Warning: hardcore impregnation kink, possession, dirty talk, vaginal sex, basically a major creampie bro.
A/N: I’m going through major baby fever, so please enjoy my imagination
You felt Jungkook’s hands press roughly into your hips as he pounded you from behind. The sound of your husband’s groans and whiny sounds filling the air as your face was pushed into the mattress.
“You like the way that feels baby?“ He asked as you gripped onto your marital sheets. You tried to nod, your words failing you but your back being bent unnaturally stopping you. “Oh god baby” He moaned as he felt your walls flutter around him. You squeezed around him again unconsciously causing him to buck harshly into you, the angle causing him to kiss the base of your cervix, a shiver running down your spine as you let out a wanton moan. The movement caused Jungkook to pause. You grew worried and tried looking back only to see the man you called yours with his eyes shut, head tilted as you watched him breathe through his nose heavily almost as if to keep himself sane. You called out to him with a weak call of his name catching his attention breaking him from the trance he was in, you watched his eyelids open slightly, his usual coffee coloured eyes now a lustful black eyeing your sweaty body.
“fuck” He let out as his eyes moved from you to where the both of you were joined, his cock twitching slightly at the filthy ideas running through his head. “Look forward again for me baby” He breathed out, his voice an octave deeper causing a submissive whine to catch at your throat before turning. His hands gripped your hips even rougher, this time his nails digging into your skin before pulling his hips back slowly and bucking back into you, knocking the air from your lungs. He repeated this before your body started fluttering around him again and all his thoughts began to slip from his mouth.
“Fuck baby wanna fill you up so badly, so f-fucking badly” He moaned as he pounded into you roughly. You moaned in response which only urged him on even more.
“Wanna cum so deep in you baby, wanna fill you with my seed pretty girl” He rambled as he threw his head back losing himself in you. “Jungkook please” You whined not knowing what you were even asking for.
“You want it too baby hmm? want me to fill you up and knock you up?” He pressed, his words sending a shock into your system at the thought of him getting you pregnant. It’s not like you both hadn’t talked about it, babies were a subject you just both silently agreed on that when it happens, it happens and apparently for Jungkook it needed to happen now. “God beautiful I’m gonna put a baby in you, would you like that hmm? like my cock hitting your womb baby” He asked, his voice straining at the end.
“Answer me baby, wanna hear you say it” He groaned as his hand sneaked between your thighs and started began rubbing harshly at your clit. You tried to figure out what was going on in your head but the mixture of Jungkook’s fingers pressed against your clit and his cock hitting your cervix was too much for you. You could feel your climax literally on the tip of your tongue but the thought was stopped the minute you felt a harsh slap on your clit sending your hips to jolt forward. “Baby-I told you-to answer me” He punctuated with harsh thrusts. You gasped, your eyes filling with tears as you tried lifting your head to give him what he wanted.
“J-jungkook please, fill me with your cum, want your b-baby in me, make me yours” You gasped out, his shit eating grin practically beaming even if you couldn’t see it.
“That’s right baby, you’re fucking mine” He growled, his fingers back on your clit his hips angling to press even deeper into you. “Can’t wait to show you off, all big and round with my baby” He whined, his orgasm catching up to him as yours hit you. Now you’ve never experienced a vaginal orgasm but with the way Jungkook’s cock hit the end of you, your body just went into overdrive. You felt like it was everywhere, causing your body to shake underneath Jungkook like a leaf in an aggressive wind. The feeling of your walls convulsing around him aggressively had Jungkook growling as hips forced his cock into you. “Gonna cum baby, g-gonna cum and fill you. take it, fucking take it- Fuck!” He let out as he pressed into you till you could practically feel him in your stomach, The heat of his orgasm filling you to breaking point. You let out small whines as Jungkook moved his hips slowly milking his orgasm “so deep, so fucking deep” He whispered as he watched his softening cock fuck his cum back into you.
“You good baby?” He asked breathless as he fell down next to you. You slumped your body down, wincing at the aftershock. “Ask me again in nine months” You breathed still catching your breath, your eyes closing but not missing the way he beamed at your words.
Extra
“Kook, what did you do to Y/N, she looks so pale lately” Hoseok asked as he plopped down next to the younger, the boys weekly catch up at your home.
“Yeah, I offered her the left over eggs from my plate and she literally gagged and ran off” Jin pitched in as snatched the remote away from Taehyung before scolding him.
BTS scenario/reaction - Sex/Sexual acts while one is asleep
Warning: blowjobs, sex with the unconscious, consensual sex, female oral, fingering.
Smut under the cut
Namjoon
It was clear you had tried to wait for him but they’d been delayed
You’d fallen asleep in sexy lingerie
A book by your side and reading glasses askew on your face
Mouth ajar with a little drool
You still looked undeniably sexy all dressed up or rather down for him
He placed your book to the side careful to keep your page
He slipped the glasses away desperate not to wake you before having a little fun
You had had an agreement for a long time that he could touch you however and whenever he liked provided there was no safe word used.
He turned you gently onto your back and spread your legs wide enough for him to lie in between
He slides your panties out of the way and flattens his tongue against your folds
You start to stir as he sucks on your clit and pumps one finger into you
“Hi Jagi, sorry I’m late.”
You don’t get a chance to respond before he is diving back in to make you moan for him
Seokjin
The clingiest man when he comes back from tour
Wants to do everything with you and for you
Cockwarming was something you did a lot during this time
An extra layer of intimacy you could share
Working from home, watching TV, playing video games
However this is the first time you’ve tried whilst asleep
Cuddly sleepers anyway it made sense
Until you’re awoken by his thrusts
Once you figured out what was actually happening you couldn’t help but be turned on
Jin was still asleep
Some wet dream being lived out in real time
You roll so he is on his back
Riding him through the dream and kissing his bare chest until he comes to
He doesn’t open his eyes, but you know the moment he wakes as his thrusts go from shallow languid rolls to deep forceful jolts
“What a wonderful way to wake up” he murmurs after finishing
Yoongi
You worked out early on in the relationship the best way to wake Yoonig up and not have to deal with a grump was a blowjob
He’d worked through the night again
Fast asleep his mixing desk
You squeeze yourself into the space underneath the table and unzipped his shorts
It’s so routine now that you can free him without him so much as stirring
You pump your hand along his hardening length before leaning in to kiss the tip
His breathing hitched as you tongued his slit his eyes flickering at the sensation
You could tell he was close to consciousness when he started to moan
His hands laced into your hair just as you took the last inch down your throat
“Good morning, Princess” his voice was still heavy with sleep
The sound mixed with the way he was petting your hair made you moan around his cock
Moments later he came undone deep down your throat.
Hoseok
Hobi was awoken by all your wriggling
At first he thought you were having a nightmare…
Until you moaned his name
He pulled back the covers to reveal your hand inside your pjs trying to provide some relief
Being the wonderful caring boyfriend he is, he thought he should lend a hand
He carefully removed your hand chuckling a little as you whimpered change your nose at the loss of friction
He cuddled close nibbling your ear lobe as his hand replaces yours
Your features straighten out again when he applies pressure to your clit
He whispers dirty words in your ear to influence your dreams
Dirty girl, so needy for me even in your dreams
Gonna come for me without even knowing
So wet for me
You mumble back “For you.” And Hobi has to check that you’re still asleep
You are
He gets more daring leaving his thumb on your clit and sliding his index finger through your folds dipping it inside
He thrusts the digit shallowly
Enjoying the little ‘o’ your mouth forms when he plays with a second finger
Every noise you make his music to his ears
He keeps his eyes on your face
Adding a third finger inside and curling each one as you stretch
The only change in you is the pleasure on your face
You cum in your sleep and Hobi isn’t sure he has ever seen anything sexier
He pulls his hand away and licks it clean taking note of how heavy a sleeper you are
Jimin
You awaken from your nap very disorientated feeling the heat pulling in the pit of your stomach and hands kneading your spread thighs
You can’t help the scream you release when you see the dark head of hair between your legs Jimin’s face peaks up smirking at you, lips covered in your cum
“Fucking hell Chim! You scared the fuck outta me” You half heartedly smack the side of his head
He was blonde when he left this morning
“Sorry baby. I’ll make it up to you.” He winks before reattaching his plump lips to your clit and sucking like his life depended on it
Two fingers scissor inside you
You’re not sure how long he’s been going at it but judging by the knot pulling in your stomach you wouldn’t need to go for much longer
The orgasm shudders through you
Thoroughly fucked out and oversensitive you hear the sound of a zipper
“My turn” he chimes lining himself up and you groan loving the overstimulation so soon
Taehyung
He woke so needy and desperate
In his half-asleep state he does the only logical thing
He put his leg across your sleeping body and starts using you for relief
You wake up when it starts to feel like you’re on a boat
You are unsurprised to find Tae with lidded eyes rolling his hips against your leg impatiently waiting for you to wake up
He has a way of asking for what he wants with actions and not words
You roll your eyes as he nudges into your arm
His boxy smile lights up his face when you agree
You rollover pressing your bum into him having forgone panties in favour of a long T shirt
He fingers you slowly for a while the motion relaxing enough to lull you back into a shallow sleep
Once he’s satisfied with your stretch, he hooks your leg over the top of him and lines himself up to you and rocks gently, finally content
Jungkook
It starts as a drunken bet between friends with benefits
“I bet I could make you cum in my sleep” he sounds so cocky
“But wouldn’t I be doing all the work? That would make you a glorified sex toy Hun.”
“OK, I bet I could make you cum in your sleep then”
“Without me waking up?.. You’re on”
Weeks go by and you forget but he doesn’t, plotting his time
You’d fallen asleep on his sofa after movie night and everyone else had already gone home
Through all the guys talking (and him accidentally hitting your head against the door frame when he moved you to bed)
It was now or never
He was careful removing your jeans scared to lose he hates losing
He starts tentatively rubbing your clit and watching your face for every reaction
The longer it goes on the braver he gets
Pinching your clit
Watching his index finger into you and feeling for the spot he knows drives you crazy
Your eyes flutter but you stay asleep
Finally he peels his gaze from your face to the matter hand
Just seeing how what you are for him gets him ridiculously wound up
All caution thrown to the wind as the blood from his brain go southbound
He slotted himself between your legs
Lapping hungrily at the juices
Diving his tongue in when he needed more
He ground himself against the bed seeking friction
Two fingers in
Sucking desperately at your clit
He felt you start to tense, a sign you’re as close as he had managed to get himself
He came in his pants as he felt you release on his face
Panting for breath he was a little relieved that you haven’t seen how easily he’d come all over himself…
You’d been staring at the seductive stranger for a while now. Dressed in a tight black shirt and tighter black pants, something about him was calling to you. The ornate glittering mask he wore hid his identity from you, the only clear features his pouty lips and piercing eyes. Like pools of melting milk chocolate, so warm and inviting, familiar even. His hair was carefully styled into a quiff, a few messy strands tumbling onto his forehead.
You take a sip of your drink, willing yourself to suddenly gain the courage to talk to the man who kept pulling your focus before someone else stole your chance. You doubted your ability to manage a conversation. You felt severely underdressed in a sea of overwhelming ball gowns and excessive masks. Many people had gone as overboard as possible on the masquerade theme. All the women you had seen had feathers or pearls or gems adorning their facial decorations. Yourself, on the other hand, had opted for a cheap party city mask you grabbed on the way out of work that same day. For days you had um-ed and ah-ed about even coming to this party. Your friends had finally won you over, before abandoning you immediately on entry.
You down the remainder of your drink and turn to move towards him, the warm liquor spurring you… only to find he’s gone. You scan the room for where he might’ve disappeared but come up empty. Your chest deflates and you start to sulk, wondering just what to drown your sorrows in next.
“Can I get you a refill” you jump at the sudden intrusion and the perpetrator laughs. His laugh is truly infectious, and you find yourself laughing along at your silly reaction, until you face your new companion. It’s him. You attempt to stammer a response but have to settle with holding out your glass a little and nodding. He takes it from you and wraps an arm around your waist, leading you to the bar. He hands your glass to the bartender and orders you both the party cocktail.
“You look so stunning, I just had to talk to you” he whispers in your ear, making the hairs on your arms stand to attention. “How does someone in such an understated look manage to steal attention away from everyone else at the party?” you’re very glad that the mask is hiding the blush that creeps up your cheeks at this point. You suddenly feel very emboldened by the anonymity of it all.
“I could say that of the mysterious stranger I’ve found myself glued to all evening; you certainly know how to draw the eye.” You flirt shamelessly with the brunette, not sure what you are hoping will become of this evening. He grasps your hand and pulls it tenderly to his lips. The bartender brings back your drinks and you use it as an excuse to shy back into yourself for a moment, savouring the sweet burn trickling down your throat. He finishes his drink quickly and takes hold of your hand once more.
“Shall we dance?” he doesn’t really wait for a response before leading you into the centre of the dance floor. All eyes are on you as he sways you effortlessly across the floor. Giggles fall from your lips with every twirl, until he stops abruptly. His eyes met yours as the only warning before his lips crash into yours. He pulls back, breathing hard. His gaze meets yours asking for approval. You bite your lip and nod. It’s all the answer he needs as he takes your hand and the two of you flee the party.
It isn’t until the two of you are hidden away in an alley 2 blocks from the venue you realise you never asked his name…. And he never asked for yours. The thought chills you as his mouth trails down your neck. His open mouthed kisses set your skin on fire wherever they touch. You find yourself melting into every caress of his hands as they make their way down the velvet of your dress and under your skirt. You suddenly find yourself glad you hadn’t worn a gown like the other women.
“So wet already” confidence drips from his tongue as he feels the damp line along your slit. “What a dirty girl, you don’t even know who I am and yet you’re soaked through” you should be embarrassed by his words but the secrecy of your identity empowers you, instead preening at the degrading comment.
“So what if I am? Don’t act like you don’t feel exactly the same” you brazen statement followed by even bolder action as your hand moves to cup his growing erection. He lets out a grown at the contact, biting into the soft skin of your exposed cleavage. Clearly growing tired of the teasing, his fingers find their way under your panties. His digits dip through your arousal before landing on your clit, pinching the sensitivity nub roughly. A cry falls from your lips. The stranger smirks before moving to rub soothingly, leaving only pleasure from the pain.
Your mouth falls open, small moans tumble out as two of his fingers thrust in and out of you, his thumb keeping up with the relentless pace in your clit. Just as you feel your high approaching, seconds from the edge, he pulls away leaving you to clench around nothing. You whine at the loss, grabbing to pull him back to you. He presses against you, letting you feel just how hard he is. You take your cue and twist so he is now pressed against the wall instead. Using your clutch bag as a cushion, you kneel in front of him. He wastes no time freeing himself from the confines of his tight slacks, dick slapping against his stomach.
Your mouth waters instantly, unsure how far you’ll be able to get before your gag reflex forces you to stop. He was larger than the others you’d been with…. Not that there had been many, honestly this is beyond out of character for you. Still, as intimidating as his size and your inexperience was, you forged ahead licking one long stripe from the base to the tip. He shivers at your action, hands coming down to tangle in your hair, urging you on. You brace yourself on his thighs, feeling the muscles tense as you bob your head over his tip. You take about three quarters of his length before it feels like too much.
You hold intense eye-contact as you start to move your head faster, the beautiful sparkle now darkened with lust. Spit and precum accumulates around your mouth as you take him closer to his edge. You stop when he taps at your head. You release him and wipe your mouth with the back of your wrist.
“So stunning in everything you do” he coos pulling you back up to his level and pushing you up against the wall once more. He pulls at your underwear letting it fall to the floor, and you step out of them, enjoying the freeing feeling of the breeze hitting the damp folds of your vagina.
He brings your leg up to rest at his hip and lines himself up. You bite your lip in anticipation. He starts slow, the stretch burns a little but feeling so full negates the pain. You let out a long moan as he slides to the hilt, giving you a second to adjust before thrusting up into you. You’d both been worked up well enough that getting you to your end didn’t take long. A few well placed surges of his hips, hitting your sweet spot hard. As you come undone his thrusts become sloppy struggling a little to support your weight and his own.
Once you’ve come down enough to hold yourself he pulls out, finishing himself with a few final strokes. His cum hits the floor and you mourn the waste for a moment while he tucks himself away. His lips find yours once more before he reaches up to remove his mask.
“My names Hoseok by the way…”
Childhood crush Hoseok…
Big fancy city boy Hoseok…
It had been years since you’d seen him. He’d moved to Seoul after senior year, saying goodbye to him had broken your heart. But you hadn’t been ready to tell him how you felt then…. And you certainly weren’t ready now. He looks confused as you stumble back from him
“Do you know who I am?” he questions, reaching forward to take off your mask, but you back away futher. It figures he hasn’t guessed who you are. I mean you couldn’t tell by the sound of his voice and you had changed a lot about yourself since then.
“um… I’m sorry I should… Go” you stammer pathetically, abandoning your underwear on the floor and running away hoping he wouldn’t follow.
I’m not sure whether you wanted him tied up or Y/N but I’m currently on the sub!train and it doesn’t seem to wanna stop.
You finish tying the last knot in your new polyfiber rope. The purple string looked so pretty tied in patterns keeping Hobi immobile. You sit back on your heels to admire your work. His arms are crossed like a mummy across his chest, sealed there with intricate knots leaving pretty marks against his sensitive skin. His legs are folded in two, stuck as if he were kneeling and then linked to the back of his arm restraints.
Hobi moans as you run your hands under the rope on his chest, checking how tight they are. From there you run your nails down his stomach, a barely-there touch. He shivers and tries to squirm away from the tickle, only to find himself unable. You chuckle darkly at his attempt.
“Already too sensitive baby?” you tease, and he nods in response, takin a sharp gasp of air as your hand finally reaches his crotch. You draw semi circles around the base, watching his growing arousal. Your mouth salivates at the sight. One hand goes to play with the band around his thigh, pulling the already tight know even tighter. “Colour?”
“Green.” Comes his firm response, so you continue. You lower your mouth to his weeping tip, licking carefully at his slit and enjoying the way all his muscles tense against the binds. Your free hand moves to swat at his balls.
“Relax or I’ll stop” your breath is too much on the damp of his cock and he jumps, earning him another hit. The pain is visible on his face as he tries to force himself to relax against the restraints. He loves the sensory overload from being unable to do anything about it, but losing control is still difficult for him. You move to alleviate some of his misery, taking all of him in your mouth with little warning. The moan that leaves his mouth is heavenly; long and slow. Submitted fully to the pleasure he knows is coming. You drag your teeth a little along the top of cock, catching an overly sensitive vein. His cock jumps in your mouth.
One of your hands trails back up his thigh to his stomach, pressing down heavily. Now he is groaning freely, lost completely in feeling of your mouth on his body. You increase you pace, almost pulling off before bobbing straight back down. Your eyes flutter up to watch his reaction. His eyes are scrunched shut and his nails are digging into the skin on his shoulders in attempt to keep himself from cumming.
“Stop that” you remove yourself and slap his hands “Only I’m allowed to hurt you” one of your hands returns to his cock, as your face stays even with his. You press kisses along his jawline, and his breathing deepens. “Come for me baby” you nibble at his ear and he come undone. His cum dribbles down your hand. “That’s my Hobi”. He opens his eyes and fixes you with a steely glare.
“Untie me I think its your turn” his voice is a growl but its hard to see him as threatening like this.
“Nope, I don’t think I will” you run your fingers under the ropes and play with the indents left behind.
;Synopsis: Jung Hoseok - the Alpha wolf of his pack and far out of your league. As a rabbit shifter who still jumps around predators, you fantasise about your dangerous crush from a safe distance, particularly as he doesn’t like you. But what happens when he goes into heat and you’re the only one he’ll accept?
i finished this entire series in a day, and i was working for 8 hrs on top of that. this series is so good, it had everything in it and for me the drabble Grief is the perfect way to end it. i mean, yeah its a sad ending but its the natural way of life. highly recommended!!!
️summary: hoseok comes home in the middle of the night and it doesn’t take long for you to realize something is wrong. very, verywrong.
️pairing: reader x mafia!hoseok
️rating: mature, 18+
️genre: smut, mafia AU, guarded AU drabble though it can be read as a standalone story
️warnings: standard smut warnings, feelings because apparently i know no other way
️word count: 1.7K
️notes: i’ve had in mind to write a series of these drabbles for the guarded AU involving all of the original story characters. all returning home from the same terrifying night on the job, each processing the trauma a bit differently. as always, thank you for reading and please talk to me about it! of course, i couldn’t have written or posted this without the help and guidance of @ladyartemesia@btsarmy9593and@hobi-gifthank you so much ladies. also a big thank you to the very sweet @diorggukie who was so kind to answer my questions!
He comes to you in the dead of night.
The bed dips under his weight as he slips quietly beneath the covers, pressing the length of his body to yours. You start to rouse when he wraps himself around you – firm chest at your back, strong forearm banded over your waist – and you open your eyes to darkness, disoriented.
“Hoseok?” You call out to him, not quite awake and not quite asleep.
No answer.
“Baby?”
Still no answer.
The fear comes over you slowly, pulsing from your legs to your chest to your arms. Finally then to your brain, sounding the alarm inside your head as the pieces start to fall into place.
It took me awhile to reblog this all beacuse i felt so much for this little drabble. It felt like i was punched. First, Hoseok in Guarded is the type of person so in control of his emotions (we saw a lot of this in the main story), even during their confrontation you can feel his control over his emotions. Even during during the smut, if you recall it was Amsaja who pounced him in the elevator! Which is why i was totally floored by how Ana wrote Hoseok in this little (only in word count!), but i guess its warranted - the man almost died! For the 1st time, i saw a side of Hoseok in panic, not even afraid but terrified, almost out of his mind. Its almost grounding to think that hey, he’s human after all, Amsaja wondered the same thing in the main story, come to think of it!
Now to our Amsaja, a fierec woman who went so much truama and pain and got out from all of it so strong that Hoseok was her only weakness. A weakness you might think, but really it was Hoseok who made her brave and take chances, made her rethink of everything and put things in perspective. Ok, so maybe I am exaggerating, maybe Hoseok was just a portion of it but still. And it continues into this drabble, made her brave enough to think of things she never thought she needed in her life. I always thought Amsaja is a brave woman and now she is showing us that bravery is not the absence of fear but having fear and yet going through it all because she knows she can.
❁ Summary: Yn works for a very shady organization, her boss would not hesitate to destroy her if it is necessary, the mission is to scam one of Korea’s most powerful CEO, your plan is to seduce him of course, get the information required by your superiors and escape, if you fail you lose everything if you succeed you are set for life.
Little did you know, things do not always go as planned.
❁ Word count: 2,3k
❁ Genre: angst, fluff.
❁ Warnings: slight reference of intercourse.
❁AN: i know what are you thinking, why start a new series when i have 2 i haven’t updated yet? Sorry i couldn’t help myself, i hope you enjoy it my lovelies, plss write down comments to follow up.
You tuck your dress to side inside the car, automatically taking a look with your phone camera, your make up is intact, you needed to look more than perfect tonight, in fact, if something goes wrong you could lose everything that you had been working on the last two months plus having to face with your scary boss that would not hesitate to literally destroy you, so you needed to play your part well.
As you arrive to the hotel and the staff was quick to lead you to the event, soon a crowd of high-status people was surrounding you, everybody in their circle, even though it was a party nobody seemed to have their guard down, some with a bored look in their faces as they were sick of these kinds of events where everybody was pretending behind a friendly smile.
As you take a champagne glass from the waiter and sipped, your eyes were looking for the most important person in the entire room: Kim Namjoon.
“You see that man, right at my corner, he is Kim Namjoon” said your boss V sipping his cappuccino, his hands covered in golden rings, his casual but incredibly expensive clothes, the dead look in his eyes, his whole persona was from an outsider a classy man, but you that had work enough time with him, is still difficult getting accustomed to his intimidating aura.
You two were having brunch in a very fancy french place, in downtown Seoul.
Your gaze poses on the manly figure having a light meal with a bunch of middle aged men, he stood up dressed head to toe in designer suit, Rolex on his wrist, brown hair slicked down, he was handsome for sure.
“I thought that he would be forty year old with a decaying hairline” you commented pinching your dessert and having a taste.
“Me too” he looked at you “he is your mission” V grabbed a piece of your dessert and hummed savoring pastry.
“I don´t think it would be difficult, Mr. V” you glace again at man that was now lurking on his phone oblivious “It would take a month or two” you saw a little smirk on your boss lips.
“Well then, you better don´t disappoint” he called the waiter and paid the check.
You needed to catch Namjoon attention, after all you been studying this man for two months, every move you make is calculated and couldn’t allow yourself to slip up, V has made a significant investment in this mission, and you needed to pay your debt, you were interwind with a very dangerous organization and their business partners, if you couldn’t do the job they would probably got rid of you and replace you, but not everything is bad, if you do things right means that you are set for life, the bigger the risk the more rewarding award.
The bubbly persona that you had been studying was now on full display while you talk with some guests at the party, you haven’t even spotted Namjoon closest circle, so maybe chatting with some random people get you some information.
“And by the way, I know the reason why someone like Kim Namjoon had organized this business party disguised as a charity event” said the woman with immaculate appearance, crimson lips and big diamond earrings.
“Really?” you opened your eyes pretending innocence and surprise.
“oh yeah, I got some friends that occasionally invest on his company, they are generous so from time to time they go to lunch together, get invited to his parties, you know the drill…” she paused while you nodded pretending to understand “anyway, the point is that he was trying to pull investors for his new project or whatever and my friends recognized some not trustworthy people, apparently some new rich bitcoin coons, they warned him but he didn’t listened, I don’t know the details so don’t ask me, but he got scammed and lost face in front of everybody, now I was just sharing my theory with Jinyoung and Mathew” she said with a expectant smirk on her face.
“I’m intrigued” you lead her on.
“The excuse is the charity for funding schools in some god forsaken country, but all this flamboyant party is in reality a way to say that the scam situation hasn’t face him at all, like last month he’s on the news scammed written on big letters, but now he has all the money to spend in this lavish dinner and party” Jinyoung and Mathew agreed with her while you sipped your second glass of champagne.
“But the question here is all smoke and mirrors?” you asked rhetorically.
The three people nodded.
“I’m Jihyo, by the way” she offered her hand and you took it shaking it with a smile.
“I’m yn, is a pleasure to meet you” you responded, Mathew and Jinyoung also introduced themselves.
“What are you doing here, if you don’t mind me asking” said Jihyo.
Because you were training for this, getting into character you were not nervous at all, the trick to a good lie is to always take elements that are real and incorporate them into your story.
“To be honest, my boss sent me because he didn’t want to attend himself, if anyone asks, I’m instructed to said he on a wedding in Italy, he picked me for this event to represent him” you lied without hesitation.
“Where do you work?” asked Jinyoung.
“Do you know Park & Choi co.?” they all nodded “Then you are speaking with the assistant of their lobby’s departments president.” You added.
“Damn you must be good at your job, those people don’t let anybody that they don’t trust handle their business” said Jihyo impressed.
After chatting for some minutes, you excused yourself to the bathroom to refocus on your mission, retouching your lipstick in the bathroom two supermodel like girls entered, one clearly upset.
“Why he is so mean to me? I don’t understand!” said the girl whining.
“He is playing games is Park Jimin afterall, like you were supposed to enjoy the short time he gave you his attention” said her brunette friend.
You recognized that name, Park Jimin, one of Namjoon’s biggest competitors, also a womanizer asshole.
“I know Park Jimin” you said to them, catching their attention.
“Do you?” replied a little too aggressive the heartbroken girl.
“Yeah my friend was as devasted as you are right now”
“What did you say?!”
“Dahyun! Excuse her, I’ve been trying to warned her to lower her expectations but she didn’t listen” said the other girl.
“It’s ok, he is trash though” you added, both girls chuckled agreeing with you.
“Yeah, to be honest I wasn’t even supposed to be with him” said the girl named Dahyun “Like my brother hates him and everything” she spoke as she was about to cry.
Suddenly you recognize the girl, as Namjoon’s sister, you knew that she was a spoiled brat that knew no better that partying and spending money on unnecessary expensive stuff, the other girl must be her friend.
“You should had listened to Namjoon oppa, he was right about him” her friend told her, Dahyun rolled her eyes.
“You are so annoying, Nayeon, you always defend him, I know you are in love with him or whatever but be on my side sometimes!”
You raised an eyebrow, interesting, now you have competition, well she was pretty and all, but you would not take any chances to get the job done.
“Wait a minute you are mister Kim’s sister, right?” you asked her pretending surprise, she nodded. “Miss Kim, it’s an honour, I’m Kang Yn”
“Don’t get all formal all of the sudden” she said to you “I can imagine you are as bored as I am, and if you want me to introduce you to my brother, don’t, he is a sexist bastard and doesn’t do business with women” your smile slightly deflated at the fully composed Dahyun.
“He is not sexist, Namjoon oppa is just traditional!” defended Nayeon
“whatever” Dahyun replied to her friend “if you can excuse us” she said while walking off the restroom with her friend Nayeon following after.
You had to make the connection with Namjoon as soon as possible, you didn’t feel good about his sister’s best friend being around him, she was like a lost puppy, pathetic.
Maybe a cigarette could make things better.
On the balcony you pull out of your purse a cig just to curse out loud because you didn’t bring the lighter.
“Need some light?” a soft but manly voice asked behind you, you turn over and before your eyes was Park Jimin, the devil himself.
“Yes, please” you put the cigarette in your mouth and he light it on for you not losing the eye contact, you inhaled the smoke and then exhaled it feeling more relaxed. “Thanks…”
“Jimin, Park Jimin” he said with a smile.
“Oh so you are THE Park Jimin” you replied taking another smoke.
“so you heard of me” he stated playful little smile still on.
“Well some girls where talking shit on the bathroom” you teased, the man was attractive for sure.
“Let me guess, one is a brunette and the other is a black-haired girl” he asserted and you nodded. “That’s what I thought”
“You ex is a little upset let me tell you” you said to him, he laughed at your statement.
“Dahyun is not my ex, she doesn’t have maturity level enough to involve herself in a relationship”
“So you are a heartbreaker?” smiled at him smoking once again your cigarette.
“Not with you, may I have your number?” he said confident, it would hurt to say no to a very handsome multimillionaire, but it was something you had to do, because your life was on the line.
“I’m sorry, mister Park, I’m compromised with someone else” you looked at him in the eye.
“May I have your name?” he said with the same confidence that you had to smile almost flustered.
“My name is Kang yn”
“My pleasure, miss Kang” he said kissing your hand “And by the way before you go, if there is somebody that is heartbroken, that person must be me”
“And why is that?” you asked expecting another flirting line
“Mister Kim Namjoon himself, the host of this party, it’s about to marry my girlfriend, isn’t that ironic?”
You had to make seam as you didn’t care, but that was definitely something you were not expecting.
“Ironic?”
“I may have fooled around with his little sister, but he got with the only person I only care about”
“For what it was said to me, mister Kim didn’t have a formal relationship nor did he want one”
And it was true, you did well your research, what is this marriage thing all of the sudden.
“Because he is a business man, first, human second, the only thing that matters to him is money, for him it’s game getting with Jisoo and I don’t know why I’m telling you this, I’m sorry” he apologized lowering his gaze.
“You needed to tell someone that, Mr. Park, I hope you enjoy the rest of the night” you said to him turning around just to hear his voice again.
“Please call me, Jimin” he told you confident smile again on his face “and I hope to see you again” you nodded while walking away.
As soon as you saw the waiter with a tray full of champagne glasses, you chugged discretely three other glasses of the golden liquid, leaving you a little tipsy.
That changed the course of your plans, you studied the man, yes, his job was his whole life, but he was man after all, and a man has necessities, Namjoon wasn’t the exception, he always had a woman’s company maybe not every day but at least once a week, so when did he had time to engage to somebody, it simply can’t be.
The universe must hear your thoughts because there it was, Kim Namjoon with an elegant and beautiful woman under his arm, as you saw the shooting daggers that Park Jimin was sending with his eyes to them, you assumed he was with Jisoo.
What to do?
Maybe you should plan another time to meet him, like you didn’t have to marry him or anything just maintain a low key relationship, not necessarily romantic, to get close to all the financial info that you could get your hands on.
Feeling defeated and miscalculating some steps you almost fell to the ground but a pair of strong arms save you from your fall.
“Watch out, miss” his voice was warm, as you turned around to encounter a worried expression looking back at you.
“I’m sorry, sir, are you okay? You asked a little embarrassed.
“It is me that it has to ask you that question” he replied not letting your hands go until you got back your balance.
“I’m more than fine, just tripped with something, but thank you for helping me”
“I’m grateful that i was near to help, miss…?”
“Kang yn” you responded, today you had introduced yourself more that you were accustomed.
“You look beautiful today, miss yn” he took your hand and kissed it.
“Thank you…”
“Call me Hoseok” he said to you.
“Hoseok”
“My name sounds a thousand times better when you say it” he assured you with a smile.
“What a coincidence, mine too”
Hours and a few drinks later, Hoseok was thrusting inside of you making you moan, you were on his suite on this same hotel with a nice view, he couldn’t help himself when you took off your dress, leaving marks on your neck and sucking your breast.
It was a last minute thing, but it worked out.
You could not make a move that was not deeply calculated, sleeping with Hoseok was a full made decision.
But what he has to do in this whole thing, you ask.
Well, he is Namjoon best friend and business partner and your next best chance to keep your plan going.
Hoseok was your access to Namjoon, and you were not going to waste this opportunity.
The last thing you remember was how the hot guy in the movie for the million time had let down the protagonist of the series, soon you encounter yourself fast asleep on your very comfy couch in your cozy apartment, on friday night.
You were commonly considered as home buddy, so you love to stay at home on fridays and spend time with yourself, you went out from time to time but you were tired today, so you drank whole bottle of wine and started to watch a show on your waiting list.
And you were dreaming about a good deserved vacation until the annoying ringing of your phone woke you up.
Blood status: Muggleborn, doesn’t really mind but has a hard time hiding magic from muggles
Uses “I solemnly swear that I’m up to no good” and “I may be a Gryffindor but do you mind if I slyther-in” as pickup lines
What is fascinating is that the first one actually works
His favorite class is Care of Magical Creatures, he just find them so fantastic get it?
Was shocked when he saw Mcgonagall for the first time since he thought she was dead
Constantly sending letters to his mom, she doesn’t reply to them all: it’s expensive and she doesn’t know how to send them in an owl
Misses his mom a lot
Has never been to a flying lessons since he suffers from acrophobia, his teachers understand this, even though they’re not totally happy with him not taking important classes
“What do you mean 1998? Didn’t the battle of Hogwarts took place around 1700?”
He’s in love with magical creatures but doesn’t want anyone to know about it since it could “ruin his reputation”
Surprisingly good at magic chess
Flirts with ghosts
Thinks that Minhyuk guy is really cool
Friends with Hyungwon because his house is beside the kitchen
Summary:“After being invited to dinner at his hyungs’ girlfriend’s house, Jungkook finally got to be a part of that polyamorous relationship… Or, until then, he thought he was included too.
Dating six men was not an easy task, but you lived in harmony and much love. However, when the group’s maknae also tries to get into that relationship, things get more lively.”
Min Yoon-gi was the first to notice how the maknae looked at you from head to toe, bit his lips a few times and smiled back. And even if you were between your other two boyfriends, Seokjin and Taehyung, he couldn’t get even more jealous noticing the other man’s glares in his direction. The parties among the boys were already something relevant, to celebrate the last recording of the BE album, and the company’s actions, the boys were always excited about the group’s popularity, especially with the success that was being, this year was definitely theirs, again , bts was already one of the biggest groups today. The small party with the boys, staff and other groups took place in the company’s own building, which freed up one of the rooms and bought some snacks and drinks to accompany the celebration. Long time no minors, they released drinks to almost everyone, but left a small restraining order on txt and enhypen, their newest groups. So the elders and the managers were watching, especially the hyung line who had more responsibilities. Some of their boyfriends even looked at them, taking drinks from their hands and replacing them with sodas, they didn’t complain, they understood that they couldn’t overdo it. They had just gained freedom, not to mention the event they would have the next day. The interaction was cute.
Yoongi pressed the table hard as he faced his group brother, Jeon Jungkook. He also looked at him at times, he seemed to be making his hyung angry, but it could be Yoongi’s angry head. He didn’t want to fight with his little brother, especially when it came to petty things, like feeling jealous of something that was already completely his. He also knew you hated fights, and what he wanted least was a mess right now. Not that it wasn’t necessary, everyone knew you were dating six bts boys, but at times it seemed like none of that was remembered when you showed up at some events with them, especially when everyone in the company was gathered. The boys thought it was because of the lack that Jungkook felt, or even the lack of a female presence. They understood and didn’t bump into him when he, or even other groups, tried to talk and socialize, always praising you or making you laugh.
But then there was Min Yoongi, the big problem most of the time. He did feel jealous of you, it was not little, his jealousy was often possessive, it took you seriously. Which generated a lot of fights and restriction for all the other five boys, after all, when you fought with one, everyone felt the pain and prohibitions. However, today you were stunning with a red dress, it went up to your thighs, formed with a beautiful v between your breasts and the big neckline that appeared, open in the back and leaving the tattoo that you had on your back, heels and just a lipstick. Hoseok made you beautiful that night, he wanted to show you off to all the boys, he wanted to show the beautiful woman they had. The other boys, and especially Jungkook, couldn’t be more jealous of how lucky they were.
Maybe that’s why Jungkook wants your attention so much, because on top of everything else, everyone else would do anything to get some attention too. And that annoys Yoongi, Seokjin, Namjoon, Hoseok, Jimin and Taehyung. But today your boyfriends were a little distant, each on one side of the room, which allowed a certain freedom for other men and women to talk to you. That’s why he had been the first to notice that conversation that was constantly flowing between you and the maknae, now left aside when Jin and Tae distanced themselves and decided not to interfere with the conversation. Yoongi’s jaw quivered in anger at the sight, knowing they did it to stress him out. And it was Jimin who noticed how his hyung was doing that night, followed by a Hoseok who slowly approached the older man and touched his shoulder, taking his attention away from you.
“Hey.” Yoongi commented distractedly, then looked back at you.
“Hey Suga! Take a break.” Hoseok looked in his direction and sighed deeply. “You know Jungkook has a crush on her. And you don’t want to start a fight right?"
"But that doesn’t negate the fact that he always teases me when we’re at events with her.” Yoon squeezed the table a little more, the third eldest knew that it was impossible to talk to him at these times. “I’ve been avoiding a possible fight for a long time, you know that."
"Give the maknae a break, he and our little brother. Someday those feelings will end because he’ll realize she already has us."
"I share her with you, Jin and three others, and I’m glad to do so. But adding Jungkook to this relationship is already too much. She doesn’t need seven boyfriends."
"I know that, and the others also agree with just the six of us. She doesn’t need jealousy, she only has eyes for us.” Yoongi pushed the chair he was sitting in and stood up soon after, looking intently at Hoseok. But before that, she noticed when the maknae touched her arm and gave her a brief caress, not missing the scoundrel smile afterwards.
“Then tell Jungkook to stop teasing me!” he took the wine cup and made his way to where you were.
As Jin, Namjoon and Taehyung realized where Yoongi was going, they took a deep breath. They knew that one of the most dominant in the relationship had a very overwhelming aura, so this party would not end well, and as soon as he got home they would have to listen to the fight between you. Mainly because whoever was with you at that moment was Jungkook, everyone knew how Suga got when the maknae mentioned her name. He went crazy, always making sure he never left her alone with him. And he would do it at this event, the problem was Jungkook taking advantage of the conversation between Jin and Taehyung to get closer to you. The Korean also knew that trying to talk to you while Yoon was around would be impossible, so enjoying the company of his other boyfriends was ideal, just as it worked.
“Having fun?” Yoon wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her towards him slowly. Jungkook didn’t notice his presence until he commented, so it took some of their attention and especially the maknae’s hands away from you.
“Jungkook was telling me how funny it is when everyone is together, and the adventures they have with the fans."
"Baby, I’m part of the group too, why didn’t you ask me?” you looked at Yoon and undid the smile on her face. That look, you knew him perfectly, you knew when he was in that way that everyone hated, especially you… But tonight nothing would get you out of your mind, so the best thing to do was ignore him. Yes, you decided to ignore Min Yoon-gi, that night was so beautiful that you decided to be a little bitch for him. As it used to be most days, her boyfriends had to take care of it. It was great to piss everyone off, because at the end of the day, I always got something from everyone, which I loved.
“I can make you more comfortable."
"No Jungkook, please stay. I like talking to you.” His hands quickly took Yoon’s hands off your waist and soon you found yourself prioritizing Jeon over your boyfriend, which in a way had been one of the worst mistakes.
Her other boyfriends watched the conversation warily, but they were surprised when it happened, when she prioritized someone outside the relationship over them. This had never happened in a year and a half, it was something new for everyone. Then Jimin and Hoseok laughed at what had happened, knowing that today was going to be a long night, and they couldn’t wait to get home soon. Sex with all six was not taboo and far from being, it happened a few times, maybe once a week, and everyone loved it when it happened, especially you who felt fulfilled.
"You know, it will be fun.” Hoseok said, still smiling. How angry Yoongi was.
“Dinner would be fine too. You know, just us and Jeon.” Jimin left the other two with a question mark on their foreheads.
“You want to see him even angrier, don’t you?” Hoseok stepped in too, earning a smile from him.
“Come on, it will be fun. Jungkook is my best friend, he would love to be invited.” Jimin left Hoseok confused, but only the main dominator Kim Namjoon understood what he meant. Still smiling and agreeing with his idea.
Imagining this, he also followed where you were. Always being careful not to draw the attention of the other boys anymore, but Jin and Taehyung couldn’t help but look and assume that something was really going on. Then they said goodbye to the composers and followed the direction of the other two men, situated in the same place. Namjoon overheard a small snippet of the conversation he was having with Jungkook, while Yoongi was just short of committing his first manslaughter, against his own brother. But, the light at the end of the tunnel, just as the leader arrived at the right time and right moment to ease the uncomfortable atmosphere, it was always him. The miraculous leader of the bangtan boys; Kim Namjoon.
“Hello Baby.” you looked towards Nam and smiled at him, soon feeling one of your hands touch his chin and pull it in for a small kiss. “I see you’re agitated tonight, that’s good. What’s the matter?"
"We talked about the group, our routines, nothing much.” Jungkook just smiled.
“Having fun, honey?” Nam squeezed his waist and Yoon took that as an invitation, soon letting a smile escape his lips. They both understood each other so well.
“Of course! But can we go home? These heels are killing me.” A small pout formed on her lips. It wasn’t the heels that were bothering you, it was the heavy atmosphere between you guys, caused by Yoongi. The one who’d promised not to break up the party.
“Sure baby, go with Yoongi. Me, Jin and Hoseok still need to stay to take the other boys home.” he smiled, kissing her lips again. “Say goodbye to our golden maknae, love.” Nam loved showing everyone who was the main dominator in your relationship. Even if the other men didn’t listen to him, it didn’t bother them, because in the end you would also obey everyone else… Only in bed, because outside of it they were your personal puppies. "See you later, Jungkook.“
"See you later, love.” Yoongi held her hand tightly and pulled her with him as far away from that room as possible. On the way to the parking lot and the personal car that had come.
“Love! Slow down, I’m wearing heels.” he pushed his body against the nearest wall and leaned against you, bringing your wrist to head height and holding tight.
“I already told you not to make me jealous, especially with that brat. Have you forgotten the rules or do you need me to remind you of them?” seeing Yoongi angry caused you a huge feeling inside, something good and joyful, you knew that the night would be very far away and it wouldn’t take long for the boys to gather too, however, reminding you of the rules caused a certain… Anxiety.
“I did not forget.” In the relationship there were some rules for the good coexistence of the poly relationship, it was something related to BDSM; submission, domination, masochism, etc. Namjoon created most of them, the rest the other boys added after studying his body. All took off each one. You memorized them all and loved each one, especially the degradation. “Excuse!"
"No, that’s not how it works, love. You know that. Let’s go home and there you’ll better apologize to me."
Namjoon and Jungkook continued their conversation slowly, while Jimin and Taehyung headed towards the parking lot, after saying goodbye to their friends.
"Having fun while talking to my girl?” Jungkook smiled weakly. “Stop teasing your hyung, he might end up killing you."
"Hyung, you know it’s impossible to ignore her, especially when she comes with such a beautiful outfit."
"I understand. Well, will you be free tomorrow night?"
"Probably so. Any plans?"
"We’re having dinner at home tomorrow, would you like to attend?” Jungkook swallowed hard. He had never been invited to his house, now he would accompany him to a dinner, it was quite a surprise. He wondered why that was now, when in fact it was pissing them all off… But they didn’t seem to mind the petty attitudes.
“Of course I did! What time would it be?"
"Nineteen hours. Don’t be late."
"You can. Would you like me to take something?"
"Some drinks, not too strong. You know, my girl doesn’t like heavy drinks.” Namjoon smiled again and looked around, seeing that Jin and Hoseok were already moving the other boys to the dorm. “Is it arranged?"
"Yes sure!"
"Great! Come on, I’ll drop you off at your apartment.”
Thisis my first story,my official language is not English, so I apologize if something went wrong… I hope you like the picture, I’ll bring you more chapters soon! ♡
I would be very grateful if you guys help me by RT, favorites or even commenting. If not, just reading it is good enough! Thank you for reading the prologue and see you later.
pairing: Soundcloud Rapper!Hoseok x f!reader genre(s): pwp, smut au(s): enemies to lovers, one night stand word count: 1.9k warnings: Dom!Hoseok, very bratty!reader, Hoseok is kind of a jerk, drinking, smoking, oral (f. receiving), fingering, spanking, degradation, edging, Hoseok is an ass man, hitting it from the back, unprotected sex, pull-out method (don’t do this pls), squirting, the ending is ???
rating:18+
summary: You bash rising celebrity rapper J-Hope at a party, only to have him turn up behind you and teach you a lesson.
a/n: hehe ok so I was supposed to be on hiatus but then i graduated and became a docta but then also managed to injure my eyes and end up in the ER the night before graduation so it’s been a weird, kind of uplifting week? Please just take this as it is lol, and if you liked the fic, please don’t be afraid to let me know what you think! thank you to both Mars @joheunsaram and Kris @lonelyhobi for helping me brainstorm the plot! Enjoy! <3
listen to: lemonade by gucci mane
Hoseok is out of it. He knows that for sure, knocking back another shot, feeling the bitter sting of alcohol travel down his throat. Everything around him melts into a haze – the splashing from the poolgoers, the pounding bass, the giggling of the two girls he’d just picked up at the bar. He takes another hit, offered by the pretty blonde on his right, and scrolls through Tiktok, a smirk pulling at his lips when he comes across another one of his songs in a dance challenge - scores of hotties shaking ass to his music. This was the life. Maybe he’d drop another single about tonight’s party.
Exhaling, the clouds of smoke escape his lips, carried away on the wind, nothing but the faintest of whispers. The faintest of whispers. Hoseok’s ears perk up, his attention piqued by something he hears across the pool, on the other side of the party. A gaggle of women, their laughter as bubbly as the champagne that’s been flowing the entire night. And in the center of it, a singular sullen face.
Ooohhh, Isi! I love this quick, hot take I didn’t expect to get attached when she woke up without him next to her. Would have loved to hear what his song was about, though.
Summary:Taking viagra while your roommate is around should not be legal.
Themes:justporn
Word Count: 2.95k, not edited
Inspo:i don’t know uhm vIagRa??????
Warnings:Degradation(calls u a whore bc everyone is a whore for Jung Hoseok ), big dick (do I even have to explain), unprotected seggs, oral (m receiving), roughety fuckety, mature language, viagra ingestion, overstim because duh, Jung Hoseok idk y’all should be warned abt him, and a lil bit of pain kink yk (he yanks ur hair and ur jaw, and ooo pussy slapping lololol).
⤞summary: You bring your boyfriend home with you for summer break, and he tries to get in your pants every chance he gets.
⤞word count: 1.1k
⤞warnings: quickies | clothed sex | unprotected sex | riding | dirty talk | choking | exhibitionism | spitting/spit kink | cum eating | clit stimulation | ass slapping | oral sex (male receiving) | mentions teasing | pet names | light erotic humiliation | very light manhandling
⤞rating: 18+
⤞a/n: you can blame @aquagustd & @raplinesmoon . they’re responsible for this. i’m not even embarrassed anymore. when hoseok calls this whore comes running; no shame in my game. y’all been knew what he does to me.
“It’s gonna be quick, babe. I promise.”
It’s so tempting—he always makes it sound so simple, so easy.
You sigh. “Okay, Hoseok. But please let’s not get caught like last time.”
Your boyfriend grabs your hand and leads you into an empty room.
“We didn’t get caught. We almost got caught.”
“It was still too close,” you allow him to pull you on his lap, and you straddle him by placing your knees next to the outer sides of his thighs, “I just don’t want you to get in trouble with my dad.”
“I am trouble, baby girl. Now sit on my dick, please.”
You roll your eyes. “Fine. Take it out.”
“Nah, I’m lazy today. Do it for me.”
“Are you serious?”
“Am I smiling?”
He looks at you with a raised eyebrow, silently questioning whether or not you’re challenging him. You play nice because you know there isn’t much time, but make a mental note to be a brat later to pay him back for being so rude.
You fondle with the button and zipper of his jeans until his pants are undone and his boxers are exposed. Carefully, you remove his length from its confinements and firmly wrap your hand around it. You squeeze it gently; you can’t stop yourself from showing his girth some appreciation before you get started. However, you can’t afford to dwell over your boyfriend’s size for long; it’s only a matter of time before they come looking for you.
He pushes up your skirt and you pull your own panties aside before aligning with the oozing tip. You can feel the warm precum when it touches your clit. You coat him with the arousal gathered at your entrance, a result from his merciless teasing under the dinner table a few minutes ago.
“Hurry up.”
The second his dick probes at your opening, Hoseok slaps your ass and you take in a larger portion of his length than you intended to. You wince and whimper quietly as you wait for the sensitivity to ebb away, but Hoseok is too impatient. He uses his grip on your waist to move your hips slowly until you’re comfortable enough to find your own rhythm.
“I got it,” you mutter, placing your hands on his shoulders.
Hoseok sits back in the chair and watches the show with a smirk.
“You’re bossy today, baby girl.”
“Shut up.”
“You shut me up.” He slaps your ass again, creating more noise for your parents to hear. It earns him a glare but his lopsided smile never fades. “Better make me come before I get loud.”
“Hoseok, you better chill.”
Your panting makes your words come out shaky, but he should know you’re serious. Your parents are right down the hall.
“I think you wanna get caught…you aren’t even trying. Come on, ride this dick like I taught you, baby girl.”
“Fuck you, Hoseok.” You plant your feet on the hard surface and get in a squatting position.
He chuckles.
Annoyance fuels you to grab his throat, and you’re surprised to see the look of excitement on his face. Your own smirk forms as you apply a bit of pressure. “Like this, baby?”
“Yeah,fuck. Just like that.”
You bounce on his cock while looking into his dark brown eyes, watching them gloss over with lust. You pray that your parents don’t hear the lewd sounds that travel through the room each time you drop down on his lap.
Switching gears, you begin rolling your hips, slowing down and clenching intentionally to make him suffer. Serves him right for nearly making you come while you were having a meal with your parents.
“Open your mouth,” you request, hand still clutching him like a necklace. He obliges and you lean over him, spitting directly into his mouth without batting an eye. “Now swallow.”
Hoseok doesn’t hesitate, and after he consumes it he sticks out his tongue again to show proof. You reward him with a kiss and release all of your moans into his mouth. The familiar feeling starts rising in your gut signaling that your orgasm is approaching.
Your boyfriend guides your body, and encourages you to move in the rhythm he favors. You don’t protest because you’re too busy shoving your tongue down his throat. Honestly, you don’t even care as long as he’s buried deep inside of your heat, giving you the pleasure you crave.
“Gonna come?”
You nod your head. “Yeah, mmhm. I can’t hold it.”
He leaves kisses up your neck until he reaches your ear. “Me either. I wanted to come the second you started choking me.”
You have to cling onto him when his thumb touches your clit. He uses your slick to assist him in drawing swift circles over your bundle of nerves, bringing you closer and closer to your peak.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” he starts fucking you from beneath and you bury your face in his shirt to brace yourself for the impact. The coil tightens and eventually snaps, sending an orgasm rippling through your entire body, “you’re so fucking hot.”
You hear him whispering praises in your ear, but eventually his words start to come out as soft moans. Quickly, you climb off of him and wrap your lips around his pulsing cock. His cum squirts into your mouth within the first few seconds of you bobbing your head. You swallow it up greedily, not leaving a drop behind.
“Damn, babe. You really swallowed me up like that? Lemme see.”
You stick out your tongue and show him that nothing’s left. Your boyfriend curses in response then helps you to your feet.
Like a gentleman, he helps you fix your appearance before you step into the hallway. Not saying a word about the encounter in case your parents are standing there waiting for you.
“I love you,” he whispers.
He’s trailing behind you, still tucking his dick in his pants and trying to calm himself down before he has to face your father.
“You can’t sneak into my room tonight, Hoseok.”
“Hey,” he grabs your arm and spins around, pouting when he sees the frown on your face, “I’m serious.”
Your features soften at the sight. “I love you too, Hoseok.”
Satisfied, he wraps his arm around you and you both proceed down the hall in silence until he stops just before you round the corner. He pins your shoulders against the wall and stares at you with those mischievous orbs, the smirk from earlier returning like it never left.
“What about in the morning before they wake up? Can I slip into your room then?”
You roll your eyes and push him off of you.
“Fuck off,” you say as you start to walk away, “ but yeah, you can come.”
Summary-“You never thought a change in wardrobe could have this effect on you. Was it possible that Dior was now dealing with the occults and had somehow bewitched this piece of clothing?”
Or, alternatively, your best friend tries on the latest Dior harness and you simply cannot help but jump his bones..
word count- 9.6k (this was supposed to be a drabble… stares at the camera)
pairing- nonidol!Hoseok x richgirl!Reader
rating-R
genre- smut, slight angst, pwp, childhood friends to lovers
warnings- DIOR!HOBI, mean dom!Hobi, sub!Reader, public sex, spanking, oral (f and m receiving), degradation (use of slut, whore, crawling), sir kink, face fucking, fingering, pussy slapping, edging (a little), overstimulation, protected penetration, aftercare, hints of dom drop. OOF I think that’s all. SEE YOU IN MY PENTHOUSE IN HELL.
a.n- This is probably the filthiest thing I have ever written. I truly hope Hoseok never sees this because… you know what I don’t want to think about that. This is a part of @houseofddaeng‘s Happy Hobiuary event with my favourite iconic Hobi look. Please proceed to grab your hobi water and enjoy!
This was written to torture Bella @hobisbeautifulass as revenge for writing the whipped Daddy Joon of my dreams (go check out Retaliation here! ). So a huge thank you to my girl for not only beta reading this for me, but motivating me endlessly! You my hype woman and I love you! Also, thank you to Anna @oftenderweapons for being excited for this and beta reading as well. Honestly, I love you both so much, imma cry!
As always feedback appreciated, a reblog and a like goes a far way. Send me an ask!
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“Let’s go, bitch! I need new clothes!” You announced as you walked into your best friend’s apartment, sipping an iced americano with another in hand for him. Hoseok just shook his head and rolled his eyes from where he laid on his couch, still dressed in a black t-shirt and sweats, despite your twelve texts asking him to be ready for your arrival. Although you were sure that outfit was high end, you wanted the Hoseok that could turn the women in stores to mush with one glance, and that could only be accomplished when he donned his too skinny jeans and tailored shirts. At least in your opinion, that was. His attire seemed the complete opposite to the white Gucci blouse and red Chanel skirt you wore, your hair perfectly curled and lips painted a bright scarlet to match.
“You spent six million won last week and you told me to stop you if you wanted to shop again,” he stated matter-of-factly, reaching for his drink. You refused to hand it to him, causing him to whine the more you held it out of reach.
“Come on Hobi! I had a bad day yesterday. Please?” You pouted at him in an attempt to persuade him, but instead of relenting to you he just gave you a pout right back. Damn it, why was his puppy face infinitely better than yours?
I’ve been wanting to read this for forever and I finally had the time to! I enjoyed it so much! Dior Hobi makes us all feral. Dom Hobi is chef kiss. You did great ☺️ Thank you!
His cold authoritative tone messed with your head, making you squeeze your thighs for relief. The movement didn’t go unnoticed by your friend in black as he let out a chuckle at your actions. You had no words. How did Hoseok go from your usually goofy friend to this? Has he always been like this? What was happening?
DUALITY COME THROUGH
all you could feel were his lips on your neck, suckling the spot right where it met your shoulder and removing the filter from your words, desperate pleas falling like dominos
Loved this part!
“Stop me if you’re uncomfortable. Even though I’m in charge, you’re in control. Okay, Sparkles?”
Oooh I like how this was phrased!
…his shoulders sagging a little as he kissed you back. It felt natural, almost as if the two of you had been kissing for years. It felt like coming home and you felt a blush rising up your neck.
↠ SYNOPSIS: There are a lot of things you hate about Hoseok, but he’s determined to change that.
↠ WARNINGS: pwp, sex in a public work bathroom, Hoseok has platinum hair (yes that should come with a warning), oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), dirty talk, snarky banter during sex, they’re bad at feelings
↠ A/N: This is a drabble for the BTS Summer Bingo Event @bangtanwritingbingo with the prompt ‘Jung Hoseok’. A big shoutout to my fellow Hobi’s Hoes: the lovely Hope @hobi-gif for challenging me and beta reading this piece, and Ana @xjoonchildx for always being such a wonderful supporter. Love you ladies, this one’s for you!
It’s there, somewhere at the back of your mind—fuzzy, out-of-focus, the letters bleeding out like ink on paper: a list of all the things you hate about Jung Hoseok.
M!!! This was so good! I loved how you kept the hatred theme and how there were cracks in that tough exterior. It’s hard to dislike Hobi. I think you did a great job showing that internal battle throughout the fic. Thank you for writing
