Its You | M

it’s you | M

PAIRING | hoseok x reader GENRE | roommate AU, smut, fluff WARNING | shower shenanigans, handjobs, protected sex and some mild body worship/nipple play WORD C. | 5,380

An unfamiliar coolness raises goosebumps on the bare skin of your forearms, the chill breeze rising you from a peaceful slumber as your eyes have a hard time adjusting to the streaks of sunlight that filter through the half-open blind on your room, pollution and street noise traveling all the way up to your window to make home in the throbbing pain in your skull.

Yet, amidst the impending hangover, there is a soothing warmth throughout your body that can’t possibly be from your comforter––the same one that lays crumpled in the corner of your room from your peripheral vision. It drapes over your waist like a blanket, shielding your entire backside from the brisk temperature permeating your entire apartment, and your body can’t help but seek out the source of heat, moving back unconsciously.

You try and fail to recall any memories from the previous night besides short and sporadic bursts of fluorescent club lights and heavy electronic music that zip too quickly on the back of your eyelids whenever you blink. Your headache seems to worsen the more you will yourself to assemble your timeline on the previous night endeavors, so you let it go for the time being, eyes blinking rapidly as you assess the situation at hand.

With light movements, you move your hand so you can pry yourself away from whoever you’ve slept with last night, fingers closing in on the hand at the dip of your waist as you move your body forward at a slow pace. Your efforts fall in vain when the arm only seems to tighten around you, warm lips finding comfort at the back of your neck, sleepy mumbles falling on deaf ears.

A voice that sounds familiar, but it wasn’t possible… Was it? To hook up in a random club with someone you know? 

What are the fucking odds?

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wowow

scene. (m)

pairing: taehyung x reader, ft. hoseok

theme: smut + dirty talk

warnings: language, thigh riding, cum play, voyeurism, exhibitionism, filth overall tbqh

word count: 3.769

description: your best friend finds out that you like him while secretly observing you as you fuck the resident bad boy on his torn couch.

Hoseok can’t believe his eyes.

He stands still with a low pulse, his uncertain gaze glued to the crack in the door of the bathroom where he had taken the liberty of relieving himself after an intense game of beer pong – the disposal of his bladders contents long overdue. He should feel relieved.

Except now he feels as if his bladder is exerting indescribable pressure onto his lower half, more so than it did when he actually did need to take a piss. It makes him press his thighs together in a feeling of irritation burning with a side of urgency.

You’re sitting on Taehyung’s spacious thigh, your panties long discarded as the lips of your soft pussy spread themselves out to smack against the rigid bone of his toned leg.

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I'm screaming

Why do I love the pain

Petals (ft. Hoseok)

Drabble Game Prompt 18. “I shouldn’t be in love with you.”

→ hanahaki disease!au, extreme angst → 4k words (oneshot) → what happens when the surgery doesn’t work?

A/N: WOAH ok…I realized after writing this that this deserves a story talk so please read that! I hope my first Hoseok story turned out okay :) 

The lights are piercing, shining too bright for a godless day like this. The nurses wheel you into a different ward that shares the same kind of lights, and you can see in the swinging doorway the faces of your close friends and family as they smile tearfully at your weak body atop of the gurney. 

But the sight of him makes your heart clench, waving at you and hugging your mom close as he meets your gaze from a few feet away, and the overwhelming need to throw up comes again. The bitter taste of the petals are already at the back of your throat. But you swallow it down, tears pricking your eyes as you calm down your breathing and focus on the sharp smell of alcohol that fills the surgery ward.

The nurse smiles at you from under her mask, her eyes crinkling as she stops the gurney and begins preparing her tools. “It’ll be over before you even know it. You’re very brave to be doing this procedure.” You nod, as she prepares the anesthesia and puts a mask over your mouth. 

“Alright, honey, can you count backwards from twenty please?” Other doctors and surgeons fill the room, and you can see on the second floor, that a few other doctors stand over the glass paneled room, watching.

You nod, and she smiles. 

“20, 19, 18, 17, 16,” you begin, faltering as you count, “15…14…13…”

And everything goes black, the taste of flowers still bitter at the back of your throat.

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Yes, Oppa

Hoseok Genre: Smut Word Count: 3430-ish When faced with Jung Hoseok, how could you not be a tease? Just a little?

A/N: There might definitely be a second part. Involving that goddam dancer’s body. I’ve been struck and killed by the Hobi train, along with @yoongis-sass, and it is to be war between us. A fic war. Oops.

You loved all the boys. They were your closest friends and brothers, and even if you didn’t get to spend as much time with them as you would other friends, they were really the only friends you needed.

Especially Hoseok. But in a different way. You were, without a doubt, 300% in love with Hoseok. His smiles, his laughter, his warm hugs and unfailing kindness. His unintentional and incredible sexiness. Just to begin with.

And when faced with Jung Hoseok, you couldn’t help but be a tease. Just a little.

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devoted (m) | jhs

⇢ summary: jung hoseok is infamous for wanting nothing to do with commitment of any kind, at least until he decides he wants to knock you up. (fuckboy au, biker au)

⇢ genre: smut entirely pwp

⇢ word count: 2.31k

⇢ warnings: sexual content (impregnation kink, cum play, dom & sub tones, penetration, dirty talk, sex on a motorcycle, light degradation, creampie)

⇢ note: i’m blaming this on my primarily smut writer friends (who know who they are) for corrupting me as well as the fact that i am too ill to write much better. i am so sorry jksgaf

More than anything, after all these years of pointless hook ups, Jung Hoseok makes you want to light yourself on fire. You mean that in both the absolute best and worst possible way.

Twenty minutes prior, you were in the club. Vodka sloshed through your bloodstream like liquid adrenaline as you rocked your hips back and forth, dizzying lights overhead blurring your vision. The club was just as terrifyingly sweaty and close-knit as the ones you see in movies. People’s bodies crushed against one another in a fit of hormonal liberation, grinding and pulsing on each other in the hopes of bringing someone home for the night.

At the time, you had absolutely no idea where Irene went in the past twenty minutes. Probably scrambling off to fuck someone she met on the cold floor of the club bathroom, leaving you behind to the figurative wolves.

Someone tall gripped at your hips with ferocity, their nails digging into your skin through the tight, thin fabric of your dress. You pushed your ass back into their already half-hard crotch upon instinct alone before the familiar scent of woodsy cologne cut through the alcohol infused air.

“Up for a quick fuck, princess?” Hoseok had asked, his rough voice tickling the shell of your ear.

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if i could tell her

Summary: Jung Hoseok is just trying to pass his philosophy class, yet ends up with so much more.  Pairing: Hoseok | Reader  Genre: Fluff/Angst; College/Fake Dating AU  Word Count: 16,339

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It’s not abnormal to wake up in a space that is not his own, considering his life and what he did just to feel any sort of rush of pleasure, awakening in an apartment and atop a bed with a touch too many scents that only makes the hangover pierce even deeper at his skull. He arises, a groan barely leaving his lips as he sits up, rubbing at his head and looking down to see that he wears nothing under the sheets. Again, all part of the typical one-night-stand escapades he participated in.

However, what is not typical is the way the bed feels cold, empty without the presence of the other figure sleeping opposite of him—someone he almost would not have missed had he had woken up in his own room, someone he might have forgotten had it not been for the vague memory of a girl underneath him, a name he might have been gritting between his teeth in the haze of his lust. Kathy, was it? Or Kat? No, the longer Jung Hoseok sits there, the more confident he grows in the fact that the name certainly had been Karly.

The physical appearance of the girl remains blank on him, no matter how desperately he tries to rack his consciousness, tries to remember the scene of the party and what she did to catch his attention. There must have been something, something hidden within the corners of his mind, perhaps a glance or a smile or a dance move or a joke. Either way, the answer refuses to present itself to Hoseok at the present moment, which is fine because aforementioned Karly is absent to spare him from that awkward situation.

Still, he remains motionless for a few more seconds, counting down to see if the girl—Karly—is perhaps just in the bathroom or making breakfast, doing anything within the apartment that could make an escape on Hoseok’s part awkward. Yet he doesn’t hear anything, fails to make out those telltale signs that leaving would be a bad move. So he straightens up, feet falling upon the carpet with a gentle sigh, and manages to find his clothing littered across the room. Hoseok makes quick work on dressing himself, pulling on his shirt, tugging on his jeans, slowly making his way to the bedroom door and down the hallway. The apartment is quiet, and he is momentarily stunned that this Karly girl would just leave him alone in her home, that she would be so trusting of someone she did not know personally.

That is, until he walks into the kitchen and finds that he is most certainly not alone in the apartment, that there is a certain someone sitting at the kitchen counter—a certain beautiful someone.

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