#and I automatically turn the tap to the coldest to wash my hands to save electricity (for the electricity bill)… and yes I know that’s worse

[vydumaj]

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[makbaes-archives]

playing house | 4 (m)

member: hoseok x reader word count: 4,328 warnings: smut ahead

summary: it’s not like you’re hard pressed for cash, but there is that spring break trip you need to save up for, so why not grab your best friend and pretend to be a couple for some research study? what could possibly go wrong?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

It’s easy to deal with a crush, especially when that’s all it is: a crush. You’ve done it before, plenty of times. Unrequited crushing is common for you. Mostly in high school, when it was the hot transfer student in your class, but still. The feeling isn’t unfamiliar to you. However, you slowly begin to realize that it’s a bit different when your crush is A.) your best friend and B.) you are both living together.

You and Hoseok’s “one year anniversary” is coming up, and the boys make a big deal of it. Although you’ve only been living together for nearly 4 months, it feels like ages. The amount of comfortable, domesticity you both have only spurs on your little crush. You know it means nothing. At the end of all of this, you’ll go your separate ways. He’ll still be your best friend, but you know you’ll miss what you have now.

And that’s why you take full advantage of having him here with you now. You’re going to make this last while you still can, you decide, as you glance up at the go-pro mounted in the corner of your room. You’ll take whatever you can get away with at this point.

Hoseok shifts beside you on the bed, turning around to face your back as he wakes up. He hums as he pulls you closer to him, arm wrapped tightly around your waist.

“G’morning,” he mumbles, lips pressed against your shoulder.

Shivering slightly at the touch, you lick your lips, humming back groggily. You reach for his arm, fingertips brushing along his skin lightly as you chase the rest of your sleepiness away. It’s moments like this you live for.

There’s a slight movement as Hoseok moves his lips up your shoulder and to your neck, and you freeze under the touch, fully awake now. You know he’s just going along with the ruse, playing the act well.

His arm moves back slightly, his hand grasping your hip as he rubs circles into the exposed skin between your shirt and shorts. The room is suddenly a hundred degrees hotter. Does he know what he’s doing? Or is he just acting on half asleep thoughts? Whatever it is, you don’t want it to stop.

His motions are slow and lazy, which makes you think he’s not fully aware of what exactly he’s doing to you. You can feel the growing dampness between your legs with every passing second. The tension builds until you can’t stand it, so you take a slow breath and take a chance. You don’t have to move your hips too far to rub yourself against his, and when you do, you find that he’s hard. It’s not really much of a surprise, as this has happened before--accidentally, of course.

His lips part against your skin, and he lets out a harsh breath of air, his hips pressing forward into yours slowly. Hoseok runs his nose against your neck, and the motion, although small, feels so intimate. You inhale sharply, and your hips press back harder.

Hoseok’s hand grips tightly at your hip before moving up your body, fingertips grazing your skin lightly as they tug up your t-shirt. Your mind is going a mile a minute, and your body is on fire. You’re positive he can feel the heat radiating from your skin.

It’s when he reaches your breast, his thumb brushing over the hardness of your nipple, that makes you arch into his touch, and you know the moment is over.

“Hoseok…,” you gasp out as you arch, your hips moving desperately in search of some kind of release.

His hand and hips still before he slowly pulls his body away from you. While you feel marginally cooler without the heat of his body pressed against you, you can’t help but whine at the movement.

“Fuck,” you hear him murmur, and the word goes right to your core. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m-- I was half asleep. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that…”

Shutting your eyes tightly, you pull yourself together best you can, and release a little chuckle as you turn to face him. He has his face pressed into the pillow out of embarrassment, and you lay your hand on his cheek.

“Hobi, don’t beat yourself up. It’s okay. I’d be lying if I said I never had a dream that half asleep me didn’t try to reenact.”

Hoseok looks up, his eyes dilated, and he laughs. His cheeks are tinted pink, whether, from arousal or embarrassment, you’re not sure.

“You’re right. Sorry,” he says, eyes meeting yours.

He finds that yours are just as blown as his, and he notices your breathing hasn’t steadied itself yet. You wonder if he can smell your arousal; you feel like you’re drenched enough at this point to be able to. You can’t help but bite your lip. The tension is still there. You know he can feel it, too. Both of you ache to reach out--to touch each other in sinful ways.

“Let’s just...forget this happened,” he sighs, eyes averting from yours.

You nod and sit up, definitely needing to take care of the still burning desire between your legs. Hoseok grabs your wrist as you move to get out of bed, and you turn to find him sitting up as well.

“We should probably kiss for the camera,” he says, almost sheepishly.

“Oh, right,” you nod, leaning in. A kiss is the last thing you need right now, but you love to torture yourself, apparently. Licking your lips, you pause, trying to mask the huskiness of your voice with a teasing tone. “But… it better be a good kiss after all that. Don’t want anyone getting suspicious.”

Hoseok nods, meeting you halfway, pressing his lips to yours lightly at first. After two small kisses, his tongue pushes past your lips, and you move your hand to his neck automatically. The heated kiss is short-lived, though, and you suppress a groan as he pulls back. He chuckles, looking down, before playfully patting your leg.

“Go get ready for class.”

Nodding, you nearly race for your bathroom, taking the coldest shower you can stand as you try to get the feeling of his hands on your body out of your mind.

Things continue on as if that morning never happened, and you thank whatever God there is for it. Hoseok and you continue with your domestic routine, but you can’t help the nagging feeling in your chest every time you kiss or watch him walk out the door.

Taehyung and Yoongi stop by one afternoon to announce their plans for your big party.

“Why are we doing this again?” You ask them as you move around your kitchen, making lunch for yourself and your guests.

The pair is sat on the kitchen bar stools, Taehyung with his iPad out, creating a Facebook event for the occasion.

“Because this is a big moment for our friends. One year together is a big milestone,” Taehyung supplies, tapping away at the screen.

“Tae, you do know we aren’t actually dating, right?”

The younger boy gasps and looks around. “Not too loud, Y/N. You don’t want to be found out.”

“There’s no audio, you idiot,” Yoongi says as he rolls his eyes, moving his attention to his own phone.

“You’re ridiculous. There’s no need to celebrate a fake anniversary,” you tell the both of them as you set down a plate for each of them.

“Maybe not. But any reason is a good reason to throw a party, Y/N. All you have to do is show up and get drunk with the rest of us.”

You snort and take a bite of your lunch. “Where is this party even being held?”

“Our place,” Yoongi chimes in, not looking up from his phone.

“And everyone is okay with that?”

Taehyung takes a bite and speaks, nearly spitting out his food. “Everyone is excited about your anniversary except for you.”

Sighing dramatically, you lean against the counter as you continue eating. “I guess I’ll come to my own party then.”

Just as Taehyung begins whooping, Hoseok comes through the door, smiling big when he sees his friends.

“Hey, guys! What’s going on?” He asks as he sets his bag down and toes off his shoes.

“Y/N finally agreed to the party!” Taehyung actually does get a bit of food on the counter and tsk at him.

“Oh yeah? Nice! It’s gonna be fun, right?” Your fake boyfriend asks as he rounds the counter, pecking your cheek. You shrug, handing him his own plate of food.

He smiles wide and begins shoveling the food into his mouth. You set your plate down, eyeing him with faux judgment. You bring your hand up to push back his bangs as he eats.

“Slow down. You act like no one feeds you.”

He only grins and swallows his mouthful. “I have a very wonderful girl who does that for me, and I’m very thankful. You know how much I love your cooking.”

“You guys are disgusting,” Yoongi says, looking up from his food at the both of you, nose scrunched in disgust.

“You’re just jealous you don’t have someone to cook for you, Yoongi,” Hoseok teases, winking at you before continuing to finish off his plate.

“And now I’ve lost my appetite.”

“You had better finish that, or I’m never cooking for you again,” you warn, glaring daggers at the boy across from you.

Yoongi makes a face before taking a bite just to satisfy you. Taehyung snorts, getting up and walking over to the sink to wash off his plate.

“Hurry up, hyung. Jiminie wants us to go shopping with him, remember?”

Yoongi hums, finishing the last of his food. “What are we shopping for again?” He asks, moving to wash off his plate.

“Party supplies!”

Hoseok polishes off his food, and you’re left astounded at how much and how quickly these boys can put back food.

He shoos away his friends and finishes cleaning up. “By supplies you mean alcohol, right?”

Grabbing his things and nearly pulling Yoongi out the door, he grins back at Hoseok and you. “Of course! See you guys tomorrow at 9, okay?”

When they’re gone, you sigh and finish your food. Hoseok takes your plate from you and washes it off, smiling over his shoulder at you. “What are we going to do with them?”

You shrug, leaning against his back. “At least we get free booze out of it.”

Hoseok laughs and turns around to face you. “Very true.” With a quick peck to your head, he moves away towards the living room, and you sigh softly, the tightness in your chest returning.

It takes you precisely 3 hours to get ready. You don’t usually take this long for any kind of college party, but for some reason, anytime you put an outfit on, your brain immediately found something you didn’t like about it. Hoseok walked in several times to see what you were doing, each time attempting to assure you that you looked great.

When you finally decide on an outfit, you realize there are only 30 minutes until you and Hoseok should arrive at the boys’ house, so you do a light layer of makeup and throw your hair up in a messy, but cute ponytail.

Your heels click against the floor as you make your way into the living room, and Hoseok looks up from his spot on the couch, eyebrows lifting with interest before his eyes give you a slow up and down.

“Wow,” he says, standing up from the couch. He looks handsome in his fitted jeans and a tucked in button up shirt, and your eyes find their gaze moving over the muscles in his chest and arms.

Clearing your throat, you avert your eyes with a blush. “Shut up.” The outfit you decided on isn’t much--just a simple pair of black skinny jeans and a fitted crop top with a leather jacket over it. It took you enough outfit changes, but you felt sexy without feeling overdressed. And at least you had Hoseok’s approval.

“You’re adorable,” he grins, walking up to you. “Come on, let’s get going. I think it’s safe to say we’ll be arriving fashionably late.”

Honestly, you’re a bit surprised by the outcome of the party. Whereas you thought it’d be a smallish gathering, it seems like Taehyung’s Facebook event got around. It was fortunate that your friends lived in such a spacious place.

As soon as you and Hoseok walk through the door, everyone cheers and drinks are shoved into your hands. You and Hoseok mingle for a good bit before he’s dragged off by Yoongi and Namjoon, and Jin and Taehyung convince you to do a few rounds of shots.

By the time midnight rolls around, everyone is pretty smashed. You and Hoseok run into each other every now and then, kiss and hug, and move on to play drinking games or to dance. You’re dancing with Jimin when Yoongi pulls you away towards the kitchen. The dining room table has been mostly cleared away, and you’re about to ask what’s going on when you spot Hoseok.

“Boyfriend!” You squeal, padding over to him and leaning up on your toes to brush noses with him. His cheeks are pink, and his smile wide, so he’s probably about as drunk as you are by now.

“Girlfriend!” He says back, arms pulling you close.

“Okay, everyone, listen up!” The music has suddenly lowered, and Namjoon is standing on a chair to get everyone’s attention, something that makes you erupt in a fit of giggles.

“He doesn’t need a chair,” You manage to get out, pressing your face into Hoseok’s chest.

“I’d like to make a toast to two of my best friends. To a fun and loving one year anniversary!” Namjoon says, lifting his drink. The party goers do the same, and you pull away from Hoseok and grab the shot glass Yoongi has offered you. Namjoon looks directly into your eyes and grins. “And to many, many more!”

The crowd cheers and everyone drinks, and you do, too, because you’re too drunk to realize he’s teasing you. The liquor burns your throat, but you revel in the feeling.

“And now, for the one-year anniversary body shot tradition!” Taehyung announces, pulling Hoseok away from you and beginning to unbutton his shirt.

“Since when is this a tradition?” Hoseok asks but lets his friend undress him nonetheless.

“Since I thought of it 10 minutes ago. Now lay on the table.” Hoseok does, letting his shirt fall open. He lifts his head and watches you walk over and take the salt shaker from Taehyung. “Pick a spot and lick.”

You snicker to yourself as you eye the skin available for purchase. Hoseok watches you, brows raised. Neither of you notices that the party has resumed, and now it’s just your small circle of friends. Finding your spot, you lean forward, flattening your tongue against his sternum, licking a stripe up between his pecks. He shivers at the contact and watches as you sprinkle salt on the damp area.

“Open up, hyung,” Jungkook grins, placing a lime between Hoseok’s lips when he obeys.

Yoongi refills your shot glass, and you wiggle your brows at your fake boyfriend before licking up the salt, downing the shot, and biting the lime from between his lips. Everyone around you cheers, and you grin proudly, licking your lips.

Hoseok sits up, and though you’re drunk, you’re not gone, and you totally see the shift in his gaze as it gets darker. You switch spots with him, laying down on the table’s surface. You’re nice and comfy when you feel hands on your hips as they drag you down, your butt now on the edge of the table. You sit up on your elbows, watching Hoseok grin as he sinks down, his tongue wet against the top of your jeans as he licks a stripe up to your navel.

Your breath hitches, and you’re unable to take your eyes off his him as he sprinkles salt on your skin, not even when you feel the lime being pressed into your mouth. Hoseok takes the shot glass from Yoongi and smiles down at you.

“Ready?” He asks you, hand resting on your thigh. When you nod, he lowers again, licking the salt up and throwing back his shot. Instead of biting the lime from you, however, he takes it out with his hand and drops it on the table, the bite of tequila on his lips meeting the sour lime on yours.

Your friends lose it, screaming and jumping around like this was the craziest thing ever happening right in front of them. And maybe it was-two of their best friends, who weren’t actually dating at all, were making out on the table right in front of them.

Neither of you seems to notice, though, nor do you notice Jimin dejectedly handing money to Namjoon.

The party slowly begins to die down as the hour's pass, and by the time 3 am rolls around, it’s only the seven boys plus you. Yoongi is curled up sleeping on one couch, with you and Hoseok on the other end, your head in his lap as he plays with your hair. Jin and Namjoon are cleaning up a bit, so there isn’t a lot to clean in the morning when everyone is presumably hungover.

Jimin and Taehyung are talking on the other couch, while Jungkook sleeps, his legs laying over both of theirs.

Hoseok looks down at you when you yawn, smiling in the way that makes his eyes crinkle. “Tired?”

“Mhm,” you hum, eyes closing. The sleepiness has sobered you up, especially since you stopped drinking two hours ago.

“Wanna go home?”

“Why don’t you both crash here?” Jimin asks you, but you shake your head.

“I want my own bed. Your couches suck.” You sit up and grab Hoseok’s hand, pulling him off the sofa. Your apartment is right down the street, and besides, you have Hoseok with you.

“Be safe. Text us when you get home,” Namjoon tells you.

“Bye nerds. I love you. Thanks for the kickass party.” Those are your parting words as you and Hoseok make your way out the house.

You don’t know what to blame, the alcohol or your stupid feelings, for how touchy you’re being right now. You’re aware of everything you’re doing and saying. You have full control over your actions, and you know very well that you don’t have to hold his hand or lean into his side or kiss his fingers, but you do anyway.

You decide to blame the remaining alcohol in your system for allowing you to not give a shit about putting your stupid feelings on display right now.

Hoseok takes it in stride, wrapping his arm around you, kissing your head, watching with bated breath as you press your lips to his skin.

When you both make it inside your apartment, you drop your heels and start stripping off your clothes.

“Um, Y/N…” Hoseok laughs, watching as you struggle to kick off your jeans. “What are you doing?”

“Getting ready for bed, silly,” you tell him, finally getting them off and turning to face him. He licks his lips, eyes moving down your nearly naked body. You reach your arms around his neck and pout at him. “Carry me. I’m too tired to walk anymore.”

Hoseok snorts and shakes his head, but obeys, hands lifting you up by your ass, and you lock your legs around his waist.

“I should make you carry me everywhere,” you tell him as he starts walking to your shared bedroom.

“Oh, really?” He asks. “Is that what you want, your highness?”

Grinning, you nod. “Yes. Treat me like the royalty I am.”

“Yeah, a royal pain in my ass.”

You gasp and fake offense and Hoseok laughs loudly, tripping as his knees meet the edge of the bed. He falls forward, just managing to catch himself before his weight crushes you. You both laugh until your sides hurt, his head dropping to your shoulder and your face pressed into his hair.

When the giggling subsides, he pulls away, smiling stupidly down at you. His gaze is heavy on yours, and suddenly the room is a thousand degrees. Any other moment you would laugh this off and roll over, going to bed. But right here, you have enough liquid courage to go for it.

So you do.

Your lips meet his in a hard kiss he seems to be ready for. He moans when you bite down on his lower lip, soothing it with your tongue. That’s all it takes for him to press his hips between your legs, grinding his clothed erection into your core. You moan into his mouth, pressing your hips up into his until you both create a rhythm.

Your left panting by the time he pulls away from your lips, kiss swollen and red, and he kisses down the column of your throat, his fingers toying with the hem of your panties. They dip inside, brushing against your folds, and Hoseok groans against your skin.

“You’re so wet for me already.”

You bite your lip and nod. “I’m always wet for you.”

He sucks in a breath of air, then continues rubbing circles against the soft bundle of nerves. You buck into his hand, wanting more. He slides his fingers lower, pushing one inside of you, and you whimper as he brushes your sensitive walls.

“Hobi, please…” Your hands grip at the sheets as he nips and sucks on the skin of the tops of your breasts.

“What do you want, baby?” He asks, and his voice is full of sin, and it makes you groan.

“Fuck me, Hoseok. I need you to fuck me.”

He stops his ministrations and looks up at you, eyes dark. He licks his lips and withdraws his hand to pull his shirt over his head and begin working to get his pants and briefs off. “You have condoms, right?”

“Don’t need one,” you say, leaning up to help quicken the process. His motions slow at your words, and you push his pants and briefs down his thighs, hand gripping his hard cock, thumb gliding over the sensitive tip.

“You sure?” He asks, and you nod. There’s no need to explain. He trusts you, and you trust him. He pushes your hand away to kick the rest of his clothes off, and you take your bra and panties off before laying back down on the bed, watching him take in your naked body with hungry eyes.

He settles between your legs again, and his lips find yours in a different kind of kiss. This one is slow and gentle, and he takes his time as if he has all the time in the world. He leaves a soft kiss on your lips, then your nose, then each cheek.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N,” he whispers, and then you feel the tip of his dick pressing into your entrance, his length filling you up, stretching you deliciously. You both moan in unison. You don’t think either of you will last long, considering this has been a long time coming.

Hoseok takes a moment before he starts thrusting his hips, slowly at first. His hard length fills you up perfectly, and you moan out his name. His hips stutter for a moment, then he picks up his pace.

“Say it again.”

“You feel so good, Hobi,” you tell him, trying to meet his thrusts with your hips.

“So do you,” he breathes, lips catching yours in a quick kiss. “So tight and wet and all mine.”

“All yours,” you repeat back. He groans, sitting back on his knees as he grips your hips, snapping his into harder.

“Fuck, baby, right there!” You moan out, back arching as he hits your g-spot. The warmth pools and you feel the coil tighten, ready to come undone at any moment. “I’m so close.”

“M-me too.” Sweat drips down his face as he looks down, watching himself slide in and out of you, his dick coated in your juices. “Fuck, Y/N.”

Bringing your hand down to your clit, you rub small circles, whimpering as you feel your climax approach. Your walls clench around him, and he groans loudly, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder for better leverage.

You shout in surprise at the new angle, and that’s what drives you over the edge. You chant his name as you come down from your high, body shaking as he continues to drive his dick inside your sensitive walls.

“Where do you want me to come, baby?” He asks you, and you nearly come again just at how wrecked he sounds.

“Come inside me.” He looks up at you, brows raised. “Please, Hobi…”

“Anything for you,” he grits out, teeth clenched. His thrusts become uneven and you feel his cock twitch inside of you before you feel his hot release filling you up. You moan with him, pulling him down against you when he slows down, your lips finding purchase against his as he rides out his high.

Hosoek pulls out of you, laying beside you and holding you close, kissing whatever area of skin he can, soft and slow. You breathe in a shaky breath, fingers running along his collar, his shoulders, his jaw. It’s in this moment, this clouded, slightly drunk, post-orgasm high, that you realize how in love with this boy you are.

You fall asleep, blissfully unaware and uncaring of what will happen in the morning. For now, you’re warm and happy in his arms.  Hoseok smiles, brushing aside your hair from your face. He leaves one last kiss, lips lingering on yours as he tells you, “I love you.”

Author’s Note: Thank you for reading, as always. Feel free to leave feedback <3 Until next time.

xoxo Tyler

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