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jvngkook97 · 1 year

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hello, how are you? ☺

I would like to know if there's going to be a 2no part of one night only, and if that's the case, can i be in the taglist? Thank you🥰💜

Daydream

synopsis; in which you and Hoseok take a trip together — the mushroom kind.

pairing; jung hoseok x female!reader

genre; fluff, humor, smut, one night only au, music festival au, drabble

warnings; cursing, drug use (be responsible pls), existential mind trip, sex (also be responsible) though it’s moreso implied and not explicit, and cute moments in between that include hobi and self luuuurv <3

rating; 21+ MINORS DNI

w/c; 2,278

a/n; while this is not a direct sequel, it’s more of a ‘filler chapter’ that takes place the morning after of ONO where she’s still at the music festival but before she leaves and finds out she’s pregnant (spoiler alert oops). so, really it’s just another scene of how she possibly came to be pregnant. anyways, enjoy @jeonmarti!!

Read ONO Here -> 01

The Morning After

J-Hope: wakey wakey, sleeping beauty

If I’m sleeping beauty, why didn’t you kiss me awake?

J-Hope: because that’s creepy af

I wouldn’t have minded 😉

J-Hope: well, now that I have your consent…..maybe I’ll get lucky when your sexy ass COMES OUTSIDE cause we have food

Be right there!!!

You make your way out of the bus, stretching and yawning. It’s the final day of the festival and you can feel it hitting you.

“Morning.”

Hoseok pauses in his conversation with a girl you don’t recognize, but you don’t let it phase you, what with your brain still waking up. He waves the girl goodbye and she walks off, he turns to you as you walk up in front of him.

“Hey, y/n. You still half asleep?”

“Mhmm.” You just nod your head at him, one hand of yours coming up to attempt to rub the sleep out of your eyes more.

He pulls you into a hug and you can feel his chest vibrating from a low chuckle.

“Poor thing. You gonna make it through the day?”

Fully sinking into his warmth, you close your eyes and savor it. The cool morning of the desert hits your skin and causes you to shiver, it only causes his arms to tighten around you more.

“Shhhh. Y/N isn’t awake yet. Please leave a message after the tone.”

You do not make a tone. He waits. You’re silent.

He finally speaks up.

“So, where’s–,”

And so do you.

“BEEEEEEP!”

He snorts into your hair and rubs your back. He then kisses the top of your head and releases you. You hiss at the sudden loss of warmth you were relishing in, but with one more loud yawn it helps you shake off the last bit of exhaustion in your body.

You look around at the people who are with you, scattered around the campsite, and you actually recognize some of them. It’s the rest of Pomegranate Tits as well as several others you don’t recognize, but who are clearly friends with the band.

“Oh, hey! I saw your performance yesterday! Nice job!” They all take a moment to look at you and smile in thanks. The lead singer is the one to reply for the band.

“Thank you! You’re J-Hope’s festival fling, right? You enjoy the show?”

Deep inside, you cringe at being called his ‘festival fling’, but you know it’s the truth. Might as well own it.

“Yeah, it was great!”

Hoseok comes up from behind you, and once he gets close enough he lightly hip bumps you to get your attention. When you turn to look at him, he’s holding out a granola bar in one hand and an orange in his other. He’s smiling widely.

“Your breakfast, babe.”

You take both from him, smiling yourself.

“Thanks!”

He nods his head over towards the bus and you take the hint. Waving goodbye to the group, you follow Hoseok back towards the bus, nibbling on your granola bar.

In the very back, accessible from the outside only, appears to be a little mini greenhouse of sorts. You recognize the plants and fungi that Hoseok mentioned he worked with for….medicinal purposes. However, the dried mushrooms he pulls out of a cooler now are definitely not going to be used for that.

“OoOo what are we doing with those?”

He smirks at you and holds up the bag.

“Some of the guys wanted to skip the festival today and head out to the desert to do some of these. If you want, we could join them?”

His eyes are full of hope, but you know that if you say no, he wouldn’t judge you. Lucky for him, you’re the adventurous kind of gal.

“Let’s get trippy in the desert!”

A smile threatens to split his face with how wide it is at your answer. He offers you his hand, which you take, now having a free one since finishing off your granola bar, and he leads you into the back of a jeep that one of his friends owns. Soon enough, you’re all heading off into the desert, you munching on your orange in the meantime as you watch the scenery pass by you out of the car window.

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After about an hour of driving, you hop out into a picturesque desert scene.

Hoseok walks over to you with two cups of what looks like tea, and a picnic blanket is secured underneath one arm.

“Tommy and JJ are trip sitting. I figured you and I could head off on our own.”

“Sounds good. Cheers!”

You clink your paper cup with his and down the contents. The bitter taste of the ground fungus is masked by a generous helping of lemon. Still, you scowl as you swallow.

Hoseok downs it easily, and quickly, leaving more than enough time for him to poke a bit of fun at the current expression on your face.

“Hey, that’s a cute face!”

You blow a raspberry at him as soon as the contents are done slithering down your throat.

“I see you’ve done this before.”

“Me? Nooo. Never!”

You roll your eyes and then take his hand.

“Let’s find a good spot for us.”

You and Hoseok find a nice little patch of desert sand and a beautiful, blooming cactus.

“Hey.” His voice floats through your ears.

“Huh?” You snap out of your trance of staring at the cactus to look at him. He points to the cactus.

“Don’t touch that cactus when the trip sets in, no matter how enticing it may present itself to be.” When he talks, he has a serious demeanor, but his voice is laced with a lilt of humor in it. He doesn’t want to see you get hurt, but he would be lying if he said he wouldn’t think it was a little bit funny if you did end up touching it.

“What? That cactus?” You point at it yourself with a lazy finger, then put the same finger against your lips in fake thought. “Hmm.” You tap the same finger against your lips once, twice. “I won’t.”

Your answer seems full of sincerity, he thinks, until you wink at him.

You little shit. His face deadpans.

“Y/N. Please.”

He sets up the picnic blanket and you help him smooth it down before both of you settle yourselves on top of it, now sitting on the flat layer of earth. After several minutes, you begin to think that nothing will happen, but then – something does.

The wind moves past you, rubbing against you like a cat. It’s warm and gentle and makes you giggle. Your attention then gets brought back to the cactus.

The cactus is beautiful. Such a vibrant green. It’s needles appear to be swaying in the breeze, dancing. That’s not right. Is it…fuzzy? Is it….looking at you? You steel your resolve as best you can in your current state, shaking your head.

No. You can’t. You said you wouldn’t touch it, you told him you wouldn’t.

Sitting back down next to Hoseok, you watch the swirling colors of the world as they seem to embrace you. It’s as if Mother Nature herself is wrapping you in a loving hug.

No. Maybe it’s you with your arms wrapped around yourself. You love yourself, as you should, because you are you, you are human, and you are flawed. But you are not broken.

You are perfect.

This world, this universe loves you and among the billions of stars and the billions of planets and the billions of people on this one, you are the only you. You are inimitable. You are an original. You are wonderfully and beautifully unique.

In this moment of self love and realization, you look over at Hoseok. His eyes gaze into yours and seem to be peering right through you. His hair flutters around him in a halo.

He’s beautiful.

You can’t help but smile. Hoseok is a kind soul at the end of the day, and he is so warm and gentle. You wonder if Hoseok knows he’s loved, too. You would like him to. Everyone deserves to know.

You lean into him and he leans into you. You close a distance that felt too large to begin with and feel such a deep satisfaction as your lips meet.

Warmth spreads through you and around you. It feels like you are being wrapped in a blanket. Then you realize that he’s embracing you. It’s his warmth that you feel.

Your lips meet once again, but it feels different this time. It’s so pleasant, but hot. Like taking a steaming shower that leaves your skin red. You think you might get burned, but the ecstasy that it brings you will not go away.

As you touch him, you feel a pulling against you. It’s pulling you closer in and up and down…it’s like a tide and you let it take you where it wants. You feel like as long as you are here with Hoseok, you won’t get lost.

When you cling to him tighter, nails digging into cloth and skin alike, you realize that at some point your clothes have melted off. As you gaze at him you wonder what it would be like to just be a little closer. So, you pull yourself closer and touch his bare skin in its entirety. As you do, it feels like you are melting into him and thus becoming one.

He must understand exactly what you want as he positions himself on top of you, entering you gently. Connected, you lose yourself. You feel pleasure everywhere, both inside and out. You no longer know where you end and where Hoseok begins. It is as if you are one being experiencing the most intense joy.

You love yourself, and you love him.

You close your eyes for a moment, or what feels like a moment. But when you open your eyes again, it’s night. The stars are every bit as vivid and bright as the breeze caresses your skin. The moon shines down on you both with a pale glow. You feel groggy and find Hoseok holding you in his arms, just rubbing your back soothingly in lazy circles.

“How are you feeling?” His voice is laced with a hint of sleep, but for the most part it seems like he’s been awake for quite awhile.

You clear your throat before you speak, it feels dry.

“A little thirsty, but–”

Your eyes take in every inch of his face as you softly say your next words, it coming out almost breathlessly.

“–really happy. I don’t know why, I just feel…elated.”

A hint of a smile dances across his lips.

“I know exactly what you mean. I’m glad I got to share this experience with you.”

He helps you to your feet and the two of you head back to the car to depart for the night, fixing your clothes and gathering your supplies in the process. When you arrive to the car, your trip sitter hands you both a bottle of water that you both chug down, gratefully. Then, you all pile back in and head back to the camp.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

In front of his bus, the bright headlight beams illuminate your figures in the background. The hum of the bus’s engine serves as the only noise to fill the silence between you. You hold your car keys in hand.

“So, are you heading out of town?” You ask, though you already know the answer. Still, a sliver of you hopes he’s willing to stay with you longer. But that quickly gets crushed into sand, just like the sand that tickles your ankles as it gets carried by the night desert wind.

“Yeah.” He trails off, scratching the back of his neck. He tries his best to keep his eyes on yours, but underneath your intense gaze, they quickly get directed to everywhere but you. “I’m chasing music festivals. Gotta get across the country for the next one pretty much. But–,”

This time, he finds the courage to keep your gaze, his hand falling to his side as he nervously fidgets with one of his belt loops. A soft smile appears.

“–I’m glad to have met you at this one, y/n.”

You smile back, with warmth, reply sincere.

“Same here.”

Stepping closer, you lean up to press one final kiss to his already puckered lips. Both of your eyes close to savor this last moment. When you open your eyes again, preparing to step back, his hands find the small of your back to pull you in again for another round.

This kiss is full of passion, it’s full of warmth, but at the same time somehow more gentle than the last had been.

A bittersweet goodbye kiss.

Without another word, you successfully pull away from him and try to lighten the sullen mood with a playful wink. And with that, you turn and wave at him as you begin your trek to the parking lot, his own hand comes up in a silent wave, but stays still.

Making it back to your car, you start the engine and buckle up. Turning on the radio and rolling the windows down as you pull out of the parking lot and onto a dark, desert highway, the cool wind in your hair, you let out a sigh of content.

Carrying only the memories of an amazing weekend, you flip the rear view mirror up, refusing to look back.

If only you knew then, what you know now.

Maybe,

just maybe,

you would’ve turned right back around and gotten him to stay.

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phenomenalgirl9 · 2 years

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Non-idol! Hoseok x Reader: Saddle

A/n: I hold this one close to my heart for a few reasons. I'm sad that I am not as bold as I wrote this OC and may be I will never be in this situation. But I hope you like it.

Summary: Being a stable boy Hoseok knows "his limits". But, Y/n doesn't believe in such stuff, if she likes someone she'll act on it. How long can Hoseok ignore Y/n?

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"Hoseok! Hoseok!" You called out.

"Yes, ma'am?" he stepped out of the stable.

"Get my horse and yours" you said with a smile.

"It's night time ma'am" he said, hesitating

"And? We are going for a ride, the moon is so beautiful today. Let's go" you said.

"Okay ma'am" he said and went inside and brought out your brown horse and his black one. He helped you to mount it after putting on a saddle.

"Follow me" you said and rode away with Hoseok following you looking around to make sure there are no possible threats on the way. The night was indeed beautiful and you slowed down your horse to match pace and steps with Hoseok's.

"It's a beautiful night, it's more beautiful to spend it with you" you said, but Hoseok just looked afar, not even looking at you.

It's been like this for the past year since Hoseok started working at your stables. You took an instant liking towards him. Two months of warming up and you started dropping hints, but he never caught on to them. So you decided to be a bit more upfront. You're parents hardly stayed home anyway. Your father being a Duke and a close advisor of the king was always away and your mother was busy in meetings and parties with other noble ladies. You were left alone with the maids and your little brother Jimin. So nobody really stopped you, when you starred at Hoseok without any intention to look elsewhere even after he caught you starring multiple times, neither did anybody witness the way your hand would linger a bit longer when he helped you mount or unmount your horse. Or all those times when you leaned in close to his face to speak to him, so close that Hoseok could feel for breath fanning over his lips, his breath intertwining with yours. Well, nobody but Hoseok, who seemed to freeze initially, but never reacted to your advances, what you never knew was that it took every once of his self control to not react to how you drove him crazy.

You had once asked him "Hoseok, are you married?"

"No ma'am" he answered

"Spoken for?" You asked to dig more.

"No ma'am" he answered yet again.

"Can you not call me Ma'am?"

"Should I call you My Lady then? Ma'am?"

"No, just stick to ma'am" you deadpanned and walked away. What you didn't notice was the way he looked away and smiled to himself, finding your annoyance very cute.

You always found it strange as to why a young man didn't even bat his eye leads at the level of flirting that you did with him. Did he really not like you? You thought at times and cried to yourself about it. All your life, you've only wanted to be loved, growing up friendless and ignored by parents untill they wanted you to meet some nobility only made you crave for love more and more. So when you met Hoseok and the way he was with you from the start, so soft and wordlessly going possible extra miles for you, even the ones that he could have easily evaded. Yes, because he wasn't obliged to bring you a croissant or donut of your favourite flavour just because you told him you were craving it. Or take you to rides are such odds hours like he was taking you now. Even though he never responded to your advances you felt like this was his way of portraying that he cared.

Small incidents like when he's brushing the horses and your simply standing at the balcony and he looks up and your eyes connect and he'd return your smile with a little smile from him. Or the random moments when your eyes met and he'd just quirked his eyebrows to which you winked before he'd break into a smile.

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"No" you said firmly standing your ground.

"Y/n dear, we are not asking you!" Your mother said sternly.

"But, I said No!" You repeated.

"You will meet the Earl tomorrow and you will marry him when we decide that for you. As long as you are under this roof you will do as we say" your father said and left.

You broke into tears crying, you didn't know what to do, you can't just meet someone and marry them, you wanted to marry someone you liked.

"What's wrong ma'am?" You suddenly heard the voice that you could identify with your eyes closed.

"Do you really not know?" You asked.

"Well the maids were gossiping" he said shrugging.

"I don't want to do this. I can't" you said wipping your eyes.

"But why?" He asked

"Because when I marry I want it to be out of love and I don't even know this Earl, I can't just marry him!" You said "Beside you know that I only-"

"Why don't you meet him" Hoseok said, not letting you complete "maam"

"What?"

"Ma'am, this what you feel for me is just a phase and may be the Earl is what you needed to-"

"Yeah, you're right" this was your turn to cut him off. You simply got up and left to your room to cry your heart out. So, this is what he felt? Nothing?! You couldn't help it that night, you hugged your pillow tight and cried, let all your pain out. All this time you thought he felt something, and you were wrong. You could feel the ache in your heart and there was nothing you could do about it but to cry it out.

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Hoseok thought he did great, that this is what was supposed to happen. Because, you were like a forbidden dream to him one he couldn't even think of dreaming. He tried his best to hold his composer with your not-so-subtle flirting, he tried to smile your glances off. He'd always avoid eye contact if you ever corner him to talk to him, or tell him something. But, these were all an act on the exterior and he could barely keep that up.

He however, took pleasure in running your errands, bringing you your favourite cake or donut, or chocolate from the town, taking you to rides. But that was all to it. And this was his chance to give you the chance you needed, to get a better life. No matter how much he loved you, he had to let you go for your sake. So he did it, he requested you to meet the Earl your parents wanted you to marry. An Earl, someone you belong with, not with someone like him, you couldn't, he couldn't.

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"It's a pleasure to meet you Earl" you said, in the perfect manner as you were always trained since you were a child.

"The pleasure is all mine" he said as he kissed the back of your hand in a courtesy manner. As you gave him a very practiced shy smile.

As you were greeting each other, Hoseok could see from afar, how out of the place you seemed to be and how fake each and every smile was. Did his heart just swell a little to think that you always smiled open and wide around him?

That was when Hoseok was summoned and told that he was to accompany you and the Earl to a trip to the town. Hoseok brought out your, his and the Earl's horse, when your mother spoke out "Why would you bring three horses? Y/n can just travel with the Earl that would be easier, if he has no problem. Do you Taehyung?"

"No, not at all" he smiled. Hoseok went to the horse to help you mount it but the Earl or Taehyung beat him to it and helped you climb up his white horse, poetic right?

As the horses went at a slow pace and Hoseok followed Taehyung's horse, he watched as you pointed at various places and told him stuff that he of course could not hear. He also noticed how Taehyung whishpered something into your ear and you gave him a shy smile, well a fake shy smile, but that made his heart ache.

You three reached the market and took a halt at the bakery and Taehyung once again, helped you down the horse instead of Hoseok. What Hoseok found really odd that you didn't glance at him. Not even once, not even for a fraction of second did you spare a glance towards Hoseok. 'Its for the better' he told himself, but he knew he was falling apart on the inside. He knew watching you with someone else would hurt, but he never knew it would hurt this much.

The two of you took a seat as Taehyung called out "Stable boy, get us two croissants" he said

"Hoseok" you said in a low voice, "He is called Hoseok"

"I'm so sorry Hoseok, please don't mind" Taehyung said correcting himself

"No, sir, It is fine" he said "Two croissants? But-"

"Two croissants, Hoseok" you said sternly, still not looking at him. And he did as he was told.

He followed you around the rest of the day as the Earl and you walked around the market, and around the estate.

Later, the evening Hoseok heard the maids talk about how Taehyung had asked your father the permission to court you. 'Of course he did, he'd be a bloody fool if he didn't', Hoseok thought.

He found you sitting on the swing at night, alone, he was about to walk past you, but that's when he noticed your tear stained face and red eyes, you were crying. In an instant all resolves he made were blown away and he rushed to you.

"Ma'am?" He called out, you almost flinch and the suddenly call, but you never answered. But he knew you were listening to him.

"Ma'am, why are you crying?" He asked, earning an instant glare from you.

"You're the last person who should ask that don't you think? You must be happy that I met the Earl and now he will court me! My parents want me to marry the Earl! So, Thank you Hoseok!” with each word you stepped closer to him only to turn and walk away in the end. But, Hoseok held your wrist to stop you. You didn't know he could ever do that tbh, even he didn't.

"Why did you have rhe croissant when you hate it?" He asked

"That's what I have been taught my whole life, to take whatever is offered by a prospective suitor" you said.

"I didn't like it" he said.

"Yeah it was horrible" you said, looking away from him.

"I hated to see you with someone else" he took a pause before he said "Y/n"

Your eyes went wide in surprise as you looked at him.

"But, what can I do?" He asked, you noticed his eyes were glossy.

"Take me away" you said.

"I could, but I am just a stabble boy, no tittle and -" he went on but was interrupted by you.

"Whatever you are Hoseok, you are enough" you said, using your free hand to cup his cheek, as he leaned in to your touch, while he intertwined your fingers.

"Also I have a plan, more like half of it. But, where would we go?" You asked.

"I know someone who could help us, in the capital" Hoseok said "but what plan do you have?"

"You wont have to worry about that, Just be ready tomorrow, we leave as soon as mom does" you said and he nodded.

The whole night Hoseok could not sleep, was he doing something wrong? But, this would mean your happiness, can that really be wrong? Well, love isn't a crime, so this is going to work out.

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"When you spoke about help in the capital I didn't think it would be in the palace" you whispered.

"Yeah and when you said you have a plan I didn't think you'd actually sell the new mares of the stable in double price" Hoseok whispered.

"I'm a good seller?" You said as you bowed st the passing lady.

"This way" he said as he knocked at a door and a voice was heard asking them to get in.

As soon as they entered Hoseok was heard to say "Jwaaaan" and the other man rushed to hug Hoseok calling him "Hobah"

Meanwhile, Y/n just stood there, too stunned to speak. This was nobody other than the Crowned Prince of Bangtania.

"Y/n, meet Kim Seokjin, we grew up together actually, my mother was the queen's handmaiden before my parents passed" he said.

"Your highness" you said bowing.

"Please don't bow, I'm not that high, and call me Jin, Jinnie, or Oppa" he said kissing the back of your hand

"Ahm" Hoseok cleared his throat.

"Sorry! Bad habit" Jin said laughing out, rather he was making windscreen wiper noises.

"Wait how is any of this useful?" You asked still confused

"I will give you immunity again the Duke of Seom, your dad and-" Prince Jin was interrupted by a knock and he shouted a "Who are you?"

"It's me" was heard the voice sounded vaguely familiar to you.

"Ah, come in" Jin said and the man that walked in almost froze your blood.

"E-e- earl?" You stuttered

"C'mon Lady Y/n I know you weren't interested but you couldn't even remember my name?" He said

You just looked at him still too stunned to speak, but what happened next shocked your whole mind out if you, the Earl walked up to the prince kissed his cheek and asked "You called for me babe?" And Jin simply slid his arm around Earl's waist and nodded.

Not just you even Hoseok was shocked at this exchange.

"But-but-you" you pointed at Taehyung looking like a lost puppy.

"It was all just for show. I knew you didn't like me a bit and I thought you'd reject me. I was actually thrown aback when your father said that you said yes. Actually, I dont swing that way, I have always rejected every woman but when I saw you, rather I saw your disinterest in me I planned to ask for your hand and get rejected so I can act a bit heart broken and get my family off my back for sometime" he said giving a boxy smile.

"Wow, you're smart" you said "I wasn't even asked before my father said yes to you"

"Figured" He said.

Hence, the four of you planned that Taehyung will help you hide for 4 days. Why 4? Because Jin was getting coronated in 4 days, he said he would personally conduct his bestfriend's marriage as only the king or a Priest can bind someone in holy matrimony. Additionally, even after alot of declination, Jin declared that he would dubb Hoseok and You Baron and Baroness of Armivile, the town area in the east of the kingdom, that would be his gift to the two of you.

And thus, with secrecy Earl Taehyung lead the two of you to his carriage after hiding your horses in the royal stables. You could see Hoseok was visibly worried "Hobi?" You called

"What did you call me?" He said, lips pressed in a heart shaped smile

"Hobi?" You repeated "Do you like it?"

"I love it, my mother used to call me that" he said. You intertwined your fingers and leaned your head on his shoulder and said "Its gonna be okay"

And just like that, the 4 days passed. On the 2nd day Taehyung had brought news that her father was searching the whole estate for you and Hoseok. Strangely, the plan worked and nobody suspected you to be at the Earl's house.

On the day of the coronation, Jin or King Seokjin, bound you and Hoseok into holy matrimony, well, he did have to escort your father and mother out with guards, but your brother was very happy for you. Your father had disowned you infront of the whole kingdom, but your brother promised that you would never loose each other.

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"So? Baroness?" Hoseok said, his hair in a mess for just waking up, eyes still droopey from sleep. You shifted in you sheets and placed an open mouthed kiss on his beautiful lips. He grabbed your waist to get you on top of him when you winced and he asked in worry "Are you hurt? Was I too rough? Did I-" you shut him up with a kiss.

"I like it just the way it is. Okay. Now shut up and cuddle I dont wanna wake up just yet" you said and Hoseok gladly complied and hugged you from the back drawing circular patterns on your bare back, lulling you to sleep.

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dirtybtssnaps · 2 years

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MtL period sex

Name: Kim Seokjin

Name: Kim Namjoon (Rm)

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Name: Jung Hoseok (J-Hope)

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hobisstar · 1 year

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IM DEAD TO MAKE A FIC BASED OF THIS PHOTO

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[TRAD ITA] 221218 TWEET DI BTS OFFICIAL:

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arrrrrrrmy · 2 years

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220503 PROOF Door ver.

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7brownsuga7 · 5 months

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Hobis the type to be friendly and innocent while youre over, knowing he has a collection of whips, chains and toys that he will use on you later. He’ll laugh with you and make jokes knowing he’ll have you crying out in pleasure soon enough.

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missbangtangirl · 11 months

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My ☀️ Hobi 💜

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bangtaninborderland · 1 year

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JHS- Dancing In The Rain

The weather had been awful all week, sowozoo was coming up and you could see how tense all the members were regarding the possibility of a rainy day befalling them.

You couldn’t keep count of the amount of times you’d had a call from hobi who was once again asking you to inform him of the weather updates from the news channels on TV.

With just two days before the concert you were thankful your husband was home, resting. He had a tendency to overwork himself, something he had mentioned he found comfort from in you. You had made sure to cook him his favourite dinner which he complained about, arguing he needed to maintain his weight. However after giving him a glare he stopped his protests immediately, after a few minuets he was groaning about how good it tasted.

You were relaxed to see him smiling, at home it wasn’t something he did much of, of course that didn’t mean he was unhappy or your relationship was dull. It just meant that with you he felt that he could be everything he couldn’t with everyone else, he didn’t feel like he had to show you the perfect sides of him because you had always told him you believed every side of him was as perfect as the rest.

Once you’d cleaned up, something he had argued to do but you’d declined, you joined him on the bed. He was reviewing videos from his earlier dance practice with the members. You knew how important this time was for him so simply laid next to him, your head on his shoulder as his hand lazily grazed through your hair.

“Dove?” He whispered, pulling you from the precipice of sleep.

You winced as you opened your eyes, the light in the room too bright. “What’s wrong baby?”

“Do you want to go for a walk with me?” He smiled, slipping his jacket on.

It was rare that you two had the ability to go out with one another unplanned, of course you jumped at the chance. “Let me just brush my teeth and change, okay?”

“Take your time.” He kissed your jaw before retreating to the kitchen.

You checked the clock before slipping into the bathroom, it was only 8pm yet the city was dark. Illuminated only by the lights escaping from buildings and business around you.

You brushed your teeth and ran a brush through your hair before applying some sunscreen and tinted chapstick. You threw on a pair of black jogging bottoms much similar to hobis and a green sweatshirt that was most definitely hobis.

“Ready?” He asked, holding a hand out to you.

You walked over to him, your feet moving faster than your body could. “All ready.”

You secured your arms around his waist as he did yours. You let yourself relax against him, the sandalwood scent of his cologne a welcome comfort. “You smell so good.” You hum against him.

“I think taehyungie got me it for my birthday.” He laughed, pulling back to hand you your shoes.

“Well can you ask him to buy some more?” You pleaded, a grin stretching across your lips.

He breathed in harshly. “Ah, it was expensive babe.”

You deadpanned. “He is a literal millionaire.”

“I am too you know, I can buy my own cologne.” He defends, feigning a frown.

“Hobi you refused to order food because there was a double charge for the weather.” You tie your laces before dipping up your own coat, Hoseok stands behind you holding your hair to ensure none of it gets caught.

“I’m rich not dumb, besides it was sunny.” His hand rests on your hip, his fingers drawing along your waistband causing a shiver to run down your spine.

He must have notices as his hand moves completely, this time wrapping around your neck. “All mine.”

“All yours.” You whisper.

“Maybe I should just take you back to bed hmm?” His lips are rough against your own, him clearly dominating the kiss.

You barely manage out a strangled moan as he slips his other hand between your legs. It’s barely there a few seconds before he pulls away.

“Wha-?” You stand there, dazed and confused. Slightly upset by the sudden loss of contact.

He simply laughs, his fingers linking yours before he opens the door. “Let’s go beautiful.

“You’re so mean.” You whine taking a step outside, he follows behind you locking the door.

“So how has work been?.” You rest your head against his shoulder as you walk around the back road, it wasn’t accessible to cars and it was irregular for anyone to be around except other residents but neither of you wanted to risk it so you had both made sure to take the usual black face masks, you had chosen a cap whereas Hoseok has chosen to sport his green beanie.

He looked around before answering, it was something he did out of reflex. Not wanting to alert anyone of his identity. “It’s been okay, we have been practicing non stop. Namjoon-ah has been staying late to help anyone who needs it, the same goes for Jimin.”

You smiled at how thoughtful the boys were. When you had first met hobi there had been some worried about your intentions but that disappeared as quickly as it formed. You and the other members becoming fast friends. “You forgot to mention yourself in that list.”

“Hmm?” He questions, sliding his free hand into his pocket.

“You’ve been coming home late practically every day for the past month, I know how the others always favour your method of teaching for dance. They feel assured when dance captain Jung isn’t scolding them.” You laugh, peeking up at him.

He follows suit, his own gaze blazing into yours. A flush of red coloured your face, you thanked the face mask otherwise you would have been embarrassed. Despite the fact you were married you could never understand just how Hoseok was able to have such a strong effect on you, a mere look from the man was enough to bring you to your knees.

“I’m not that scary baby.” He chuckles, checking a message that’s come through on his phone.

“Do you ever see those videos army makes of your “dance captain glare?”

“I do, jungkookie showed me one a few weeks ago. I scared myself but I promise it’s not anger I just look like that when I concentrate.” He frowns, staring at his phone screen. “Jimin asked if you wanted to go to dinner with us all after the concert?”

“I wouldn’t miss it.” You nod, watching his face as he replies. “Scary captain jung.” You squeeze his hand, letting him know that you wasn’t serious. Worried you upset him as his frown deepens. “What’s wrong?”

“Rain.” He pouts dramatically, holding his phone towards you. A few drops of rainwater had run across the screen. It was light enough to go amiss.

You stayed hopeful as you chimed “maybe it will just be a few drops, do you want to go home or should we go to the store?”

He looked up to the sky as of hoping for an answer on wether or not the scattered raindrops were going to come full force. “I guess we could go to the store, it will pass.”

“Forever hopeful, my hobi.” You giggle, kissing him against his cheek through the mask.

“You know I think the hardest thing about working so late is that I miss you, I worry sometimes even after all these years that you’ll decide it’s all too much.” He rubs his thumb against the back of your hand, something you were sure he did to reassure himself.

You slowed your pace. “I wonder something if I’m too little, if I don’t give you as much as you give me. I think I remind myself that outside all of who we are and what we do we are just people, you are my Hoseok and just that.” You come to a pause to pull your mask down as you do his, kissing him quickly before slipping them back on.

“That’s why I married you.”

“Because I’m amazing?” You raise an eyebrow, jokingly.

He shakes his head and you do your best to muster a disappointed sigh. “Don’t do that, of course you’re amazing. I married you because you are the only person in the entire world that can make me feel like Jung Hoseok. Of course it’s like that with the members but that’s different because they are the same as me. You aren’t, not society wise. You are just as incredible and strong, not to mention out of this world intelligent but before you I never got to be just Hoseok. The second I get home it’s like I’m a normal person.”

You let his words hang in the air for a few moments, wanting to respond in a way where he felt heard. You always tried to take time before talking about something so serious. Words that were truly meaningful deserved to be thought about carefully. You drew in a breath before beginning with. L”You are and always will be a normal person hobi, you’ll always be someone worthy of privacy and respect. People often think just because you have done amazing things that the ordinary person hasn’t that you have done unfair or outward look on life. I remember the day I met you, standing there absolutely lost in the car park with your security trying to usher me away. I remember arguing with them because I had just as much right to be there as you, on our first date I felt mortified i had acting that way. I was prepared to walk into that cafe and apologise but now looking back I don’t regret it.”

“Every single day you amazing me more, how did I become so lucky, I could have had everything in the world but none of it would have meant half as much if I didn’t have you.” He brings his palm to your face, caressing your cheek. It was a small act of affection, it wasn’t something you did much of in public for obvious reasons but this was always special, intimate. A wordless way to say I love you.

You were 20 minuets away from the late night convenience store when the storm hit fully, you had huddled underneath the stores cover hoping it would pass but it didn’t and soon enough the space became too crowded that you were forced to move.

Hobi had tried to give you his jacket to cover yourself but you declined, slipping you hand into his before beginning to run, he followed along his legs matching your pace as you skated along the streets, you were both soaked but it didn’t matter. The echos of your laughter as you ran past people down to the backstreet was joyous. You were thankful you were able to keep up with Hoseok, his stamina much better than yours.

Sure enough your running turned to a jog and then to a light walk as you both panted, the rain still pounding against you both. “I can’t breathe.” Hoseok pants, reaching for the water bottle he had brought a mere five minuets ago.

He drank half before passing it to you which you accepted without question. You stood for a few minuets trying to keep your heart from beating out of your chest and your lungs from exploding before Hoseok pulled his hand into yours.

“What are we doing?” You giggle as he wraps his arms around your waist.

He checks around once again before pulling his face mask down along with yours. His smile warming you instantly. “Dancing in the rain.”

“Hobi you’ll get sick.” You decline, not wanting to risk putting him at an inconvenience right before the concert.

“We can worry about that tomorrow, right now I want to dance with my wife. I want to kiss her in the streetlights. I want to hear her tell me she loves me. Is that too much to ask?”

“Never.” You lean in to press your lips against his as you both sway, there was no music and you doubt this could even be considered dancing but you didn’t care.

The rain could fall four hours, it could thunder and flood but nothing could make you move. Nothing could steal you from this beautiful moment. Your husband laughing as he twirls you around in a manner that makes you feel like some princess, you blushing as he compliments you like he is trying to win you. It’s one you know will be told as a story for years to come.

You’d always talked about children, you both wanted them. You couldn’t wait to tell them the story of how their mother and father crazily danced in the rain at 9pm whispering confessions of love to one another.

After all, everyone loves a romance novel.

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yongbokology · 2 years

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justanotherstarlightmonger · 2 years

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Helsinki Chapter 3: Twelve Baby Steps

Helsinki syndrome is a term sometimes used incorrectly in place of Stockholm syndrome. It’s use in literature is often ironic and deliberate and literally means when a captive refuses to cooperate with their captor.

Summary: A war of wits does have some rules too. But if one party refuses to acknowledge the sacred rule of leaving family out of it, the other must retaliate stronger to quell any such advances for the future… Or at least that’s what Min Yoongi told himself when he abducted Kim Namjoon’s younger sister. That was before he realized that this elaborate game of chess didn’t have just two players and before he had promised Namjoon he’d keep her safe, But also before he realized that one month was enough to leave his whole life in chaos.

Genre: MAFIA AU, slight yandere themes, smut, a happy sprinkling of fluff/comfort, and a truckload of ANGST.

WARNINGS: OC cries. Yeah that's it!

Pairing: Main pairing: Mafia!MIN YOONGI X READER

Others include: Collegeboyfriend!Hosoek x reader + Mafia!Taehyung x reader + Kidnapper!Seokjin x reader.

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The BMW sped through streets which you’d never been on. How were they so empty? Where was the Seoul traffic?

His eyebrow quirked.

You had the sense to deduce you were heading out of the city, and your heart was speeding even faster.

There were tall trees on each side and as far as you could tell, there were open fields behind them.

Finally, plucking up enough courage to look at him, you cleared your throat.

“Where are you taking me?”

He tilted his head, towards you, still not glancing at you.

“What makes you think I’ll tell you?”

“Human decency maybe. But then again, you don’t have that I can tell.”

The ghost of a smile flashed across his face, but he remained silent, indicating the end of whatever variation of a conversation you were having.

Soon enough though, your answer appeared in front of you. The trees disappeared to make an entrance to an open road, and right in front of you, some distance off, stood a jet. Your eyes widened and and you felt sick.

People claim when you’re about to die, you see your life flash before your eyes. So were you about to die, because your entire life had flashed before you. Tears formed involuntarily as you hugged yourself, not knowing what to do about the impending doom you were speeding towards.

Something clicked in your head. Of course he wouldn’t stay here. Not when your brother would send hounds straight from hell after him. But somehow you had innocently hoped that he wouldn’t leave. But ofcourse he would. He would fly you... out of the country?

Soon enough, the car stopped and Yoongi gave you an expectant look. Of course he noticed how scared you looked. How the hostile expression you had worn had waned to morph into something so primitively sincere. The perfect prey.

“Do we have a problem?”

“Could you just tell me where you’re taking me?” you pleaded.

“Is it customary to tell hostages where they’re being taken nowadays? Because call me old fashioned but I’d rather not.”

You were tempted to punch him in that smug face. But you knew well enough that punching Min Yoongi wouldn’t come without consequences, and you weren’t sure you could handle that kind of consequences in your state of mind.

You rolled your eyes, wordlessly opening the door and stepping out. But he had already caught you.

Yoongi stepped out too, victorious smirk set on his face.

You were also met by two bodyguards who were tall, bulked up, extremely intimidating individuals that regarded you as if you were a little fly. And truth be told, you felt like one in front of them.

The jet was something else.

Not that you had been in many jets before this. But you imagined this was top class luxury even among them.

Apparently Yoongi had a thing for mute leather interiors that screamed wealth.

Trying to make your existence as non-existent as possible, you shuffled to one of the individual seats beside the window and sat on the edge, wondering what Namjoon would be doing this instant.

You had always thought your brother’s clenched jaw and fiery eyes were the most scary thing you had ever seen.

But the unconcerned, expressionless face of the man who came and sat opposite you was quickly becoming the owner of that title.

The jet took off soundlessly and smoothly, and you had to pace your heart rate with deep breaths. At this point, you were absolutely sure the only thing holding you together was the liquid fear that was running in your bloodstream and nothing else.

That’s when you realized your cell phone was also in the handbag you had left in Namjoon’s car. Perfect.

After about half an hour of flying, you found yourself reclining in the seat, your eyes still glued to the sky outside to avoid any and all eye contact with the man in front of you, who was busily typing away on his laptop. You realized the sky was slowly turning into shades of orange and pink. The sun was setting under the canopy of clouds, over the world of the clueless. Passing an expanse of pretty pink, you were inevitably reminded of Hoseok’s nickname for you. ‘Sunshine’ he’d call you.

You shook your head and crossed your arms in front of you, looking out the window, wondering where in tarnation you were.

You felt as if a vice had gripped your heart and as his bright smile flashed in front of your eyes, suddenly everything got blurry and you lost the war to the tears that had been standing on high alert.

Believe it or not, you had debated on whether you wanted to go to the bathroom to hide your tears from Yoongi. But why should you care? It’s not like he would care. If he cared at all, he wouldn’t be flying you off somewhere you had no idea about. You wouldn’t be in this jet, headed to hell, but rather at home, in your own bed, scrolling through Instagram.

Yoongi stared at the miserable creature that hugged her knees to her chest and tucked her face into them, her body shaking as she tried to cry silently. He was uncomfortable about this whole situation.

The Mafia had a strong rule. No matter what happened, you never hurt women or children.

He hadn’t hurt you though. He didn’t plan to. He simply wanted to give the Seoul PD a fright, a couple days on a wild goose chase, and then he’d let you go. He only wanted to break Namjoon’s will to get him off his tail.

So why were you crying?

He signaled the waiter to come over and told him to pour you some water and get Yoongi some whiskey. The waiter nodded and rushed off as Yoongi sighed, running a hand through his hair exasperatedly and leaning back in the chair.

Yoongi would never hurt you, his principles were too strong for a heinous act as that.

Yes, he had scared you with that whole pulling-a-gun-on-you situation earlier but that had been a necessity to speed things along.

Was the whole shock of the situation crashing on you now?

And more importantly, should he say something to you, or would that just make everything worse?

One look to his watch and he figured Shanghai was still a good hour long flight away. This might just be the longest hour of his life.

After a good long cry, your heart felt much lighter and your eyes were swollen and heavy. You peeked from where you were hiding in your knees, at your captor who had put his laptop to the side and was examining something on his phone. Your throat felt raw and you noticed the glass of cool water that sat on the table in front of you, presumably for you.

He had the audacity to pretend he cared about you like that?

And because you couldn’t throw the glass of water in his face, you decided it was a better idea to simply cry some more. And so you did.

“Oh for the love of god...” Yoongi mumbled, half done at the pathetic show of emotions and half intrigued. He shook his head, leaving you be as he stood and changed his seat.

You didn’t know when you had dozed off, head resting on your knees in front of you. You only realized when a gentle hand nudged your shoulder and you jolted awake looking at the face of the butler who had welcomed Yoongi on the plane.

“Madam...” he began, but you had already jumped up tossing away the blanket someone had draped onto you.

“Where are we?” you asked him.

“Mr. Min will tell you, he asked me to escort you to the car. May I?” his voice was monotone and expressionless. Were all these people robots?

You nodded as he extended his hand, pointing you towards the exit. You stepped out into the fresh air. It was very windy wherever this was and your hair flew into your eyes and mouth. You closed your eyes involuntarily against the dust blowing.

The butler recognized your state of distress and gently placed a hand on your arm, “There are stairs, would you like me to guide you down?”

“Yes please.” you said meekly, still hiding your eyes behind your hands.

When you finally reached the pseudo shelter of the car, the butler opened the door for you and before stepping in, you made sure to thank him for his help. To which he smiled kindly.

Yoongi saw the whole exchange from inside the car, scoffing silently. You were clearly out of your mind. Had he bitten off more than he could chew?

No.

You were just a pampered little brat who was in for the biggest reality check of her life.

As the door slammed shut and silence welcomed you again, you were well aware that you were once again under Yoongi’s gaze. But this time you made eye contact with him.

But before you could open your mouth, his low voice greeted you, “Welcome to Shanghai.”

There were a thousand questions in your mind. And now that his gun was out of sight, suddenly you weren’t as scared of him.

Shanghai?

YOU WERE IN CHINA?

“It’s only for a few days.” Why he reassured you like that, even he wasn’t sure. But that did stop you for a minute. You looked out of the window, at the fast approaching metropolitan city with it’s majestic sky scrapers and hustle that matched Seoul’s.

Soon enough, the car entered the city and you couldn’t help but wonder at the marvelous sights.

“You flew me out of the country?” you asked, flabbergasted.

“You’ll probably make a fuss about this won’t you?” Yoongi’s voice broke your chain of thought.

“Huh?”

And Yoongi couldn’t help but marvel at the sight of you. Turned completely towards the window, you beheld the lit up city with child-like wonder. Yoongi wondered if you remembered where you were, and under what circumstances. But even if you didn’t, you were quiet, and that’s more than enough for him for now.

“Wear this blindfold.”

“What? No!”

“Ugh, I knew you’d say that.”

You rolled your eyes. “What exactly do you want to hide from me? I don’t know the first thing about this city.”

“Fine, just close your eyes when I tell you to.”

You frowned but nodded. The conversation was done and the mask of empty emotion was back on his face. But you continued looking at him.

Yoongi bit the inside of his cheek, giving you a glance of his thinking face. Something you’d never seen. It was unexpectedly soft.

“Haven’t your parents told you it’s rude to stare?” he snapped.

“Haven’t your parents taught you it’s rude to kidnap girls and illegally fly them to another country?” you retorted, your sharp tongue acting on it’s own accord.

Yoongi’s eyes widened a fraction, as he looked at you shocked. “That’s it, on goes the blindfold.” he announced, forcefully clasping your hands as he tied a piece of black cloth around your eyes single handedly.

You felt the car stop, and heard a door open. The door next to you had opened.

“Step out.” That was Yoongi’s voice.

“I can’t see shit.”

An exasperated sigh. “That’s the whole point.”

You struggled slightly, holding onto the car door for dear life, and stepped out. You felt gravel under your feet. You were probably on a driveway.

“Twelve steps ahead of you, there are three stairs. Mind them as you walk.” the same annoying voice reminded you.

So he really wasn’t going to help? The butler’s face swam in your vision as you huffed in anger and took slow, counted steps forwards.

After twelve steps, you instinctively took a higher step, only to have your foot slam down on flat gravel.

“MIN!” you screamed instinctively.

Strong arms were around your waist instantly. The most annoying gruff voice sounded so close to your ears, you felt you’d pass out, “God damn it, why did you do that, the stairs aren’t here yet.”

“You said TWELVE steps!” you pushed him away from you.

“Twelve regular steps, not the baby steps you’ve been taking.”

“You’re impossible, I swear.”

“Says the woman who was about to fall by walking on flat ground. Just take my hand.” he sounded pissed. As if he had the right to be.

You raised your hand, not feeling anything in the vicinity. Then his hand had found yours, and he held on tightly. This was one hell of an unexpected day.

Safely inside, Yoongi stopped at the foot of the flight of stairs as the room he had made ready for you was upstairs. He turned back to look at you, standing there, looking dumb. He rolled his eyes.

You screamed as you felt an arm brace behind your knees and you were swept off your feet.

“GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!” You slapped the chest you were held against. “PUT ME DOWN MIN!”

“Shut up.” he growled.

“I’ll shut up when you put me down!”

He didn’t grace you with an answer and simply started ascending.

“Hey!” you protested, only to be met with silence.

Yoongi pushed open the door with his foot, and placed you on a soft rug. As you still steadied yourself, he had ripped the blindfold off your eyes and tossed it to the ground. Your eyes widened, getting used to the nicely lit room, and before you could say a word to him, he was out the door, slamming and locking the door behind him.

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jvngkook97 · 2 years

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hello there! can i make a request about One Night Stand with Hoseok? thank you

One Night Only

pairing; jung hoseok x female!reader

genre; angst, fluff, humor, smut, one night stand au, music festival au

warnings; cursing, mentions of drugs, alcohol consumption, mentions of blood, small fight, dirty talk, praising, oral (m and f receiving), cum play, spit play, sex with a condom (be smart pls), hand job, fingering, blow job, cum swallowing, doggy style sex, rough sex

rating; 21+ MINORS DNI

w/c; 6,028

a/n; thank you so much for the request! like + reblog if you enjoyed. feedback is always appreciated and helps keep this writer motivated.

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Read the not so direct sequel -> Daydream

You met him through the latest dating app.

One that was mainly used to just hook up with people that were close by.

That should’ve been your first warning.

When he invited you to hang at a music festival taking place in the middle of the desert of fucking nowhere?

That should’ve been your second warning.

And the third? Well. That’s going to come later.

Transcendence is a massive festival around these parts, it seems. It’s three days of indie, alt, and punk music. Most people come out here in tents, campers, and RV’s alike to camp out.

As you begin the strenuous trek from the public parking section of the huge lot, you see other festival goers around you dressed in an eclectic mix of boho chic fashion trends, punk and alt styles, and what you can only describe as ‘homeless but make it $10,000’.

Finally making it past the festival gates after getting through what they deemed as ‘security’, but was really two people who acted like they really didn’t want to to be there and rushed everyone through, you realize this whole thing might be better than you originally thought. Eclectic art sculptures, people doing yoga, witnessing what you could only assume is some weird hippie pagan ritual, a man with a goat, and of course, the heavy smell of pot permeating throughout.

Wandering further into the festival, you seem to make it to the food portion of it. As you’re checking out the diverse food stalls as well as art installations littered around, your attention is suddenly drawn by an exaggeratedly loud and obnoxious giggle. You cringed. This girl was laying it on thick. You couldn’t help but overhear the conversation she was in, keeping your back to her and her mystery partner, not yet sure who she was talking with, but you wanted to see if her tactic would work.

“Yeah, so, like, your chakras are probably out of line. I could give you a reiki massage or—,” she trailed off in a suggestive tone. The only thing you could make out from your peripheral was that she was one of the boho dressed festival goers. You bit your lip to prevent the laugh that was starting to bubble up your throat, about ninety percent sure that this isn’t the first time she’s more than likely used this line on someone.

Deciding to take a peak, you acted as if you were stretching as you turned your body around to face them. To your surprise, it’s not just one boho chic girl, but a group of them. They were all surrounding one very relaxed guy who is leaning against what appears to be a renovated school bus and smoking a joint.

“Maybe another time.” The male spoke, disinterested, yet wore a friendly smile.

You snorted in disbelief, but thoroughly amused.

It was your supposed date for the evening — Jung Hoseok.

You’re not dating him, he’s free to do whatever he wants. With a confident strut, you approach. His eyes flicker up to meet yours when he notices you approach, his grin widening with each step you take towards him.

“Y/N!”

He practically shakes off the gaggle of women as he passes off his joint to a random person and jogs over to you the rest of the way. As he goes in for a hug, you begin to feel mischievous. You decided to take it one step further and lean up to press your lips firmly to his instead. To your surprise, he goes with it. Securing an arm around your waist, he pulls your body flush against his and returns the kiss in fervor.

When he pulls away, he’s smiling wider, if that’s even possible. You give him your flirtiest wink.

“I’m so glad you made it.” He spoke sincerely, voice laced with relief and excitement.

That’s when the previous boho chick wanted to ensure you both that she was still there.

“Uh, do you know them, Hobi?”

You both turn back to the woman, his arm still hung around your waist and your hand splayed on his chest as you lean against him. Some of the women have dispersed, clearly realizing that you are the one Hoseok is interested in. You look up to him to answer and see his eyes flash with a mischievous glint of their own.

“Yeah. This is y/n. We’re childhood friends.”

You feign a look of betrayal, the hand that was once on his chest coming up to cover your mouth before you smacked him in the chest, hard. He gave a wince at your action, but let you continue with your own little act.

“Is that all we are? What am I going to tell our son?!”

“S—Son?” He choked on his own spit, reply broken up as he stuttered, flabbergasted at the direction where you chose to take this charade of yours. “You didn’t tell me I had a son.”

“It’s because I adopted him and signed your name. Your signature isn’t as complicated as you think.”

He gave a fake sigh, shaking his head in mock disappointment.

“You told me you wouldn’t do that again. In fact, you promised me, y/n.”

“Well—,” you paused for dramatic effect. “I lied to you. It was the only way.”

He rips his body away from yours as if being burned, crossing his arms over his chest. Angling his body away from yours, he replies angrily.

“I can’t believe you’ve conned me into adopting more children! I can’t forgive you this time.” He made a show of beginning to walk away as you threw yet another layer on top of your snowball of a lie.

“What if I told you I was pregnant?” Your face was serious when he stopped and pivoted on his heel to give you a look that was just as serious as yours.

“I would tell you to stop that.”

“Fair enough.”

“Right. Good luck with that.” The boho chick piped in, a look of disgust on her face.

The women dispersed after that, clearly not in on the joke and vaguely confused in general. Once they’re long out of sight, you look at Hoseok and snicker. He gives you a clap on the back, amused by the whole situation.

“Sorry. Were they your friends?” You face was one of faux concern, but your sarcastic tone contradicted it entirely.

“Okay.” He smiled sheepishly. “So, don’t judge me.”

“Oh boy.”

“I have no clue what any of their names are. They just kinda latched onto me from the moment I got here.”

“If you can just attract people like that, why the hell were you on that dating app?” You asked, genuinely curious, but not judging.

He clicked his tongue, pointing finger guns at you as he replied back.

“Well, see, there’s just a fundamental issue with all of them.”

“Which is….?” You trailed off, eyes squinting at him.

“None of them were you, of course.”

You throw your head back and let out a loud laugh and he swears he could listen to you laugh all day if you’d let him.

“What a smooth talker you are, Hoseok.”

“Hobi. Just call me Hobi.” He smiled warmly at you as you regained control of yourself from your little fit of laughter.

“Hobi.” You like the way it rolls off your tongue as you test it out, equally as warm smile appearing on your face in return.

“Shall we?” He thumbs behind him, then leads the way back over to the bus he was previously leaning on when you first saw him as you trailed steps behind him.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

“Can I get you something? Beer? Wine? Tequila?”

“Tequila, please.”

“Good choice.”

After popping open a folding chair so that you can settle in and sit down, he runs up the steps and into the elongated school bus. He then returns shortly, stepping down carefully with two red solo cups in hand. He passes one to you that you take with a grateful smile, murmuring your thanks. Unfolding another chair, he sits down next to you and takes a swig of the tequila. You do the same.

A comfortable silence forms, lasting all of five seconds until you can no longer hide your growing curiosity on the eyesore that is the bus in front of you.

“So, is that a school bus?”

“Huh?” He seemed to zone out for a second, his eyes surveying fellow festival goers as they walked past you both. “Oh, yeah.”

He laughs, looking back at the bus fondly. It’s definitely a school bus, but it’s been painted over, slate blue and white. Although, currently, it has more of a dusted orange tint to it due to the desert. He then satiated your wondering mind with an explanation.

“It was a project I’ve been working on for awhile. I’m just kinda traveling, so I decided to redo a bus and make it my home for the time being.” He then went on to describe exactly how much work he put into it which had you guffaw at him, face morphing into one of shock with each thing he listed. “Ripped out the inside, popped in a bed, a stereo system, a kitchen. It’s pretty lit inside if I do say so myself. I’ll show you later.”

As you’re about to ask another question, a group of alt guys walk by.

“Hey, Hobi!” The two fist bump with bright smiles.

“Hey! What’s up, man? You guys all finished with the sets?” Hobi asks the mystery male.

“Yeah! You wanna come hang with us at the pirate ship?”

Pirate ship? Why are you not surprised.

“Maybe later, man.”

Finally seeming to notice you through his stoner haze, the guy shifts his attention over to you. He smacks Hobi on the shoulder with a cheeky grin.

“Yo, who’s this?”

“This is y/n, she’s my—,” he looks over at you to finish, leaving it up to you. He should’ve known by now that that wouldn’t be a wise idea.

“I’m pregnant with his child.”

You stare point blank at the alt guy, as you take another large swig of the tequila that he obviously hasn’t noticed you nursing this whole time. Hobi just snorts and doubles over in laughter at your completely straight face.

He swears, you should become an actress. He curiously then wonders if you are, cause it would make a whole lot of sense if it was true. He stored that question in his mind to ask you later.

You continued on with your ruse, the guy fully believing you still, no doubt due to the high he was currently on.

“We met at the last music festival. Figured I’d better track him down and make an honest man out of him and whatnot.” You waved your hand in the air lazily, emitting an aura of nonchalance.

“We’re going to name the kid after the next music festival we attend together.”

“Tight. Alright man, we’ll catch you later. Nice meeting you, Hobi’s baby momma.”

“Yup. Later, bro.”

He gives one last fist bump to your apparent ‘baby daddy’ and salutes you with a wink, then he and the rest of the alt guys walk off and leave you two alone, yet again.

Your male companion then turns back to you with a wide smile, looking you up and down as if studying you.

“So, seeing as I’m gonna be a dad to our little music festival baby—,” he trailed off with a deep chuckle. “Tell me a bit about yourself?”

You angle your body in the chair towards him as you chug the rest of your tequila, feeling the burn as it slides down your throat and into your stomach with a warming sensation. He mimics your position in his own chair, chugging his drink to match your pace. Once done, he offers to take yours and he slides it underneath his, putting it in the cup holder on his chair.

When his attention was back on you, did you answer his question.

“I’m an artist.”

“Oh? Sick. What kind of artist?”

“I’m a musician.”

He could feel the effects of the alcohol take a slight toll on him as he says his next words.

“There’s something really beautiful about that. You’ll fit in around here.”

You could tell he was sincere with his words, and it made you give him a warm smile.

“Mhm. I already do!”

“Hey.” He leans in your direction. “But do you love what you do?”

“Yes.” Like Hobi, the effects of the tequila were starting to hit you as well, and if he found sober you entertaining? He was going to love drunk you. “And let me tell you.” You lift your pointer finger at him with emphasis. “The whole ‘if you love what you do, you’ll never work a day in your life thing’ that people always spew? Yeah, that’s bullshit.”

Noticing the slight hostility in your voice, he comes to the conclusion that this may or may not be a sensitive topic for you and decides it’s time to talk about something else, or better yet, do something else.

“Anyways, we’re here, might as well experience it to the fullest, right?” He offers, though backtracks a bit as he thinks on what exactly can occur during this music festival. “Although, if you just wanted to hang around here for now, I get it. Day one of any festival is pretty rowdy around this time.”

“What do you mean?” Considering this is the very first music festival you’ve ever attended, you had no idea what he was talking about.

He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

“Drunk people grinding on strangers, people stage diving, fights — it’s a real party, but it can be pretty fun. What do you say? Wanna risk it by the stage?”

You lean forward towards him, chair wobbling from the weight and threatening to topple over if you leaned any further to the one side. He cautiously puts his hands up in case he needed to catch your haphazard form. You didn’t take any notice.

“Bitch. I. So. Do.”

Laughing at your enthusiasm, he stands up and offers you his hand.

“Well then, shall we?”

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

You head to one of the many stages scattered around the huge festival. A decently popular band called ‘Guys Not Dogs’ are playing. True to their name, they are, in fact, not dogs. Their music is actually really good, and soon enough both you and Hobi are dancing along with the crowd around you.

With a firm hand on your waist, he pulls you close to him, your back to his front. Your bodies grind against each other sensually as you sway to the music.

You’re pretty sure it’s a mix of the alcohol in your system and the loud vibration of the music you could feel shoot up your body from the soles of your feet, but you tilt your head back to lay it on his shoulder and look up at him with a need to suddenly kiss him.

His eyes are locked with yours as he reads the message you’re trying to send loud and clear, having his own hidden desire to kiss you again. You lock lips with him and he grips you tightly, your own hand raising to place it firmly on his cheek to push his head further down to deepen the kiss. Now, you’re both effectively making out in the crowd, not a care in the world. It’s extremely hot, and you can feel your heart beat pick up a bit.

Before either of you know it, you’ve stopped dancing completely in favor of kissing.

He slowly pulls away from you, a thin string of saliva connects your lips from the battle of tongues that ensued in your mouths, both of you too stubborn to let the other win, before it splits in half and your lips are fully disconnected. He smiles at you with his entire face.

After another song finishes, he turns to you, his hands on your hips tapping out a random beat as he asks you a question.

“I’m going to get us some drinks. Is there anything specific you’d like?”

“Wine cooler.” It was the first thing that came to mind, you just trying to get your answer out before the next song blasted through the speakers and left you deaf to his words.

“Okay, I’ll be right back!”

Soon as he runs off, the song starts and you cheer along with the crowd. You bob your head and sway your hips to the music, arms up in the air as you get lost in the vibe of the song.

Before long, someone comes up behind you and begins to dance with you. You let out a giddy laugh, and inwardly you’re impressed with how quick he was to return, you thinking it would take a lot longer.

You turn your body around with a compliment on your lips for Hobi, when it dies in your throat the instant you lock eyes with the person behind you.

Someone who definitely wasn’t him.

The guy who has come up to you sways and flashes you a goofy grin. You’ll admit, he was cute. But still, you felt awkward. And it doesn’t sit well with you knowing that he’s obviously very drunk already.

You tried to remedy the situation with a small, but albeit, friendly smile so as not to cause a scene.

“Uh, sorry? No. I—I’m waiting for someone.” Your tried to keep your tone light and friendly as you spoke loud enough for him to hear you over the loud bass.

“Huh?” He replies yelling loudly, a dumbfounded look on his face. “What do you mean?”

You take a step back as the spit that flies out of his mouth with his words land surreptitiously on your thoroughly disgusted face. He takes a step towards you, his legs wobbling. Within seconds he’s tripped over himself, knocking you right into the ground in his clumsy attempt to right himself.

You throw your hands up in front of your face to try and protect yourself as people still danced around you, only some of them aware that you are in a perfect trampling position. Your mind races as you try to figure out what to do, the alcohol in your system clouding your mind.

“Hey! What the fuck?!” You breathe a sigh of relief when you hear his very loud, very pissed off voice from somewhere above you. “Get away from her!”

You hear a loud ‘crack’, and then you’re violently jerked back up onto your feet. The sudden movement causing you to get lightheaded for a moment, before you fully regain your bearings and realize you’re not on your feet at all. Looking up into Hobi’s worried gaze, you come to the conclusion he’s carrying you bridal style. It’s not until his focus shifts from you to the ground, do you also look, and see the drunk guy who had just knocked you down cradling a bloody nose.

The neighboring crowd around you has stopped and created a circle to watch the chaos that has seemed to unfold, you could hear the murmuring and whispers as they try and piece together what exactly happened.

Apparently, it was even enough to make the actual band playing onstage pause their music, the lead singer’s voice suddenly booming through the speakers on it’s own, sounding slightly concerned, but mainly pissed off from being interrupted.

“Hey! What’s going on over there? Security!”

“You good to run?” Hobi questions you quickly, and you only nod your head.

Deeming it enough, he sets you back on the ground, and before you could straighten up completely, he’s grabbing your hand and running in a random direction, pushing through the crowd.

Only minutes later, once you are both safely away from the commotion of the stage and the crowd, does Hobi let go of your hand to fall on the ground in a sitting position catching his breath. His arms are dangling over his knees, and his head is tilted downward between them. You opt to still standing, but being hunched over with your hands on your knees, your own chest heaving from the physical exertion that your body wasn’t used too.

“You—Saved me?” You ask in between breaths, brows furrowed over the events you didn’t get to see, but could assume occurred.

Hobi let’s out a deep chuckle, his shoulders bouncing up and down in the process. He tilts his head back to look up at your standing form with a lopsided smile.

“Yeah, I guess. But, honestly? What was I supposed to do? You were in trouble.” His whole body may have been exhausted, but his voice still somehow remained both jovial and nonchalant, like he’s been through this kind of thing before with someone else and therefore wasn’t phased.

And maybe he has, but you were still extremely grateful for him being there in your time of need.

“Thank you, for getting me out of there.” You straightened back up with a small, but albet thankful smile, extending your hand out for him to grab in order to help him up off the ground. He takes it with a wide grin, standing back up on his feet in no time as you continue with your words of gratitude. “I was in a really bad spot after I got knocked to the ground. I’m glad you came. I could’ve really gotten hurt — but I’m okay, thanks to you.”

Hobi scratched the tip of his nose in embarrassment over your sincere words.

“I’m glad you’re alright. I really had no idea what happened. I just saw you on the ground with that guy standing over you and I thought he hit you.”

“He didn’t hit me, he was just drunk. I don’t think he meant to knock me on the ground at all. I was more worried about being trampled than anything though…” your voice trailed off at the end, your face becoming pale upon realizing exactly what could’ve happened, envisioning it in your head like a scene from a horror movie.

Hobi could read your facial expression and how the mood changed drastically in seconds, it didn’t take him long to pull you into his arms, his hands rubbing up and down your back soothingly.

“It’s okay now. I’m not going to leave you alone again, okay?” His breath fans your ear for a second, him pulling away shortly to check and make sure you were fine. When you didn’t give him any signs that you weren’t, he continued. “Come on, let’s just head back to camp for the night, okay?”

In all the ruckus, you didn’t notice how the sky that was once sky blue, was now a sea of orange and purple hues, the twinkling of stars beginning to appear in it’s wake.

And with that, you head away from the festival and back to his bus.

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“It’s getting pretty late, you know? You live far?”

“About an hour and a half, two hours if traffic is bad.”

“What?!” His expression was one of mild shock. Hands flailing around him in a comical fashion. “You can’t head home now! Why don’t you just camp out here with me?”

You knew his worry and offer came from a place of sincerity and innocence, but you still couldn’t stop the way your cheeks tinted at your own inner lewd and wishful thoughts.

When you didn’t answer right away, he became aware of your flushed look, and immediately back tracked in hopes of not sounding like a creep.

“I have a daybed you can take for the night if you’re uncomfortable? I have no problems sleeping on the floor, really.”

Stuck in your lewd thoughts, you became emboldened with your next words.

“I was thinking this was going to be more—,” your own hands made an appearance to gesture in between your bodies with a hidden message. “—erotic?”

Your entire body cringed at the use of the word, but you didn’t know how else to say it, suddenly feeling like you were back in your awkward college day encounters when you were still a virgin.

“Oh?” His brows are furrowed, not yet registering the extent of your reply.

“OH.” His eyes widen considerably, a semi flustered look appearing at putting the pieces together.

“Oh.” He attempted to play his previous response off in a more smooth and suave way.

“Yes.” His answer is short, but resolute, and you think he’s done, until he throws you for a loop. “What say—,” he trails off mysteriously. “We make things interesting? Want to play a game?”

“Okay, Jigsaw.” He lets out a loud laugh at your horror reference, it only fueling his desire as he gives you a sultry smirk.

“Would you rather — sexy edition.”

Your brows raise in response as you wave at him to further explain.

“If you have done what is asked, then you receive a sexual favor. If you haven’t done what is asked, you give the other a sexual favor. Deal?”

Your smirk matches his as you reply.

“Deal.”

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Both of you sit facing one another on his bed, now safe from the rowdy all nighter festival goers whose shouts and talking outside are muffled within the bus. You’re both only in your underwear.

As he asks the first question, the game begins.

“Okay, let me think. Never have I ever….been tied up in bed.”

You bite your lip in anticipation. You’ve done that.

“Guess you have to treat me.”

“Those are the rules.”

He feigns disappointment, but his voice says otherwise, eyes darkening in the lowlight of the bedroom as he shuffles on the bed to sit behind you to pull you close. His hot breath races past your ear as he makes open mouth kisses to the side of your neck.

In this position, your knees are bent as you lean against him. He taps the inside of the knee closest to him as encouragement to part them wider and give him more room and better access to your still clothed core. You oblige.

His hand strokes down your bare stomach until his fingertips are touching the hem of your lacy underwear. He gives you a moment to stop him if you wanted too, and after a few minutes when he doesn’t get any resistance on your part does he resume in his actions.

Sliding underneath the hem of the lacy material, he skims past your tufts of pubic hair that has him sucking in a sharp breath due to finding it extremely hot not being shaved, his fingertips travel further until they find the hood of your clit and teasingly rub against it in order to go to the main destination he has in mind.

You let out a low whimper at the light touch of his fingertips that trace your opening in teasing circles, him never fully sticking a finger in yet. Your whimper goes straight to his lower half and you can feel the bulge that’s starting to form on your lower back.

“Shit, baby. You’re this wet already?” He chuckled lowly, and you bite back the witty remark on your lips and replace it with a moan, him inserting his middle finger up to the knuckle in one swift movement. His finger pumps a few long strokes into your pussy, him taking them out to gather your slick and rub it on your now swollen clit with short and fast movements.

It’s not long before your toes begin to curl as he switches between sliding his finger into your pussy and rubbing your clit with expert precision. When you grab onto his forearms with a vice grip and your moans turn into short pants, he knows you’re close.

“Let go, baby. Come on. Cum for me.” His voice whispered encouragingly into your ear and you can’t hold it back any longer. Your hips rise off the bed in your lust filled haze and he keeps rubbing your clit at a brutal pace until you forcefully push his hand away from your over sensitive bud.

Your entire body slacks against his, chest heaving as you try and calm down your breathing. He coo’s into your ear with sweet words and praise as he rocks your bodies gently side to side, his own way of helping you through your post orgasm state. Your heart swells at his actions, but you try not to let it get to you too much, knowing this was all for a game, and it was now time for the next question.

“Is it time for me to give another one already?”

“It is indeed.” You reply breathlessly.

He doesn’t move from his position as he asks you another question.

“Okay. Never have I ever gotten off to erotica.” You can see his brows waggle from your peripheral and you let out a rather unladylike snort.

“Who reads erotica these days? And besides, reading and masturbating? That’s too many things at once!” Your voice is high, expression flabbergasted, as you thrust your arms out in front of you in emphasis on the sheer absurdity of it all.

He laughs, and you feel the rumble in his chest from it, your back still against his front. He knows he’s won this round.

“I don’t get it either, but—,” he trails off knowingly, letting your silence speak for itself as you purse your lips, not liking to lose any type of game.

You heave a feigned sigh of defeat and sit up straight to turn yourself around. Now facing him on your knees do you give him a look.

“Alright, alright. I got you.”

“You don’t have too—,” his words are cut off when you push him down into the bed by his shoulders so he’s laying on his back now.

You sensually crawl up his body to straddle his hips. Leaning down, you place a bruising kiss on his parted lips from the surprise of being shoved down into submission. Breaking the kiss, you trail down his body with open mouthed kisses until you get to the hem of his Tommy Hilfiger underwear.

Shoving your fingers underneath enough to grab a hold of the hem, do you then lift the hem up to release it without warning. He lets out a sharp hiss at the unexpected sting against his waist, but you know he enjoyed it, having an up close view of the obvious tent he was now sporting. He shoots you a look that you return with an innocent one, and while he’s distracted do you swiftly pull them down in one go, letting them fall off the bed carelessly, his hard erection springing free and hitting your stomach.

Again, without warning, you lean down and plant a chaste kiss to the tip of his engorged, pre-cum leaking tip before taking it fully past your lips, cheeks hallowing in the process. You begin to bob your head up and down his length, and what you couldn’t fit in, you used one of your hands instead to do quick, short strokes. The other hand finds purpose with gently fondling his balls.

You can feel his hips begin to buck up into your mouth, and you relax your throat to allow him to fully incase himself in your warm mouth. Saliva begins to drip down the sides of your mouth and your eyes begin to water from him hitting your gag reflex. He places a hand behind your head, grunting as he looks down to watch you with hooded eyes. You want to encourage him to let go the same way that he did with you, but knowing that you couldn’t in your current position, you decided to moan continuously around his throbbing shaft, letting the vibrations speak for you.

Small moans begin to escape his mouth accompanied by his heavy panting breaths.

“Fuck—Y/N—Baby, I’m close.” It’s not even moments later do his thrusts get sloppy and uneven as he releases his warm load into your awaiting mouth. Some dribbles past your lips at the sheer amount as you make sure to swallow the rest. You pull away from his now soft cock with a ‘pop’, fingers coming up to wipe the cum off your face only to place them in your mouth and lick them clean.

The sight alone makes his dick semi hard again. You chuckle in amusement, repositioning yourself to laying down next to him with a heavy sigh. He turns onto his side to face you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. You raise yours in wonder but don’t say anything.

“Okay. One more.” He lifts his pointer finger up in the air between your bodies. You nod subtly. “Never have I ever hooked up at a music festival.”

“Aren’t we currently doing that?” You ask confused.

“Well, look at that. You’re right. I guess it’s a tie then.” He shrugs one shoulder nonchalantly.

Your eyes narrow in suspicion.

“What does that mean?

“It means we both win.” He replies with a shit eating grin.

He quickly, but gently pushes you so you’re laying on your stomach, as he begins to trail kisses up your spine and to your neck. Your arch your back at his ministrations, effectively lifting your butt up in the air and sensually grinding your ass into his now fully hard again cock.

With a rustle of sheets, you feel the bed dip from him leaning over you to reach the little drawer built into the side of the bed. Shortly after, you hear him opening what you could only assume was a condom wrapper, his body weight shifting again as he slides it on before climbing on top of you.

His fingers trace down your spine as he whispers seductively against the shell of your ear, his finger having already hooked its way into your panties to shove the material far enough to the side to poke his cock head against your fluttering hole.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.” You hiss at him impatiently.

With your consent, he sheathes himself into your constricting walls until his balls slap deliciously against your pulsating clit. Your hands are immediately gripping at his sheets in order to anchor yourself as your head falls sideways onto one of the pillows unceremoniously due to his relentless pace against you.

It takes only seconds until he has you a writhing, sobbing, blubbering mess underneath him.

“Fuck. You’re so tight. Holy shit.” He grinds out between a few sharp, hard, deep, thrusts.

You’re only response is a broken whimper as you focus on chasing your high, and he feels you begin thrusting your hips back into him. He reaches one hand underneath you to rub mercilessly against your heavily swollen bud that has you screaming his name as your walls catch his throbbing member in a vice grip, the spasms causing your slick to drip down your thighs and onto the sheets as you slump down into the mattress after your orgasm.

The only thing keeping your ass in the air is his bruising grip on your waist needed to chase his own final orgasm of the night. With one last hard thrust he stills, cock twitching inside of you as his cum fills up the condom with ease.

He gently lowers your exhausted body fully onto the mattress, pulling out of you to quickly tie the condom and throw it into the trash bin that sat near the side of the bed.

As he lays down next to your already half asleep form, he maneuvers you to lay on his chest, and only grabs the sheet to pull over your bodies due to the high heat both inside and outside of the bus.

Eyes closing, he follows you into dreamland, both of you blissfully unaware of the leaking condom that lay on the bottom of the trash bin from a hole the size of a pin needle. Nor would you ever notice, until it was too late.

And thus, came your third warning.

Two blazing pink lines.

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