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RUTHLESS

💕Pairing: Hoseok x Reader 

📝Summary: When breaking the norm leads to a romance.

✏️Genre/au: Smut, Non-canon, Biker life, Friends to lovers

✏️Rating: 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 4508

⚠️chapter warnings: explicit smut

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Riding on top of your 2013 Sportster Iron 883 purple custom felt the closest thing to heaven you could ever imagine. The little stops to take in the view, the things that have changed from when you saw them last time moving east, adding the cherry on top.

Your busy schedule, hectic really, playing dirty on your liking for the road. Visiting home using a plane felt tedious, the bike calling your name from the garage every time you'd get a taxi to get to the airport. Making you feel restrained, choked by a lifestyle that was simply not fit for you. 

Until you said fuck it. Fuck it as to set your feet on your boss's office and tell him that he had a month to find you a replacement; that you were out. Out for good. Out to never see his little man-asshole attitude around your hard work, ever again. Although, with the most respectful and polite phrases you could make use of. Still bold. Still making his jaw drop. 

You had been saving your pennies like a hoarder, living like a broke university student although your good grades had given you honors in your degree and gotten you a very well-paid job. Hard work, not brain. Always hard work. 

More to demonstrate than to enjoy at the beginning. Until you entered the university and met people with a less judgemental mentality than those back in town. Then, it was for you; hell, you could do it. You just could do it. So you did and got your job. But unfortunately, it didn't marry with the wild creature inside of you, the one that prayed to know the world, to see the bigger picture it contained. 

Going back home wasn't a defeat when the defeat was to stay stuck in something you hated. Besides, it wasn't like you were going to go back to live with your parents, although they had suggested it and told you to save your money for further moves. 

You weren't going to spend it in your first days, that was for sure. Jungkook had offered his spare bedroom for two weeks until he could rent it to another company coworker. The last one had to move back to his hometown to take care of a now long-term ill brother, since they lost their parents at a young age. You felt kind of guilty to not spend more time with yours after that and assured yourself that you would. For now, what was living with them were all your belongings. Their garage was full to the brim with all you'd sent from your apartment. Your bike would be with you, resting with your friend's 2016 Sportster Iron 883 dark custom and his housemate's, Taehyung, also customised 2012 Road King red custom. 

As you stopped the roaring engine, in his driveway you observed the two-floor house. It looked cozy but had that single-guy aura printed somewhere. The folding door to the garage opened just before Hoseok poked his head through the main door and went out, followed by Taehyung. They started greeting you enthusiastically as you entered the house and Jungkook closed the door. 

"I can't believe we're gonna be housemates," said Taehyung with a wiggly attitude that surprised you.

"Well-" you started saying.

"C'mon, hyungs, she's been riding for more than ten hours. We should let her rest." Jungkook offered. 

"Let's get you to the bathroom, love." offered Hobi, taking your backpack off your shoulders, as Jungkook unleashed the ones in your bike, to take them inside. 'Love…' you smiled internally. 

Taehyung was fast to open a beer for you as soon as you stepped inside, while Hobi and Jungkook went upstairs to leave your things. When Jungkook came down straight after, it turned out Hobi was filling the main bathroom's bathtub for you. 

After finishing your beer between quick updates, you noticed he hadn't still come down and decided to go see what he was up to. Opening the door to an oscillating lighting and a low water setting, you saw the whole bathroom lit with candles.

"I thought you would enjoy it," he said while placing some more and letting them up after.

"Wow, Hobi… This is… wow." you breathed out. All your customary tough attitude seemingly melting along with the wax forming them.

"I'm done," he said after litting the last one while standing. "I'll let you be. The red set of towels is for you." you looked at the hanging towels in the room: grey, black, and red. 'Such a cliché from us.' you thought. "Welcome home, Army," he said, kissing your cheek right after, then moved to walk out. Something with his gesture, made you turn around and stop him by the leathers before hugging him from behind. "Yeah… I missed you too…" he let out in almost a whisper before turning around and hugging you back. 

You stayed like that for a bit, before he cleared his throat and softly said "The water is gonna get cold." You saw him smiling as you parted from his body. Your leathers ripping from each other with the warmth of the room and with your nod, he left with a sweet smile.

You closed the door and put your head against it, feeling the moist surface over your skin and you sighed. Your heartbeat had gone wild with it all. Another 'I love you.' stuck in your throat, making it hurt. You would have slammed your head against the wooden surface but decided there was no point. 

The next morning, you woke up with one of the most exorbitant hangovers in history, running straight to the bathroom and throwing up the first meal you had as a baby.  A giggle at the other side of the door startled you.

"Forgot you didn't drink that much anymore," Jungkook said with a smile.

"I hate you…" you said before another choke let out more of what you thought was already an empty stomach. Another giggle reached your ears.

"I'll get you something for that." he then said before closing the door behind himself. You felt like passing out and sat with your back against the tiles. Your head was spinning and the light from the ceiling was practically blinding you.

"Fuck me…" you cussed.

"Do you need help?" you heard Taehyung on the other side, concerned. 

“It’s okay, love. Just-” another choke and the door swung open with him coming over to hold your hair.

“This is why I don’t drink.” he then muttered, rubbing your back in circles.

“This is why, I, don’t drink,” you replied. When he was sure nothing else was coming out, he flushed the toilet and opened the window to let in some fresh air. Then wet a cloth and place it on your nape, fresh and awakening.

Going down to the living area, you saw the panorama. Hobi was sound asleep in the darkness behind the French door that separated the living room from the kitchen. Still, you got a glimpse of his naked torso as he hugged the blanket that was supposed to be covering him but didn’t feel right looking anywhere lower. Although you were tempted. 

“If you look at him like that you’ll wake him,” suggested Taehyung taking a sip of his cocoa, hiding a smile. 

“Uh?” you wondered, turning around distractedly. 

“Are you still whipped for him?” wondered  Jungkook calmly, while taking a sip of orange juice before biting into a butter and marmalade toast. You gulped air looking away with squinted eyes. “She is.” he chuckled. You felt nauseated.

“Shut up.” you hissed to him. 

You had time to drink Jungkook’s hangover Americano, the most watery double shot coffee in the world with two pills of vitamin B and zinc, shove down ibuprofen and eat a Croque Madame before Hobi was up. Opening the double door with his eyes still closed and still in underwear, he walked inside the kitchen. Your eyes darted down, involuntary, and you turned your seat towards the aisle again, giving your back to him. His mast was standing and Taehyung gave you a look before pronouncing himself. 

“Hobi-hyung. You are naked.” with the most stern face he could make use of and even though aware of that fact you almost choked on air, huffing.

“Fuck.” you heard him say before his steps led him back to the living room. He didn’t put on the Saint Laurent black T-shirt that was wearing the day before but only the trousers. Entering the kitchen, you saw Jungkook’s smirk before he shook his head. “What?” wondered the man in question, grabbing a water bottle as your eyes traveled down his back to his well-defined peaches. Instinctively, you bit your lower lip. 

“SO,” said Taehyung very loudly all of a sudden, making him turn around immediately. You got caught. You were fast to look away but he still got the whole glance of it; the lip tucked between your teeth, your eyes on the low of his back. You wanted to smack Taehyung, who surely had done it on purpose. "Are we doing something today?"

"I thought it'd be great to ride the seaside road, all along the coast. The sea is looking beautiful these days with all those gigantic clouds, so I wanted to take some shots," announced Jungkook, serving Hobi an Americano. 

"Woah, sounds great!" replied Hobi with a hearted smile but then dropped it to look at you. "Do you feel like it? After yesterday's journey?" 'Maybe he didn't notice you checking him out… maybe…' you thought.

"I was born to be on top of a bike, Hope. I'd love to," you told him with a wide smile that was replied with his.

"So, who is taking me?" he wondered, looking at the pair at opposite sides of the aisle. They looked at each other and raised a brow before looking at him.

"Only chicks at the back, sorry." both pronounced in perfect sync. He looked at them with parted lips in surprise. 

"Wait, then how-Oh." he looked at you before going slightly shy.  You looked at the pair, who winked at you before Hobi looked at them again. 

"You can get closer, Hobi. It's safer," you told him when he held onto you over the bike, pulling his hands to make him advance on the seat and putting them around your waist. The warmth of his body against yours, noticeable even through the leathers and you blushed slightly at the sensation. You felt a slight shake coming from him but when you tilted your head to look at him, he only smiled in approval, gently. Showing off his dimples. You turned around flustered, then heard the roar of the starting engine from Jungkook's bike, soon to be followed by yours and Tae's. "Don't do any sudden moves, stay close," you advised Hobi, one more time before pulling behind Jungkook.

The view, as you left the town's premises, was truly a miracle. The high grey clouds over the sea drawing a spectacle on the waves. A storm was meant to hit the shore sometime during the evening. To you, it was probably going to hit just in time for you to go back to Jungkook's place. He was precise like that, even with the weather, as if things waited to happen when he was done doing what he wanted to do. 

At the highest part of the road, on a cliff, Jungkook signaled to stop and it wasn't until you took off your helmet that Hobi moved. 

His face during the ride, through your rearview mirrors was of absolute bliss. He would look at the horizon with peace written all over his demeanor and give you slight looks through the reflecting surface that made your heart skip a beat. You didn't want the moment to end. On top of the bike, sharing your freedom with him and seeing him respond the same way you did the first time you got on a bike, made your heart swell with love. It was one of the most intimate moments you had ever had with anyone. There, the problems disappeared and the rest of the world, on top of those two wheels, seemed to do so too. It was only you and him, the warmth of his body against yours and the fresh air filling your lungs at every breath. 

He seemed to hesitate to get down until you turned and told him that he could do so. Then he offered you his hand to get down, a gesture that you appreciated but also felt a devilish need to mock until Taehyung pointed out that if he wasn't interested in rubbing your ass with it, he better put it away immediately.

"You bikers are ruthless." Hobi pointed out as you went down and put two hands on his back, you pushed him towards the spot where Jungkook had started his professional camera and was very focused taking different angles of the same image. You hugged Hoseok from the back this time, distractedly, but your heart started to speed up to it, betraying you at the throat. If someone asked you a question you were sure you wouldn't be able to spill a word. When Taehyung approached he gave you a naughty smile that Hobi missed, so amazed by the view you could have sworn you felt him shiver. "The storm is gonna be huge." you heard Hoseok say. "The wind is low but look there." he pointed towards a spot underneath the clouds in the distance. Rain, so much it looked like fog. 

"I know," said Jungkook. "That's why I wanted to make the trip. I want to capture it till the last minute when we are back." he pointed to the Go-pro at the side of his helmet.

"Dude, we are going to get soaked." pointed out Taehyung, caught off guard, leaning over to get a look at his friend past the two of you.

"We won't. Trust me," said Jungkook, calmly. "Let's get back to the wheels." he then added.

You let go of Hobi and went towards your bike obediently, knowing that it was probably the safest choice if you didn't want to mess up time and end up wet to the bones. But he stayed behind as you mounted the bikes. His slender figure, looking like a lost soul with the clouds at the other side. You took your phone out of the inner pocket of your jacket and took a picture of him from that perspective. 

Suddenly, Jungkook got to your side, camera in hand, and passed it to you to take the picture again. Once you gave it back to him, he walked towards Hobi and started taking pics of him like a paparazzi until he made him laugh. Hoseok slapped his shoulder between giggles and then Jungkook approached to tell him something in the ear that made Hobi blush and laugh nervously, moving away. 

The next stop was at a little restaurant in the town ahead, to pick up the best cheesecake in the region. Four little cardboard boxes with triangles of cake inside, that were put on Taehyung's bike side bags before you took the road again. Jungkook stopped a few more times, having other spots to take pictures from that side of the road. 

On the last stop, you asked Jungkook if you'd have time to stop for some groceries. Since you just moved in, there was stuff that you needed. Before taking that decision you looked at Hobi.

"We meant it. Only chicks at the back." Jungkook said with a chuckle and you rolled your eyes before turning on the engine to advance and gain some time before the storm. You saw them giggle through the right rear-view mirror.

At the grocery store, you were thankful there was an area under the roof for bikes where you could park it. You didn't trust the storm to be gentle or give any more warnings.

Hobi stretched a bit as you walked into the practically empty store with the last-minute customers rushing through. The contagious frenzy took over you two making you go faster too.

"Let's hurry. I'll pick up half of it. What do you need?" offered Hobi making you stop in the middle of the store. 

"I need avocados, not too mature. Oatmeal, wholegrain snacks, bananas, and red apples." you rushed. "Oohohoh rice milk too please!" you shouted when he moved fast towards the other side. 

"Ok!" he shouted back, and you rushed for toiletries. Pads, tampons, razors, cleaning foam, makeup wipes… condoms. You stopped in front of them, thought about Hobi, and picked a package without thinking. Less, that he would actually be seeing them. 

He did. You were putting the items on the conveyor belt when he came with the rest and as he placed them his eyes darted towards the packaging. His face changed from his bubbly normal self to a completely unreadable demeanor. He passed behind you to help you get the items at the back.

"Taehyung uses an XL if you want to change them," he said without looking at you. His tone was irritated, you knew him too well to miss that detail. You got red at the neck, mostly with frustration. 'What the hell even made him think that?' you thought. You ignored him and kept putting items in the bags. 

After paying, when you walked with him carrying your bags, you observed closer. He helped you get the items arranged in your side bags, condoms getting on the bag at his side, jaw clenching, making you finally realise what was going through his mind. He was jealous. You got mixed emotions from it but your body went from the south one. You clenched around nothing. He wanted you. Better said, in his brain, he felt like you were something his.

"They are for you. Idiot." you mouthed out making him raise his eyes from where he'd put them. You looked away, folding the bag to put it on top of your stuff before closing the luggage at your side. He seemed to click and rushed to close his. Then when he sat down behind you he pulled you suddenly so close to his body that you whimpered. His whole energy felt different. Sexual, in the way his hard-on was pressed tightly on your rear. Dominant, in how possessive his grip was. As if he was going to flip the top right there and fuck you over your bike. You felt your need drip down through your slit to the lacy fabric of your good-to-go underwear. His ragged breath, against your nape, elicited goosebumps all over your body. You had never seen that fierce side of Hoseok but you were totally in for it.

You had been there, just sitting, so lost in each other's presence that the storm caught you at the parallel of Jungkook's neighborhood. At his house, both men inside rushed through the open garage to help you in and close it immediately. The leathers and helmets had done nothing to prevent you from getting soaked and you two only took off your shoes and socks before you were suggested to use the bathrooms to shower and get warm before catching a cold. 

You didn't hesitate, you ran upstairs. Only that Hobi did too and pulled you with him inside the bathroom when you hesitated. Giggles could be heard downstairs before he closed the door behind himself, lips pressed against yours way softer than how he'd pushed you against it. His taste intoxicated you, making you want to deepen the kiss but he only pulled away panting to take off his clothes, eyes on you with a mix of emotions bubbling through the surface but the way it pierced under your belly, talked about desire and you mimicked his nakedness just as fast. 

But as rapidly as he had been with all his clothes, he took his damn time before freeing his shaft, making sure you had the full sight of it. You gasped involuntarily before you tried to remove your underwear. He tsked a no-no and approached pressing his hard-on over your tummy, twitching at the contact. You squirmed, internally screaming, hands trying to find support at his nape for your unstable knees. He put his hand at the low of your back pulling your body closer to his, almost printing his shape on your skin, making sure to breathe on your throat as he unclasped your bra. Your skin crawled underneath, breath failing on your throat, making you moan in need; in a way you had never expressed before. Then his hands traveled down your back and he put both his hands underneath the fabric of your panties, on your peaches, squishing, parting them, with a small growl at the back of his throat. 

He then slid the soft clothing to your sides and pushed it down your thighs to the floor. Kissing the flesh on his way, grabbing your ass again, and nibbling your hip bone at the right making you mewl and let your head fall backward. He then stood, taking possession of your mouth while embracing you tightly and leading you towards the shower with his body. There he kept with the sweet kisses. The contrast in his doings, driving you insane. 

A sudden change of intensity in it, making your walls clench and for you to lose your pace. He chuckled against your lips absorbing your erratic breath. 

"I know exactly what you need, baby," he pronounced against your lips. "Unfortunately, we've left the condoms on your bike," he said with a smirk. Completely separating from you and getting under the water, hands cleaning his torso. Member still hard.

"You better finish what you started, Hobi, I swear to God…" you demanded, frustrated and needy. His right hand landed on your throat as he pined you softly towards the tiles. 

"It's your pussy, baby. If you want it in" he then pulled up one of your thighs at his waist and, squatting a little, aligned with your slick and pushed into his half, silencing your cry with his mouth. Then spoke against it. "You'll get it in." he licked your lower lip and introduced his tongue into your mouth, drawing your palate before pulling out. "But when you want me in…" he whispered in your ear before his hand moved from your throat to your mouth and he pulled out your wet depths to push himself fully in. He growled, chest vibrating against yours. "Fuck… I love how you feel around me…" he grunted against your throat, trying to keep himself in line. You understood, your walls were truly tight against him. His sudden intrusion giving no time to adjust although your wetness, provoking a slight sting as he moved. "But when I'm with you like this. You'll call me daddy and you don't… demand. Understood?" He had clearly made his point firm and you only nodded. "Good girl…" he whispered and bit your earlobe. "Do you want me to keep going, baby?"

"Yess…" you breathed out. "Yes, daddy." you corrected yourself, completely drawn in his hypnotic eyes as he moved to look at you after getting the first weak answer.

"Great…" he whispered, getting close to your lips, making you close your eyes instinctively. "Because I've been crazy for you for years and trust me that, he'd be hurt if you decided to separate them…" he spoke, referring to the parts of your bodies that were connected, making you open your eyes and giggle. He smiled sweetly at you in contrast, getting out of character. 

"Are you trying to brush off that you just confessed?" you asked him with a smile, pulling him for a slow longing kiss. The sort of sigh mixed with his breathing he let out, gave in to how much he had really wanted to be like this with you. How he loved you and longed for you. When you separated something seemed to change in his eyes, love to lust in one second. He pulled your wrist towards the tiles behind at the sides of your head, slowly and gently at first.

"I thought I told you to call me daddy." He then pulled out, almost to the tip and pushed back in, deep; owning it. The low cry escaping you as he did, made him twitch. You knew he was too turned on.

"Have you been practicing all this duality thing, daddy?" you asked, daring, once you caught your breath. That earned you another pounding, softer this time and you started to acknowledge his shape with your lower body. It felt good. He felt good. His body against yours, the abs against your tummy, his hips. How he filled you. "Trying to please me… daddy?" you dared again. He didn't move but stared at your eyes, swallowing you in his.

"Thing is, Army, that I know how to please you… We are best friends…" he moved to whisper in your ear. "I know what turns you on since you started to get turned on." Your skin prickled in goosebumps to his words. "See." he said, lowering a hand from your wrist tracing over the bothered skin before he grabbed it again and started to move inside of you. So molded, so well placed he seemed to just know how your body was made. His grunts against your neck made your breath impossible to catch. His whole energy, his whole existence, exuded something that was overwhelmingly fantastic. The orgasm, just by how long you had wanted to be underneath him, built quick and exploded just as such. Catching your breath in your throat in a high pitched moan that turned into cries as he started fucking you through it at a dangerous pace. Hips slamming against yours, sounding through the bathroom with your voices. 

When the second was about to hit you, he covered your mouth, holding your wrists above your head with only one hand. As it hit you, you felt him spill, and the kink you had over that, only intensified the orgasm, making you cry even louder. His grunts, everything, made your brain go insane. 

After getting out of the shower, he offered to give you a massage and was very concerned about whether you were comfortable walking or if he had hurt you in any way.

"I got a bit carried away, love." he confessed, hugging you. "I should have been more romantic in our first time…"

"So you plan on repeating then?" you replied, cheekily, catching him by surprise. He seemed taken back.

"Won't you?" his previous smile had faded into a cloudy expresion.

"Hobi." you snapped him out of it.

"Hm?" he tried to smile.

"I love you too." you told him, grabbing his face to kiss him gently. The hug that proceeded was full of hope.

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RUTHLESS: OWNED

💕Pairing: Hoseok x Reader 

📝Summary: Second part of Ruthless 

✏️Genre/au: Non-Canon, Romance, Action, Smut, Bikerlife

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 2833

⚠️chapter warnings: explicit smut, dominant attitude , semi-public sex (while people are sleeping in the same room)

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“Stabilize!” he told you before standing on the back seat as you rode through the straight road, passing in between Taehyung and Jungkook’s bikes to show off. Even with the handkerchief covering their mouths, you could still tell by their eyes that they were laughing and the whole thing felt like going back in time, when your games didn’t involve deadly vehicles of two wheels but Hobi would make Jungkook show his bunny smile.

As Hoseok sat down sometime before the curve and you reduced your speed to retake the customary formation, you thought about how lucky you were that Hobi understood your need to be on top of your precious bike and how his masculinity didn’t feel threatened by the fact you were the one to ride and him the one to sit at the back. You could remember as if it was yesterday how that had played a part in the two of you being together; how Taehyung and Jungkook denied their back seats to Hobi by saying that was a place only for chicks, forcing him to ride with you. You still wonder what would have happened if they hadn’t just decided to intervene and play cupid for the both of you. What other scenario could have led you to where you were? Simply impossible to know but you just knew the road would have been rode to the same destiny. 

Stopping at the motel you dropped your side bags in the shared bedroom, going cheap with one for the four of you, to make the money last as much as possible before reaching Sonyeondan’s Motorcycle Club’s quarters. However, it wasn’t something that bothered you that much, since your level of comfort around the boys at that point was past last hot summer, where the four of you had ended up lying down on the floor of Jungkook’s living room with the fans on and only very tight and sweaty underwear covering your bodies. That week was infernal; a heat wave at the same time the air-conditioner broke, was some sort of punishment for all your sins, you were sure. You even ended up grumbling to the ceiling to any overlord or divinity listening that you would marry Hobi, that you wouldn’t keep on falling into his arms in sin. The way his cheeks turned pinkish as he smiled and the endearment in his eyes, told you that would make him more happy than any god. 

Besides, Jungkook had grown with you and at that point, it was more than clear that any love he could feel was purely platonic and Taehyung simply had his own rule about not fucking or falling for anyone with a bike. Which made you wonder how he might be feeling about seeing Jimin again and although tempted to ask, you knew better than to push a biker's buttons when it came to the heart. However, you were thrilled about seeing Namjoon and his Forty-eight again, since the last time you visited he’d been out of town for family issues and you hadn’t been able to speak to him directly. Also, slightly nervous about him finally meeting Hobi, especially at such an event, where buzz could make a man’s tongue a bit loose.

The Motorcycle Week was something you hadn’t missed ever since you first got on top of a bike and something you were expectant for, once you got your licence. But now more than ever, all you wanted was for your boyfriend to finally see what it was all about. Because, even though you’d been friends since childhood, Hobi was always out on summer vacation with his family in July and although your families sometimes shared a week or two in that month due to your mum’s being best friends; he’d never come with you when you left for the event. 

You had always gone with your uncle to see the races and different spectacles that happened during the day. When the sun would fall, you’d stay with Namjoon and his mom, at their house. Half the week into the event, your uncle would go all the way north to pick up Jungkook, whose parents were reluctant to leave their son there for a whole week but ended up agreeing with your mom to let him stay there from Thursday morning to Sunday afternoon. On Sunday at 3 p.m. like a clock, Namjoon’s dad would ride with Jungkook at his back and you’d do the same with your uncle right behind them. 

Then as you grew older, with what you thought was a one-sided crush and Hobi never asking to go, you simply kept on following your own tradition. With the first licence, you had your own bike paid in a two-year plan after you got your job and Jungkook took just about the same time when he got his, since he wouldn’t even buy a pillow for his bed. Those Iron’s 883 had been your rides ever since, although at this point they looked nothing like they did at the beginning.   

Two years ago, however, the tradition changed. Namjoon went from prospect to vice president at his father's founded club, Sonyeondan, and you were then his guests at the club. Jungkook, who’d always admired Namjoon and had him as the inspiration to enter the motorcycle life, started then being around the club as a possible prospect and you knew the next day once you arrived, Namjoon would put the leader jacket at his back.

The club was involved with the community and all actions made towards it were for the benefit of the common good, which meant no one involved with the club could have a criminal record or be related to immoral or illegal activities. They were the opposite of the one-percenters, although all of you, all bikers, would be known to follow the same honour code; family first, no-nonsense (respect without taking bullshit), honour the bike, never give up, no rider left behind, stay true to yourself, stick to your guns (which doing a parenthesis to, had nothing to do with such but to principals and words), all gear all time (properly dressed for the road) and ride with pride. Those were things to which Jungkook stuck without exceptions, as any biker should, and adding to his own abilities, you were sure he would be a fully patched member in no time. 

“Four portions of Dwaeji galbi and jokbal, please,” asked Taehyung for everyone at the table as you messaged your location to Namjoon with a winky face and just right after took a selfie of the four of you showing the victory finger pose, only Taehyung making it look way cooler. 

“So, are you ready for this next step in your life?” you asked Jungkook picking some kimchi to eat with the galbi while Taehyung tried to make Hobi understand why he didn’t stick to his first bike he bought like you and Jungkook had; why he had chosen or been chosen by his Road King.

“It’s not like I know what’s going to happen,” he replied, moving the food on his plate unsettled.

“Oh, c’mon! Stop that nonsense. You know they want you there. You are a one in a million, dude.” you encouraged him, making him raise his eyes to you, with a single chuckle from being flattered. “No, really. Other clubs have wanted you to join them. Asked you to do so. That’s fucking rare!”

“What are you guys talking about?” wondered Hobi, curious about your last statement. 

“Jungkook was asked by two non-related clubs to join them in the last event and that has no precedent, even for old dudes like my uncle. He wasn’t surprised when I told him though,” you explained. Jungkook tsked and shook his head, brushing it off.

“If you had a dick, you’d probably be in the same situation,” said Taehyung, looking at you as if he was trying to pierce your soul but you snarled in response. “For real. Jimin said he’d die to have you both in his lines and how much it sucked that he wasn’t  a higher rank to manifest for a mixed club.” You didn’t know what surprised you more, Jimin’s words or Taehyung mentioning him. You wondered if they could have reconciled despite the circumstances or if Taehyung was simply over it. 

“Wow, that sounds so cool,” said Hobi with bulging eyes. “What about Namjoon, he seems like a cool guy. Would he ask you in?” he then wondered, to only get Jungkook and Taehyung to look away and stay silent.

“That couldn’t happen bebe.” you said, kissing his cheek and attacking your meat again while his lips drew an ‘o’.

The rest of the dinner was pleasant and in no time you were all back to the room. Taehyung using Jungkook as a teddy bear, hugging him with his body while he was still awake. Looking at you, as you were next to each other on opposite beds he smiled. 

“I’m actually nervous,” Jungkook pronounced when he was sure Hobi was also asleep.

“Don’t be, Namjoon is there. He’ll guide you,” you whispered back with a smile and then it seemed like Jungkook was going to say something but stayed quiet before saying goodnight and shifting to his back. 

Staying awake once he started to snore, you knew you weren’t going to be able to sleep, so you turned in Hobi’s arms to try and find comfort against the warmth of his body. Rubbing your bump against his crotch by mistake, you found yourself getting trapped in his arms as he drifted awake with a grunt against your nape. You felt him getting hard as his breath changed and you made more effort to turn around. 

“Stop, you little brat,” he whispered in your ear. “You are going to keep quiet for daddy, aren’t you?” he then added with a smile and you nodded. His hands wasted no time invading your body over the loose-fitting black tee and his stolen grey sweatpants, finding their way inside. One hand stimulated your nipples drifting from side to side to his wish while his middle finger and index pressed your exterior lips over your clit, stimulating indirectly. Your breath faltered but you obeyed and stayed quiet. Slave to his ministrations, already craving the hard member pressing against your rear. His lips pressed against your jawline, breathing along with your desire. 

His fingers kept on playing mercilessly without ever touching your sensitive parts directly or doing single drags that did nothing to placate your lust but to increase it. You finally gave in to rub your butt-cheeks against his throbbing shaft, provoking him to grunt, caught off guard. The hand occupied with your nipples sneaked up through the neck of the t-shirt to your jaw, turning your face around. His tongue darted out of his mouth pressing between your soft lips, making its way in as you submitted, exploring your cavity as he pulled down your pants and did the same with his, only to rub his velvety and warm length against your wet fold. Making sure your knees stayed at the front, so he didn’t get caged between your thighs, he kept on rubbing closely until you bucked your hips to try to get the tip inside at the same time he moved forward. Earning you for him to move his hips away, making yours search for him desperately. 

“Behave…” he warned in a low tone, grabbing your lower lip in between his front teeth. “Or I’ll just shift to sleep.” Your breath faltered to the the way he owned you and stayed still until he hummed. His girth landed right in front of your core again and you gripped on his wrist when he lowered his hand to your pelvic bone, letting your lower lip go but sucking on it making you shiver. 

“Please…” you begged, desperately, him pressing against his body with your back while your eyes stayed at the front although you weren’t looking and he suddenly pressed his cheek against yours, softly before abandoning his mission and taking his hand down his side. 

His tip pressed past your folds, to get gripped by your walls closing to the sudden but expected intrusion. But he knew you already. Pulling out slightly he went in and out piece by piece until he reached your end, deep in your core, filling you to the brim and letting out a low grunt as he did so.

“What does it feel like?” you suddenly asked, completely high and drowsy in the sensation of completeness, since he seemed to be on the same level. You could feel him breathing on your neck and hugging you lovingly although the lust, as if being inside of you was making him happy, like it did you. You also thought, although unlikely for his stamina, he could simply be holding himself while trying not to cum since he had been doing such sneaky foreplay and your friends were still sleeping less than four feet away. 

“What does what feel like?” he muttered against your skin, kissing it before slowly shifting a little bit to get to a more comfortable position, with his arm still trapped under your body. 

“To be inside?” you whispered, suddenly feeling stupid for asking when he chuckled.  

“It’s like…” he let out air. “You mould so well to me… I can feel the softness… the wetness… the warmth.” he suddenly got a bit shy and giggled at your nape, as you blushed. “It feels incredible. Like… I wouldn’t move right now, that’s how good… not even needing to cum. Just to be inside of you is… incredible. Addictive. Does that answer your question?” he finally concluded, kissing your shoulder.

“Ye-yeah-” you replied, tilting your head and reaching to slide your fingers on his temples. 

“I would like to ask the same but I think we both agree on the incredible part,” he said chuckling against your chin before kissing it. 

“Oh you cocky bastard..” you whispered with a giggle.

“Tell me it isn’t true. That I don’t make you shiver by just being inside of you, that your walls aren’t tight around me to feel me better, that I don’t make you roll your eyes even before you reach an orgasm…Go ahead.” he dared you, lowering his tone an octave, which was absolutely not something he’d do and you tried to turn all your upper body to stare at him directly. 

Predatory eyes on you and panting, he seemed to really be waiting for that answer with the completely serious face but shaft still hard inside of you. “Even more than that… I can feel every detail and it’s like being completed. As if that part of your body was meant to stay in mine…” you confessed and he suddenly pulled out, putting you on your back completely and entering you slowly but consistently until reaching bottom again. This time you were able to notice how impossibly hard he was and the sweat forming on his temples, as he moved slowly while kissing and hugging you. How it implied on to how much he wanted to rail you and set himself loose until he spilt. “We have all night to make love. Kill that wish first,” you said yanking slightly at the hairline to get him to part from the kiss and whisper it on his lips.

“I can’t do that,” he said pointing out to your two friends. 

“I can face the pillows,” you said looking him straight in the eye. He lost his breath while his eyes focused on you and then he leaned to give you a kiss that left you breathless in seconds as he moved inside of you before he pulled out and turned you around.

“...Did you guys have sex last night?” wondered Taehyung, as soon as he drifted from sleep while you and Hobi snuggled in bed to the view of the sunrise. Jungkook laughed at his side. You could only chuckle while Hobi smiled, both of you giving your back to the other bed. “I know you guys are awake…”

“The soap and water smell coming from the bathroom has done a lot but I could catch on that smell anywhere I go.” pointed out Jungkook not even opening his eyes, still with Taehyung holding him for dear life.

“I think I heard them at some point… ‘What does it feel like?’” he said, copying your voice to an attentive listening Jungkook. 

“TAEHYUNG!” you and Hobi shouted as you sat down at the same time, looking at the other two men. Both smiled naughtily with Jungkook looking side-eyed before all of you cracked up laughing. Filling up the room with the sound until the couple in the next room banged the wall and you all shut up at the same time laughing in silence because of it.

“I hope Hoba didn’t leave cum-stains in the shee-” tried to say Jungkook and you threw a pillow at him. 

“Jungkook!” you scolded him before cracking a smile and letting your back fall again to the bed. This would definitely be shamelessly brought up again. You just hoped Namjoon didn’t get to hear it.

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RUTHLESS: SWAY

💕Pairing: Hoseok x Reader 

📝Summary: Second part of Ruthless 

✏️Genre/au: Non-Canon, Romance, Action, Smut, Bikerlife

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 3998

⚠️chapter warnings: explicit smut, dominant attitude , semi-public sex (while people are sleeping in the same room)

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As your three motorcycles enter the town, it is obvious that it's been brought to life by the biker event. People in leather jackets walk the streets jovially engaged in conversation and different types of bikes fill the parking of every hotel, bar, or restaurant. The rather small village, normally rather quiet, is now louder than it has ever been.

It is a vision that gives you a tingle. The older you get the more you grow into how these conventions go rogue at night and how the excesses make people more real, more true to themselves. You expect to show that to your beloved Hoseok. Lure him into the lust for freedom that your kinfolk feel. Although something in the way he fucks tells you that is innately his. Maybe he’ll be just as fascinated as you were the first time you came here. 

It's on those nights where, in the past, you and Namjoon would sit over the only building standing at the old factory terrain and drink beer as you watched the elders lose their shit over alcohol, plant-based “medicine”, and attractive people. 

The night was only meant to be for the adults, those who could drink and “legally” do all those things, but it was pretty easy to escape through Namjoon’s backyard to attend as his mom was sleeping or still at the party with Joon’s dad. You only had to get down his room’s window, hold onto the ledge and place your feet on the lower window before jumping, then follow the first line of trees from the forest right down a path next to the house and access the dirt road to the farms. Lastly, take the lead to reach the end of the town, where the lot was.

It was in one of those escapes that you met Yoongi, who had turned twenty-one just four months prior but was looking for a place to watch the scene just like you two did and caught you red-handed. 

He looked so good in his seventies style, with those dark cat eyes that seemed to look into your soul and those long black locks falling over his temples, caressing that majestic jawline. Had you not been sitting, you could have dropped to your knees with the instant infatuation you felt.

In a matter of two days and two long nights, you had spent more time talking than sleeping or taking care of your own needs. By the third, Friday night, when Jungkook arrived, and Namjoon had the pleasure of his company -when leaving his side wasn’t leaving him alone or ditching him- you and Yoongi took the road back into town. In Yoongi's hotel room, a discreet double-bed little room with wooden walls and flowered curtains, he showed you what it was to lay with a man. 

You laid under him the next morning, and after a nice breakfast in his room, you left him with a gentle kiss at his door while he was still only wearing his leather trousers. 

He was a perfect gentleman. The perfect one-night stand. 

None of you exchanged numbers, and whether that had ever been an issue or not, you never saw him again. You only spoke about him around that time and you only remembered him when people spoke about their first time. With that, he became a good memory. Yoongi the Nomad. 

Hoseok is well aware of that. He has been for years and he has brought it up recently, right by the time you started to talk about the journey. 

“What would happen if this time Yoongi is there?” he wondered

“He could have been before, but I never saw him or, at least, didn't see him in the crowd,” was the only thing that made sense to you. 

“It is impossible for you to just miss him,” Hoseok concludes, “especially since old habits die hard, and you and the guys are still looking for higher places to oversee more area and watch people exist,” he added with a little endearing chuckle.

You concluded that it didn’t matter. It was just a one-night stand, and it had never been a thing to begin with. Likely, he would not even remember you. 

It’s the view of the hotel that has brought all these thoughts back, but when your eyes meet the antiquity shop, everything dissipates. The first time you stepped into the main street that branches and leads to a single cul-de-sac neighbourhood, what caught your attention was this shop. The view of flowered windows and clean facades, pretty well-taken care trees and bushes adorning the pathways, was stunning and brought a sense of community that not every town has, wasn’t the best of it for you. That shop, with its little mysteries and history, was a reason you once wanted to move in. 

A charming sensation that you shared with Taehyung now. 

You both had stopped almost synchronised, and Jungkook had to move his bike backwards to reach you again. Hoseok looked at it from behind you and with an audible smile commented, “The magic shop!” Causing you to chuckle with sincere amity that was at the same time shared with the other two. 

“We should come check it out tomorrow morning,” said Taehyung over the noise with a little shout. You agreed.

The way the leaves create shadows on your way in this spectacularly sunny day makes you want to lift your hands to your sides and close your eyes. Since you are the one riding, you allow the thought to escape your mind. Hoseok’s hands around your waist keep you grounded and hot on your seat. 

This many people are the only thing that disturbs the town’s peace. But as opposed to what normally happens to the otherwise calm towns, people love to have this many guests here. It's like people in town are the most welcoming hosts to a bunch of brute-looking rascals. You’re feeling included in that description.

Maybe it's because, when the event happens every two or three years, people are responsible enough and do the bare minimum to not leave a mess behind them when they leave. Maybe it’s because some of you are charmers. Or maybe it’s just because you remind old people of their youth, and when respectful youngsters sit to listen, they can reminisce about those times.

It could be easily the latter since by the time you are near Namjoon’s parent’s house, you see a bunch of elders sitting in the town hall garden watching the lengthy and straight street. 

You park the bikes in front of the white fence house with new apricot paint covering its outside walls, and old memories come dancing to you like little nymphs, giving you a new smile as you dismount.

 A family barbecue is being set up in the yard already. The two-story home looks just like it always has: neat, with well-attended flowers on the windows and entranceway, like most of the town, and you can see the flower bushes over in the backyard white panels. Everything that is wood is white, giving it that dreamhouse aesthetic that the European colonists brought two centuries ago. That detail gives you the ick, but it certainly fits the American dream the world has been infested with through Hollywood.

The garage door is open, with a Chevy Impala sitting in the right spot while a Nomad Triumph Bonneville T100 bike and a camo Yamaha Dragstar 650 rest at its left. Namjoon’s and his dad’s. In the driveway, there are two more bikes, your uncle’s Neev Nakshatra 650 Bobber and Jimin’s Bavarian Fistfighter Custom BMW R nineT. If it wasn’t for you being related or long-time friends with the owners of those bikes, you are sure those bikes would be lust-busters. 

They surely seem to give Jungkook a mental boner. His eyes are glued to that direction, and he forgets for a second that he is meant to park his bike. 

Namjoon is the first one to come from the inside of the fence to receive you, apparently hands on deck with the barbecue because he has a brownish apron that covers him chest to knees and still grips a pair of tongs dripping sauce from them. He looks at them when he realises that all of you are staring at the item in question. 

“Oh…” he says, looking at it with surprise and then showing that perfect smile of his. “How was the journey?” he asks kindly.

“Well, it was entertaining,” says Jungkook, looking at you and then at Hoseok, raising his brows when he turns back to look at the host and stands from his leaning position on his bike. Taehyung is the first to dismount, although normally, Jungkook is the most effective to unpack and goes to check Jimin’s bike without a second thought. In fact, his eyes are still on the shiny chrome of the engine as Jungkook updates the soon-to-be President on what things you enjoyed during the trip.

You were apprehensive about him spilling the beans about what happened in the hotel on your way, but you know Jungkook may like messing around with you but wouldn’t put you in that position. As Namjoon gets closer, however, Taehyung loses interest in the bike, approaching him too and hugs him. From your angle the tong-man seems to say something in his ear, but you can’t hear a thing.  Then Namjoon hugs Jungkook and tells him to beef up, letting him know his mom will, most likely, not leave him alone when it comes to food.

Sometimes you ask if Jungkook’s love for Namjoon is truly that platonic since his eyes shine differently when he looks at him. 

When Hoseok is introduced to Namjoon, the latter’s jaw tenses for a second.

“I’m so happy you guys can finally meet in person,” you say cheerfully. Namjoon nods with a courteous smile but stares at him a second too long before he looks at you and gives you a warm hug. 

“If he doesn’t treat you well enough, let me know, I’ll—” he says, clearly worried. 

“Easy, big bear. He’s a good guy,” you mutter before breaking the hug, taking a small squeeze of his well-built forearm. When you return to your boyfriend’s side, his poker face makes you think that something about the interaction was not his cup of tea.

When Namjoon moves to grab a couple of bags that were meant to be taken inside and then moves to go back to the garden with your group, only Taehyung and Jungkook follow. Hoseok retains you with his hand on your waist. 

“What’s up, Hobi?” you ask him as you clearly notice his intentions. 

“I would like to know what that was about,” he comments, looking at them as they walk inside the fence. They look back for a second, but Taehyung says something for them to keep walking. “That looked like something a bit different from all these years of things you have told me about him.” 

“Oh…Yeah, that. Well, as I told you, Namjoon treats me like a little sister.” you respond, shaking your head. “He takes the role a bit too seriously… Now that you and I are together though, he’ll be on your ankles like a Collie. He is like, ‘Me protect baby’,” you scrunch your nose. 

“Yeah, he really seems to be that kind,” adds Hoseok, backing off from his confusion and showing what looks like a bit of discomfort hidden in a smile. 

“Such a shame you never met before because you have a lot in common,” you explain to him and he frowns. “I meant you both are outspoken people, you are easy to talk to, smart, meticulous, calm on the outside and kind of mysterious but also have very child-like moments. Although you can’t tell the latter from him just now.” He acts as if he’s offended with the last comment.

“Child-like?” he puts his arms around you, bouncing you from side to side. “You think?”

“Yeah, you can be really cheerful and playful when you feel comfortable,” you say, putting your arms around his neck. 

“Hmm,” Hoseok seems to weigh the situation for a second, and you wait to see what else he has to say. “So you have talked about me with him,” he says, placing a triumphant smile on his face. “Was my baby gushing over me with her best friend?” he teases, and you slap his chest. 

“I don’t gush, you moron,” you say, scrunching your face, faking disgust exaggeratedly. 

“I couldn’t disagree more,” he says, kissing you as he stands quickly and starts to run to the backyard before you process it. 

“Hey!”

Namjoon’s parents' backyard soon fills with a dozen more people, members of the MC, and they all greet you effusively upon arrival. One of the large and imposing men, Ravas, puts you on his shoulder and says he's taking you home with him, before the ex-president-turned-sergeant-on-arms warns him against it for his health. 

Hoseok seems surprised and Namjoon looks embarrassed about it but you are a good sport since you’ve known him and most of the tribe since you were very little. Your response is to try and wrestle him, like you did back in the day. 

In some sense, you know they do it to test your new boyfriend, see if he's ‘good enough’ for their ‘little princess’. You can't really complain since they do that with the other women related to the members too and has resulted in being one of the many good ways to judge a character. 

To no one's surprise, you manoeuvre with your legs to use the weight of your body, bouncing from one side to the other while grabbing him by the neck and jumping away from him when he moves his hands to try to hold his balance. There is applause and you smirk when the guy looks up and pushes his hair back.

After that little play, the beers and food flow through the garden animatedly. 

Namjoon keeps sending glances towards you and Hoseok when he hugs you from behind as you listen to Joon’s dad pass from the talk about the surgery that will make him stand down from his position as president and move to the moment when Jungkook first got on a bike.

Namjoon’s dad had left for work, and he and Jungkook were at home alone since his mom had an earlier schedule. Namjoon had just gotten his bike licence and he was showing Jungkook his bike when they had the brilliant idea for him to teach the youngster. 

Without too much thought, Namjoon took Jungkook for a ride on the back going to the furthest lonely road in the mountains nearby, almost half an hour from home. There, he swapped places with Jungkook and told him to start it. 

Namjoon wasn’t stupid or reckless—Jungkook had already been on smaller bikes and been able to balance, but a bigger bike is always a bit more difficult to manage due to the weight and dimension. 

Jungkook was too excited to test ride it because Namjoon’s Forty-eight Harley Davidson was awesome and he got too carried away with the speed, although the eldest shouted at him to slow down as he wound along the road. 

Fortunately, the moment when Jungkook fell from the bike was when he was reducing the speed to stop next to Namjoon, so the only injuries he received were a forearm burn and some gravel pokes on the face. For the pride of his family man, a scar stayed under his left eye. Like a war medallion. 

Jungkook can’t avoid scratching the almost imperceivable white skin that has prevailed from that day’s memories as Namjoon pats his shoulder proudly. He has come a long way since that day and will soon join the rest of the men who are now under Namjoon’s command. The place where he has wanted to be since he was old enough to be on top of a two-wheel fury. 

A little sense of jealousy overcomes you as you see him being surrounded by the men. You will not be given the chance. Just because of what you have hanging from your chest and what doesn’t hang from between your legs. Not because of your lack of capacity but because of your lack of male genitalia. 

“Wanna go for a walk?” suggests Hoseok. You notice he hasn’t even looked your way, but he seemingly just sensed your contradiction. 

“I think that would be great.”

You two take off through the neighbourhood's private path to the woods without interrupting the scene, although from the corner of your eye, you see how Namjoon looks your way.

The path is lined by flowers and the shadows of tall trees that beautifully lead the way into the wilderness. If one could call it that. 

It is well taken care of. The ground is clear of dead plants or any other visually uncomfortable objects. There are mouldy old trees fallen here and there but they only add charm to what looks like a little piece of heaven. 

Hoseok holds your hand, fingers entangled, as you walk in complete silence. His mere presence and his light touch bring some sort of peace to the troublesome sense of not belonging that you have felt just some minutes before. 

“I don’t think I’ll ever understand. Because I’m not you. Because that part of your life has never really called to me like it does to you. But if you want to talk about it, I’ll listen,” he offers with a gentle tug on your hand, making you stop to attract you to his body in a hug. 

“I couldn’t choose to be born a woman,” you say. “I don’t regret what I am but stupidly it’s like they don’t consider us as people when it comes to being part of a club. Like there’s some sort of legal gap in which everything I am and can do holds no weight to belong in their circle. Like I’m just some side thing,” you say, raging and feeling your tears almost fall. “It’s like they can see my talent only for the entertainment it brings, not a quality to consider. It’s frustrating,” you mutter, pressing your head against his shoulder. 

“I think you are amazing,” he says against your temple. “So I think I understand your frustration when it comes to this,” he adds, kissing it. “You deserve better.”

After holding the hug for a bit in which you feel valued and loved, you keep on walking, going up the mountain and taking the left turn to go a bit down in the direction of the lake where you fished with the families just a summer ago. At this very moment, you feel bitter at the memory, because if they truly valued you as one more of theirs, they should be able to keep in mind your feelings and bend the rules like others have done in recent years. 

As you sit down next to a thick logged tree, you feel like you need to blow off some steam. You sit and straddle a slightly surprised Hoseok. 

He easily gets the hint as your lips find each other and your tongue twirls with his and you suck the end of it. It is simply amazing how easily he gets in tune with you. His face between your hands keeps you grounded as he presses your core against his bulge, holding you by the hips. 

His lips are soon on your throat and quickly your back finds the floor as you kiss his forehead. His lips meet your cleavage followed by a grunt that turns into a growl, causing your skin to prickle in goosebumps.

“Stupid bastards,” he mutters against your raised skin. “I would kill for this pussy and these titties,” he adds, squeezing your breasts as he takes a mouthful of the right one. You moan for a second but then start laughing and so does he. 

“Thank you, my love,” you mutter. Putting your fingers on his overgrown hair that smells so much like him. “I could not imagine my days without your dick either,” you respond, pressing your lips together before a lighthearted laugh escapes the both of you. 

“That has an easy solution,” he adds. 

“Does it?” you question with an eyebrow raised as he looks at you from above.

“I could put it in and not take it out,” he replies, convincingly, raising on his ankles and putting his hips against your ass, grabbing you by the waist as he makes grunting noises and mimics being inside of you by grinding effusively. 

“So obscene,” you feign surprise. 

“Oh? Is it?” he says. He grabs the edge of your trousers and pushes the centre button open. “I can prove to you just how obscene I can make us,” he leans forward and takes your bottom lip between his, sucking it with a low growl. 

“Please,” you beg, insane for his ministrations. Any sense of decorum is thrown into the lake. 

You look around as he does and the place is deserted at the moment. With the log covering you from the main path, it doesn't seem like such a bad idea. 

Hoseok manoeuvres you on your hands and knees so that your clothes are easy to work around while allowing him to control your body. He pulls your ass up and pushes your trousers and panties down just enough for the warm air to hit your pussy and then his mouth takes it over. You use his shirt under your arms to bite as he devours you like a man starved. 

“I love it, fuck! I love it!” he mutters against it as his tongue works you like the chords of a guitar, like a master player. You moan, just loud enough to not be caught if someone were to pass by. “So fucking good…” he growls.

When he believes you’ve been undone enough by his mouth and tongue, he rises to his knees. You hear the rattle of his belt as your head rests on the piece of clothing under you. 

He pushes inside slowly at first but is so eager that he takes a quick pace almost immediately. “Goddamnit,” you mewl, biting the clothing again before you hear him giggle. 

Having dozed off almost right after putting your clothes back in place, under the nice breeze that created waves over the smooth surface of the lake, you wake up when the air has refreshed and sends a chill down both your spines. The sun is already on its descent, and you suddenly realise it’s been hours since you left the house. 

As you descend the path, held by the hand again, you notice the music is still playing from the house but that the sound of chatter is much more subtle than when you left.

“Where were you guys?” Jungkook asks as you open the backyard door that you previously used to access the path. There you can see people are still gathered but some have already left. 

“Maybe they couldn’t keep their hands off each other,” says a very drunk Taehyung, who is sitting with an arm holding the weight of his face as he seems about to doze off. 

“Nah,” says Namjoon, also drunk and slurring his words so they sound drawn out, “not our Army. She wouldn’t just be so public about it,” he adds excitedly like it’s funny. 

“If we did,” you say looking at him in the eye, “it’s none of ya’ll’s business.” 

With that, you take Hoseok by the arm and head inside where Namjoon’s parents are starting to make some side dishes to accompany the meat leftovers from lunchtime. When you look back, hearing the laughter from your friends, you are surprised to see Namjoon taking a sip of his beer, his eyes digging holes at Hoseok’s back.

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