Hobi Smut - Tumblr Posts

floored | jhs, jjk, pjm

synopsis: in the midst of your reunion with your boyfriend after not seeing each other for some time, you’re interrupted by two sets of eyes. not wanting to waste the opportunity, hoseok proposes a foursome and hey, “the more, the merrier”, right?

pairing: hoseok x f!reader | jungkook x f!reader | jimin x f!reader

wc: 5.2k

genre/rating/au: 18+ | est. rel. & idol au | smut

warnings: pwp • foursome • oral (m. & f. receiving) • unprotected sex • multiple orgasms • semi-public sex • fingering • light spanking • creampie • dirty talk • name calling (pet) • slight edging • a brief appearance of moon’s mirror kink

author’s note: part of the bccsg event where i re-did an old work.

credit

m.list | ao3 | wattpad

The clock chimes five times when you look up from your assignment. Bleary-eyed, you have no idea how late it has gotten, the office deserted save for the few janitors starting their jobs. You yawn and stretch, finally feeling the soreness of your back after spending hours hunched over your computer.

Pulling a duffel bag from underneath your desk, you rummage through its contents, going through the mental checklist to make sure that you have all your things for your sleepover with your boyfriend.

The two of you often have opposite schedules and as Hoseok’s fame grows, the time you spend with him shrinks. After planning for months, you’ve finally found a time where your schedules matched up. A weekend full of lounging around in your pajamas while watching movies and eating your weight in junk food is just what the doctor ordered. You exit your office building with a bounce in your step, humming happily while thinking of Hoseok.

Czytaj dalej

How They’d Touch You. || NSFW. || BTS.

Namjoon: He'd kneel between your legs, watching you intently as you squirm on his fingers. His other hand would grip your thigh and keep you open so he could watch his fingers disappear in and out of you, groaning at the sight of your arousal that's clinging to his fingers. "You're such a good girl." He'd groan, his cock hard in his pants, but he wouldn't even think about touching himself until you cum at least once all over his hand. He wouldn't let up. He'd watch you squirm, listen to every sound you made, cuss under his breath as your whines get higher, as your back arches off the bed. "Cum for me, darling." He'd whisper, "Cum all over my fingers for me like my good girl." You'd cry out his name and grab at the sheets as your orgasm hits, clenching around his fingers so tight that his mind would be reeling. He'd pull them out and suck them into his mouth before leaning up to kiss you softly, a promise of long night of pleasure that was far from over.

Jimin: He'd be so soft. He'd kiss the inside of your thighs as his fingers trace so close to where you want him. You'd beg for him and he'd smirk against your skin. "So needy." He'd tease, but he'd move his fingers and graze over your clit softly enjoying the way you gasp. "That what what you want, baby?" He'd ask. fingers light over your clit, so light you can barely feel it and yet it was enough to have your body eager for more. "Jimin, please." You'd beg, "Want your fingers." He'd hum softly before placing them hard against your clit causing you to grab at your sheets and moan his name. He'd have a grin on his face as he moves them lower, slowly pushing them inside you. He'd be slow at first just to tease you and to feel your legs shake around him and to listen to the sounds you make. Then he'd continue fucking his fingers in and out of you faster, kissing your thighs and sucking on the skin as your body shakes. He wouldn't let up. He'd continue fingering you until you cry out his name and your body arches off the bed, clenching around his fingers so tight as your orgasm hits and you squirt. He'd waste no time in replacing his fingers with his cock.

Hoseok: He’d have you sitting on his lap, legs spread out so you can ride his fingers. You’d be grabbing at his shoulders, moaning his name as he fucks you with his fingers, kissing on your chest and speaking dirty words against your skin. He’d mark you up to remind you both that you are his and his fingers would curl inside you causing your body to jerk. The sounds of his fingers fucking in and out of you would turn you both on more and you’d start riding his fingers desperately, begging him to fuck you. “Not yet, pretty girl. I want you to cum like this first, sweetheart. Want to watch you fall apart on my fingers.” You’d clench your fingers tight on his shoulders and moan, your mouth hanging open as the pleasure races through you. “Please, Hobi.” You whine, “I’m so close.” He’d cuss and start kissing your chest again, sucking on the marked up skin as he fucks his fingers right against your gspot over and over, loving the way your legs shake around him. “Cum for me, princess. Once you cum all over my fingers you can bounce on my cock.” The words would make you clench around his fingers. You’d throw your head back and moan his name as your orgasm hits you. Your body would jerk and you’d whimper and squirm in his lap causing his erection to press against your ass. “That’s my good girl.” He moans, “So fucking pretty. Now hold on, angel because I promised you my cock.”

Yoongi: "Such a good girl." He groans, licking his lips. You're on your hands and knees and he's kneeling behind you, hands groping your ass, "Love seeing you like this." You can hear him suck his fingers into his mouth and the sound makes you shiver. "I don't even need to suck my fingers because I know you're already so wet for me." He chuckles, "You get wet so easily." You can't even reply with a smart remark because he's right. You groan as you feel two fingers sliding inside of you, "Fuck, Yoongi." He moans as he watches you clench around his fingers as they disappear inside of you. His free hand digs into the soft flesh of your ass almost as if the sight was too much for him. He starts moving his fingers faster purposely fucking them into the spot that always has your toes curling. He listens to the sounds you make, watches as you push back on his fingers. The sight of your ass jiggling has his cock leaking. "Such a filthy girl." He groans, "Look so fucking sexy fucking yourself on my fingers." You whine and grab at the sheets. "Fuck me, Yoongi." You groan, "Please!" He'd just smirk and continue fucking you with his fingers knowing it won't take long for you to fall apart on them. "The moment that you cum I'm going to shove my cock in you, princess, but until then you're going to take what I give you." He sticks with his promise as soon as you cry out his name, his fingers removed from you and his thick cock taking their place.

Seokjin: You're on your knees, head back against his sh oulder as he presses his chest to your back. His fingers between your bodies as he pushes them inside of you. "Oh fuck." You groan, hands reaching back to grab at him. He chuckles beside your ear, "You like that, baby?" You can only whine and push back against his fingers. He loves reducing you to moans, loves to watch you struggle to speak whether he's fingering you, eating you out or fucking you. It's his greatest pleasure to know that he's the one making you feel good. He kisses on your shoulder, your neck and up to your ear, his breathing low and heavy. "Feels so good around my fingers, baby." He grunts, pressing them right against your gspot. Your body shakes and you want to fall against the bed but he won't let you. His free arm wrapped around your waist to keep you pressed against him. "You're so wet, baby." He continues, "Dripping down my fingers. You're going to take my cock so easily." You moan his name and grab at his wrist as you ride his fingers, meeting every thrust. "Jin." You moan, "I-" your words cut off. The pleasure is taking away your ability to speak which is enough for him to pick up the pace. His fingers fuck into you faster causing your legs to shake and your head to spin. "I'm going to cum." You manage to whimper. He groans and bites down on your shoulder, "Cum for me, princess. Cum for me and then I'll fuck you." The moment you cum you are pushed to your back and he crawls between your legs, his cock hard and leaking but you can't look at it long because it's inside you moments later, fucking you so good you can't think.

Taehyung: "You're so beautiful when you're falling apart for me, baby." He grins, his fingers moving rapidly in and out of you. You arch off the bed, grabbing at the sheets, Your legs are pushed apart by his broad body as he sits between them. Your hips are raised, ass pressed against his legs as he holds you up, and his erection is pressed against your ass. You can't stop moaning as his fingers move inside of you. His long, beautiful fingers. So beautiful it is almost sinful to have them doing all these nasty things he does to you, but absolutely worth the pleasure. "Taehyung." You moan, "Please." He groans and his free hand digs into your ass. "That's my girl. Sounding so pretty. Want to record you and use you on one of my songs." You gasp and clench around him at the words. He lets out a low growl, fucking his fingers in and out, curling them so he hits that spot that has you going cross-eyed. "I want you to cum for me, pretty. Cum all over my fingers and I'll let you cum on my cock like I know you want." You squirm on the bed as your orgasm races through your body. He wishes he could record this and take it with him but nothing could beat the real thing. You don't get a second to breathe before you're on your stomach and he's sliding into you from behind.

Jungkook: "That's my girl." He groans, "Fuck yourself on my fingers for me, baby." You grab at the sheets as you push back against his long fingers; fingers that always seem to know which buttons to push without thinking. You can feel them deep inside of you and it's driving you crazy. You know he's behind you naked and hard but you can't have his cock until you cum on his fingers, some days you have to cum on his tongue. Either way the man loved driving you crazy and you loved indulging in it. "Jungkook." You moan, "Oh god." He smacks your ass causing you to clench. He cusses as he watches your ass move as you push back, watches the way the flesh turns red with his hand print. He wants nothing more than to bury himself in it but that will have to wait. He wants to get his cock in you and he can't do that until you cum on his fingers. "Such a good girl." He speaks, voice low, "Only for me." You nod vigorously, "Only for you, baby." The words are enough for him to pick up the pace of his fingers causing your face to fall down into the pillow leaving your ass in the air. You don't have to look back to know he's grinning. "You're so close to getting my cock, angel. Cum for me and I'll give it to you." You whimper and clench around his fingers again as they slide back inside you. You moan his name and push back, legs shaking as your orgasm hits. He cusses under his breath and removes his fingers, placing the head of his cock against you before you can even speak a word.

Birthday Sex

I had someone message me and asked when there was going to be Hoseok smut! Here you go my darlings! Please enjoy!

God it was hot in this club.

You had come out with your friends Taehyung and Namjoon to your favorite club for your twenty first birthday.

It felt amazing to drink with your friends and dance with random strangers.

Would you have a killer headache the next day?

Absolutely.

Did you care?

Not one single bit.

A slower paced song came on, so you decided you wanted to go to the bar again and get another drink.

You sat down heavily on the stool and rested your elbows there waiting for the bartender to come over and ask for your order.

You felt someone sit down next to you.

Orange hair lit up in your eyes and it was attached to a very attractive male in leather pants and a loose white shirt that was open low enough that you could see his chest. You licked your lips and quickly turned your head away from the mysterious man before you completely flushed pink.

The bartender came over and gave you a small smile. Then you recognized him.

"Yoongi? Oh my god is that you!? I've missed you!"

The now black haired male smiled and reached across the bar to pat your wrist in a brotherly manner.

"It's good to see you Jagi. I've missed you as well."

Yoongi was your roommate for a while when you first moved to Seoul and you had nothing but fond memories of the man.

"I had no idea you worked here," you said, leaning in towards him, missing the familiarity of him.

"I like mixing drinks. And, I'm never awake during the day, so I might as well get a job that has hours during the night," he said, pouring a random drink into a glass and sending it down the bar to a women who looked like she needed to stop five drinks ago.

"Interesting. How long are you working tonight?"

Yoongi smirked at that and popped a bottle cap off a beer and set it in front of the gentleman to your side.

"Why? Trying to pick me up?"

You flushed and shook your head vigorously. "No, just trying to make conversation," you said, almost dying from embarrassment.

"Shame, I was looking for an excuse to get out of here," Yoongi muttered, setting a glass full of red liquid in front of you. You eyed it quizzically for a moment, then turned your attention to Yoongi.

"What's this?"

Yoongi smiled and topped it off with a cherry. "Happy Birthday Jagi, I've got to get back to work. Enjoy."

With a wink he was off and down the bar to take care of other customers. You fought the blush that was threatening to appear on your cheeks.

"Take it you two know each other?"

A sudden voice startled you and made you turn your head to the man with the orange hair. You bit your lip and nodded.

"He was my roommate when I first moved here to Seoul. He's a great guy," you said, smiling and sniffing the drink Yoongi had left in front of you.

"The drink is called 'Birthday Sex', very fruity but leaves a good burn in your throat if that's what you're looking for," he said, taking a swig of his beer.

You took a tentative sip and smiled at the flavors that went down your throat, leaving a burn in their wake that was oh so satisfying.

"___! Come on! A great song just came on and I want to dance with you!"

Jimin's cute voice rang through the air. You smiled and watched him approach.

"Not right now Jimminie, I'm drinking, but once I'm done I'm all yours," Jimin's eyes grew dark and he gave you a smile.

"Is that a promise?"

Your heart fluttered at the notion but you pushed his shoulder and he seemed to get the message. He was off into the crowd a moment later, getting lost in the lights and the music. You went back to your drink, sipping and contemplating what you would be doing the next day. After nursing your hang over of course.

"You look a little bored, something bothering you?"

The voice next to you spoke up again and you turned your head back to the orange haired man with leather pants.

"Not bored, just thinking about what the hell I'm going to do tomorrow," you said, drinking more.

"Why worry about that now? It's not tomorrow yet. Live in the moment and don't let the troubles of tomorrow worry you before the day is even here. Seems like a waste of energy to me. And a frown doesn't suit that pretty face of yours," he said, giving you a subtle wink.

That was a smooth fucking pick up line if that's what he was trying to do. You shifted in your seat and blushed, taking the rest of your drink down with one gulp.

"What's your name?" You asked, turning your stool to face him. The man smiled at this gesture and set his beer down on the bar.

"Jung Hoseok. And you're ____. Lovely name by the way," Hoseok said.

As odd as it was, the simplicity of his outfit was overwhelming. He looked so good. How could a human being look as good as him? Was that even physically possible? His body looked lean, but those leather pants left little to the imagination, much like the fabric of your dress that clung to you like a second skin that had every man in this club turning their heads. As well as a couple women.

"Thank you. What brings you to the club?"

Jung Hoseok looked at your and bit his lip.

"Do you want the honest answer?"

You looked around and nodded. If he was a murderer you could always run.

"Yeah. Honesty is the best policy," you murmured.

"I'm looking for someone to hook up with for the night," he said, picking his beer up and taking another swig of it. You nodded and shrugged at his answer. Honestly, it wasn't the worst thing in the world. You had also been eyeing a couple people in this club, wondering if any of them were going to be worth the trouble in the morning.

You weren't sure if that made you a bad person or not, but really, you couldn't find yourself being able to care.

"So are about another thirty people in this place. Nothing wrong with that," you said, plucking the cherry off the ice where it sat.

"You're outlook is refreshing. It's nice to have a girl be understanding instead of screaming and calling me a pervert," he said, setting his empty beer bottle down down on the counter.

"Wanting sex and being a pervert are two completely different things. You're human, we all have urges. And those girls probably got shitfaced and went home with someone they didn't know that night, so they're just hypocritical bitches."

Hoseok laughed at your statement and eyed his empty beer bottle with disinterest.

"The bartender said it is your birthday, that true?"

You nodded and gave a weak smile.

"I'm here with my friends for the night. They wanted to take me out, although I haven't seen much of them since I got here," you chuckled, knowing how much Namjoon loved to chicken wing dance all around the club. But you also thought about sweet Jimin who got drunk and started grinding with anyone with a pulse.

"Ah, I see. Would it be too forward of me to ask for a dance?"

You bit your lip and blushed a little before standing up.

"Not at all, I would love to dance," you said, giving him a smile. Hoseok returned your smile and offered you his hand. You took it and noticed how bit it was compared to yours.

Hoseok slowly lead you to the dance floor and grabbed your waist and pulled you close within an instant. You flushed at his proximity, but decided to go with it. The alcohol was beginning to take over and you knew that this man was feeling a similar way.

His hips swayed to the music and he coaxed you to go along with him as well. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck and let the music and alcohol drug you. Nothing else matter right now but feeling his warm arms around you and the beauty of him was almost other worldly. You noticed his deep brown eyes looking over your form.

He looked hungry.

You looked hungry.

Why the hell were you two still in this god damned club was beyond you, but you were curious where the night was going to go. Hoseok grabbed your waist and spun you around in his arms so your butt was against his front.

"Grind on me," he said with a demanding tone. You complied quickly and began moving your hips in an alluring figure eight motion. You could feel him getting hard in his pants and you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter from the sensation. You leaned into his chest so you could feel him moving against you. A soft groan floated through the air between you and it was almost enough to make you shove him to the bathrooms to unceremoniously rip his pants down and have your way with him. Although you were a little more classy than that.

"I want you," you whispered from your position in front of him.

"Are you sure? I know I said I was looking for a hook up, but you seem like a nice girl. I don't want to take advantage of you," he responded while he began to slow down your pace.

You scoffed and grinded on him harder. "And you telling me to grind on you wasn't taking advantage? I'm in my right mind right now, and I'm saying I want you," you breathed, tangling your fingers in his hair. Hoseok seemed to mull this over in his head and spun you back around to look at you in the eyes.

"Tell me honestly, are you drunk?" he asked with concern tracing over his features. You sighed and shook your head.

"I'm buzzed, but I can walk in a straight line and head out to your car right now," you said, playing with the buttons on his shirt.

"My car? Can't even wait to get back to my place?" he laughed, holding you with his strong arms. You shook your head and undid one more of the button on his shirt while biting your lips.

"I don't think I can wait another second," you uttered, staring at the damp skin of his chest.

Hoseok's eyes darkened with lust and you knew he was yours after that. He quickly took you over to the bar to pay his bill as well as yours and with that the two of you were off into the night.

The cold air seemed to take away the buzz you were feeling, but the fire in your stomach still wasn't quenched. You have never felt quite like this before.

You'd had hook ups, sure, but something about Hoseok felt different. He hadn't even tried to kiss you yet. Every move he made felt calculated and purposeful. He wasn't going to rush anything. He didn't feel the need to. You obviously wanted him and he had you now.

The two of you approached a nice looking car with tinted windows and a generous looking back seat that would definitely fit the both of you. Your heart began hammering in your chest as you felt your panties damped further. How could a man have so much of an effect on you already and he hadn't even done something yet! Was this creature even real?

"Can I kiss you?"

"Was that even a question?"

With that his lips met yours and the fire in your stomach turned into a wild fire that was burning through a forest that hadn't received rain in ten years. His touch made you feel weak yet powerful at the same time. Everything he did was so precise. His hands trailed down your body and settled at your hips.

You were pushed up against the car and his hands pinned you against the cold metal of the vehicle and your skin rose up in goosebumps. Hoseok was a forceful kisser that made you submit to everything he wanted.

Oh fuck, he was going to be dominant.

You could barely contain your excitement as his hands went to your breasts to kneed the soft flesh that was there. You moaned softly at the contact and reached out for his broad shoulders.

The kiss held all sorts of promises of the night that had yet to unfold and your heart raced when you heard the car unlock with a click of a button. Hoseok pulled you to his frame and opened the back seat of his car and let you go, watching you fall backwards onto the leather seats. Your outfit didn't leave much for him to think about as he followed you inside, hovering over you as the car door shut behind him. You watched him take in your body.

"You're so beautiful. It feels wrong to have you in my back seat like some drunken escapade... Are you sure you want to do this here?" he asked once more, giving you the chance to back out if you wanted.

"I can't wait anymore, so get that god damn shirt off," you growled, undoing the last buttons and staring at the flesh that was revealed to you. Hoseok smiled at your face as you took him in.

"I don't think we're going to be able to get all the way undressed in here, so I'm just going to go for easy access," he muttered, reached for your panties and pulling them down your legs and throwing them to the floor of the car. You flushed pink as he leaned down and attached his lips to your dripping core. You arched your back at the sudden action, but you soon relaxed into the familiar pleasure.

Hoseok took his time in pleasing you. Watching you come close to the edge and then forcing you to back away from it, teasing you like a doll on a string who wanted to badly to jump off the cliff into the awaiting pleasure that would follow. His tongue worked around your outer lips, but never seemed to reach the place you truly wanted it to go. Once more he licked a long strip up your slip, but avoided your clit at the last moment, keeping you from pleasure once more.

"God damn it, Hoseok! Quit teasing me, please I can't fucking take it," you whimpered, threading your fingers through his hair with desperate need. His eyes darkened even more at your plea and he removed his mouth from you entirely, making you almost cry at the loss. His lips were planted right on yours, making you taste the bitterness of your sex.

Once he was tired of your lips he moved to your ear and nibbled at it for a few moments before trailing his lips down to your collarbone. You licked your lips and continued to watch him tease small parts of your skin with his teeth and tongue. You gathered his shirt and pulled it off, tossing it into the front seat of the car. Hoseok grabbing your dress and shoved it up to your waist so it wasn't in the way.

"I can't wait any longer, how about you baby? Do you need my cock inside of you?" he whispered right against the hallow of your throat. You moaned at his dirty words and nodded like a helpless child. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a familiar foil packet and presented it to you. "Put it on me," he growled.

You scrambled to obey and took the packet from him with shaky hands. You put it in your mouth and held it there, careful not to puncture the foil with your teeth. Hoseok took your hands and placed them on his belt, urging you to move forward with the act. Quickly, you grabbed his belt and undid it, tossing it into the front seat as well. Next was the zipper, which was down in a moment. The button was of no issue for you either.

Soon you were reaching into his tight pants to pull out his large erection. It made your mouth water at the sight of it. You couldn't help but have a taste. It seemed only fair, seeing as how he went down on you. Without much more thought you lowered your mouth onto his already throbbing cock. Hoseok moaned and gathered your hair in a ponytail in his fist as you sucked him off. The lewd sounds of you with his cock in your mouth was causing your wetness to drip onto the leather seat of the car and you pinched your thighs together in an attempt to control yourself.

Hoseok smirked and yanked you off his dick with a tug at your ponytail.

"I appreciate the notion babe, but I really think that we both need to quit teasing now," he said, biting down on his lip and eyeing the condom that had fallen from your mouth when you began sucking on him. You grabbed it hastily and ripped it open, grabbing the rubber that was seated inside. You pinched the tip and rolled it onto him with slow, stroking motions. He groaned at that and bucked into your hands out of instinct.

Carefully, he lowered you back down onto the back seat and took your mouth in a kiss once more. You moaned at the soft contact of his lips on yours and you wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer. With a swift motion, he inserted a finger inside of you, to check to see if you were wet enough for him.

"Are you sure you want this?" he asked, pulling away from your mouth with a soft 'pop' sound.

"I'm sure, please, fuck me," you moaned, grinding your core against his massive length. Apparently, he couldn't wait any longer after that, because the next thing you knew, he was inside of you. Your back arched at the intrusion, feeling a slight sting from the stretch to accommodate him. Hoseok seemed to take notice of your pain, because he slowed down and began to place soft kisses on your face and right above the skin of your breasts.

Finally, you moved your hips against his as a signal to move. Hoseok didn't hesitate and began moving out of you to quickly reinsert himself into your tight heat.

"Oh fuck- Hoseok... That feels so good, keep going," you panted, raking your nails down his bare back. He groaned at the pain but continued to work himself inside of you. He felt so big, as if he was trying to tear you in half. But it felt too good to have him stop. Even if he was bigger than the other men you had had, he was way better than any of them by far. He knew how to work his hips in a pleasing manner.

It also helped that he was insanely attractive and charming.

"Jesus christ you're so fucking tight. How can you be this tight and not be a virgin? Where have you been? Oh shit, you're squeezing me so good baby. You're taking me so well," he encouraged, rubbing your hips in a soothing manner. The dirty talk was enough to make you quiver with pleasure, which caused your walls to tighten around him.

You watched as he shuddered from the pleasure he was experiencing and you found yourself unable to look away. You wanted him to look like that only for you. The thought was quickly shoved from your mind as he began to pick up the pace. The sound of skin slapping on skin was so hot and made you moan out his name in pleasure.

There was no doubt you'd have bruises on the insides of your thighs the next morning. Possibly even in the next few hours, but you couldn't care less. The feeling of him pounding into your pussy was too good to pass up.

"Do you like how hard I'm fucking you? Do you like it rough baby? Do you want me to make you cum?" Hoseok asked, pulling one of your legs up and over his shoulder to give him a better angle that reached deeper inside of you than you thought was possible. You wondered for a moment if he could reach your cervix at this angle, but dismissed it as the pleasure was beginning to overwhelm your senses.

"Hoseok! I'm going to cum! Oh fuck! Keep going, don't stop! Holy shit right there baby, fuck me just like that!" you screamed, unable to keep yourself from screaming the vulgar language to your partner. Hoseok seemed to feel a similar way, because his pace became even faster and harder. So hard to the point your head was smacking against the door on the other side of the car. You managed to get yourself up on your elbows to avoid a concussion from his roughness.

"You look so pretty with my cock inside of you, are you going to cum around my big cock? Huh baby? Tell me how much you love me fucking you like this. Tell me how much you want to cum with my big dick inside of your pretty pussy, just like this," he growled, reaching out and grabbing your chin in a dominant manner.

"I love it so much, I love it when you fuck me so hard I'll have bruises. Please keep fucking me hard like the little slut I am, oh fuck! I want to cum with your dick inside of me, please keep going. I'm going to cum so hard, please please please. Oh fuck," you whimpered, gripping onto his shoulders with your nails so hard you could see blood coming from crescent shape divots in his skin. Although it seemed Hoseok was beyond caring at this point, because all he did was continue to fuck you harder and harder.

The coil in your stomach was tightening and you knew you were going to cum really soon. You reached up and connected your mouth to his in an attempt to keep you grounded while you were hurled over the edge to sheer bliss.

"Hoseok! I'm cumming, oh fuck! I'm cumming!" you screamed, unable to keep yourself silent. Your walls clamped down on his member. Pleasure flooded your veins and you went limp against his frame while he continued to fuck into at an alarming rate. Reaching his own high.

To help him over the edge you continued to clench your muscles around him, hoping to pull him to his own climax. His breath was hot on your skin and you cringed with oversensitivity, but you wouldn't stop until you knew he had finished as well.

Suddenly, you felt him tense and his hips stuttered in their movement. You knew he'd finished and your relaxed your muscles, basking in the after glow of your orgasm. Hoseok grabbing your chin and pulled your lips to his in an endearing kiss that seemed to last a little too long for just a hook up.

You winced when he pulled out of you and removed the condom from his softening length. He was quick to place the condom in a small bin that seemed to hold garbage for the vehicle. Then, he was back to you, pulling you to his chest in exhaustion.

"Shouldn't I get going?" you asked, wondering why he was holding you in such a manner.

Hoseok shrugged. "Only if you want to. That was incredible, and once I'm ready I'm down for another round. This time, in a bed, or a shower. Whichever you prefer really," he muttered against your skin. Your cheeks flushed.

"I thought this was just a hook up," you said with embarrassment laced in your tone.

"The night is young, and so are we. Have some fun before you die."

Mattress

Let's just admit it.

We're all huge sluts for Hoseok.

The hot drink burned your tongue as you tried to take a sip.

It was too early in the morning to be doing anything.

But here you were, waiting, as per usual.

He liked to make these requests of you, showing him how much you really were his.

Jong Hoseok was your Sugar Daddy.

There were many ways to put oneself through college. But, working a full-time job and getting next to no where from that didn't sound good to you. Slaving in a kitchen with twenty other people risking burns for customers that didn't even give a shit.

At least with Mr. Hoseok, both parties were entertained by what you were doing. And, it didn't always mean sex.

Sometimes he simply didn't want to eat dinner alone. Other times he wanted someone's opinion on his outfit in the morning. And other times, he wanted home cooked meals from a person he knew.

Every time he called you, there was something else he wanted. But, he always gave you what you wanted in return. He was a funny guy with a good heart, but to you, he was Daddy.

He was the chairman of an electronics company that had completely blown up around the world. Everyone had one of his cellphones or one of his laptops. If they were lucky, on of his state of the art cameras.

And you had all three.

Only the best for Daddy's princess.

He paid you in gifts like these sometimes, but mainly, he transferred the money to your bank accounts every month. You were surprised how much he was willing to give you. Anything you said you were interested in, Hoseok would inquire if it was something he could get you.

However, you mainly just wanted your college to be paid for. Although, being near Hoseok wasn't something you were going to complain about.

The way you met Hoseok was at a bar. You had been a waitress for almost two and a half years when this gorgeous man strolled into the building with three or four other men in suits. Your mouth dropped open. The man in the very front was absolutely mouth watering.

All of the waitresses jumped at the chance to serve such a high class man. But, whether it be fate, luck, or sheer coincidence, he sat in your section.

You shooed all the doe eyed girls out of the way and walked over with a gentle smile on your face.

"And what can I get you gentlemen this afternoon?" you asked, readying your pen. They went around the table giving you their orders with big smiles. You got to the gorgeous one and his eyes seemed to run over your frame with a quick movement.

"I'd like a Moscow Mule light ice and your phone number please," he asked, leaning forward and giving you a seductive smile.

"There he goes again," a younger man said, throwing his brown hair out of his face and leaning back in the chair.

"Hoseok, don't be so forward when you've just met someone!" a man with pinkish tinted hair scolds.

"Of course, Hobi-hyung is the first one to hit on the waitress," another one with blonde hair commented.

But you simply smiled and went to go get their drinks. All of the waitresses swarmed you with questions and begged you to give them the table. You shook your head and gave their orders to the bartender.

Namjoon kept shaking the mixer while looking at you.

"You seem tense, what did that guy want from you? You seemed to tense up a bit on your way over here," he said, eyeing up the table.

Namjoon had been like your brother at the bar. Always watching over you and making sure that no man disrespected you while you were at work.

"Just asked for my number and a drink. Harmless," you said, giving him a soft smile. Namjoon didn't take the bait, but decided to leave it alone.

Soon, their drinks were ready and you went back to the table.

The men got quiet when you approach them with their drinks. You gave them a big smile and set their drinks down in the correct order.

"Here we go. A bottle of soju with a cut up lime, bourbon with a shot of pickle juice, lightest beer on tap and a Moscow mule with light ice," you said. They were pleased and thanked you.

The one named Hoseok didn't seem to bother you anymore.

The table stayed for around an hour an a half, casually drinking and ordering small things to snack on throughout the evening.

At the end of everything, you wound up really enjoying the table as a whole. You learned their names. Jungkook, who was the youngest. Jimin, who was older by a few years. Jin who was the oldest of them all. Finally getting to Hoseok, who happened to be the same age as Namjoon who was working the bar!

They were all very kind and made you laugh, even giving you their phone numbers just to hang out again if you wanted.

All in all, the night was a success. You were pleased with their business and for once you were happy to be a waitress.

As you were cleaning up near closing you felt a tap on your shoulder. You jumped slightly, only to see that it was Hoseok.

"Oh, Hoseok-oppa. You startled me. What do you need?" you asked, standing before him. He looked you over for the second time that you could see and stared directly into your eyes.

"Is their anything you want, in this world?" he asked, sitting down at the empty table.

You gawked at him, surprised at his nonchalant attitude towards you. But, you thought about his statement and nodded.

"I want to go to college and not have to work in a bar six to seven days a week," you said, sitting down across from him.

He leaned forward on his arms and smiled at you. "What if I told you I could make that happen?" he asked, cocking his head to the side slightly. You narrowed your eyes at him and sat up a little straighter.

"I'd have to call bull-shit, sorry for the language," you said, crossing your arms.

"What if I proved it to you? Would you be willing to go on a date with me next week?" he asked. Your eyes seemed to get narrower, but you were intrigued by this handsome individual before you.

"What time and where would we be going?" you asked, testing the waters.

"How about dinner in one of my hotels, the one closest to the water has a salmon dish that I'm fond of, are you in?" he challenged.

You weren't one to back down, so you agreed.

The date went surprisingly well. The two of you clicked in a way that you didn't think was possible with someone you'd met in a bar and served drinks to for a few hours. However, Hoseok was a gentleman and treated you like a lady.

After the dinner he'd taken you back to his apartment. Which was a bad move on your part, but the red wine you had had was flooding through your veins and you felt great.

Hoseok sat you down on the couch and approached you with a question on his lips.

"I know this is going to sound awful after just one date... And I don't want to do this to objectify you in anyway... Please understand that I am doing this to help you, and ease my loneliness as well... I want you to be... my sugar baby," he managed to squeak out.

You were enraged at first. But the more Hoseok explained what he would be asking of you, and what it really meant to be a sugar baby, the more you calmed down and started actually listening.

Because originally, it didn't start with sex.

It started with dates and home cooked meals. You coming over for a glass of wine here and there.

However, that wasn't paying enough for you.

You asked if Hoseok would pay you more if you had sex with him. He got a little upset, and rightfully so. You had insulted him...

He said that if you wanted more money, all you had to do was ask for it.

But, one drunken night, the two of you managed to stumble into his bed and go at it like bunnies in the spring time as it were.

The next morning he woke up to you in the kitchen making him breakfast.

And after that, the two of you were hooked on each other.

Now, you were waiting for him in a coffee shop at seven thirty in the fucking morning. All because he wanted to see you before he was stuck in an office for an entire day.

You heard the bell on the door ring and Hoseok's brilliant self walked through the door. Even though you were tired and cranky, you managed to smile and give him a tight hug.

The pair of you sat down at the table and you sipped on your coffee with a delicate precision. Hoseok seemed to admire you as you drank the bitter hot liquid.

"So, why did you call me here so early in the morning?" you asked, looking up from your coffee.

Hoseok leaned back in his spot and gazed at you with his bedroom eyes. You almost choked on your coffee from the sudden arousal you felt, but you remained as composed as you could considering the circumstances.

"I got something at the apartment this morning and I couldn't wait until later for you to see it. So I decided that you should probably have some coffee before you came over, because you aren't going to be leaving for a while," he whispered with a smirk on his face. Your cheeks flushed red and you squirmed in your seat.

For whatever reason, Hoseok knew every single way to turn you on. It seemed ridiculous, but he did.

Every thing that made your skin erupt in sparks, he knew.

He always managed to rile you up some way or another. The way that he slide his hand down your back, almost touching your ass but never getting there.

"And what did you get at the apartment this morning?" you asked, trying to keep yourself from losing it.

Abruptly, Hoseok stood up. His sudden action caused you to stand as well, curious as to what you did wrong. You gave him a stunned look but he simply smiled and shook his head before giving you another hug. You weren't going to say no to his actions so you hugged back.

"I got a new mattress. Better for daddy to fuck his princess on, what do you say?" he asked in a dirty tone. Your face flushed at his words, but you were practically dripping from being in his presence anyways. And the way he ran his tongue over his lips was sinful.

He would certainly be the death of you.

"Can we leave, now?" you asked, already grabbing your bag. Hoseok simply smiled at you and took your arm, leading you towards the door.

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The air was warm when you walked into his penthouse.

It was one of the first things you noticed when you first came to his house. It was full of light and warmth, something that he radiated wherever he went. Hoseok was someone who no matter the circumstances, could make you smile.

The two of you wandered around the apartment for a few moments, gathering your thoughts. Hoseok had been very brash with you, especially out in public. However, that wasn't the first time he'd been like that with others around.

His favorite time to tease you was when his friends were around. You had taken a liking to them and he used that to his advantage. They knew you had some kind of fling going on.

Especially when Jin walked in one morning when you were making breakfast in your bra and panties with one of Hoseok's work shirts on.

You were certain that he had spank bank material for months after that.

However, you didn't want to give them the wrong impression about yourself. You had respect for your mind and your body. And Hoseok was never disrespectful of either. You were going to college, him paying for all of it without batting an eye.

You admired him as he set his jacket down on the couch and stretched out. He was a dance instructor in the afternoons some days and you knew that he was talented with his tongue.

He liked to say that if his father hadn't have given him the company, he would've been in a street dance group or in one of the idol schools where he could be in a big boy band.

Hoseok was talented in anything he did, it seemed. Except for singing... Rapping sure, but never singing.

You walked over and ran your nails down his clothed back temptingly. Hoseok growled slightly as the contact and leant back into your touch. You smiled at the actions and continued to run your nails all over his clothed flesh.

If there was one thing you loved to do during sex with him, it was scratch. You loved looking at the red lines you left behind after a passionate night with him. He'd always admire them in the mirror and say, 'Damn, Daddy must've pounded his princess really good. Look at what you did to Daddy."

His shirt felt so good under your hands, but the muscle underneath the shirt is what you were really interested in. He seemed to understand what you were getting at, so he shed his shirt quickly.

Finally, your hands met his bare skin and you moaned merely at the contact. His warm skin felt like heaven underneath your nails and with every scratch down his beautiful flesh, you saw a shiver run down his spine that had you squeezing your thighs together to relieve the pressure that you were feeling.

Hoseok turned to face you and picked you up so that you were sitting with your legs wrapped around his waist. You leaned down without hesitation and planted your lips on his with eagerness.

You moaned when your back hit a wall roughly.

Hoseok had his hands in your pants, rubbing against your clit with ferocity. You were writhing and screaming with your fingers gripping his shoulders desperately.

"Daddy!" you yelped as he managed to slip a finger inside of your heat.

Everything was so fast that you hardly had any time to register your orgasm that was looming over you.

Suddenly it all hit you and you gripped his shoulders tightly, feeling your climax hit you without much of a build up.

Maybe it was because you hadn't had him in so long your body felt deprived.

That must be it, because the two of you hadn't been able to have much more than quick oral sessions when he visited you in your dorm room.

Sudden pain flared up in your spine and you realized that you had hit your back on the doorknob of the room after Hoseok has slammed you against the door.

"Real," you gasped out.

It was your safe word.

It meant, real pain, really scared, those types of things so that it wasn't mistake with your yelps of pain from punishment or anything like that. Hoseok froze and lowered you to the ground quickly checking you over with worry on his face.

"What is it? Are you hurt?" he asked, patting your head comfortingly. You smiled and pointed to the doorknob.

"I-It got me in the back... I just need a minute," you whispered, rubbing your back, silently cursing the knob for landing in your back at such an inopportune time.

"I'm so sorry princess, you know the last thing I want is to hurt you. When it's not fun anyways," he mumbled, rubbing your back soothingly.

"It's alright Daddy, your princess likes it when you're rough," you said, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for an alluring kiss. It was so good to feel his lips against yours and nothing would ever be able to replace the rush you got when his hands wandered back into your panties.

His fingers worked against you deftly as he worked you up a little more.

"I don't think I can wait for Daddy's cock... Can we get straight to the fucking Daddy? Please?" you asked in your submissive voice that you knew got you anything you wanted. Hoseok couldn't resist anything when you said it in that tone.

He moaned and picked you up in his arms once again, much slower this time, being cautious of the door handle and your back. His gentleness made you smile, but you knew it wasn't going to last for long.

"Please Daddy, your princess needs your cock, please Daddy," you whined softly. Hoseok's eyes turned dark as he pulled your pants and panties off in a swift yank. You shivered as you felt the cold air of the room rush over your bare skin.

"Mmm... Daddy loves it when he can see the goosebumps on your skin," he muttered while running his lips over your chilled flesh. You moaned as the warmth of his mouth made you want more.

Why was he teasing so much?

God, as hot as this was, you really just wanted him to be inside of you.

The stretching that occurred every time he entered you. How you always needed a minute before he started moving because you were just so...

Tight.

His pants were being thrown to the floor and you reached up to tug on his hair, urging him to get moving faster.

"Princess is so needy tonight. Since Daddy made a mistake, you are allowed to be greedy tonight, alright princess? Anything you want, Daddy will give you," he said with a low, sultry voice.

"I want your cock, Daddy. Please, put it in me. I want it so bad I can barely think... Fill up your princess Daddy," you moaned out.

Hoseok was quick to take off your shirt and bra, reaching forward to grope your chest harshly. He attached his lips to your nipples and sucked at them the way you loved. You moaned and bucked your hips into his crotch several times. He gasped and bit down on your nipples playfully.

"Daddyyyy," you keened out, tugging on his hair as he ravished your chest. "No more teasing, I want you inside me, that's what your princess wants," you gasped out. Hoseok nodded and brought his mouth away from your chest.

Finally, he lowered his boxers and reached over into the bedside drawer for the condoms. After rolling one on he moved his finger in between your folds to test your wetness. You moaned, already worked up from the one orgasm he'd given you.

Hoseok decided you were wet enough and lined himself up with your entrance. As always, he stopped right before you thought he was going to push in.

"Are you sure?" he asked, like always. Making sure that everything was consensual.

"Daddy, please fuck me," you moaned.

Without any other words, Hoseok pushed forward into your tight heat.

You froze at the sensation of being so full. He always made you feel so good, no matter what position you started in. It always felt amazing.

After a few moments, he pulled out and pushed his full length inside of you. You gripped onto his shoulders and ran your nails down his chest. Hoseok hissed at the pain, but it only drove him further inside of you. It was the desired effect.

The burning of the stretching had your lower stomach in a fiery mess. Every little movement he made drew molten heat into your womanhood. It all felt so good. You couldn't say it enough.

He was always so good to you.

In anything he did with you, he did it to the best of his ability.

It wasn't like him to let you boss him around, so you were going to take advantage of this situation.

"Daddy, I want more kisses," you said breathlessly.

Hoseok really only used kissing as foreplay. He said that during sex it only got in the way. Why would he focus on your lips when he could focus on pounding your pussy so hard you saw stars?

However, he lowered his lips to yours without complaint and started kissing you slowly as his hips picked up speed.

The combined sensations of his lips against yours while his cock was deep inside of you was an overwhelming feeling.

You felt much more connected to him this way.

Other than the obvious one.

"Fuck baby, so tight around my dick. Did you miss Daddy's cock? Huh? Did you miss how well I fuck you? You love Daddy fucking you so hard that you can't walk the next day, huh? Tell Daddy how much you love him fucking you," he groaned into your neck.

"I love how you fuck me Daddy. It always feels so good, you feel good. I don't want to be able to move from this bed for the rest of the day because that means I have to wait for you to fuck me again. I don't want to wait for you cock, Daddy. It feels too amazing," you cried out as he got faster the longer you spoke.

Dirty talk was one of your favorite things. Hoseok wasn't much for it in the bedroom, but it was another one of your perks of the day.

Hoseok's hips continued pounding into you at an alarming rate. You could practically feel the bruises forming already, but you couldn't find a fuck to give.

"I want to ride you Daddy, please," you begged as Hoseok shuddered with effort above you. He gave you a look, but then conceded. He pulled out of you with a wet 'pop' that had you feeling incredible empty.

He laid back, disgruntled that he had to relinquish control over to you. You crawled over to him and pulled the condom off, throwing it into the trash can.

Hoseok about had a heart attack and gripped your wrist before you could get back on him.

"Hang on, we're not doing this without a rubber," he said, going for the drawer.

"I'm on the pill, it was supposed to be a surprise, but I want you to cum inside of me bad. Think you could do that, Daddy? Could you fill your princess with cum?" you whimpered, rubbing your clit to satisfy yourself until he was inside of you again.

Although he seemed a little hesitant, Hoseok let go of your wrist. You happily got on top of him and slowly lowered yourself onto his bare cock. Without much of a warning he bucked up into you. A gasp escaped your throat and you fell forward a little bit. You were in pain but, managed to keep yourself from crying out.

"Oh fuck, princess. It's been so long since I've gone bare. I forgot how good it feels, sorry princess," he apologized while rubbing your chest. You groaned as his experienced hands worked over your sensitive nubs and flesh. You started to move your hips up and down his length, making sure to swivel your hips a little as you came down.

It's been a long time since you'd topped and you forgot how amazing it feels to be in control. Everything moved at the pace you wanted it to and that had you moaning.

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," you chanted as Hoseok's hips bucked up to meet yours. You could feel him everywhere. Even though he was underneath you, his hands were on your chest. You could feel him inside of you, filling you up with his length and it euphoric.

"Princess you're so tight, even when Daddy is fucking you so hard. I bet it's difficult to take all of me inside your wet little pussy. Does it sting a little? Or does it feel good?" he questioned, moving a thumb down to your clit.

You gasped and clawed at his chest.

The familiar burning in your stomach started rising again. You needed to cum, and you wanted to feel his release inside of you more than anything right now.

You started smacking your hips against his, making lewd sounds as you worked yourself on his dick as if your life depended on it. Hoseok was groaning murmurs of princess as well as your name.

Exhaustion was creeping into your bones, but desire fueled you forward. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room and you could hardly believe how hard you were moving on top of him. You wanted to ask if he was alright, but you were too fucked out to care. The only thing that mattered right now was cumming, for the both of you..

Hoseok had a hold of your hips so you didn't buck yourself right off of his lap. The last thing he wanted was to be separated from you at this moment. You moaned out his pet named numerous times before gripping his shoulders hard enough to draw blood.

"Daddy, I'm gonna cum. I want you to cum too, please Daddy. Give it to me. I want your cum leaking out of me as you watch. I want you to see what a mess you've made of your princess. Please Daddy, fucking cum inside of me. I want it so bad," you cried out, running your nails down his chest.

Hoseok moaned out your name as you clawed at his flesh, but he continued to meet your hips each time they came down to maximize both of your pleasures.

Suddenly, he pushed his thumb down on your clit harshly, and that's all it took.

You felt yourself fall over the edge into an orgasm so powerful that if Hoseok hadn't been hanging onto you, you surely would've fallen over from the strength of it all.

Hoseok followed you moments later, the clenching of your walls being no match for his will power. You felt the scorching heat filling you up and everything seemed right. You could feel his cum pouring into you and your heart stopped at the sensation.

He was really doing it.

He really came inside of you.

Eventually, you collapsed onto his chest. Kissing the tattered flesh there delicately.

Soon, Hoseok rubbed your back and helped you onto the mattress. You winced when he pulled out, but you didn't miss the sight of his eyes widening when his release started trickling out of your battered sex.

If he could have, he probably would've kept fucking you right away if only his sex drive would allow that.

-_-_-_-_-

You felt absolutely boneless. As per usual after one of Hoseok's fuck sessions.

"So, what do you think?" Hoseok asked after cleaning you up.

"One of the best rounds we've ever had," you murmured, curling up into his side.

With a huff and a pout Hoseok replied.

"No! Of the mattress!"

This is so sexy, but also sweet.

Blow Your Mind

; Hoseok x Reader, Fantasy Soyeon x Reader (G)-Idle

; Genre: Smut

; Word Count: 3.4k

; Warnings: Penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, very light spanking, fantasy fxf oral and fingering

; Synopsis: When you can’t stop gushing about a classmate you find talented and beautiful, your boyfriend decides to paint a fantasy for you involving her while he makes your night

; A/N: Hi, yes. Still struggling to write. Started writing this as just a way to get something done. Ended up with 3.4k. I love Hoseok. I love Soyeon. This happened lmao Please enjoy and I haven’t proof read

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“Have you heard this song that Soyeon’s produced for her music production class? Oh my god, I’m dying it’s so damn good. What the actual fuck,” You whine to your boyfriend, rolling halfway onto his body as you flail with too much energy. “Maybe you should ask if she wants to collaborate on a song or something for your final project.”

Hoseok hums lightly to himself, looking down at his phone as he scrolls through aimless pages on some subreddit he’s got obsessed with lately. He’s looking particularly fine tonight, with his white shirt clinging to him delightfully as it twists on his slim figure, and you blame that for your sudden rise in hormones.

There’s been a lack of intimate contact over the last week due to busy commitments on both your sides. One of the down sides to you both working a part-time job to fund the little apartment you’d moved into for your last year of college was that it meant you actually had to work around your class schedule.

Which meant that Hoseok was often working when you were free and you were working when he was. Today however, was a rare night off for you both and you’d begged him to stay in and just spend quality time with each other instead of going to the giant rager his fraternity brothers were throwing.

They’d given him only a mild amount of teasing when he’d decided to leave the frat house to move in with you after three years of dating, and you knew that they all loved you. Well, they loved your cooking at least and there was that old saying about the way to a man’s heart…

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This whole series was just super cute. Hobi is so endearing and super sweet.

Jung Hoseok and the Magic to Happiness | 06 | End

; Hufflepuff Teacher!Hoseok x Reader

; Genre: Fluff, angst, smut

; Word Count: 7.5k

; Warnings: Penetrative sex, potion influence (? what’s the correct term here), unprotected sex (kinda), creampie, Hoseok licks his fingers…

; Synopsis: An unexpected issue with your Ministry of Magic job leads to you taking the role of Transfiguration Professor at Hogwarts. It’s here that you meet your best friend’s younger brother for the first time in years, the Hufflepuff Head of House, Jung Hoseok. While you contend with seeing him once again, Hoseok tries to show you that he’s very much a man and no longer the gangly teenager you once knew.

; A/N: Final chapter! We’re finally here. I bet you didn’t think I’d actually finish this series, haha. Two series down though! SO…I’m very rusty with smut. I haven’t written it since like…October so please be gentle with me! I hope you all enjoy this chapter and have liked reading this series! Please reblog it so others can find it and send me comments/reviews/feedback via an ask or by reblogging this! :D I love to read them all and your support has helped to encourage me to keep going.

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Surprisingly, you don’t see Hoseok for a few days after the Winter Solstice Ball. He’s not present at any of the meals, nor do you see him around the castle either. It simultaneously confuses and concerns you as you worry that he’s feeling too awkward to be around you.

Seokjin, at a pre-Christmas meal at his house, had tried to confirm that he wasn’t avoiding you but instead was simply busy with preparing the magical creatures for the Christmas break. There were exchanges with other schools around the world that occurred at Christmas, meaning that Hoseok was constantly travelling with his creatures and taking custody of the foreign creatures which would be used for the next semester. 

You’d viewed that with suspicion as you didn’t recall Hoseok nor Jisoo telling you that, but it did seem like a logical reason. Chaeyoung had backed the argument at the time, her mouth half full of roasted turkey. Given your suspicions about their involvement in trying to get Hoseok and you into a relationship had caused you to watch her suspiciously though.

It was only when Jimin, who had also been present for the meal, had confirmed it with a nod of his head that you’d finally believed them. As far as you knew, Jimin had no involvement and he’d genuinely fascinated with how close the two of you had been at the ball.

So even though it made you feel a little paranoid at his sudden absence after the kiss, you chose to trust your friends and believe what they said. You were already concerned about how to just interact with him when you saw him, you certainly didn’t need to obsess over the fact he ‘might’ be avoiding you.

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i don’t know about you, but as for me and my house....we’ll be celebrating hobi day tonight and tomorrow!

so....idk. wanna ask me some j-hope headcanons or reactions or something?

filthy hobi headcanons

Under the cut so as not to wreck anyone's dash since it's instantly smutty.

J-Hope really does want to be your hope and make you happy. He’s a giver in bed - he likes to focus on your pleasure, he likes to see your face when you come, he wants your thighs shaking before he even slides into you. He can be so hard that his dick is straining against his pants and still, all he’ll be able to focus on is you - until you remind him that this is a partnered event.

Truly your #1 fan and while it’s evident every day in every way, it’s esp evident during sex. He’s talkative and praises you constantly with the slightest undercurrent of disbelief. From “how are you so beautiful, baby?” to “look at you, taking me so well.”

He doesn’t have one particular body type that he loves because he’s gonna cap for his woman and wanna get his hands on her regardless, but let it be known that he is a proud member of the Thick Thighs Make a Dick Rise Club™. His favorite hobbies include: pulling you down the bed by your thighs and putting them over his shoulders while he goes to work; gripping said thighs when you try to squirm while he’s performing aforementioned work; pulling you down onto his lap and squeezing them to feel the give of your flesh under his hands, and being highkey whipped by the sight of you in shorts. When you’re sitting near enough, guess where his hand or head will usually end up. There are times where he’ll kiss you goodbye and kiss first your thigh and then your lips.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Jung Hoseok eats pussy from the back. HOWEVER, he loves to able to look up the line of your body and see your face too so he gets torn but he doesn’t care so long as he can get his mouth on you.

Speaking of, he is ranked in the top 3 when it comes to Tongue Tech™. It’s not even just about technique (though that’s important and believe me, he has a very effective one) but he’s also just so unabashedly into eating you out and does it with such reverence and enthusiasm - making these lewd slurping sounds, moaning into and against you, looking up at you. He loves jerking himself off while eating you out so if you’re too tired, he’ll make your legs shake while getting himself off and then sweetly kiss you with his mouth still wet with your taste and tuck you on into bed.

Favorite position: 69. Because he can sometimes neglect his own pleasure, serving each other at the same time is a big plus for him.

He is L O U D and he loves it when you’re loud too. He’s whipped for a tease though so if you bite your lip and playfully refuse to be loud, it’s a challenge he loves accepting.

His dick is average but his stroke game is anything but. Hobi will beat the walls up like you’ve never ever felt before (and you ain’t even gotta be an expensive girl). You will be walking crooked after Hobi gets his hands on you.

Can get in more dominant, teasing moods (see Exhibit A of Hobi is a tease) where he’ll work you up when you can’t really touch him (like out in public) or work you up and not let you come until you literally beg him for it. I call that “Hobi in the streets, Jung Hoseok in the sheets” but you don’t really know when to expect it. You’re more likely to get teasing, dominant Hobi when you’ve been out dancing together and he’s been really feeling himself or when you’re out here teasing and tempting him and he has to pay you back for it.

He’s adventurous and creative and as such he has an exhibitionist streak and loves to roleplay - with costumes and all. He grins and laughs and breaks character because he’s so in awe of you but your roleplay scenario can really be as simple and uninspired as “I’m a delivery girl and you ordered food and oh no, your dick fell in my mouth” and he will still love it like you set up the most elaborate ruse for him. He doesn’t care - he just wants to play with you.

He also loves to incorporate toys. God help you if he ever ordered one of those Lovense toys that he can control remotely because he would play with it in public and have you on the edge of a breakdown in a restaurant or he’d tie you to the bed (if you were willing and comfortable) and then watch you almost sob through hours of pleasure with an untouched hard-on and a smile on his face.

Whether or not you want to be tied down, he does. Ride him like you stole him - esp in reverse cowgirl - but don’t let him come until he asks you nicely (hell, maybe even put a cockring on him) and he will be more obsessed with you than he ever was before.

He likes technology and likes to watch porn so he’s a fan of sending and receiving things like sexts, pics, snippets of videos. You could have an entire personal porn collection that you’ve filmed together. If you’re having to be long distance, he’s a fan of mutual cam masturbation

He’s a fan of masturbating for you period if you ask him and he can put on a good show.

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Pillow Talk (Jung Hoseok, One-Shot, Smut)

Disclaimers: I don’t own the image I used for my header 😁 I do own the edit of the header.

A Note from Kutemouse: Basically I need to drink some Hobi water and take a freezing cold shower after writing this. This is an idea that’s been living rent-free in my head for a while. Welp, time for it to pay up 😂

(Basically Unedited)

Rating: R (18+ only)

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Holy shiz, okay, here we go… Mutual masturbation, awkward conversations in the nude, oral (female receiving), hickies, biting, Y/n is the softest dom and Hoseok is her sweet baby boy, making out described in exquisite detail, I use sexual words and swears.

Word Count: There are words

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Pillow Talk (Jung Hoseok, One-Shot, Smut)

You unlocked the door, bobbing to the beat resonating in your headphones, before heading inside your apartment. You tossed your bag on a chair and opened the fridge. Empty. Fuck. Oh well. You grabbed a bottle of water and took a few gulps, sashaying your hips as your favorite song played.

“Smooth like butter,” you sang under your breath, opening a few cupboards. Also empty. Damn. Take-out for dinner tonight for sure.

It was then you heard it. A noise so strange you whipped off your headphones just to make sure it was real. You froze, still on your tiptoes, listening hard. There it was again. It sounded like… like some type of mewling.

“Hobi?” you asked the empty room tentatively. Jung Hoseok was your roommate that you had lived with for the past two years, but you’d never heard that kind of sound from him.

You quietly grabbed a steak knife from a drawer and crept down the hall, intent on catching the intruder. You followed the sound, which seemed to be coming from your room. The door was barely cracked, but you could see someone moving around. When you finally got close enough to peer inside, you gasped, slapped your hand over your mouth, and dropped the knife. Luckily, it fell on the thick carpet, muffling any sound it would have made otherwise.

None other than your roommate and best friend, Jung Hoseok, was straddling one of your expensive, memory-foam pillows, stark naked from head to toe. His eyes fluttered closed, his mouth hanging open in ecstasy as he slid his hard length along the fabric of your purple pillowcase over and over, moaning loudly. The longer side of your bed faced the doorway, so you had a full view of the show. You raked your gaze down Hoseok’s beautiful body, his golden skin dewy with sweat, his abs contracting as his hips rutted against your pillow. Your eyes finally wandered down to his cock, and you felt your core clench. It was the most gorgeous cock you had ever seen. Long, thick, and slightly curved, just the sight of it made your mouth water.

“Oh god, Y/n,” Hoseok murmured. “That feels so good.”

You had to stifle another gasp. He was thinking of you while he did this? You sidled up to the door as close as you dared, glad he hadn’t heard you. Then again, he was moaning pretty loud. Is this what he did when you were out and about? Now that you thought about it, you weren’t supposed to be home for another hour. You were covering for a coworker, and your boss had offered to let you go home early as a thank-you for volunteering to help out.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Hoseok’s moans getting higher in pitch as he neared his climax. Oh god. He was so gorgeous, with those pretty noises spilling from his cherry-red lips, matching his flushed cheeks. And that cock… With a weeping tip and prominent veins, you didn’t know how you were going to stop thinking about it. You bit your lip, tugging at the edge of your skirt as you rubbed your thighs together. You never imagined you could get so turned on at the sight of your best friend humping your pillow.

Hoseok sped up his pace, rubbing his beautiful cock over every inch of that pillow, his moans getting louder and louder. “Yes, Y/n, just like that, don’t stop,” he whined.

Fuck. Without any more hesitation, you slid your fingers down the waistband of your skirt, moving the fabric of your panties aside to rub the pad of your middle finger along your moist folds. Hoseok’s hips stuttered as he got closer and closer to orgasm, his moans coming out more like gasps. You rubbed your clit in time with his hips, faster and faster until you were sure you were going to orgasm right there in the hallway.

“Y/n, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Hoseok groaned lowly just before white spurted all over your pillowcase, spreading like creamy icing over a hot cinnamon roll. If you were wet before, you were positively soaked now. Hoseok fell back onto your bed, panting. You quickly stepped away from the door, afraid he would see you peeping at him, or worse, see the hand you still had down your panties. You pressed your back against the wall, trying to control your breathing as your impending orgasm slipped away.

You heard rustling noises then footsteps heading toward you, and before you could move, Hoseok opened the door, still completely naked, holding your cum-stained pillow over his crotch. His eyes were on the ground, so you had a second to compose yourself before stepping in front of him. “Hi Hobi.”

You had never seen him jump so hard. “Y/n!” he yelped. “Wh-What are you doing here?!”

“I live here.”

You glanced down Hoseok’s body, his hand clutching the pillow so tight you could see the white of his knuckles. “Whatcha doing, roomie?”

“I was just… just…”

You crossed your arms. “Arranging my pillows for me?”

Hoseok’s eyes darted from side to side. “Uh… yes?”

You cocked an eyebrow. “In the nude?”

“I-I-I was j-just-”

“Save it.”

You reached over and tugged the pillow away from him, clicking your tongue at the wet stains littering the fabric. “Hobi, do you know how much these pillows cost? Not to mention my 800 thread count Egyptian cotton pillowcases!”

Hoseok stared at you in shock, covering his cock with his hands. “I-I’m so sorry Y/n, I was just on my way to washing it-”

“Wash it? Oh baby, you’ll clean more than just my pillowcase,” you said, your voice dangerously low.

You stepped toward him, smirking when he blushed deeply at your close proximity to his naked body. You gently removed his hands and began to stroke his softening length, standing on your tiptoes and putting your lips to his ear. “You’re going to also clean up the mess you made in my panties,” you whispered, relishing in the way he shivered as your breath fanned over his skin. “With your tongue.”

Hoseok gulped before nodding. “O-Okay.”

You crashed your lips into his, shoving your tongue down his cavern, completely dominating his mouth with yours. You hungrily devoured his soft, red lips, enjoying the way he moaned when you bit down on his bottom lip and gently sucked on it. Hoseok slid his palms towards your ass, massaging it roughly before you slapped his hands away. “No, no, no,” you teased, beckoning him into your room with a finger. “No touching until you’ve made me cum with that tongue of yours. You already got to cum, so it’s only fair.”

Hoseok grinned sheepishly, running a hand through his dark, mussed hair. “Yeah, about that…”

You clicked your tongue. “Later. I need you to eat me out, now.”

You lay back on the bed, giving Hoseok plenty to look at as you slid your panties down your thighs, using your foot to toss them elsewhere. “Holy fucking shit,” he murmured, kneeling on the ground in front of you. He didn’t dare touch, just stared at your pussy like it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“Hands behind your back,” you commanded, glee zipping through you when he obeyed without question.

Hoseok leaned in, leaving wet kisses along the insides of your thighs, working his way up to your core. Your muscles were already trembling from the anticipation, but nevertheless, you stayed propped up on your elbows so you could see every bit of the action. Finally, he licked a long strip up your center, causing you to let out a loud groan.

“Fuck, baby, just like that,” you hissed.

He did it over and over again, his tongue dragging from your perineum to your clit, like he was trying to memorize your taste. Without warning, he shoved his tongue inside of you then withdrew it, flicking it back in and out of your pussy, fucking you in a way you’d never been fucked before. “Oh god, Hobi,” you moaned, grabbing a fistful of his silky hair. “More, more, please more.”

You felt him smirk against your folds before he put that tongue back to work, dragging it over your clit before he wrapped his lips around it and sucked, hard. “Fuck!” you cried out. “Hoseok, I’m gonna… I’m gonna, fuck!”

He finished his assault on your clit and went back to tongue-fucking you, lapping up the gush from your orgasm, not letting a drop go to waste.

You tugged on his hair, dragging him up to face you before you rewarded him with kisses, tasting yourself as you sucked on his gorgeous tongue.

You felt Hoseok’s hard length against your thighs, but he didn’t dare try anything without your permission. “Hobi,” you murmured, staring deeply into his dark eyes. “Fuck me.”

He wasted no time in unbuttoning your blouse, leaving deep purple hickies along your cleavage as he fumbled with the clasp on your bra. “Awww, baby having trouble?” you giggled, undoing it for him.

Hoseok blushed, shyly turning away from your exposed chest. “It’s okay,” you murmured as you unzipped your skirt and slid it off your body. “You can look at me.”

He took a deep breath before turning toward you, his mouth falling open at the sight of your naked form. You smirked, straddling him. “Your cock is so pretty,” you moaned as you felt his tip prod your entrance.

Hoseok held back a groan, biting down on his bottom lip. You slowly took him inside of you, relishing in the stretch, the curve of his cock hitting your g-spot perfectly. “Oh my god, Hobi,” you whimpered. “If I’d known what you had hidden down here, I would’ve tried to get in your pants forever ago.”

You began to move, slowly sliding up his cock until it was almost out before sliding back down it again. Hoseok moved with you, fucking up into you, making you gasp. Oh yeah. You were gonna be sore tomorrow. You increased your pace, slapping sounds filling the air. You could tell Hoseok was holding back, trying not to get too turned on, biting back his moans as best he could.

“C’mon baby, I wanna hear you,” you said, trying to encourage him to let go.

“Can’t,” he grunted. “I’ll cum.”

At that, you increased your pace even more. “You better not,” you teased, panting. “You’ve gotta satisfy me first.”

You took him as deep as you possibly could before circling your hips, savoring the way his cock felt inside of you. Hoseok kneaded the flesh of your ass, biting down on your shoulder. “Fuck Y/n,” he murmured, soothing the bites with wet kisses. “You’re better than I imagined.”

Motivated by his praise, you kissed him, hard, before bouncing up and down on his cock once more. Hoseok gripped your ass, helping you move as your muscles began to tremble. His dick was hitting all the right spots, the curve of his shaft rubbing perfectly against your g-spot. “Hobi, I think I’m going to-” you moaned, but you couldn’t even finish your sentence before your orgasm washed over you in a tidal wave of pleasure.

You moaned loudly, one hand wound in his soft, dark hair, the other pulling his torso flush against yours as you rode out your orgasm. But you weren’t done yet. Determined to make Hosoek feel as good as you did, you began to move your hips once more, your ass jiggling as you rode him.

“Fuck, Y/n!” he cried out. “You’re gonna make me cum if you keep this up.”

You tugged on his earlobe with your teeth. “That’s the point,” you panted. “Cum for me, baby.”

His moans got higher in pitch and louder, and you knew it was time. Just before he came, you hopped off him and shoved his beautiful cock down your throat, swallowing down every bit of his orgasm. Glee zipped through you, giving you goosebumps, at the sight of his shaking thighs. “Holy shit, that was amazing,” he panted, flopping back on your bed.

“Holy shit, indeed,” you agreed, laying down and snuggling up to him.

He wrapped an arm around you and drew you close. The two of you stayed like that for a long while, almost falling asleep, before you asked the question that had been nagging at the back of your mind. “So… how long have you been befouling my poor pillows?”

Hoseok chuckled nervously. “Bout a month now.”

You sat up. “A whole month?!”

“Uh… yes. Since the party at Namjoon’s.”

You pursed your lips. “What changed? You’ve never shown any signs of wanting me before.”

“You did,” Hoseok said, sitting up as well and touching his nose to yours. “Remember when we played ‘Seven Minutes in Heaven?’”

You rubbed your forehead. “Not really. I had a lot to drink that night.”

“Oh, well… you got paired up with me, and when we got inside the bedroom, w-we made out.”

“I vaguely remember this,” you said, frowning. “But was it really so good, it made you want me?”

“I already kind of wanted you,” Hoseok admitted. “We’ve lived together for two years now, so I’ve caught glimpses into your sex life. A thong here, a flash of your ass there. But it wasn’t until then that I realized just how much I wanted to fuck you.”

Hoseok rolled over you, nudging your legs apart with a thigh. “And then some.”

“So… you wanted to fuck me so badly, you came in here and defiled my pillows instead?”

A smile tugged one side of his mouth upward. “Something like that. At first, it was just me jerking off to the thought of you, but then I began to want more. And your pillows? They smell like you. They were the next best thing to having the real you.”

Warmth coursed through your veins at his words. You rolled over, taking him with you, until you were straddling him once more. “That’s hot,” you murmured, kissing him sensually.

You pulled away from him abruptly, making his eyes flutter open. “But Hobi?” you said. “If you feel the need to hump something that smells like me again, just come find me. I’ll be happy to oblige.”

Hoseok smirked. “I look forward to it.”

I Missed You

Disclaimers: I don’t own the gift I used for my header 😁 Creator is credited.

Original Request: “Hi there! A request. Maybe you will do or maybe you wont' but still, can you do a imagine where hobi is a sugar daddy, and he spoils the reader annd you know what happens next😅”

A Note from Kutemouse: Well hello there kutie pie! You’re the first requester I’ve had in so long, thank you so much for sending this in! When I read your request, my first thought was, “Oh hell yes.” I’ve been feeling Hobi lately (hence “Pillow Talk” 😂), but I haven’t written a dom Hoseok fic yet. Thank you, dear kutie, for allowing me to write this. It was honestly such a pleasure.

Btw, doesn’t this amazing gif SCREAM daddy Hoseok? 🥵

(Like half of this is unedited)

Rating: R (18+ only)

Genre: Smutty Smut

Warnings: Sugar daddy Hoseok, sugar baby Y/n, a shit ton of making out described in detail, sexual descriptions and words, oral (m receiving), Daddy/Baby Girl relationship and kink, Hobi softly collars Y/n, dom Hoseok (f*ck yes), swears to the max, bit o’ fluff.

Word Count: There are words.

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I Missed You (Jung Hoseok, One-Shot, Smut)

Jung Hoseok sighed as he unlocked the door to your apartment. It had been a long few weeks, full of non-stop travel, interviews, photoshoots, and of course, live performances. Now that the pandemic seemed to be ebbing, BTS’ schedule was busier than ever. But this weekend? This weekend would be dedicated to you.

He hadn’t seen you in nearly a month, and except for the occasional text and video chat, you seemed to be keeping busy as well. You joined a pilates class and threw yourself into doing well at university. Your last paper had received resounding praise from your professor, thanks to the hours of research you had poured into it. The truth was, you were keeping yourself occupied so you wouldn’t have time to miss, or even think about, Hobi.

The arrangement the two of you had was unique, that was for sure. Hoseok knew he barely had any time to date, along with the fact that he was constantly in the public eye, and the last thing he wanted was to have to sneak around and subject his partner to possible hate and humiliation. With that mindset, Hoseok kept his eye out for a girl who he could share a few days here and there with, who wouldn’t mind hardly ever seeing him, and who wouldn’t need the type of commitment he knew he could never give.

The pandemic allowed Hoseok to easily go out without being recognized, and one morning he donned a mask and baseball cap to pick up coffee at the cafe down the block. You were nearly at the end of your first shift on the job, thank god. A number of wealthy snobs lived around the area and were extremely particular about their order and service, plus you still had your second job to get to.

You caught Hoseok’s eye the second he walked in. “Hi there, welcome,” you greeted, turning from a table you were wiping down. “What can I get you?”

For Hoseok, there was no going back after that. He visited the cafe as often as he could, always in disguise and always hoping for a brief conversation with you. He enjoyed the way your soft, pink lips would turn up in a small smile whenever you saw him and the way your cheeks flushed whenever he flirted with you. If only he could get you alone.

He finally got his chance. You were taking the trash out to the dumpster behind the building when he approached you. You felt like a mess, what with coffee stains littering the front of your apron and your hair falling out of its bun, but he would’ve taken you right then and there if he could. “Hi Y/n,” he said, lowering his mask to reveal himself at last. You started. “O-Oh! Hey there! Um, this is actually the back entrance, but if you come in through the front, I’ll start on your order right-”

“I wanted to speak to you, actually,” he said.

You stood there, holding onto the garbage bags like they were your lifeline, a flush already creeping up your cheeks. “A-About what?” you stammered, nervous in the presence of such a handsome guy.

“I know this may seem strange, but I’d like to take you on a date. It can’t be anywhere public, though. Would you be willing to meet me at this address?” He lifted the strap of your apron and slid a business card underneath it, staring deeply into your eyes as he bit down on his bottom lip.

Your face was so red it might as well have been on fire. “A d-date? With me?”

Hoseok nodded. “My phone number is also on that card. Text me if you can’t make it. Wear something nice. See you at eight.”

Without giving you any time to protest, he spun on his heel and left. Later that day, the latest BTS song, “Life Goes On,” played over your cafe’s radio. As Hoseok’s heart-warming, mellow voice came through the speakers, you dropped the mug you were holding, ceramic shards flying everywhere. Your coworker asked if you were okay but you couldn’t answer. You couldn’t tell her you’d been asked out on a private date with Jung Hoseok, and you hadn’t even recognized who he was until that moment.

You showed up for your date much too early, wearing a halter-neckline peach-colored dress underneath a black coat. It turned out the address was in a large, ornate apartment building. You had to get through a gate where a security officer checked your ID to make sure it matched a name on a list, as well as be issued a visitor’s keycard that would allow you access to the elevator for one night only. You knocked softly on the door, pulling down your mask so you could be recognized through the peephole. Hoseok opened the door, wearing a custom-tailored suit jacket over a white shirt, the top few buttons undone to show off his caramel-toned skin.

“Thanks for coming,” he said as he slipped off your coat, admiring the soft skin of your shoulders. He couldn’t wait to taste it.

The date went well. Hoseok had ordered the most exquisite food and a few bottles of wine. After a glass, you loosened up a bit. You had questions, of course. Hoseok answered them all before presenting the idea that had been filling his head since he first laid eyes on you. He said that he wanted the two of you to keep seeing each other but with conditions. You would move to this apartment, only mere minutes away from the apartment complex BTS lived in, and Hoseok would pay all your living expenses. He knew the reason you worked two jobs was to try and save up to go to university, but if you agreed to the arrangement, he’d pay your tuition and fees in full. The only thing he asked in return is that you would essentially be his girlfriend whenever he was in town, providing him a respite from being one of the world’s biggest pop stars. You’d have to sign an NDA contract, of course, but other than that, you were free to come and go as you pleased, free to pursue whatever course of study you wanted at university, and free to live your life without worrying about money.

You could hardly speak after all that, let alone provide him with an answer. He’d pay for everything? Everything? And all you had to do is act the devoted girlfriend whenever he happened to have time off? But Hoseok was clear. This wouldn’t be a typical relationship. He’d be gone for weeks, if not months, at a time, and he’d only have a few days a year to spend with you. You couldn’t get clingy or demand more from him, otherwise, he’d cut ties and let you go. He didn’t have time for arguments or drama.

After a couple days went by with nothing else on your mind, you texted him to tell him you concurred with the arrangement. After all, you really wanted to go to university and study medicine. A medical student’s schedule was extremely busy, so you wouldn’t have time for love anyway. The two of you seemed meant to be.

A year went by without incident, but you found with each visit, you began to miss Hoseok more and more. You missed talking to him, missed his contagious laughter, his bright smile, his jokes. You missed the nights spent tangled up in the sheets, his heated kisses, and the marks he left all over your body. And he, in return, began to miss you as well. He chose to show his affection with gifts, however, trying to hide how he really felt behind showering you with designer clothing and accessories.

This time, he showed up with a bouquet of purple tulips, your favorite, and a scarlet velvet box. “Y/n?” Hoseok called out.

“In here!”

He stepped into the kitchen, where you were stirring a pot over the stove. You wore a white apron over your blouse and skirt, your hair held up in a clip as you cooked. It was enough to ramp up the needy desire for you Hoseok had been feeling into overdrive. He wrapped his arms around you, hands sliding up to grope your breasts, grinding his hips against your backside. “Baby girl,” he murmured against your skin as he nuzzled your neck, taking the clip out of your hair and letting it fall down your back. He began to leave hungry, wet kisses along your jaw.

You groaned, your eyes fluttering closed. “H-Hobi, wait, I’m in the middle of making dinner.”

Even as the sentence came out of your mouth, you knew your protest was only half-hearted. Truth was, you couldn’t wait to get him in bed.

“Let it simmer,” Hoseok growled, reaching over the stove to turn down the heat. “And give me what I’m really hungry for.”

You turned, eyes wide. “Wh-What are you hungry for?”

He smirked. “You.”

Hoseok lifted you on the counter, his palms sliding up your skirt and teasing the edge of your thigh-high stockings as he eagerly devoured your lips. You allowed him to dominate your mouth, moaning as his tongue twirled around yours.

He separated from you, leaving you with eyes closed and breathless, before slowly peeling off each of your stockings, trailing kisses along your inner thighs as he did so. With a sly grin, he sat in one of the kitchen chairs, spreading his legs apart to show off how hard you made him. “Daddy’s had a long week, baby girl,” he murmured. “Why don’t you come over here and make me feel better?”

His words had you slipping off the counter to your knees, crawling eagerly towards him until you got close enough to undo his belt buckle and lower his zipper. Eyes locked on his, you took out his rock-hard length, your mouth watering at the sight. It was, to this day, the most gorgeous cock you had ever seen. Long, thick, with a perfect curve that served to hit all the right spots inside of you, it was safe to say you were addicted.

You licked a long strip up to the soft skin of the head, which you sucked gently like it was the most delectable lollipop. Hoseok hissed in appreciation, his fingertips scraping along your scalp until he gathered your hair in a fist and shoved his cock fully in your mouth. “Fuck,” he groaned, holding himself deep down your throat as you swallowed around him.

Hoseok didn’t let you breathe until you tapped his thigh, causing him to slide his cock out of your mouth all at once before shoving it in again. You let him fuck your mouth, grunting as he set a brutal pace. Occasionally, he let out a moan that sent heat straight down to your core, finding pleasure in his gratification.

He withdrew his cock from your mouth for the last time, panting as you coughed and sputtered. He took a napkin and bent down, gently wiping your mouth and cheeks until the only evidence of your debauchery left was the flush of your skin. “I have a gift for you,” he said, helping you stand.

“You do?”

“Mmhmm.”

Hoseok took your hand and led you down the hall until you both stood in front of the full-length mirror in your bathroom. He drew the velvet box from his pocket, smiling as you gasped. “Oh, Hobi, you didn’t have to.”

“Hush,” he said, stepping behind you.

This gift, unlike his others, was simple yet expensive. It was a gold necklace with a thin chain and a small, emerald-encrusted pendant that read, “Hoseok” in gold lettering.

He put it around your neck, smoothing your hair out of the way. “Do you like it?”

“I actually love it,” you said, touching the pendant in disbelief. “But you didn’t have to get me anything.”

Hoseok met your eyes in the mirror. “This will remind you of me when I’m gone. It even has my favorite color gemstone. Green, the color of hope.”

You smiled. “I noticed.”

He leaned down to whisper in your ear. “I’ll wait in the bedroom. I want you wearing nothing but the necklace.”

You nodded, shivers running down your spine. He left you to undress as he also undressed, tossing his clothes in a corner and stroking himself as he sat on the bed to wait. You came in shortly, completely naked except for the necklace as told. Hoseok grasped your hips and yanked you close, twirling his tongue around each of your nipples as you gasped, running your fingers through his dark, silky hair. He nipped at the flesh of your breasts, occasionally sucking and leaving deep purple marks. “Turn around,” he ordered softly.

You obeyed, presenting your ass to him. He sat you on his lap and spread your thighs apart before taking his middle finger and stroking your clit. You shuddered, gasping as he continued his ministrations, relishing in how wet you were for him. “You’re always so ready for Daddy, aren’t you baby girl?”

You nodded, leaning back into Hoseok’s chest as he sped up his pace. He dipped his finger inside of you and circled it around, the pad of his palm pressing against your clit. “Oh god,” you gasped, knowing you weren’t going to last much longer.

Without warning, Hoseok began to rub your clit again with the tips of his fingers, circling your sweet spot faster and faster until you were squirming in his hold. “D-Daddy, I’m going to-”

“Cum baby girl, c’mon, soak these fingers,” he growled.

You cried out as your orgasm washed over you and drowned you in pleasure, cum squirting out all over Hoseok’s fingers and his lap. He didn’t let up, continuing to rub your clit until you grabbed his hand, begging him to stop due to the overstimulation.

You whined when he took his fingers away, the open air flowing over your wet pussy making you shiver. Hoseok turned you around and licked his fingers, the sight of his lips wrapped around each digit driving you crazy. He kissed you then, letting you taste the sweetness of your pussy.

He maneuvered you onto the bed and grasped your hips once more, lifting them until they were level with his cock. “Ready, baby girl?” he asked, pressing a palm in the middle of your back.

You nodded. “Please Daddy, please fuck me.”

Hoseok growled. “I fucking love it when you beg.”

He shoved his cock into your dripping pussy, stretching you out until you didn’t think you could take any more. A whole year of getting fucked by Hoseok and you still could barely take the full length of his dick. He slid almost all the way out of you before shoving himself back in and repeating the action, causing your entire body to tremble with the force of his thrusts. Your legs buckled and began to slide down the sheets until you were practically lying on your stomach, which was just fine with Hoseok as he leaned over you and rammed himself into you even deeper than before.

You moaned into the mattress, grabbing at the sheets until your knuckles turned white, trying to keep yourself grounded as Hoseok fucked you so hard you saw white spots at the edges of your vision. His grunts got louder and higher in pitch, and you knew he was getting close. Just the thought of him painting your insides with his cum had you on the edge, crying out as he hit your g-spot.

“Cum for me baby, squeeze that pussy around my cock,” Hoseok panted, feeling you beginning to contract.

You moaned loudly. “Right there, Daddy, right there, oh my god, I’m gonna-” Your second orgasm hit you like a truck, causing your eyes to roll back in your head, your mouth parted open as your breath stopped, every muscle in your pussy constricting around Hoseok’s beautiful cock.

He couldn’t take it anymore and thrust into you one last time, shooting load after load into your tight hole with a loud groan. He lifted you up as his cock softened inside of you, pulling your sweaty back against his torso, rubbing your stomach affectionately. You rolled your head to the side to capture his lips in a kiss, pushing and pulling at lips with yours. “God, I missed you,” you murmured.

Hoseok tensed. Shit. You weren’t supposed to let him know you felt attached to him and missed him when he was gone. That was the type of commitment he swore he didn’t want in this relationship.

“I mean, I missed this,” you said, backtracking. The way his eyebrows were furrowed worried you.

“Yeah,” he muttered, pulling out of you and going inside the bathroom.

Damn it. You lay down, rubbing a hand over your forehead. Why the hell did you say that?

Hoseok came back with a washcloth and wiped down your body, erasing the mess he made from your body. He caught sight of the necklace bearing his name and smirked before laying down beside you, cuddling your body close.

“Hey,” he murmured, causing you to look up at him into those dark, sparkling eyes. One corner of his mouth turned up. “I missed you too.”

Warmth flooded your chest and you snuggled into his side. You didn’t know if he had feelings for you, and you didn’t know if you had feelings for him, but you did know that he cared about you enough to miss you, and that, for now, was enough.

Jungkooks full sleeve photo is the most coveted and valuable picture in the industry. Every photograper is waiting for him to slip up and show some skin. Hired by Dispatch to catch him when he's most vulnerable, will you be able get the money shot? 18+ Smut

Exposed

Scheduled to go last, Jungkook nervously stood watching Taehyung finish his session. Not only was the concept of the shoot strange for him, the photographer was also really sexy,  the guys had spent the day texting back and forth about her. Of course Tae had nailed it, they were looking for raw sex appeal and vulnerability but Jungkook was afraid all he could pull off was cute baby bunny.  The next comeback was supposed to be about ego and personal identity, basically them stepping out of their fan assumed contrived personas. A more grown up take on their image was in order, and Jungkook just hadn't been able to figure out who he really was yet, let alone how much of himself he was ready to reveal.  

"Thanks Tae, you're a superstar" you high fived him as he gathered his stuff to leave. Jungkook apprehensively approached introducing himself.  His hair was long and wavy and his stylists chose a wardrobe of a loose fitting button down with ripped jeans and black combat boots. He looked delicious but it was a look you'd seen a million times on him in every other magazine spread. "You look nervous Jungkook, what can we do to fix that?" His shy smile made him look so young. "I'm just not used to this type of shoot, I don't know if I can do sexy," he giggled at his own words. Perhaps pulling him out of his shell would be harder than you thought, "I think we're going to be ok." You pushed his hair back a little and stared at him, "It's not the sexy that's lacking here, it's your confidence Guk. Sorry, is it ok if I call you that?" He nodded, "So where do you want me? You knew exactly where you wanted him but didn't want to make it look calculated. Looking around the set you mused out loud, "I shot Tae on the couch and Jimin felt comfortable doing his in the shower so why don't we get you to take the bed" his eyebrow raised and his lips pursed together. "I heard you may be a bit shy so I ordered a closed set. It's just us okay? Why don't you go and just hang out on it and I'll get the lights set up." 

You looked over and he was laying on the bed texting, taking your time you wanted him to relax.  

Group Chat 

J.K: She is HOT. Her skirt is so short, holy shit. I have to shoot on the bed, should I make a move? Did anyone? 

Jimin: I made sure to "accidentally" splash water on her white shirt while I did my shower shots. She seemed immune to my charms 😞

Jin: We had to do ours outside too many people watching to openly flirt. 

Yoongi:JK, I'll give you a million won if you can get through your shoot without cumming in your pants. 

RM: So disrespectful, she's a professional. Those tits though 👌

"Are you ready to start?" You asked trying to pull his attention away from his phone. "Yeah,  I think I'm ready now." Moving around the room with the camera you tested several angels as he posed, laying back, leaning over, grabbing the pillow. Shaking your head you weren't satisfied, "Jungkook, when you're at home relaxing do you wear combat boots?" He laughed, "No, especially not while I'm laying on the bed." Walking over to him you bent down and started undoing his boots, "What about that shirt? Does it need to be buttoned right up? Maybe we could lose a few?" You threw his boot across the room, "May I?" You asked tugging at the toe of his sock. "Ahhhh you're one of those foot people" he chuckled. "Well I'm not, but if I was, your feet are actually pretty nice." He blushed turning his attention to his shirt, "is this better?" Leaning over you crumpled the sheets around him, it was 100% intentional that your breasts just happened to be in his face while you propped the pillow under his head. His hand moved swiftly to pull his shirt over his growing hard on, he was fucked and he knew it. 

"Looking better," you coached his posing as you snapped off a few more shots. "Just better?" he sounded disappointed that he couldn't pull sexy off for you. "Will you trust me Guk?" You asked him as you stood up on the bed over him. Gulping hard he nodded, he wasn't sure what you had planned but being as he could see your panties he was sure he wouldn't mind. 

You set the camera down beside him and leaned down to unbutton his shirt the rest of the way. Exposing his chest and abs you let out a subtle hiss, "well, that's something. Close your eyes okay… trust me, this is going to make the shot incredible." Closing his eyes his brain went into overdrive trying to figure out what you were up to. Goosebumps took over his body when he felt you straddle his lap, your hands moved through his hair disrupting the perfection and your chest pressed softly against him as your mouth connected with his. His lips were soft and his tongue worked quickly to gain entry into yours. He was about to wrap his arms around you, when you stood up and grabbed the camera. Snapping just as he opened his eyes in wonder, "What the fuck was that?" holding up the digital screen you smiled proudly. "This Jungkook, is sexy.  Look at your face, you look totally needy and unravelled. "Taking the camera out of your hands he inspected the photo and smiled. It certainly wasn't a side of himself he'd ever seen before. "Shall we continue then?" you asked. "I'm yours, use me however you see fit," he conceded. "I was really hoping you'd say that," resuming you stance over him you took control. "Let's show them you're a man now, it's time for everyone to accept that you have desires, I'm going to put my leg in the frame and I want you to run your hands over it like you want me." Closer than before, he could now see your panties had little pink polka dots adorning them, "shouldn't be a problem" he muttered under his breath.

You egged him on, the camera clicking frame after frame, he was getting totally lost in the moment. Sitting up he wrapped his arm around your thigh and brought his face as close as he could to nestle beside your mound.  "Fuck Kookie, stay just like that but move your other hand so it's resting on the bulge in your jeans." His mind was swimming with dirty thoughts as you spoke so frankly. You'd gotten him into a zone, was he just posing or was he just as turned on as you? The answer came soon enough as you felt his hand move under your skirt. His fingertips ran over your wet panties and you could feel his breath on your thighs, "Is this sexy?" He asked while brushing his nose into your clit, "It's amazing Guk," Hooking his finger into the elastic he pulled your thong to the side and his warm tongue lapped against your folds. "That feels really good baby but we still have to get a few more shots. Let me take care of you okay?" You tried to back away from his mouth but he got in a few last greddy sucks before detaching his lips and wiping off his mouth. "You should have left that there, it would have made a great addition to the pictures." He grabbed you around the waist pulling you on top of him  "Let's put it back then." You had to stay focused, "Can we take some with your shirt off?" You began running your hands over his chest, kissing his abs. He was hesitant, 

"I'm not supposed to show my tattoos, management won't let me." Moaning you sat up and took your shirt off, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." He couldn't help but stare at the metal piercings that ran through each of your nipples. "I don't care what anyone thinks about my piercings, I did it for me and for my pleasure, who gives a shit about anyone else's opinion. These tattoos represent you, you should be proud to show people who you really are." He sat up with you still straddling his lap and let you push his shirt off down his arms. Your fingers traced over the details as you admired the artwork over his bicep. "This is sexy, you having the confidence to do what you want with your body." Kissing your breasts he was lost in the empowerment you were giving him, "Do you know what I really want to do with my body?" You couldn't help but smirk, "I want to fuck you and I want you to take pictures while I do it." 

"That's one way to get the shot, fuck Jungkook I didnt think you would be so into this." Grabbing him away from your chest you pushed him flat on his back. You let your hands and fingertips admire his body before they made their way to his zipper.  Pulling it down slowly his cock strained against the elastic of his black boxers. Palming him gently you grabbed the camera with your free hand and took some pictures of him, "These are phenomenal Kookie, why don't you take the camera while I put your cock in my mouth." 

Pulling his boxers down just enough to free him, you smiled, "how the hell do you manage to look so innocent when your walking around with this in your pants?" His dick was a smooth honey brown that curved upwards, thicker than you thought he'd be with a beautiful cut tip. You saw the flash and looked up at him, "This ones for me." You weren't often the subject of photos but Jungkook was a photographer too and he'd decided two could play the game of directing the shot. "Wrap those lips around me and fucking suck it," God you loved dirty talk. He wrapped your hair around his hand pulling it off your face, "that's beautiful, eyes up here,  look at me while you're choking on it." Abandoning the camera to get lost in the pleasure, he fell back on the bed. Popping him out of your mouth he whined at the loss of sensation, "You want more Kookie?" he nodded. Laying on top of him you sucked marks onto his neck, "You want me to ride your beautiful cock?" He still had his pants on, laying vulnerable, bare chested with his dick out begging for attention. Pulling your panties to the side you lined him up with your entrance and sank him deep inside you. The gutteral moan he let out was animalistic, he was so far gone in pleasure that you'd never seen a more beautiful surrender. He was calling out your name as you snapped pictures of his ecstasy,  sweat making his skin glisten under the set lighting. You abruptly got off him, "why do you keep stopping?" You laughed at his desperate voice, "I want you completely naked Jungkook, I'm not done with you yet." He eagerly moved to get the rest of his clothes off and grabbed you so your bodies were pressed together. He stared at you for a minute, tucking some hair behind your ear, "Why are you staring at me?" He smiled, "I want to capture this picture with my memory," he kissed you softly on the lips. Just as you started to blush at his tender response he smacked your ass and said "flip it over, I'm using the camera for this one." Grabbing your waist firmly you laughed and squirmed as he wrestled you onto your stomach. "All fours babe," he commanded as you complied wiggling your ass at him, "I'm really into the bold side of you Guk." Positioning himself behind you he gave you a hard squeeze as he stuffed his dick back inside you.  He was rough with his thrusts and little cries left you every time he bottomed out. The curve of his dick had his head rubbing into your g spot perfectly, the pleasure and pain brought you to orgasam quickly as you clenched around him milking his cock as he came hard inside you. "Hold still," he demanded, grabbing your camera you could hear the clicks, "so fucking beautiful." Laying down together spent he pulled up his final shot, his cum was dripping out of your pink abused pussy. "I think this one's my favourite."

As much as you wanted to lay here in post coital bliss, you still had a job to finish. "This is it, the final shot, Jungkook all fucked out." You arranged the top sheet to just cover his tired cock, pubic hair peeking out, muscular tattooed arms on display, sheets disheveled, hair wild and a grin that could only be caused by one thing. "That's a wrap" 

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link #1. seok had a long day at rehearsal, he’s been thinking about you nonstop and wants you to ride his fingers until you shake. “aww you can’t even stay still~ you like it when i play with your sensitive pussy, baby?”

link #2. this is what you get for going out with no bra on and a tight little shirt. you decided to prance around in public like this when he can’t do anything. well then, he has no choice but to pay attention to his slut when you both get home. even if you beg him to stop he’ll be too occupied to care.

link #3. sometimes hoseok was just in the mood to bend you over and watch his big cock slide in and out of you as tears run down your face from pleasure

link #4. hoseok knows how much you love his hands, so he constantly spoils you. sensually running them over your burning hot skin “that’s my good girlll~ keep your hands to yourself baby, no touching.” “oh-ho is daddy teasing too much? so mean huh? you just wanna come? yeah, little slut?” he teases in a whiny voice mimicking yours.

link #5. he loves your boobs, you look like such an angel bouncing up and down on his cock and clenching around him when he smacks your tits. a reminder that he owns you, he owns your body and can do whatever the fuck he wants with it. and you’ll always take it like a good little submissive.

link #6. whenever hoseok gets a break from his military duties he always comes back stronger, buffer. you moan uncontrollably as his muscles flex while he fingers you, wrapping a protective arm around your waist to keep you close. he won’t stop kissing you! daddy missed you so much.

link #7. your english professor mr. jung think’s you’re the prettiest little thing he’s ever seen. next thing you know he has you sprawled out on his bed, rubbing your clit so hard you see stars. “you’re my favorite, honey. anyone ever made you feel this good before? just me?”

link #8. hoseok is always so amazed at the sight of your tight little hole stretching out around his dick, so he records it. you’re like a work of art, a moaning mess, tied up, gasping when his long cock fills you up all the way. and art is meant to be admired.

link #9. seokie has incredibly strong stamina. you’ve lost track of how many hours you two have been at it but— he fucks like he dances, never losing energy, always ready for more. holding you close and using his lower body strength to his advantage. “you look out of breath? is daddy’s cock getting too much for you?”

link #10. hoseok think’s your pussy is the most gorgeous thing he’s ever seen. “lay down, ass up.” he want’s to spread apart your pretty lips, jiggle your asscheeks in his strong hands. “look at this slutty little skirt you have on. not even wearing panties? you must really need some good dick, huh?”

link #11. hoseok loves breeding your addictive pussy. dumping all his hot sticky cum into your used hole and fucking it back in until it starts dripping and gushing out of you. he loves how you chant ‘yes yes yes!’ in your little whiny pathetic voice. “fuckk! babygirl!”

link #12. hoseok loves playing with you, it’s so satisfying watching his baby squirm in pleasure, cumming over and over again. he just watches in awe as you try your very best to be a good girl for him and stay still.

link #13. hoseok can do nothing about the way his dick is twitching against his stomach as you lay back on him. crying out his name as you squirt all over his expensive sheets. “more, more, more. keep cumming baby. fuck! give daddy more.” he moans, rubbing your red and swollen clit at a maddening rate.

This is EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED

Hope you get blessed with clear skin

XOXO♡♡

Repercussions

A Hoseok x Namjoon x Reader Fanfiction

Summer madness 7/32 Y/N is fed up of not being the center of attention because Namjoon and Hoseok are busy. But can she handle it when bratting gets her EXACTLY what she asked for? Degradation, name-calling, fem oral, Dom/sub

"I'm kinda busy here sweetheart." Namjoon dismisses you.

The rapper is bent over his mixing boards, hard at work on what is sure to be the next big thing on the Korean music scene. Too bad you didn't really care all that much, the South Korean public had monopolised more than enough of his time, especially with enlistment coming up. It left you feeling particularly sour about the lack of attention you had been receiving of late, both from Namjoon and Hoseok.

You drape yourself over Namjoon's shoulders and sigh dramatically. He rolls his eyes but continues with his work, largely ignoring you in favour of his new album.

You walk your fingers along his arm, tracing the veins that stick out along his biceps.

"Love we can play later." He says shrugging you off.

"But I want to play now." You whine in the most petulant voice you can muster.

He looks up at you finally, but it's not the look of defeat you'd been hoping for. His tongue is buried in his cheek, one eyebrow raised. It's a look that tells you he is not in the mood for you to be bratty right now...

It's a look that might've worked on you ordinarily, sent you whimpering off with your tail between your legs to wait for him on his terms. Except he has told you later twice this week and fallen asleep before later ever arrived. This time you weren't willing to back down.

"That look has never been followed by anything good." You tease.

You make yourself comfortable on his sofa as he watches. You make a point of laying against the arm and arching your back in a way you know accentuates your curves, a pose he wouldn't normally refuse. You close your eyes and run your hands down your body, groaning as you ghost over your breasts. They continue down past your belly button, hovering at the tops of your thighs.

You open one eye to glance at him, to make sure your audience is truly captive. His knuckles are turning white from holding on to his knees too tightly.

"Y/N..." It's a warning, his voice low and gravelly.

"What? If you don't want to play I might as well make myself comfortable."

Your hands continue. You let your skirt fall upwards exposing your thighs properly. You dig your nails into the unmarred flesh leaving red marks in your wake.

"Y/N stop." He commands, but you've gone too far to listen.

You play with the seem of your panties. Your finger dips across the growing wet patch in the middle of the fabric, the coolness of your hand making you shiver. A hand reaches out and covers yours and you think you've won.

You open both your eyes to look at Namjoon but your triumph is quickly replaced with dread when you meet his eyes.

"Y/N I love you so much, but right now you are testing the limits of that love."

Your stomach drops and immediately you sit upright. He brings his hand up to your face and caresses your cheek as you whimper under his touch.

"I said later, sweetheart."

You nod this time and he releases your face. He turns back to his work and it is clear that is all that will be said on the matter for now.

You decide to go in search of Hobi. His mood hadn't been particularly cheery this morning, but perhaps he might be easier to sway than Namjoon.

You find the man in your 'everything room'. A spare bedroom that you had converted for use as a dance studio, gym, movie theatre, and other recreational activities. Your favourite feature happened to be the closet that turned around to reveal Hobi's favourite toys. It fills you with hope when you see him standing near the door only to find it facing the other way and filled with boring things like ankle weights and sweat towels.

You loiter in the doorway watching him wipe away the sweat that accumulated along his collar bones. He doesn't seem to notice your presence, or at least he ignores you if he does. He tosses the used towel across the room towards the hamper and presses play on his phone.

A song from his latest album blares across the speakers and like clockwork his body springs into the routine he has been practising for days. He moves harshly in time to the beat, meeting each step with perfect timing any mistakes he makes are completely imperceptible to the untrained eye. But he sees them. And you can see each one on his face as he becomes more annoyed with himself.

As the song comes to an end he grumbles to himself and finally turns to look at you.

"What's wrong Jagiya?" He asks.

"Missed you." You pout.

You jut your bottom lip out hoping to goad him into kissing you. It fails.

"I need to get this perfect before the weekend Y/N... How about we spend the evening together?" He suggests.

"But I'm lonely now..." You groan.

"Don't use that tone of voice with me." He rolls his eyes "You know that only works on Joonie."

"Not today apparently." You grumble under your breath.

He catches it anyway.

"OH! So I'm not even your first choice today? Silly Brat couldn't take no for an answer?" His voice turns cold.

You stammer for a response but he raises his hand to stop you.

"I want you to go to our room and stay there until I come and get you. Don't ask for things you've already been told you can't have Y/N you know better than that." He chastises.

You want to protest, not ready to give up on your endeavour. You're certain if you could just try for a little longer he will give you exactly what you want.

"But Hobi..." You pout, fake tears threatening your waterline.

"Don't. I've given you your orders, I'll deal with you later. Now go." He waves you away and starts his music again.

You huff loudly as you leave ensuring he hears your displeasure.

You glance at Namjoon's closed studio door one more time but decide better of it. And so you sulk for the rest of the afternoon, lounging on your shared bed and flipping through different shows on Netflix.

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Almost five hours later the door opens to reveal an irate-looking Hoseok. He flicks on the lights and unplugs the TV.

"You're so annoying. Did you know that?" He pauses like he expects a response.

But you know better than to give one.

"You think you'd be grateful, you know? So many others would kill for the life we've given you, yet you take it for granted..."

You whimper as he stalks closer to the bed, scrambling against the headboard.

"But maybe you're right. Maybe we haven't been indulging you enough. Maybe the unlimited credit cards and a beautiful apartment aren't enough for you? Maybe we've been selfish working so hard to provide for you, hmm?"

He crawls across the bed towards you leaving you nowhere to escape to as he cages you in. He reaches out and hooks a finger under your thumb, forcing your gaze up to meet his.

"Clearly you've been neglected, so let me fix that... strip."

His hand drops down into his lap and he gives you just enough room to dispose of your clothing. You do so quickly, knowing better than to leave Hoseok waiting when he gets like this. You sit with your back against the headboard, legs spread wide with space for him in between. He appraises you, gaze lingering in all his favourite places. He looks hungry. But he doesn't touch, not yet.

"Show me how needy you are."

You place your hand between your legs, using two fingers to part your labia exposing your little pink hole. You can feel how wet you are with just a small motion, the skin sticky from waiting so long. The cool air causes goosebumps along your skin.

"Touch yourself." He growls.

You whine, realising he has no intention of touching you himself, at least not yet. You start reluctantly, teasing at your entrance with no real conviction hoping he might take over if you do it wrong.

Instead, he slaps your thigh, making the skin jiggle and leaving a bright red print in his wake.

"I know you're dumb Y/N but you're not that dumb. Show me how you pleasure yourself." He sneers.

This time you try harder, dragging your hand up towards your clit. You circle the sensitive bud, eyes closing as you focus on the pleasure.

Another slap lands on your leg, this time he digs his nails into the flesh leaving behind little halfmoon bruises. His free hand tucks back under your chin, forcing you to look at him. He doesn't need to speak his command this time, clear in his intention. Your eyes don't leave his as you play with yourself.

Your hand moves quicker and in more erratic rhythms as you get close. Cramps start in your wrist as the movements become more jolted the closer you get to the edge but you don't dare stop. Your head flops back against the headboard as you cum, eyes squeezing shut, unable to focus them any longer.

"Colour?" Hobi asks as your high fades away.

"Green." You affirm.

Hoseok grins at you and leans forward to kiss you quickly.

And then just like that, nice Hobi is gone again.

He attaches himself to your collarbones, marking across your skin with ugly red and purple bruises. His hands press your legs outwards, making them burn as he stretches them further apart than naturally possible. Slowly they inch down towards your centre so close to their target before you are interrupted by a cough at the doorway.

You look up to find Namjoon looking annoyed with his arms crossed, but Hoseok barely bothers to acknowledge his appearance, fingers finally finding their target as he pushes two inside of you with no warning.

"Hob-ah... I thought you were going to wait for me." Namjoon frowns.

"Got impatient." Hoseok shrugs, mouth refusing to detach from your collar.

You try to reach out for Namjoon but Hoseok curls his fingers at just the wrong moment, all thoughts of getting to your other lover abandoned instead for incoherent moans.

"I don't think you're doing a good enough job Hob-ah, the needy brat is still verbal." Namjoon scoffs.

Easily provoked, Hoseok immediately abandons his attempt to completely repaint your collar bones and drops into his stomach. His lips wrap expertly around your clit as his tongue dives into the centre of the nerves. You squeal and writhe as he attacks the sensitive bud.

Namjoon is quick to cross the room, pacing his lips on yours to swallow the noises that escape you. He bites hard on your bottom lip making it swell, a reminder of him that will likely last for days. His hand comes up around your throat holding you in place.

Hoseok pushes a third finger inside of you. The stretch proves too much and he works you through your second orgasm. His fingers maintain their pace and his tongue continues to wiggle against your clit preventing you from seeking any relief from the intense wave as it washes over you.

You try to moan out for Hoseok to stop, hands seeking his hair to tug at the strands but Namjoon stops you. His free hand bats yours away easily and his lips capture any noise that manages to escape past the hand constricting your throat.

"I thought this was what you wanted slut? Didn't you want our attention? Don't tell me after two orgasms you're ready to throw in the towel?" Namjoon whispers cruelly, biting at your earlobe.

Hoseok chuckles at Namjoon's taunts, the vibrations making your overstimulation worse. The man between your legs keeps going until your thighs are shaking, threatening to close in around his head, a third orgasm rattling through you. When he eventually does pull back, you're panting for air, Namjoon's hand finally fully releasing your throat.

Hoseok doesn't allow you much time to catch your breath, claiming your lips with his own, allowing you to taste yourself all over him, his chin dripping with you.

You're so wrapped up in what he is doing, you drift away from Namjoon, no longer aware of what he is doing. It's too late when you realise he is between your legs, dangerously pillowy lips torturously close to your clit. The bundle of nerves is still throbbing from Hobi's onslaught, not yet ready for more.

But Namjoon isn't always known for his patience.

He lays his tongue flat against your heat and licks a long slow line upwards, gathering your cum along his tongue. You try to scramble away as he flicks the tip over your clit, but are met by the headboard with nowhere to escape. Hoseok bites along your shoulder to distract you, settling in at your side so he can watch Namjoon go down on you. He reaches out and threads his finger in the other man's hair, guiding him along your sensitive pussy.

He is messier than Hoseok, much less precise in his movements. His tongue dips inside of you, pushing as far as he can manage before pulling back out and dragging upwards to circle your clit. It's just enough stimulation to keep you hanging, but never quite enough to push you over the precipice.

His hands dig into your thighs, pushing them away as they try to close around his head. Tears roll down your cheeks as he pulls back and bites at your legs in warning. You try to force them to stay open but the closer you get the more you tremble. Just when you think your legs are going to snap like a rubber band he lets you cum. Your thighs suffocate him as they rush to close around his head, shaking from the force of your fourth orgasm.

He doesn't seem to mind as he emerges beaming moments later. He reaches out to caress your face, wiping away the tear tracks.

"Are you okay love?" He asks.

You nod in response, not trusting your voice to have returned just yet. Namjoon wipes your cum from his face using his t-shirt and tosses the soiled garment towards the door to be dealt with later. He then pulls you forward into his lap, cuddling you closely.

Hoseok brushes a hand lovingly through your hair before disappearing from the room. He returns with wipes and snacks. He plugs the TV back in as he walks past and settles in on the bed next to Namjoon, playing with your hands.

"I'm sorry we've been busy lately, love," Namjoon whispers, kissing your head.

"Once I've finished this weekend's performance, all my schedules are finished, I'm all yours," Hoseok says.

They turn the TV back to the channel you had been watching when Hoseok had come in and set about cleaning you up as you lay limp in Namjoon's arms.

"You guys didn't cum..." You say as Hoseok pushes your legs apart to clean you up.

"I'm sure you'll make that up to us next time, I don't think you could handle anymore today," Hobi says.

As if to illustrate his point, he merely ghosts a wipe over your clit and it causes you to flinch.

"As long as next time is soon." You pout.

"Very soon," Namjoon promises " You have some very bratty behaviour to make up for..."

Masterlist

Prompt from: @hobizjagiya

~ harddom!hoseok hot takes ❤️‍🔥

it’s been so long since i posted 😓

warnings: heavy sub x dom relationship, powerplay, degrading, baby talk, spanking, brat tamer hobi, thigh worship, hickeys, titty fucking/marking (he loves boobs ok), overstimulation, breeding kink.

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— hoseok loves it the most when you feel comfortable enough to fully submit to him in bed.

— it’s almost like a switch goes off and you’re both in a completely different headspace when horny. a space that’s safe to be vulnerable and trust eachother.

— your bubbly hobi turns into a strong and stern version of himself. hoseok doesn’t tolerate back-talk.

— although it does get him interested whenever you misbehave. all that does is give him a chance to have fun punishing you.

— “you’re talking back to me? daddy didn’t teach you to be bad, did he? start counting each hit babygirl.”

— hoseok doesn’t play around when you do something he doesn’t like. he takes pleasure in slapping your ass so hard it’s burning red. the liquid from your wet cunt sliding down his leg.

— when i tell you this man loves degrading you in the bedroom….

— he’ll baby talk to you whenever you’re at the brink of pleasure. he pulls his touch away, taking back all of that delicious stimulation you were getting.

— “awww, angel~ i bet you wanna cum so bad, hm? my dumb baby just wants me to make her cum?”

— the condescending tone he uses only makes you more turned on. hoseok loves the effect he has on you.

— he knows he can do the most degrading things to you for his own pleasure, and you’ll love it.

— he’ll stuff your soaking panties in your mouth, rub his cock on your face during blowjobs, take his fingers out of you and smack your pussy.

— whispering things in your ear about how you’re such a dirty girl for loving it. for loving how he treats you like a slut.

— it truly amazes him how nasty you act in the bed, you seem so innocent on the outside. and the fact that it’s all because of him. he makes you crazy.

— hoseok loves your thighs, they’re so thick and plush all he wants to do is lay in between them and bite/kiss the soft fat.

— he loves how whiny you get, his face so close to your throbbing pussy. but he wants to worship your thighs fully before he eases the uncomfortable need between your legs.

— oh and he’s obsessed with nipple play. basically anything you can imagine to do with tits he’s tried it out with you.

— titty fucking always makes him cum quickly. how could he not when you’re sticking out your tongue so cutely, squishing your boobs together for him.

— “oh fuck, baby, look at you….” he studders in awe.

— he loves sucking love marks into the skin around/on your boobs. constantly squeezing your sensitive nipples between his slender fingers when he pleasures you. quite the multitasker he is.

— and of course one of his favorite ways to finish is by cumming all over your chest.

— hoseok loves to slap your tits, he want’s to see them bounce up and down in his face as he fucks you.

— so close that he can suck on your tits while you ride his dick. sitting back to watch you go to work. it’s always hard for him to stop staring at your beautiful face though, jaw slack from pleasure as you give him those puppy dog eyes.

— hoseok loves watching you ride him. you get so desperate and sloppy and usually need a bit of help or guidance. he adores taking care of you and being in control so it’s not something you two do often.

— overstimulation is a common occurrence with this pleasure dom. he’ll pull out toys, use his fingers, anything really to make you cum repeatedly for his own pleasure.

— seeing you writhe on the sheets, your ragged breathing and cries telling him that it’s too much. fuck, that’s paradise for hoseok.

— it’s all linked to powerplay, how you beg him to stop but still obediently keep your hands behind your back somehow. following as he told you to do, gripping the sheets until your knuckles turn white.

— “good girl, good fuckin’ girl~ just one more time honey. i promise. one more. i wanna see you cream my fingers again, pretty please?”

— hoseok loves to use you as a cumdump (you happily own the title for him), breeding you day and night so that you stay full of his seed at all times.

— if he wants to truly degrade you that day he’ll make you walk around in public with his cum pooling in your panties. its just a reminder that you’re his girl, his little bitch. who loves how he fucks so much that you’ll proudly do anything he wants you to.

— hoseok always shows you off in public, everyone will know you’re his. especially with that ridiculously expensive gold chain around your neck that says his name in bold letters.

— with the way his hands grip your love handles and the protective arm wrapped around your waist.

— he’s not big on pda but best believe if someones getting to friendly with you or staring he’s whispering dirty things in your ear, leaving kisses behind for good measure.

— “let’s give them something to watch, yeah?”

— hoseok hates phone sex. it gets him unbelievably frustrated and not in a good way. the fact that he can’t physically touch you is hell, but when you’re whining and pleading him over the phone to cum he’ll give in.

— you’re not allowed to get off or cum without his permission, so that results with you being super needy when you see eachother again. he swears you act the nastiest when you’re reunited.

implied ot7 x reader, hoseok x reader, namjoon x reader, dem reader

genre: smut with a bit of plot

warnings: smuuuut, big dick namjoon n hobi, dom!namjoon x dom!hoseok x sub!reader, f!fingering, oral (male receiving), deepthroating, hair pulling, dirty talk, swearing, praise, edging, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, namjoon is wearing a necklace (definitely a warning), hobi expects verbal responses (I find this hot. maybe im alone), mentions of a wet dream, spanking, aftercare n feelings

an: if we’re considering all of my poly fics to be existing in the same timeline, this one is placed more toward the beginning! It gives a bit more context to their relationship and how it began to evolve. As always this has not been proofread or edited so sorry for any mistakes. Please do not read this if you’re under 18 or uncomfortable with the content :)

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My One and Only

Hobi x Reader

Summary: You decide to let Hobi eat you out for the first time. That’s is, pwp.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: +18 mdni, smut, oral(f.receiving), hair pulling, protected sex(pls be responsible), so many petnames, mentions of anxiety, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to @ygwa for this request! I hope this lives up to your expectations! Love you💜

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Hobi had been many of your firsts; first real boyfriend, first I love you, and that that pattern had continued into the bedroom. He’d always made you feel so safe and cared for, guiding you through anything new experience that you came across together.

But one of the things you had yet to do let him do was go down on you. The first time he asked, you’d actually said no, anxiety suddenly flaring up and getting the best of you, but he’d been nothing understanding and reassuring, reminding you that your comfort was his top priority and that the two of you didn’t have to do anything you didn’t want to.

But that was the thing, you definitely wanted to, in truth, you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it since he brought it up, but sometimes your nerves just got the better of you, worried about doing the wrong thing, or not living up to yours or his expectations.

But tonight, after about a week or so, you’d gotten the courage to bring it back up to him, and couldn’t say that you regretted your decision, sat on his lap as you messily made out, arms looped around his neck as he gripped your hips, grinding you against him. He’d wanted to make sure you were turned on enough and ready for him, but after twenty minutes of kissing and teasing from him, you were bordering on desperate for more, painfully aware of the wetness pooling between your legs.

Hobi seemed to catch your shift in mood from the way you started to press harder against him, pulling back to look at you with hooded eyes.

“Are you ready?” He asked breathlessly.

“Mhm.” You nodded, ignoring the faint flutter of nerves that his words stirred.

“Hey,” He cupped your face gently. looking at you with so much adoration, you could cry. “Anytime that you start to feel uncomfortable, we can stop, okay? It’s no big deal.”

You nodded.

“You remember your words?”

“Red for stop, Yellow for slow down, Green for keep going.”

“Good girl.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, laying you back on the bed.

He took his time on his descent, kissing and nipping his way down your chest and tummy, running his hands along your thighs light enough to raise goosebumps as he removed your bottoms, guiding your legs to spread wider so he could settle comfortably between them on his stomach.

You peered down at him as he planted open mouthed kisses along each of your thighs, sucking a small spot on the delicate skin that you’d likely feel for several days.

“Hobi.” You whined, squirming in his hold.

“Oh, now you’re impatient, hmm?” He chuckled, catching your hands as you tried to cover your face in embarrassment.

“It’s alright, Sweetheart,” He said soothingly, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “I’ll quit teasing, okay? Just relax.”

He released your hands in favor of holding onto your hips, placing a kiss just above where you needed him before licking a broad stripe through your wet folds, making you jolt at the sensation.

“Fuck, knew you’d taste good.” He groaned, dipping back in for another taste, lapping up your wetness hungrily.

It felt like nothing you’d ever experienced, his warm tongue moving with careful precision, dipping into your entrance before coming back up to circle your clit, making you let out a whine.

“H-Hobi.” You moaned.

“Hmm? What is it, Love?” He asked sweetly, glancing up at you. “Does it feel good?”

“Yeah.” You sighed.

“You wanna try something?” He asked, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

“Okay.” You said, slightly nervous, but trusting him.

He leaned back in, laving over your clit with his tongue a few times before closing his lips around the soft bud and sucking, causing your back to arch off the bed as you let out an embarrassingly loud moan, pleasure shooting through you the lightning.

He pulled away with a wet noise, scanning your face attentively.

“Color?” He asked.

“G-Green.” You staggered.

He dove back in, repeating the action a few more times, turning you into a writhing mess, your hands finding his hair as you scrambled for something to hold onto, tugging hard enough to earn a low groan from him.

“Sorry.” You immediately released your hold, but he caught your hands again, placing them back on his head.

“Do it again.” He nearly growled, looking up at you with an expression that had your stomach and cunt clenching.

You gave another sharp tug, making his eyes fall shut as he hissed, diving back into your heat with renewed intensity, doubling the pace of his ministrations and sending you rushing head-long towards your release.

“H-hobi, I’m-” You couldn’t finish the sentence, but he understood.

“Let go Baby, make a mess on my face.” He said, feeling your muscles twitching around him as you got closer.

Your high hit you like a freight train, a choked cry leaving you as your thighs clamped down around Hobi’s head, blocking his breathing, but he couldn’t care less at that moment. He’s sole focus was on working you through your orgasm, catching every last drop of your release, not stopping till you slumped against the bed, flinching from sensitivity.

Grinning proudly, he climbed back up the bed, your essence shining on his mouth and chin.

“Are you okay?” He asked softly, stroking your face.

“Mhm.” You hummed, too blissed out to think properly.

“Does that mean we can do that again sometime?” He asked with a grin.

“You can do that whenever you want.” You said, making him laugh.

“I’ll bear that in mind.” He kissed you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. As you shifted closer, you became very aware of his hard cock pressed against your leg, stirring the heat in your lower belly again.

“Hobi.” You breathed against his lips. “Need you.”

“Already? Aren’t you tired?” He chuckled, but you shook your head, tugging him closer.

“Alright, my sweet baby.” He said, climbing off the bed to slip out his bottoms and grab a condom from the bedside drawer. You followed his movements closely, eyeing his bobbing cock with almost hungry eyes.

“You’re making me shy.” He giggled, catching your attention as he rolled the rubber down his length.

“Sorry.” You said, your cheeks heating up as you averted your eyes, feeling the mattress dip as he climbed back into the bed.

“I didn’t say you had to stop.“ He commented with a smirk, moving to hover over you as he kissed you softly. “Ready?”

“Very.” You replied, earning another chuckle from him that turned into a moan as he slipped inside you, filling you up slowly.

Your head fell back at the feeling of him stretching you out, leaving you throat exposed to Hobi to latch onto, kissing over the faint pink marks he’d left earlier as he waited for you to adjust to his length.

“Hobi.” You breathed after a moment.

“Move?”

“Please.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice, pulling all the way out before plunging back into you, setting a pace that quickly turned you both into moaning messes. You wrapped your legs around his waist, allowing him even deeper and helping him hit that spot that had your toes curling.

“Hobi,” You panted. “Please, ‘m close.”

“I am too, Baby, cum with me.” He groaned, slipping a hand down to circle your clit, immediately sending you over the edge, making your clench around him tightly as he pounded into you even faster.

“Fuck, that’s-, I’m cumming!” He groaned, burying his face in your neck as his hips faltered, thrusting into you once, twice more before stilling as his cocked pulsed inside you, spilling into the condom.

You ran your hands along his back as you both caught your breath, causing him to nearly doze off on top of you before pulling back to look at you dreamily.

“Are you alright?” He asked softly.

“Yeah, are you?” You asked, amused by his dazed expression.

“I’m great.” He grinned. “I could even go again, if you want?”

You laughed. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You’re amazing.” He said, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Alright, we should get cleaned up. Wanna join me in the shower?”

“So long as it’s just a shower.” You gave him a look.

“I’ll behave.” He promised, pulling away and helping you up. “But I’m not responsible if you start something.”

You showered in relative silence, leaning into each other’s touch as you washed away the sweat and cum before toweling off and climbing back into bed together, feeling sleep threatening to overtake you as soon as you laid your head on his chest.

“I love you.” You mumbled drowsily.

“I love you too, my sweetheart,” His whispered reply was the last thing you heard before falling asleep in his arms. “My one and only.”

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FINALLY

FUCKING FINALLY

Don't ask him to step on you unless you mean it...

Make Me: Official drop date 2/12/24

Summary: When your audition doesn't go as planned, you realize that you'd do absolutely anything to get the role you want.

Warnings: age gap, hoseok kinda sus, messy blowjob, mentions of other sexual acts, dirty talk, pwp

Pairing: instructor!hoseok x ballerina!reader

🔗: m.list

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"God I feel so stiff." you grunt out, bent over as you stretch your tired hamstrings. The week before this one was complete hell, and since you'd spent so much time in the studio your muscles were in pain.

It was audition week now, the week everyone was so eager for. On audition night you'd either be going out for ice cream with your friends in celebration, or sulking in your bed in disappointment.

You'd been practicing for this role for what felt like your entire life. The role of odette, black swan.. white swan.. whatever you wanna call it.

Some people may say it's basic, or that swan lake is played out- but you absolutely loved it. You remember looking at the older ballerinas as a child and wishing it could be you. Now, it finally was. Well almost- you'd only feel complete if you obtained the role of the black swan. Which you were determined to do.

Two loud claps pull you out of your thoughts, and you immediately stand to your feet when you see that its your instructor. Your friends do the same- just purely out of respect.

Ms. Bahr may be old, but she was never one to let herself be walked all over. Especially not by dancers from her company.

"I'd like you all to meet our guest for the.. day." her voice awkwardly trails off as she gestures toward the door. In walks a man, who looks quite close to your age. He's dressed nicely, & walks in with his arms crossed as he scans over everyone.

Well damn, you knew if he was anything near as stuck up as he looked, you hated him already.

"Hello, i'm mr. jung." he says, setting his bag down but still keeping his eye trained on all of us. When we hear the door slam, everyone's head snaps the opposite way, and we see that Ms. Bahr has excused herself.

Very weird, she was never one to be outside of the room during a practice. During audition week especially.

"I advise that you focus on me, because after this week i'll be officially taking Ms. Bahr's spot as head instructor." gasps, heard all around the room. One of your friends liza stares at you in shock, and you return the look.

People chatter amongst themselves at the news, it was surprising to say the least. Why wouldn't she tell us herself? Why is she letting a random guy take her spot? You had many questions, all that probably would never be answered.

"Now! With that being said-" a sly smile is on his face as he picks up a a paper- studying the sheet for a moment before speaking again. "If your not trying out for the role of the black swan, please step back and continue warming up."

Only four students are left standing, including you. You give a side eye to your main competition here, Jessica bush. You roll your eye at the slight sight of her, you absolutely hated the girl.

It wasn't jealousy- period point blank. It was just her atitude, it was fucking horrible. You wanted the role for yourself of course, but it would feel damn good to beat her and finally put her in her place.

Mr. Jung takes a good look at all of you, locking eyes with you for a split second before moving his eyes on to the girl next to you. He gives a nod of approval before setting down the paper with your names on it.

"I'd like to see you all perform the variation you've been taught yeah?" you hadn't even put your points shoes on yet. You curse yourself for what you're about to have to do, terrible first impression.

"Uhm- i need to get my points shoes.. sir." you itch at your arm at the tension when he looks at you, a annoyed glare on his face.

"Hurry up, go on." he says, allowing you permission to scurry over to your duffel bag.

What a prick.

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"Alright, not too bad." he mutters, slightly clapping as you and the others breathe heavily. This variation always felt much harder when you had someone watching you do it.

"I suppose you're all free to go, come in prepared tomorrow for auditions." there's a collective nod before everyone goes about their own business, talking as they all leave one by one.

By the time you sit down to start taking off your toe pads, the room is already empty besides you and him. It was a little awkward, but you refused to move faster just because he was in here with you.

A pained hiss leaves your lips when you see the bruise forming on your big toe, sighing at the sight of the mark. You don't pay much mind to it, sliding your sock right over it and slipping your shoes on afterward.

"You need new toe pads." your hear a voice behind you, and its him, the new instructor. You give awkward smile as you look up, playfully scoffing at his words. "Yeah, guess i do."

Standing to your feet, you sling your bag over your shoulder- muttering a quiet bye to the man as you begin to walk away. Unfortunately, his hand on your arm prevents you to walk any further.

"I think you're right for the role." he suddenly says, and your eyes widen in surprise. How could he decide that so easily when he's only seen you perform a short variation once? For gods sake he just got here.

You weren't ungreatful though, in fact you were very glad he noticed your efforts.

"Really?" you ask, shock evident in your voice as it grows louder. He nods his head, walking away from you now and back over to his personal belongings. Your right on his toes, assuming that he wants you to follow him.

"How could you know when you've only seen me dance once?" you question him, genuinely confused about what he could be thinking. This was such an important role, he'd be stupid to cast it so easily.

"I have a good eye.." his voice trails off with a suspicious chuckle as his gaze returns to your face. Your features were etched with so much confusion, but he could see you were excited.

"I think you're a beautiful girl.. y/n right?" your smile slowly fades, sensing the weird tone in his voice. "Ehm.. yeah" the excitement empties from your body when he stalks towards you, eyes refusing to leave yours.

He circles you as if you were prey, arms crossed the same way they were when he walked into the room. "Your old enough to know.. sometimes in life we have to do things to get what we want."

What the fuck was he saying? Your face scrunched up in annoyance and confusion, you just hoped this wasn't him flirting with you.

You let out a sigh when his cold fingers trail down your bare arm, feeling his body heat as he stands close behind you. "I can get you that role." you feel his lips on the back of your neck and it makes you want to throw up and disgust.

He barely even knew you! And even if he did- it's out of the question and inappropriate. "I can get you that role." he repeats again, only this time he presses his obvious boner into your ass.

That's when you move, picking up your bag that you hadn't even noticed fell to the ground. "Are you fucking insane?!" you shout, and he looks at you as if you were the one who did something wrong.

"Your disgusting!" you scream again, voice echoing through the room. You could only hope everyone had left the building as you rush out of the room.

"You'll regret that." he yells after you.

Fuck off.

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AUDITION DAY

The week had went by in a flash, and tryouts had come much sooner than you thought they would.

After the situation with your new instructor, you avoided him like the plague- even switching directions when you'd see him walking around the building. You noticed him staring at times, but you did your best to ignore it.

You hadn't told anyone about what happened either, not even your closest friends. What you didn't want was for it to effect your audition process, not after you worked so hard for this very moment.

The voice of your friend lila causes you to zone back in, & you can't help the smile that falls over your face when you see her walking towards you with flowers.

"Lila.." you say, giving her a big hug before she can even hand the flowers over. "You didn't have to.. i didn't even get you anything.." you mutter, pulling out of the hug with a saddened look on your face.

You appreciated her at times like these, and sometimes even felt like a shitty friend when she'd go out of her way to do special things for you. If you ever lost her you think you'd literally spiral out of control.

"Good luck on your audition." she says, her face full of joy as she gives a comforting squeeze to your arm.

You don't get the chance to thank her because the door opens, and in comes Mr.Jung . Everyone stands when he arrives, the same way they would when Ms. Bahr would enter.

Now that you know the real him, it kind of sucks that everyone likes him so much. It also sucks that you have to keep what happened to yourself for now, but you planned to confess as soon as auditions were over.

"Alright everyone, we'll begin black & white swan auditions now- so if that's not you please push to the back of the room." Again, four students are left standing- only this time it's much more nerve racking.

You were used to the whole class watching auditions happen, but this was different. You'd been waiting for this for years... if you fucked up now you don't think you'd ever forgive yourself.

"Ready?" he asks, staring at all of you as you spread out and get into your starting position.

Ready as you'll ever be.

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Needless to say the audition went great. You don't remember messing up even once, and even a couple other students came up to your afterwards just to tell you how good your audition looked.

You watched the rest of the auditions in excitement and confidence, happy that you'd done so good. Usually, you'd let jessica's little glares towards you ruin your mood- but not today.

An entire hour passes before auditions finally finish, and you're all sent into another room. There's chattering amongst everyone, different talk of who they think will make black swan.

You try your best to ignore it, sticking your headphones in for some extra noise. You get a nice thirty minutes of relaxation before it's finally time.

Ms. Bahr makes a appearance just to tell everyone results are posted- and as soon as she says it everyone's rushing out of the room. Your the last one to leave, taking a few deep breaths as you slowly make your way to the poster.

And then- your excitement crumbles when you see mr. jung and jessica hugging at the end of the hall. No way, no no no no no. Your footsteps get faster at the sight, and you finally come to a anxious hault when you see the list.

{Black/White swan: Jessica bush}

You wanted to cry when you read it, but you couldn't. At least not when your instructor was looking at you with the cruelest grin on his face.

He did this on purpose.

You danced beautifully, no one could tell you any different. You weren't being stuck up, but you genuinely felt that today was the best time you'd ever performed it. Your hard work felt like a waste, all because you rejected his advances.

You went home utterly disappointed in yourself, wishing that you could turn back the time and tell him yes. You'd do anything for that role, literally anything.

That's when you found yourself pondering your options, and finally- you came up with a solution.

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THE NEXT DAY

You couldn't believe you were doing this. You'd stood in front of your instructors door for a good five minutes before finally gathering the courage to even knock.

He welcomed you in as if nothing had happened, a smile on his face as he gestures for you to sit down. You obviously sit with no complaints, not wanting to piss him off when you were already about to ask for something huge.

"What brings you in?" his tone is very much condescending, and you have to bite you tongue to prevent a scowl from plastering on your face.

"I..I wanna take your offer." you say quietly, foot constantly tapping against the floor as you await a response. He ticks his tongue as he looks at you, before bursting into a fit of laughter.

"Don't you think it's too late?" he mentions, pointing his long finger to the paper on his table. You lean over to look at it, seeing the sheet of paper with jessica's name on it. It makes you want to throw up.

"With all due respect sir, you did this to spite me." you don't bite you tongue any longer, you know the motive behind this. He was a cruel man, but oh so clever.

He chuckles at your words, shaking his head as he stands from his chair. He slowly makes his way to the door, twisting the lock and then turning back to face you. "You really want that role huh?"

You hated this, you hated that he had the upper hand. But you also knew this was your decision, and you didn't have to do this. You had every right and the will to walk right out of this room and deal with the fact you won't ever be black swan.

Except, you didn't want to do that.

"I do.." you mutter, gaze now at your feet as he comes closer to you to tilt your chin upwards. He looks at you with fake pitty, somewhat happy that you'd come crawling back to him.

"Get on your knees." he commands, and you oblige him without another word. He licks his lips to moiston them at the sight of you, ready to pleasure him and get exactly what you've always wanted.

"You know what to do, you want the role?" he asks, and your hands shake with anxiety as you nod your head. "Then take it."

Alright, you could do this. Give him head, easy peasy.. right?

Your shaky hands are evidence of your nervousness as you undo the zipper on his pants, and when you see the bulge in his boxers you question why he's already hard? What was he doing before you got here?

When tuck your hands into the waistband of his boxers, he sighs at the feeling of your cold fingers on his skin. You try your best to not look at him when his length finally pops out, red tip right in front of your eyes.

He was bigger than you thought he'd be, but it was no wonder that he had no shame when coming onto you the first time around.

You didn't even realize you were gawking at it until he finally said something. "Scared?" the question infuriates you, and causes you to put the length of him in your mouth immediately.

You weren't scared of him. Fuck no.

He groans at the feeling of your mouth wrapped tight around him, keeping a tight grip on his desk as you bob your head up and down.

He smirks at the way your making him so messy, not caring that your getting spit all over his pelvis and even in his small happy trail. "Fuck- sluttin' me out aren't you?" You ignore his words, set on the fact this was purely for your role.

You wanted it, bad.

You pop his dick out of your mouth with heavy breaths, now swirling your tongue around his tip. You trace every part of it, the veins, the tip, everything. You can tell he likes it, because he finally allows his head to lean back.

You couldn't believe yourself, all of your previous fear had vanished from your body. Hoseok could tell too, because you were sucking the life out of him.

"Shit, just wanna bend you over-" you moan around his dick, not able to speak since you've shoved his dick right back down your throat. You're gagging now, but you don't pull away- determined to get what you wanted out of this.

Your hand is covered in saliva, all from you jerking off what you can take inside of your mouth. Or what you thought you couldn't take- because soon both of his hands move snug to the back of your head for more leverage.

He fucks your mouth with a punishing pace, smirking when he hears your little muffled whimpers and gags. "Love that shit- gonna look so pretty on stage." his words wouldve made you smile if your mouth wasn't so full- it only confirmed that the role was no longer jessicas.

It belonged to you, and you only.

"Where you want me to cum, hm?" he pulls out of your mouth breifly so you can speak, slapping the wet tip on your messy cheek. "On my tits- please."

You were way too into this, hurriedly lowering your top right under your breasts. They sit perfectly, and they look even better when he finally rubs himself to a orgasm, his milky white release coating your hard nipples.

"God- so fuckin hot." the words leaving his mouth sounded foreign, and you couldn't believe you were wet. You no longer denied the fact that you enjoyed what had just happened, it was a win win.

When you go to clean yourself off, he stops you- taking it upon himself to lift your top right over your still cum covered breasts. "Gonna go home with my cum on you, that'll finish up the deal."

You go home happy, going to sleep excited for the upcoming weeks as you were officially the black swan. Jessica on the other hand was feeling so many emotions at once. She was angry, dissapoonted, and overall confused.

She wondered why her role had been snatched from her and given to someone who didn't even deserve it. She'd done everything she could for that role.. including fuck her instructor.

Hoseok had promised her the same fate, that he'd give her the role regardless of her audition as long as she gave him some pussy. So she did so, without thinking of the consequences.

He'd played the both of you, and neither of you had any idea.

Transference (M) – Chapter 01

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Summary: Prolonged periods of work-related stress bring you to a crossroads in your life that leaves you prone to make impulsive decisions. During a routine visit to the local bakery, you stumble upon an intriguing business card belonging to a “tantric therapist” and take a risk. When you discover your therapist is an attractive young man with a penchant for shibari, you throw caution to the wind as he helps guide you to self-recovery.

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Smut, angst

Word Count: 79,614 (for entire series)

Warnings: Therapist!Hoseok, Shibari!Hoseok, therapist/client relationship, BDSM, dom/sub relationship, sexual themes, bondage (shibari), slow burn, massage, therapy mentions, profanity

A/N: This work is a byproduct of about 6 months of insomnia and 60-hour work weeks, which resulted in a series of recurring dreams about Jung Hoseok which were…*fans self*

Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | Epilogue

Excerpt:

“Are you surprised?” he asked with a wide grin. “Am I what you expected?”

Frankly, you didn’t know what you expected. Maybe an older woman with wild hair and a long chevron skirt would have been closer to the tantric therapist you were imagining. This man was clearly under thirty, yet he was confident in how he carried himself. No early-20’s-something could pull off this level of surety in himself, you were certain. You could feel the apprehension building as you tried to calculate whether he was younger than you, and by how much. His skin shown like the sun, evident of years of meticulous self-care—or maybe he really was that young and this was just some scam to make a quick dollar. Nevertheless, the dark pools of his eyes knew experience…

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Masterlist

Handshakes of a Lifetime OT7 x Reader BTS Soulmate AU // Playlist ...the meeting room is getting closer and closer, basking you and those around you in warm light, and you think about all the internet comments people write about this kind of moment, “she must have saved a country in her past life to experience this.” Ch1 / Drabble - JJK / Ch2 / Ch3 / X-mas - JHS / Ch4 / X-mas - KSJ / Ch5 / Ch6 / Ch7 / Ch8 / Ch9 / Ch10 - 5% / ?

Caught! House of Cards OT7 x Reader Yandere!BTS AU // Profiles You needed money. The pandemic offered little options. So you joined a website to make some quick and easy cash. Men paying to look at you, harmless fun, right? It was a decision you didn’t think too much about, you just wanted an income again. Little did you know how dangerous the members of House of Cards were. You weren’t prepared for the consequences of your actions. Watch out! Houses built with cards come tumbling down... Ch1 / Ch2 / Ch3 / Ch4 / Xmas Drabble - KTH / Ch5 - 25% / ?

Bon Voyage: Into the Sea OT7 x Reader BTS Fantasy AU // Member Imagines werewolf!Hoseok x werewolf!Jungkook x werewolf!Namjoon x other members TBA A storm capsized your boat and looks like you were the only survivor. Somehow you made it to shore, but where? Stranded, you suddenly find out you are not alone, and now you’re stuck in the middle of a centuries old conflict between 7 monsters. Ch1 / Ch2 / Ch3 / Ch4 - 20% / ?

Run Run Run BTS Apocalypse AU Slow Burn // Member Poll A zombie apocalypse breaks out and you’re stuck on a plane with none other than...BTS! Oh, you thought because you were an Army that would help you survive? Girl think again. Seoul Flow / Yangyang Living / Seoul Town Road / Hwarang Freestyle -75% / Seoul Close - TBA / The Big Hit Break In! - TBA / ?

T H E T A K E O V E R BTS Apocalypse / Dystopian AU Thriller The recruits of Bangtan Academy were trained to be super soldiers, to be the strongest, fastest, most cunning fighters in the world. Now they are being put to the test! You were at the bottom of your class, but you noticed the cracks in the system first, what are you going to do? Run or try to save the world? Prequel / Ch1 / Ch2 / Ch3 - 1% / ?

When They Loved You [ONE-SHOTS] A collection of moments when they loved you... TBA - Jin x reader - TBA I Didn’t Mean It, I Still Love You - Yoongi x reader ft. Jungkook - Angst/Smut [2.5k] Yoongi made a mistake, will you forgive him? Or is it too late? Rebound - Hoseok x reader - TBA Cold Feet - Namjoon x reader ft. Yoongi - Angst/Fluff [1.2k] You don’t want to get married anymore, what does Namjoon want? TBA - Jimin x reader - TBA Chuseok - Taehyung x reader - TBA Banana Milk - Jungkook x reader ft. Hoseok - Fluff/Angst/Smut [5.1k] It’s Jungkook’s Birthday, will he get his birthday wish?

One Shots: Halloween Special (set in HOAL Universe): Yoongi is a Rock [1.3k] That’s it. That’s the plot. Yoongi is a rock. | Audio Ver. by the talented @voice-over-ff prompt: Your Friendly Neighborhood Superhero, RM [14k] Superhero!Namjoon x y/n with a bit of Supervillain!Taehyung x y/n and some Supersilly!Seokjin x y/n | Sequel: X-mas Special feat. Superpowered!Yoongi [17.1k] pwp: Ddak-ji SLAP [3.8k] Jungkook, Seokjin, and you decide to play a game…and then you fu- pwp: I Thought You Were Mine? | JHS [1.9k] Drunk arguing leads to drunk fuc–

Drabbles:🎼 BTS Song Fic (Blue and Grey) | KTH [600] request: BTS Cheering You Up While Studying Korean [1.1k]