#it’s a line dancing party and you can bet your ass I’m gonna cotton eye Joe

[worth-the-chaos]

About to go to a big ass party…wish me luck

[hansolmates]

hoshi; strawberry bubblegum (m)

feat. sex shop worker!Hoshi x female reader 

genre/warnings: terrible generalizations of college parties, playful interaction, phone sex, slight dom themes, use of penetrative sex toys, squirting but honestly idk what this is really how on earth did we get here *hangs up*

word count: 3.6k

“I’m just looking,” you say, trying to swallow through your dry mouth.

Your tongue lays flat against your mouth like sandpaper as you watch Soonyoung from the counter. His elbows are perched across the glass display table, looking at you like a stray birdie who’s lost their way. “Looking for?” He asks.

“Just, some mints.”

“Oh, so breathplay?” He dives under the counter and picks up two tins, one blue and one red. “Hot or cold?”

“No, no.” You shake your head violently, “Like, actual mints. Spearmint. Wintergreen, y’know?”

Stupid stupid stupid. You know this isn’t a Wal-Mart or Rite-Aid and they aren’t selling Altoids, but then again, it never crosses your mind that Soonyoung would be the one behind the register of your local mall’s sex shop.

Really, there’s nothing wrong with him working there, of course there isn’t. A job is a job and sex is something that deserves to be respected and treated to your own devices. But of course, Soonyoung is the reason you ended up here in the first place.

Soonyoung is a friend of a friend, one you’d make the occasional joke with at parties and exchange obscure memes with in your friend circle’s large group chat. On a much grander spectrum, he’s the theatre department’s star pupil. Sure, Junhui has unlimited power in the way he controls his limbs. Minghao sways like water and his body is absolutely mesmerizing and while Chan may be the cleanest dancer out of all of them, there’s something so captivating about Soonyoung that has you constantly craving more.

It’s what made those stupid college parties that much more bearable. Your vision blanks out to last week, where a very inebriated Soonyoung grabbed you in the middle of your tantrum because Seungkwan spilled his sangria down your shirt. You were painfully sober and wanted to go home, but Soonyoung wouldn't relent and spun you to an empty corner of the dance floor.

God. Soonyoung had moves. You remember the way he grabbed your hips like the sweetest sin, telling you to stay a little longer.

Could he tell you weren't drunk? Probably not, because his dancing was sloppier than usual, more focused on pressing his hips to yours, his hot lips fanning over your neck.

“You smell so sweeeet.” Soonyoung had slurred into your hair. “Like strawberries.”

“That’s the sangria,” you had reasoned into Soonyoung’s ear as his head droops along your shoulder. You feign drunkenness, leaning unceremoniously on his sturdy body when he tries to swing the both of you to the music.

“Mm, nope. That’s just you,” the warmth of his fingers bled through your waist, his honeyed voice leaving you molten. “I bet you taste just as sweet, too.”

Lord save me.

Ever since then, you’ve been nothing short of a mess. You don’t know where you and Soonyoung stand, and you’re too nervous to ask. You prefer to dance around the topic, and by that, ignore him at all costs until the next party. Anytime your group chat pings to Soonyoung or you pass him in the halls, you can’t help but be reminded of what could’ve been. The way he was rubbing circles along the dip between your shirt and waistband, and you, needy and attracted to him, was ready to pull him upstairs and show him how much you’ve wanted him all this time. Just as you were about to propose the idea, Seungkwan threw up and nearly passed out, and both of you begrudgingly scrambled with the rest of your group to take him home and care for him.

The hairs on your body are probably all standing up despite your warm sweater. This circumstance is entirely upon realizing that during your journey through the sex shop, a certain (the only) cashier has been eyeing you throughout.

Definitely not in a weird way, but in an all-too familiar way that makes your cheeks warm and your skin tingle.

Soonyoung is still leaning against the glass display case, elbows propped up and the heels of his palm tucked between his cheeks. There’s nothing particularly interesting about this, he looks like a regular student trying to get through his shift, dressed casually in his athletic clothes. The only thing that bothers you is the flicker of light dancing in his eyes, looking straight at you. 

“You’ve been pacing the entire floor for the past ten minutes,” he drawls, tilting his head to the side. “I’m sure you’re not looking for just mints.”

You twitch, fisting a ballfull of fabric in the pocket of your hoodie. “Can you not tell that I’m kinda-sorta-seriously embarrassed that you’re here?”

“Oh, so it’s my fault?” Soonyoung points to himself, the bottom of his cotton candy pink lips jutting out in a way that makes your heart thump. He hops off from his place at the register, striding over to you with an eager smile.

Yes, it’s your fault. Your fault that I’m here because last week we could’ve spent the night and fuckin’Seungkwanjusthadtobarf–

“Not your fault,” you say archly, jutting your chin. “I’m just, frustrated.”

“Mm,” he hums, running his hand across the long line of products, you had no choice but to follow him. “What’re you looking for?”

“Just, a vibrator.”

“Size? Length? Width?” He suddenly pulls you to the end of one aisle, filled with vibrators. “Color?”

“Soonyoung,” you giggle nervously as he pulls out a box situated on the top shelf. “I can do it on my own.”

“As a worker, I’d nod my head and tell you if you need any help, I’m right over there,” he waves vaguely in the air, the other hand swinging around a neon studded dildo, “But as your friend. I’m telling you, let me help. Now, big or small?”

You freeze, biting your lip. “B-big.”

He doesn’t say anything to that, but instead throws the dildo back on its display. Soonyoung swings over to pull out a drawer on the floor with various boxes, picking and poking through them. You start to fidget in you place, nervously looking around the shop even though you are absolutely sure no one else is in the store. Soonyoung is picking out sex toys for you.

“Going to BTS tonight?”

“What?”

“Hobi’s throwin’ a banger.” He says into the drawer, threading through boxes of all sizes. “Yoongi and Jihoon are finally mixin’ together too. It’s gonna be a hell of a night.”

“Depends on Seungkwan’s stomach tonight,” you reply honestly, and you can’t help the satisfied smile on your face when you hear him chuckle, “Are you working all night?”

“Not all night, I’m coming late though.” He pulls out the box he wants with a satisfying “aha!” and hands it over to you. “Found the one.”

The box fills up both your hands, and you hold onto it as if you were holding a half-foot sub. With a little bit of toggling you flip open the top and pull out a long baby pink vibrator, with ridged edges and a heart shaped button. “It’s pretty.” You say, twirling the smooth silicone in your hand. It may just be Soonyoung’s job to help customers pick out something to satisfy their fantasies, but it certainly is perfect.

“And, it’s rechargeable.” Soonyoung pops in brightly, pointing to a little USB port. “Ah, the power of digital.”  

“How much?”

“Nothing. It’s yours.”

“Wait, what?” You cry, handing it over to Soonyoung like it’s a game of hot potato. “If you let me take this without paying, you’re a terrible worker.”

“I’m not giving it to you as a worker, I’m giving it to you as a friend.” He insists, pushing it back in your grip. “You can’t not be in love with it, I mean, it’s cute as fuck.” He points to the little heart button in the middle.

“Yeah, but–”

“If you’re so concerned, Venmo me in the morning.” He looks a little bothered that you’re fighting so hard, because you and him both know it's absolutely futile. “But for now, just take it. Think of it as insurance.”

“Insurance for what?”

There’s nothing like betrayal from a person as attractive as Kwon Soonyoung. The smile that’s once teasing, even playful from having a casual conversation over vibrators is suddenly darkening. His eyes scan the room, as if there’s someone watching the both of you. If there’s a co-worker watching the security cameras or something, he doesn’t mention it as he leans down, his hot breath kissing your ear. “No matter what, I’m not planning on leaving you high and dry tonight,” he murmurs smoothly, his hand covering yours to tighten the plastic in your grip.

It’s officially 2:44AM and you’re currently tucked in your bed. Alone.

You don’t want to even move because you’re wet, mildly drunk, and very disappointed. You didn’t even put in the effort to change out of your party clothes, only putting in enough energy to shuck off your too-tight jeans and dive under the covers.

Trying to feign exhaustion, you close your eyes. To your chagrin all you can think about is Soonyoung, finally showing up after work and bringing a breath of fresh air to the overcrowded house. Shining like a little star in the middle of the floor as he slides up to you, hands automatically attaching onto the sliver of skin where your t-shirt ands and your jeans barely begin. Just like last week, but without a drip of liquor. He didn’t even take one shot, you note gleefully as his wet lips glide over your neck, feeling nothing but genuine, mutual pleasure from the both of you. The song playing in the back isn’t the smoothest, but Soonyoung’s nothing but swave as he says “you missed me?” while swaying his hips against yours. The way he flips you around to wrap his arms over your waist, pulling you closer as he rubs his length against your ass.

The vibrations of your phone break you out of your reverie, and to your sheer amusement, it’s Soonyoung.

“I fucking knew this was gonna happen again.” He snarls in the line, and you can already imagine him childishly shaking his head.

You both laugh, the tinkly sounds bouncing nicely off each other. “Not my fault. Chan was apparently your responsibility.” You say.

“Yeah, well. Chan can barely stomach three rounds of chocolate milk, I should’ve known he can’t even hold his alcohol.”

“Is he okay?”

“He will be. Passed out on the toilet and I had to carry him back.”

“That’s good.”

A beat of silence, and you hear a door click shut on the other line. “But are you good?”

“I’m good.”

“You would’ve been more than good if you came home with me tonight.” He mocks regrettably, and you’re reminded of the dampness between your legs. “Do you still have your insurance?”

Your eyes trail over to your nightstand, where the pink vibrator sits on a towel. Absentmindedly rubbing your legs together, you exhale into the line, “Yeah. I just cleaned it.”

“Really, just cleaned it? It’s like you knew this was gonna happen.” Soonyoung chuckles, “What a good girl.”

He’s toying with you. “It would’ve been better if I had the real thing.” You murmur into the line, giving him a taste of his own medicine. “Maybe you’re too much of a good boy to come over here and finish what you’ve started.”

Soonyoung curses into the line, and satisfaction swells in your body. There’s a bloated, palpable sexual tension that excites you, and while having Soonyoung with you would probably be better, this would suffice for now.

“Everyone went back to the party,” Soonyoung says in a last ditch effort, “And Chan’s out like a light.”

“I’m too wet,” you reply instantly, adding a whine for effect. And it isn’t a lie, you can feel your panties cling to your folds. “I’d be dripping down the entire road before I get to your place.”

“That sounds adorable.” Soonyoung says as if he’s talking about the weather. “But I guess hearing your pretty moans will do for now.”

“Will do?” You scoff into the line, sitting up straight.

He sputters into the receiver, and you can tell he only just realized how off-putting that backhanded compliment was. “Wait, I’m sorry–”

“I could hang up the phone and let you rub one off all alone, and in the lucky chance, Chan might puke before you’re able to come.” You say sharply, “Kwon Soonyoung, my moans better make you burst through your fucking pants.”

If it’s possible, you hear him gulp. “Will do.”

And a brief, frustrated sigh bubbles to your lips, and you run a hand through your hair. “I’m sorry, I wish we could’ve finished what we started earlier.”

“Mm,” he’s a little sad, a little longing, but you can tell that he’s trying to pick up from where he left off. “Your legs looked killer in those jeans. I couldn’t keep my hands off of you. I’m still hard, just thinking about you rubbing your cute ass in those jeans, right against my dick.”

Slowly but surely, you spread your legs, a finger rolling up and down your dampened panties. “I almost soaked through my jeans, feeling your bulge ride against me.” You bit your lip, swirling your fingers. “Those dancing pants, they’re thin.”

“Not thin enough.” He husks, and you can hear the static and the sounds of rubbing into the receiver, probably him pressing his lips closer to the screen. “Do you still have my gift?”

“Y-yeah.” You say softly, momentarily distracted by the way your fingers glide smoothly through the fabric.

“Fuck, are you touching yourself already?” You whimper in reply, and you hear him breathe into the line, trying to form a level response. “Be a good girl and grab the vibrator for me.”

Unless you put the phone on speaker, you had to use your other hand to grab the vibrator. In the fear of not wanting to accidentally hang up on him by putting your phone down, you reluctantly pull away from your clothed core, reaching for the rosy toy, cool to the touch.

“Now, put it on top of your clit.” He instructs delicately, and you quickly oblige. “Push the button into to the third setting.”

You think nothing of the instructions he gives you, and like a videogame you click at the diamond encrusted heart rapidly to three.

Suddenly, the vibrator springs to life, and you almost drop it because it is so strong. You initially pegged Soonyoung as someone who’d want to play around a bit, not cut straight to the chase. It buzzes so fast that you have a hard time pressing it firmly to your bud, feeling your whole body go into inferno.

“S-Soonyoung!” You cry, your phone trembling in your grip. “Too much!”

“Press it twice.”

You do so, and to your relief the tool rumbles to a semi-comfortable vibrating pattern. It’s enough to keep you riled, but not so hard that it burns a hole through the cotton. “Jeez, Hosh,” You say the nickname breathily, “Let a girl breathe.”

“Yeah but, I bet your panties are so soaked that you have to take them off.”

To your chagrin, he’s right. You rub the vibrator up and down your folds, “Yes. They’re staining my sheets, and I’m all sticky,” You lift the vibrator a centimeter off, the material glistening. “My juices are sticking to the toy.”

“Fuck, that’s so hot.” Soonyoung rasps. “I’d love to taste you right now.”

You press your phone to your ear, quickly using your free hand to shed off your underwear and throw them in your laundry basket. “Yeah?” You press the object against your folds again, but this time without the barrier of your panties. It feels even better. “What else do you want to do to me?”

“I want to kiss every fucking inch of you,” he grunts, the sound like dark chocolate melting  through your ears and straight through your core. “And use my tongue to lick that sweet pussy of yours until you come. And then I. Wouldn’t. Stop. I’d keep going all night just so I can hear those pretty little whines of yours.” He says slowly, deliberately, making sure you get every dirty detail. “Are you pretending that my tongue is that little toy? Does it feel good?”

On cue, the vibrator manages to wedge itself onto a particularly sensitive spot, and you moan into the receiver. “Y-yes Soonyoung.” You say breathily, “It feels so good, I, I want more.”

“You want more, baby girl?” He asks, and you can practically hear him smirking through the line, his pink tongue licking across his lips. “Press the button again.”

This time, the pulses are more drawn out, but powerful. Each wave sends you into another length of yearning, and you throw yourself against the pillows, clutching the sheets so hard that your knuckles lighten. “Sssssoonnn,” you cry, shaking your head, your hair probably buffing up the receiver. “Mmmp–”

“Do you hear this?” You press your phone closer to your ear, and you hear the faint, slick sounds of his hand pumping his dick. It’s in a rhythm mirroring the pattern of your vibrator, and it makes you even more aroused. “Do you hear how much I want you?”

“Fuck, Soon, I,” You twirl the vibrator closer to your entrance, “I wish we cut right to the chase when we had the chance. You could’ve fucked me against the wall in front of all your brothers and I would’ve been satisfied.”

“Careful,” he coos, but you can feel him stuttering in his hold, “God, I want to fuck you right now. Wanna–” he pumps faster, the sticky sounds bringing you closer to your high, “Wanna–ngh, wanna feel your walls clench around my hard dick, and milk me out.”

“Y’know, you’re the reason I went to that–ah–sex shop in the first place,” Sweat beads at your hair, and you click another button on the vibrator, eliciting another cry. You hear a low, sexy groan coming from the base of his throat, “I burnt out my old vibe, too busy thinkin’ about how different things could’ve been last week.”

“I’m glad,” he says shamelessly, “That way, every time you use your new one, you can think of me fucking you.”

“I wish, I wish this was your dick fucking me. I wish you could just hold me down and take me and clench around you so hard that you cum so deep inside that my walls cream–”

“Put it inside you,” he groans throatily, impatient, “I want you to put that vibrator in your pretty little pussy and pretend it’s my dick fucking you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Y-yes,” You put your phone across your thigh, bopping the speaker key before positioning the pink vibrator against your entrance. You hope he hears the slick sounds of the silicone slipping  inside your core, “C-can you hear that, Soonyoungie?” You say, pumping the object in in a slow rocking motion. “Can you–ah! Can you hear the vibe go deep in, my walls are dripping against it, it’s so smooth and wet.”

“Such a damn tease,” but you know he loves every second of it, as you hear his breaths burn harshly into the speaker. You let your eyes flutter shut, pretending Soonyoung really is in the same room as you. “I’m gonna come,” Soonyoung rasps. “I want you to push your vibe in and out exactly as you can. I fucking wish that could be my dick right now, fucking your little body raw. Be a good girl and take my dick?”

You can imagine how engorged his length must be now, his thumb flicking across the beads of moisture lapping at the tip, rubbing with the other hand like rapid fire. How Soonyoung’s strong hips and thighs are bucking into his hand with an utter loss of control, all because of you. Pleasure is like a blue flame, ripping through your folds. “I’m your good girl,” You echo, taking your other hand to rub circles into your clit, “I’ll take your dick whenever and wherever.”

“I’m coming,” Soonyoung grunts your name, and you bounce against your toy faster and faster, trying to meet his high as much as yours.

No one speaks, only the sounds of breathy moans and thick squelching. You hear both your bed springs rock, and you imagine how rough you two would both be and how fast you could break either of your mattresses with your combined weight. Within seconds, Soonyoung moans, the sound coats from the back of his throat, indicating that he’s finishing himself off. It encourages you to keep going, the thought of his come dripping off of his dick, landing on his belly and the rise and lull of his chest is enough to spark you wild.

You see white and black spots supernova into your vision, and your hand moves on its own, despite the extra dampness and the vague awareness that you’re coming, much more than usual. You moan out for Soonyoung, your legs shaking and the entirety of your body trembling like an autumn leaf.

You let the vibrator out with a “pop”, shutting it off and throwing it across your duvet. Your eyelids flutter open and regain its vision, and you note that something is dripping from your hand and your bedsheets are more absorbent than they let on.

“Soonyoung,” you whisper in disbelief, “Are you still there?”

“Mm, are you okay?” he asks throatily.

“I think I just squirted,” you say in awe, running your hand over the large damp spot, “I’ve never done that before.”

“Fuuuuccckkkkk,” you imagine him smacking his head against the headboard, “That’s so sexy, I can’t believe I missed that.”

“Not very sexy when you’re alone and have to clean up the mess,” you put your pillow over the spot, deciding you’re too tired to take care of it right now.

“I swear, once Chan wakes up I’m shoving him two Tylenols and booking it to your place. No way in hell am I going to let you get away again.” Soonyoung promises.

“I sure hope so.��� You giggle tiredly, melting deeper into your sheets, “But the  vibe you picked out is actually pretty sweet.”

He snorts, “Wait ‘till you have the real thing, it’s sweeter.”