A L L M I N E

a l l m i n e

p a i r i n g : hoseok x reader

g e n r e : friends w/ benefits au.

t a g s : idol!reader, producer!hoseok, casual sex, y’all act like a couple without exactly saying you are, careless sex, fingering + cunnilingus, studio sex, 69-ning, spanking (f receiving), hoseok’s a little mean, mc from ‘3:00 am’ makes a cameo ft. JK, attempted quiet sex, unprotected sex at the end, mentioned degradation

s u m m a r y : you never expected in a million years to work with the one and only jung hoseok. you also didn’t expect to indulge in a series of hook-ups with the rapper, but like a good girl you obey your senior.

w o r d c o u n t : 6.9 k

“I’m what?” You frowned with your head tilting to the side, trying to comprehend what the heck your manager was telling you.

She sighed deeply, hand coming up to massage her temples, "You know, Jung Hoseok? From BTS? We're having him come in to help produce your mini album. They think this collaboration will do good, rise your popularity even more."

You were a bit baffled by this, you didn't need the popularity. In fact you were well off without anyone's help given the company you came from and your talent/skill. They referred to you as the monster rookie who scored an all-kill on the charts with your debut song alone. You were an ace destined for greatness as Bang PD-nim had once said, and you believed him.

"I see..." you trailed off, frown settling on your features ever so slightly, "I was just surprised is all."

"I know, I know, I didn't think it was necessary either but what can I say? It was direct orders from the higher-ups."

It wasn't like you interacted with Hoseok though.. you hardly ever saw the man given that he was busy with his work and packed schedule. You yourself didn't ever encounter your supposed older brother group(s)—TXT & BTS—it would be a rare sighting if you ever did pass by them. Usually you bowed and greeted the said member before continuing on with your day.

They knew of you, often times supporting your comeback and commenting on it. Wasn't like you were complete strangers. You supposed now would be the time to finally meet him.

"When do we start?" You softly piped up.

"In about a week or so when he isn't busy with his photoshoots and performances. We sent your contact information to him, he'll personally message you and from there you know what to do. But if you want some more information you can speak with him in a few days since the BigHit photoshoot will happen."

You weren't so sure if you wanted to talk with him.. you had seen videos of him hard at work and couldn't help but notice how strict and serious he seemed. His happy go lucky nature seemed to disappear once it was time to work. That and the fact that he was your senior intimidated you. You just hoped he didn't go all serious on you..

"Okay, thank you I'll keep that in mind." You murmured, collecting your thoughts.

The days went by quite slowly, true to your manager's word Hoseok texted you. You hadn't been anticipating the message, heart nearly stopping when you saw the notification light up. You could have brushed it off and just went back to practicing your dance, but it was like there was a tiny devil whispering in your ear about him.

It was a simple text, one so simple you found your paranoia spiking. You were sure you were just acting a fool and Hoseok was just being professional. But still, your darker inner thoughts lingered around in your head. Something about him was just so.. irresistible, the man himself looked like he came straight out of a wet dream.

From the way he could mesmerize a whole crowd with his sensual dancing, to how low his voice could get when he spit his verses into the mic. You wouldn't mind having a small round in the sheets with him. Besides, it'd most likely just be one of those one time things. You just hoped he didn't see you as just his co-worker.

You met up with Hoseok on a Friday night, it was sundown when he asked you to meet him in his studio. The entire car ride was spent with you fussing over your nerves and trying to calm down. This was really happening.. you were going to work one on one with your senior. Alone.

No managers. Just the two of you.

The mere thought sent shivers down your spine as you clutched your concept book closer. "I just hope he's as nice as he is on TV." You mumbled to yourself, car coming to a stop as you exited the company van and sent a quick text to Hoseok.

hoseok [5:25]

come up

i'll open the door for you.

You didn't reply, greeting the receptionists and other staff members as you made your way to the elevator and punched in the floor number. When the elevator door dinged and you stepped out, you looked down the hall to see Hoseok already standing outside his studio leaning against the wall. He had his hands in his pocket with a laid back smile on his face.

"Surprised you didn't get lost y/n," he said almost in a mocking way, teasing you even.

"I've been here for like a year already. I know my way." You rolled your eyes and stood in front of him, "You do this to all your poor co-workers?"

Hoseok chuckled, "No, only the ones who look like they're here for other things." He eyed you up and down slowly before side-stepping, "After you."

Other things? You frowned in confusion and walked into the studio wondering what the hell Hoseok meant by that. You looked at your clothes in wonder, maybe he was talking about that. But why would he be talking about your cotton shorts and sweater? You sat down still blinking in confusion before realization kicked in.

And god did you feel stupid.

"Pervert." You muttered, giving Hoseok the side-eye as he shut the door and took his seat in his chair.

"What? Something wrong y/n?" There he went saying your name all weird. If he was just messing around and trying to annoy you then he completely succeeded.

You shook your head slowly, if this was how it was going to be then you might as well just give up. You leaned back in your chair, softly humming as you looked into his eyes, "No. Just wondering what we're gonna be working on today. I brought some of the concept photoshoot pictures so you can get an idea of the mini-album in general."

Hoseok's hand brushed against yours as he took ahold of the concept photos. He went through each of the photos slowly, taking his time to take in every detail. You were a bit embarrassed as the photos consisted of you in provocative outfits in lewd positions. The album's genre had been set, you had decided on a more sexier comeback. Not too sexy and just the right amount of sensual.

Blame Chungha and her damn bicycle song.

You watched for his reaction very closely. Hoseok's tongue had darted out to lick his upper lip slowly. He was reclined in his chair with legs spread as he tapped his foot on the ground. You could tell he was just checking you out in your photos, eyes slowly moving downwards.

"I see," Hoseok murmured, "and you came up with this yourself right? The whole idea I mean." He cleared his throat, looking at you as he sat up straight.

You nodded, "Is it bad?"

Hoseok shook his head, "Not at all, it suits someone as sexy like you." He chuckled breathily, "Alright, let's get started yeah? This is gonna be a trip." He said with a wink whilst starting up his computer.

Lord it was.

The two of you worked diligently, you half expected for there to be more teasing but surprisingly not. Hoseok looked attractive when he was entirely concentrated on work. It was the way he'd address you with intense eye-contact, never keeping his eyes off of you even if you weren't exactly talking anymore. You even caught him checking you out mid-conversation.

"I just think maybe you could delay the bass guitar riff just a little before the chorus and then the beat drop." You looked at Hoseok, "It just sounds better that way if you like really get into it."

Hoseok leaned against his desk with his head resting on his hand and tilted to the side just a bit, "Yeah?" He mumbled, hooded eyes staring into your own, "I mean I see what you mean it sounds pretty hot." His eyes trailed down to your thighs, lingering, "Let's try it." He slid his hand to your upper thigh, giving it a soft pat.

You were shocked to say the least. Up until now he hadn't really initiated any contact with you. But when he touched your thigh it was like the tingles went down your spine. Needless to say you were left wanting for more, a second heartbeat down there between your legs.

You took notice that during your little breaks or conversations he'd be a lot more touchy with you. His hand was always either on your thigh, your knee, or the back of your chair. He spoke in a lower tone too, eyes practically glued to your lips as he got bolder and bolder. At first it was a silly little comment about your song potentially being for the bedroom.. but then it was directing towards you now.

"Say," Hoseok began, his hand on your thigh which had become a permanent resting spot for his hand, "do I make you nervous?" He tilted his head, lips curled in a faint smirk.

You didn't know how to reply, heart beating a bit faster because now things were getting hotter. You hadn't come here with the intention of hooking up but if it was going to happen who were you to deny? Not when Hoseok was a whole wet dream himself. "Yes," you softly replied, thighs pressing together which didn't go unnoticed by the older, "you kind of scare me.." You quietly admitted.

Hoseok hummed, his interest was definitely piqued at this point. "Really now," he leaned in his chair, facing you as he continued stroking your thigh, "but you want me don't you?"

A faint hum passed, you turned to look at him with a lick of your lip, "Yes.."

"Oh? How adorable, actin' like you're about that life sweetheart." Hoseok laughed softly, "Look at you? You're so little, and I don't do little. What's a cutie like you gonna do for me hm? I'm not like the little boys in your dm's, in fact I don't think you could please me at all."

Fuck.. there was something so hot about being humiliated like this. You found yourself blushing red at his words, leaning in to his hand, which was now teasing your inner thigh. "What if I don't want those boys? What if I want a man." You softly replied, shame thrown out the window.

Hoseok leaned in close, lips ghosting over yours, "Yeah? But the real question here is sweetheart," he grabbed your chin gently shaking you, "can you take me like a good girl? Or you gonna cry about the dick being too much?" He smirked, clearly getting off to your embarrassment.

A soft whine bubbled up in your throat, you messily slotted your lips against Hoseok's. Your hands came up to gently hold his face, lips moving slowly and a bit clumsy on your part. Hoseok didn't move at all, you could tell he was smiling by the way his lips were curling faintly. It was so degrading but you were loving every single second of it.

"Cute." Hoseok mumbled against you, "Now let me show you how I like it." He grabbed your face roughly, one hand holding you in place and another tangling in your hair. He kissed you hard, knocking the air out of you.

You mewled quietly, scalp stinging pleasantly from his grab. He bit into your bottom lip, gently tugging on it with his tongue darting out to lick over it. You parted your lips, letting his tongue slip into your mouth. Hoseok let out a muffled groan, hand sliding down to hold you by your hip and then to your ass.

He pat you gently, signaling that he wanted you on his lap. Without breaking the kiss you plopped yourself in his lap, chair creaking slightly as his hands immediately dropped down to your ass. You broke from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting you two as soft pants left you, "Please,"

"Please what? What do you need sweetheart?" He murmured, thumb rubbing over your swollen lip.

"I need you here," you gently motioned between your legs, "need you to fuck me please. 's all wet for you.."

Hoseok bit his lip, eyes raking down your figure as he spanked both asscheeks, "Pull your fucking shorts and panties to the side. Now." He spanked you again, "You wanted my cock well now you're gonna fucking get it sweetheart. Just don't cry about it when no one else fucks your pussy as good as me." He growled lowly, hand rummaging through a small random box he had on his desk.

You whimpered at each spank and reached down to grab at your shorts and panties pulling them to the side, exposing your wet pussy. Something about his authority and the way he carried himself was hot. You liked how big he talked about his dick game. Now all that was left was to see if his cock would ruin you for anyone else.

"What? You didn't expect me to do all the work now did you? If you want my cock you're gonna have to get it yourself." Hoseok narrowed his eyes, a condom sitting between his fingers.

Your hands shakily came down to push his gray shorts down, sitting under his balls as his cock slapped against his stomach. Your mouth watered at the sight of it, it looked so fucking good you just wanted it down your throat. His cock was thick.. and had a little curve to it which no doubt would be hitting all those sweet spots within you.

"Go on, put the condom on me sweetheart." Hoseok stroked your ass, eyes hooded and glazed over with lust.

Without wasting time you tore open the foil packet, one hand held his throbbing cock while the other rolled the condom down slowly. You heard him quietly hiss at the contact. When you finished with the condom you positioned yourself over his cock and pulled your shorts to the side once more, "Can I?" You mumbled, your mind in a submissive headspace.

Hoseok smirked softly, he had his hands on your hips just holding them. "Ride me like you mean it." Was all he said.

You pressed the tip over your hole, slowly pushing down until he popped in. Your mouth fell open, slowly pushing yourself down on to the rest of his cock. The delicious slide against your walls unconsciously had your pussy tightening around him. You both moaned at this.

"Oh fuckk," you whispered, head leaning back as you rolled your hips forward just a little, "so good.."

Hoseok looked like he was in heaven with how his head was leaned back, adams apple bobbing as he swallowed harshly. He reached forward to spank you hard once again, grabbing your cheeks through the shorts and rolling your hips on his cock. "C'mon, show me how good you can ride my cock. It's all yours." He purred.

You braced your hands on his shoulders, back arching properly as you began to move on his cock. You slowly bounced, trying to get used to the intrusion with your toes curling. Soft little moans left you, his cock was hitting all the right places so far and it left you weak in the knees. Hoseok had stayed true to his word and didn't do any work.

His lips were parted as soft grunts and moans left him. His eyes were focused on your face, he stared up at you through hooded eyes. He had moved his hands above your ass, pulling you closer and holding your body tightly as he sat up. Hoseok watched the way your hips bounced on him, pussy swallowing his cock whole.

"There you go sweetheart, fuck yourself on my cock–oh god–c'mon you can do better baby." His moans needy and hoarse.

Your hips came to a slow halt, rising steadily until the tip of his cock was left inside before sliding back down. You did this a few more times, letting his cock explore every inch of you. Soft whines and little cries escaped you, ".. H-Hoseok," your lips fell open, hands gripping him tighter as your thighs quivered.

A soft squelch could be heard, your pussy was practically gushing by now. Every time you slid your hips down more trickle of slick dribbled down his cock to his balls. Even his shorts had small wet spots on them. His hands gently cupped under your ass, he took control of your movements and began to bounce you on his cock once more.

"W-Wait," you whimpered out, head thrown back as the pleasure suddenly hit you in the gut.

"What did I say baby? You that fucked out dick got you stupid? C'mon, think for me, use that little brain of yours." Hoseok grunted whilst gently slapping your cheek with one hand.

You tried to think of a response, eyes closing as more moans and mewls escaped your lips. It was so hard with the way he had you bouncing up and down on his cock. The tip of his cock brushed ever so slightly against your g-spot, cock curving just right to give you that delicious friction. "U-Um.. ngh you said..." a moan abruptly cut off your words as you dug your nails into his chair.

"Said what?" He breathed out softly, bouncing you harder and faster on his cock, "Go on I'm waiting,"

"H-Hobi!" You cried out, eyes wet with tears as your cunt squeezed his cock. You reaching down to rest your hands on his lower abdomen, steadying yourself as you fucked back on his cock. Your hips were now grinding back and forth at a quick pace, something that caught Hoseok off guard.

He let out a filthy moan, head leaning back as he squeezed your ass tightly. "Oh fuck yes," he grit his teeth, cock throbbing inside of you, "keep going baby right there–" he choked up.

"Gonna cum!"

The squelching noises your cunt made was much louder than the chair creaking and the shuffling of your clothes combined. You were desperately riding him now, eager for release as you rubbed at your clit in fast circles. Hoseok's drawn-out moans grew a bit louder, he was clinging on to you with his hands tightening on your ass by the second.

"I'm so close," he groaned shakily, "shit baby, riding me like you were made for cock." His eyes squeezed shut, mouth falling open as the pleasure took over.

Your hips stuttered in their movements, a long cry spilling from your lips as you rubbed furiously at your clit. You throbbed in pleasure, clit becoming far too sensitive to touch anymore as your legs trembled. "C-Can't, no more please," you began to sob, hips trying to escape from the stimulation.

Hoseok hissed softly when your pussy tightened around him, trying to milk his cock for all it's worth. "On the couch," he moaned, "fuck, fuck spread your legs."

You shakily fell on to the couch, pushing your shorts and panties down as you spread your legs widely. Hoseok tore the condom off, tossing it on your thigh as he stroked his cock furiously. "Show me." He growled, eyes trained on your fucked out pussy.

Your hands came down to gently spread your pussy apart, showing off how ruined you were. Slick was smeared all over your folds, hole gaping slightly from how stretched you were. You held yourself open to him, lip between your teeth, "On me, please." You begged softly.

"Yeah?" Hoseok cursed under his breath as he leaned over you, hand resting on the backrest of the couch. He closed his eyes, moans breathy and quiet, "Fuck, fuck," he spilled onto your mound, thick globs of cum running down and coating your folds.

A delirious giggle left your lips, finger coming down to dip in the mess Hoseok made of you. His darkened eyes watched as you slowly brought your finger up to your mouth. Your tongue lapped up his cum, a soft moan escaping you.

"Tastes good." You smirked.

Hoseok fisted your hair, leaning down with his lips ghosting over yours. "You're a fucking dream." He grinned back, lips pressing to yours moments later.

+

It became a casual fling, you both almost always ended your studio sessions with fucking each other either then and there or your place. You didn't know what it meant for the two of you, you didn't care either. If it happened it happened, but for now you'd just stick to your arrangement.

Texting each other became more frequent too, it was always a 'you up?' text. You noticed he was a lot more comfortable with the whole situation than most guys would be. He'd leave you his hoodies, offer dinner, and even on several occasions asked to chill with you. You didn't mind one bit though, glad he didn't make this into a awkward strictly sex type of thing.

So here you were, confiding in your close friend like you always did. By close friend you meant Nayeon, the only other idol you ever interacted with.

"Oh wow," Nayeon mused, eyes focused on her wine as she mixed the drink around, "I totally didn't expect the guy to be a sadist in bed. He's the happy go lucky one out of all of them right?"

You rolled your eyes at her obvious disinterest in Hoseok, "He isn't a sadist sadist, just a little mean you know? I like it though, it's hot."

Nayeon quietly snickered, smirk on her face as she raised her glass at you, "Whatever floats your boat you pervert.... So like what do you guys do? Some vanilla sex with a little spanking here and there or what?"

"Wow, so much for me being the pervert." You rolled your eyes and took a sip of your wine, "No, we do a lot thank you very much. I mean if we want it then it doesn't matter where we are we get down and dirty. He's literally ate me out on the side of the road or in the practice room whenever I'm in there." You giggled softly.

"Oh my god y/n," she squealed, "what else? Does he like slap you on your face and stuff?"

You cupped your hot cheeks, an embarrassed laugh leaving you, "Nayeon! You're so–ughhh okay yes he does. He'll like spit in my mouth sometimes and say really degrading shit. Happy now?"

Nayeon stuck her tongue out at you, "I'm just milking it out because c'mon now would I really be your best friend if I didn't ask for every little detail? I also have a serious question though, tell me the truth I won't be mad I swear." She then cleared her throat, going all serious on you, "Did you and him fuck the day you were sleeping over at my place?"

"Yes." You bluntly said, the wine kicking in and making you a bit more shameless, "Not all the way though. He didn't have a condom with him at the time so we just sixty-nined."

"I knew it you little–" she grit her teeth smacking your arm, "I was so traumatized I thought I was hearing things I was so damn scared to leave my room!"

You giggled madly, hiding your face as you leaned back in your seat. You felt bad, you really did after lying to Nayeon the day it had happened. You remember telling Nayeon all he did was make out with you, denying that you guys fucked every time she asked.

Hushed whispers and soft grunts left Hoseok, the two of you lip-locked under the covers. Your hand slowly slid down between the two of you, slipping into his sweats and grabbing ahold of his cock. He quietly hissed, hands gripping your ass tightly.

You kept in mind you were supposed to keep it down because Nayeon was a door down and it was her apartment after all. You felt a bit bad for doing this to her but Hoseok was just irresistible. You had fallen victim to his wicked desires rather quickly.

"Seok," you whispered softly, "we don't have condoms."

Hoseok sighed wistfully, head flopping on the pillow as his thumb gently circled your hip, "Shit I forgot to bring them. We don't have to, 's not safe if we do it without one." He mumbled out, eyes closed as he tried to stave off his arousal, cock throbbing in your hand miserably.

You bit your lip and softly whispered in his ear, "I got an idea." This had definitely gotten his attention as he opened his eyes to give you a curious look. What could possibly be an alternative to sex?

Slowly you peeled the blankets off, shimmying out of your shorts and panties. You tapped his thigh, as if you were asking him to take his sweatpants off. Hoseok quickly got the memo and slipped his sweats down, kicking them off, "C'mon baby, bring that ass over here."

You giggled quietly moving to straddle him, backing your hips back until your pussy hovered over his mouth. You reached for his cock, slowly pumping it and smearing pre-cum all over it. As you did this Hoseok yanked your hips down, tongue rolling out to lap at your pussy. He zeroed in on your clit, swirling his tongue over it in slow circles.

"God–Seok." You moaned out.

Seconds later you leaned down to wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, tongue poking and teasing his slit. Hoseok released a low groan, hands coming up to grip your ass cheeks whilst smothered his face with your cunt. Your hand stroked the rest of his cock, twisting around the shaft and squeezing firmly.

His lips wrapped around your clit, sucking harshly and teasing the soft bud between his teeth. A surprised mewl left you, thighs quivering and hips slowly grinding against his face. You realized how loud you were getting and decided to stuff his cock down your throat to shut yourself up. It was Hoseok's turn to moan loudly as you swallowed his cock whole, leaving no part of him uncovered.

"Shit baby, you're making it so hard not to fuck you into next week." He panted out, stroking your ass and squeezing the jiggly flesh in his hands, "Yeah, just like that." He swallowed thickly, head rolling back on to the pillow as he bit his lip.

You choked around his cock, eyes tearing up as your gag reflex kicked in. Slowly you pulled away with a string of saliva connecting your lips to his cock. You used your saliva to stroke his cock quickly, tongue coming out to lap at the tip slowly. Soft squelching noises filled the air alongside Hoseok's low moans and grunts.

He went back to lapping at your clit, finger coming up to prod at your slicked up hole. Slowly he slipped it inside, curling it just right to aim for your g-spot. You bit your lip to suppress the lewd moan that would escape. Your mouth fell open at a particular stroke of his finger and lick at your clit. It felt heavenly, making your thighs quiver again.

"Right there," you moaned, hips grinding against his face.

You leaned back down to quickly take him into your mouth, bobbing your head at a steady pace. Soft slurping noises came from you, your hand slowly inching down to gently fondle his balls. Hoseok slipped another finger inside of you, groan muffled and hips slowly bucking upwards.

The two of you forgot about the whole 'staying quiet' deal as your moans filled the room up. You were basically riding his face by now, Hoseok's hips canting upwards in return. The filthy wet noises that came from you two louder as well. You pulled back, a broken whimper leaving your lips as your pussy tightened around his fingers.

"Seok," you arched your back, "I'm gonna cum."

Hoseok breathed harshly through his nose, free hand spanking your ass as he doubled his efforts. His fingers pistoned in and out of you quickly, each thrust hitting your g-spot dead on. Your mouth fell open in a silent cry, movements halting as the pleasure crashed through you.

"Oh god!" You squealed, hips lifting off of Hoseok's face.

Your body shuddered, forehead resting on his thigh as you came hard. Hoseok slurped at your slick as he eased his wet fingers out, moaning at the taste. His hard cock twitched again, bringing you out of your orgasmic state and going back down. Your eyes closed, head bobbing slowly as you stroked his cock at the same time.

Hoseok's head fell against the pillow with a grunt, "Fuck, keep going baby I'm gonna cum." He panted, "Fuckkkkkkkk," he grit his teeth as his hips bucked.

You doubled your efforts, mouth sucking harshly at his cock and tongue flat against the tip. Hoseok let out a loud curse when you had moaned against his cock. He throbbed in your mouth, stomach contracting when you delivered a few more harsh sucks.

"y/n," he grit his teeth, hips bucking faster as you sucked the life out of him, "Oh god yes baby," his back arched a little, cum spurting out as he came in your mouth. You happily slurped his cum up, getting a little messy as you bobbed your head.

Hoseok groaned, hips jumping as he attempted to stop you, "No more," he breathed out, body relaxed.

+

You would have thought that hooking up in your friend's home would teach you something but apparently you learned nothing. Now it was Hoseok's dorm. He had promised the guys were all out doing their own thing but you couldn't help the uneasy feeling you felt. What if you got walked in on? Then what?

"Seok pass me the remote I wanna put something on." You softly mumbled as you sat up, hair a bit messy from how he had grabbed it during your make-out session. "C'mon please," you whined.

Hoseok chuckled quietly, "Yeah, yeah. Here," he held the remote out to you, hair combed back. He was lounging next to you wearing nothing but his boxers and chain around his neck. "So what are we watching?" He piped up, hand coming down to gently stroke your hip with his thumb.

You didn't answer at first, mindlessly humming as your scrolled through many shows. "There's this anime.. it's called—uhh it's called Attack on Titan, pretty good stuff." You mumbled, eyes trained on the tv screen as you felt Hoseok wrap his arms around you, "Hold on lemme just–" you cut off with a tiny whine when Hoseok pulled you down.

He had you laid against him, arms around you as he pressed kisses down your neck to your shoulder. "Don't mind me, just put it on.." he murmured softly.

"But you're not even watching it." You huffed angrily, remote tossed on the bed as the first episode began to play, "Just gonna have your way with me aren't you?"

Hoseok pulled back with a breathy chuckle, "How'd you know?" He teased softly, "Here, lay on your stomach and watch your show, I'm gonna have my own fun." He kissed your ear, hands slowly running down to your ass.

There was no use in stopping Hoseok now, you just sighed and brought a pillow with you. He guided you down to the foot of the bed where you laid on your stomach, pillow under your chest and ass raised. "Seok," you mumbled while watching the intro to the show, "want them off–yeah take it off."

Hoseok was already slipping your shorts off, dragging your panties down with them. "Fucking sexy," he grunted slapping one of your cheeks, watching the way it bounced afterwards. He played with your plush ass cheek, jiggling it in his hands, "Spread them for me baby, gonna fuck you real nice." He crooned softly.

Obediently you spread your legs apart, knees hoisting your lower half up was your back arched just right. You put your chin down on the pillow, puppy eyes staring at the tv screen. Hoseok licked his lips slowly, the sight in front of him making his cock throb. "Look at you," he cooed softly, palm on your ass as he stroked it, "every part of you is just so pretty, from your perky tits to your fat ass."

Hoseok slowly peeled his boxers down, flinging them out to the side of the bed as he positioned himself behind you. "C'mere sweetheart, bring that ass back." He muttered, hand stroking his cock slowly as he hissed from the relief he got. "Good girl, raise your hips–yeah, that's it."

You quietly sighed when the tip of his cock pressed against your folds. You buried your face in your arms, breathe coming out in huffs as your hips twitched. You could feel the tip of his cock spreading your wetness and pre-cum around, creating this soft squelching noise. Clearly he liked the sound of that.

"Needy girl," he quietly grunted, cock pressing more firmly as he rubbed himself up and down, "you hear that? Pussy's all wet for me, you want my cock inside sweetheart? Hm?" He bit his lip, hand moving faster.

Your mouth fell open, eyes falling shut as you shuddered, "Yes–god yes Seok, need you in me." You wiggled your ass against him, slowly pushing back against his pelvis. His cock slowly slid between the two of you, pussy lips fully encasing the shaft as the tip peeked out of your mound.

Hoseok smacked your ass harshly, "You think you deserve it? Only good girls get rewarded, not greedy little sluts like you... lucky your pussy so good to me." He muttered while rocking his hips back and forth, just enjoying the wet slide between your legs.

"Fuck me," you whined, head rising up to look back at him, "inside, need your cock inside of me." You softly whispered, hips slowly swirling around and trying to catch his cock, wanting him to slide in you. "Don't even want a condom.." You mumbled.

He was taken by your bold statement, the two of you had only done it raw once and that was because you both had gotten drunk. Needless to say you both vowed not to do it because you couldn't count on going out to buy after-pills. It was as if the topic of raw fucking was taboo between you two.

Hoseok put his hand on your head, slowly pushing you down into the pillow as he rolled his hips, "Fuck you sure? I'm down," he breathed out, "don't want this to be something you end up regretting."

"I'm sure Seok," you cutely mumbled, "just put it in, please." You then turned to hide your face in the pillow, hands reaching behind you to spread your ass for him, pussy on display.

"Okay baby," he breathed out, hand taking a hold of his cock and guiding it to your slicked up hole, "fuck you're so fucking sexy, let me in baby, spread your pretty out for me." He sucked in a breath, slowly pushing forward.

A lewd moan escaped you, eyes rolling back as his cock slowly stretched you open. "Oh god yes," you whimpered, "so fucking big."

Hoseok's moan was ragged and filthy, hand coming down to hold your hip whilst his other held you down. He leaned over your body, chain dangling as he slowly bottomed out in you. "Yeah? Love my cock don't you? Fills you up so good doesn't it sweetheart?" He purred.

"Yes," you mewled, "love it Seok." You closed your eyes and relaxed on the bed. Your clit throbbed from lack of stimulation but there wasn't much you could do. Your body was pinned down to the bed, hips raised as Hoseok used you.

"Greedy slut." Hoseok began to roll his hips into you, low moans and hisses leaving him.

He watched the way your ass rippled against his pelvis each time he thrusted into you. He was so mesmerized by it, keeping his eyes down on your ass as his cock disappeared in you. Soft ragged pants and groans left him as he sped up, hips slamming into you viciously.

You cried out, clearly caught off guard as your body went loose. Your toes curled, ass slapping harshly against his hips with each thrust. The show was nothing but background noise, the sound of your coupling much louder than the tv. His balls were slapping against your clit, causing a pleasurable sting for you.

"Oh–fuck yes–so good," you moaned out, eyes closed and mouth open.

"God you're so fucking tight," Hoseok slammed into you harder and faster. His chain was now swinging back and forth wildly over your head, something that had you clenching tightly. "Oh you like that don't you?"

You whimpered loudly, nodding to his question as you leaned your head back. "H-Hoseok."

He grunted quietly and reached down to hold your ass as he shoved himself in and out of you. Loud slapping noises filled the room, your cries getting louder and the bed rocking alongside his movements. Hoseok was moaning uncontrollably at this point, lips parted and eyebrows pinched in concentration as he watched the way your ass rippled.

Neither of you registered the sound of the front door opening on time. Your eyes widened and you frantically pushed at Hoseok's hip. "Seok!" You whisper-shouted, "Someone's here."

Hoseok didn't look alarmed, in fact he didn't care if someone ever found out about you. He just didn't want anyone ruining the moment. "Hold on," he breathed out harshly, head lolling back as he tried to calm down from the hot and heavy moment. "C'mere." He whispered whilst pulling out of your spent pussy.

You bit your lip, cunt throbbing from the emptiness you felt. Slowly he guided you down to the bed where he rolled the sheets over you both, turning his tv off and letting the room go dark. "Shh baby, just be quiet okay?" He gently slid his arm around your waist, hoisting it up as he slipped his cock back inside.

"Seok.." you moaned quietly, face coming up to hide in his neck.

"Be a good girl and stay quiet.. or else I'll have to gag you." Hoseok warned softly, hips beginning to roll slowly.

The voices grew louder, it sounded like Jungkook... and a girl? You didn't pay too much mind to it, in fact you were more worried about being walked in on. You shakily whimpered, pussy pulsing around Hoseok's cock, "Fuck, right there I'm so close." You whispered in his ear.

"Cum for me baby." Hoseok shakily murmured, hips moving faster. He didn't fully bottom out since he wanted to avoid making the sounds of your skin slapping.

Your legs spread wider slowly, mouth falling open in breathless moans as your body shuddered. You reached down to rub at your clit in tight circles, the pleasure was mounting higher and higher. You could feel your thighs shake and toes curl, orgasm dangerously close. Hoseok buried his face in the pillow next to you, moans and grunts leaving him as he held you closer to his body.

"Shit, go on baby cum for me let me feel you." Hoseok gasped softly, mouth sucking on your neck and leaving marks.

Your back arched a little as you whined loudly, completely forgetting about Jungkook and his guest. The orgasm caught you off guard as you gripped Hoseok tightly against you. Soft whispers of ‘yes’ and ‘more’ fell from your lips, it felt heavenly to feel his cock bare against your walls.

Hoseok hissed quietly when he felt your cunt clench down on his cock, “Fuck yes,” he brought you in for a passionate kiss as he jabbed into your body hard.

A surprised cry left you, body moving as his hips slapped into yours roughly. He pinned you down on the bed, quiet creaking noises filling the room as he chased his own orgasm. Quite frankly your orgasm has taken the life out of you, leaving your body boneless. You weren’t expecting Jungkook and said girl to walk in.

“Shh..” Jungkook whispered, “Hoseok’s probably asleep right now.” Clearly he was unaware of the dull bed thumping and sheets ruffling.

“Just hurry and get the lighter,” the girl muttered back, not interested in the obvious lump on the bed.

You were frozen in place, Hoseok’s hips slowing down to subtle grinds as his cock began to throb. You watched him hide his face in your neck, shuddering as he came hard inside of you. “Oh shit… oh fuck..” he whispered to you, body slumping and hips just lightly moving.

The two of you stayed still, not making a peep as Jungkook rummaged through the room for his lighter. Your heart was beating rapidly, breaths coming out in short soft huffs. Your hands came up to gently stroke his hair, enjoying the waves of soothing pleasure.

Hoseok sighed quietly, eyes closed as he relaxed, “That fucking idiot needs to hurry up. It’s hot as hell in here.” He grumbled, making you laugh quietly, “Never again,”

“Can’t believe you came from him walking in,” you teased quietly, the two of you bickering back and forth with one another.

h o m i e h o p p e r

p a i r i n g : JK, HSK, NJ x reader

g e n r e : college au.

t a g s : homie hopping (the title duhhh), bang chan makes an appearance as your bf, he’s being cucked, vaginal sex, blow jobs, cunnilingus, sex tapes, sexual objectification (on reader), dirty talk, degradation, hook-ups, voyeurism, reader is really pretty (she’s a sweetie pls), poly!relationship undertones, chan refuses to even believe the rumors, sexual innuendos and jokes, the boys are assHOLES, low-key toxic, joon and them are fuckin mean, car sex, chan's POV, surprise for u at the end, chan goes thru it a lot, everyone is bad here LMAO

w o r d c o u n t : 6.3 k

s u m m a r y : the rumors weren’t true… or were they?

When Chan first heard the rumors he was absolutely furious, how could anyone ever talk about someone like that? Never mind that, WHY would anyone talk about his girlfriend point blank period. It pissed him off that anyone he talked to always had to bring you up with the same damn question over and over again.

“Oh you’re dating now? I thought she was fucking Jungkook?”

“I heard Namjoon and her hooked up at the party last night, is that true?”

“No way dude, you’re going out with Seok’s girl? He was telling me the other night how he and Joon took turns.”

Sure he knew you got around a lot but he didn’t care that was your business, the more important thing was you were with him now and he was sure you weren’t capable of cheating. How could you? Not when you were the sweetest thing on this earth, you wouldn’t even harm a fly let alone think about being unfaithful. Chan learned to ignore the comments thrown at him, he knew you better than anyone else.

You seemed to be very popular, often attracting attention left and right because of your nice personality and your pretty face. Chan honestly felt like he had lucked out with you, you liked some things he liked, you shared some hobbies, and you listened to a few genres Chan liked. He was stuck in the honeymoon phase and he never wanted to wake up from it.

Chan however did find it a bit weird how..touchy and friendly his housemates seemed to be you. Yes he did know about the rumors of you and his housemates but he kind of didn’t believe them to be true. Maybe they were exaggerating? His housemates didn’t seem to say anything about the situation so maybe people had it all mixed up.. Right?

He starts observing how you interact with them whenever you come over. His eyes are watchful as you greet Hoseok at the door with a sweet smile on your face and a handful of cookies you baked. Chan stares at the seemingly innocent interaction, only getting up to intervene when he sees something odd.

“Hi Seokie,” you softly smile, “I baked some cookies for everyone, Channie told me you guys have been really stressed out from exams ‘n stuff.”

Hoseok grins, “Well aren’t you a sweetheart? Isn’t Chan so lucky to have someone like you? I mean your cookies aren’t the only sweet thing I like to eat.” He shoots a wink and reaches down to grab one, biting into it with a pleased hum.

You reach up to gently wipe the corner of Hoseok’s lips with your thumb, “Thank you sweetheart.” Hoseok slowly licks his lips.

Chan watches in pure silence, a little put off about the strange show of affection he’s seeing. “Okay Seok, me ‘n y/n are gonna head off now, you remember it’s movie night don’t you baby?” He gently pulls you by your waist to his side, wanting you as far away from Hoseok as possible.

“Oh yes! We’re gonna have a Scream marathon!” You excitedly buzz, “Bye Seokie,” you wave and let Chan guide you up the stairs with a possessive hand laid over your back. Chan glances one last time at Hoseok, finding him staring very intently, specifically your ass which sits so perfectly in your leggings. Hoseok actually fucking winks at him as Chan disappears upstairs.

The second time he realizes things aren’t right is the morning after you stay the night, no one is home except for Namjoon. Chan wakes up to a note on his nightstand telling him you’re downstairs making breakfast. The little hearts you drew make his heart flutter as he sleepily smiles and rolls out of bed.

As he makes his way down and around the corner he can hear those cute little giggles of yours. Reality shatters the moment and snaps him out of his daze when he hears Namjoon’s deep baritone voice.

Namjoon…?

Chan curiously peeks into the kitchen only to find you standing there in his oversized shirt he gave you the night before. If memory served him correctly, you went to bed in his shirt and with ONLY panties underneath.. His eyes widened, shocked to see Namjoon standing directly behind you pressed so closely as he opened the cabinet to reach for something high up on the shelf.

“Careful now shortie, don’t want you falling and hurting yourself.” Namjoon lazily smirks, passing the bowls you had asked him for, “Especially with you bouncing all over the place.” He hums, reaching down to smack your ass as he walks over to the fridge.

You voice your complaints with an angry pout, turning to say something when you see Chan. “Channie! You’re up, I made some pancakes and a fruit bowl.” You cheerfully say, “Sit, sit I’m just about to finish,” you say.

“You good there Channie?” Namjoon draws out with a tiny smirk, leaning up against the fridge with his arms crossed. “You look like you just saw a ghost or something.” His eyes briefly break contact to trail after you when you pass by him.

Chan nods, “I’m good,” he shoots you a tiny smile before looking back at Namjoon blankly, “all good.”

Something is definitely wrong by the third time he realizes there’s more than what meets the eye. It’s what people have to say about Jungkook when the little bubble he’s been cooped up in finally bursts. Chan doesn’t wanna hear it but he knows his brain will be nagging about it later on if he doesn’t clear things up once and for all.

“Jungkook? You mean the footballer you live with?” Hyunjin raises a brow in confusion, “Why do you wanna know about him and your girlfriend? Unless you’re like into that sorta stuff man.”

Chan sighs in exasperation, “No I’m not trying to say anything right now, I’m curious that’s all. Jungkook’s never mentioned any girl before and I’m wondering if he and y/n had history together or some shit, that’s all.”

Hyunjin has this look on his face like he doesn’t truly believe it, but lucky for Chan he doesn’t comment about it. “I heard a couple of things. Two semesters ago someone caught Jeon in his car fucking someone, no one was sure who it was but we all had a feeling it had to be y/n because he posted a like selfie with some girl’s hand in the frame and then y/n posted a pic of her inside someone’s car, it looked like JK’s so we all knew it was them two.” He shrugs.

“Ohh really?” Chan nods slowly, now that he thinks about it Jungkook did mention once or twice of a girl he was fucking on the low, said something about her being “the best piece of ass” he’s ever gotten. Thinking about it now makes Chan’s stomach curl in disgust and other unpleasant feelings.

“Yeah, but that was ages ago man you don’t really have anything to worry about now.” With that Chan’s left alone to wallow in his own thoughts.

The girl he’s been with for the past two months really fucked his friends before she landed on him.. He can’t exactly say he’s happy with the idea but if nothing was going on right now, he was fine. The past was past, you were with him now and nothing was going to change that fact.

He hopes.

+

Chan doesn’t think about it as much as he did before, if anything it’s long forgotten because he rather focus on the present rather than the past. He got over it and made peace with the idea of nothing going on. He blamed it on his damn insecurities.

For about two weeks Chan is in pure bliss with you. Your little dates carry on and surprisingly the comments people made died down. Hell he didn’t notice any weird shit on behalf of his other housemates who seemed to barely be at home whenever Chan brought you over. Seeing this as an opportunity he brings you with him one night, knowing that the guys were out for the night.

Things lead to another and pretty soon you’re both getting down and dirty in his sheets, closed away in the privacy of his bedroom. The perks? You could be as loud as you wanted, and Chan didn’t have to worry about anyone hearing you two go at it through the paper thin walls.

Chan had you laid back on the comforter, thighs wrapped around his midsection and hips a little elevated to strike that spongy spot that drove you crazy all the time. Your head was thrown back on the pillow with your eyes shut in bliss and lips formed in a tiny ‘o’ as moans and whimpers left you.

“C-Chan,” you mewled out, desperately clawing and twisting at the sheets, “so good.” Your breath hitched, eyes fluttering open to stare up at him.

Chan groans under his breath and re-adjusts his grip on your hips, getting a good grip as he plows into your squelching pussy. The sounds of his balls smacking against your ass ring in his ears, the bed creaks audibly against the wooden floor of his bedroom. The sounds were so filthy they were porn worthy.

“Fuck, you gonna cum baby?” He murmurs darkly, face twisting in pleasure as he feels you cunt clench down tightly around his shaft, making his cock throb weakly in response. “Can feel your little pussy gettin’ tighter and tighter for me.”

You moaned lewdly at his words and nod frantically, “Gonna cum–oooh..! R-Right there..!” You writhe on the bed, hips pushing up and squirming around so much you almost slip off his cock.

“Go ahead baby,” Chan moans, “cum on my cock.” He pants heavily, leaning down to smother you in a passionate kiss as his pace speeds up.

You wrap your arms around his neck with a loud moan, teetering on the edge of an orgasm. Chan can feel you getting close, and right before he can reach down to rub at your swollen nub he hears the door click open and Jungkook’s loud laughter.

“Chan, you gotta check this shit out–” Jungkook looks up and his eyes widen, “Holy fuck man, my bad.” He laughs harder.

Any pleasure Chan was feeling moments prior is now gone, he feels his cock even soften from the sound of Jungkook entering. He quickly throws a blanket over your naked form, glad he had been too impatient to take his boxers off. “Jungkook–” he sighs, “Can you step out? Not fucking cool,” he shoots a glare at Jungkook, making sure to cover your smaller frame with his own body.

“Sure, Channie,” Jungkook mocks, “whatever you say.” He turns to walk back out, turning his head over his shoulder to shoot you a smirk, “So you wear lace now?” Chan’s face burns with both anger and embarrassment after Jungkook pointed out the panties set lying on his floor nearby the door. “Don’t get ya panties in a twist, I’m goin’.” Jungkook shuts the door behind him.

A long sigh leaves Chan and he turns to look over at you apologetically, “I forgot to lock the door dammit.” He rubs his face in frustration, irritated that he was reminded of the shit he didn’t want to be thinking about.

“It’s okay Channie,” you sit up, sheets around your body as you gently smooch his cheek, “I still enjoyed tonight with you.” You smile softly.

“Yeah… I did too,” Chan smiles back, trying not to look too dejected.

He confronts Jungkook a few days later. He’s sitting in the living room waiting for Jungkook to come home. He had sent a message and Jungkook simply replied that he’d be home in a few.

“You wanted to talk?” Jungkook says, tossing the keys into a bowl by the door as he sets his drink down, “What’s up?” He grunts, kicking his shoes off and going to sit in the living room across from Chan.

Chan notes the faint sweat on Jungkook’s face, shirt rolled up at the sleeves to show off his defined muscles which made the older look more intimidating. “The other night, you need to knock and I mean it Kook because you don’t know if I’m changing or y/n is not decent or anything and I don’t want shit to happen between us because what happened was fucking inappropriate and I didn’t like that shit. At all.” He folds his arms across his chest with a glare.

Jungkook hums, “Okay.”

“Okay? Is that all?” Chan raises a brow.

Jungkook shrugs, “You wanna know something Chan?” He says calmly and sits with his arms spread over the back of the couch, manspreading with a nonchalant attitude. “With a beautiful ass like that I wouldn’t dream of gatekeeping it from the entire world, I mean, it’s always a good feeling to show the others what they wished they had. So congrats on your win, not everyday someone lands a girl like y/n.”

“Jungkook what the fuck are you on?” Chan frowns.

“Nothing, I’m just being honest with you. I could care less if you’re feeling threatened by me or the guys. I see the way it kills you on the inside hearing all the shit they say about your precious y/n. Does that piss you off Channie? Thinking about how she fucked the three of us before she got to you?” He tilts his head to the side with mischief twinkling in his eyes.

Chan doesn’t think he can reply without having an outburst of some sort, he’s getting more pissed by the second. Any more of Jungkook’s crude talking and Chan thinks he’s going to explode from the anger…and he does NOT want to be the one to fight Jungkook, has anyone seen him in the gym?

“I’m gonna let you in on a little secret,” Jungkook smirks, taking a seat next to Chan, “there isn’t nothing about y/n that we haven’t seen already, so the next time you fuck her in the house, remember I once had my dick in there too.” He grins, “Tell her throat I said hi,” he chuckles quietly, getting off of the sofa and disappearing up the stairs.

Chan sits there with a blank stare, fists clenched tightly in his lap as he tries to control his breathing. In, out, in, out. He slumps in his seat, arm thrown over his face as he grumbles. That didn’t go as fucking planned, if anything Jungkook bitched him out without even having to try!

“Fuck,” he sighs longly, he decides he can’t wallow in self pity and rises off the couch.

Right as he steps outside of the house his phone buzzes. Curiously he unlocks his phone and opens the messages (which conveniently was from Jungkook). A thumbnail of a video sits innocently in the chat, Chan’s stomach drops because he knows what this is. His hands shake as he presses on the video.

.

Jungkook was a really nice guy, he teased you a lot and was a bit cocky but it added to his charms. You meet through a mutual friend, who you feel sorry for because her plans to hook up with Jungkook seemed to fly out the window the moment he lays eyes on you. Jungkook makes it painfully obvious that the only person he was taking home was going to be you.

He fucked you so good you couldn’t even feel your legs afterwards, it was ten out of ten and you could see yourself coming back again. It turned into a little dick appointment situation, meeting up whenever either one of you wanted to fuck. Whether it be in the morning of afternoon or dead in the night it didn’t matter, somehow you guys always ended up fucking.

You felt comfortable enough with him to post about it without exactly letting anyone know it was Jungkook you were fucking. Jungkook did the same, often asking to record and take pictures while he was hitting it from the back or balls deep inside of you.

One night you will never forget is when Jungkook decides to record you in his car, the video itself is about forty minutes long, and that’s what he decided to capture (your fucking went on much longer than that). The first scene is shot with his phone propped up on the dashboard, facing the driver's seat.

You’re sitting in his lap grinding and rocking your hips in tiny circles around his throbbing wet cock. Jungkook had his arms wrapped tightly around your back as he held you close to him while you fucked yourself silly on his cock. Loud whimpers and little “uh’s” escaped your lips. The sound of your wet pussy drooling over his cock and the back of your thighs smacking into him resonated throughout the whole car.

Jungkook had one hand buried in your hair, gripping it tightly as he yanked your head back while you rode him. His eyes flickered past your shoulder and into the camera as he smirked darkly, toying with his lip ring while you frantically moved your hips.

“Mmm..! Ooh, right there,” you pant out in pleasure, eyes stinging from the pleasure and pleasant ache you feel from him yanking on your hair. Your hips slow down and swivel in small circles so you can feel his thick cock rub up against your walls in a delicious angle that has you seeing stars.

Jungkook focuses his attention right back to you and grunts softly, “There you go, good girl.” He uses his other hand to grip your hip as he helps you grind in smooth circles on his cock. “Shit,” he sighs, relaxing into the seat and letting his head roll back on the headrest.

Your arms come up to wrap around his neck, you hide yourself away in the crook of his neck and desperately roll your hips. Soft little moans and needy whines leave you every so often, the windows of the car have fogged up by now and the music playing from the radio is merely background noise.

Everytime you push your hips back you feel the soaked material of Jungkook’s sweats given that he hadn’t bothered with slipping them past his thighs. You shiver pleasantly when his hot breath hovers over your hardened nipples. He encloses one of the sensitive buds in his mouth, suckling gently and rolling his tongue around.

“Mmm..!” You arch your back even more, desperately chasing after the pleasure erupting in your chest area. Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind you pushing your soft tits in his face as he merely buries himself away in your chest while you ride him like your life depends on it.

After getting you to cum a couple of times he moves you two to the backseat. He’s holding his phone above you and recording the way your ass smacks against his hips. There’s a much louder slapping sound since he’s in control of the pace now, he wants you to feel this fucking for days to come.

“Greedy little thing you are, can’t seem to get enough of my cock can you?” Jungkook pants softly while slapping his hips against you, “Not gonna answer? Did I fuck you stupid already baby? Answer me,” he slaps your ass, “go on, tell me how good your ‘Jungkookie’ fucks you.” He grins, his laughter coming out breathless and dazed.

“ ‘s not enough, want it more–deeper, harder.” You gasp out, hands resting above you on the window to keep you grounded while he fucked your brains out, “Can feel it so deep inside,” you breathily moan, eyes slipping shut as his cock bumps into that spongy senstive spot inside of you, “mmmm–there–wanna cum again.” Your lips part, face scrunching cutely in pleasure as your body begins to go slack.

Jungkook softly moans and aims the camera down where you’re both connected. He increases the speed of his thrusts and angles his hips to keep hitting your sweet spot. He feels your pussy tighten and pulse around his cock, sending small shivers down his spine.

“Look up for me baby, say hi to the camera,” Jungkook licks his lips.

You tilt your head up with hooded and dazed eyes, moans tumbling from your lips and a little bit of drool slipping out the corner of your lips. Your breath hitches quietly, pouty lips parting once more as the noises you make increase in pitch. “There you go, show everyone what a slut you are for cock,” he smirks and reaches down with his tattooed hand to grab your chin and face you towards him.

“Oh fuck! Yes, yes..!” Chan sits there in his car with his jaw dropped, watching the now shaky video as Jungkook presumably fucks you into next week with how hard he’s going. Bitter humiliation sits in the pits of his belly.

+

Over the next few weeks Chan distances himself from everything really. He doesn’t know how he’s going to look at you now knowing the shit that happened with Jungkook. It was one thing to sit and listen to all these people talk about you two but it was a whole different story seeing it on video. Truly crushed his dignity and maybe his ego.

You of course had asked him if anything was wrong but Chan said the same thing, “No babe, just tired and burnt out from school stuff I got going.” And you bought it everytime. He felt bad yes but at the same time he felt like he just needed a little bit of space, he didn’t want to take his anger out on you because you didn’t deserve any of that.

Things back at the house seemed tense, Jungkook looked smug whenever he saw Chan and well, Chan didn’t have the energy to fight over shit like this. One would see it as him accepting that he was a bitch but Chan thought about it differently. Sure he felt extremely disrespected but what else could he do? He can’t reverse time and change the past.

Namjoon hadn’t bothered to comment much (the most he offered was “shit’s childish”) and Hoseok well he kind of tried to play mediator of the situation. He would make some jokes here and there to ease the tension in the room but Jungkook didn’t care. Jungkook was the most relaxed, and it irked Chan to no end how nonchalant he was about this, like if he didn’t show someone a video of him pounding their girlfriend.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Hoseok hums, shooting him that bright little smile he always gave everyone. “You’ve been oddly quiet for weeks now Chan.”

Chan looks at the elder with a quiet hum, “Nothing much Seok, just have a lot on my mind right now. And if you’re wondering, no I'm not upset with Jungkook or anything so you can rest easy. There won’t be a fight or anything like that.” He throws his head back and lets it hang off the couch, a long sigh escaping.

“Your face says otherwise.” Hoseok smirks.

“Listen, I don’t mean this in a bad way or anything but I’d appreciate it if you a) stop bringing this up about Jungkook and b) knock whatever weird fucking obsession you have with my girlfriend off. It’s fucking weird that you guys talk about her, make these smart ass comments, and eye fuck her when I’m right there. I get it, you guys fucked in the past but we’re in a relationship and I’d very much like for you to respect it.” He glares back, not realizing his voice rose with every word he spoke.

Hoseok stares at him for a few minutes with no expression on his face, and Chan at first thinks he fucked up but then the unexpected happens. The fucker laughs. He watches Hoseok throw his head back, shoulders shaking as he slaps his knee a couple of times.

“What the fuck is so funny?” Chan grits his teeth.

“Damn ‘Channie’ I thought you were better than this, you should feel happy she chose to be with you. You’re the mannnn,” he playfully hits Chan on the side, “I mean, she tastes as good as she looks.” He licks his lips, staring into Chan’s eyes unapologetically. “Does she still wear those pink panties of hers? You know which ones, little white bow and lacey trim…”

Chan knows exactly which ones he’s referring to. His fists clench in his lap tightly, he silently rages in his spot but it doesn't deter Hoseok. “I bet she still holds your head down right when she’s about to cum,” his voice drops to a husky whisper, “does this little thing with her hips, practically smothering you with her pussy.” Chan snaps his head towards Hoseok, watching as the usually playful man taunts and teases him.

“Oh I bet she does.” He grins, “Funny…she used to do the same with me.” He gets up and walks away with no other words. Chan stares ahead at the wall with a blank look and a fiery anger running through his veins.

.

Hoseok was buried between your soft thighs, licking and sucking at your swollen clit with his fingers buried knuckle deep inside of your sopping wet pussy. Moans and whimpers tumbled freely from your lips, your head was thrown back with your lips parted and expression twisted into one of pure pleasure and bliss.

His fingers felt so good, stretching and filling your pussy to the brim. He stroked over your g-spot repeatedly, pairing his strokes with powerful sucks on your clit. It only had you dripping even more, thighs shaky and pussy leaking even more for him. “Seok,” you whimper, squirming around and lifting your hips as if you were offering your pussy up on a silver platter.

Hoseok took the bait, happily slurping away with his eyes closed as if he were in pleasure just being there between your soft thighs. Your cunt pulsed around his fingers, the pleasure sat hot in the pits of your belly. Hoseok was hellbent on getting you to gush because he wouldn’t let up on your g-spot.

“Fuck,” he softly pants against your soft pussy, “listen to you, absolutely fuckin’ soaked around my fingers.” He grins licking his lips, “You gonna squirt around my fingers like a good girl?”

His fingers start moving rapidly, the squelching noises get louder and tiny bits of slick spurt out from the sides of his fingers as he fucks them in and out. Your mouth falls open, you’re breathless as you weakly grip the bed sheets tightly. “Seok..!”

“That’s it, cum on my fingers and make a mess for me baby, gonna have you suck ‘em clean for me. ‘s what good girls do, isn’t that right?” He grins.

“Y-Yes..!” You gasp out.

Hoseok goes back down to take your clit in his mouth again, sucking harder than before. It sends a tremor down your spine and you cry out weakly, pussy squirting around his fingers. He moans for extra measure, causing you to weakly moan out for him to stop because it was getting to be too much.

“Good girl,” he pulls back and lifts his wet fingers, “now clean ‘em.”

.

Chan feels like he could fucking explode any minute now, everyone is walking around on eggshells in the damn house and of course Hoseok and Jungkook will stick together. Chan isn’t so sure about where Namjoon stands in all of this but he’s pretty certain he’ll side with his two friends on this one. Chan doesn’t care anymore, in fact he was already planning on leaving.

Call him a coward but he wasn’t going to waste his breath fighting, hell he wasn’t even sure y/n gave a shit about what was going on. Sometimes it made him feel like there was something he wasn’t seeing. Like this was some sort of test or a sick joke on their end, and as much as he didn’t wanna think about the possibility of you also playing sick games with him it was hard.

He hadn’t had much time to sit and talk with Namjoon given that there was tension in the house but Chan was pretty surprised to see Namjoon at home for once. These days it seemed like he was out more often to avoid the conflicts at home. It was even more surprising when Namjoon spoke to him.

“What’s up with you?” Namjoon nods his head at him, “Feels like we haven’t talked in a hot minute.”

Chan shrugs, “Been busy with work, school, you know how it is.” He replies back, busying himself with going through the fridge for his gatorade.

“You know this shit’s childish,” there it was, leave it to Namjoon to be the one to address the elephant in the room, “whatever the hell you got goin with Kook and Seok is gonna blow over pretty soon. I’m only saying this in case you guys hash it out in the yard and beat eachother up over something stupid.” He shrugs.

“And what would you classify as stupid? How is me calling them out for their weird ass behavior childish. No, you see I’m not stupid enough to fight over it but don’t you fucking think maybe I should speak up about it? It’s my fucking girlfriend we’re talking about, of course you would see me in the wrong because they’re your fucking friends.” He slams the fridge door a little harder then he intended to.

Namjoon raises a brow, “And what you gonna do about it?” He stands, rounding the table like a predator with narrowed eyes and an intense gaze, “Listen, the reality here is your girl fucked everyone in this house, simple as that. She’s been on Jungkook’s dick, Hoseok’s and mine. And if I fucking wanted to I’d have her hanging off my dick right here and right now in front of your face. And you wouldn’t do anything about it because you’re a little bitch who gets cucked in front of your damn face.” He stands in front of Chan now, staring down at him with his tongue poking the inside of his cheek.

Chan glares back, but Namjoon sets a hand on his shoulder, “Do me a favor and get some air, I can’t guarantee you things will be pretty if you stay. Unless you want me to show you just how well she takes my cock.”

.

You pull back from his cock with a low pop, tongue swirling and collecting the beads of precum around his tip. Namjoon’s grip tightens in your hair, cock weakly throbbing because the head of his cock was a sensitive area for him. You cheekily dig your tongue into his slit to get a reaction out of him.

“Oh fuck,” he gasps out, hips jumping once more in surprise, “just like that..” He moans.

You take his cock into your mouth once more and start bobbing your head. You use your hands to twist and stroke his shaft. His moans rise in volume as the hand in your hair starts guiding you up and down his cock. Your eyes water occasionally from the feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat.

“Take it like a good girl baby, gonna cum down your throat.. You gonna swallow like a good girl?” He rasps out. You eagerly nod and reach down to cup his balls, massaging them gently while you try to suck the soul out of him.

Namjoon’s hips stutter in their movements when he gets closer to coming undone. He groans louder and holds your head still to fuck up into your mouth. “Fuck, fuck.” He moans out as he throws his head back. You feel his cock twitch and throb in your mouth and you cheekily moan to cause vibrations.

He comes undone, cum spilling down your throat, “Fuckkkkk,” he whispers out, “so good for me baby..” he strokes over your head and keeps your head down until he’s done coming. “Go on and clean the mess you made, I don’t want to see not one drop go to waste.”

.

Chan heads straight over to your place. On the way he tries to calm himself down but everytime he thinks about the conversation earlier he ends up heated all over again. “Fuck!” Chan yells in anger as he hits the steering wheel angrily.

“Chan?” Your sweet voice interrupts his thoughts, “I was asking if you wanted me to order some pizza and we can go pick it up?” You rub his back gently, comforting even, “Is everything okay?”

Chan shakes his head with a long sigh, burying his face in his hands as he looks over at you, “Some shit happened earlier but I’m fine now,” he waves you off, “call, call, I’m gonna use the restroom real quick.” He murmurs and gets up.

He felt even more pathetic that he couldn’t talk to you about what he was going through. Then again what could you do? You weren’t even their friends so it wasn’t like you could waltz in there and tell them off or something. You didn’t have a clue what was happening inside the house since Chan wasn’t bringing you around.

Chan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, “You got this.” He whispered and freshened up a bit before heading back out to you.

“Channie, I ordered the pizza, it’s gonna be ready in about fifteen minutes or so I think.” You say from inside the kitchen where you’re pouring him a glass of water, “Here sit, sit, you look really tense and stuff.”

“Thanks baby,” He smiles softly, all tension leaving his body since he couldn’t really stay mad around you. “How was your day?”

You shrug cutely, “Nothing too special since I went to class and after I just worked on my paper with Jungkook.”

Chan pauses, “Jungkook?” when you nod he speaks again, “Why?”

“We have the same class.” You reply softly.

Chan grips the cup a bit tighter, “No.. I mean why are you hanging around him? I told you it made me uncomfortable that you hang out with him when I’m not around.” He’s about to pop a fucking vessel with how angry he is.

You look unfazed, “Jungkook and I are friends,” you simply say, “I didn’t realize you were on such bad terms with him or something? Did anything happen for you to not like him?”

“Did anything happen?! Oh I don’t know y/n I’ve been fucking getting ganged up on by him and the guys, they’re all telling me what a hot piece of ass I got as a girlfriend! You think that’s something to get angry over? Are you gonna fucking sit there and tell me not to worry because you’re just friends?” He blows up.

Your lips part in surprise, eyes widening in awe as you listen to him rant angrily. “I tolerated enough when it came to them and you, I get it you all fucked and you fucking liked so what?! What the hell do you want me to do about it? Give you a fucking cookie and say good job?!”

His chest rises up and down in anger as he comes down from the rush. He stares down at you with pleading eyes, he wants you to say something. Anything. He just wants to put everything past him now.. Your lips part and you go to say something when he suddenly hears clapping behind you. “What the.” Chan frowns.

He looks over your shoulder and his heart drops to his ass. Jungkook comes out with a smug little smile on his lips as he takes a seat on the coffee table next to where you’re standing. “What a show you put on,” Jungkook whistles in amusement as he slithers an arm around your legs and tugs you closer to him, “didn’t know it had you bothered like that.”

“y/n what the fuck is going on?” Chan seethes, “Why the fuck is he here? Are you cheating on me with him, is that it?”

You stare at him with those sweet little puppy eyes of yours, pout forming on your lips as you gently reach over to caress Jungkook’s hair, sending Chan into a state of disbelief. “No, I’m not cheating on you. I thought you would have noticed by now, seems like you don’t pay enough attention.”

“Notice what?” He grits his teeth.

Jungkook chuckles, “Why do you think people call her Hoseok’s girl? Or my girl? Or Joon’s?” He sits back with a smug smirk, “I know you noticed how friendly we all were with each other. Listen, Chan buddy, if you ever thought you had y/n you were dead wrong. You see we love our baby, and if she says she wants to fuck you then she’s gonna fuck you simple as that. We’ve always let our girl have her fun because at the end of the day she comes back to us.” He grins.

You hum softly, “It’s fair game Channie, I do what I want but I’m still theirs. Joonie and the boys like to mess around with the guys though.. Surprised you lasted this long.”

It dawns on him this was all a sick game between the four of you. Chan stares in horror and disbelief, “You guys are fucking psychos..” He whispers.

“We’ll see you around… Channie.” Jungkook smirks.

Chan turns to you but you’re more focused on brushing Jungkook’s hair, “Pity Kookie, I actually liked this one.” You murmur softly without offering a single glance at Chan.

Chan fucking hates his life.

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Jungkook is your own personal weighted blanket. His favorite cuddling position is on top of you with his head on your chest and arms around your waist. Chills will run down his spine when you decide to play with his hair. Its his own personal heaven to be wrapped in your arms and perfume.

Yoongi isn't big on cuddling. But he will never say no. His favorite is sitting next to each other, your head on his shoulder and hand in his. Maybe a leg thrown over his lap as you watch a movie together. He'll be the first to pull a blanket over the two of you.

Namjoon loves you in his lap. Your legs in his lap and head under his chin. One hand is around your waist as he reads or works on something and you do your thing. His fingers drumming beats against your side or moving up and down your skin. He loves you close and just wants to hold you.

Jimin loves to hold you on his chest. While Jungkook loves laying on you, Jimin wants you to lay on him. He wants your head on his chest and leg over his hip. He is shameless enough to physically move you so that you are on top of him if you aren't already. He just wants to hold you close to him always.

Hoseok loves when you put your head in his lap. He loves to play with your hair. Run his fingers through the strands, maybe braid it if you let him. He will brush it back from your face so he can place a kiss to your temple. He honestly spends more time focusing on you and your features than the show that you had put on for you two to watch together.

Taehyung is not happy unless you are completely tangled up in each other as you cuddle. He wants to be completely engulfed in the very essence that makes up you when you're in each others arms. He'll make your legs tangled together, bring you flush to him, hands playing with yours. He's also one to bury his head in your hair just to smell your shampoo and to fully cement that you're there with him.

Jin is similar to Yoongi. He likes you held to his side. His arm will almost always be around your waist or shoulders. His head will lean against yours and he will pull both legs into his lap. He also loves when you sit between your legs and let him play with your hair. Let him brush it and braid it. He will put it in crazy styles and ponytails, but he will always take the time to take it out and brush out the tangles that he caused from the styles.

Summertime Service

Summary: Reader throws the BAU team a summer barbeque feast. Spencer is so moved by her hard work that he feels there's only one way to truly show her his gratitude.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Smut (18+, minors DNI)

Content Warnings: coworker relationship, descriptions of food, mutual pining, heavy kissing, praise, worship, begging, leg and feet massages, use of a gendered nickname ("pretty girl"), fingering, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected penetrative sex, creampie, reader wears a sundress. please let me know if I missed any!

Author's Notes: This is the first fic I've written and published in a very long time, so please let me know if you enjoyed it and would like more! Huge thank you to the lovely @fortheloveofwonderland for reading over this for me 💗 Also, this was written as a part of @imagining-in-the-margins's Summer Sunshine Challenge!☀️

Word Count: 6.1k

As you stepped out onto Rossi’s patio, the summer sun beat down on the skin of your exposed shoulders. The different, yet still prevalent heat radiating from the large serving dish of meat you carried also played a role in the ever-present sweat gathering on your upper body, but you trekked through the grass with a smile, attempting to appear unaffected.

Tara and Luke rushed to help relieve you of the burden in your arms, but you insisted they refrain.

“Ah, nope! This barbeque is all about you guys, okay—no helping!” You said to their many protests. Lightheartedly dejected they sat back down, offering their thanks as they helped themselves to the food.

You set down the tray amongst a swarm of arms crossing, reaching for utensils in bowls of potato salad and plates of freshly grilled vegetables. You took a moment to admire the feast occurring before you, then turned on your heel to fetch more.

You and Penelope had made this plan weeks ago, just as summer was beginning to heat up and just around the time you’d joined the BAU team as Emily’s personal assistant. After a series of difficult and depressing cases, Penelope suggested that a family get-together was in order, and she enlisted your help to plan it. She, with Rossi’s help, secured the tables and canopies for the event, while you handled the menu and the serving.

You weren’t much of a gourmet chef, but you had a few tried-and-true summer recipes in your back pocket for times like these. From years of family barbeques of your own, you’d honed techniques for preparing brisket and grilling chicken, and you’d also learned a thing or two about making macaroni and cheese and fruit salad.

Under the shade of your sundress, nerves wracked your steps. Despite the bubbly facade and easy-going assurances to the team that you didn’t need any assistance, tremors radiated through your body with each dish that was carried to the outdoor tables. The shaking wasn’t due to their weight or your lack of strength; it could all be attributed to anxiety and stress and upcoming exhaustion.

This was the first time you were attending a BAU “family” event — let alone orchestrating one — so you had put a lot of pressure on yourself to impress the team.

They saved lives and solved crimes across the country while you did mostly clerical work — filed papers and answered phone calls. The division of labor was definitely lopsided, and you felt a certain level of gratitude was in order for the team. For those who did impactful work.

Just as you’d returned to Rossi’s kitchen to retrieve another dish for the table, Spencer appeared behind you. His subtle cologne filled the air; despite summer raging on outside, he smelled of autumn with his cinnamon and coffee scent. The heat of his arm rose goosebumps up your body, but he shifted to stand next to you before anyone could notice the proximity.

“Let me help, please,” He whispered, prolonging the physical contact that was typically out of character for him. As if all the heat of summer wasn’t enough, the pool of warmth he summoned inside you lit aflame with his pleas. When you finally met his eye, that fire reached your cheeks before you could do much to hide it.

Something that you’d once brushed off as a workplace crush blossomed between you and Spencer. Although you weren’t together, there was no denying the tension felt between you two when your hands brushed at the coffee counter in the office, or when you lingered over his shoulder for just a second more than necessary when passing out case files.

Lately, it had been a lot more difficult to will the thoughts away with how the heat of the season forced Spencer to shed his typical layers of clothing. Even now, he stood beside you in a simple polo shirt that clung to his chest. You could almost feel the buttons between your fingers, sliding through the fabric as your eyes grazed over him — but the oven alarm began to blare, dragging you away from the fantasy.

“Spencer,” You took a few steps away from him, pulling a few dishes from the oven and placing them on the counter. You failed to hide the smirk his presence pulled out of you. “You know this is supposed to be about appreciating the team’s hard work. You should be relaxing!”

He rolled his eyes at your insistence, then glanced over his shoulder to ensure no one had yet to notice his absence. Luckily, they were still all consumed by the fruits of your labor — literally and metaphorically.

“Your hard work should be recognized too. You’re going to overexert yourself,” His pleas felt like music and dissonance in your ears. On one hand, the attention he paid you made your knees weak, and it was obvious by the heavy breath in your chest that you enjoyed his company. But on the other hand, you felt resolute in the objective to purely serve the team tonight. The desire to praise them for their work — the desire to feel accepted by them — triumphed over the crush you’d developed on Spencer, at least for now.

“I’ll be fine. Now go back and enjoy before someone else thinks I’m accepting helpers,” You responded, flashing a tender smile as Spencer stayed in hesitation. A flash of something crossed over his eyes — irritation, desire, annoyance, or pity, you couldn’t quite tell. All you could recognize was the way his feet dragged in defeat, leaving you to your serving duties quite slowly.

Although not a profiler, you could’ve sworn he seemed spurred on, like he had to hold himself back from acting on an urge to advance on you. You brushed the thoughts away as best you could for now, returning your focus to the task at hand.

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The next few hours were a flash of food and drinks and summer heat. Jack, Henry, Michael, Hank, and all of Matt’s kids ran around the tables with their popsicles, definitely giving the ants in Rossi’s yard a feast of their own. Everything from cucumber salad to watermelon slices, to vegetable kebabs made their rounds down each table, visiting each BAU member.

The scent of lavender, peppermint, and citrus candles mingled in the air in an attempt to keep bugs at bay. But a symphony of crickets and cicadas still played as a soundtrack to the feast, and you watched as Emily and JJ were vigilant against flies that threatened to join the party, swatting around the food every few minutes.

You spent most of the event rushing around, finding places for each dish to reside while the rest of the team balanced between repose and indulgence. Tara, Emily, JJ, and Penelope raved about the veggies, while Morgan and Rossi praised the beefier selections you’d prepared. The team showered you with compliments, but you continued to deny their requests to help.

Food acted as an avenue for both nourishment and gratitude that you felt was desperately underserved to your new family, and accepting their help seemed to cheapen that sentiment.

Maybe it was all the incredible ways in which they brought peace to people or all the times that they helped you feel at peace with their work; regardless, you felt they were owed some home cooking and summer relaxation, and you wanted to be the one to give it to them.

“If I had known you could cook like this, I would’ve suggested this barbeque months ago,” Rossi quipped over his clean plate. It must’ve been nice for him to not be the head chef for the team for a change.

“Yeah, I haven’t eaten this good in years,” Emily chimed in, with agreements made by Matt and Morgan. Their wives nodded with them in earnest agreement.

As the sun began to set, a wash of pinks and purples created the perfect backdrop to the barbeque. Penelope had the idea to set up tiki torches, which you lit with Hotch’s help. Their gentle glow kept the brightness at a dim level while still ensuring sight to guide you as you continued your service.

Although the energy level had died down quite a bit thanks to the heat of the day and the abundance of food everyone had, the team was still rapt in lively discussions as you served dessert.

Blueberry pie with a lattice-style crust, chocolate cake with matching frosting, and homemade vanilla bean ice cream graced the tables. You weren't usually one to brag, but even you had to admit the delicious sweets were a perfect final touch to the event.

Even at dusk, the ice cream sweat and started melting almost as soon as it found its place on their plates. The sickly-sweet aroma from the pie carried on long after its trip in the oven, mingling with the already present floral aromas that seemed elevated due to the heat. You were surprised the barbeque hadn’t summoned neighbors, or at least more bugs.

Residual summer heat could be so damning yet comforting all at the same time.

With dessert served, you finally allowed yourself to sit and join the team. The aches in your feet and back that had gone unnoticed during the hours of cooking and service finally surfaced as your weight shifted, encouraging a painful rest to overtake your limbs. Without realizing it, you’d slumped over in your chair for quite a while, staring out into space as the party continued around you.

That was until Spencer detected your quietness and waved a hand in front of your eyes, commanding attention.

“Are you okay, y/n?” His voice was barely audible over the discussions happening around you. But, you still nodded, straightened your back, and reached for a slice of pie.

“Yep, just got distracted,” You gave him a small smile, but you could see that he didn’t quite believe your performance. The fatigue in your body was incredibly apparent, and the look behind your eyes was one of exhaustion. However, Spencer hesitated to react to his observations.

You weren’t sure what you expected him to say or do about it, but you watched as he pursed his lips together in contemplation — planning something.

Whatever he was scheming, it was set in motion as Matt and his family departed. Following him were JJ and her loved ones, plus Emily and Tara. They all offered repeated praises to you, Penelope, and Rossi as they crossed the threshold into the blackness of summer night.

Before you could completely gather your things, suddenly Spencer pulled you aside and insisted on coming over to his apartment tonight. His usual dismissive, demur demeanor had changed, and he loomed over you with a sort of persuasive aura that radiated from his request. It was as if he was protecting you from something, or rather, preparing you for something. Either way, anticipation dripped from his words as you stared back, silent, in response.

“I-If that makes you uncomfortable, by all means, ignore me,” he spoke in hushed tones. “But I really think you’ll enjoy it if you come.”

If you hadn’t been so exhausted, the absolute shock from his blatant flirtation would have caused your breath to catch in your throat before you could ever eloquently reply. However, with the fatigue wracking you, all you could do was scan his face for any sign of sarcasm.

He seemed to be genuine, and your body instinctually gravitated toward him with the offer. It went without saying that this invitation felt incredibly forward, but the sleep that threatened to overtake you also kept you from worrying too much about the obvious blush that spread across your face at the thought of what leaving with Spencer would look like to the rest of the team.

Objectively, though, Spencer’s apartment was closer than yours, and you weren't sure if you could handle the lull of a drive this late at night. You justified to yourself that accepting his offer was out of a precautionary notion — but in all honesty, the seductive implications of Spencer’s plan were what really captivated you, and pulled an ‘okay’ from your lips.

You’d spent all night denying requests, and you didn’t want to forgo this one.

In the passenger seat of Spencer’s rarely-driven car, your body pulsed with fatigue at every stop. You wondered if he could sense it radiating through you or if he was just burnt out on masking his flirtation towards you all day, as you caught him glancing at your body at every red light. Each push and pull brought on by inertia briefly relieved the pain, then rushed it back in, but his gaze did give you another sense of relief.

Thankfully, the drive was short, and the walk up to Spencer’s door was aided by his hand on your lower back. With drowsiness prevalent in every step, you took a moment to check your surroundings and ask yourself if this was truly happening. The flirtation, the lingering physicality between you two, and the blushes that damned every innocent conversation you’d had together seemed to rise to the top of your brain at that moment as you recognized the reality you’d found yourself in.

Aided by his unabashed touch on your back, your awareness of reality fed your deep desire that he truly led you here for scandalous reasons, but the rational side of your brain that was just barely awake triggered anxiety to flare. Fear of unknowns, of rejection, or maybe both floated up your spine and burned in the impression of his fingers upon you.

But, then his door swung open. Almost instantly after you walked inside and he shut the door, Spencer knelt on his knees before you. The swift change in position made you stumble backward, and confusion spread across your face.

“What are you doing?” The question bubbled out of you fast, but you hadn’t meant to sound disinterested. It was alarming, for sure, to abruptly feel the heat of his body so close to your aching legs, but that didn’t mean the view wasn’t incredibly alluring.

“I’m taking care of you,” Spencer responded, his voice was quiet but poignant as if this was standard procedure.

You stood frozen as he slid the strap of your sandal down the back of your heel, and his fingers brushed against the veins of your feet.

“You took care of us all day. Now it’s your turn to relax.”

Taken aback by his sudden servitude, no verbal response came from your mouth. Instead, you melted under his fingertips as he slowly removed the other shoe, then traveled up your calves to pull down your sheer stockings. The gesture was so intimate, so quiet, so tender. Paired with the exhaustion and excitement and bewilderment, the elegance of his touch brought tears to your eyes.

Spencer stood back up slowly, his lips ghosting over your arm on his ascent. Your eyes met in the dim light of his apartment for the first time, both sets deepened with a near primal sense of surprised attraction. Your body felt as if on fire, vibrating, or possibly both with how electric your nerves were with your closeness and the threat of his impending adoration.

Just as the summer sun had earlier shone on your exposed shoulders, the richness of Spencer’s deep brown eyes was now affixed to them. His index finger wrapped around the thin strap of your sundress, pulling it over the curve of your shoulder at an agonizingly slow pace. It was so soft yet so tense — neither one of you had made a sound in what felt like minutes — a whimper threatened to fall from your lips just as Spencer’s eyes flickered back to meet yours.

“You overexerted yourself,” Spencer echoed what he’d warned you against earlier in the evening, breaking the silence. You couldn’t help but wearily smile at the re-use of his own words.

“I think I’ll accept a helper now,” You replied hushed, voice wavering so much you thought it might shatter if any more than a heavy breath was expelled from your throat. The twitch of a smile spread across Spencer’s face just as you had the thought — as if he’d read your mind.

But the silence resumed, and Spencer’s hand sent the top of your sundress cascading down your forearm. The fabric halted at your wrist, and as Spencer coaxed the other strap down the opposite side, he slowly exposed your chest to the cold air of his apartment.

After a day in the sun, his air conditioning felt arctic, and despite the heat pooling in the pit of your stomach thanks to his mannerisms, the tips of Spencer’s fingers iced over the skin of your décolletage.

Whether he noticed your shivering, or if this was all a part of his grander plan, you did not know. But just as the weight of the sundress carried itself passed your hips to pool at your ankles, Spencer clasped your hands together and led you toward his bedroom.

Again, anxiety pulled you from your lustful daze. Was this really happening? Had you been ignorant all along to Spencer’s advances, or was this just as spontaneous for him? It’s not like you didn’t want this — more so, you were just in a state of disbelief at the way the day’s events had transpired.

Disregarding the chorus of cicadas permeating his bedroom window, Spencer guided you to sit on the edge of his bed in otherwise complete silence. He knelt in front of you, mimicking your positions from the foyer. The arousal that sprung from you at his sudden movement made your cheeks blush a shade of red deeper than any summertime sunburn could create.

At the same time, you couldn’t help but become aware of the obvious disparity in modesty between the two of you now, but he caught your wrists before you could shift to cover your body.

“Are you sure this is okay?” He spoke up with a sobering tone. The wistfulness and tension were briefly broken, and you smiled at the notion that he still checked for consent despite all that you’d done so far.

“Not just okay. I want it, Spence. I want you,” Your voice, a little bolder now, seemed to boom in his most private room. Without another word, he guided your hands to the buttons on his shirt, before releasing your wrists in favor of splaying his hands across your thighs.

You inhaled sharply, shuddering at the contact. But it did make your hands move faster, pulling his buttons apart in a quite similar fashion to the eager way you’d daydreamed about doing so earlier.

Just as you’d completed the task and pulled the fabric of his shirt over his head, you felt the pads of his fingers reconnect with your legs and dig into the supple flesh of your thighs. A deep sigh left your lips almost instantly as he worked the worn muscles, firmly pressing into them. You felt the stress shift and dissipate, and your body reacted automatically to his ministrations.

It wasn’t until his massage traveled to your calves that more salacious noises fell from your lips. You knew that this kind of attention wasn’t strictly sexual, but the relief Spencer brought to you, to the tenderness in your legs and feet, demanded a vocal response.

At first, mewls and faint sighs responded to his help, but they deepened in tandem with his strength. The kneading of his fingers across the width of your legs, the pressure he placed upon your Achilles' tendons, and the force he pushed into the worn arches of your feet all played roles in the escalation of your noises into pure, wanton moans.

“You are so beautiful,” Spencer spoke into the landscape of sounds you were creating for him. “Not just like this, but all the time. The way you laugh, the work you do, in all the things you did for us tonight — you’re the most incredible woman I’ve ever met.”

His impromptu speech stunned you for a moment, and you did your best to keep your interjections to heavy sighs to truly listen to him. But his praise wasn’t something you were used to, and although you’d been complimented all night at the barbeque, something about Spencer’s tone inspired a unique bashfulness.

“Stop,” You half-heartedly chuckled, unsure of how to respond to such an admission other than to dismiss it.

“I’m serious, y/n,” He continued, unfazed. “Ever since you walked through the doors at the office I felt…saved. I’m not religious but — I mean, you’ve literally got me on my knees here.”

Your face burned with the worship, and his joke inspired a smile, but you also did your best to relax your reactions and just take his confession.

“You’re smart, you’re sweet, you’re compassionate and caring, and I just feel like you deserve the world…I don’t know if you—if you’ve ever thought of me like this, but, I really do adore you. And I want to serve you like you did me tonight.”

With his previous, dominant stance seemingly shaken, you took the opportunity to run your hands up his arms and into his hair. He closed his eyes at the feeling, leaning into the touch and basking in it. Leaning in close, your lips met in a soft, slow kiss.

As you gently pushed against one another, your more primal drives slowly regenerated, and you pulled his hair tenderly to just barely create a separation. His eyes shot open, struggling to focus on anything else but your lips. With another gentle tug, you wound him back up to the previous tension you two had.

“Show me how much you adore me,” The command rumbled in your chest before you even truly processed it.

But that was enough for Spencer. With the ending of the last syllable, his eyes fell half-lidded, and he quickly pushed your lips back together.

The steady and slow pace you’d honed since arriving at his apartment was suddenly nowhere to be found. Desperation laced your every move as you traveled up his bed; Spencer towering over you, never disconnecting in your endeavor. You felt the weight of his body settle between your legs. Not only was his skin sweltering with heat, but you could feel how achingly hard he was through his slacks.

You kissed with the desperation of a couple saying goodbye. It was as if both of you were grasping at each other, fearful of any distance that may find its way into your embrace. As your eager hands traversed down his bare chest and stomach, Spencer rushed to match your near nakedness through a rather clumsy removal of his pants.

While the sweet and savory scents of summer seemed distant now, everpresent was the smell of Spencer. Coffee and cinnamon filled your nose once again as his hair cascaded over your face, sweeping behind his trail of kisses down your chest.

He paused on the journey, motioning for you to lean upwards where his lips found yours in another fit of passionate kissing. He reached around you, unclasping your bra and gently guiding the fabric down your arms. Another shiver wracked through you as your breasts were finally exposed, but it was quickly remedied by the warmth of Spencer’s palms.

He cupped them softly at first, dragging mewls from your mouth that he used to slide his tongue between your lips. It wasn’t until he felt the shake of your muscles that he realized how uncomfortable the position must’ve been, leading him to push you back onto the mattress, palms still full of your tits.

With your mouths freshly separated, Spencer let a string of saliva fall from his mouth, coating the valley on your chest in a way that caught every moonbeam in the room. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to the plush swell of your breast, setting your skin aflame. You moaned shamelessly at the delicious pressure, earning a satisfied smile from the man between your legs.

You hopelessly clawed at his shoulders in an attempt to feel the press of his whole body against you once more, but he continued his descent toward your center.

Painstakingly slow, he dragged your underwear down your legs, watching your face for any sign of disapproval. When he couldn’t find any, he discarded them before guiding your legs up off the bed and resting them over his shoulders. You watched, enraptured, as he lay prone in front of you and met your eyes one more time before pressing a sloppy kiss on your inner thigh.

Shivers rolled down your spine, and you shook in response to what would be the most innocent of touches from this point on. Spencer seemed encouraged by the heavy heave of your chest, and he taunted you with breathy sighs hitting your folds.

His breath was hot, but it still inspired your body to shake as if freezing. He studied you in an almost delirious state of bliss as he controlled you with just his breath, before slowly licking a devilish stripe up your slit, collecting your arousal on his tongue like the sweetest summer dessert.

A pained moan escaped your throat, wholly miserable with how much he seemed to be holding back. You did your best to avoid clamping down on his head too harshly, but you couldn’t help the instinct you felt to pull him closer.

Then, he finally dove in. His tongue worked expertly — dragging and pressing and pulling around your bundle of nerves, and even circling your entrance. The lewd sounds coming from his mouth sparked your own in response, and soon you had your own debaucherous melody echoing in his bedroom.

He flattened his tongue, pressed it against your clit, and wrapped his arms around your thighs, giving himself leverage to apply the pressure to your most sensitive spot that he could tell you were desperate for.

You felt his tongue flip and twirl around you, drinking in your essence as if he hadn’t already gorged himself on a feast of yours tonight. Dipping a little lower, his muscle plunged inside of you, inspiring an entirely different kind of pressure that tightened your core and commanded your body off the bed.

Moving his tongue back up to your clit, he lapped at it as he began edging a finger into you, causing you to grip his duvet in a misguided attempt to relieve the incredible tension building in your stomach.

“S-spencer,” You choked out, doing your best to keep your eyes open as the sight in front of you was one of angelic beauty — Spencer’s hair was completely disheveled, and although the room was only lit by moonlight, you could see the wild gaze his eyes held as he worked so hard to please you. You let out a feather-light moan.

But all you got in response was his dark eyes, filled with a fervor that you’d never seen from Spencer before. You laced your fingers in his hair just as he pushed his finger inside you, eliciting a new, loud groan from your chest.

Latching onto your nub, Spencer rolled his tongue over it with gentle suction in tandem with fast, shallow thrusts of his finger. He moaned against you, sending ripples of stimulation through your body, radiating from his mouth. He watched you the entire time, eyes trained on your face as it scrunched up in pleasure.

He feasted on you, and for the second time tonight, you relished in the fact that you had nourished Spencer so graciously.

With a tug of his hair, you finally felt the tension in your stomach snap. A string of moans bounced off the walls of his bedroom, but Spencer didn’t give in to distraction. He pulled off of you only slightly with a deep inhale but kept his finger moving to fuck you through your orgasm.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” He cooed, bringing his other hand up to splay against your stomach, feeling the muscles spasming beneath his palm in time with the waves of pleasure washing over you.

He slowed his finger as your pleasure faded; the tension leaving your abdomen and a look of bliss covering your face, signaling your comedown. He withdrew his finger slowly before resuming his towering position over you, peppering your cheeks and neck with kisses.

Once some sense had returned to your endorphin-flooded brain, your hands roamed over the span of Spencer’s back. You resumed the choreography that neither of you had practiced, even though it felt so natural to you. Your lips found his once more, and eagerness leaked from his saliva as it mixed with the taste of you on his tongue. A low, rumbling moan echoed into your mouth as he gripped your waist and the nape of your neck roughly.

Your hearts were back up to racing, and you tugged at the tight waistband of Spencer’s boxers.

“Please,” Spencer spoke into your mouth, barely disconnecting your lips as he begged. “Please, let me fuck you.”

If the praise wasn’t enough to win you over, the absolutely distraught look on his face would’ve done the job. One part of you couldn’t believe that Spencer could be so commanding and servile at the same time, while another part of you knew this must be the purest form of Spencer that anyone had ever seen before. Apart from his previous partners, you felt as if you were the only observer of him in such a state of subservience. He felt totally and uniquely seen by you, and that’s all he ever wanted.

You nodded and mewled at his request, harshly removing his last remaining barrier before wrapping your legs around his waist. Your movements brought his dick closer to your heat, and you couldn’t hold back the tremors that overwhelmed your senses at the sensation. Kissing you once more, Spencer aligned himself at your entrance, mimicking the shivering of your body on such a hot summer night.

He pushed into you at a listless pace, wanting to give you all the time and space to get comfortable around him despite the instincts that begged him to act faster. His finger had done little to prepare you for his true size, and although you gasped sharply at the intrusion, your body was quick to relax and pull him further inside you.

You shared moans and whimpers on the slow endeavor, kissing each other wherever available — cheek, arm, neck, chest — until he was fully flush with your body.

“Thank you,” Spencer breathed out, so softly that you almost missed it. “Thank you, thank you,” He kept worshiping as you felt his hips stutter and his cock twitch inside you. The size of him, his breath on your neck, and the everpresent smell of sex all tethered together in your mind at once, sparking an almost insatiable desire to demand that he move. You knew the worship was all a part of his plan to repay you for the barbeque, but you echoed the sentiment back nonetheless in favor of a less sweet command.

But Spencer was no stranger to that desire. With gratitude filling the room, he couldn’t hold back any longer, and he began rocking into you just enough to pull moans from your lips. He caged his arms around your head, wrapping one palm around the back of your neck to hold you in place, while the other found itself upon your cheek once again. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, watching as you moved against and around him with a delicious tightness.

He quickened his pace and relished in the way the pleasure presented upon your face. Your eyes screwed shut, mouth hung open in a string of moans. He mirrored your expressions, his bottom lip jutted out from his face, brushing yours with each harsh thrust forward. The pressure of him inside you was already swelling the knot in your stomach, and the stimulation melted all fatigue from the day away from your muscles.

Clawing at his back and arms, you opened your eyes to find him once more. The hand on your neck kept your gaze steady despite his rough movements that threatened your composure. There was a charm, a tenderness that you’d felt lingering between you two all night—hell, ever since your first day. From the moment you introduced yourself in the dawn of summer, to the moment he dropped to his knees and begged for you, an intensity magnetized the two of you together.

Before you could get too lost in the beautiful thoughts of your attraction, Spencer adjusted the angle of your hips, reaching even deeper into you. You couldn’t hold back the scream that left your body, and you felt yourself tighten around him as he drove into you at an incredible rate.

Spencer was already close — you could tell by the way whimpers fell over your neck with his every thrust, and he blinked rapidly as if it would stave off his impending release. He called your name as a warning, implicitly asking for your guidance.

Now, it was your turn to beg.

“Please,” You pled, eyes half-lidded yet glued to Spencers. “Please, come inside me.”

He could barely hold back after your words, his hips even faltering for a moment. But he kept his pace, and you wrapped your arms around him tightly as your release teetered on the edge of his relentless pace.

“Fuck,” You felt Spencer groan into your hair as his hips slammed flush with yours. Warmth flooded inside you, and the sensation triggered your release soon after. Both of you clung to each other, panting and brainless with bliss, as Spencer slowly continued to fuck you through your climaxes.

As the tension and heat dissipated over your body, you and Spencer reluctantly pulled away from each other. It was the first time since you’d arrived at his apartment that either one of you had given into distance. He was gentle with the motions, watching the way your body shook with each rogue wave of pleasure as he pulled out of you.

When he was fully removed, though, you found yourself alone, laid out across his bed. As the heaving in your chest subsided, Spencer returned with a towel, cleaning you up with the utmost tenderness.

“Here, I can help,” You peeled your upper body from his duvet despite all the resistance in your overexerted muscles, reaching for the cloth only for Spencer to catch your hand before you could make it.

“I’m still serving you, okay? Lay down,” He chuckled at your attempt, finishing up with the towel and discarding it back in his bathroom. When he returned, he continued to refuse your help, pulling the duvet out from under you to tuck you in.

He joined you on the other side of the bed, brushing hair from your face as he settled under the comforter too. You laid facing each other, eyes grazing over each other's bodies in a much more romantic sense than you two had a few moments prior.

“Why did you do all that?” You posed the question quietly, watching his face intently for a reaction. Although anxiety may not be the best word for it, you did feel a bit unsure about what this night meant for your relationship. Was this a summer fling, a coworker crush, or something more real? Something that would permeate the seasons or something that you’d recall late at night in future solitude?

“Well, for one, because I like you,” Spencer said, laughing slightly through the ends of a few words. “But also because of all you did for us tonight. You worked so hard and you deserved to be spoiled too.”

The praise again brought a flush to your cheeks, and you looked away as you tried not to discount the way Spencer was feeling. Even if you were unsure of your deserving of praise, you had to admit it felt nice to be adored by Spencer, and it felt good to know that this meant more to him than something casual.

Despite the summer heat, you found yourself fully engulfed in his embrace. The cicadas’ chorus began to lull sleep into your heavy eyes, even though you weren’t quite ready to let go and close your eyes, which would mean missing out on Spencer’s reverent gaze.

“I like you too,” You finally spoke up, finding his hand in the darkness of his bedroom, and lacing your fingers together. “Thank you for spoiling me.”

“Hey—no more ‘thank yous.’ You deserved it,” Spencer replied, placing a kiss on your knuckles before shuffling further into the bed. You turned over, relaxing into Spencer’s warm body as his arm wound around your stomach, still holding your hand.

Summer heat can be more comforting than once thought, after all.

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