseok was at his bachelor’s party.

It never failed to amuse Hoseok how easily people wish congratulations upon finding out as if they felt obliged. What he didn’t quite appreciate was the guy's remarks about marriage, which were more than a little derogatory. Hoseok didn’t know why anyone would think it was a good idea to disparage marriage to someone who was only weeks away from marriage.

As he was leaving the car, he put on a polite smile and thanked the driver for the trip. Once he was out though, he resolved to not leave a good review. Maybe he sounded a little harsh, but having to listen to how he should ringfence all his finances to avoid them being leeched by his soon-to-be wife for whenever she inevitably cheated or left him had been more than he could handle.

If Hoseok hadn’t been tired before, he sure was now.

Opening the front door, he kicks off his shoes with a heavy sigh before heading into the living room in darkness. Ciri is in her cage, fast asleep until Hoseok unlatches the door and calls her out. She’s slow to react, her little body tired until he opens up the backdoor and lets her out. He figures that you can both have a nice lie in if he lets Ciri out now.

Closing the door once she’s out, he heads into the bathroom and brushes his teeth while peeing before washing his wash. He gets to see how badly bruised he is in the mirror for the first time and winces at the sight of the already black and blue flesh, knowing he’s going to be in even more pain tomorrow.

Sighing, he towel dries his face before heading out and letting Ciri back in. He’d love to have a little cuddle with her but he’s too tired, so he just puts a treat into her cage to coax her back in before giving her an attentive stroke and locking it. She’s too busy eating her chew eagerly to notice him.

Heading to the bedroom, he pulls off his clothes in the dark before fumbling around to find his pyjamas. He’d go to bed in just his boxers but he wants to try and give a little bit of coverage to his poor body for tonight. Which is why he doesn’t even know if he’s put them on the right way around or not. Hoseok doesn’t even care, he already feels asleep.

There’s a little light when he gets over to the bed from your clock, the numbers glowing brightly in the night and highlighting your face as you sleep. Kasumi is curled up against your stomach on top of the covers, her eyes blinking slowly at Hoseok as he leans over to give her a stroke as well. She gives a quiet chirp of appreciation and he smiles softly at how her body vibrates as she purrs, her paws flexing and closing as she pads at your covered thigh.

And through it all, you don’t even stir. Your breathing is slow and steady while your body is completely relaxed, unaware he’s even arrived home. Hoseok doesn’t even realise he’s smiling until he lets out a soft laugh, knowing that you probably won’t wake up at all. Once you’ve fallen asleep then you’re truly out like a light until the early hours of the morning so he has no fear of waking you up.

Carefully, he climbs into bed and throws the cover over himself with a quiet groan as his limbs feel so heavy. He can’t even remember the last time he hurt this badly. It takes way more effort than he’d like to admit to not wake you up and have you coddle him. Mainly because you’re grumpy when you’ve been woken up.

What he does do though, is shift onto his side that doesn’t have the most bruises before carefully shuffling closer to you. A soft mewl of pain leaves him as he does so but he doubts he could get in any position without some level of discomfort right now. So he’ll be damned if he denies himself some comfort in cuddling your sleeping form.

Wrapping an arm around your waist, he moulds himself to your back as gently as he can before letting out the deepest sigh he’s done in a while. His whole body relaxes, causing him to almost whimper as the pain he hadn’t realised he had is exacerbated by his now lax muscles. Fuck, that’s the last time he paintballs with Jungkook.

Pressing his nose to your back, he inhales deeply. You haven’t even moved, despite all the jostling he’s done behind you and there’s no change to your breathing. Taking in the comforting scent of you, he recalls his earlier thought process about his past. Feeling you solid and warm in his arms provides him with a sense of peace that he’s never found with anyone else, causing him to feel content despite his discomfort.

Yeah, he wouldn’t change a thing if it meant he ended up with you. And he doesn’t care how cheesy it sounds. In only two weeks, he’d be marrying you. He was allowed to be as sappy as he wanted, whether it was internally or externally.

You deserved to be praised and shouted about and goddammit, Jung Hoseok was going to worship you.

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magicsmutshop · 4 years

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When You See My Base Line - Pt 4 (Final)

Part 4 of 4

Pairing: Jung Hoseok/Reader

Genre: Multi-chapter smut

Rating: Explicit

Word count: ~2800 words

Warnings: Sex, drooling over Hoseok's perfect face and body

Summary: You and nude model Hoseok finally put the velvet chaise in the art room to good use.

Navigation: part 1 | part 2 | part 3

Hobi: Out walking Mickey, look at this cute squirrel!

You: Aww, it kinda reminds me of you…

Hobi: 😳😂

You spend the next few days glued to your phone. Hoseok keeps up a steady stream of emoji-laden texts with cute anecdotes from his dance classes for kids and pictures of his fluffy little dog, Mickey, while you share the latest gossip from Ashley and snaps of your trip to a park to sketch. And you’ve bonded over a shared love of taking pictures of your food--somehow Hoseok managed to make a picture of Panda Express orange chicken look magazine-quality without filters. But you haven’t yet managed to actually get together to share a meal, despite your best efforts.

You: Going to that bar by the rec center with Ashley, do you and Namjoon want to meet us out?

Hobi: Wish I could, but have to cover the 4 year old ballet class, the teacher is out sick 🤧

You: Boo, I wanted Namjoon and Ashley to meet each other!

Hobi: Oh, is that all… you don’t want to see me???? 💔

You: Nah, I’m good. 😝

Hoseok has been crazy busy with his full-time job as a choreographer and his nighttime dance classes at the rec center, while you’ve been working a few late nights for a big work project, so you haven’t been able to see him in person. But that hasn’t slowed down your texting in the slightest. Hoseok’s cute selfies are a consistent bright spot in your day.

Hobi: New jacket, what do you think?? <picture>

You: Looks amazing!! But are you wearing yellow shorts with it?

Hobi: Thought you loved the yellow shorts 😘

Not all of the texts were so innocent. There was the night he wasn’t able to meet you at the bar, so you decided to send him a little reminder that he still owed you something…

You: You still haven’t returned them, Hobi.

Hobi: ???? Returned what?

You: Look how empty my drawer is. <picture>

Hobi: Ohh.. thought you proved the other night that you don’t need to wear any.

You: But those are my favorite pair.

Hobi: Looks like you have plenty of other nice pairs right there.

You: I want these.

Hobi: Yeah? How about a little trade?

You: <picture>

Hobi: Good girl. <picture>

That had been a very satisfying evening, but by the time the next art class rolls around, you’re pent up with longing and anticipation to see Hoseok again.

When you walk into the classroom, Hoseok greets you with a beaming smile and a casual hug. As he wraps his arms around your waist, he leans in and whispers into your ear, “Can you stick around after class today?”

You blink up at him. “Sure, I’m free.” You sound equally as casual, but your heart rate is starting to pick up.

“Good.” he gives you a squeeze and a wink and then disentangles himself, whipping out his phone. “Look at what Mickey did earlier, he was adorable…” His cologne lingers in the air as you will yourself to calm down. What is he up to?

As always, the art class speeds by fairly quickly once you’re in the sketching zone. You’re working on your final drawing of Hoseok, who has his back turned to you and your classmates, showing off his defined back, narrow waist, and muscular ass. During the breaks, as he chatters away to Namjoon, you can’t help but wonder what he has planned for afterwards.

Finally, 2 hours have gone by, and Namjoon calls the class to a close. As you slowly pack up your satchel while your classmates file out of the room, Taehyung turns your way. “Are you in for the bar tonight?”

You stutter. “Um, no, I think I’ll pass tonight.”

Taehyung frowns in disappointment. “Boo, why not?” You can’t help but look over at Hoseok, but Jimin jabs Taehyung with a sharp elbow.

“Don’t interrogate her, Tae. She obviously has other plans.” Jimin links elbows with him, steering him towards the door. Jimin looks back at you and makes an obscene expression with his tongue. “We’ll see you next time, byyyyye!”

Willing the blush out of your cheeks, you busy yourself with putting your pencils away in your bag. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Namjoon with a mulish expression on his face, shaking his head at Hoseok. However, Hoseok leans in and whispers something into Namjoon’s ear. Whatever he says brings a reluctant smile to Namjoon’s face.

Finally, Namjoon digs a key out of his pocket and hands it to Hoseok. “We’re even, ok?” He grabs his bag and heads out of the classroom with a nod to you, leaving you and Hoseok alone for the first time.

“What was that all about?”

“Namjoon owed me.” Hoseok leans back on the velvet chaise, looking relaxed but in perfect control. You can’t help but follow the way his robe rides up his thighs as he casually spreads his legs. Naturally, Hoseok notices where you’re looking. “Didn’t look your fill earlier?”

Maddeningly, you blush again. Despite having gotten this man off--and having him get you off--he manages to fluster you like nobody else.

Hoseok pats his thighs invitingly. “Why don’t you come a bit closer?” As you start to approach him, he speaks again. “But leave the clothes behind.”

You stop in your tracks. Say what?

Hoseok smirks, blatantly looking you up and down. “You’ve gotten to see my body so many times at this point. Don’t you think it’s time to return the favor?” He leans forward, propping his elbows on his knees, watching you intently.

“Here?” you look behind you at the door, which is firmly shut. The hallway beyond is dark, Namjoon clearly having turned off the lights behind himself. The lightbulb dawns over your head--this is what Hoseok got the key for. You look back at him.

“Here.”

The clear desire in Hoseok’s eyes makes you brave. Never breaking eye contact, you slowly strip your clothes off, one piece at a time, until you’re standing directly in front of him in nothing but your lacy panties. He tears his eyes away from your hard nipples to raise an eyebrow at you.

“I thought you might like to take these off yourself, since you still haven’t returned my other pair.” You cock your hip, sending him a smirk of your own as he brings his hands up to encircle your waist.

Hoseok growls. “I’ll buy you five more pairs if you let me do this.” He hooks his fingers into your panties and tears them off in one smooth motion.

“Hobi!” you shriek in surprise, your face turning red.

“Yes, baby?” He calmly tosses the shreds to the side, and takes you by the hips again, pulling you down into his lap.

You try to scowl at him, but he kisses you firmly, stroking his tongue against yours. All the thoughts fly out of your head as he caresses your back and sides with his slender hands. “God, you’re beautiful,” he mutters lowly, ducking his head down to kiss your shoulder. You’re getting the front of his robe wet as you grind down into his lap.

“Says the art model,” you shoot back at him. Pulling back a bit, you fumble with the knot of Hoseok’s belt, pulling the sides of his robe apart. Once his chest is revealed, you press back up against him, sighing at the feeling of his bare skin against yours. But before you can enjoy it for too long, he flips you around until you’re on your back on the chaise, blinking up at him. The casual display of his strength sends a tingle throughout your entire body.

Hoseok sits back on his knees in front of the chaise, shrugging his robe off his shoulders until he’s as bare as you. His cock hardens as he fully takes in the sight of you lying on the chaise. “You deserve to be the one who’s up here, but I have to admit... I like being the only one who gets to see you like this.” Hoseok leans forward, taking one of your ankles in his hand. Slowly pulling you down the chaise towards himself, he trails his lips up your leg, sending little shivers throughout your entire body. He stops to nibble at your inner thigh before sucking--hard.

“Oh god--Hoseok--” You instinctively reach out towards him, but he grabs your wrists in each hand, pinning your arms down onto the chaise while he continues to suck and bite your sensitive skin.

You wriggle and whimper underneath him, but Hoseok doesn’t let up until he’s marked up your thighs thoroughly. Letting go of your wrists, he surveys your dazed expression with a gleam of satisfaction in his dark eyes.

“Gorgeous.” He licks his lips and leans in close to where you’re spread open, dying for his touch on you. Just before reaching your clit, he looks up and pins you with his intense stare. “Put your hands above your head -- and keep them there.”

You’re too turned on to even think of ignoring his command. Slowly, you raise your hands above your head, feeling your nipples harden in the cool air as you arch your back, trying to get closer to his tantalizing mouth.

Finally, Hoseok brushes his lips against your dripping center, slowly dragging his tongue up from your hole to your clit. As you cry out, Hoseok licks his lips again. “You taste as good as I remembered.” He flickers his tongue up and down your lips, dipping it in and out of your center to lick up your wetness before returning his attention to your clit. He alternates between light touches and sucks, never quite letting you come to completion.

You can’t take it anymore. Having enough of being teased, you finally grab his hair.

“Hobi, please,” your voice already sounds completely wrecked. His gaze gets impossibly darker as he sees the effect he’s had on you.

“You have two choices,” he slowly caresses the marks he’s left on your inner thighs. “You can come now, or you can wait until I fuck you.”

Your pussy clenches. “I want you inside me. Now.”

He allows you to use your grip on his hair to pull him up your body, but once he’s hovering over you on the chaise, he takes your wrist and pins your arm down above your head again. “Then be a good girl, and I’ll give you what you want.”

You obediently bring your other arm up and leave your hands above your head, watching as he gets a condom out of his robe pocket--so, he planned this-- and rolls it on.

Returning to the chaise, Hoseok kneels over you, coaxing your legs to wrap around his waist. He slides into you slowly, watching your reactions, until he’s fully seated, his hips pressed up against you. He pauses. “This okay, baby?”

You come this close to coming at the feeling of finally having him inside you.

You nod breathlessly. “Feels amazing. You’re amazing.”

Hoseok smiles brightly before the dark, intent look takes over his face again. “Then hang on.” And he starts fucking you with his dancer’s rhythm. Minutes stretch out into what feels like hours as you cling to him, feeling him pressed up to you head to toe.

There’s only one word for it--intense. There’s a lot of power behind his hips as he grinds into you, perfectly filling you up with every inch. It’s almost good enough to get you there untouched, but you need just a little bit more. You squeeze your legs a bit more tightly around his waist, trying to get even closer to him.

Reading your expression, Hoseok effortlessly shifts his weight to one arm, his bicep popping as he raises himself up a bit to look at you. He brushes a lock of hair out of your eyes with his free hand before trailing it down your body. “Need something, baby?” He tweaks your nipple in tandem with a sharp thrust, forcing a gasp out of your throat.

“I need you… faster. Harder.” Wrapping your arms around his neck, you try to pull him back down on top of you, but he only brushes his lips against yours before propping himself up again. A little whine escapes your lips, bringing a smirk to his face. All the while, he’s fucking into you with a steady pace, never letting up for a moment. “I’m so close.” Your eyes are starting to water from being on the edge for so long.

With his free hand, he unwinds one of your arms from around his neck, bringing your hand down to where you’re joined together. “Make yourself feel good, baby, just like you’re making me feel so good. Take what you need.” He’s starting to sound breathless, but his hips never stutter.

Hoseok finally takes his gaze off your face, watching you as you start to rub your clit in little motions. Bracing himself on both hands, he bows his head and starts to speed up his pace, pulling out and snapping his full length back into you in smooth strokes. He bites his full lower lip in concentration, never letting up even as both of your moans and gasps start to fill the air around you.

You rake your other hand down his back, feeling the powerful muscles as he works himself into you, settling your grip on his ass. You’re feeling good on multiple levels between your fingers on your throbbing clit, the stroke of his cock hitting all the right spots inside you, and the sight of his face lost in pleasure as he watches the spot where you’re joined.

It’s been a long buildup to this moment where you’re fucking on the same velvet chaise where you originally admired his golden skin and lean muscles.

When Hoseok’s gaze snaps back to yours, you get lost in his intense eyes, one final circle of your fingers tipping you over the edge into your climax. Your pussy squeezes around him as he leans down and captures your lips with his, muffling his low moans as he finally loses his rhythm and thrusts into you one last time.

You kiss him for a few long moments, feeling his chest heaving against yours, both of you slowly coming down from your climaxes. When his arms start to shake from the exertion of keeping himself propped up, Hoseok gently pulls out of you and rolls over, flopping down onto the side of the chaise next to you but staying close.

His bangs are damp with sweat and his lips are swollen and glistening from your kisses. You’re struck with the sudden urge to get your sketchbook--he’s never looked more gorgeous than he does right now. “I wish I could draw this moment.” you can’t help but share.

Hoseok laughs, tracing a finger down the side of your face before pressing a kiss to your temple. “I wish I could draw at all.”

“Oh, so there’s something you’re not good at?”

Hoseok laughs again, a bit shyer, hiding his face in your neck. “So, was this worth the wait?”

It’s your turn to laugh. “Hobi, I’m pretty sure I’ve been waiting for this since the moment I saw you in those yellow shorts.”

***

A few weeks later, you’re standing in front of Namjoon in your final art class. He hands you your sketchbook with a dimpled smile. “The progress you’ve shown is really incredible! You have so much life and energy in your lines, and you really nailed the anatomy, especially in the musculature.”

You think back to your favorite model and his defined quadriceps and leg muscles. “I had a lot of inspiration, I guess.”

Namjoon looks at you earnestly. “Will you be taking more art classes? I think you’d kill it in Advanced Sketching.”

You blush in pleasure, but shake your head. “I really enjoyed this class, but I’m actually going to try something a little different next semester -- dance classes.”

“Dance? Why dance?”

You shrug. “I’ve heard good things about the instructor…”

A loud laugh interrupts you from the door. “Oh yeah, what kind of things?” Hoseok leans against the doorframe, his heart-shaped grin lighting up the entire room.

“Oh, you know… talented, patient, kind...” You saunter up to him.

Namjoon rolls his eyes fondly. “OK, get outta here. I’ll see you two at the bar?”

Hoseok wraps an arm around your waist, tossing Namjoon a finger heart. “See you there!”

You wave goodbye to Namjoon and lean into Hoseok’s side, getting a good whiff of his sunshiney scent as you walk down the hallway together. “I wasn’t done…”

Hoseok looks down at you, amused. “What else?”

“I also heard the instructor looks really hot in yellow shorts.”

~fin~

#bts smut #j-hope smut #hoseok smut #hoseok x reader #j-hope x reader #hoseok/reader #hobi x reader #hobi smut

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shesawriter39049 · 5 years

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|STAY|HOSEOK| M|

( Not saying this fits his mood necessarily he just looks fine and boyfriend as fuck!)

PURE SMUT with like...a lil plot and two percent angst, your mad for like a NANOSECOND!

FWB situation

Warnings: Daddy kink...sorry not sorry it’s Hoseok..HE DESERVES IT! Light dom Hoseok, light split play, a little thigh riding, fingering, semi public sex, vouyersim, dirty talk, creme pie (stay safe kids) slight over stiumlation, power bottom Hoseok...Side Namjoon kinda but not really...just read...

“Daddy’s coffee is here!!” You mused playfully amongst noticing Namjoon wasn’t in the room, yet he barely acknowledged you ,only turning his head slightly. Looking less than amused and or excited to see you, only glancing over long enough to let you know he heard you before continuing with whatever he was doing.

“Oh?” Brow quirked in nothing but annoyance considering the time and the fact that you literally got out of bed and but on clothes JUST because he wanted you too. Sauntering over in his direction “Really? I can’t get as much as a Hi? A thank you? Nothing!? Not even after you texted me late at night as if there was some dire emergency asking me to bring the two of you Starbucks!? “

Hands placed firm over your chest, your frustration turned to straight pouting once he finally turned to look at you. Hair messy and slightly wavy as he sat there in nothing but an oversized white shirt and sweats. Looking fine as fuck but, no, no you were angry..not turned on..angry! Licking his lips slowly as he reclined slightly in his chair, dusting his fingers through his hair before placing his phone on top of the desk.

He didn't say anything initially, but the air of fondness that danced within his eyes eased your frustration slightly. “Your right, I’m sorry... thank you baby” The smile he gave you was short, and forced...you did NOT like it..not one bit nor were you a fan of the fact that you just realized he’s been here damn near 12 hours!

“What’s wrong? Tired?” Bringing your voice down to a more tranquil tenor as you stroked your fingers through his hair. Only sparing you a nod in response. “Mmmkay...stressed?” Soothing your hand down the side of his neck, massaging his shoulders slightly, the tension more than evident while he tried not to wince at the contact. His shoulders were where he carried all of his stress...always, and yes, you guessed it..meet with silence again...just another slow nod of the head.

A loud huff ripped from your chest at that because he was full of actual shit at this point “Okay so what? Were adding lying into the brigade of whatever this…”thing” is the two of us have Hoseok?!?” You couldn't even help the slight elevation in your tone at this point you were just getting frustrated, and yes...More. Fucking .Silence, why did you get out of the bed and bring this little shit coffe again??

“Fine whatever, fuck it, if you don’t wanna talk that’s fine, your coffees up there, I’m leav-” Just as you went to walk away he yanked you back in his direction. Scoping you onto his lap to rest on the lower half of his thighs, a squeal slipping past your lips with how quickly he spun you around.

Body instantly melting into his with zero hesitation,no matter how frustrated you were only seconds prior, your body always seemed to betray you when it comes to Jung Hoseok. Hands instantly finding their way under your dress, palming at your ass, slowly soothing his hands up and down your skin as if your ass was some sort of stress relief ball. Squeezing the curve of your cheek, guiding you to grind down against him, you weren't wearing underwear because you planned to drop the coffee off and jump right back into bed. Low moans slipped off your tongue while your lips spreading over his clothed thigh. Bring one hand up to cradle the back of your neck, pressing your forehead to his, teasing at your bottom lip with his tongue.

“I’m not lying ..you just didn't ask all the right questions…”

Lips melting into yours as he waved his tongue into your mouth, there was no build up or warning just him swallowing every moan that fell from your lips as he continued grinding your hips against his thigh.Kissing you slow and deep, letting his tongue explore every inch of your mouth as if it was his first time tasting you. Sucking, swirling, licking his way around until he had you damn near clawing at his shirt chasing after his lips..needing more..always needing more .

“God, I can already feel how wet you are, your soaking through my pants baby…” You could feel him smiling into the kiss as he dug his nails into the curve of your ass. “This is all I could think about..all damn day…” Words coming out in a slurr of moans against your tongue, while the hand that was cupping your ass moved down to tease up your lips.

Slowly slicking his fingers up and down your folds, pinching your clit between his index and thumb making you shudder above him. A smirk tugging on his lips, using your own arousal to coat his fingers “Lift your ass up a little baby..” Sliding two fingers in knuckle deep all in one notion, pumping them in and out at a steady pace, clearly not in the mood to tease tonight. The moans spilling from our lips only got stronger as you started grinding into his palm. Every whine that slipped past your tongue was met by one of his own, nothing turned Hoseok on more than getting you off. Nothing.

“I’m sitting here with Joon trying to write lyrics and all I can think about is how good my dick feels wrapped around this wet little pussy of yours. The fact that two days feels like 6 months...I’ve been going fucking insane!” Just the mention of that alone has you a moaning mess, all the memories flooding into your head as we speak. This man is the reason all your vacation time is gone but you can’t complain..he flew you out a week ago and you’ve barely been able to walk since. He’s litterally been fucking you damn near 2-3 times a day except as he said the past two..he’s been swamped in the studio and brain dead once he get’s home.

“You know I wake up craving your pussy now? Every damn morning I need it..fuck I need it soo bad…” God was he whining at this point? Sucking your bottom lip into his mouth, flicking at your tongue with his own before sucking that between his lips as well!

“ I Don’t know what I’m gonna do with myself when you leave.. my hand can’t compare to this! How warm and tight you are, fuck your so tight baby..even just around daddys fingers fuck! “ A growl ripped from his throat at that which only made you clench down around him even tighter.

“Yes, yes, fuck...yes…” Slipped past your tongue as he worked another in finger curling them forward, as your walls milked each and every one of them.

“God you look so good when I fuck you..” Grinding his hips up into yours letting you feel how hard he was, clearly not wearing underwear, printing your hand down to palm him through his sweats. The feeling of him throbbing underneath the fabric had you dripping down your thighs. ‘Pull it out baby….” Just as you slipped your hand through the fly on his sweats a thought sprung into your head.

“Wait ..when’s Joon coming back..” Pulling back from his slightly, suddenly remembering where the fuck you where. Leaning up to sink his teeth into your bottom lip as he curled his fingers even dipper between your heat, ripping a brittle cry from your throat.

“Pull.It.Out.” There wasn't an elevation in tone per say, but the character got darker,the dominance that he was able to hide so well rolled off your tongue and had you ready to come from the grit in his voice alone.

Letting him spring free from the restraint of his sweatpants, he was damn near rock hard you really didn't need to do shit but you wanted to. Pulling back to spit on his tip, using that in combination with the pre cum to work his lengeth. Sliding the lubricant down his shaft , as you worked him in your hand, twisting your wrist up and down rom base to tip, fluctuating pressure as you worked. Working his tip with your thumb,low breathy, almost needy moans slipped from his throat and against your tongue. The sound of hoseok falling apart was the sexiest thing you’d ever heard, never shy when it comes to how you make him feel.

‘Fuck me..” Two words..those two words sent chills down your entire body,as he freed his fingers from you. Taking his length into your hand, as you scooted forward a little, stroking his tip up and down your lips. Coating him even more in your juices, until his hand whipped across your ass, ripping a loud shrek from your throat from the impact. It didin’t help that he was wearing a fist full of rings either, and you felt every last one of them! Not even bothering to sooth your skin with his palm after, just left you completely throbbing.

“I said fuck...not tease…” Bucking his hips into slightly ,while you rose up a little, positioning him right at our entrance sinking down until his tip disappeared between your lips.

“Oh my god..” ripped from both of your throats at how tight you still we're..bringing his hand down to circle your clit as you slowly bounced your way down. Taking him in inch by inch tilting your hips up and down slightly every time allowing you to get use to the stretch a little quicker. But it was also making your grip on his cock almost unbearable, your walls clenching with no release, you could feel him pulsing inside of you as you finally sunk down completely.

“Hoseok…Hoseok...fuck..”You didint even know what you were calling him for honestly, you felt like you could barley breathe you were so full. One hand coming back up to your jaw, rubbing the hinge with his thumb, while the other dug into your hips bringing his lips down to place wet open mouth kisses down the side of your neck. Slowly, very slowly you started grinding your hips against his, rolling backwards deep and slow, so you felt everything, fuck you felt everything. Even though he said “Fuck me” he wans’t the type to just sit here, rolling his hips unward ever so slightly but enough for you to feel the impact.

Meeting your hips at every roll , leaning up to kiss you neck again “Baby…” Every roll of your hips in combination with his had you getting closer and closer. It was insane what he could do to your body. You’d ever been onet o be able to get off without some sort of clit stimulation eyet you felt like you were so damn close to coming all over his dick within moments. “You feel soo good..so fuckin good...” No matter how wrecked you were you loved how winded he sounds, though he was better at keeping physical composer his voice let you know you were hitting every spot right.

Hoseok knew your body like the back of his hand which was one of your favorite things about him, slipping his fingers past his tongue before bringing them down to your clit. Applying steady pressure as you started to actually bounce against his length. Tilting the back of your hips slightly as you raised up and slammed back down, the shift in weight adding a deeper angle every time your walls caressed his cock.

Your cries were not even coherent right now, they never were when it came to him, always had you babbling mindlessly “God you feel soo good, I’m so close fuckkkk…” He could feel your hips starting to give out, though he had to give credit where credits due..you had damn good stamina.

“Yea? You gonna come for me baby? Gonna come all over daddy’s cock?” accepting your breathy whine as a answer..because that was the best you could do….

Guiding his hands away from your clit and over to your waist “Just fuck me ple-” You didint even have time to get it out before his thumbs were digging into your skin and his hips were slamming up into you. Morphing himself deep within your walls, yet he wasn’t a just thrusting up into you he was actually rolling his hips. Directing all of his weight down into his thighs, as he edged himself off the chair ever so slightly to anchor his hips. Allowing his pelvis to come flesh with yours as he tilted his hips upward, reclining his back into his seat to give him the support and leverage he needed. “Oh my god, oh my go-” Bringing your own hand down to circle your clit… as your body waved in synch with his.

The things this man could do with his hips good lord “Yeah? Right there baby?” You could already hear the smirk in his voice he knew..he could feel that he was hitting it right...yet you were too far gone to be a smart ass.

“Fuck yes, right there….” Throwing your head back slightly as your eyes squeezed shut, the familiar feeling starting to pool in the pit of your stomach again. Digging your nails into the base of his shoulders...

“Hey Hoseok did-”

You swore he damn near choked once he looked over, to be honest the two of you were pretty much fully clothed but there was nothing discreet about what was going on. More importantly Hoseok didn't stop fucking you and and you didint stop stroking your clit. A slight smirk tugging on the corners of your lips as you looked down at Hoseok.

“I’m fuck-Sorry-” Just as he went to pratically run for the door...

“You can- You can stay if you want Joon…fuck, that’s it baby..that’s it” Hoseok breathed out between thrusts as he felt your walls tighen around him.

“Fuck-fuck-fuck daddy Im-”The neediest whine immaginable ripped from your thoat as you came body trembling, head dropping into the crook of his neck. …

Brining a hand up to caress the back of your head, as you panted into his skin, your own arousal dripping it’s way down to his balls. Praises fell from his tongue repeatedly as you shuddered around him, bringing a hand of your own over to claw at the thin fabric of his shirt. Needing some sort of an anchor as you felt as though you had zero control over your own body right now.

“So good..always soo good for me...”

The added slickness in combination to how hard your walls are pulsing is only sending him closer to where he needs to be. Not slowing his thrust down for even a second no matter how hard your trembling on top of him. Continuously bouncing you against his lap, it was too much but it felt soo good, still edging your clit just at a much slower pace. Loving how your sensitivity was ripping every ounce of self control away from the man benthe you.

“Come for me for... I want your cum dripping out of me when I leave daddy please, please come inside me…” Purred from your lips as you lapped your tongue up the side of his jaw, purposely tightening your walls against him at this point! Far too consumed in the immense pleasure around you to know if Namjoon left or not…Especially with how loud Hoseok was moaning into your hair right now, fuck you were kinda hoping something was recoring this entire time.. He sounds so good, so damn good!

“Oh fuckkk…” That is ....until you heard another breathy moan that you knew wasn't Hoseok…

A low chuckle vibrated against your chest at that “I guess he chose to stay....” You could feel his hips start to slow down significantly as he pulled your face away from his neck “You think you can come again for me baby?” flicking at your bottom lip with his thumb, which you instantly sucked into your mouth. Lapping your tongue around his finger, lashes fluttering over in Namjoons direction before dropping your gaze back down to Hoseok. A smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, as he slowly drug this thumb away from your tongue and down your bottom lip.

“I’ll take that as a yes...”

IDK...IDK WHERE THIS CAME FROM I JUST MISSED WRITING ABOUT HOSEOK OKAY!!!?

Lol if you liked it..”Like” it comment.... come lemme know…ALWAYS down for prompt ideas (No promises when they will be up though but feel free)

****ALSO ...debating writing more with this pair..smut and maybe a lil fluff..since I mentioned he flew his FWB out...****** Maybe??

LOVE YOU GUYS AS ALWAYS !

ROCKI!

#hoseok #hoseok smut #jhope #jhope smut #bts #bts smut #kpop #kpop smut #hoseok one shot #hoseok imagines #bts imagines

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yminie · 6 years

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realistic drabble series: jung hoseok (m)

pairing: Hoseok x Reader genre/warnings: smut, tiny bit of fluff, characters attempt at Dominant concept. words: 2312 summary: Hoseok is generally very in control when it comes to the bedroom, but you cant help but wonder what it would be like to make him do what you want.

jin. yoongi. hoseok. namjoon. jimin. taehyung. jungkook.

a/n: PART 3 IS HERE! OTHER PARTS ABOVE^ ENJOY!

Hoseok continued to stare up at your stiff form, watching the hesitant way with which you fidgeted your fingers, swapping your weight from foot to foot. He could easily tell how nervous you were, and while the thought of him knowing you so well should have calmed you in some way, it only seemed to make you more nervous. What if you made a complete fool of yourself and he could no longer see you the same way? You didn’t want to consider the possibilities wherein which you could mess everything up, feeling as though if you focused too hard on the negatives, they might just somehow be willed into becoming true.

“You know this was your idea right? We don’t have to do this if you’re not comfortable.” He stroked your outer thighs in an attempt at reassurance. You knew he would eventually console you like this and as much as you appreciated his tenderness, you were determined to follow through with your ideas.

See, late nights browsing the internet while your boyfriend was away on tour left plenty of time for exploration on your part. Endless hours of boredom and an attempted alleviation through tumblr stalking and ¬– not so – shameful reading of more than a couple fanfictions based on your boyfriend and his supposed talents within the bedroom. And on more than one occasion, you found yourself surprised at how well Hoseok’s fans could really read him and his body language through little more than a dance routine.

From as far back as you could remember, the roles with which both yourself and Hoseok had assumed – in seemingly both the sexual and non-sexual aspects of your relationship – had never been up for argument nor submitted for discussion.

From day one it had always been the same – Hoseok was the dominant figure and you were the submissive. And it wasn’t even this way because either of you consciously chose it or wanted it that way; it was just natural to the two of you. Hoseok was the man and you were the woman. Yet you never thought twice or considered a role reversal, until one particular night, a little wine in your system and some –not so little– time spent in that really very curious side of ‘AO3’.

You suspected that the reason the vivid ideas of holding your boyfriend down and making him beg became so secretly arousing to you had a lot to do with the way it seemed so unlike him. Hoseok in the bedroom was no different to how he was on stage, powerful and naturally demanding of your attention. His aura screamed ‘obey me’ and you could never argue with his will – not that you’d ever realistically wanted to.

And up until this moment, with him sitting on the edge of the bed between your legs and carefully reading your expression, you had thought the hardest part would be mentioning your newfound interest to him. Oh, but you were wrong; the hardest part is never talking about it, it’s always the moments when you actually make the idea a reality.

“No, I’m sure. I want to try it at least once, keep things interesting right?” You rested shaky palms on his shoulders and he smiled up at you gently.

“Well, you’re the one running the show. Whenever you’re ready, I’m ready.” You nodded in earnest, widening your legs on either side of his and easing yourself onto his knees, his hands gripping your hips to pull you safely into his lap while you mulled over in your mind all the things you could do. Thinking back on a couple scenarios you’d read about, you tried your best to focus on the important aspects.

Control, something you didn’t normally have with Hoseok, and now all of a sudden, you almost felt you had too much of it you didn’t know where to start.

You chose the simple start and leant in to press your lips to his firmly, pressing against him until his back was flat on the bed. He kissed you back, humming against your lips and sliding his palms up your legs to grip at your waist. Sliding your tongue across his lower lip, you tilted your head further, deepening the kiss and moaning as his hands squeezed you in response. He parted his lips for you, letting your tongue in to caress and you both simultaneously sighed in pleasure.

It didn’t take long though, for Hoseok’s natural instincts to kick in and his hands on your waist dropped to your hips and pressed against your skin, a silent demand for you to move your hips over his growing length. Normally you would obey –and you nearly did– but you quickly realized what he wanted and broke the kiss, both your chests rising and falling rapidly as you gasped for breath. You pushed his hands from your hips and lifted yourself off his lap slightly, pulling his wrists until his hands came together above his head.

You tried your hardest to hold back the pout forming on your lips at the gleam of amusement in his eyes as he looked up at you. He looked entirely too composed and at ease beneath you, far more than you’d like anyway, and you glared at the tilt of a smirk at the corner of his mouth.

“Will you behave or should I perhaps tie you to the headboard so you cant move at all?” He didn’t try to hide the smile growing across his face, shrugging his shoulders slightly with a muffled chuckle.

“Whatever you want princess.” You tutted at his cheekiness, thinking for a moment as you glared down at him. Your frustration fed your confidence however, and you grabbed his shoulders to drag him up until you had enough room for what you wanted.

“Hands behind your back.” He did as he was told, twisting his arms back and pressing his palms together. In a flash your hands were on him again, pushing him back and forcing him to lay on his arms. “Too uncomfortable?” He shook his head silently, shuffling a little to fix his arm placement and you smiled softly, stroking his cheek gently. “Good boy.”

His glare made you giggle and you shuffled back to sit on his thighs, stripping your shorts off before starting on his jeans, only bothering to push his shirt up to his collarbones. Leaning down, you press kisses to his sternum; following the pattern of his ribs down his side until you reached his hipbone.

Drawing the soft skin between your lips you sucked until little purple bruises appeared, grinning against his skin each time his hips would jerk at a particularly hard nip, and by the time you’d undone his jeans and dragged them down far enough to grip his length through his boxers he was positively restless. He was not used to teasing of any kind, always getting what he wanted from you with a snap of his fingers, and it made you feel oddly proud to see him falling apart even just a little under your lips.

He couldn’t control the automatic twitch pushing his hips up to meet your hand, head tilting back in a delicious display of his jaw line and you almost wish you were up there to press kisses to the veins peeking through beneath his skin but the way he grunted at the nips of your teeth just above the little patch of curls decorating the skin beneath his growing length reminded you exactly why you were down there.

Sliding his boxers the rest of the way down his thighs, you gazed up at his toned abdomen in admiration as you took his freed length into your hand and started to pump from base to tip with no hesitation. He hissed at the sudden pleasure, letting his hips undulate to meet you, but that wasn’t good enough. He was still trying to control the pace, and you had to remind him that he wasn’t in charge right now.

Almost harshly, you tugged your hand away, letting the lightly weeping tip graze your palm roughly before it lands back on his stomach. His chin shot down until he made eye contact with you, eyes dark and piercing while he glared at you in discontent. You were pushing his buttons and you weren’t entirely sure where his limits ended, but you were definitely excited to find out.

“You move far too much, if you can’t control yourself I’ll be forced to punish you.” His scoffed under his breath and you felt your eyes narrow. In a moment of retaliation, you leant forward with both hands on his hips and used your body weight to hold him down, quickly dipping your head to shove him as far down your throat as you could take. He choked on the deep inhalation of breath you triggered and coughed through his groans, forced to stay in place by your firm hold on him.

You held yourself there until you were compelled to pull back, choosing to pull away completely and let his now swollen and bright pink length slap back onto his stomach. He whined pitifully at the loss of contact and you swatted his inner thighs sharply with just the ends of your hands, grinning at the way he hissed and wriggled to escape the small burns of punishment.

“You’re a brat, you don’t deserve my mouth.” He controlled his reaction better this time, a slight downturn of his lips and the veins in his neck standing out as he continued to stare down at you. “You don’t deserve any part of me at all actually.”

Sliding your panties down your legs, you shuffled up the bed until you straddled his chest, legs just outside his arms, and you could see the way his biceps and pectoral muscles tensed with his own attempt at restraining himself from touching you. Lifting the hem of the oversized t-shirt you’d opted to wear up your body, you pulled it over your head and dropped it on his face, the fabric blocking his vision.

By the time he managed to shake his head free from the obstacle, your fingers were already wet and stroking against your heat, using the moisture escaping your entrance to coat your clit and make it easier to wind little circles around the sensitive bud. His head bounced as it hit the bed, eyes instantly lidded and lower lip caught between his teeth. Your breathing was labored, the teasing you put him through had effected you too, and you were always ready when it came to Hoseok.

“You can’t be serious, princess.” He groaned, eyes squeezing shut momentarily to gather himself before he opened them again. “You really expect me to lay here and watch you but not touch? You’re crazy.”

You ignored his words, fastening the pace with which you rubbed your clit, tilting your hips forward to give him an even better view, and you clenched around emptiness at the way he swore under his breath. You felt him move beneath you and tightened your legs around his shoulders, holding him in place as best you could with your eyes squeezed shut and fingertips flicking brutally across your clit.

Your orgasm was quickly building, and while you could cum like this easily, the emptiness inside you yearned for something to fill you up as well. You gave in to yourself with a light sigh, two fingers running down between your folds to smoothly slide inside, and you moaned airily, head thrown back and hips rocking to meet the thrusts of your fingers. You were so close, core gripping your fingers tightly and wetness dripping down your hand, and yet in the midst of your pleasure you had forgotten exactly where you were and why you were there.

Your back hit the mattress before you realized Hoseok had moved you, his strong arms hooked through your legs to spread you wide before him. Ripping your fingers from you he quickly replaced them with his own, lips closing around your throbbing clit and instantly setting a punishing pace. His fingers were so much better than your own, thicker and longer and so much more skilled at finding that special little place inside you to make your head spin and toes curl.

Your orgasm rushed up on you out of nowhere, body flushing a light pink as you muffled your screams with your hands; unable to move with the way he held you down and bent you in half. He controlled every aspect of your orgasm and you were dazed by the time he pulled away to lean over you and slide his hard length deep into you, finally.

You were whimpering in oversensitivity, body shuddering and nails digging into his waist as he drove his hips into yours without mercy. Your orgasm quickly rolled into another, dripping core gripping him tightly and drawing his orgasm closer steadily. His hips faltered and he growled into your neck, teeth clamping down on your neck as he filled you up with a deep grunt, hips jerking and pushing to fill the deepest of places within you.

He pulled out shortly after, landing beside you with a huff, and you gazed at the ceiling in a haze, breath heaving as you attempted to slow your heartbeat and relax your muscles. Tucking himself around you, he pulled you into his chest with a sigh, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as he stroked your hair.

“I was meant to be in control.” He could hear the pout in your voice and it drew a laugh from him, his chest vibrating against your back. He rubbed your arms soothingly, massaging down your waist to your thighs as he smiled into your hair.

“Next time baby.” You laughed with him.

“Liar.”

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