#hoseok drabble

[7ndipity]

Left Your Mark

Hobi x Reader

Summary: You accidentally leave marks on Hobi’s back, so he returns the favor. A slight part 2 to this drabble, but it can also be read on its own.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: +18 mdni, smut, unprotected sex(don’t do this pls) soft dom-ish Hobi, marking, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to @ygwa for requesting this! I hope you like it!

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It was still early when Hobi woke, pale blue light just beginning to seep through the curtain of his bedroom. Sleepily, he glanced over to his left, a small smile stretching across his face as he took in your sleeping form, curled tightly against his side, your head resting on his bare chest.

Careful not to disturb you, he detangled himself from you and slipped out of bed, a plan already beginning to form in his mind to surprise you with breakfast in bed.

As he made his way to the bathroom to wash up, he became aware of a faint stinging sensation on his back. Curious, he clicked on the light and turned around to examine his back in the mirror, his mouth forming a small ‘o’ in surprise before shifting into a smirk as he caught sight of his reflection.

The normally smooth expanse of his back was littered with bright red and pink lines, a vivid reminder of your activities from the night before.

A soft gasp from behind him though pulled him from his thoughts.

He looked up to see you standing in the bathroom doorway, dressed in his oversized t-shirt, also staring at his reflection in the mirror.

“Hey Honey, did I wake you?” He asked lightly.

You didn’t answer, coming over instead to inspect the marks that stretched across his skin, your expression unreadable as your fingers lightly traced over them.

“Like your handiwork?” He asked with a smirk, making you retract your hand, your face flushing in embarrassment.

“Sorry.” You said in a small voice.

Hobi turned to look at you properly, confused. “Why are you apologizing?”

“Because I hurt you.” You said, looking down.

“You didn’t hurt me, baby. To be honest,” He said, lowering his voice. “I like them. They show how good I made you feel.”

You didn’t respond, staring down at your feet shyly as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt.

He caught your hands in his own. “Look-”

He pulled you to him, guiding your arms to wrap around his torso, your hands coming to rest over the stripes along his shoulder blades.

“Look how perfectly we fit together.” He breathed in your ear, shivering from sensitivity as your fingers ghosted over the marks.

You could see the way his hands rested so naturally on your hips, pulling you closer, the way your face peeked over his shoulder as he dipped down, leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses along your neck, making your eyes darken as you stared at the two of you in the mirror.

You lost focus though when you felt him nip at the underside of your jaw, letting out a quiet gasp as he licked over the spot before sucking lightly.

“Hobi.” You whined.

“I gotta mark you up too, baby, so we match.” He cooed, his voice dropping as he added. “Need everybody to know who you belong to.”

You squeezed your thighs together, feeling a spark of arousal ignite deep in your belly at his words.

Your movements didn’t go unnoticed by him, smirking against your neck as he spoke again.

“Do you like that?” He said lowly. “You like me calling you mine?”

You whined again, pressing your face against his shoulder to hide your darkening cheeks, but he was having none of it, pulling back to catch your chin, tipping your face up to meet his gaze. “Words, Sweetheart. Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“I-I like it.” You stammered, your brain already starting to go foggy from his touch. “Like being yours.”

He broke into a wide smile, finding your flustered state absolutely adorable, capturing your lips as he pulled you tight against him.

“My sweet baby” He breathed in between each kiss. “Mine.”

His hands slipped down over the swell of your ass, smirking against your lips as he realized you were wearing anything under your(his) shirt.

He spun the two of you around so that you were now pinned between the counter and Hobi, letting out a moan as he ground against you, his growing length straining against his shorts.

You let out a squeak of surprise as he suddenly gripped your thighs, boosting you up onto the counter with surprising ease.

His lips latched onto your neck again, taking his sweet time as he trailed little kisses and bites along your skin, mumbling praises under his breath as he pushed your shirt up.

“You’re so beautiful.“ He said, almost more to himself than anything else, diving down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth, making you let out a moan, your hips twitching forward in response to grind against him, the friction of your cunt against the material of his boxers giving you a tiny bit of relief, but not nearly enough.

“Feel so good, baby.” He gripped your hip tightly, returning the action by rocking his hips into yours. “Keep making those pretty sounds for me.“

He loved how responsive you were, how needy you got, your moans coming out higher as you lightly tugged on his hair while his hands stroked your thighs.

“Hobi, need you,” You gasped. “Please.“

Hearing the desperation in your voice, his patience finally left him, drawing back just enough to free his aching length from his shorts, pre-cum already leaking from the tip.

He pushed your legs further apart, giving himself plenty of room to work as he fisted his cock a few times, staring down at your gleaming cunt before teasing the red tip through your slick folds, making you clench around nothing.

“You ready?” He asked breathlessly.

You nodded eagerly.

Your breath caught in your throat as he slowly pushed into your pulsing heat, the initial stretch still making your head spin despite having had him inside you just the night before.

When he bottomed out, he paused, watching your face closely as you both adjusted, waiting for you to give him a signal before beginning to move, keeping his strokes slow and deep at first as you relaxed around him.

“You feel so damn good, Angel, take me so well.” He groaned. “Like you were made for me.“

He dipped back down to claim your lips again, panting into your mouth as he pushed into you over and over, the sounds of your bodies colliding echoing off the walls of the bathroom.

Picking up his pace, Hobi re-angled his thrusts, precisely hitting the spot inside you that made your eyes roll back in your head with pleasure.

You wrapped your legs tightly around his hips, nails clawing at his back as you clung to him desperately, eliciting a low growl from Hobi.

“Fuck, Angel, I can feel you squeezing me so tight.“ He groaned, speeding up thrusts even more, making you start to tense up as you felt your orgasm rapidly approaching.

“Hobi,” You whined. “ ‘m close.”

“Hold on just a little longer for me, Baby, I'm almost there.“ He panted, his strokes growing sloppier and more frantic, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he chased his release.

You tried desperately to focus as he asked you, fighting against the rising tidal wave in your body, until you felt his teeth scrape against your skin as he latched onto your neck again.

Unable to hold back any longer, your vision went white as you came with a choked cry of his name, practically gushing around his cock.

Feeling you clench and spasm around him triggered Hobi’s own release almost instantly, his hips snapping forward harshly before stuttering to a halt with a deep groan, spilling his seed deep inside your twitching heat.

Hobi slumped against you as you both slowly came down, able to feel each other's racing heartbeats as they gradually slowed.

After a few moments, he drew back, staring down at you softly, taking in your dazed expression, marks blooming across your skin.

“You’re so beautiful.” He breathed.

“So are you.” You replied, smiling at him tiredly.

Careful not to overstimulate you, he pulled out slowly, groaning as a trail of his release slowly leaked out of you.

“We need to get cleaned up.” He chuckled. “You know, I was going to treat you to a nice breakfast in bed.”

“We can still do that.” You yawned, making him chuckle.

“Maybe later.” He pressed a kiss to your temple. “I think some of us might need some more sleep first.”

“Mmm, okay.” You hummed, already beginning to doze off in his arms.

He quickly helped you clean up before leading you back to bed, making sure you were situated and comfortable before quickly climbing in next to you, pulling you close.

“Sleep well, Beautiful.” He whispered, resting his head on top of yours, still wearing a faint smile as he drifted off with you.

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[jhugas]

‘Of Course Baby.’- Jung Hoseok

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Genre: Drabble, smut, fluff at the end♡

Pairing: military! Hoseok X Reader

Summary: You needed him one last time before he left again..

Word count: ~1,2k

Warnings/tags: Buffed!Hoseok, military!Hoseok, big dick lol, kissing over his boxers, oral (m receiving), making out, cums in her mouth, unprotected sex, he cums twice, cunt penetration, stand up sex (he carries her), rough sex, creampie, clothed sex.

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‘Don’t go babe~’ you tell him as he’s ready to leave the apartment early.

‘I have to, next time we’ll see each other we’ll spend another amazing week, alright?’ He said trying to comfort you.

He was leaving for the military again and was already wearing his uniform.

And though you had enough time this whole week to do as you pleased together, you wanted more, just one last thing.

‘Please baby…’ you whisper with a pout while locking eyes with him.

He then gets closer to you and whispers back ‘What do you want?’.

‘You know what I want…’ you answer him, meanwhile your hands start caressing his buffed chest, fingers going over his covered nipples before going straight to the point and holding his bulge entirely in your hands, squeezing it.

His leg twitches at the sudden touch but he doesn’t reject it, instead, he puts his hands over yours that’s on his crotch, and asks you one more time ‘Are you sure?’.

You nod immediately, and he starts moving his hand with yours on his cock on the side of his pants.

You can feel his cock getting harder and harder as you hear his breath becoming irregular.

Your lips then reach out for his, connecting each other like a puzzle and sucking his bottom lips, nibbling on it before his tongue starts playing with you.

Now that you were both making out and things were getting really heated.

You decided to unbutton his pants, pulling them down just enough to see his cock entirely in his Calvin Klein boxers.

You pull your lips away from his, then get down on your knees and get close to his boner. And to make it better for him, you try to arch your back as much as possible to make your ass more visible for him.

Indeed, when you looked up to him after, you got to see him looking at you with his siren eyes and a smirk, admiring your face and position from his point of view.

You couldn’t lose any more time.

You start kissing lightly his thigh before reaching his boxers and kissing his crotch, then finally, kissing his length over the tissue.

You place a few wet kisses from the top to his bottom and once you reached his tip, immediately wrapped your lips around it, making sure your spit passes through the tissue as you suck it like a lollipop.

You can hear Hoseok moaning, and you moan back with his tip in between your lips, making him feel vibrations.

But he needed more… he pulled you away then got his dick out of his boxers before pulling you back in harshly, his tip hitting the back of your throat.

He has his hands on your head, holding your hair as he pushes himself in and out your mouth recklessly, because nothing turned him more on than your gagging and wet sounds coming from your mouth, or pussy.

He feels himself already hitting his high as you suck him off like a pro, and indeed, a minute later he found himself pushing himself as deep as possible as he releases his cum down your throat.

Afterwards, he pulled out and took your hand, then carried you to get you up. He kissed your lips, as you tried to stand up correctly while your pussy was making wet sounds.

And when Hoseok heard your pussy begging for his thick cock, he knew he had to please you.

‘Fuck me please… I need you inside…’ you said with the strength you had left, and he answered without any doubt ‘Of course baby.’. But since there wasn’t any place to lay down, he thought he’d just do something he always wanted to try, have sex with you, standing up.

First, he took off your pants and panties with his strong hand, then he picked you up by your ass, making your legs wrap around him as his cock was fit and ready to penetrate you.

‘Can you really do this?’ You ask him, scared that he wouldn’t be able to pull this position the entire time.

‘Of course I can.’ He answered with confidence. Indeed, you could feel his strength in his arms, he could probably do this all day actually.

He quickly spits on his hand and spreads it on his hard cock, before finally getting you lower and pushing his tip into your wet cunt, making you feel him entirely and each inch of him.

You moaned deeply when he entered you, and then he started pounding in you, already finding your sweet spot and making you see stars around you.

There was something incredibly hot about him being able to carry you, make you jump up and down on his dick while he was standing up. Clapping sounds and loud moans were resonating around the room.

He was someone that always encouraged you to be as loud as needed, he always made sure you were confident about your body and moans and always empowered them.

‘You look so good baby.’ ‘Louder. Your moans are so hot…’ ‘I wish I could picture your pretty ass right now.’

Are the sentences that he said all of the time.

Meanwhile, he kept on making you feel so full and secured, his strong arms making sure you don’t fall off while he hits your sweet spot continuously, making your orgasm come fast to you.

‘I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum.’ You warned with a breathy voice.

‘Me too, I’m close.’ He answered.

Your legs started shaking around him, being completely vulnerable and putting your whole weight on him as he kept on carrying you easily.

Then you arched your back as he leaned back and pushed himself the deepest possible in you. Meanwhile, he kept a hand on your ass to keep you close and secured, and used his other to cup your face and make you look at him.

You scream of pleasure and once you felt his cum releasing in a rush inside you, you released yours, making both of your juices mix up in your one spot.

You kept eye contact the whole time, but once you came down from your high, you felt so exhausted your eyes closed alone.

He finally pulled out, and tried to make you stand up but it’s impossible for you in this state, so instead, he picked you back up, brought you to your bed and kissed you softly.

‘I’m sorry I can’t properly give you an aftercare or cuddle with you, but you know I’d love to. I have to go now… I’ll text you a lot, goodbye love.’

He said before kissing your forehead, then leaving silently.

When you woke up, you went to the kitchen and saw a paper on the table;

‘I love you♡ rest well and keep pictures of me close to you. I’ll be thinking of you and looking at your pictures before going to sleep every night, as always. I’ll be back soon. - yours (aka future husband)♡’

Thank you for reading! Likes, reblogs and comments are really really appreciated🫶🏻

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[peachypinkygloss]

Congrats on 2k! This is so exciting! Here’s my drabble idea: a threesome among f!reader x Sope. She’s riding Yoongi and Hobi’s got the back. I’m imagining a mid sized girl who gets showered with neck kisses and the boys are handsy af with her (i.e. grabbing her hips, fondling her tits, pulling her hair.) Work your magic and congratulations again!!!

thank you for requesting sope!! you're an angel omg 🥹

just having fun

You don't know how you got in this situation, but you won't complain.

pairing: yoongi x mid-sized/fem!reader x hoseok

genre: smut

warnings: threesome, unprotected sex, anal sex, a bit of degradation 🙏🏻, cum eating, 600 words.

This is part of my 2k milestone celebration! Here is the post for the drabble game! 🤍 (requests are closed!!)

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Hoseok collects your hair in an improvised ponytail, getting it away from your neck to lay warm and wet kisses over your neck. As his lips explore your skin, he stretches out your ass with his cock, going in and out very slowly, very carefully.

The sensations make your stomach flutter, sweet and melodic moans escaping your mouth all while you grind on Yoongi's dick. This one fumbles your dangling tits, groping your flesh and rolling your nipples under his rough, big palms.

Hoseok lets go of your hair, throwing it over your shoulder and tucking the wild strands over your ear. He grabs your hips and leans down to whisper in your ear. "What a brave girl," he chuckles, the husky tone of his voice making you shiver. "Taking us both at the same time..."

You mewl in response, hooded eyes staring down at Yoongi's face. He's watching his cock sliding in your wet pussy, a white ring coating the base of his length, the sight so filthy and dirty. He smirks when he looks up at you. A lopsided smile that confirms all of your doubts; these men will never leave your mind after that.

"What do we call that... Hm, I forgot the word," Hoseok wonders, talking casually as if he's not fucking your ass right now.

"A slut," Yoongi answers and you frown at him. "That's what she is," he breathes out, darting his pink tongue out to wet his dried lips.

"I'm not," you defend yourself. "I'm just... having fun," you giggle, but stopping when a moan rips out of you, Hoseok having smacked one of your asscheeks.

"Sure, you are, baby girl," he replies, a bit mockingly. "It's just not how most girls would enjoy their night, mh?" He laughs, thrusting in your ass, his cock stiff and hard, making you see stars.

You want to respond, but you lack the words and the brain for it. You only moan, proving right to the two men; maybe you're a slut. It doesn't really matter anyway, surely not when you're getting exactly what you want.

You ride Yoongi sloppily, being a little restricted by Hoseok, but you don't give up, you wouldn't even consider giving up. If they can make you cum multiple times on their tongues and fingers, so can you with your pussy and ass.

"Ah, fuck," Yoongi curses out, throwing his head back on the pillows. His hands grope your thighs, keeping you in place right over his dick. "This pussy's gonna fucking make me cum," he announces, making you feel proud of yourself.

"Same," Hoseok rasps out, breathing heavily behind you.

Everyone's really sweaty, the room is so hot and smells so much like sex. You don't think you will ever recover from that, to be honest.

It's not long until both men come undone, Hoseok slipping out of you to spill everything he has on your butt and Yoongi on your cunt. You're covered in hot cum, and you won't lie, it's a great feeling. Sure, it's sticky, but you've made two men orgasm at the same time.

"Here, open up for me, baby," Yoongi demands, showing you his fingers coated in his seeds. You obligate, sucking them clean, smiling and giggling after, feeling a bit high on your hormones.

Hoseok watches his own cum dribbling between your asscheeks, mentally taking pictures of the scene to never forget and perhaps touch himself to the thought later.

You're really grateful you've met those two guys tonight because if not, you wouldn't have had the best sex of your life.

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[kooksbunnnn]

Fuck around and..? JHS

Summary: Being neglected can bring out the brat inside you, little do you know that he loves to be the brat tamer.

Warnings: dom!hoseok × brat!reader. MATURE. 18+ Overstimulation? Edging? It's a mixture. Vibrator. Fingering. Unprotected sex(it's a no-no in reality). Reader cries and begs. THEY ARE DANCERS. Please tell me if I missed something.

Words: 1.7k approx.

Authors note: I am a little rusty and this is slightly unedited as well so please forgive if I make any mistake. Also, you can ask me to add you in the permanent taglist, so when I upload any drabble or story you could be notified🫶 ___________________________________________

"It seems like I underestimated how obidient you are. My perfect disciple."

The most important thing in dance is discipline, Hoseok told you that on the first day you visited his studio. You heard about how much body control he had, you just didn't realize how much you wanted him to control your body as well.

You used to imagine how his hands would feel around your throat or inside you. How would his dick feel in your throat or any of your holes. Never had you felt so out of control around someone. Always trying to get praised for how you move your hips.

Compliments about your dance turned into rewards so quick you didnt realize when he started to praise you for how good you looked riding him rather than at a move he taught. 

And soon, you realized why you felt so powerless around him. It was like he stripped you of your powers as soon as you walked in that studio. He didn't have to say it verbally it was just the way he looked at you that made you submit to him.

You did not wanna upset him or disobey him. He made that very clear when you both started to date and get intimate, but getting less attention from him during crowded classes just wanted you to test his patience.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He says with a smile, fake, you can tell, calling you near your camera that was already set to film the routine, while all the dancers take a break.

"Tying my hair?" You say in a tone which makes his jaw tick. He hated you practicing with your hair tied up in front of others. Any other hairstyles were okay but this was his to hold, his to play around with, his to pull on while you got your throat fucked.

It made him want to bend you in front of everyone and tell them whom you belong to.

But as long as it got his attention, you were ready to risk it all.

He just glares at you as you stop letting your hair fall for the moment where you put your band in between your teeth, his gaze now unable to stay still on your eyes. You turn away from him to fidget with the camera's settings, pretending to fix something he told you to. 

"Dont test me, doll." He says with his eyes squeezed, head tilted towards his feet.

"Oh yeah?" Stepping away from the camera, you start to put your hair very slowly in a ponytail, your top rising above your navel. He raises his head, eyes slowly trailing over your body.

Looking straight in your eyes, he steps towards you and scoffs. Looking at you, he raises a challenging brow meanwhile you finish your hairstyle by pulling the hair tie from your lips dramatically.

Tightening the hold of the hair tie on your messy pony tail with a raised brow, you tilt your head smiling innocently.

"Whatchu you gonna do about it, sir?" You challenge him with a smirk.

He smiles,"why dont you fuck around and find out, brat?"

A muffled cry escapes you as you feel your orgasm approaching. Once again.

The question, would he let you come or edge you again comes back. Again.

Hands at your back tied with a tie and mouth stuffed with a ball gag covered in spit, your knees were bruising against the satin sheets. You spread your shaking knees apart enough for your folds to touch the mattress and the vibrator that hoseok holds under your pussy.

He had been surprising you with different personas every time you saw him perform, but this? This dominant persona is your favorite, it is overwhelming to experience yet so cunt-clenchingly exciting every time.

"That's it, doll, let it go." He coos mockingly, and his voice sounds so soft against his appearance, shirtless and trousers unbottoned, making his briefs visible.

His voice makes you shiver in anticipation and makes you believe he is gonna let you come but then he can be so unpredictable.

Since he was choosing when to let you come, he has also been randomly edging you, you dont want to believe his words anymore.

You knew the first orgasm would have been a mind numbing one but he just laughed and removed the vibrator away from your pussy, laughing at how pathetically you cried. Surprising you with an orgasm after that by just lightly tapping your clit, soon followed by another one that almost made you blackout of overstimulation.

"Yeah? You wanna?"

Nodding your head slowly, your head falls back with a muffled moan. Tears falling over mixing with your spit your knees shake as he holds you with one hand and presses the vibrator harder on your clit with the other.

"Ohhhhh, feels good, right?"

He lets out at the same time you let out a low groan, making fun of how you shake and moan in front of him.

You nod your head again with garbled sounds coming from your mouth. Leaning in, he kisses your cheek, warm breath fanning your face, and you open your eyes to look at his dark ones, whining and mumbling a plea.

"Did you say something?" He says, pausing when you mumble something behind the gag. When you dont respond to his question, he immediately removes the pressure and puts the device aside.

"Look at me." He says gently holding your face with bith of his hands. "Are you okay? Still green?" You nod but he still loosens your gag.

"Words."

"Yes, green, just needed a sec." You say with a tired smile to assure his suddenly softening and concerned eyes.

"You're doing great baby, so perfect," he says, kissing you, which immediately makes you feel safe. Tightening the gag at your assurance, he leans down to lick a stripe from your tits to the spot behind your ear, making you flinch with sensitivity. Laughing, he grabs your waist to stop you from running.

Switching the vibrating device, he replaces it with his long fingers.

"Fuck baby, you're so wet." He breathes lightly rubbing his hand sideways and shifts his other hand from your waist to your head slowly. Your head falls back as his hand grazes your spine but soon gets yanked back to place by your ponytail in order to make sure you look him straight in the eye.

"I know you wanna cum all over my hands, baby, but have you been a good girl?" You nod almost too quickly at his question making him tsk in disappointment.

"Wow" he scoffs, "you really got some nerve, huh?" He snarls and slips two of his fingers inside you while unlocking the gag behind your head. You gasp as it falls off, and your head lols forward at the way his fingers felt inside you. Pulling your head back by your hair again, he says through his teeth,

"I am gonna ask you again, do you deserve to cum?" He grits his teeth while pulling his fingers out now palming your mound sloppily and slowly waiting for you to answer.

"I-I am sorry. Please-" he slaps your cunt making you gasp as soon as he hears your throaty plea.

"Yes or no!" He says now rubbing your folds with his palm slowly as you squirm with your mouth open in silent moan.

"No, no, oh shit, no!" You cry.

Parting your pussy lips with his index and ring finger he slowly flicks your clit making your body twitch with every movement his finger does.

"Such a good slut, so obidient." He coos licking your earlobe and you shake in his hold. Pressing his fingers in again he groans at how wet and sloppy you are. Letting your hands fall free from the back he opens the knot and pushes you lightly on the bed.

You watch with hooded eyes as he takes his dick out of his trousers and then throws his shirt somewhere on the ground. Rubbing his length all over your pussy, he enters you.

You gasp, feeling him inside you, stretch burning your walls. Your tears fall out as your hands reach to hold him.

"F-fuuuuck so tight- ah shit"

"Oh thats it"

You both moan at the same time. You could feel every ridge his dick had, its head reaching spots that makes you see stars.

"Oh, you're soooo dick drunk, baby," he smiles, wiping away the drool at the corner of your lips, and you moan, eyes rolling back.

"Such a good girl, so pretty. Fucking gorgeous" he says giving sloppy kisses to your neck and collarbones. You gasp when he bites your nipple while almost picking you up from the mattress from how hard he presses your body closer to his.

"Squeezing me so good, baby" he breathes.

"H-hobi," you squirm out of sensitivity, so he pulls out and quickly maneuvers your legs on one side, sliding in once again. The angle makes you both feel each other in a better way, tighter and closer.

Thrusting in and out, he reaches to your hand, which tries to find something to hold, entwining your fingers with his. He holds it beside your head against the mattress, slightly twisting you.

While your other hand goes up in his hair, he kisses you with fervor, grunting in your mouth licking up all your whines. He groans at the way you squeeze him. He pushes in once again grinding and rolling his dick deeper inside you.

"Oh my god," you gasp, pulling on his hair.

"Take it, I know you can." He says, gritting his teeth and sloppily thrusting in and out of you, signaling his climax. You both grunt at how harsh his thrusts are, almost punishing with a bruising hold on your hips as the sound of your skin smacking fills the room.

"Go on baby, ah fuck- tell me, who do you belong to?" He says, holding your jaw with his fingers turning your face towards him.

"You," you gasp, his lips brushing on yours.

"Me who, doll?" He licks in your mouth but pulls back before you can suck on it.

"Hoseok." You breathe out heavily followed by a moan on a particularly sharp thrust.

"Again-" he moans biting your chin.

"H-Hoseok," you moan louder this time.

"Louder." He grunts

"Hos-ohh,"  he shifts back to spread your legs open once again. Fisting the sheets above your head, he thrusts in you faster.

"Louder!"

"Hoseok- fuck oh my god!" You scream and he groans kissing you.

"Fuck. Cum, doll"

Your back arches and you clamp around his cock making him give a hard thrust followed by thick white spurts released into you. You moan at how filled you feel.

Chests heaving you both try to catch your breath, body sweaty and sticky you both stay in the position for some seconds. Coming back from his high, he peppers your body with small kisses, making your eyes flutter at the warm satiated feeling.

Tiredness take over you and you feel yourself falling asleep. Hoseok tries to slip out of you but you lock your hands over his shoulders, whining sleepily and making him slip inside you once again.

He smiles at how clingy and cute you become post-sex. Kissing you once again, he hums deep in your ear,

"Sweetie, I gotta clean you up." tucking a hair lock behind your ear, he pats your side gently.

"5 more minutes." You mumble, hugging him again.

"Baby-"

"Please," you pull him in tighter and wrap your legs around him, gasping at the feeling of his dick inside you. He teasingly thrusts his softening dick inside you once again, making you whine and bury your head in his neck.

He chuckles giving in, "Fine. Brat."

Date: 18th February 2024

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[hyungieyoongi]

Things They Do After You Get Engaged – Hyung Line

Pairing: Hyung Line x Reader (not poly)

Genre: Fluff (like extremely fluffy fluff) 

Word Count: 1.0K

A/N: hyung line forever 

Jin 

“Jin, not again,” you whispered in panic to your fiancé, looking around at the many pairs of eyes staring at you in the park. You gave a soft smile to an elderly woman who was holding a hand to her heart, watching the two of you with fond eyes.

“Y/N, you are the love of my life. I am so lucky to call you mine. Will you be my wife? Marry me?” Jin asked, holding onto your left hand. He raised it to his lips, giving you a wink as he placed a gentle kiss to the back of it. Your cheeks flushed pink at his actions, shaking your head at your ridiculous life partner with affection.

“Yes, of course I will,” you said, letting out a sigh as the bystanders surrounding the two of you broke out into light applause. Jin smiled at you, standing up as he took you in his arms.

“Sweetheart, you can’t propose every time we are out in public,” you murmured into his chest, recovering from the slight embarrassment you felt as a result of Jin’s public display of affection.  

“But then how will people know how much I love you?” Jin asked seriously, pulling back to look at you. You held up your left hand, the diamond glinting in the sunshine.

“I think that was the whole point of this,” you said. “Remember how you gave it to me the first time you proposed?”

“Ah yes, well, I just like reliving my favorite moment,” Jin said, taking your hand in his and entwining your fingers so you could carry on with your walk.

“Is this going to stop any time soon?” you asked.

“Hmm, I’m not sure, want me to ask again?”  

“You’re insufferable,” you groaned.

“Good thing you love me anyway,” Jin said, wrapping his arm snuggly around you.

“Aren’t you lucky,” you teased.

“Yes, yes, I am.”

Yoongi

“What are you doing?” Yoongi asked, glancing over at you with a confused expression behind his glasses.

You were frantically searching for your engagement ring underneath the kitchen table, hoping the sixth place you looked would finally be successful. You placed the ring in the same place every night before bed; this morning, it wasn’t there.

“Yoongi, get over here and come help me,” you said, frantically sweeping the wood floor with your eyes trying to spot a glimpse of the silver band.

“Babe, slow down, what’s wrong?” Yoongi asked, standing in front of you, hands on your shoulders to force you to stop your manic search efforts.

“I can’t find it,” you wailed, starting to break down from frustration. “My engagement ring—it’s gone!”

Much to your surprise, Yoongi chuckled.

“What could possibly be funny at a time like this?” you nearly shouted, stepping away from him in shock. Yoongi stopped laughing at your response, but a smirk still played at his lips.

“Y/N, I took it to the jeweler to get cleaned today. I’ll pick it up tomorrow morning on my way to the studio,” Yoongi shrugged nonchalantly. Your jaw dropped open slightly in shock, relief flooding your system as you realized it was in safe hands.

“Yoongi, I swear to God, if you ever do that again without telling me,” you threatened, stepping toward him with finger extended menacingly toward him. Yoongi held his hands up, acting innocent.

“Hey, I was just trying to be nice! I know it makes you happy when your ring sparkles.”

“If you weren’t so sweet, I’d throttle you right now,” you grumbled. Yoongi looked at you with pride.

“And that, ladies and gentlemen, is my future wife.”  

Hoseok

This morning, it was a bright pink sticky note.

Good morning, sunshine, have a great day at work!

Yesterday, it was green.

Hello, my love, miss you already! See you at dinner!

Since the two of you got engaged, you had gotten used to occasionally seeing a neon sticky note on your dresser in the morning as you got ready for the day. Your engagement ring was always sitting next to the note, lid of the black, velvet box open to show off the beautiful diamond.

The first time it happened, you asked Hoseok about it while the two of you cuddled on the couch later that evening.  

“I just want to make you smile every morning, even on the days I have to leave earlier than you for work, and I don’t get to see you,” Hoseok explained, lips pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he continued to watch the show the two of you had started. Only your fiancé could manage to say one of the most romantic things you had ever heard sound so nonchalant.

You placed the ring on your finger, admiring it for a moment. You added the sticky note to your collection of them at the bottom drawer of your jewelry box before taking out your phone to text Hobi.

Thank you for making me smile, I love you.  

Namjoon

You lifted the covers gently, trying not to wake your fiancé sleeping soundly next to you. You scooted under the duvet, a content sigh leaving your lips as your head finally hit the pillow. You were up late working on a project for work, Namjoon long having gone to bed before you finished for the night. 

You reached over his sleeping form to turn off his bedside lamp that he had left on. As you reached the switch, you felt Namjoon shift slightly, making you freeze. 

“Love? You finally coming to bed?” Namjoon asked, his voice muffled and rough from sleep. 

“Yes, go back to sleep,” you whispered, successfully turning the switch, engulfing the room in darkness. 

Namjoon turned around to face you after you laid back down, eyes still closed. He reached for your left hand, bringing it up to his lips to place a kiss on the empty ring finger where your engagement ring sits throughout the day—it was a habit that Namjoon had started after the two of you became engaged a few months ago. When you took your ring off at the end of the day and the two of you went to bed, Namjoon would take your hand in his, kissing the ring finger that symbolized your future together. It never failed to make your heart flutter. 

“Goodnight, Joonie,” you whispered. 

“Goodnight, my love.”

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[eoieopda]

the one where hoseok comes home

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x gn!Reader Type: Drabble // Fluff // Established Relationship AU Rating: PG-13 — Minors DNI w/ my content, regardless! CW: None 💕 Summary: It’s October 2024 and your life finally — finally — resumes its orbit. WC: .5k A/N: Deviating from my WIPs (ope) because I needed a fix-it fic for, like, reality? Nobody requested this lil baby blurb, unless you count… me. Dedicated to (m)y jihope-biased emotional support moot, @here2bbtstrash

You’d learned more in eighteen months than you had in over eighteen years of formal education.

The first lesson came on your second morning alone: hotteok tastes better when it’s made for you. Even if the cook gets distracted by the background music they themselves are generating. Even if the edges are crispier than they should be, and the centers are a bit gooey, or there’s pre-packaged mix dusting over your previously clean countertops. Even if that hotteok is cold by the time you stop kissing and start eating, you know now that few things in life are sweeter.

He is, of course, but the point still stands.

Showers, you’d learned, are colder when you take them alone. This was a surprise you grappled with for weeks and a confounding reality you still struggle to square. A scientific mystery, then and now.

All of the hot water was yours — exclusively — to use as you pleased. You didn’t have to scramble, soap-covered and squealing, for the prime spot under the shower head. Cold air didn’t nip at your damp skin when you lost territory because you didn’t have to compete for any in the first place. Still, without whole-chested laughter to echo off the walls, not much existed to separate your body from cold porcelain.

The absence of personal space isn’t something you intend to ever take for granted again.

Of all the things you’d realized in your uncharacteristically quiet apartment, one thing hit a little harder:

Love looks different every day.

Sometimes, it comes at an odd angle. It’s spending all thirty minutes of a daily allowance with a phone propped against a faucet. It’s staring up at someone’s chin, watching fondly as they brush their teeth, and smiling when they remember — without being told — to put the cap back on the toothpaste.

Other times, it looks like an Excel spreadsheet of pop culture news, fastidiously collected and organized so that no groundbreaking celebrity gossip goes unreported. It’s incredulous eyes and a scandalized mouth hanging open, interjecting occasionally with, “Wa, jinjja?”

Every now and then, it looks like handwritten letters with thick, black redactions applied after the fact with a far heavier hand. Though you couldn’t tell where in the Republic they came from, you knew — without question — that government censorship does not apply to hastily doodled hearts.

Today, however, love doesn’t look like much of anything because its hands are covering your eyes.

It sounds like clean spoons clattering back into the dishwasher you’d been emptying, entirely unaware that the door down the hall had opened and shut out of earshot. It smells like army-issued shampoo and Thai milk tea from that little spot near the train station, where surprise journeys home occur two days ahead of schedule. And it feels like the ground shifting beneath your fluffy house slippers; the Earth now back on its axis and ready to resume spinning like it should.

Tonight, love will taste like hotteok for dinner — and you won’t have to make it yourself.

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[bangtaninborderland]

JHS - Twisted Feelings (15)

Summary: After working at an award show for 2 years everything had become normal, idols were no longer exciting to see, performances became dull and every day blended together, that was until an unexpected man asked for your help.

Warning: themes of stalking.

A/N: it was my grandmas funeral today, I felt bad not posting. I’ll trying to get my shit together lol.

Ch.14 | MasterList | Ch.16

It had taken you twice as long to pack everything thanks to the continuous throbbing on your side and because you’d refused help. Hoseok had cancelled your Saturday session with Jungkook asking to do your Sunday session over video call.

You were thankful for the time it gave you to prepare for the move, all you had to do was find a moving company and everything was set. In all honesty you were excited about the prospect of a new apartment, it was significantly nicer than the one you had now but you couldn’t help feeling sentimental.

This was the first thing you had for yourself after leaving home. The first place you convinced a landlord to let you rent as an immature adult, the first place you’d brought a doormat for, the first place you’d had a taste of independence at.

It would be a place you missed but not a place you wished to return to.

You limped your way up the stairs, the thought of taking the elevator alone making your stomach churn uncomfortably. The halls were bare which wasn't weird for 8am on a Monday, with everyone either busy with a schedule or at home not yet being required to work. You still had 30 minutes until you were due to have your class with Hoseok which was definitely a blessing as you continued to hop your way to your ‘office’ with as little issue as possible.

“Yn?”

You nearly made, so nearly made it to relaxing in your comfortable chair for a little while before teaching all day. “Yes?”

You turn to find Jimin watching you, eyebrows furrowed. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine jimin-ssi.” You smiled through your teeth.

“Ah” he shook his head. “Taehyung and I already agreed on us all being Informal with each other, we are all the same age.”

“I know, I still want to be professional when it calls for it though. I just don’t want anyone thinking badly of me.” You admit, working around celebrities had meant you had to carry yourself differently least everyone suspect you to be fame hungry or whatever other accusation they could come up with. “Is everything okay?”

“I just noticed you were limping.” He gestured to your leg and you did all you could to stand straight.

“It’s fine.” You brush him off. “Just too much walking.”

“Are you sure? I don’t think I remember you being checked out after the elevator accident.” He frowns as though recalling the incident.

The last thing you want is to spend any more unnecessary time doing unprofessional things in your very professional workplace. “I promise i'm okay. I was fine afterwards, I was packing all weekend and overdid it. If it gets any worse I’ll go to the doctor for a check up.”

He sighs, thankfully giving up on the matter. “Okay, Hyung should be here soon. If you need anything Jungkookie and I are going to be practising in studio B. Come and find us whenever.”

“Thank you, I will do. Have a good practice.” You wave him off as you enter your office, grunting as your body slumps rather ungracefully into the chair.

You quickly organised the papers you needed for the day, finding Hoseoks folder and setting it out on the desk ready for whenever he came.

You felt your bag vibrate against your leg, reaching down to grab your phone.

No caller ID

You tried to think about who would be calling you, it wasn’t as though an abundance of people had your number but then again with the move you’d had to contact a few moving companies and of course your new landlord.

You picked up. “Hello?”

“Blue shirt, black dress pants, you have a limp… I guess you did get hurt in the elevator after all.” The voice was distorted, it sounded like somethi he straight from a horror movie.

You hung up quickly, stuffing the phone in your bag as you checked out of the small window.

Someone was watching you, someone was watching you and knew exactly what you were wearing…did they cause the elevator accident too?

“Hey.” Hoseok knocked on the door, making you jump. “Woah I’m sorry.” He takes a step back, hands up as a surrender.

“No no.” You quickly apologise, grabbing his folder and the extra pens you’d brought. “I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention.”

“You look scared, is everything okay?” He asks as he slides onto the chair opposite you.

“Yeah, I got lost in my own head, ignore me.” You laugh, pulling out the necessary worksheets. “I thought we could practice conversation today, it’s better if you learn the correct grammar for speaking rather than writing. Is that okay?”

“Whatever you think is best.” He agrees, taking a sip of his coffe before cleaning closer and giving you a full whiff of ‘expensive’.

You talked him through a few conversation starters, correcting him whenever he responded incorrectly before moving on to some vocabulary games, throwing in a few awful jokes along the way to make it a better experience for the rapper.

“You’re good at this.” He laughs out.

You can’t help but smile. “At what?”

“Making boring things fun. You don’t make me feel as though I can’t do it.” He explains sincerely.

“I’m happy to.” And you were, despite the fact it was your job it brought you joy. “Okay so just a few more vocabulary cards and then we will practice again and you can take a test.”

“I feel like im back in high school.” He sighs dramatically. “So much for graduating.”

“Actually, your cover of that graduation song was played at my school when we left.” You couldn’t help but recall the memory, a few of your classmates had gathered to do a little dance to it.

“Really?” He sat forward, eyes wide in surprise. “Did you listen?”

“I even danced to it.” You were fine embarrassing yourself if it made him laugh more.

“Wow.” He leans back. “I want to see.”

“Pass the test and I’ll ask my eomma to send me the video.” You shrug, sliding the paper over to him.

He looks at the paper. “What about the questions and vocabulary cards.”

“I’m making teaching fun.” You laugh, packing them away. “Good luck on your test.”

“I take it back, you are just like my high school English teacher.” He huffs playfully, picking up the pen.

He takes 25 minutes to completely finish, only asking for clarification on one question which was an improvement from your last few classes. You marked it quickly, his leg shaking in anticipation.

“So?” He asks the second you set the red pen down.

You fake a frown. “I guess I’ll text my eomma and ask.”

“Yes!” He shouts, slapping the table in excitement.

“You’ve done really well today, you should be proud of yourself. In between our classes you should listen to podcasts, YouTube videos, music, anything with English as much as possible. It may seem stupid if you can’t understand it all but I promise it is worth it.”

The timer goes off before you can give him any more ‘homework’.

“Thank you. Seriously, I had fun. I’ll try to do what you said.” He holds out his pinks. “Promise.”

“Very American.” You laugh, linking your pinky before pulling away. “Have you got a busy schedule today?”

“About 4 hours of dancing.” He groans. “And then just recording some more adlibs for the album.”

“I’m sure you’ll do amazing.” You give him a thumbs up as he opens the door.

“You’re welcome to come and watch if you have time, the staff are always there.” He offers.

“I’ll try and come by if I can, I was sent a few interviews to translate.” You explain, your love to watch them dance but you still didn’t feel as though it was your place. You didn’t want to seem overly comfortable when you’d only gotten the job because Hoseok had personally requested it. “You shouldn’t be late.”

“Of course not.” He checks his phone before frowning. “You’re right I should go, I’ll see you later if you’re still here when I get a break.”

“I’ll hold you to it.” You wait for the door to close before relaxing on your chair with a groan, your hands instantly wrapping around your hip as though to syphon the pain away.

It took you four hours and 45 minutes to completely every single interview that had been sent to you, in hindsight you probably should have procrastinated as much as you did but you couldn’t help it.

With work out of the way your mind drifted back to the earlier phone call, it was something you should report, you knew that.

You just didn’t want to worry anyone.

“Fuck.” You hiss, rummaging through your draw, finding the painkillers you’d put in there for emergencies and taking three.

Your phone buzzed, the screen flashing up with an email notification.

You click on it, guessing it was something work related only to notice the sender being unregistered and the text box empty.

Strange.

There’s an attachment at the end of the empty text box, your stomach twisted as you opened it. The screen now displays an image of you entering the building with the words “You’re easy to find.” edited across it.

“What the fuck.” You cuss to yourself. Taking a screenshot of both the image and the email before closing the app.

If this was happening because you were working with the members then why did it feel so personal?

“You’re still here?” You looked up to find Hoseok standing in the doorway, hair and face sweaty from dance practice. “I thought you would have come to see.”

“I really wanted to.” You explain. “I just had so much work to do.”

“I understand, it’s important and you don’t have to explain yourself to me.” He takes a few gulps of his water bottle. “Have you finished it all?”

“Yeah, finally.” You playfully swipe your forehead. “How was dance practice?”

He shrugs. “It was good.”

The conversation falls silent and for a few seconds you stare at each other before your phone buzzes with another notification.

Another email.

You can’t help but open it, despite how rude it may seem to be during a conversation your fingers itch to know what lies within the attachment.

It’s another image but this one had been taken days ago, one of you outside of the restaurant you had gone to with Jimin, Taehyung and Hoseok.

“Hoseok?” You call out, turning your phone towards him.

He frowns as he takes the device, eyes going wide at the picture. “Is this the only one?”

“Of us? Yes.”

“And of you?” He asks, handing the phone back to you.

You contemplate lying but decide against it, you didn’t want to break the little trust you had. “I received another one earlier.”

He huffs shaking his head. “We need to take this to management, they may be able to have the email address tracked.”

“Okay let’s go.” You mumble, attempting to stand only for your leg to give out underneath you leaving you undignified as you fall to the floor.

“Shit.” Hoseok drops his water bottle as he reaches out to help you up. “Are you okay?”

“My hip.” You explain, using his body to support you. “It hurts.”

“Can I see?” He asks, resting your body against your desk.

You lift up your shirt, pushing the waistband of your pants down, a deep purple bruise scales your hip

“You have to get it checked, that looks awful.” He grabs your phone before wrapping an arm around your waist. “Lean on me, I’ll take you to the company doctor.”

You internally cringe at how another day has gone so wrong. “Okay, thank you.”

“What are friends for if not human crutches?” He laughs weakly carrying you both to the doctor.

Thankfully the room is close, the doctor rushing you in to sit on the hospital style bed. You explain what happened, answering all of his questions whilst he layers heat packs against your side.

“It’s not broken but you definitely have a hip pointer.” He explained, showing you similar images from a book. “It’s when you directly impact your hip causing bruising, pain, tenderness and it may impact your walking. You shouldn’t do much physical activity for at least a week.”

“It’s not bad.” You feel lighter knowing nothing had broken and all that could help was a little bit of rest. “Thank you for seeing me so fast.”

The doctor waves you off, giving you a prescription for some antibiotics as you left the office.

“Here let me help you back to your office.” Hoseok offers, wrapping his arm around you before you could contest against it. “I’m sorry we didn’t realise you were hurt.”

“It’s my own fault really, I pushed it too hard this weekend getting everything ready to move.” You hate the idea of him blaming himself for your own actions, you were a big girl and it was your responsibility.

He practically carried you back to your office despite your protests that it would do no good for him to be injured too only for him to shush you and insist on helping. Only when you were secured back in your seat did he drop onto the small couch in the corner. “I think you’ll have to attend a recording session tomorrow, there’s some producers coming from America and Nicole isn’t here.”

“I’ll check my schedule but I'm sure it will be on there if Nicole isn’t here.” You’d briefly met the other translator, she was kind but far too busy to make daily conversation with. You could see why they needed a secondary translator. “Don’t you have to record some things?”

“Ah.” He shakes his head. “We are going to wait until tomorrow so we can see what the producers say.”

“About the picture…” You start addressing the elephant in the room. “I think we should be careful about who we tell, I don’t understand how anyone would know where we were or what I was wearing unless they had been close to the building and possibly even had access. “I know inside leaks aren’t that uncommon.”

“It’s true but after years of experience it’s always best to tell management, if you can’t walk there I can call them and they will come here?” He offers.

Despite how cramped your tiny office would be you didn’t think you’d be able to manage another trip around the building so soon after having your hip poked and prodded at. “If you wouldn’t mind.”

He steps out of the room as he makes whatever phone call he needs to, returning a few seconds later. “They are coming down now.”

It’s relatively a quick affair, Sejin taking all the information from the email along with screenshots before explaining that he will take it to the HYBE security and protection team to have it investigated, finally explaining. “If you’re worried you should stay with someone else, a friend or family maybe. We ask that you don’t contact the police yet, we want to compile a full report before involving them.”

“Thank you Sejin-Ssi.” You nod respectfully in his direction as he leaves.

“It wasn’t that bad.” Hoseok jokes trying to lighten the mood. “If you’re finished for the day I can drop you home? We have been told to rest until the producers come by tomorrow.”

You soften at the offer but still can’t find it in your to accept. “Oh no it’s absolutely fine, I can just take a taxi or the bus. I doubt it’s safe for you to come to my apartment with all these pictures being taken.”

“Please? I feel awful that you’re in pain. I know how to go undetected.” He presses.

You consider it before giving in, it was daylight and he knew what he was doing. “Okay, only if you’re sure.”

“I am. Here, let me take that.” He grabs your bag, swinging it over his shoulder before once again offering you his arm to lean on. “One time Jungkook hurt his foot before a concert and afterwards he felt awful so we took turns carrying him around.”

You both make your way into the elevator, your heart picking up as memories from the accident flash through your mind. “Did it help him feel better?”

“Nope. Jin Hyung dropped him.” Hoseok snorts at the horrified look on your face. “It was fine, everyone was fussing around him. We got him onto the couch and Jin Hyung ordered his favourite foods.”

“It worked out then?” You ask, grinning as the elevator grows closer to the ground floor.

“Sort of?” He questions. “When Jin Hyung went to get some extra napkins Jungkook poured hot sauce over his food.”

“So it was payback?” You ask through a laugh.

He shakes his head as he grins. “Not at all, Jin Hyung had been plating up Namjoons food.”

The realisation dawns on you. “So let me get this right, Seokjin-ssi dropped Jungkook-ah and then as an apology brought him his favourite food. Jungkook sabotages Seokjin-ssi’ food but it was actually Namjoon-ssi’ food?”

He hums as he helps you out to the artist only car park. “Yep, but Taehyung-ah stole a bite and he is terrible with spicy food. He ended up knocking over a pitcher of water all over the dish Jungkook had wanted.”

You take a moment to laugh at that, the thought of a joke turning into absolute chaos around the dinner table. “So then what happened?”

“We all gave up, half of the meal was drenched in cold water, the other half was cold.” He chuckles as he unlocks his car and helps you in.

You wait until he starts the car to ask any more. “What did you eat?”

“Yoongi Hyung had ordered pizza as he didn’t want fried chicken so we stole it.” He laughs, carefully checking the street as he turns the car. “But Hyung is good, he ordered two pizzas.”

“You’ve known each other for a long time, I'm sure he probably can tell when it’s necessary.” Na-Rae has always been the same, knowing what you need before you do.

He shrugs. “I think we are all just synched. It’s a little scary how similar yet different we are.”

“Well clearly it works.” You point to the little picture resting in the back of his phone case, one of all seven of them at an award show.

He looks at you with a smile. “I guess it does. Put your address into my phone, I don’t know where im going.”

You punch in the address, the map on his phone displaying a 20 minute car journey.

The drive passes by as it had started, filled with never ending conversation and laughter. When you finally pulled up to your apartment you frowned to yourself, you didn’t want to journey nor the conversation to end. “Thank you for dropping me home.”

“Let me help you up.” He doesn’t give you a chance to argue before he is already opening your door, throwing your bag over his shower before helping you stand. “Does your building have an elevator?”

“Yeah, it's not fancy or anything though.” You explain.

You weren’t often a person who felt insecure but Hoseok was someone who had everything, whatever he owned, wore, ate, did was far more luxurious than anything you’d ever experienced. “Fancy is overrated.”

You push the broken elevator button, the machine loud as it carries you up to your floor. As soon as you step off the elevator you’re reaching for your keys, only to stop as you see your door open.

“Oh my god.” You rush over, forgetting the pain in your hip as you push it open.

You’re thankful Hoseok is there as you feel your eyes water. The apartment is wrecked, pictures of your friends and family had been smashed on the floor, the walls covered in paint and other substances you weren’t willing to touch, pillows torn open, furniture thrown across the room. Anything and everything that could be reached had been damaged.

“Come back out here.” Hoseok directs, pulling you into his arms as he dials the police.

You let yourself cry as he spoke to the operator, your heard pained with the acceptance that everything you’d worked for had been destroyed.

#bts smut #bts x reader #bts #hoseok drabble #hoseok comfort #hoseok angst #hoseok x reader #hoseok smut #jhope x reader #hoseok fluff #bts fic #bts hoseok #bts angst #bts fluff #bts fanfiction #Jungkook x reader #Jungkook smut #jimin x reader #jimin smut #taehyung x reader #taehyung smut #Namjoon x reader #Namjoon smut #yoongi x reader #yoongi smut #seokjin x reader #seokjin smut #jungkook drabble #yandere hoseok #hoseok

[minisugakoobies]

pleaseeeEEE PLEASE write a drabble of hot emo hobi with the long hair falling in your face as he's above youuuuuuuu ... Begging is not beneath me

Ok, normally I would not do this since I am not currently taking requests, but I’m working through my feelings for Hobipalooza and it turns out they’re mostly 😵‍💫🥴🥵 so I gotta get them out….

Smutty drabble below the cut…

"Fuck," you moan as Hoseok pounds you into the soft sheets of his bed. The trailer rocks around you from the power of his hips. You've no idea how he has the energy to fuck you like this after tonight's performance, but you're not about to ask and break the moment.

He lays above you, propped up by his elbows on either side of your head, staring down at where the two of you meet, but at your moans, he glances up. His eyes are obscured by his long dark curls, which drip with the exertion of his movements, but his smirk is obvious.

"Is that good, baby? 'm I treating this pussy right?"

You groan at his words, wanting more more more of him. So you slide your fingers through his thick hair, wrapping the strands around your fingers, and tug.

He stills for a second.

You immediately apologize. "Fuck, I'm sorry, did that h-"

"Do it again." The command is low, a deep rumble that makes you clench around his cock.

"What?"

He reaches underneath you with a gloved hand and slides a pillow under your hips, tilting you so that his next pump hits you deep enough to make you gasp. Then he does it again as his other hand finds your laced fingers, urging them to tangle more. "I said, do it again."

So you do. You pull on his sweaty locks, swallowing his depraved groans with your mouth. Wet strands brush your cheeks as you kiss away his sounds, until his deep thrusts push you over your edge and you turn your head away, air rushing to fill your lungs so you can scream it back out in the form of his name. His rhythm slips and he coats your walls with his climax, but his hand stays on yours, and you stroke his hair as he collapses on you and even after, as your eyes both close and your breathing deepens to sleep.

#hoseok smut #hoseok x you #hoseok x reader #hoseok drabble #bts smut #asks #anon #jung hoseok smut #got a little soft at the end LOL #hobipalooza #jung hoseok

[chyuuiung]

do I make you nervous?

quick hobi drabble, had this thought literally 10 mins ago and figured I should write it so I won't forget it, so forgive me for any mistakes 🙏 the dynamic between the two could be up for interpretation but I thought it was rlly cute. might make a longer, revised version later.

NOT PROOFREAD

no warnings

it was during the photoshoot for the concept photos of his upcoming album, and you decided to lend a helping hand with his makeup.

"hold still for a second," you said with a breathy laugh, holding his jaw gently to lift his head up to you. you held the eyeliner pencil, using it to mark the area on his nose where you'd be gluing the fake bridge piercing.

"are you done?" he asks, moving his head forward to look in the mirror while fixing a couple strands of his hair.

"no silly, I haven't even put the glue on yet" you said, once again holding his jaw and lifting it. "here, put your hand out" he held his hand open in front of him for you to put the little plastic beads as you put the glue on the eyeliner marks you had previously made.

hoseok looks into your eyes as your face hovers above his, you can feel the tension but avoid the eye contact, smirking ever so slightly. you knew what he was doing, and he knew that you knew.

shyly, you turn around, definitely a bit farther than necessary to put the glue back down. you turned back to him, his head still leaning back, picking up a metal bead out of his open palm.

as your face closens he locks eyes with you once again, a cheeky smile on his face.

"close your eyes" you say while letting out a quiet giggle.

"why? are you putting something on my eyes too?" he asks, closing them as you requested.

"no, it's just.." you trail off, not even sure what you were gonna say, but its pretty obvious youre flustered. and although he can't see it, he can hear your smile as you speak.

he raises an eyebrow with his eyes still shut, opening them just a second later.

"just what? do i make you nervous?" he smirks as he speaks, closing his eyes again.

"oh shut up," you whisper, face just a couple inches away from his as you try to glue the final bead on his face.

and once again, he can't see it, but he can hear the smile in your voice.

"you're so cute"

#hoseok x reader #bts fluff #jhope x reader #bts scenarios #bts x reader #jhope #hoseok #hobi #bts drabble #hoseok drabble #bts oneshot #bts smut #hoseok smut #ot7 #bts imagines #bts reactions #bts jhope

[delugguk]

sensuous.

pair: hoseok x you

genre: smut, drabble, pwp

word count: 540

a/u: I've a strong obsession (that's only growing by each day) with the way hoseok curses. don't even ask why.. he's just so fokin hawt and I want him to ruin me :)

tag: lovely @sugarwithtea because she just get it and hoseok's also taking over her <3

"fuck," he whispers while you hardly grind on him with your hands resting on his shoulders.

"don't curse." you manage to say pausing your movements despite feeling very overwhelmed.

grabbing both his cheeks with one hand, his lips naturally form an unintentional pout which you kiss. - looking at him very seriously, you just can't resist hearing him curse. something being so hot about it, the way those words seemed to come out of his mouth so easily, so smooth, so needy.. almost as if he cursed every goddamn day. hoseok's just too hot and you hate how there always was this lingering cocky and teasing tone whenever he did it too but what he did after you said that, got you almost cumming instantly. the heat between your legs getting unbearable.

"ffuuck." he repeats with a devilish smile against your lips as deep and hot as he could. manhandling your hips up and down in large pausing hard thrusts. your walls slithering deliciously along his dick and all while staring intensely at you dragging his voice in such a sensuous manner, intensifying the F very slowly by wrapping his teeth around his lower lip. only letting it bounce as soon as he's finished.

you thought he couldn't get hotter than this, but hoseok loved to challenge you, provoke something in you because he knew just how much power he had over you. he knew all the ways to ruin you if he ever wanted to. - his curly soft hair and the way he gripped your hips.. and not to mention, his lidded eyes and hot smirk afterwards.. yeah, you were about to go insane for him.

"mhmgㅡstop," you moan.

he sucks air through his teeth, "what If I do, huh?" exhaling, he dares close into your lips. "what are you going to do about it?" while thrusting up as soon as he lowered your hips. agonisingly slow.

"j-just.. don't." you find it difficult to speak.

"why not.. hm?" he teases. "you like it that much, hm?"

"fuck. baby.. please."

"please what? so you can curse but I can't huh?" looking at you from below, he bites his lips. hooded eyes full of desire.

"I can't take it."

"you can't take, what? my dick or my words?"

your head buries along his neck and at this point your clit is begging to be touched but you know hoseok won't let you do that as he won't do it eitherㅡfor now.

he loved watching your body twitch for him.

"why can't you take it? your little pussy gets too horny?" he pauses as he feels you clench on him. "or should I say.." his lips roam around your neck with open mouthed kisses, hot breath caressing your skin, "your fucking pussy?"

not being able to hide this favorite sound of his, you moan at that. only provoking a satisfied smile on hoseok's lips.

"fuck me. fuck me right now." you eagerly murmur grinding on his dick.

"I can feel you getting more wet.. sshit. do you really like it that much?"

you give him puppy eyes in plead, and that's just about right for him to start what you wanted the most.

"gotta have to fuck my pretty girl right, don't I?"

#hoseok #jung hoseok #jhope #bts hoseok #hoseok smut #hoseok drabble #hoseok imagine #hoseok fluff #hoseok angst #hoseok scenarios #hoseok au #hoseok fanfic #hoseok fics #hoseok x reader #hoseok fanfiction #jhope smut #jhope x reader #jhope aus #jhope drabbles #jhope fanfiction #jhope fanfics #jhope scenarios #jhope imagines #bts smut #bts drabbles #bts angst #bts imagines #bts fanfics #bts one shot #bts scenarios

[back2bluesidex]

"Let's get engaged"

Pairing: Hoseok X fem!reader

Theme: Fluff, established relationship au

Word count: 750

Warnings: Nothing

Summary: Hoseok is enlisting but he has some pending works to complete beforehand.

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"So….. it's the time, isn't it?"

"Um…. Hmm?"

"Where are you so lost, Hobi? We have exactly a month left. Can you please focus on me as of now?"

You're annoyed. It's such a big news and you had to be notified by weverse while you should have been one of the individuals to know at the earliest possible.

You were shocked, broke down in tears, got angry and uncontrollably annoyed when the news of your boyfriend's enlistment reached to your weverse account. You didn't waste time, getting off of work as early as possible, you reached him but he was busy in a weverse live. Hence, you waited. And now you're laying on his bed, waiting for him to say something or make a stupid excuse regarding this decision of secrecy.

Let's be real here, you knew this time would come for sure. But it came sooner than you anticipated and you obviously weren't ready. You at least expected Hoseok to have a discussion with you or to tell you that he has already made a choice and he's going for it. Not that you would have ever opposed it, but you at least deserved to know beforehand.

But he's staying silent. Since the moment he saw you at the company, he's been silent, which is very very unlikely. He was silent during the entire ride back to his home as well and this silence is concerning you.

It's been two years since you two started dating. And oh boy! Is dating an idol tough? Hell yeah. But you have done everything to keep your relationship going, so did he. Just like any other couples you had fights, bad days, fall outs and almost break ups but just like adults, you two talked it through.

But now that Hoseok is so calm, you have started getting second thoughts. What if he is thinking of breaking it all up before he enlists, what if he doesn't wanna continue it, what if he isn't sure he would still be in love with you when he comes back after an entire year and half. A lot of "what ifs" cloud your mind and your eyes well up with tears.

"Hobi, please….. Please say something." You plead, nudging his side.

"Yeah, yeah… I should. I should say it." He says absentmindedly as he sits up on the bed, you follow. Your heart takes up an erratic pace out of fear.

"W-what is it?" You ask, voice quivering in fear.

"Y/N, I have been thinking of this for quite some time now. Um.. you can say this is the reason I didn't tell you about my enlistment." He faces you, eyes dancing around your face.

Your chest tightens. Is it what you think?

"As you know already, I only submitted the cancellation application, I have some time left before I enlist. So, I was thinking of getting a few things done. And one of those associates with you." He smiles easily.

"And that is…?" You press on.

"Let's.. ah! I don't know how to say it but let's just…" Hoseok fumbles and you wait patiently while fear eats you up.

"Break up?" You think in your mind.

"Let's get engaged, Y/N. I have had enough of you being my girlfriend now I need you to be my fiance, officially." He says in a breath, squeezing his eyes tight.

"Wh-WHAT??" You scream almost. Saying that you're shell shocked would be an understatement cause you couldn't even think of this coming.

"If you reject me, I understand. I know you're probably not ready. We've been together for just two years and the decision is rushed I know. But… but I just wanted to make you mine before I go. We can think of getting married later on. But… ah! Are you reject–" you cut him off by jumping on him and sealing his lips with yours.

He holds you steadily on his lap as you kiss him with every emotion you have in your soul. He kisses you back with just as much urgency. You part after a few moments and connect his forehead with yours.

"Let's get engaged, Hobi. I'm ready to be yours in every shape you want." A drop of happy tears rolls down your cheek.

"Really?" He asks

"Yes. Yes. Yes." You silent him again with another kiss, which he welcomes ever so willingly. Because he knows he will miss you and your kisses for these one and half years, way too much.

#hoseok fluff #bts fluff #jhope fluff #hoseok drabble #hoseok x reader #jhope x reader #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction

[7ndipity]

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💜

Masterlist

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Hobi had been many of your firsts; first real boyfriend, first I love you, and 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 like 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.”

Taglist: @sopebubbles-replies @btsw1fe @this-must-be-my-tardis @whitefoxgirl @bethanysnow @coffeedepressionsoup @main-bangtansmauyeondan

#hoseok fluff #hoseok smut #hoseok x y/n #hoseok x reader #hobi fluff #hobi smut #hoseok drabble #hobi drabble #hobi x y/n #hobi x reader #bts smut #bts one shot #bts fluff #bts x y/n #bts x reader #bts requests #bts drabble #7ndipity

[jhugas]

‘CAN WE?’- Jung Hoseok

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Genre: smut

Pairing: dance partner! Hoseok X 8th member! Reader

Summary: Hoseok and you are practicing a duet, but when he learned that you were dancing with someone else the day before, he got jealous.

Word count: ~1,6k

Warnings/tags: penetration, make out, semi-public sex?, rushed sex, forbidden sex, they’re not dating *yet*, unprotected sex (stay safe), Hoseok jealous, Hoseok’s fantasies, Hoseok is top, con sex.

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You and Hoseok were dance partners, and you had a concert coming up. At the concert, you were going to perform a song that you two made, and right now, you were practicing your duet, choreography.

So you were practicing way more than before. The thing is, along with this competition with Hoseok, you had other dance classes and especially one in which you were working for a competition.

For this competition, you had classes every Thursday with another guy called Suhyeok, who was another dance partner. And Hoseok knew you didn’t have a choice but to dance with both of them, but he couldn’t help feeling bitter about your relation with him.

Indeed, he was jealous. So jealous that he didn’t even want to hear about him, anytime you’d mention Suhyeok, he’d tell you ‘don’t talk about anyone else when you’re with me.’ Moreover, he already asked you many times to stop dancing with Suhyeok, and to concentrate on him.

And right now, it’s Friday night and you have your dance practice with Hoseok. The thing is, yesterday, you danced with Suhyeok, so today you were feeling tired and your legs were hurting. You even got some bruises. So in consequence, you won’t be able to dance as perfectly as always and you felt kinda scared that Hoseok noticed it.

And indeed, when you started dancing, he immediately saw that something was wrong.

‘Are you okay? What happened?’

He said when he saw your bruises and the way you were moving.

‘Oh… that’s nothing, I just fell, that’s all.’

You answer since you don’t want to tell him you’ve been with Suhyeok yesterday.

‘Really? And that’s supposed to explain your moves? Give me a better excuse than that, or just tell me the truth.’

He told you in an annoyed tone.

‘Uh… well actually…’

‘Let me guess, you danced with that dork yesterday huh?’

He said while approaching you slowly.

‘Yes… you have to know that I have a competition with him coming up.’

You answer, trying to justify yourself but he doesn’t want to hear it.

‘And you, have to know that I need you for our performance. I need the best of you. So don’t be stupid, and stop dancing with him. At least when I’m around.’

‘Or what?’

You teasingly said. A silence installs. Then gets interrupted by Hoseok’s footstep, when he got closer. He buried his face in the crook of your neck while getting his hands on your waist, and pulled you closer to him, closing the gap in between your bodies, and pushing his hips against yours. You could feel his hot breath on your neck along with his delicate, parted lips, as you began to feel something growing against your lower stomach.

You put your hands on his torso, slightly holding onto his t-shirt, meanwhile he started pecking your neck, slowly and lightly, but just enough to make you feel his lips lightly pulling your skin.

There was something about you, that just made him so horny. Especially when you were hanging out with other guys. He wanted you all for himself, and him only.

Then, he began to get his lips closer to yours, passing by your jaw, then your cheek, to finally stand in front of them.

You felt his lips being an inch away from yours and he stopped there an instant, before finally pushing them against yours. Immediately taking your top lip in between his, and letting you suck on his bottom ones.

At first, it was slow and gentle, but then, it got more aggressive. So aggressive that you had to hold on his t-shirt to stop yourself from falling, because of how strong he was pushing you, while keeping his bulge against your hips.

Finally, when he realized your position, he picked you up with your legs around his little waist, and brought you to a table against the wall.

Now that you were at his level, making out was much easier. You two tilted your head, pressed your tongues against each other, licked each other’s lips and also, made the boner in his pants rub against your clothed pussy.

You could smell his strong, masculine perfume and were able to touch his luxury clothes.

Sometimes, he bought you some expensive things, especially from Louis Vuitton. He’d ask them to gift things for you two, so every time he received something from them, there was always a gift for you too.

To be honest, you even went on some dates together, but never really went further than that, even though, you still had feelings for him, and so did he…

You started moaning in the kiss, and he started humming in the kiss too. He was such a good kisser that you could kiss him for hours, his lips were so perfect, it’s like they were made for yours. They were pink and brownish, with a mole and so soft.

He suddenly cursed under his breath as you began to push your crotch against his, rubbing his boner in between your pussy. Fortunately, you were wearing light shorts, so you two could feel everything. He pulls you closer by your waist, caressing your back as you arch it. And as soon as you arched your back, he pulled off and said:

‘Can we?’

While pointing at his pants.

‘Yes we can.’

You answered back.

Then he immediately took off his pants and boxers in one go, letting his tall dick stand by itself. He lifted you up to help you take off your shorts and panties, before leaving the two of you half naked in the dance room.

When he saw you naked in front of him, legs already opened even though he knew you shy, he couldn’t help but bite his lips. He would’ve loved to eat you out right now and right here and get to taste your juice, but you didn’t have a lot of time.

Today, they only gave you 30 minutes in the studio, which wasn’t enough at all, so he had to do the best here.

He laid you down on the table with his sweater under you to keep you warm and comfortable, and brought his tip to your entrance.

First, he slid it in your folds, wetting his cock and teasing you, making you whine because of how much you needed him, and how empty you felt.

Then, he finally placed it in front of your hole, and pushed it inside you slowly, watching his cock disappear in you and making you feel every inch of him.

Fuck. He was so big and good. He made you feel complete, you didn’t feel empty anymore.

Silently, he waited for a reaction, and right after you nodded, he started pushing himself in and out of your tight walls.

He threw his head back out of pleasure when he finally got to know how you felt, as you arched your back.

He always dreamed to fuck you. It’s just, the way you moved, danced, your clothes moving along with you that made him so horny. And every time you had a duet, he couldn’t help but get a boner each time you touched him.

Once, you had a sensual duet for a performance, ‘The Best Cover wins an award’, and he can’t remember the number of times that after you finished dancing, he had to rush to the restroom to please himself while thinking of you.

He also had dirty dreams with you, and he woke up horny, needy and with a huge boner. This is when he realized how much he needed you.

And here he was, fulfilling his dream. His pace gets faster as he checks the time on the clock, and sees that there’s only a few minutes left to finish all of this.

‘Fuck, we’re gonna have to cum soon babe.’

He said in a low voice, warning you that in a few minutes, anyone could get in and catch them having sex on the table.

He goes faster and rougher, hitting your sweet spot continually. Then became more sloppy as he felt his orgasm approaching just like you. You wish you could moan as loud as you pleased, but sadly, people were outside and if anyone learned that you had sex in here, they’d kick out of the company.

Your thighs started shaking and you found yourself cumming all over his cock, meanwhile he kept on fucking you until, he let a long and low moan leave his lips before also cumming in you.

He pushes a few last times, admiring the sound of your juices mixing up. And once he pulled out, slowly, he watched your cum getting out of your tight hole, before sliding down to your ass.

He already missed the warm and welcoming feeling of your cunt.

Thankfully, Hoseok is a gentleman, and he won’t let anyone know he got to fuck you raw here. So he got some tissue, cleaned you, then him along with the table, and helped you get some clothes on.

And just when you finished dressing up, the door opened.

It was another group coming to practice. Hoseok took all of your bags, and carried you to his car after saying goodbye to everyone.

He got what he wanted, but still… he would’ve loved to eat you out or let you suck him off. Will he fulfil his wishes during the car ride?

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CONGRATS ON 2kkkkk ♥️

Can I request stoner!hobi x stoner! Reader where they fuck each other in hhoseoks van and hoseoks hitting it from daa back and puffing clouds at her (some fluff tooo🥴)

thank you lovely!! 💕

intoxicated

Drugs make everything better. Even sex.

pairing: stoner!hoseok x fem!reader

genre: established relationship, smut

warnings: drugs consumption, unprotected sex, 500 words.

a.n.: idk how accurate this is!! not super familiar with drugs lol gonna be honest 😬

This is part of my 2k milestone celebration! Here is the post for the drabble game! 🤍 (requests are closed!!)

♡・2k celebration masterlist・♡

Hoseok's hand is caressing your back, running up and down on it sensually, his other hand holding the joint to his lips. He swiftly moves in and out of you, his cock hard and tip leaking so much pre-cum, so happy to be buried deep in your pussy.

Drugs always make things better, more pleasurable, more... tingly. The bed covers feel so silky underneath you, you can't seem to stop touching them, they're the softest thing you've ever felt — apart from Hoseok's body, of course.

You sweetly moan as he pounds into you at a regular pace, not rushing things at all. Hoseok always takes his time, always takes things slow and you really like this about him.

And anyway, he stays hard very long when he's high, it's surely not to displease you.

"Hobi, feels so good," you moan out, the side of your face squished against the mattress.

"I know, baby," he says, clouds of smoke escaping his mouth as he speaks. "Think you can take it for a little longer?" He wonders, grabbing your hip with his free hand.

Sure, you can take his cock for a while, but maybe you'll lose the sensitivity in your legs in the meantime. If you haven't lost it already.

"Yeah..." You reply, eyes rolling as you clench around Hoseok, his dick reaching really deep in your pussy. "Just a little longer," you babble out, whining when he slaps one of your asscheeks.

"Good girl," he praises, taking one last puff out of his joint before taking a hold of your neck and bringing you up to him.

Your sweaty back sticks to his chest and he tilts your head to make you look behind you, Hoseok's face inches away from yours.

Your mouth stays agape — it's easier to let out moans that way — and he takes the opportunity to blow the smoke into your mouth. You inhale it gladly, humming when the intoxicated air goes in, stimulating all of your senses.

"Thanks," you smile, feeling his hand roaming over your body, groping your tits then rubbing your pussy, making you let out a sweet moan.

"Everything for my pretty girl," he replies back and kisses you, tongues tangling together and smoke mingling to your breaths.

You break your kiss and get back down on all fours, Hoseok's hand quick to pull on your hair. He hits your sweet spot repeatedly, making you see stars and the knot at the pit of your stomach tighten.

"Fuck, Hobi, so close," you warn him, crunching the bedsheets between your fists as the pleasure becomes more intense. "Please, I want to cum," you beg, a little desperate, a little overwhelmed.

"Yeah? My girl wants to come?"

"Yes!"

You gasp out when he starts pounding faster, going rougher than you've imagined, but you're far from protesting. You let yourself go, Hoseok's hips snapping against yours and it's probably going to leave some bruises, but you couldn't care less.

Soon, you feel your legs shaking, your orgasm passes through you and you slump down on the bed, no more strength in your legs. Hoseok isn't done, though, so he continues, using you to get himself off.

He eventually cums in your pussy, filling you up completely. You moan at the feeling, totally in heaven. Hoseok falls beside you after and you snuggle yourself closer to him, watching him pull on his joint every now and then.

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[blueberryarchive]

alt bartender!hoseok x reader

The metal reverberating through the walls. The rain it's pouring in the middle of a starless night and you wish your feet weren't soaked nor that you were this tipsy; it didn't do you any good wasting your money while your ex is the one with a new partner. You couldn't hate him; you were actually glad for him. But you could cry if you weren't so tough on yourself. The tears would be cheaper, you thought.

You took a cigarette out of your tiny bag, the little stick resting in your smudged red lips. And then you remembered, the last time you saw him, he took your lighter with him; the same one he gave you for your birthday. Okay, now you could cry.

"Fuck," you rolled your eyes, feeling a sting in them. Where were your friends? Did they left you? Did they forget about you just like him?

"Oh, shit. My bad." The stranger excused himself when he bumped with your shoulder. It was Hoseok, one of the bartender. It was his smoke break. Your eyes were as wet as the concrete but that didn't matter now.

"Do you have a lighter?" You asked seeing the cigarette clinging to his slender fingers.

"Nah. Borrowed one inside." His eyes were gentle, the smile carved like a heart and the fishnet shirt like a second skin, leather pants stopped at his v line. You couldn't stop staring and he knew; he let you, enjoyed it.

"Come here." He whispered, laughing.

He took your hand in his to get you closer, your feet moved clumsily. Almost touching forehead to forehead.

"Put your hands around the flame— yes, like that," his voice reminded you of him, but the way he's eyebrows frowned trying to light your tip with the flame of his cigarette...

You looked up to his eyes, eyeliner smudged from the long hours working inside. How didn't you notice before? Was it the alcohol or the loneliness?

He was so cool, you thought like how little boys see superheroes. You wanted to be him, but the liquor wanted you to kiss him. The proximity had you so drunk.

He caught you staring and smirked. "Long night, love?"

You didn't say anything, you took a puff to stoke the fire in the tip.

"Long relationship." you muttered. He laughed, this is the first time you heard it without the riffs and the drums drowning it. It was heavenly, contagious. Made you smile.

"Fuck him." He chuckled, staring at your lips. He was so blunt all the time, and you loved it.

"Yeah, fuck him." you interrupted. Actually, yes, fuck what you said earlier. Your ex can choke. You were not happy.

"So, those that mean you're single?" He wasn't timid about it. The fruity cocktails in your veins either.

He leaned closer and kissed you, throwing away the cigarette to the void of night. You kissed him back with so much hunger and clinginess. The one that your ex didn't let you satisfy.

"Seok," Jimin, his coworker, called and when he saw Hoseok's body almost engulfing yours, he closed the door rolling his eyes. "Hurry up, man."

"I have to go, doll face." He panted breaking the kiss, your legs trembled. With one hand he took the phone in your bag and called an Uber. "Leave your fucking friends, they're too drunk. I'll tell them you went home."

You nodded, still in pure bliss, still in heaven; in his heart-shaped lips covered in your Rouge Coco Bloom lipstick type-of-heaven. Like a work of art.

"Here." He gave you a lighter on his hands, a little H written in black marker. "See ya." He kissed your neck so softly you felt chills, and disappeared through the door.

Now you weren't so mad about loosing your lighter.

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[hyungieyoongi]

Here With Me

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader 

Genre: Fluff + established relationship + just a sweet Hobi taking care of his love when they are sick during Christmas

Word Count: 1.1K

A/N: Happy holidays, love y’all 

“Honey, are you sure you will be alright by yourself over the holiday weekend?” your mom asked, concern filling her voice on the other end of the phone. You sniffled, clearing your throat before responding.

“I’ll be fine, Mom. Besides, I am in no state to fly home this year,” you moved the phone away from your mouth as you coughed, the sound punctuating your sentiment. You brought the microphone back toward you with a sigh, “I want nothing more than to be home with you and Dad, you know that.”

“I know you do, sweetheart. We’ll just have to celebrate later when you’re feeling better.”

“Sure, Mom, that sounds great,” you said, trying to hide the disappointment in your voice. You hung up the phone, dropping your head onto your pillow with a loud groan. You couldn’t believe your terrible luck—instead of celebrating at your childhood home with your family, you would be spending Christmas sick and alone in your apartment.

Your phone vibrated next to you; lifting your head, you rubbed at your red nose as you read the text you received from your boyfriend.

Are you sure you’re okay? I can drop off whatever you need. – Hoseok 

I’m fine, really. I’ll just sleep it off. – Y/N

I don’t believe you.

I wouldn’t lie to you, Hobi!!

To keep me from worrying, you absolutely would.

I resent that statement.

Come on, Y/N, just let me come over and help you.

N.O.

Y.E.S. I’ll even sit with you and watch those cheesy romance movies you like to watch during the holidays!

Babe, I love you for offering, but I really will be fine. My germs will keep me company.

Three dots popped up, indicating Hoseok was typing, but they disappeared after a few seconds. You could picture his grumpy face looking at the screen, frustrated with you for turning down his offer to take care of you.

You locked your phone, leaving it on your nightstand as you went to the kitchen to go make another cup of hot tea. You wrapped yourself tightly in your fuzzy blanket, shuffling in your slippers toward the stove to heat up your kettle.

Mug in hand, you made your way back to your living room to watch a holiday favorite of yours. As it grew darker outside, you paused the movie to turn on the lights on your small Christmas tree in the corner. The lights twinkled against the shiny ornaments, making your apartment glow. You couldn’t help the sad smile that appeared on your face at the thought of missing out on your holiday traditions this year.

An abrupt knock on your front door interrupted your thoughts. You almost forgot about the soup you ordered to be delivered. You grabbed your wallet, rifling through for a few bills to tip the driver. Opening the door, cash in hand, you were shocked to see your boyfriend holding not only your soup, but a bag you could only assume was filled with the sick-day essentials.

“Hobi, what the hell are you doing here?” you asked incredulously.

“Did you actually think I was about to leave you here alone? On Christmas?” he asked, stepping past your shocked figure into the doorway, taking off his shoes in the process.

You covered your mouth and chin with your sweater in a feeble attempt to stop the germs from spreading to the man in front of you.  

“You have to leave! You are going to get sick!” you shouted through your knitwear, voice muffled from the fabric. Hoseok pulled off his beanie and coat, ignoring your warning. He moved toward you, but you quickly stepped to the side away from him. He ignored your continued attempts to maneuver out of his grasp, eventually succeeding in wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I probably already have your germs, anyway. I kissed you two days ago,” Hobi said, not letting your wriggling form out of his grip. He waited until you eventually stopped moving, giving up and letting your body be in his hold. He gently pulled the sweater down from your mouth, finger caressing your chin sweetly. “There, that’s better.” You huffed at him.

“Fine, but if you get sick, I am not taking care of you,” you scoffed. Hoseok laughed; the sight of his bright smile nearly making your resolve crack.

“We both know that’s not true, Y/N,” Hobi said, hand grabbing yours to lead you back to the couch. He got you settled onto the cushions, placing your blanket gently over your lap. “The last time I was sick you basically refused to leave my side.” You crossed your arms, trying to ignore the warmth blossoming in your chest as Hobi started heating up the soup on the stove—he looked so at home taking care of you. It was annoyingly perfect.

He carefully brought over a steaming bowl with a spoon on a tray when it was ready, placing it on the coffee table in front of you.

“Now, are you going to let me watch this Christmas movie with you and stop pretending you don’t want me to be here?” Hoseok said teasingly, sitting down next to you.  

You lifted the blanket, letting him get under it so his leg could be flush against yours. A silent concession.

“See, I knew you wanted to cuddle.” Hoseok leaned over, kissing your cheek.

“Just shush and watch the movie.”

“Make sure you eat your soup before it gets cold, babe.”

You rolled your eyes, eating a bite of the warm broth to placate your boyfriend. Hobi pressed play on the remote, the sounds of the movie filling your apartment as he pulled you into his chest, wrapping the blanket more snuggly around you. Hoseok periodically checked in on you throughout the movie, fussing over whether you had enough water, passing you the box of tissues when he heard you sniffle, making sure you finished your soup—despite your initial grumbling, he was the perfect picture of a concerned and loving boyfriend. You didn’t know how you got so lucky.

“I didn’t want to spend Christmas alone,” you whispered a few minutes after the movie credits started rolling. “It means a lot to me that you would come take care of me like this.” You thought for a moment that Hobi hadn’t heard you. Then you felt a kiss being pressed against the top of your head. You snuggled deeper against his sweatshirt. “Thank you for being here with me.”

“I’ll always be here for you. Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

“Merry Christmas, Hobi.”

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