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jamaisjoons · 5 years

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bitten & knotted | jhs + knj

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: as different as night and day, your two lovers have many differences, after all, one is a vampire and the other is a werewolf. they have their similarities too, namely their supernaturally long life. something you don’t share. something they’re going to rectify tonight. supernatural au.

⟶ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: vampire!namjoon x princess!reader x werewolf!hoseok

⟶ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: fluff • smut • pwp (with more plot than was intended)

⟶ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 10k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: dom!namjoon, dom!hoseok, sub!reader, joon and hobi both have big cocks xxx, this is somehow tender and hard at the same time, threesome: mfm, dirty talk, slight body worship, light spanking, nipple play, pussy eating, fingering, face riding, cock sucking, deep throating, gagging/choking (on cock), cum eating, degradation, praise, unprotected, sloppy seconds, rough sex, manhandling, hoseok goes feral, slight mentions of blood, cum play, spitting, knotting, breeding, creampie eating, slight mxm, multiple orgasms, multiple creampies, biting/marking,

⟶ 𝑎/𝑛: hello! welcome to the first fic of SPOOKY MONTH! y’all know i can’t disrespect my 94 kings and not have THIS au be the first spooky themed fic i posted hehehe anyway this was supposed to be pwp but i guESS IT HAS PLOT ??? very lITTLE but definitely more than it needed ahahaHAHAHAHA

⇥ special thanks to my beta @slashgashbridesmaid for reading and editing this for me ♡

Darkness fills the night, cloaking the sky in its cascading blanket of pitch black. Not a single star glimmers. Instead, thick grey clouds aimlessly float through the nighttime, obscuring the cold, distant light of the moon intermittently. You find yourself humming along the darkened corridors of your castle. Dense streams of moonlight filter through the long arched windows that line the fading brick walls - the heavy dark velvet curtains pulled to the side. Usually, mostly during day time, they were drawn shut in order to prevent rays of sunlight from penetrating the window.

Your castle was always dark and dreary during the day, lit up only by the weak flickering of candlelight. The walls of the castle haven’t seen sunlight for over two decades. Of course, they couldn’t. Not with the vampire love of your life who makes his home within these very walls. No, sunlight was deadly to him - and considering he tended to wander the castle during the day doing his usual duties of playing advisor to the kingdoms, the curtains have to remain drawn. You don’t mind so much - whenever you needed to bask in the sunlight, you would find yourself out in the palace gardens or roaming the forest with your werewolf lover keeping you company.

You can’t complain. No, not at all. You have the best of both worlds. During the days, you travel the forests that surround your home, Hoseok in his giant wolf form as he carries you on his back - and when he gets tired, you usually stop and let him rest in your lap as you bask in the sun, mindlessly playing with his hair - or fur if he stays in his shifted form. Then, during the nights, you find yourself walking hand in hand as you and Namjoon traverse the nearby meadows, enjoying the way the night blooms glistening flowers of white as moonbeams drip over them. Indeed, there’s not a single thing you could complain about.

When you get to your chamber doors, you stop abruptly at the unexpected sight. Namjoon nervously paces the length of the doorway while he chews on his fingers, muttering every now and then. Though, unlike your lovers, you are human - a facet of yourself they have yet to rectify so you can be with them for as long as they live - and cannot hear what he’s mumbling about. Hearing the pattering of your footsteps against the cold stone ground, Namjoon’s head snaps up.

“Fuck. You’re here,” Namjoon breathes out. Your brows knit together as you look at him in worry. You may not have their superhuman senses, but you still notice the way his hands tremble with anticipation - or maybe trepidation.

“Joonie? What’s going on?” you ask as you approach him. Namjoon lets out a heavy exhale before taking your hands within his and placing a soft kiss on each of the knuckles.

“You know I love you? That we love you?” Namjoon whispers, his voice hushed. His hands drop yours, instead, moving to rest on your hips. Tenderly, his thumb brushes against the silk of your dress, and you lowly hum.

“Of course, I love you too. You and Hoseok. Both. Equally. Forever,” you reply without hesitation. Then you pause before continuing, “what’s going on? You’re scaring me,” you say, looking up into his dark eyes. They glow in the moonlight, the bright crimson flecks mellowed by soft umber tones. They’re so completely different from the way his eyes looked when he had been human.

“Nothing’s wrong, love. We- we just decided tonight is the night,” Namjoon finally says. You freeze in his hold, your heart speeding up. It thunders in your chest, Namjoon swallowing thickly as he smells the blood rush through your veins. Immediately, you’re searching his eyes, looking for any inkling of dishonesty. You find none. They’re filled with nervousness, worry but more importantly, anticipation and certainty. He’s being serious. Your heart soars within your chest, and despite shaky hands, you throw yourself into his arms. Instantly, your lips find purchase on his.

Automatically, Namjoon’s arms circle your waist, and then he’s drawing you into his chest. You fall into his kiss, letting him guide your lips in a sensual dance filled with nothing but tender love. His lips are cold against yours. He’s always so cold - completely different from the practical furnace that is your werewolf. You sigh into his kiss before pulling away. You’re breathless, warm air fans his lips, yet he’s completely composed. You suppose it has more to do with the fact that he’s undead than unaffected. He smiles gently and brushes his nose against yours. Then, grabbing your hand, he slowly leads you inside.

The heavy wooden doors creak open, a sliver of soft amber light leaking through the crack before you’re flooded by its warmth. You let out a soft gasp at the sight that greets you. Hoseok is sitting on the edge of the large canopy bed that occupies the middle of the room. The soft amber glow of the low candlelight reflects off of his silken russet, wavy locks as he twiddles his thumbs nervously. The minute he hears the squeak of the door, however, his head instantly snaps up, and he lets out a heavy exhale. Abruptly, he stands to his feet. Darkened pools of golden brown stay transfixed onto your figure, Hoseok’s pupil’s dilating as Namjoon pulls you closer to him.

“Did… did Joon tell you?” Hoseok asks, unable to prevent the slight stutter of his words. His voice drips with a mix of anticipation and insecurity - completely unlike his usual confident tone. Biting your lip, you nod at him. Namjoon’s hand slips from yours as Hoseok reaches out to you. Large palms circle your waist before Hoseok pulls you into him. You gasp at the warm sensation of his heated palms - a juxtaposition to Namjoon’s chilled skin.

“What do you think?” Hoseok asks, his gaze momentarily flicking towards the vampire standing behind you. Their eyes lock, a silent conversation exchanging just through their eyes before you feel their gazes on you once again.

“Please. I want to be with you,” you plead. Hoseok sucks in a sharp breath at your words as he caresses your hips under his delicate touch. Namjoon steps closer to you until you’re sandwiched between their chests. The hairs on the back of your neck stand straight when you feel Namjoon move your hair to the side before cold lips brush against your warm skin. The tender attention they lavish on your body causes your eyes to slip shut under their ministrations, your chest warming with affection.

You’ve been dreaming of this day for as long as you can remember. The mortality of humanity wasn’t lost on you - you’d witnessed lots of death through the years. Your mother died when she’d given birth to you, her only child. Your father followed when you were merely eighteen, leaving you the last remaining heir to the throne. However, you weren’t left unprotected.

You’d met Namjoon and Hoseok when you were all children - the two boys chosen as guardians to you, the crown princess. Hoseok had been a bright-eyed pup back then, with darker, almost black, eyes and deep brown hair - completely different to the deep russet hair and golden brown eyes he possesses now: signs of his maturity into adulthood. Even Namjoon has changed over the years, you can’t help but muse to yourself. Born a vampire, not turned, Namjoon has aged with you and Hoseok. Though, when he reached twenty-one, he’d fully come into his vampiric powers and stopped ageing. You can still remember how frightened you’d been, the day after his 21st birthday, when you’d reached out to brush your lover’s hair out of his eyes, only to feel his cold skin.

The three of you have been lovers since you’d all turned eighteen. They’d helped you get over the death of your father, comforted you, and looked after you in the weeks you’d spent completely catatonic, mourning the loss of the only parent you’d ever known. If it weren’t for Hoseok and Namjoon, you were sure the kingdom would have fallen apart. They’d saved you - showed you there were still people who loved you - that they loved you. You loved them too. Still do - until your final days. Throughout your life, it was as if you gravitated to one another - how could you not? You spent all your time with them when you were growing up. They are all you know, all you had ever known, and all you would ever need to know.

Thus, the thought of leaving this world without them terrifies you. Hoseok’s wolf blood will keep him alive for hundreds of years to come, and Namjoon… well, Namjoon will live for roughly the same amount of time. Contrary to popular belief, vampires don’t live forever. While not dead, they aren’t alive either, instead encompassing the state of limbo between. However, the energy that keeps them living, the essence that grants them power eventually runs out too, and with that comes their death. Nothing is infinite after all.

You’re still only human. Your life isn’t as long or drawn out as theirs - your life essence will fade much quicker than theirs. That thought terrifies you. You want to be with them - for as long as you possibly can. So, you had urged Namjoon to turn you. Namjoon had completely refused at first. So, you’d asked Hoseok to bite you. Like Namjoon, however, he’d refused too. There was too much risk. The poison of a vampire’s kiss and the essence of a wolf’s bite were deadly. Most people didn’t make it through: the chances of someone turning were incredibly slim, and they’d both agreed they couldn’t bear to lose you - especially through their own actions.

So, you’d decided to take matters into your own end. At the very edge of your kingdom, nestled in the woods, lived a witch. A witch who, if rumours were to be believed, had lived millennia. A witch who knew things most wouldn’t - who had knowledge of even the most obscure of things. The kingdom trusted Min Yoongi - he’d supposedly lived a long time, looking after the royal bloodline - even if he did it from afar. You couldn’t exactly blame him for being a recluse; if you’d lived as long as he did, you too would probably live far from civilisation. However, the fact of the matter stood, Yoongi could be trusted, and if he had the information you were seeking, then you owed it to yourself and your lovers to find it.

So, one day, you’d snuck past the palace guards and Hoseok’s ever watchful eyes and found yourself wandering the woods and towards Yoongi’s little cottage. It had been a long arduous journey, the forest paths narrow and winding, and you’d feared getting lost without Hoseok’s expert nose and senses to guide you through the forest - but you had done it - and come out triumphant. There was a way. A way to be bonded to both Hoseok and Namjoon until the end of your time. A way to tie their life force to yours and ensure you live for as long as they do. It was rare, almost lost to the ages. A ritual forgotten by everyone. Except for Yoongi.

While not common, it wasn’t unusual for a vampire to choose a human mate or for a werewolf to imprint on one. What was rare, however, was for them to choose the same human. Rare - but not impossible. Lost to time was an ancient bonding ceremony that allowed both a vampire and a werewolf to claim the same mate. Armed with the knowledge, a vial of potion, and Yoongi’s promise that it would be fine, you’d approached them both. They’d been hesitant at first, even with Yoongi’s assurance, because despite its increased chance, the ritual wasn’t perfect. Things could still go wrong. They could still hurt you, and you could still die. Though, the chances were slim if they completed it properly. Finally, though, it seems that they are ready to go through with it.

“Please, I’m ready,” you affirm as you wrap your arms around Hoseok’s neck. Your fingers entangle in his long auburn locks, mindlessly playing with the sleek strands before you draw him closer to you. Heart-shaped lips are only a hair’s breadth apart from yours, and you shudder as his warm breath wafts over your skin. “Make me yours,” you continue, staring up into his honey brown eyes earnestly. A low growl resounds from Hoseok’s chest before he sinks his head lower.

You groan into his kiss, the soft pink flesh of his lips moulding into yours as he kisses you slowly. Namjoon, not one to be left out, wanders his hands up and down the sides of your torso while he feathers kisses along the back of your bare shoulder. Hoseok’s hand moves to hold your chin, lifting it up for easier access as he cups your jaw. Your lips move sensuously, Hoseok’s tongue jutting out to lick at the seam of them. Readily, you part them, allowing his tongue to push in between your teeth before it begins gliding across your own tongue in soft but firm twists.

Namjoon’s cold fingers dance along the nape of your neck before running down your back as he slowly unknots the silken straps that keep your dress tied to your body. With each inch of skin that he exposes to the air, he places a cold kiss against your skin - almost as if he’s revering your body. Once undone, his hands tenderly wander up your back and across your shoulders as he slips the dress off of your body. It falls to the floor in one motion, bunching around your feet in a pool of silk and leaving you completely bare.

“Ah-” you gasp, breaking away from Hoseok’s lips and throwing your head back when Namjoon’s cold palms meander around your ribcage so he can cup your breasts. Gently, he brushes the pads of his thumbs over your nipples, causing them to harden under his icy touch. Unbothered by you breaking the kiss, Hoseok begins peppering kisses along the outline of your jaw and towards your neck. When you let out another gasp, your fingers tightening into his hair, Hoseok smirks, lightly sucking the spot.

“By the moon, you’re so beautiful,” Hoseok reveres as he pulls away, his eyes shifting down your body. He lightly runs his palm along the middle of your stomach and down your hips before pushing his hand between your thighs. Tugging his hair harder, you cry out when he begins softly rolling your clit with his thumb.

“Oh God,” you whimper as Hoseok continues his torturously slow teasing. He smirks over you, flashing his pearly whites before his fingers move, one dipping into you easily. You let out another whine, and your head lolls back automatically, resting on Namjoon’s shoulder as your walls flitter around Hoseok’s finger.

“Fuck- she’s already wet,” Hoseok curses as he pushes a second finger into you. Letting out a soft mew, you buck into his hand, wanting to feel him deeper.

“Hmm. Of course, she is, our Princess is always ready for us. Aren’t you, my love?” Namjoon asks as he playfully nips your shoulder. Your breath hitches when his sharp incisor scrapes against your skin.

“Always! Love feeling you inside me,” you lowly groan as you twist your hand around to rub at Namjoon cloth-covered cock. He hisses against your ear, bucking into your hand.

“Get her on the bed, Namjoon,” Hoseok says as he steps away from you. You whimper when he pulls his fingers out, Hoseok lightly spanks your thigh, causing you to mewl as your pussy clenches around nothing.

“Patience, sweetheart,” Hoseok says before brushing a kiss against your forehead. Namjoon easily picks you up - forcing a squeal out of you as you’re suddenly lifted off the ground - before he deposits you onto the bed. They both stand on the side of the bed, eyes darkening with lust as their gaze roves over your body before stopping at the dewy folds between your thighs. Breaking their stare, Namjoon and Hoseok exchange a nervous glance.

“Before we continue, there’s something you need to know,” Hoseok breathes out. You look at him curiously, your head cocking to the side. You say nothing, waiting for them to continue.

“Hoseok… It’s not going to be like usual,” Namjoon tries to explain. Your eyebrows furrow slightly. Of course it wasn’t. You’d read through the ritual - you know that it’s going to be different.

“I kno-” you begin before Hoseok shakes his head, cutting you off.

“No, sweetheart. I’m not… In order to mark you as the ritual requires, I’ll need to give in to the animal instinct. My wolf will take over. I can’t promise he’ll be gentle either,” Hoseok finally breathes out, “he’s wanted you for so long,” he mutters under his breath. His words are almost inaudible, but you hear them anyway. Your eyes soften at the conflict written on his face. Shifting to your knees, you shuffle to the edge and pull him into you. Once again, your fingers thread through his locks as you gently play with the hair on the nape of his neck - just the way he likes it. Hoseok’s chest rumbles in a low purr at your actions, his nose nuzzling into your hair as he breathes in its scent.

“I don’t want to hurt you. I love you,” Hoseok whispers lowly against the crown of your head. Lips curling into a gentle smile, you lean forward and place a kiss against his chest, just over his heart.

“You won’t hurt me. You could never hurt me. I love you. All of you,” you reassure before tilting your head and pressing a kiss to his lower jaw. Soothed by your words, Hoseok allows you to pull him onto the bed. You smile gently at him, feeling the bed dip behind you as Namjoon crawls onto the mattress.

Lazily, your hands move to Hoseok’s shirt, pulling the strings that bind it together loose. With each undone tie, more and more of his smooth caramel skin is revealed to your eyes. Leaning forward, you push his shirt off of his shoulders before running your hands across his defined, sinewy muscles. You place an open-mouthed kiss on his skin, suckling and licking the flesh as your lips wander over his chest. When your mouth brushes over the bump that signifies his nipple, your smirk against his skin before you wrap your mouth around the small bud, lightly nipping it.

“Fuck. You’re such a tease. Lay down sweetheart, wanna eat your sweet little pussy,” Hoseok says as he pushes you to lie back. With Namjoon behind you, however, you find yourself draped against his chest, his arms automatically encircling your waist. You shudder at the frigid chill of his skin against yours. When had he taken off his shirt? You don’t have much time to ponder the thought, however, because immediately Hoseok begins kissing his way down your body. Arriving at your legs, Hoseok’s hands wrap around the flesh of your thighs before spreading them.

“Gonna make you scream for me tonight, sweetheart. Make you scream for us,” Hoseok says before warm lips brush against your folds. You whimper, Namjoon moving his hands to once again cup your breasts as he teases the erect peaks between his thumbs and forefingers while running his lips along the length of your neck. You moan at his actions, your back arching as you push your chest further into his palms. The walls of your cunt clench, fluttering around nothing. From the low growl of appreciation that resounds from Hoseok’s chest, you know he sees the movement. Immediately, he wraps his lips around your pussy before sucking - hard.

“Oh god,” you mewl, your hands shooting out and entangling into his hair at the sudden stimulation.

“You like the way I play with your tits while Hoseokie eats you, Princess?” Namjoon asks.

“Mhm,” you moan. Your thoughts completely fly out the window when Namjoon pinches your nipple lightly, tugging the bud.

“Don’t forget about me, my love,” Namjoon says before moving your neck to the side and pulling your lips in for a spellbinding kiss. Hoseok’s eyes stay transfixed to the way your mouth moves with Namjoon, his cock twitching at the sight. Lowering his head, but keeping his gaze locked onto you both, he licks a swipe up your folds, gathering your wetness onto his tongue until it’s doused in your heavy, heady taste. You groan against Namjoon’s lips, your hips reflexively bucking into Hoseok.

“So sweet. The prettiest pussy I’ve ever tasted,” Hoseok breathes out, lightly running his fingers through the folds, soaking his digits in your messy wetness. His eyes follow the thin filmy strings of your arousal that cling to his fingers, stretching as he pulls them away from your cunt. When they snap, his fixation is broken, and immediately he plunges his fingers into his mouth, suckling at them as he drinks your arousal.

“Mine’s the only pussy you’ve tasted,” you reply, breaking off your kiss with Namjoon. Your eyes sparkle mischievously, and Hoseok growls out, spanking your thigh immediately. You hiss at the stinging sensation that flares along your flesh - even if he knew how to control his supernatural strength, Hoseok was still incredibly strong.

“I’d be careful if I were you, Princess,” Hoseok warns before plunging two of his fingers inside you. You cry out at the sudden penetration. Hoseok begins thrusting his fingers in and out out of you, pushing them into your depths as his arm muscles flex. You let out a low moan, groaning out his name. His fingers are long - and he knows your body well enough to easily locate the sweet spot nestled inside you that drives you wild with relative ease.

Namjoon bends his neck down, pushing your breast up so he can draw your nipple into his mouth. Sharp incisors scrape against the soft skin, his silken tongue laving and swirling the bud as he wettens it with his saliva. Releasing it with a pop, Namjoon blows cool air over it, causing you to whimper his name. He smirks, his white teeth glinting in the low light before he presses a kiss to your temple and pushes you off of his chest.

“Hoseok, get her on your face… wanna fuck her throat,” Namjoon says as he slides off the bed. Hoseok pulls away from your thighs, his fingers retreating as he chuckles.

“Feeling left out Joonie?” Hoseok asks. Namjoon gives him a pointed look before pushing his trousers down and freeing his cock. The instant you see it, your mouth begins watering. He must definitely be feeling left out, you muse. The head of his cock is an angry shade of purple, weeping with translucent beads of precum that has his cockhead glistening in the low lighting of the room.

Namjoon doesn’t retaliate and instead begins pumping his cock. Hoseok wraps his arms around your thighs firmly, and before you know what’s happening, he uses his strength to completely flip you over. You gasp at the sudden movement, his muscles flexing as he braces the entirety of your weight while he holds you up. Getting comfortable, and with his head resting on the edge of the mattress, Hoseok grabs your thighs and draws you over his face before he lowers your hips. You suck in a sharp breath when his lips wrap around your clit, gently suckling the bud as he runs his fingers along your folds. Namjoon patters over to you, smiling gently before tenderly petting your hair. You coo at the tender touch, returning your own lazy smile.

“Come on love, be good and open up for me,” Namjoon says as he taps his cock against your lips. Already practically drooling at the thought of tasting him, your jaw instantly falls open. Namjoon lets out a pleased hum before gradually inching his cock inside you. You’re not a stranger to sucking off your vampire lover, and yet, every time he pushes into your mouth, your jaw aches from his girth.

“Be good and take my cock, Princess, and Hoseok will reward you, won’t he?” Namjoon says as he gently caresses your head. You keen under him, your lips wrapping tighter around his shaft while your jaw goes slack. Hoseok lets out a low moan of agreement, the vibrations reverberating through your folds as he laves your clit under his tongue.

“Mhm. Be good for Joonie, and I’ll let you cum on my mouth, sweetheart,” Hoseok assures as he lets your clit go. He pushes your hips up slightly so he can stare unabashedly at your cunt, licking his lips and tasting you on his mouth while he takes in the sight of your dewy folds and dripping cunt.

“Fuck, that’s hot. Could watch you drip for us forever, you know,” Hoseok says as he ghosts his fingers across your nether lips. With featherlight touches, his middle and pointer fingers circle the throbbing bud nestled in the hood of your cunt before he runs them along your slit. Long, slender fingers part your folds, gathering as much of your wetness as he can on them until they’re completely slick with your arousal. The dim lighting reflects off the thin film that coats his digits.

Imperceptibly, your thighs shake on either side of Hoseok’s head, the incredibly light, almost non-existent touch slowly driving you wild. You forget about Namjoon’s cock in your mouth, your lips loosening around the shaft as you lose yourself in the sensation of Hoseok’s fingers. Namjoon hisses slightly and grabs your hair roughly before forcing his cock into your mouth, suddenly hitting the back of your head. Instantly, you choke and splutter around his cock, your eyes tearing up. Namjoon holds your hair tightly, keeping his shaft buried against the back of your throat, even as you gag around him.

“Didn’t Hobi tell you to be good for me? Yet, here you are, forgetting about my cock. Is Hoseok a distraction? Does he need to stop so we can use your pretty throat the way it’s supposed to be used?” Namjoon asks, his voice heavy with dominance. Despite your teary eyes and the ache in both your jaw and your throat, you find yourself shaking your head, your cunt clenching.

“Do I need to stop, sweetheart?” Hoseok asks, drawing his fingers away. Again, you frantically shake your head, your words of protest muffled around Namjoon’s cock.

“So, you’ll be good?” Namjoon asks, and you nod your head quickly. Namjoon grunts at the way his cock shifts inside your mouth as you move your head.

“Hmm. We’ll see. Now hold still while I fuck your pretty throat,” Namjoon says. Your muscles instantly tense, twitching intermittently as you stare up at Namjoon through the thick of your lashes. He growls lowly, keeping his eyes fixed onto yours as he begins thrusting hard, but slowly, into your mouth. Every thrust of his hips has him hitting the back of your throat - you have no doubt that it’ll be completely raw and hoarse tomorrow - as you’re jerked on top of Hoseok.

“That’s a good Princess,” Hoseok praises. Then, suddenly, he plunges two fingers into you. You cry out around Namjoon’s cock, the vampire’s thrusts becoming stuttered at the sudden vibration of your mouth against his cock.

“Fuck.” Namjoon hisses through clenched teeth as he forces his cock further into your mouth. The muscles at the back of your throat flutter around his head, and you find yourself inadvertently swallowing. Namjoon let outs another hiss, his head falling back as you slowly swallow his cock down your pharynx.

“Did she take you down her throat, Joonie?” Hoseok asks, his ears twitching at the fucked out sigh that escapes Namjoon’s lips.

“Fuck. Yes-” Namjoon groans out, barely able to string together a rational sentence as he loses himself in the feel of your tight, hot throat pulsing around his shaft.

“Should I reward our princess?” Hoseok asks, lightly thrusting his fingers into you.

“Hmm. I think so. We promised we would if she was good for us - and she’s being really good right now,” Namjoon praises. One of his large hands moves to wrap around your throat, groaning as his thumb affectionately brushes against the outline of his cock in your oesophagus.

Hoseok doesn’t say anything. Instead, he slowly spreads the two fingers he has buried into you, opening you out for his viewing pleasure. He groans as you’re gradually opened out for him. Thick strings of your arousal coat your inner walls, leaking out of your cunt and running down his fingers. Lifting his head up, he plunges his tongue inside of you, swirling the wet appendage around your walls and drenching it in the thick of your taste.

Uncontrollably, your thighs begin shaking around his head as the ecstasy of your impending orgasm draws near. Your eyes shut, tears leaking down your cheeks - both from the sheer pleasure Hoseok wrought on your body and Namjoon’s deep thrusts down your throat as he uses your oesophagus as his own personal cocksleeve. When Hoseok’s thumb moves to press against your clit, rolling it in tight circles, you feel the knot inside your stomach unravel. Violently, you begin shaking as your orgasm sears through your nerves.

Namjoon abruptly pulls out your throat, and you let out a small shriek as you begin cumming around Hoseok’s tongue. Your throat strains, your moans coming out raspy from Namjoon’s thrusts. Hoseok groans as your walls begin clenching rhythmically around his tongue. The honey of your orgasm trickles out of you in thick streams, running along his tongue and straight into his mouth. Tauntingly slow, he continues circling your clit as he draws out your orgasm, wanting nothing more than to drown in your cum.

“Fuck, Hoseok,” you mewl. Your limbs turn into jelly, and you find yourself falling forward, unable to keep yourself upright. Instantly, Namjoon catches you, bracing you against his taut chest. You bury your face into his abdomen, eyes screwed shut as you cry out your pleasure into Namjoon’s flesh.

“Shh. It’s okay, we’ve got you,” Namjoon says tenderly as he lightly runs his fingers through your hair. Soothingly, he massages your scalp as you come down from the elation of your orgasmic high. Once you stop trembling around his face, Hoseok pulls away from your cunt. Licking his lips, he drinks down the remnants of your cum that soaks his mouth and chin. He strains his head and places a soft kiss against your clit before gently rolling you off of him.

Bonelessly, you fall onto the bed. Your chest heaves as you stare up at the ceiling, gaze completely unfocused from the strength of your orgasm. Vaguely, you hear your lovers shuffle around the room, but you’re too far into your orgasmic haze to really care.

Moments later, when you have more of your bearings, you feel the bed dip on either side of your body. Sluggishly, you roll your head towards them, smiling lazily. They’ve stripped completely naked, leaving them in all their glory. Your eyes brazenly rove over their figures, basking in how utterly beautiful your lovers are.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?” Hoseok asks. You nod languidly, and Hoseok lets out a soft chuckle from how completely fucked out you are, your eyes glassy. His arms wrap around your waist and pull you up. Your muscles protest the movement, but you let him manoeuvre you so that your back is rested against his hot chest, your hips between his thighs as his hard cock rests against the top of your ass.

“I know I usually fuck you first - but because of… because of the wolf - we thought it’d be easier if Namjoonie has you first,” Hoseok says softly as he presses a kiss against your neck. Your heart soars at his concern, and you let out a small nod.

“It’ll be fine. I trust you both,” you reply, turning your head and pressing a chaste kiss against Hoseok’s lips. Then, turning back, you lift your arms up and beckon Namjoon towards you. He smiles gently at you. Hoseok’s hands wrap around your thighs before spreading them, letting Namjoon crawl between. Your vampire presses a kiss to your forehead. Then, he uncorks the vial in his hand - the vial you hadn’t even noticed.

“Joonie?” you ask, staring curiously at the glass bottle.

“Did you forget about the bonding ceremony, my love?” Namjoon asks, a playful smile teasing his lips. You blink at him, your mind working sluggishly slow at it navigates the fog of euphoria that clouds it. Suddenly, it clicks. Oh yes, the vial of potion. The vial that would temporarily temper down the poison of his kiss and lower the chances of any fatalities.

“Oh. I forgot about that,” you whisper. Once again, the two of them exchange a nervous glance. Tenderly, Hoseok smooths his hands over the flesh of your thighs, massaging them as Namjoon looks at you warily.

“Are you sure about this? If you don’t want to, we can-” Namjoon begins.

“No. I want this. Please. I want to be yours and Hoseok’s forever,” you cut him off, your eyes staring earnestly into his. Namjoon nibbles his lower lip before nodding. Then, he uncorks the vial, the potion glimmering in a metallic pool of silver before he gulps it down. Namjoon’s nose scrunches up at the taste before he sputters.

“Damn, that’s awful,” he says as he swallows thickly before he turns his attention back to you. He takes in the sight of you, body sprawled across Hoseok’s chest and thighs spread wide for him.

“Fuck. Okay,” Namjoon says lowly. Taking his cock in his hand, he pumps it twice, spreading his precum over it before pressing the head against your entrance. You let out a low moan of appreciation as he runs his cockhead through your folds, wetting it in your arousal before he slowly begins pushing it inside you.

“Oh fuck,” you groan as your eyes screw shut. The girth of Namjoon’s cock slowly spreads you open, inch by inch, as he fills your walls.

“Fucking- how are you always so tight?” Namjoon hisses as he bottoms out. Your hands shoot out to rest against his hips, your fingers digging into his bones. When the walls of your cervix kiss the tip of his cock, Namjoon stills, waiting for you to slowly adjust. You take a couple of deep breaths, more than delirious over the way his cock feels inside you. The slight burn of the stretch soon fades away, and you experimentally clench your walls around him. The sensation of your silken walls clamping down around his shaft has him whining softly.

“Joon, hnn- Joonie, you can move,” you croak. Namjoon steadily eases himself out of you before thrusting back in one fluid motion. You cry out when he once again bottoms out, your head lolling onto Hoseok’s shoulder.

“Fuck her good Joonie. You’ll need to fuck that pretty pussy open so it’s easier for her to take my knot,” Hoseok breathes out. His words ring through your ears, and you involuntarily clench around Namjoon again. God, you’d almost forgotten about that. Hoseok had never knotted you before - he’d never let his wolf take control in the bedroom - but tonight, in order to complete your turning, he’d have to.

“Shit, she likes that. She just got so tight,” Namjoon gasps as he thrusts harder.

“Hmm. Is Joonie right, sweetheart? Do you want me to knot you? Does the Princess want to take my knot like a good little bitch?” Hoseok asks. Your eyes snap open at his words. His voice is considerably deeper and just slightly more gravelly. He sounds like your Hoseok, but different. More animalistic.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Namjoon groans. The speed of his thrusts increases as his hips ram into yours. With each and every one of his movements, you’re jerked back into Hoseok’s chest. The wolf holds down your thighs, keeping you locked in place as Namjoon begins a brutal pace. Each surge of his cock hits slightly deeper - and with Hoseok holding you down, you have no choice but to take it.

“S-So good,” you whimper out. With each plunge, you can slowly feel yourself approaching the brink of your orgasm. Your thighs begin shaking around him, your hands digging harder into his hips. You clutch his narrow waist hard, holding onto it as if it's your last lifeline.

“Are you going to cum, Princess? I can feel your cunt tightening,” Namjoon asks, and you frantically nod. Flashes of heat run along your skin, your flesh prickling with your nearing peak.

Suddenly, Namjoon grips your hips and yanks them further into his cock. The abrupt movement causes your body to jerk down Hoseok’s chest before Namjoon bends over you, laying both you and Hoseok onto the bed. His chest pressed against yours, your back flush against Hoseok’s abdomen as your head rests on his chest. You cry out when Namjoon wraps your thighs around his hips, digging his knees into the bed and using them as leverage to fuck into your cunt harder and deeper. Imperceptibly, your thighs begin quivering, though Hoseok’s eyes catch the movement.

“She’s cumming Joonie,” Hoseok warns. Namjoon lets out a little grunt and tilts his hips. You let out a low shriek, the change of angle causing his cockhead to brush against the spongy tissue of your g-spot with every thrust.

“Make her cum. I’m not- fuck- gonna last long. She’s- hnng- so fucking tight,” Namjoon croaks, his voice coming out choked. One hand moving from your thigh, Hoseok pushes his fingers against your clit.

Instantly, your back arches, twisting almost painfully as you feel your orgasm ricochet through your body. Your walls rhythmically begin pulsing around the vampire’s cock, tightening around his shaft in almost a vice-like grip. The feel of your cunt milking around him pushes Namjoon over the edge. Thrusting inside of you one final time, Namjoon buries his cock as deep as it can go before cumming and spilling inside of you. Rope after rope of his semen shoots into you, coating your walls white in his thick essence.

Namjoon lets out a little roar, his incisors growing and sharpening until they’re like small daggers. Then, bending over, he latches onto your breast and immediately bites down. The sharpened teeth pierce your breast, the skin tearing as he fills you with a dulled version of his poison while blood rushes into his mouth. You let out a sharp cry as pain flares around your nipple before a cool heat floods through your veins. As soon as he’s done injecting you with his vampiric toxin, Namjoon unlatches his teeth. He begins running his tongue around the wound, inadvertently swirling the appendage around your nipple. The stinging pain of his bite soon begins to fade away as his saliva heals your wound, dulling the ache.

“One down, two more to go,” Namjoon mutters as he unlatches his mouth from your breast. He stares at dark mauve bruises already forming around the puncture marks, almost enraptured by them.

The bonding ritual seemed complicated. There was too much to do - too much that could go wrong, and at first, both he and Hoseok had been hesitant to go through with it - Yoongi’s assurance or not. They didn’t want to hurt you - or lose you because of their own actions. Some of it seemed easy enough - you had to be filled with their cum - or their ‘life essence’ as the instructions had called it - before they could even think about marking you. Then, they had to mark and bite you - at the exact same time, so that they could tie you to them, and that’s where it turned complicated. Due to the potion diluting the strength of his venom, he has to bite you three times, making sure the third time coincides with Hoseok’s bite. If they were off by even the slightest, it would result in your death.

Though, now, as he stares at the purple bruises blooming against your breast, he can’t help but hum in appreciation. Possession flares in his chest, knowing that you’d soon be marked as his and Hoseok’s forever. Soon, you’d be theirs forever: marked and bonded to them for the rest of your lives. Softly, he brushes his plush lips against your sternum in a sweet kiss, your chest heaving under him as you gasp for breath. Easing out of you gently, Namjoon pulls his cock out. The moment his cock leaves you, you let out a soft whine, his cum beginning to drip out.

Before you can catch your breath, you’re suddenly flipped over. Both you and Namjoon let out a gasp of surprise as Hoseok forces you onto your hands and knees, his strength even pushing Namjoon over. Hoseok bends your back, causing it to arch as he pulls your ass into the air. Your head falls between Namjoon’s thighs, his cum covered cock resting against your cheek as Hoseok palms your ass. A low growl emanates from Hoseok’s chest behind you, and instantly your knees go weak. It’s not like his usual growls, no, it’s far too carnal. Too animalistic.

“Look at my bitch’s pretty little ass,” Hoseok grunts, his large palms splaying over the fleshy cheeks. You let out a little whimper at the deep inclination of his voice, your cunt pulsing at the dominance dripping from his words. The wolf spreads the cheeks of your ass, letting out a soft purr of appreciation as he watches Namjoon’s cum drip along your folds.

“Your cunt looks so good filled with the vampire’s seed,” comes the appreciative rumble of Hoseok’s voice. You feel him run his fingers through the folds of your cunt, gathering the spilt cum onto his fingers before pushing them into you. You whimper slightly, your walls slightly raw and still sensitive from Namjoon’s hard thrusts. Hoseok pumps his fingers inside you, watching the way they displace Namjoon’s cum from your pussy. Pulling his fingers out, he smirks at the way Namjoon’s cum coats his fingers before placing them back against your cunt. Once again, he gathers Namjoon’s cum before plunging his fingers back into you, pushing Namjoon’s cum deep into your cunt.

“Such a messy little slut- you’re dripping like a good little bitch in heat. Hmm, I don’t know why he never let me play with you before,” the wolf muses, no doubt referring to Hoseok’s human personality. You feel him spread his fingers inside you, attempting to splay your walls, “tight too - but don’t worry, I’m sure you can take my knot,” Hoseok purrs. Then he pulls his fingers out, only for them to be replaced with the head of his cock.

Your eyes widen, hands shooting out to grip Namjoon’s thighs as Hoseok begins pushing into your entrance. He’s big - much bigger than he’s ever been. Your eyes screw shut at the sheer girth - somehow, he’s thicker than Namjoon. Despite your vampire lover fucking you not even minutes ago and the mix of both your cum, the bulbous head of Hoseok’s cock still struggles to push into the tightness of your cunt.

“Fuck. Be a good little bitch and relax,” Hoseok gnarls, but despite his harsh words, he soothingly rubs your back. Feeling the warmth of Hoseok’s touch, as well as the usual gentleness of your wolf lover, you find yourself relaxing enough for him to gently ease his head in. You let out a deep, low groan as he slowly fills you beyond anything you’ve ever felt before, your walls stretching around his cock. You’re unbelievably full.

Hoseok lets out a low growl, his chest rumbling behind you, “that’s a good bitch. You’re taking my cock so good. Gonna knot you, fill you with my cum, and breed you like my good bitch,” Hoseok snarls as he continues forcing his length inside you. Nails digging into Namjoon’s flesh, you let out a soft whimper, your head resting on the vampire’s thick thighs.

Inch by inch, Hoseok spreads your walls open. The girth is the same almost all the way down, and long, excruciating moments later, he finally bottoms out. Hoseok stills behind you, one hand tenderly rubbing the small of your back. He’s buried so deep in you, it’s almost like you can feel him at the back of your throat. Once you adjust to his girth, you let out a laboured breath and push your ass against him.

“Please,” you whimper, voice low and practically inaudible. Hoseok, however, hears you. You feel his hands move from your back to grip at your hips, sharp talons scraping against your skin.

“Ready for me?” Hoseok asks, and your chest flutters at the slightly higher-pitched tone. It’s Hoseok, your Hoseok - the human counterpart to the wolf.

“Mhm. Want you. All of you,” you reply. This time, when he growls, it’s back to the lower, more carnal sound, and you know the wolf is back.

“Then you’ll get all of me,” he snarls. You feel his grip on your hips tighten before he pulls out of you in one motion until only the tip of his cock in buried into you. Suddenly, he thrusts in deeply, burying his cock into your depths in one slick motion. You scream out his name, your body jerking forward from the abrupt thrust. Namjoon hisses when your nails curl into his legs once again before looking at you in worry.

“Are you okay?” Namjoon asks. Concern laces his voice as his gaze momentarily flicks towards Hoseok. The russet haired male’s eyes are completely gold, not a hint of brown present in them. His irises glow unnaturally in the low lighting of the room, and Namjoon curses as he realises Hoseok’s too far deep into his own baser, carnal need.

“F-Fine,” you stutter, barely able to get the words out as Hoseok begins impaling you with his cock. He’s so big, it feels like you’re being split open, and yet, with every thrust, his head brushes against your g-spot, causing your toes to curl in pleasure.

Hoseok moves his hands to your ass cheeks, spreading them open and groaning at the sight. The tight ring of your walls grips his shaft in a vice-like grip, the muscles stretching and pulling with each violent thrust of his cock. He finds himself mesmerised by the sight, gaze enthralled by the way his thick girth fucks your cunt open. His cock is slick, streaks of Namjoon’s cum running down the length as it glistens with the thin filmy wetness of your own cum.

The mixture of both your cum and Namjoon’s acts as a makeshift lubricant, allowing Hoseok to slide into you easier. You groan with each and every one of his thrusts, little whimpers and sighs of both pain and pleasure escaping your mouth. Hoseok’s hands grip your hips, yanking them back onto his cock over and over again as he brutally impales you on his cock. His ministrations only drive you wilder, the pain of his sheer girth stretching you out mixing with the pleasure he forces on your body.

“Fuck-” Hoseok snarls, his pace becoming stuttered. You let out a sharp gasp, practically choking on air as you feel his cock throb inside you. The rhythmic pulsing mirrors the clenching of your own walls, “gonna breed you. Gonna knot your tight little pussy and fuck it full of my cum- gonna make sure I fill your belly full of my pups” Hoseok hisses.

He yanks your hips towards him, his hips slamming against your ass as the sound of skin slapping fills the air. Holding you still, Hoseok leans over your back, plunging his cock into your depths even harder. Your eyes widen just a fraction, and you let out a little cry as you feel the base of his cock begin to swell. A whimper of pain escapes you, your eyes tearing up as you feel the walls of your cunt begin to stretch to their limit.

“Ah- Hoseok,” you gasp out, your hand twisting behind to get him to slow down. Hoseok barely acknowledges you, however, and instead, he continues jackhammering into you. The brute force of his thrusts causes his knot to brush against your walls, the thick knotted flesh threatening to penetrate you with each plunge of his hips. When a fraction of it slips into you, you cry out: this time in pain.

“Fuck! Hoseok, slow down,” Namjoon hisses, his brows scrunching in worry. Hoseok simply snarls at him. Namjoon curses as he realises just how lost into his animalistic urges the wolf is.

“Gotta breed her to complete the bonding,” Hoseok manages to growl out. Conflicted by Hoseok’s words, Namjoon freezes. On one hand, he knows that in order to bond and mate with you, you need to take Hoseok’s knot; however, on the other hand, he can’t stand to see you in pain. Contemplating whether he should stop Hoseok, Namjoon runs his tongue across the front of his teeth. Instantly, his eyes widen as an idea pops into his head.

Namjoon pushes Hoseok backwards, his supernatural strength forcing the wolf onto his ass. As he falls back, Hoseok keeps his grip firmly onto your hips, and you’re dragged back with him. The movement causes you to jerk onto his lap, Hoseok’s knot slipping further into you and causing you to cry out at the sudden intrusion, your walls being stretched open. Namjoon winces and places an apologetic kiss on your forehead. Hoseok ignores you both, instead, using your hips as leverage to slam you harder onto his cock. Your entire body bounces on top of his as he fucks into you, his hips thrusting upwards.

“Ahah- please,” you whimper, your breathing becoming laboured as your eyes screw shut from pain.

“Spread your thighs, love,” Namjoon softly orders. You whimper but do as asked, your legs falling open. The movement only causes Hoseok to growl as your cunt loosens up slightly.

The wolf grips your hips tighter, grinding you onto his cock and causing you to hiss when he sinks in deeper. Crawling between them, Namjoon winces at how swollen you are, your walls stretched immensely as Hoseok continues pushing the flared base of his cock into you. Gathering saliva into his mouth, Namjoon lets it pool onto his tongue before dribbling it onto your cunt. You hiss as the cool spit drips down your heated cunt and around Hoseok’s knot. Namjoon leans forward, lightly kissing and suckling your clit.

As Namjoon’s spit begins running over your entrance, you slowly feel the pain begin to ebb away. Your muscles relax slightly, twitching from the sudden loss of tension. Your eyelids flutter open as you let out a low moan - of pleasure this time - when Namjoon laves your clit. Swallowing thickly, you stare at the top of Namjoon’s head as he eats you out, the healing properties of his spit slowly working their magic and alleviating the ache of Hoseok’s knot.

“Better?” Namjoon asks, his words vibrating across the sensitive bundle of nerves. You throw your head back in pleasure before nodding. Namjoon smirks, keeping his eyes glued onto you as he continues lapping and suckling at your clit. You whine at the feeling of Hoseok’s knot slowly entering you. Now, with the aid of Namjoon’s spit, you can focus more on the pleasure, your skin flushing with heat as your toes curl.

Namjoon’s thick lips wrap around your clit before he draws the bud between his teeth. Gently rolling it, he lightly nibbles on it - teasing your clit until you find yourself tearing up from pleasure. You’re impossibly full, Hoseok still using your hips to pull you onto his cock over and over again - using your cunt as his own personal cocksleeve. With every slam of your hips onto his cock, his knot invades your cunt further. It continues swelling, enlarging under you as your eyes roll from how utterly filled you are. Your hips writhe on top of Hoseok’s, following his rhythm and causing him to let out a low growl of appreciation.

Suddenly, Namjoon unwraps his mouth from your clit, and instead, licks the seam of your stretched out cunt as it clings to Hoseok’s cock. He stares at the beads of his cum, your cum, and Hoseok’s precum that gathers around your entrance. It leaks out in little rivulets, down Hoseok’s shaft and along his knot. Unable to resist, Namjoon finds himself tentatively lapping it, before swallowing. He groans at the taste - the three of you heavy on his tongue.

Growing bolder, Namjoon furiously begins licking along your pussy and Hoseok’s knot, gathering as much of the mixture of cum as he can before swallowing it down thickly. You shiver, your thighs beginning to quake as his tongue darts across your pussy. Pulling away from your cunt, Namjoon replaces his mouth with his fingers. Expert fingers begin rolling your clit, pushing and prodding the little bud and drawing out small mews of pleasure from your lips. Namjoon’s lips ghost across the inside of your thighs, gently nipping the skin as he readies it for his second mark. You can feel your end nearing, your abdomen tightening with heat as your skin prickles with ecstasy.

Namjoon bites down on your thigh abruptly, forcing a grunt of pain from your lips when his incisors once again break your skin. You feel him inject his venom into you, and this time, it’s more potent. It mingles with the toxin already in you, cold heat searing every single one of your veins as your blood is pumped around your body. Namjoon quickly unlatches his mouth from you, running his tongue over the puncture wounds as he alleviates the pain. Plush lips brush against the bruising mark, ghosting soft kisses along the flesh in praise.

“You’re doing so good, love. Just a bit more,” Namjoon says. His gaze is fixed onto your cunt, watching the lewd way in which Hoseok’s knot stretches your cunt as he continues mindlessly playing with your clit. His thumb moves to your entrance, softly brushing the pad against where you and Hoseok are connected. You cry out, your walls clenching tightly around Hoseok.

“Hoseok, she’s not gonna last much longer,” Namjoon warns as he feels your blood rush around your body, your heart beating to the speed of hummingbird wings.

Namjoon kisses his way up your body, stopping briefly to lick and nip one of your nipples, all while continuously working your clit under his fingers. His head falls to the juncture of your neck, his mouth watering as he feels the pulse of your jugular. Lazily, he kisses the skin, gently suckling the tender flesh as he prepares it for his final mark. Hoseok moves his lips to the opposite side, his lips pushed against the crook as he lightly nibbles the skin causing you to gasp as his sharp canines scrape against the skin.

With one final thrust, Hoseok slams you onto his cock, pushing the final remaining inch of his knot inside you. The sudden stretch, paired with Namjoon’s fingers endlessly teasing your clit causes you to hurtle off the edge. You sob out both their names, your head thrown back and back arched into the air as you scream towards the heavens. Hoseok lets out a deep guttural howl before jets of his cum shoot out and into your cunt. You softly cry as the heat of his cum fills you from the inside. You find yourself drowning in its warmth. Your walls clench around his shaft, milking it for all it’s worth as his knot keeps both his and the remnants of Namjoon’s cum plugged up inside you.

Then, with one glance towards each other, Hoseok and Namjoon bite down onto your neck. You feel their sharpened teeth tear into your skin before power surges through your body. Eyes widening from the sheer energy that ricochets within your nerve fibres, you let out a curdling, ear-piercing scream. Their essence sears every single blood vessel as the pure ecstasy of your orgasm courses along your nerves. The two men wince as your howl thunders through their eardrums, your entire being intensely shaking as their power overwhelms you.

Namjoon keeps his eyes trained onto you, watching the way your eyes flash between white and their usual colour. When they finally stop flickering and return to normal, he lets out a sigh of relief. Both he and Hoseok unhook their fangs from your skin, Namjoon quickly running his tongue over the puncture wounds to allay the blood that begins forming around them. Humming against your skin, he licks up the sweet, metallic tasting droplets. Somehow, despite how completely exhausted you are, you feel every single one of your cells thrum with energy as they pulse with life.

Once the overpowering ecstasy ebbs away, leaving you drunk on the euphoria of your orgasmic high, you fall limply onto Hoseok. The wolf catches you easily, wrapping his arm around your waist as he presses his palm across your soft belly. Breath laboured, you gasp for air as your muscles erratically twitch and spasm between them. Hoseok whines as he comes back to his senses, nuzzling your neck as he presses apologetic kisses into your skin.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Hoseok whimpers, repeating his words over and over again as he punctuates them with soft kisses. Vaguely, through your blissed-out state, you manage to process his words. You shake your head, letting it lazily loll onto Hoseok’s shoulder.

Sluggishly, your hand moves to sit on top of his large palm before you lace your fingers between his. Under both your palms, your belly feels warm, filled with Hoseok’s cock and a mixture of both your lovers’ warmth. The wolf gently caresses your abdomen and you bask in his tender touch. Briefly, you wonder if you’d be giving either of them children anytime soon. It sure felt like you would, just from how full of cum you are. With each caress of your abdomen, Hoseok whispers his apologies over and over again, his voice filled with remorse. You hum contentedly.

“You don’t need to apologise,” you finally rasp out, your throat straining.

“I shouldn’t have lost control like that. I hurt you,” Hoseok says and you hum once again.

“Only slightly - nothing I couldn’t handle. Besides, Joonie made it better. I can’t even remember the pain anymore,” your soft voice echoes through your bedchambers. Hoseok presses another kiss against the column of your throat before sending a grateful smile to the vampire, causing him to grin in return.

“I love you,” you soft whisper, words filled with nothing but adoration as you bring his hands to your lips. Then, flicking your gaze to your vampire, your lips curl into a lazy, content smile.

“And I love you too,” you affirm, one arm sluggishly reaching out for him. Namjoon’s grin deepens, his teeth on display and dimples indenting. Bending over you, he brushes his lips against the corner of your mouth.

“I love you too... so much,” Namjoon whispers. He’s so close to you that with every movement of his lips, you feel them ghost over yours.

“Mmm. Don’t forget about me- I love you too. We both do,” Hoseok says. Namjoon rolls his eyes before pushing both you and Hoseok down and onto the bed. You whimper when Hoseok’s cock refuses to dislodge from within you, Hoseok letting out a heavy exhale.

“Sorry, we’re gonna be like this a while,” Hoseok informs and you let out a deep sigh as Hoseok moves you into a more comfortable position on the bed.

Hoseok spoons you from behind, his arm tightly wrapped around your waist and his chest flush against your back. Your hips squirm over him, Hoseok hissing as you shuffle to find a cosier spot. Once finding it, you grin and sleepily beckon for Namjoon. The vampire moves to lie next to you, his head slightly lowered so he can press languid kisses against the tops of your breasts. Instinctively, your hands curl into Namjoon’s hair, mindlessly playing with the locks as both of them lavish your skin with tender kisses.

“I assume it worked? The bonding I mean,” you ask. Both your boys laugh at you, Hoseok’s warm breath fanning against the skin of your neck.

“If it didn’t, you’d be dead sweetheart,” Hoseok chuckles. You pout but don’t have the energy to move, your muscles smarting from the remnants of your orgasms.

“I definitely feel dead,” you mutter petulantly under your breath. Though, they still manage to hear your words; supernatural hearing and all, causing them to laugh once again.

You ignore them this time, instead, basking in Hoseok’s soothing warmth and Namjoon’s death-like chill. A smile teases your lips as you think about the years you have ahead. You can’t think of a better way to spend the rest of your life than with your two mates.

a/n: hENLO!! I hope you enjoyed hnnnn this as much as I did writing it 🥴 please don’t forget to leave some feedback and tell me what you think 🥺

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suncity | jhs

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 when you’d taken a spontaneous trip to Barcelona, you hadn’t expected to meet hoseok. more than that, you hadn’t expected to begin a torrid affair with him. 〞stranges to lovers au. vacation au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: hoseok x reader

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: angst ⋆ fluff ⋆ smut

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 17k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: grinding in public (just dancing), kissing, nipple play, fingering, dom!Hoseok, sub!Reader, dirty talk, praise, degradation, cum eating, cum swapping? penetration, creampie, public sex, blowjob, cum swallowing, sacrilege, exhibitionism, the slightest daddy kink (literally used twice,,, for sacrilegious purposes), rough sex, cunningulus, sweet lowkey sad sex, sex on a boat // there are three different smut scenes

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: hello!! here is the third instalment of the mixtape series! I had quite a bit of fun with this au and I just,,,, fell in love with jung hoseok all over again and I hope you do too! thank you to my beta reader @slashgashbridesmaid for being wonderful and editing this for me!

⇥ part of the mixtape series

Stepping out of the air-conditioned airport, you take in a deep breath, the humidity mixed with the heat already seeping into your pores, sweat forming around your temples. The sun blazes overhead, the sky completely cloudless and streets bustling with both traffic and people. You have no idea if it is the bright weather, the stunning vintage architecture, or just a placebo effect, but everything about Barcelona feels completely different from Seoul. Which, of course, it is, but it’s almost as if the air itself is different. It feels electric; livelier.

You take another deep breath, relishing in the complete change of pace. Barcelona. You’re really in Barcelona. You hadn’t really planned this. In fact, this was probably the most impulsive decision you had made in a very long time, but recently, you’d just had enough of the same routine, fast-paced life in Seoul and you had desperately needed a change of pace lest you finally lose your mind. Thus, you had hopped in the first cab you could hail, ridden straight to Incheon Airport, and grabbed the first flight with a seat open to the sunniest available destination, which just happened to be Barcelona.

Grabbing the handle of your small roller suitcase, you begin walking down the streets, more lost than you had been in, well, years. You’d gotten so used to expertly navigating the streets of Seoul that the sudden displacement and unfamiliarity of Barcelona sent a rush of exhilaration down your spine. Aimlessly wandering down the streets, you can’t help but be in awe of the sights. Everything is vibrant, pulsating with life and music, from the bright vivid colours of various flags, shops and people to the low thrumming of different songs blending together in an intoxicating amalgamation of rhythms.

You find yourself inexplicably drawn down a random street, a rhythmic Spanish beat getting louder and louder. Almost as if it called out to you, you find yourself being drawn to it, like a sailor to a siren’s song. Stopping short, you spot a large group of people gathered around a huge circle painted on the floor. There’s a band playing their instruments and a man singing in Spanish as people bustle around, some even dancing. Stall vendors occupy the outskirts, smiling and singing along to the music as tourists and locals sit around.

“Miss? Free Sangria?” a woman asks, popping out of nowhere. Her voice is thick with her accent and her eyes kind. Your eyes widen slightly before you graciously accept the small cup of red wine and chopped fruit. Somewhere in the back of your mind, your consciousness screams at you to not accept random drinks from strangers, but you’re already losing yourself in the free spirit of Barcelona.

“Sorry, do you know where I am?” you ask, trying your best to communicate. The woman looks at you apologetically, replying in Spanish before wandering off back to her stall. You let out a sigh, looking around and wondering if you could find someone that could guide you to a nearby hotel or something. Perhaps wandering down the streets of an unfamiliar location was a bad idea. Exhaling heavily, you take a sip of your drink, eyes widening at the pleasant taste. You’d always hated red wine, finding the acidic taste too sour and tart. However, mixed with the chopped fruit, orange juice, and lemonade, the taste more than appealing.

Continuously sipping your drink, you walk further into the crowd, the sensual beat of the music only getting louder. Breaking further into the throng of people, you stop. You’re close enough to the band that the sultry cadence of the instruments vibrates through your bones. You’re pleasantly surprised by the man dancing in front of the band, muscles moving to the beat. It’s as if he were music himself; as if the bassline of Spanish melody coursed through his veins. Each sensuous movement of his limbs was completely in tune with the undercurrent of the music. The most surprising thing, however, was that unlike the rest of the people dancing he wasn’t Spanish, yet, he moved with just as much intensity. You couldn’t help but notice that he was also definitely better than the natives.

Your eyes stay focused on him, unable to look away. The way he moves is intoxicating, and you simply can’t find it in yourself to pull your gaze away. More than that, you just don’t want to. Watching him dance is almost like watching the waves of the sea: each movement flows like water. His moves glide into the next with relative ease, completely in tune to the undercurrent of the melody. His hips swivel sensually, rocking to the rhythm as his thighs ripple in light-wash ripped jeans. The song slowly fades to the end, the guitarist playing the final few chords.

Sounds of cheering fill the air. The dancing man turns around and bows deeply. Then, he catches your eye, and you can’t help but gasp. He’s beautiful, with caramel skin that glows and brown eyes that lighten to a dark shade of honey due to the sunlight. He’s got the largest heart-shaped smile, and you may be in the sunniest city of Barcelona, but you can’t help thinking that his smile could rival the sun. He’s slightly out of breath, and sweat drips down the outline of his face, seeping into his slightly sweat-soaked hair.

He gazes at you with idle curiosity. You have no idea how long you stare at each other but the strumming of guitar strings has him breaking away. He slides towards you, a swivel in his hips, and before you know it, he’s grabbing you by the hand, empty Sangria glass dropping before he drags you into the throng of dancing bodies.

You don’t know why you allow him to pull you along. Perhaps it’s the alluring Spanish rhythm or maybe the glass of Sangria you’ve consumed on an empty stomach, or maybe, just maybe, it’s the way his eyes inexplicably glint in the sunlight, but either way, you allow him to pull you onto the makeshift dance floor. The movement of his hands lifting towards you catches your eyes, and with a surprised gasp, you feel his hands rest on your hips. He pulls you close enough to him that he’s able to slide his leg between your thighs.

You stare up at him through the thick of your eyelashes; his breath fans your face and you can almost taste him. He tastes like Sangria and sugar. When the beat picks up, you feel his hands on your hips tighten and then he’s swirling you both in one deep circle. Your breath hitches, eyes flicking to the thigh between yours, caramel skin peeking through his jeans. Again, he rolls both your hips, deeper this time: your ass brushing closer to his crotch.

You feel something deep within you telling you to give in and let him guide your hips. It’s hard to resist, and so you find yourself throwing caution to the wind. His lips quirk up into a smirk, his eyes darkening marginally. You feel your heart speed up, hammering in your chest as adrenaline courses through your veins. When the song deepens into a more sensuous rhythm, he spins you around before pulling you back. His hips are pressed into your ass, knees against the back of yours. You let out a breathy exhale, his hips rolling once again.

One of the hands currently placed on your hips moves, sliding across your stomach until it wraps around your waist. He pulls you closer, hand guiding your hips against him. You aid his movements, rolling your hips and grinding against him of your own volition. When his nose runs along the column of your neck, you let out a moan despite yourself, heat already beginning to pool in your stomach. It shouldn’t be turning you on. You’re in a foreign country, grinding on a man whose name you don’t even know. It definitelyshould not be turning you on, yet, the way he rolls his body against yours, his groin twisting into yours, leaves you even more breathless than your movements.

A particularly deep pivot of his hips, paired with you grinding lower, your crotch brushing against his thigh, has you throwing your head back into his shoulder. He lifts his head up, lips brushing against the outer shell of your ear. Hazily, you recognise that he’s singing. Your ears strain, core dripping when you hear the dulcet sound of his voice echo in your ear. His voice is soft, and he sings with such a smooth accent that you’d think he was a native. Spanish was already such a sensual, romantic language, yet, with the way he’s singing, you can’t help but think it sounds even more erotic, his voice dripping with sex.

You can’t think straight, the heady scent of his sweat-soaked skin and the low rumbling of his singing against your ear leaving you spellbound. You can’t bring yourself to pull away from him, even when the hand on your hip moves slightly under your top, even when his lips brush against your collarbone. However, you don’t want to pull away, so instead, you roll your head to the side, giving him more access.

Lust clouds your every movement. Your arms twist backwards, wrapping around his neck as your movements become more exaggerated. He chuckles in your ear, and you find yourself gasping at the sound. It’s light and practically twinkles in your eardrum, completely different from the sultry atmosphere, but it only draws you deeper into him, your body rolling both with and against his. Vageuly, you hear the song slowly begin to fade as it comes to an end. Your hips move slower, now more sensuous than needy, until the beat finally hums to a stop.

His arm tightens around you, fingers flexing and digging into your hip, just under your top. You both pant, heat flushing and prickling against your skin. Slowly, your eyes flutter open; you don’t even remember at which point they shut. You can feel his breath, hot and heavy against your ear. The haze in your mind slowly clears, and the cheering of the people around you fills your ears once again. Immediately, the man is twirling you until you’re facing him. His eyes are dark, lust swimming in his coffee irises. Then tension between you both is so palpable, it practically suffocates you. Your eyes flick to his lips; they’re pink and luscious, a small mole on the left of his top lip drawing your attention.

“Do you wanna get out of here?” he asked, his voice strained with lust.

You should say no. You don’t even know his name. He’s a complete stranger in a foreign country.

“Yes.”

Your decision is completely impulsive, the word tumbling out of your mouth before you can even think about it. Then, he grabs your hand, snatching your suitcase before pulling you along the streets of Barcelona.

He pushes you against the hotel room door, lips feverish against yours. Your suitcase lies forgotten, his hands digging into your hair and pulling you into him. You moan when his tongue brushes against the seam of your lips. Without hesitation, you part your lips, letting his tongue slide into your mouth. Your own hands desperately wander over his chest before they fist in his collar. He pulls away, and you can hear the rustle of fabric as you urgently press your mouth towards the column of his neck.

Your teeth scrape against his neck, causing him to hiss. You hear the swipe of his keycard as he attempts to open his hotel door, hands shaky with lust. Moments later, he finally succeeds. The door pushes behind you, and the only reason you don’t tumble back is due to his strong arms wrapping around you as he draws you in for another kiss. You groan against him, letting him push you inside as he kicks your suitcase into his room before shutting the door.

Long, slender fingers fervently divest you of your top before expertly unclasping your bra. You gasp out as the cool air of his air-conditioned hotel room hits your skin, nipples hardening to stiff peaks. He immediately bends down, taking a nipple in his mouth before a gentle bite causes you to cry out in pleasure. You feel him smirk against your breast, tongue swirling around as he lightly sucks. Your hands begin vigorously unbuttoning his shirt before impatiently sliding it off of his shoulders. He twists his arms, slipping his shirt off of them and leaving both of your top halves naked.

He stands back up, his lips barely brushing against yours before he pulls your bottom lip between his teeth. He pushes you backwards, and you fall onto the bed with a slight bounce as he crawls on top of you. You lean up, hands twisting into his thick, dark locks as you pull him closer to you, kissing him passionately once again. His hand slides down your body, your back arching when he brushes against a nipple before he’s thrusting his hand down your jeans, completely bypassing your panties.

Long, expert fingers brush against your clit, and you break your kiss, crying out against his lips. Your pussy is unbelievably hot, stifled in the material of your panties and jeans. He brushes his fingers against your clit again, lips trailing down your jaw. Deft fingers part your lips before he plunges a single digit into you, simultaneously biting the supple skin of your throat particularly harshly. Instantly, his actions have you crying out, your cunt walls gripping around his finger at the mixture of both pain and pleasure.

“Please-” you gasp out. You want to cry out his name, but you have no idea what it is.

“Please what, sweetheart?” he asks, chuckling against the skin of your neck. Despite his words, however, he sinks a second finger into you. You hiss, biting your lip. He doesn’t have enough room to move around due to your jeans, so instead, he pulls his fingers out. You whine, hips chasing his hand as you buck into the air. He grins at you before suckling his fingers, licking your arousal clean off of them.

“More,” you whine, wanting his fingers back against you. He kisses down your body until he comes to the waistband of your jeans. His fingers make quick work of your button and zipper before he pulls both your jeans and panties down your legs. You help him kick them off, and then he’s parting your legs. He groans, eyes feasting on your pussy. The heady scent of your sex is heavy in the air, and you blush, attempting to close your legs.

“Don’t” is all he says as he parts your thighs once more. He leans into the space between your thighs, pressing a soft kiss against your clit. You cry out, your hip thrusting into his face as your cunt flutters, releasing another gush of wetness. He pushes his soft lips against your clit, tongue flicking out and licking the little hardened nub as he sinks his finger back into you. You cry out once again, hands automatically moving to play with your breasts.

Messily, he eats out your cunt, tongue lashing against your clit as he plunges his finger in and out of your clenching walls. He draws out feverish, breathless moans from you as he pushes a second finger into you, scissoring your walls. There’s a slight pain to the stretch, but you’re too lost in the sensation of his lips around your clit. He gently bites your clit, sucking harshly as his fingers piston into you, and, all of a sudden, you’re crying out.

“Are you cumming?” he asks, and you can’t find it in yourself to string together a cohesive thought, so instead, you just moan louder. “Cum then.” He chuckles. The vibration of his words has your orgasm ricocheting through you, thighs shivering on either side of his head.

“Good. That’s my good little slut. Cum for me. Cum on fingers,” he goads, drawing out your orgasm. Your walls clench tightly, forcing his fingers out of you. He lets out a little groan, instead his lips moving down to your cunt as he laps at your cum. When the trembling of your thighs calms down to erratic spasms, he finally leaves your cunt. Crawling back over you, he leans on top of you before he draws your lips into his for a kiss. You moan against him, licking his lips. He slides his tongue into your mouth, your tongues curling against each other as you taste yourself. You’re thick on his tongue, your cum carrying across his mouth and into yours.

When he pulls away, a narrow string of your saliva and arousal clings between your lips until it breaks away, dripping down your chin. Your tongue flicks out, swiping at it before you swallow. He groans on top of you, pushing his damp locks out of his eyes and behind his head. Your core immediately tightens. He’d looked beautiful with his bangs down, but with them out of the way and his forehead exposed? He was a completely different human being. He was practically god-like.

“Want you,” you mewl out, still not knowing his name. His jaw twitches and you watch as nimble fingers unbutton the trousers of his jeans. He pushes both his trousers and boxers down his thighs, not bothering to take them off. His cock releases with a slight bounce before standing to attention. Your mouth immediately goes dry and you watch as he fists his length. He’s deliciously long and so incredibly veiny: the perfect cock to ride. Precum drips out of the slit on his cockhead, and he’s immediately scooting closer to you, hips pressed between your thighs till you feel the heat of his dick brush against your hot cunt.

You cry out at the sensation, feeling him rub his cock through your folds. Finding your cunt, he presses his cock in slowly, inch by inch, sinking into you and opening you out. You let out a heavy groan, feeling him slowly opening your walls until he finally bottoms out with a hiss. You feel the rough denim of his jeans scrape against your sensitive inner thighs as he draws out of you before thrusting back in.

He falls over you, his arms caging you as they strain on either side of your head. You can spot the slight twitches of his biceps as he sensually rolls his hips into yours. It’s completely unfair. You were used to stilted movements and plain thrusts, but the way his hips grind into you has you feeling a different level of ecstasy. Each of his movements is calculated and flows into the next. The way his hips undulate has his cock gliding into you at different angles, hitting your depths differently with each thrust and slowly driving you wild.

“More- faster,” you groan out, your hands shooting out and gripping into his shoulder. He hisses on top of you, lowering his body until his chest is pressed against yours, the speed of his thrusts increasing. The change in position lets him hit deeper, and you groan every time he bottoms out; his hips continue swivelling sensually, the tip of his cock brushing against the sensitive spot inside you over and over again.

Your hands slide down his back, nails scraping against his skin and leaving angry, red welts in their wake. The pain has him grunting, his hips rocking harder into you. You feel your orgasm slowly begin to build up, the brushing of his cockhead against your g-spot causing your eyes to roll into the back of your skull. He shifts on top of you, one of his hands moving to rub your clit, the other hand straining under all his weight. He can feel his own end near, his cock pulsing inside you.

“Cum again. Cum on my cock,” he commands, thumb repeatedly flicking against your clit. You keen under his actions and dig your fingernails into his flesh harder, almost breaking the skin as your second orgasm washes over you. You cry out loudly, voice cracking. He lets out a deeper grunt, the movement of his hips turning stilted as he fucks into you. The rippling of your cunt walls around him, paired with the gush of your cum has him impaling his cock into you as hard as he could, burying into you deeply.

His hand leaves your clit, fisting in the sheets by your head as he practically collapses on top of you. You feel him spurt rope after rope of his cum into you, coating your walls white. He stays buried in you moments longer, both of you panting as you try to catch your breaths. Finally, when he struggles to hold his weight on top of you, he slowly pulls out his cock, rolling over and flopping onto the bed beside you. You feel his cum slowly leak out of you, moaning before shutting your thighs, your muscles protesting the movement.

“I’m-” he begins before gasping for air, “Hoseok by the way,” he finishes, introducing himself. You want to laugh at the absurdity of it all. He had justfucked you senseless and was just nowintroducing himself? You want to reply with something witty, but your brain refuses to put together a single coherent sentence, so, instead, you keep it simple.

“I’m ____.”

The next morning, your eyes flutter open. Thick streams of sunlight burst through the lace curtains of the hotel room, and with an annoyed groan, you roll over, burying your face into the pillow. A small chuckle rings through your ears, causing your face to scrunch into the pillow. Sitting up in bed, you look around, eyes stopping short at the man you’d both danced with and fucked yesterday. He’s seated casually on the sofa facing the bed, cross-legged and watching you with an amused grin. You blush under his gaze, drawing the sheets further to your chest.

“I was wondering when you’d wake up, but I figured the jet lag would have caught up to you,” Hoseok chuckles, smiling at you. You bite your lips, the dimples on the top of his lips indenting. Your heart speeds up slightly. How had you not noticed them before?

“Sorry, you should have woken me up and kicked me out,” you reply, voice groggy from sleep.

“I could have, but I didn’t want to. Do you want to join me for breakfast?” Hoseok asks. You chew your lip as you contemplate the decision. Shouldyou have breakfast with a complete stranger in his hotel room while in a foreign country? Probably not. Then again, you can’t help musing, you’d already fucked him. Besides, you’d spent the night with him, and he hadn’t murdered you; so that was a good sign, right? Hoseok quirks his eyebrow, gaze levelled at you as he awaits your decision. The sound of your stomach growling has you nodding your assent.

“Perfect. I was thinking we could have breakfast out on the balcony. There’s a stunning view of Barcelona. I’ll let you get ready. The bathroom is just through that door. Here,” Hoseok says. He throws you the shirt he wore last night before walking through the large door and out onto the balcony. You slip his shirt on, buttoning it up before walking towards your suitcase. Hastily, you pull out a pair of fresh panties along with your toiletries before entering the bathroom.

Once you were done freshening up, you pad onto the balcony. Your toes curl at the cold marble against your feet. The sun isn’t out like it had been yesterday, but the day was still incredibly bright, the sky vividly azure and obstructed by just a few clouds. Hoseok sits casually, facing the Spanish horizon, the quaint city of Barcelona just below him. The scene is almost picture-perfect, the mix of Catalan Gothic architecture, large steeples and towers from the various cathedrals, paired with the more modern buildings only adding to the charm.

You clear your throat, feet shifting as you announce your presence. Hoseok turns around with a soft smile on his face, and you can’t help the way your breath hitches. He’s dressed casually in a white linen shirt and denim shorts, his hair falling onto his forehead. He’s beautiful. In fact, he’s probably the most beautiful man you’ve ever laid your eyes on. He gestures towards the seat opposite him, his eyes trailing over your figure, dressed in nothing but his shirt and your panties. Suddenly, you feel nervous. Maybe you should have gotten dressed? You pad over to him, smiling timidly as you take a seat.

“I wasn’t sure what you’d want, so I just got a bit of everything,” Hoseok informs, gesturing towards the mix of cut fruit, Spanish hams, eggs, and various pieces of bread. Your stomach growls once again, making him chuckle as you help yourself.

“I couldn’t help but notice your luggage tag. You flew in from Seoul?” Hoseok asks, mouth slightly muffled by food. You finish chewing the morsel in your mouth and swallow before replying.

“Yeah, I live there.”

“Wow, small world. I live there too. Why are you here?” He asks curiously before popping some chorizo is his mouth.

“I guess I just got bored with everyday life? Things were just becoming… boring. And I hadn’t travelled in years, so, I went to Incheon, booked the first available flight, which just happened to be to Barcelona, and, well, here I am. For about a week. How about you?” you ask, wondering what his story was.

“I was here on business. I own a company, and some of my clients are Spanish,” Hoseok says. Your eyebrows knit together, looking at him oddly.

“And that business entailed dancing on the street or…?” you tease. Hoseok clicks his tongue at you, sipping his orange juice.

“CEOs have hobbies too! Also, I said I wason business, but that ended a few days ago. Now, I’m on vacation for two weeks,” he continues, looking at you pointedly. You find yourself laughing, somehow feeling completely at ease with him despite knowing him less than a day.

“You seem to know your way through Barcelona well. Do you come here often?” you ask curiously, remembering how easily he’d navigated you from the plaza and towards his hotel.

“Mhm. Maybe once every three months? My Spanish clients are very important, and they like meeting in person. This is my permanent hotel room,” Hoseok says, throwing his arms out and gesturing towards the room. Your eyes bug out of your skull.

“Permanent?”

“Yeah. I own this hotel, and, since I need to be here every few months, it made sense to have a permanent residence,” Hoseok says. His tone is completely casual, but you have no idea how to point out that that isn’t a normaleveryday thing.

“If you want, you can stay with me. I could show you around,” Hoseok offers, and you feel your eyebrows shoot straight into your hairline.

“Oh- Oh no! I couldn’t possibly ask you to do that,” you try to refuse. As lovely as that sounded, you didn’t want to impose on his holiday.

“Oh come on! I know my way around pretty well, and you’ll need a guide considering you came here with no plan. It’ll be fun. What do you say?” Hoseok suggests. You shut your mouth, brain whirring. He made some valid points. You were completely lost in Barcelona with no money considering you hadn’t bothered to convert your currency. Plus, he seemed nice enough from what you knew, andyou enjoyed spending time with him.

“Alright. I’ll take you up on that offer,” you finally agree. Hoseok smiles at you brightly, pretty teeth on display. You swallow thickly, wondering if his smile was always as dazzlingly beautiful as it currently was.

“Perfect. Do you have a hotel room? If not, I can book you a room here, unless you want to stay with me?” Hoseok asks, eyes flicking briefly towards your chest peeking through his shirt. Your core clenches at the suggestion in his tone. Your mind reels back to the previous night, and just the memory of your orgasm has your toes curling. You make your second impulsive decision then and there.

“I’d like that.”

It’s not as if you have anything to lose.

Hours later, you find yourself being pulled by Hoseok into Barcelona Cathedral. You stop short once inside, in awe of the beautiful interior. Candles illuminate the area, sunlight streaming through large arched windows. The ceiling is incredibly high, gargoyles of varying creatures, from animals to mythical beings, decorating the roofing. The pillars are simple, made up of alternating bricks: stones that are greying, blackened, and smudged. You wonder what it would have looked like when it was first built and brand new. The interior is truly beautiful, and you can almost feel the history seeping out of each and every slab of stone, depicting events that people have forgotten but time has not.

Hoseok smiles at you, gripping your hand and walking further into the building. You gasp as you draw nearer towards the altar. The walls around the seating are ornately designed, intricate patterns of gold glittering in the amber light. There are quite a few people milling about, some kneeling and praying while others quietly walk around, taking in the sights like you were. As beautiful as it is, this was arguably notwhat you had in mind when you’d asked Hoseok to show you a side of Barcelona no tourist guide could ever show you; something you express to him.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be getting to that,” Hoseok whispers against your ears. His words are ominous, his voice lower than usual, vibrating through your ears and causing heat to pool in your belly. Your face flushes in mortification. You could notget horny in a church. There was far too much wrong with that.

Still holding onto your hand, Hoseok drags you further into the church. Your eyes flick to your entwined hands, your fingers locked together. His palms are small, but his fingers long and slender, yet are the perfect size in your own hand. It’s a small gesture, and Hoseok probably doesn’t even think about it, but you can’t stop thinking about how his hand feels. You shake your head slightly, trying to clear your mind. You had just met.

“So, what about this is something a normal tour guide couldn’t show me?” you ask, wanting to prevent your mind from straying into dangerous territory.

“This,” Hoseok says, stopping in front of an empty confessional booth. You look at him closely, peering through the holes within the baroquely carved wood. It’s too dark inside, however, and you can’t see a single thing.

“A confession boo-” you say, but before you can finish your words, Hoseok is dragging you inside.

“Hoseok!” you cry out, Hoseok immediately shushing you. He pushes you against the door, his nose running along the column of your throat before his hand slides down your stomach, rubbing just above the waistband of your skirt.

“This is what’s different. No tour guide would fuck you in a confession booth,” Hoseok whispers in your ear. Your pussy gushes into your panties, your breathing becoming laboured.

“Do you want that sweetheart? Do you want me to fuck you here?” Hoseok asks. You whine, pushing your ass against him. Hoseok chuckles before pushing your skirt up to your hips and sliding your panties to the side. His fingers swipe across your slit, leaving them dewy with your arousal. He pulls his fingers up to his lips, licking off your slick.

“You’re already so wet, sweetheart. I bet I could just slide into you,” Hoseok whispers, thumb brushing against your clit over and over again. You groan, pussy clamping and releasing another gush of wetness.

“Please.”

Hoseok groans at the want in your voice. He quickly moves his hand towards his shorts and unbuttons them. His hands move feverishly, pushing his trousers down to his thighs before gripping his cock and running it through your folds. You let out a high pitched whine, wanting his cock buried into you.

“Quiet. We don’t want people to catch you being a little slut for me,” Hoseok orders, and with that, he slides into you in one motion. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth before biting hard, trying to suppress your scream. Leaning your head against the door to the confession booth, you twist one hand back to rest on his torso, stilling his movement.

“Just- give me some time,” you sputter. The lack of preparation had you hissing in pain, taking in a deep breath as you tried to get used to him inside you. Hoseok brushes his lips against your shoulder blade, shushing you. You both stay still for a few long moments before you finally give Hoseok the go-ahead.

“Good girl,” are his only words before he pulls out, and then he’s slamming into you once again. The force of his thrust has you hurtling into the door with a slight bang causing it to vibrate.

“Hold yourself. I’m gonna fuck this dirty pussy real good, and I want you to be quiet,” Hoseok hisses, cock plunging into your depths again. You quietly whimper, Hoseok pinching your clit as punishment.

“I said quiet.”

You nod, taking in a shuddering breath. Hoseok’s hips lunge forward once again, and this time you manage to keep quiet, earning you a kiss on your shoulder. His soft attention has you keening. Then he’s back to setting his brutal pace, fucking his cock into you over and over again. His rough movement has you struggling to keep quiet, wanting nothing more than to scream out in ecstasy. People wander closer to the booth, and you’re able to peak at them through the small, carved out gaps of the door. Your stomach flips in fear, and your pussy gushes at the thrill. You could be caught with Hoseok’s cock buried deep within your cunt any moment.

“Fuck, do you like that? Do you like watching people pray while you get this pretty little cunt stuffed?” Hoseok whispers into your ear, his words causing your pussy to clench involuntarily.

“Yes. Shit, you do. You’re such a dirty little slut. I think you need to confess your sins,” Hoseok continues, your eyes rolling into the back of your skull when he hits particularly deep. All of a sudden, Hoseok swats your ass, and you have to bite your lip even harder to prevent yourself from moaning out loud.

“I said tell daddy your sins.”

“I’m sorry daddy; I’ve been so bad.”

“How?” Hoseok asks, plunging in deeper, one hand moving to play with your clit as he bites your earlobe.

“I’m being a dirty slut.”

“Keep going.”

“I’m getting my pussy fucked deep while people are outside praying. I’m being a dirty little slut by letting you pound my little cunt when people are around us. Hoseok-” you whine lowly, pushing your hips out. You can feel your skin begin to prickle with the heat of your orgasm, Hoseok’s fingers strumming your clit only driving you closer to the edge. How were you supposed to keep quiet when you came? Almost as if your prayers were being answered, you hear the loud baritone sound of the organ. High pitched voices of the choir members join the loud melody, your ears almost deafened by the sound. Hoseok smirks into the back of your head.

“Are you cumming sweetheart? Are you gonna be a good little girl for me and cream my cock?” Hoseok asks, lips brushing against your ears so you can hear him over the music.

“Yes! Hoseok, please,” you mewl. Your heart pounds in your eardrums as you teeter over the edge of your orgasm. Hoseok bites your earlobe, rubbing your clit harder.

“Cum. Be a good girl, and scream for me.” With that, you hurtle over the precipice, your orgasm washing over you in waves. Your thighs shake uncontrollably as you brace against the door. Thankfully, your screams are drowned out by the choir, Hoseok chuckling as he continues pistoning in and out of you.

When your legs finally stop shaking, Hoseok pulls out of you, sliding your panties back in place. You groan at the sticky feeling, your cum soaking into the material and wetting your thighs. Hoseok pulls your skirt back over your ass before flipping you around. He places one of his hands on your shoulder and guides you onto your knees, pumping his cock with his other hand.

“Now. I want you to be good and worship my cock,” Hoseok says, staring down at you through dark eyes. He brushes his cock against your lips, staining them in both his precum and your cunt juice.

You open your mouth, taking him into your cavern. The taste of you is heavy on his cock, masking his own headier taste. Your tongue swirls around his cock, gathering your essence before swallowing thickly. You close your eyes, bobbing up and down on his cock. Hoseok groans in approval, tenderly petting your hair and gathering your locks into a ponytail before thrusting his cock further down your throat. His sudden movement has you gagging, saliva coating his cock.

“Fuck that’s it. You’re so good. I’m going to cum,” Hoseok sighs, throwing his head back. You increase your efforts as you bob harder, wanting nothing more than to taste him in your throat. Hoseok thrusts into your throat once, twice, and then thrice before stilling. With a quiet hiss, he cums down your throat. You feel him fill up your mouth, swallowing him down as quick as you can, relishing in his taste. When his cock goes limp, he finally pulls it out, tucking himself back into his trousers.

Hoseok grabs you by the chin, pulling you up to your feet before taking your swollen lips between his. His tongue licks the seam of your mouth, and you grant him access, letting his tongue slip between your lips. His hand entwines into your hair, tongue moving sensually against your own. You moan into the kiss, drawing closer to him until your chests are flush against each other. Hoseok’s kiss is completely different from the way he fucks: he’s gentle and tastes sweet. You find yourself lost in him, allowing his presence to drown you.

His lips are incredibly soft against your own, his hand moving to delicately cup your neck and pull your face higher. When he inevitably pulls away, he has you completely spellbound and chasing his lips, not wanting the kiss to end. Hoseok chuckles at your actions, and your cheeks puff in a pout. He tuts, pressing soft kisses against your lips as he tries to mollify your pout. He succeeds very easily, a smile breaking onto your face at his tender touch.

Finally, he pulls away, a soft sigh leaving your lips. His lips press against your forehead as he holds you close. The two of you stand in that dark confession booth, the sound of the choir slowly fading. The people that had once been near you also move away, leaving the coast clear. Hoseok grabs your hand, checking the outside once again to make sure no one was around before he drags you out. Once you’re both out, he turns to you, a devilish smile on his face.

“How’s that for an unconventional tour guide?”

Hoseok is a voracious lover. He’s practically insatiable and hasto have you at least twice a day and in as many positions as he could bend you into, which is why on the fourth day, you find yourself being awoken with Hoseok softly pressing kisses to the back of your shoulder, his hard cock pressing into your ass cheek. Through the fog of sleep, you feel his hand flit across your stomach before pressing between your thighs, one finger pushing into your cunt. You were still wet enough from the remnant of his cum from last night, now only acting as lubrication for his fingers. However, rather than feeling the tingling pleasure you’re used to, sparks of pain shoot up your nerves. You wince, curling into yourself before letting out a groan, muscles protesting the movement.

“____? You okay?” Hoseok asks, his hand immediately pulling out of you. You hear him shuffle, and then he’s turning you over, looking down at you in concern.

“Mmm. Sorry Hobi, I’m just really sore from the past few days,” you whine, voice gravelly from sleep. Hoseok sighs, pressing another kiss to your shoulder. The action is far too intimate for someone you have only known about three days, and yet, you find yourself sinking into his touch. Hoseok wraps an arm around your waist, lips brushing up your shoulder before he presses a kiss just below your ear. You find yourself biting your lip, attempting to suppress the sigh that almost leaves your lips. Honestly, his embrace was far too comfortable and felt more like home than it should have.

“Have I tired out your pretty little pussy sweetheart?” Hoseok asks, voice deep in your ear. Your core involuntarily clenches, and you find yourself groaning in pain again.

“Hoseok,” you warn. He immediately chuckles in your ear, his laugh light and carefree. Your heart flutters at the twinkling sound, your face softening.

“Sorry, sorry. You’re just so irresistible,” Hoseok replies as he presses an apologetic kiss to your shoulder. He unwraps his arms from you before slipping out of bed. You try to contain the disappointment you feel from the sudden loss of his body heat. You really do, but the instant he’s out of your reach, feet padding into the bathroom, you miss him.

You flip yourself, ignoring the way your muscles scream in displeasure and shuffle onto Hoseok’s side. Your face buries into his pillow, nuzzling into the soft sheets as you breathe him in. The scent of citrus and pine washes over you, and you inhale deeply, wanting nothing more than to wrap yourself in his scent until it was all you can breathe. Fifteen minutes later, Hoseok exits the bathroom, only to be met with the view of you holding his pillow tightly, and, with it pressed so close to your face, he’s worried you’ll suffocate. However, when you inhale deeply, he lets out a little chuckle. You stiffen, knowing you’d been caught red handed, before you shrink into your sheets, wishing they would just swallow you up whole.

“You’re so cute,” Hoseok coos, pulling the sheet off of you. You whine in protest, clutching it tighter to you, your cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment.

“Don’t tease me,” you pout. Hoseok clicks his tongue, tugging the sheets harder until you were naked. You yelp, shooting up so you were sitting before glaring at him.

“Get up, and get dressed. We’re going out,” Hoseok says, pointing towards the bathroom.

“I’m tired!” you whine, almost petulantly as you fall back into the bed, rolling until you lie on your front, facing away from him. Hoseok clicks his tongue once again, and then you feel him swat your ass. Hard.

“Ouch! Hobi!” you hiss, turning your head and glowering at him.

“Don’t be a brat. Get up, and get dressed, or I’ll bend you over and spank you until your cute ass is red, which I’m sure you don’t want considering you’re already sore,” Hoseok says, quirking his eyebrow knowingly. You tut, grumbling under your breath before doing as you were told. Twenty minutes and a hot shower later, you finally exit the bathroom. Hoseok smiles at you, watching as you shuffle towards him, despite protesting muscles.

“Good girl,” Hoseok praises, kissing your forehead. You preen under his praise before Hoseok grabs your hand, dragging you out of the room.

“Where are we going?” you ask curiously, hoping he hasn’t got something too vigorous planned. You were far too tired, and you’d only been in Barcelona three full days, coming up to your fourth.

“I’ve got a surprise for you. Don’t worry; you’ll love it,” Hoseok says, nudging you into the car with a bright smile. Your eyes narrow into small slits, looking at him with apprehension before once again following his direction. Hoseok gets into the driver's seat, smiling brightly at you once again before he begins driving.

Twenty minutes later, when you’re out of the heart of Barcelona, Hoseok stops. You look out the window, face scrunching in perturbation. He’d stopped directly outside what looks to be an old abandoned warehouse. You turn to him in question, wondering what he’s up to. He cuts the engine, turning to you.

“After you,” Hoseok says, gesturing for you to leave his car. You swallow thickly, turning to the old, decrepit building before turning back to him.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Don’t you trust me?” he asks. It’s a simple question, but one that has you stopping. Do you trust him? He’s basically a stranger to you, a stranger in a foreign country. Do you trust him? He hasbrought you to an abandoned building. However, there are no warning bells ringing in your mind. You take a deep breath before turning to him.

“I do,” you reply. It’s a simple answer, but your face is stoic, not a single shred of doubt on your face. It’s foolish. You have too much faith and trust in a man you really only barely know, but you dotrust Hoseok.

“That’s my good girl. Now come on; I think you’ll love this,” Hoseok says, opening his car door and getting out.

You follow him, letting Hoseok walk around the car and up to you before he wraps his arm around your waist. He leads you into the building, pushing the door with ease. Once you’re inside, you’re pleasantly surprised. It’s not an abandoned building at all. There’s a small reception with a concierge and a large archway leading further into the building.

The man greets you both in Spanish before spouting off something you definitely cannot understand. Your face scrunches up as Hoseok replies in fluent Spanish. You’re completely astonished, before you remember that he visits Spain quite frequently. Of coursehe knows the language. You patiently wait as they speak in a back and forth and soon, Hoseok is reaching into his pocket and pulling out his wallet. You quickly put your hand out, reaching into your bag and pulling your own purse out.

“Hoseok, you paid for dinner yesterday. Let me grab this,” you quickly say. Hoseok shakes his head, already handing his sleek black card over to the man.

“Nope. This is my treat for you,” Hoseok replies, wrapping his arm around your waist again. You scowl slightly, placing your purse back into your bag. The man smiles at you both before ushering towards the archway behind him. Hoseok smiles and nods at the man, before leading you down the path.

“A treat for what? I haven’t done anything,” you say, peeking up at him curiously. Hoseok doesn’t reply, instead, only leading you further into the building. Slowly, the walls change from the modern white of the reception to dark, fading brick. You look around curiously, the harsh of the white light fading into a more soft, muted amber. Your eyes widen when you finally exit the tunnel, a large pool greeting you.

Exposed brick makes up the entirety of the interior, giving the room a dark and dreary feel. The gloominess, however, is juxtaposed and alleviated by the warmth radiated from hung lanterns and small boxes filled with small candles littering the floor. The movement of water from the large pools reflected on the ceiling only adding to its charm. It was romantically dark, the candles, lanterns, and pulsating of water warming up the darkened brick.

“I thought you deserved a relaxing spa day. Sorry for making you so sore and not thinking about giving your body rest,” Hoseok apologises. You turn to him, chewing on your lip. His face is completely serene, and he looks at you with a tender smile that has your heart gripping. His eyes are almost as dark as the room surrounding you and yet just as soft and comforting. The water’s reflection ripples over his face, breaking up his features.

You don’t know how long you stand staring at him, but Hoseok eventually breaks your gaze. He grabs you by your hand before leading you towards the edge of the pool. Your fingers twitch imperceptibly as you watch Hoseok slowly undress. His tan skin is only deeper under the low lighting of the room, and you’ve seen Hoseok naked multiple times, but the sight of his smooth caramel skin never fails to tighten your throat.

He shimmies out of his trousers and boxers until he’s left completely naked, and your throat goes dry. You had never truly gotten to admire Hoseok’s form; you were both far too busy ripping each other’s clothes apart in a heated manner, but now, in the tranquillity of the atmosphere and the dimly lit room, you have nothing stopping you. Immediately, you’re struck with what you’ve been missing. He truly was the most beautiful man you had ever had the pleasure of laying your eyes on.

Your eyes stay locked on his as he slowly approaches you. He stares at you through thick lashes, his hair falling into his eyes. Nimble fingers slowly undo the belt from around your waist before deft fingers work away at the buttons of your dress. When he undoes the final button, Hoseok slips the dress off of your shoulder. His touch is so incredibly tender that you’re afraid to move, instead, letting him unclasp your bra and throw it on the floor with your dress.

Large hands trace over the curves of your sides almost reverently until he reaches the waistband of your panties. This time, you aid him in divesting your final piece of clothing. It’s low, but you hear his breath hitch, eyes flicking over every inch of your figure. You both stand there, taking each other in for what feels like an eternity, and it could have been. For in this room, away from the bustle of Barcelona, and even further away from life, it feels like time does not exist: as if you and Hoseok are the only two people left in existence.

Hoseok is the first one to break away. He reaches out to you, interlocking his fingers between yours before gently tugging you. Slowly, he steps into the pool, not once breaking his gaze away from you. You follow him faithfully, letting him guide you into the water. The minute the water hits your muscles, you let out a shuddering exhale. It’s not cold like you were expecting, but, instead, it’s pleasantly tepid, and faintly, you think you can smell sea-salt.

Gradually, Hoseok lowers you into the pool, your eyes fluttering shut when the water encases your entire body. Your muscles relax under the weightless feeling the pool provides, allowing the water to slowly ebb away the soreness your body felt. Hoseok pulls you into his chest, his back resting against the wall of the pool. You let out another sigh, his warm, hard chest pressed against your back and his flaccid cock rests just at the top of your ass.

“How are you feeling?” Hoseok asks, his hands moving to rub your shoulders, fingertips firmly massaging the flesh as he tries to work out the ache in them. You let out another sigh, head lolling back to rest on his shoulder, your eyes shut in relaxation.

“Perfect,” comes your whispered answer. You can almost feel Hoseok’s smile, his lips lightly trailing across your shoulder before kissing your neck.

The two of you sit for however long, Hoseok’s hands slowly working their way across your body. You sink further and further into him with each of his movements, small moans of appreciation escaping your mouth as expert fingers dance across your skin. His hands trail down your sides and towards your thighs as he continues lavishing kisses upon any bit of skin his mouth can reach. His touch is reverential and delicate. Leisurely, his fingers knead the supple flesh of your thighs, alleviating the soreness in them before slowly working his way down towards your shins.

When Hoseok is finally done massaging the ache from your muscles, his arms wrap around your waist, holding you close. You snuggle further into him, body completely relaxed against him. Mindlessly, Hoseok’s hands begin moving; his fingers trail up your arm, goosebumps prickling against your skin at his light touch. You feel him trace lazy circles into your skin before taking your hand between his and bringing it up to his lips. He kisses the pad of each of your fingers before doing the same to the other hand.

The entire time, neither of you speak. You let Hoseok’s hands gradually trace over your skin. He’s incredibly thorough, making sure that every single inch of your flesh is lavished with attention. Each and every one of his ministrations has you sighing deeply, sinking further and further into his embrace until you’re nothing but jelly. His hand moves to lightly grip at your chin before he turns you to face him. You stare up at him through thick lashes, and then he’s leaning down.

The feel of his lips against your own has your knees weak, and you’re thankful you’re both already sitting because you’re sure if you were standing, you’d have buckled under his actions. He licks the seam of your mouth, your lips parting slowly and allowing his tongue to enter your orifice. Your tongues move against each other in a sensual dance, tasting each other and the salt of the water on your lips. His lips are firm against yours, and his tongue moves so sensuously it has your toes curling.

Hoseok pulls away eventually, a gentle sigh leaving your lips. He smiles softly, pressing tender kisses against your lips. Once, twice, and then three times before completely pulling away. He manoeuvres you so that you’re slightly further down, head resting against his chest so he can lean his chin on your head, his thighs caging in your body. His arms once again wrap around your waist before he presses a kiss to your temple. You both sit in the pool of water, unmoving as you lie in each other’s embrace.

You hear nothing but the gentle sound of the water’s waves, Hoseok’s breathing, and his heartbeat. Your eyes flutter shut. It’s completely calm; quiet and serene. It’s then and there, in the harmonious tranquillity of the room, that you completely fall into him.

On the fifth day, the sun is incredibly bright. So bright, in fact, that it radiates with the vengeance of hell fire. That, however, doesn’t stop Hoseok from dragging you outside. Sweat coats your skin, staining your clothes, and you briefly wonder just how Hoseok is coping with the heat. You eye him warily; his white linen shirt clings to his back, drenched in sweat, and yet, he looks completely unperturbed. He smiles brightly, his grin rivalling the intense sun rays.

“Where are we going? It’s so hot!” you complain, panting from the heat.

“Some place to cool down,” Hoseok replies cryptically. That’s the only response he gives you before he’s once again pulling you through the crowded streets of Barcelona. You let out a little sigh, shifting uncomfortably as your clothes cling to you. The bustle of people around only serves to increase both the temperature and humidity.

“Why couldn’t we have just driven?” you whine, almost stomping your foot petulantly. The heat was slowly turning your brain to mush, and you were sure you’d lose all reasoning soon.

“Too crowded. We’d never get parking. Now stop complaining, we’re almost there. I promise you won’t be hot for long,” comes Hoseok’s voice. You purse your lips in a thin line. Whatever he had planned better be worth it, because you are incredibly close to drowning him in your sweat as punishment for dragging you out in the middle of a heat wave.

You have no idea how long Hoseok drags you through the god forsaken cobbled streets: the white of the houses paired with the beige paving only serving to reflect heat directly onto you. Moments later, when you’re close to calling it quits and heading back to Hoseok’s wonderfully air conditioned hotel room, Hoseok finally stops. He holds out his hands on either side, a pleased grin on his face. The only thing missing is a small ‘tada’. You quirk your eyebrow. He’s stood in front of a black metal gate, the tips glittering gold in the sunlight, and beyond the fencing, you can make out large trees.

“A park?” You’re not impressed.

“Oh come on! It’ll be great,” Hoseok says, grabbing your hand and pulling you beyond the gates.

“Hobi! It’s too hot-” you begin complaining, only to stop short once you’re in the park.

It’s almost as if you’ve walked into a different world. The vivid green of the tree canopy offers the ground an ample amount of shade, cooling down the entire park. The air inside is somehow much cooler than the main streets of Barcelona, and your body involuntarily shivers when a light breeze runs across your sweat-soaked figure. Tree branches sway in the wind, and the rustling of leaves along with bird song vibrate through your eardrums.

“Well? What do you think? It’s cooler here right?” Hoseok says, eyes shining with amusement.

“It would be cooler in your hotel room,” you point out, a small scowl on your face. Hoseok laughs at your slightly sullen tone; he knows you’re more mad at him being right than anything.

“Yes, well, considering you’re leaving in a couple days, I didn’t think you’d want to stay in,” Hoseok points out. His tone is completely casual, but you can’t help the way your stomach drops. You had completely forgotten you were on holiday and would have to part with him soon. Hoseok catches your sombre tone and immediately grabs your hand. You turn to him in surprise, eyes widening at the large grin on his face.

“Come on! Let’s not waste the day,” Hoseok says before he tugs you along.

The two of you walk hand in hand down the winding gravel path of the park. It’s relatively quiet. Hoseok points out that most people would have gone to the beach to cool down. You relish in the calm moments with Hoseok, his hand nestled comfortably in yours as you wander along the shaded trail, trees encompassing you on either side. A while later, you hear the sound of flowing water, and Hoseok pulls you into a clearing. You stop short and let out a quiet gasp.

Amidst the large park sits a small oasis, completely deserted of anyone. Crystal clear water floods from moss encrusted rocks, cascading into the lake at the bottom of the waterfall. The sound of rushing water is almost deafening, drowning out the singing birds. Across the lake winds a white makeshift bridge made up entirely of boulders, disappearing behind the gushing water. It’s completely idyllic.

Hoseok grips your hand tighter, and he drags you towards the bridge before pulling you onto it. You both carefully hop along the rocks, making sure not to slip. When you get to the middle, just behind the waterfall, Hoseok stops. Somehow, the water is even louder now, echoing in your eardrums. With wide eyes, you take in the sights. It’s truly beautiful. Vines rooted in the cracks of the cliffside drip with dew while small vibrantly coloured flowers grow around the area; the kaleidoscope of colours contrasts with the grey rocks and cerulean water.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Hoseok asks, eyes soft as he takes in your awe-struck expression. You have no words and, instead, just find yourself nodding.

Hoseok tugs you gently, carefully pulling you onto a large slab of stone. He quickly shrugs off his jacket, laying it on the damp ground before gesturing for you to take a seat. Once you’re seated, Hoseok joins you. His shoulders brush against your own, knees drawn up to your chests and feet almost touching. You take in a deep breath, the strong scent of earthen musk and flowing water filling your senses. The both of you sit quietly, Hoseok letting you attempt to breathe everything in.

“I think I’ll miss things like this when I’m back in Seoul,” you finally say. Your voice is quiet, drowned out by the rushing of water, but Hoseok hears you clearly.

“Like what?”

“Like this: sitting, doing nothing - just watching nature. Life is hectic in Seoul; you should know that better than anyone. I’m a personal assistant to the CEO of a law firm. It’s a demanding job, and I practically live for my boss. I’ll miss doing things for myself: walking through a park, going to the spa, dancing on the streets. I’ll miss-” you don’t finish your sentence. The word ‘you’ is at the tip of your tongue, but you can’t bring yourself to say it. Your stomach drops as you realise that you will have to separate from Hoseok, and your heart aches when you realise you may never see him again. This is unchartered territory - something you hadn’t planned when you’d spontaneously booked your flight. Hoseok goes quiet, and the once easy atmosphere turns maudlin.

“Hey! Come on; let’s take a picture. This is the ideal place, yes?” Hoseok asks, his voice suddenly loud and cheery. Your eyes soften at his attempt at cheering you up as he tries his best to alleviate the tense mood. He holds his hand out for your phone, and you quickly shift, reaching into your pocket before handing it to him.

Hoseok shuffles away from you, putting distance between your bodies as he tries to capture the perfect angle. The way his head is tilted, tongue poking out as he concentrates on getting the best shot, has you instantly perking up. You crack a large smile, practically beaming at him. Hoseok yells in glee, his loud voice competing with the deafening waterfall. He takes a few pictures before shuffling back closer to you.

“Now, one of us!” Hoseok calls, pressing his shoulder tightly against yours before wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you closer against him. Just as he takes the picture, he moves, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. Your eyes widen at his action, the camera clicking that exact moment.

“Hoseok! That’s a bad picture!” you yell in indignation. Hoseok’s eyebrows knit together before he shakes his head.

“It’s great! You look so cute,” Hoseok coos, taking in your shocked expression. The camera had captured your reaction to his kiss just in time.

“Delete it!” you whine, Hoseok shaking his head.

“No!”

“Well, it’s my phone. I’ll just delete it myself,” you reply, poking your tongue out before crossing your arms.

“Don’t! Promise me you won’t delete it,” Hoseok says, tone completely serious. You look at him curiously. He raises his brow, awaiting your answer. When he doesn’t budge, you finally sigh, giving in.

“Okay! Fine, I won’t delete it,” you relent. Hoseok beams at you, his lips pulling into their trademark heart shape.

“Good! Now you’ll remember me forever,” Hoseok says. Once again, his tone is completely casual, but the meaning isn’t lost on you. Your heart plummets in your chest as your inevitable separation rears its ugly head. There’s so much you want to say to him. I want to stay with you. I’ll miss you. I don’t want to leave you. I think I love you. However, your throat is sealed shut, and your tongue is unable to form the words. There is one thing you’re completely certain of though. You didn’t need a photograph to remember Hoseok.

He was etched in the back of your mind and carved into your heart forever. You were sure that whenever you thought of Barcelona, you’d remember him. You’d remember the way his skin glowed under the sunlight as if he were the sun himself and the way his body felt pressed against yours in the cool night. You’d remember the way his lips pull into the shape of a heart whenever he smiled and the carefree inclination in his laugh. You’d remember the way he’d hold you whenever he wanted to dance as he sings, voice low in your ear. You’d remember how his hand fit within yours as he dragged you through the streets and the way he’d intimately kiss your shoulder. You’d remember Hoseok. Forever.

“Sing for me,” you demand softly, the words tumbling out of your mouth before you could even ponder them. You don’t regret them.

“Now? You won’t be able to hear me,” Hoseok says, looking at the waterfall pointedly.

“I’ll hear you. Please, Hoseok, sing for me,” you repeat, voice slightly louder this time. You desperately needed to hear his voice. Hoseok pauses for a minute before relenting.

“What do you want me to sing?” he asks, looking at you expectantly.

“Anything,” comes your simple answer. Hoseok bites his tongue before nodding. He looks around, taking in the vibrant hues of the blue lake and the white foaming waterfall before his gaze falls on you.

“Inside my blue dream, I want to contain you,” Hoseok begins. His voice is quiet but the hauntingly dulcet tones resonate loudly in your ear. Your stomach plummets at his words, and you take in a deep, shuddering breath as you gaze at him softly. You want to remember this.

“Even if you say no, inside my eyes,” he continues. Intense eyes gaze at you, coffee orbs swimming with emotions that you cannot comprehend. You don’t even try to. Instead, the entire world fades away. The once deafening sound of water ebbing away to nothingness in the back of your mind as you focus on Hoseok’s mellifluous voice.

“Inside my blue dream, I want to hold you,” Hoseok sings, voice rumbling. His words are deep and meaningful, completely juxtaposed by the melancholic melody belying his voice. Goosebumps prickle at your skin, and your chest crumples from all the emotion bubbling up inside of you.

“Even if you say we can’t, inside my embrace,” Hoseok breathes out as he finishes, his voice fading into nothingness and the sound of the waterfall growing louder. An agonising ache grips your heart when his voice comes to a close. Without thinking, you lean over and draw his lips between yours, pouring in every bit of emotion you feel but can’t bring yourself to express.

Your kiss is slow and sensual, lips interlocked with each other. Hoseok’s hand moves to cup your cheek, drawing you in closer. Neither of you quicken the pace, more than content for your tongues to leisurely curve around each other. When the need for oxygen burns deep within your lungs, you both pull away. You flick out your tongue, licking your lips and tasting him on them before you lean your forehead against his. Deeply, you stare into his eyes, wanting nothing more than to preserve this piece of blue paradise between you forever.

On the last day you have in Barcelona, you find yourself blindfolded with Hoseok leading you somewhere. From the crashing of waves and the slight taste of salt in the air, you hazard a guess that you are somewhere on the beach. Suddenly, Hoseok stops before you feel him move behind you. His hands press into your waist, and then he’s gently pushing you, making sure you walk with careful steps. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion moments later, head snapping side to side as you hear the rumbling of an engine.

“Hoseok?” you ask, curious as to where you were. The wind rushes through your hair, sending the locks flying through the sea breeze. It almost felt as if you were on a boat.

“Just ten minutes sweetheart,” Hoseok says, his voice low as he brushes his lips against your temple. You nod, patiently waiting for him to give you the all clear and take off the blindfold. A while later, you assume ten minutes, you hear the engine cut off, leaving you in the quiet silence of the sea.

“Okay, now,” Hoseok says, and you tug of the blindfold. When you can finally see clearly, your breath hitches. You were correct; you hadbeen on a boat. Now, you were in the middle of the sea on a large white yacht that rocked gently on the waves. Hoseok stands just in front of you, a hesitant smile on his face. Beside him, is a table laid out with two plates and what you assume is dinner.

“I wanted to treat you to something special for your final day in Barcelona,” Hoseok breathes out, his voice carrying over the mellow sea breeze. You swallow thickly. His words cause your heart to clench, the ache in your chest returning. ‘Final’. It’s a simple word, and yet it leaves a sour taste in your mouth.

Hoseok holds out his hand, and you place your palm in his, allowing him to lead you to your seat. Your eyes follow him, watching as he takes a seat opposite you. He pours you a glass of white wine before smiling gently at you. Your eyes flick to your food, a mix of seafood laid beautifully on your plate. It’s presented elegantly and usually would have your mouth watering, but right now you simply have no appetite.

Despite this, you tuck into your food, and vaguely you can recognise that it tastes delicious. Hoseok idly chatters in the background, you, however, can’t focus on anything but the sight of him. The sun is low on the horizon, shades of copper and gold lighting up the sky. Hoseok’s form is illuminated by the glow of the sun, encasing him in an amber halo. The wind lightly combs through his dark hair, white sails ruffling behind him.

When he finishes his meal, he takes a sip of his wine before smiling at you. Your throat closes. Once again, you’re consumed with all the things you feel for him: feelings you shouldn’t have developed within such a short amount of time, yet you had, because Hoseok is perfect and so incredibly beautiful that it was entirely impossible to not fall in love with him. Your mouth is completely dry, as if you’ve swallowed cotton.

So, instead of saying anything, you get up and take his hand between yours. Hoseok blinks at you in surprise, before shuffling out of his seat. He lets you drag him towards the sofa and towards the bow of the boat before you push him gently. Hoseok falls onto the sofa. You climb on top of him, straddling his hips, your dress bunching up around your thighs as Hoseok’s hands naturally fall to your waist. He looks up at you through thick lashes, skin luminous in the warmth of the sun. He’s radiant.

Your neck bends down, Hoseok’s straining as you softly brush your lips against each other. He tastes intoxicating; the aftertaste of the tart wine is undercut by his natural sweetness. Hoseok deepens your kiss, pulling you in closer towards him, tongues savouring each other. Your hands curl into his hair, gripping his soft wavy locks tightly; his own hands wander across your back till they fist in your dress.

The deeper Hoseok kisses you, the more desperate you both become. Hoseok pulls away, breaking your kiss before trailing his lips across your neck as he suckles bruises into your throat. You cry out, his hands moving up your back to unzip your dress. Warm hands splay across your naked back, your own hands fervently moving to unbutton his shirt. Impatiently, you push it off of his shoulders before standing up and shimmying out of your dress. Hoseok follows your movement, both of you eagerly stripping until you were naked.

Hoseok lets out a little groan of appreciation. Nimble fingers caress the side of your breast before they trail along your side. His touch is featherlight and tickles your skin. Eventually, his hand reaches your waist, and gripping you just above your hip, he pulls you into him. Ever so gently, he spins you over before laying you down on the sofa. Climbing on top of you, he traces kisses down your collarbones and towards your sternum. Little moans of appreciation escape your lips when he presses his mouth against the skin between your breasts, feathering kisses along your flesh. Instinctively, your hands dive into Hoseok’s hair, and you admire how soft and silken it feels. Hoseok litters soft kisses in a straight line down your belly, tongue flicking out and swirling into your navel. When he kisses the skin just above your clit, you let out a wanton keen.

“Please, I want you in me,” you mumble, wanting to skip the foreplay. You were practically leaking down your thighs, pussy clenching in a desperate need to feel his cock. Hoseok shakes his head, long hair tickling your skin.

“I want to eat you. I need to taste you before…” Hoseok mutters, not finishing his sentence. ‘Before you leave’. Those are the words left unsaid. You ignore the sinking feeling in your chest, and, instead, buck your hips into him.

“Please,” you whimper. Hoseok delicately presses his lips against your clit, your breath hitching as your pussy gushes with a wave of wetness. His tongue laves between your slit, licking a line from your molten core all the way to your throbbing clit. A pleasurable sigh leaves your lips while your fingers tighten in his hair.

Hoseok’s hands skim up your thighs and towards your hips before soft pads press into your hip bones, pulling you closer to his face. His nose lightly teases your clit and only serves to add to your lust induced pleasure. He swirls his tongue through your pussy and collects every bit of arousal he can onto his tongue. You’re dripping all over him, his lips and chin wet with a sheen of your slick. Hoseok keeps his eyes trained onto you, tongue moving expertly through your folds. It’s completely erotic - the way his coffee irises glow honey-gold in the sun as he eats you out.

His mouth trails slightly lower before he’s plunging his tongue into you. The way his tongue pierces your cunt has you releasing a shuddering breath. Your eyes flutter shut, and your spine contorts, forcing your back to arch off the sofa. Red hot ecstasy scorches your skin, chest flushing in heat. Your hand leaves Hoseok’s hair, instead, gripping onto the armrests, nails clawing into the linen. Messily, he slurps at your cunt, soft pink lips gently suckling around your soaked hole.

“Hoseok,” you mewl, eyes screwing shut and hips gyrating against his face.

“I love the way you taste. I love the way you drip for me. Your pussy is always so wet and ready for me. You taste so sweet, I can never get enough,” Hoseok says, his words vibrating across the nerves of your cunt. The way your pussy contracts in pleasure is completely contrasted by the ache you feel in your chest. Everything he says has a deeper undercurrent of meaning that you don’t want to think about right now, but you can’t help thinking about it. This could be the last time you feel Hoseok between your thighs -the last time he tastes you.

“Close,” you mewl, thighs beginning to quiver around his cheeks. Immediately, Hoseok pulls away, and you cry out. Desperately, your body begins writhing as you whine, trying to get him back between your legs.

“Hoseok,” you beg, voice high pitched with want. Hoseok presses a kiss to your lips, the taste of you heavy on his tongue.

“Patience, sweetheart. I want you to cum on my cock where I can watch you fall apart,” Hoseok says, lips brushing your temple. Your heart flutters at his words as you draw him in for another kiss. You flip yourselves over, gently lowering Hoseok onto the sofa before you drop to your knees.

“Wait no, I want to feel you,” Hoseok begins protesting, but you shush him. He lets out a quiet hiss, throwing his head back when you kiss his cockhead.

“I want you in my mouth first,” you reply, words mirroring his. Hoseok groans before nodding, hands gathering up your hair. Your tongue flicks out, licking up the underside of his dick, all the way from the base to his head before swirling around his slit. Hoseok sinks further into the sofa, thighs splaying out as he gives you more room. You shuffle closer and wrap your hand around his cock, pumping as you lightly suckle his tip.

The taste of him is heavy in your mouth, his cockhead leaking with precum and coating your tongue. You relish in the taste, and briefly, you can’t help but wonder if you are ruined for anyone else. You don’t think you could ever forget the way he tastes. More importantly, you are completely addicted to him. No one could or would taste as good as him. Your mouth sinks further onto him, eyes trained on the way his teeth clench, jaw flinching. You squeeze your hand around his length before gently sucking as your cheeks hollow.

“Fuck… You’re so good. I’ll miss your mouth,” Hoseok pants, hands tightening around your hair. ‘I’ll miss you’; you can’t help it when those words flash in your mind. You will. You’ll miss Hoseok more than you ever thought you could miss someone. When you take him further into your mouth, his tip hitting your throat, Hoseok lets out a little hiss.

You begin bobbing your head on top of him. Your eyes stay focused on the total pleasure etched on his face, his jaw twitching every now and then as he tries his hardest not to lose control. Tenuously, your hand unwraps from his cock, and you relish in the way he bucks into your mouth, protesting the loss of your hand. Instead, your hand trails down to cup his balls, rolling them in the palm of your hand. Hoseok sucks in a breath. Suddenly, he’s pulling you off of him.

“I need you. I need you right now,” Hoseok groans. His voice is needy and full of desire. You feel your stomach churn, nodding as you stand up and in between his thighs. Hoseok pulls you into him by the hips, pressing his head against your stomach before kissing just under your ribcage, his hair tickling your skin.

Small palms slowly maneuver you until you’re straddling him once again, his cock brushing against your thigh and painting the flesh in his precum. You shift over him until his cock is pressing against your entrance, threatening to enter you. Then, you circle your hips over him once, coating him in your arousal until his cock is as sticky as your pussy. Hoseok’s hands shoot to hold your hips before he slowly lowers you onto him. Dexterous fingers flex against your hip bones, his face buried into your chest as he attempts to stifle a sigh. Inch by inch, he sinks into you, gradually splitting your walls open on his cock.

A shaky breath leaves your lips, and halfway into your descent on his length, you let out a soft whine until he’s finally buried into you. He stills your hips, holding you there as he inhales sharply. You both lay motionless, just feeling each other, taking in as much of the other as you can. He feels deeper in you than he ever has. It's probably just your mind playing tricks on you, but somehow, you feel even more connected to him. When you grow impatient, your flex your thighs and pick yourself up off of him before lowering back down. Your head lolls back in pleasure, every ridge and vein of his dick brushing against your walls.

Hoseok begins moving you on top of him, letting you ride him in a slow, erotic pace. Hands skim up your spine, pressing a kiss above your breast, just to the side of your heart. His touches feel different this time, somehow more intimate, more reverent, as they wander over your body. There’s not a single inch of skin that he doesn’t feel, pleasure tingling up your spine at his attentive actions. Suddenly, he wraps his arms around you tightly before pulling you flush into him. Then, his hand moves to cup your cheek, drawing you into his lips. Your mouths desperately move against each other, the kiss filled with raw emotion that neither of you want to reveal.

When you both break away, Hoseok sucks your swollen lips between his own, nibbling on the tender flesh. You gasp into his mouth, hands moving to wrap around his shoulder. Hips begin surging against each other harder, each motion filled with an urgent need for the other. A sudden thrust from Hoseok has him hitting particularly deep, and your pussy involuntarily flexes. You keen over him, clawing at his back.

With every one of his movements, you climb higher and higher towards the precipice of your orgasm. Lips smash into each other fervently, Hoseok’s hands wandering all across your body, mapping out each and every one of your curves. Your own hands clutch Hoseok’s back desperately, both your torsos pressed against each other so tightly you are practically melding into each other. You bury your face into his shoulder, biting into his flesh as you teeter on the edge of your climax.

“Let me see your face. I want to see you when you cum,” Hoseok says, his tone almost pleading. You relent, unable to deny him anything. Lifting your head, your hands move to his shoulders, nails pressing into his skin. Your eyes stay focused on one another, hips writhing desperately against the other’s. With laboured breaths, you rut each other, eyes unable to tear away from the other’s gaze. Hoseok suddenly moves his head, placing one final kiss on your lips before pressing your foreheads together.

“Cum- want to feel you,” Hoseok whispers, his lips skimming yours with every one of his words. The words are choked, and you can feel his cock pulsate. Immediately you know he’s close. Harder, you undulate your hips, pushing him deeper into you, as deep as he could go. When your clit brushes against his pelvis you finally cum. Your muscles seize on top of him, nails digging further into his skin. With trembling arms, you cling tighter to him, whimpering out his name over and over, as if it were a prayer on your lips while your orgasm washes over you in hot flashes.

Hoseok groans, your walls undoubtedly clamping tighter around him. He thrusts once, hands pulling your hips down onto his as he attempts to bury as deep into you as was physically possible. Then, with a choked groan, he cums, your name escaping his lips. You desperately want to close your eyes, lids heavy with the strength of your climax, but you force them to stay open, even when they begin tearing up from the intensity of your orgasm.

You don’t want to miss anything. Your eyes scrutinise every single detail you can: the way his face contorts in pleasure, the way his hair clings to his forehead, and the way his breath tastes against your lips. You commit every piece of him to memory: his dark honeyed eyes scrunched in ecstasy, the elegant slant of his nose and his high cheekbones, his gentle cheeks, and the sharp curve of his jaw. You don’t want to forget a single thing.

The sun sets lower and lower as you cling to each other. You’re both swimming in the afterglow of your orgasms, limbs spasming erratically. Heavy breathing circulates the air as you pant. Hoseok’s hands are splayed across your back, keeping your sweat-soaked bodies clinging to each other. When you both finally manage to come down from your post-orgasmic highs, the euphoric haze gradually fading, the sky is painted purple and pink. Your throat closes when you realise the sun has completely disappeared below the horizon. It only serves to add a tone of finality to everything.

When the weight of your emotions begins to physically crush your chest, you finally close your eyes and let the tears fall. This time, they’re not from pleasure.

Hours later, in the very early morning, you lay in bed watching Hoseok. The sun hasn’t even begun to rise, and your only light source is the waning gibbous moon shining through the curtains. You know you should probably get out of bed; you have a flight to catch, yet you can’t find it in yourself to tear your gaze away from him. You still have a little while before you have to leave, your suitcase already packed and ready. So, you take one final time to commit every last detail of Hoseok to your memory.

His skin glows under the low lighting, the moon illuminating him. Your chest floods with the overwhelming amount of emotion you feel for him. You’ve thought it multiple times during your trip, but he truly is the most stunning man you have ever laid your eyes on. He is so tremendously beautiful, in fact, that you were sure the god of beauty had personally blessed him.

Hesitantly, you reach your hand out, tracing his face as gently as you can. You don’t want to wake him just yet. Your finger trails along his forehead and eyebrows before drawing down the elegant slope of his nose. Unable to suppress the grin that breaks out on your face, you bite your lip, his nose twitching under your ministrations. Your fingers continue tracing his features, along his soft lips, and finally down the curvature of his defined jaw. When you’re done, you let out a deep sigh, shifting closer on his chest as you continue watching him.

Subconsciously, Hoseok’s arm around your back tightens, pulling you further into him. Nervously, you chew your lip, resting your head back on his chest as you listen to the steady beating of his heart. It’s loud in your ear, the rhythmic sound almost lulling you back to sleep. Your own heart aches, knowing that in mere hours he’d be far away from you, his heartbeat further than you could reach.

You love Hoseok. You are sure of this. You don’t know exactly when you had fallen for him, but somewhere between the intimate touches and the thrill of Barcelona, you had lost your heart on him. It’s foolish really, to have fallen for someone in such a short amount of time - someone you knew you were bound to leave. However, you hadn’t planned it. It had been completely spontaneous and involuntarily. Now, here you are, pining for a man that you will probably never see again.

A part of you wants to wake him up and ask him if he loved you the way you love him, if he was willing to be with you and only you. You have no idea what he feels for you or if you are just another notch on his bedpost. What if he replaces you the moment you were gone? The thought of you leaving Barcelona and Hoseok falling for someone else leaves a sour taste in your mouth. You are his. You wholeheartedly belong to him. Of this, you are sure. You could never love any man the way you love Hoseok, and your feelings would never burn for anyone the way they do for him, yet, a part of you wonders whether it was just the Barcelona air - the atmosphere was so inherently romantic that it would have been impossible not to fall for someone, right? You try to convince yourself of this, but when the ache in your chest deepens, you know you’ve failed.

The first light of day breaks over the horizon, the sky painted in different hues of the dawn. With a small sigh, you lift yourself off of Hoseok’s chest before leaning up and pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. You don’t miss the way your heart palpitates, pace quickening when his eyes flutter open and sleepy pools of chocolate meet your eyes. You’ll miss waking up to him.

“It’s almost time for me to leave,” you whisper. A part of you prays for him to say something, anything- for him to ask you to stay; for him to tell you he loves you. He doesn’t. Instead, he just nods, pressing a kiss to your forehead and holding you tighter. You let out a disappointed sigh before picking yourself up off of him and getting out of bed.

You pad into the bathroom before you begin your morning routine. Moments later, Hoseok joins you, dressed in nothing but his boxers. From the corners of your eye, you watch him. He presses a lazy kiss to your shoulder before reaching for his toothbrush and brushing his teeth next to you. Your heart grows heavy in your chest at the entirely domestic scene. You’ll miss early morning moments like these.

An hour later, you’re both ready. You quickly do a final sweep of the room, ensuring you haven’t left anything behind before following Hoseok out of the hotel room. You bite your lip and blink away the tears when you’re finally out. There are so many memories trapped behind the door: tender kisses and gentle touches between whispered words of sweet nothings. When Hoseok shuts the door, obstructing your view of the room, you let out a heavy exhale, knowing that you’d probably never see it again. Hoseok takes your hand in his, lacing your fingers together before rolling your suitcase.

The entire car journey, your hands stay held together, Hoseok expertly steering with a single hand. It’s dangerous - he probably shouldhave both hands on the wheel, yet neither of you really want to let go. Your eyes are downcast, focused on your joint hands, not wanting to look at the happy scenes of Barcelona. It’s a complete one-eighty flip from when you first arrived a whole week ago. Then, you had wanted nothing more than to lose yourself in the happy, almost exhilarating ambience of Barcelona. However, now that you were leaving, you didn’t want to take in the happy scenes or vibrant colours - not when you’re heart was aching.

The journey is long, minutes only lengthened by the sombre air, thick with emotion and unsaid words. You’re almost suffocated by how stifling the tension is and you cling onto Hoseok’s hand as if it were your last lifeline. When you finally arrive at the airport, you stare at it with blank eyes, not really wanting to leave. Except, you have to. Your life is in Seoul, not Barcelona. You have a job there, family, friends. You can’t abandon them all, even if you wanted to, even if your entire being is screaming, yearning for you to stay with Hoseok. You cannot, so, with a steely expression, you open Hoseok’s car door and walk out.

He follows you into the terminal, clinging to you almost like a lost puppy. Hoseok stays with you through the entire process, from when you check in your baggage right until the final moment before you have to pass security, lest you miss your flight. The entire time, his hand never leaves yours, gripping it tighter when the gates toward security near. Neither of you want to let go, though neither of you say anything to make the other stay. You shift nervously from one foot to the other, hiking your handbag further up your shoulder as you turn to Hoseok.

His eyes are intense. He looks at you, eyes laden with emotion. You’re sure your own eyes reflect the same. Once again, there’s so much at the tip of your tongue. I love you. I want you. I want to stay with you. Yet, none of them tumble out, your tongue tied. Hoseok lets go of your hand, your fingers flexing as they immediately miss his touch. Instead, Hoseok moves his both palms to cup your cheeks, pulling you in for a short, sweet kiss.

“I don’t think Barcelona will ever be the same without you,” Hoseok sighs against your lips, pulling away and resting his forehead against yours. Your heart grips at his words. He doesn’t think Barcelona will feel the same without you. Youdon’t think your life will feel the same without Hoseok. Somewhere in that short week, he had become a constant in your life, one you would sorely miss when he was no longer in it.

“I didn’t know what would happen when I booked that flight spontaneously. I didn’t expect meeting you, but you, Jung Hoseok, have been my favourite part of Barcelona,” you choke out earnestly, nothing but honesty in your voice. Hoseok’s eyes soften, and you feel the tears well up in your eyes. Once again, Hoseok pulls you in for a kiss. This time, it’s long and deep.

Automatically, your hands fist into the collar of his button down, pulling him closer to you. You pour out everything you feel into it, tongues laving against each other as you taste one another one final time. Moments later, Hoseok pulls away, his gaze flicking to the electronic board of flight timings.

“You should go,” Hoseok mumbles, his throat tightening, “or you may miss your flight,” he finishes. You can’t help the way your stomach churns or the way your chest caves in at his words, crushed under the weight of your heartache. Standing on your tiptoes, you lean over and press one final kiss onto the corner of his lips.

“Goodbye, Hoseok.”

“Goodbye, sweetheart,” Hoseok replies. You bite your lip, the pet name almost causes the tears in your eyes to fall. However, you stay strong, not wanting him to see you cry. Undoubtedly, however, you would miss the way he called you that.

Finally, you grip the strap of your handbag before turning and walking away from him. Your footsteps thunder, echoing in your eardrums as with each step the distance between you grows. The further you move away from him, the heavier your heart grows. The ending is more bitter than sweet, and as you’re passing the security gate, tears blur your vision. You turn back one final time, catching his eye. His gaze never leaves yours. He stands in the middle of the busy airport, hands in his pockets as he watches you. You smile ruefully and wave at him before passing through. When you finally get through security, the tears fall, little sobs escaping your mouth.

Hoseok watches you until the moment you disappear from his line of sight and out of his life. Then, he continues watching, waiting for you to come running back out and into his life, almost like the movies. A minute passes, then five, then ten. Finally, when almost fifteen minutes pass, he realises that you’re not coming back -that life isn’t a movie. With a stinging heart, he wipes at the tears pooling in his eyes before choking back a sob. When he turns away, walking away from security and out of the airport, his heart finally breaks.

You are gone.

Months later, you find yourself going through the motions of your life. Everything feels listless and monotonous. Your boss has become a lot less demanding, hiring a second personal assistant so that you don’t burn out. You are grateful, but it only means that you spend longer reminiscing about your short holiday - spend longer missing Hoseok. You miss him every day -miss him when you wake up without him next to you, miss his loud, boisterous laughter, miss the feel of his arms around you.

Today is one of your days off. Usually, you’d have your job to keep your mind occupied. Today, however, you’re feeling even more morose than usual. You sit in the quiet of your apartment, staring at the photo of you and Hoseok from that day in the park. If you try hard enough, you can still feel the ghost of his lips against your skin, and if you close your eyes, you can hear his hauntingly beautiful voice as he sings.

You stay seated on your sofa, unmoving, daydreaming about Hoseok and how beautiful he looked with the sun setting behind him. You would never forget his face. More importantly, you couldnever forget his face. You had carved him deep into your mind and held him even closer to your heart. You don’t know how long you spend lost in your reverie, but suddenly, you’re drawn out by a knock on your apartment door. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. You aren't expecting any guests, so you have no idea who it could be. You throw your phone down onto the sofa before padding over to the door, unlocking it. However, nothing could have prepared you for what, or who, is on the other side.

“Oh finally! Do you have any idea how many flats I’ve visited in the last week looking for you?” Hoseok admonishes. You can’t answer, instead, staring wide-eyed at him. You blink once, twice, and then three times before rubbing your eyes. Is he real or are you just imagining him? The sight of your shocked face has Hoseok finally calming down. He shuffles nervously as it finally dawns on him that he had finally found you.

“Hi,” he says shyly. It’s completely different from his initially loud words. Now, his eyes are full of hesitation.

“H-Hoseok? What are you doing here? Why are you here? How did you find me?” you stammer, completely in awe. Hope flutters in your chest. Had he missed you the way you missed him? Surely, that is the reason he’s here in front of you.

“Yeah… hi. Sorry, this is probably rude, and I know you weren’t expecting me to just show up but...” Hoseok begins, voice trailing off before he runs a hand through his hair. “I missed you. I miss you. I tried to forget you, I really did, but I just couldn’t. Barcelona isn’t the same without you. My life isn’t the same without you. I think… no I know I love you. I love you. When I came back to Seoul, you were the first person I looked for. It took me a while to locate you, but I finally found you!” Hoseok begins rambling, the words blurting out his mouth. You can’t really comprehend them, still stuck on the fact that he’s here right in front of you.

“I found you, and I was just… I was wondering if we could continue where we left off. I want you. I need you. So much. Please say something, you’re just staring at me, and I’m running out of words,” Hoseok finishes. His fingers fiddle nervously, and he shuffles from foot to foot. His words finally resonate in your head, your brain processing the meaning behind them. You don’t know what to say. This is almost like a dream come true. Hoseok is standing right in front of you like you had been wishing for the past months. However, you can’t help the hesitation that grips your heart.

“Hoseok… I love you too, but this isn’t Barcelona. We’re not on holiday. We have jobs and lives. I love you, but what if… what if our love was based on us being on holiday? We can’t just wander around Seoul fucking. There are so many things that could go wrong. What if we don’t have time for each other? You said it yourself: you travel the world every few months. How are we supposed to cope with not being able to see each other? What if, now that we’re away from Barcelona, the romance between us dies?” you breathe out, laying your worries out for him. Hoseok, however, barely hears the words past ‘I love you’. He lets out a large grin, and your heart quickens when his heart-shaped smile radiates all the warmth you had missed.

“You’re worried about the wrong things. I love you. You love me. That’s all that matters. Besides, what we feel is real. I know it. My feelings for you are as real as it gets. It’s been months, and I can’t stop thinking about you - can’t stop missing you -can’t stop loving you. We’ll figure things out slowly. Plus, romance isn’t a city. It’s the love we feel for each other. Romance is me and you,” Hoseok replies. His tone is completely steady and his words confident. There is not a single shred of doubt in his tone. A smile breaks out onto your own lips, so wide that it almost matches his.

Then with a kiss, you pull him into your apartment.

a/n: look!!! this one isn’t as sad as the other ones!!!! even though i seriously thought about ending this with them not getting together kenflke,,,, but please let me know what you thought! and if no one fell in love with suncity hobi then you’re all fake and don’t deserve rights

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