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syubseokie · 3 years

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morning ride (m) | jhs

― pairing: afab!reader x hoseok (jung hoseok) ― genre: smut, non-idol au, college!hoseok, one night stand au ― warnings: swearing, pwp, explicit sexual content, oral (f & m receiving), handjob, fingering, road head (pls do not actually give someone head while they are driving cus it is dangerous), outdoor car sex, excessive use of the pet name [redacted], praise kink, soft-dom!hoseok, protected sex (don’t be silly, wrap that willy kids!), multiple orgasms, slight exhibitionism, let me know if i forgot anything else ― summary: following the party where you and Hoseok meet, the two of you agree to grab breakfast at a nearby restaurant franchise. due to a maintenance issue, there is a thirty minute wait on your food so you agree to pass the time with some morning exercise OR the one where you give Hoseok road head and he repays the favour in an empty McDonald’s parking lot. ― notes: alternative ending to ‘can we talk’ | cross-posted on ao3

Hoseok’s lips are soft against your own and you melt a little inside. His hand tenderly cups the back of your head and pulls you a little bit closer to him, the pressure of his kiss indicating that he wholeheartedly approves of your decision. You moan when he licks at the entrance of your mouth and you grant him access immediately, circling your arms around his shoulders and threading your fingers through his silky hair.

You had never understood the sentiment “the world seems to disappear around you” until you kissed Hoseok and your heart briefly aches at the memory of your ex and the fact that it was something you unknowingly failed to experience with them. And, although you know your choices up until this point have been a direct result of you wallowing in your heartache, you decide that now isn't the time to do so.

Especially when Hoseok’s fingers trace the nape of your neck and send shivers down your spine.

The fact is, you’re heartbroken, hungry, and horny; three adjectives that you know should not be the dictating source of your actions but ultimately are. Besides, you rationalise, isn’t this what the college experience is all about?

“Do you think―mmph―”

Hoseok is the first to pull away, albeit reluctantly, and the pout on your lips shows that you very much disagree with him doing so. He laughs at your expression, tenderly running his thumb over your bottom lip. “We should probably get in the car―”

You raise your brows suggestively.

“Not like that, you perv.” He mockingly scolds. “But I distinctly remember saying that we were going to get breakfast and then have uninterrupted car sex. If we keep standing here,” he gestures to the house where the party is still going on, “We will definitely be interrupted. Unless you’re into that kind of thing?”

You playfully shove him before opening the front passenger door. “Don’t lie, Hoseok. You just want a free meal.”

“And I was trying so hard to hide it,” he jokes, sliding into the driver’s seat. “Any particular place in mind?”

“I could be keen for a bacon and egg mcmuffin.”

“Really? McDonald’s?”

“What’s wrong with McDees?”

Hoseok raises an eyebrow. “You just won five hundred dollars and you want to eat McDonald’s?”

You shrug. “I’m a simple person. Money doesn’t phase me.”

“Or you’re just a tight ass,” he mumbles teasingly, putting on his seatbelt.

“My tight ass is something I am very proud of, thank you for noticing,” you reply, also securing your belt. “Though, I don’t know if I appreciate the sarcasm. I guess you’ll be paying for your own breakfast then?”

“You’re breaking my heart, Princess.”

Unlike the first time, the nickname sends a tingle straight to your core. You tug your bottom lip between your teeth, hoping Hoseok doesn’t notice the way you’ve clenched your thighs together and the red tint flooding your cheeks. Unfortunately―or fortunately, you internally confess―he does notice and the chuckle that leaves his lips as he starts the car is dark and promising.

“Interesting.”

∞

The drive to McDonald’s seems to take far longer than your patience allows. But that can also be due to the fact that you’ve been playing with your hands in your lap since the drive began, in an attempt to distract yourself from Hoseok’s gaze as he drives. You are not sure how he does it ― focusing on the road but also glancing at you every so often with a hungry glint in his eye.

If you were to put your Poker winnings on it, you would bet that it isn’t food he’s hungry for.

However, the feeling is mutual. Despite the awkward twiddling of your thumbs, the thoughts that roam your mind are anything but innocent. Hoseok is so hot and the memory of his lips on yours is enough for the chemicals in your brain to send a signal to your throbbing core. The two of you have barely said anything, the low hum of a familiar reggae slow jam playing on the radio filling the silence, but the moment you lock eyes with Hoseok through your peripheral vision, you say to yourself “fuck it” and decide that the rest of the ride to the fast food restaurant does not have to be palpable with anticipated sexual tension.

“We’re going to play a game,” you announce with faux nonchalance and facing your body towards Hoseok. He arches an eyebrow, silently encouraging you to continue. “I’m going to suck your dick while you drive, and if you can hold off from coming until we pull into the drive-through, I’ll buy you breakfast elsewhere.”

“Is this a game or a proposition?” he laughs.

“To-may-to, to-muh-to.”

“Interesting…” he murmurs, eyes focused on the road. “I am one hundred percent into this, but what would be the point of us going to McDonald’s if I’m just going to win?”

You shrug, eyeing his denim-covered crotch hungrily. “Regardless of the outcome, I’ll get my mcmuffin and you’ll get road head. It’s a win-win situation.”

“Is uninterrupted car sex still on the table?”

“It never left.” Your hands inch over the centre console towards his thighs. Before you can put your hands where you want to most, Hoseok halts your movements with a gentle grasp of your wrist. You look at him questioningly.

“Are you sure?” His voice is soft and genuine. “I don’t want you to feel like I’m pushing you to do something you’re not comfortable with.”

You’re touched by the concern laced in his tone and verbally reassure him of your willingness. His breathing hitches and his knuckles clench around the steering wheel when your fingers graze his lap and you can’t hide the smirk on your face. “So,” you lean in dangerously close to his ear and purposefully lower your voice to a sultry whisper as your hand runs over the prominent tent his pants, “What do you say, Jung? Wanna play?”

“Fuck―yeah, okay.”

Grinning wickedly, you undo his jeans and Hoseok sighs loudly in relief when you free him from the confines of his briefs. His cock is warm and velvety in your hands, and what he lacks in girth he makes up for in length. You swipe your thumb over the slit of the red, leaking tip and when you taste him on your tongue, you can’t help but rush to put your mouth on him.

The sound Hoseok makes in response is low, deep and drawn out as he puts his free hand on the back of your head. His fingers thread through your hair, slightly tugging, and you moan around his cock in satisfaction.

“Oh sweet baby Jesus,” he whines, forcing his eyes to focus on the road. Your mouth feels so good around him and he is thankful that there is no one else on the road because he is driving way below the normal speed limit. “Fuck you feel so good, Princess.”

You hum happily as your head bobs up and down around his cock, your tongue dragging along the shaft. Your hand pumps what your mouth cannot fit and your eyes water every time his tip hits the back of your throat. Having him in your mouth is such a pleasant feeling and you try to imagine how he would feel inside of you, the thought being enough to make your panties even wetter. Drool leaks from the corner of your mouth and you use it to coat Hoseok’s cock with your hands. He tugs on your hair a little bit more and you moan again, the vibrations from your throat making him gasp.

“Baby,” he chokes, his eyes glancing between the road and the speedometer on his dashboard, “God, please don’t stop.”

You pull off with a ‘pop’, making him whine in frustration, and you take in your surroundings. “How far?”

“At the speed I’m going? Five minutes tops.”

“Think you can hold it?”

Hoseok catches his breath and eyes you with a raised brow. “Only one way to find out, isn’t there?”

You smirk and put your mouth on him once more, adding more vigour and urgency to your moves. Your hand moves in tandem with your mouth, licking and slurping all you can to bring Hoseok closer to the edge. His hand returns to your head and the sting from his fingers pulling your hair only drives you more to make him come. He curses loudly, grunting your name and struggling to not thrust himself into your mouth.

“Almost there,” he murmurs, and you’re not sure if he’s referring to the restaurant but you force him deeper into your mouth and swallow. The noise he makes is so fucking hot and it turns you on even more. You can feel him swelling inside of you and grin to yourself as you bob your head faster. He curses between clenched teeth, flicking on the indicator to turn, and in a final effort, you push yourself to take him fully in your mouth once more, gagging when he hits the back of your throat again, and swallow around him. Your eyes water and you struggle to breathe but the sound of him yelling “FUCK!” followed by the warm, salty liquid sliding down your throat somehow feels worth it. You want to smile, but instead, you concentrate on swallowing every drop of cum and licking him clean.

When you finally release him, he is staring at you in absolute awe and lust. You also note that you have pulled up outside of the McDonald’s drive-through.

“So,” you begin, wiping the corner of your mouth for any remainder of his spend, “I guess that means you lose, right?”

His eyes are wide and his breathing is heavy, and before you can say anything else, he pulls you in for a deep kiss, his tongue sweeping the crevices of your mouth and tasting himself. When he pulls away, the two of you are both breathless, your panties are soaked, and you note that he is semi-hard again.

“That,” he breathes, stroking your cheek gently, “was the hottest fucking thing I have ever experienced.”

You smile giddily and wait for him to tuck himself back into his pants before he proceeds to drive to the speaker.

∞

“W-who knew that―ohmygodohmygodohmygod―a twenty-four hour f-fast-food restaurant would―that feels so good―be closed at four-thirty in the morning for a s-scheduled maintenance clean―FUCK!”

According to the customer service rep at the drive-through window, they were still taking food orders, but there was a twenty to thirty minute wait on the food. Decidedly, you and Hoseok weren’t in any rush to eat, and being it that you won your little game in the car, Hoseok had no choice but to wait so you could get your mcmuffin.

Besides, there were plenty of ways you and Hoseok could pass the time in an empty parking lot. One of which included you lying on your back on top of the roof of Hoseok’s car with his head between your thighs, licking your clit and thrusting his fingers inside of you.

“Princess,” he purrs, bringing his head up with your juices glistening on his chin, “I know I said ‘try not to come’, but this isn’t exactly sexy talk for either of us.”

You pout. “But I don’t want to come.”

He smirks and drags the pad of his finger against your g-spot, and you arch your back with a sinful moan. “Are you sure?” You shake your head stubbornly, clenching your fists at your side, as you grind against Hoseok’s hand. “Because your body is responsive and it’s telling me that you want to come.”

“Want to come on your cock,” you mumble.

“What was that, baby? Tell me what you want.”

“I want to come on your cock,” you say a little louder with a pout. “Please?”

Hoseok smirks and bends down once more. “You will, Princess, you will. But first, I want you to come on my tongue.”

You cry out when his tongue makes contact with your clit again and you forcefully pull his hair as you grind your pussy against his face. His fingers are relentlessly thrusting in and out of you, a teaser as to what is to come, and you curse loudly when the combination of his tongue and fingers trigger a delicious feeling in the pit of your stomach. Your walls clench a little tighter, Hoseok smirks devilishly when they do, and your juices flow even more when you feel your climax building.

“Hoseok, I’m gonna―”

“Come, Princess.”

Your climax is explosive and heavenly all at the same time as you coat Hoseok’s tongue with your essence. Your toes and fingers curl as your orgasm courses through your body like a rush of adrenaline, leaving you panting heavily as sweat dots your forehead and pools at the nape of your neck. The feeling is prolonged with each swipe against your clit and every thrust of his fingers inside of you. The feeling is oh so deliriously glorious, but soon the pleasure collects into over-sensitivity, and you tap Hoseok’s head in surrender.

“Too much,” you stutter helplessly, wincing when he finally yields and withdraws his fingers from your soaking core. Wetness spills out onto the car and Hoseok watches in a trance.

“So fucking sexy,” he whispers before bringing his fingers to his mouth and noisily sucks on them. You’re embarrassed at the show he puts on but the look on his face tells you he isn’t finished with you. “Inside the car. Now.”

Sluggishly, with a hint of clumsiness, you manage to haul yourself off the roof of the car, ignoring the wet puddle you leave behind, and slide after Hoseok into the backseat. The moment you close the door, Hoseok is pulling you on to his lap and crashing his lips against yours. The act of tasting yourself has never been something you have personally indulged in, but you ignore the tangy taste of you on Hoseok’s tongue and focus on taking his clothes off. With his upper body bare, you pull back and rake your gaze over his lean muscles, appreciating his fit figure.

Not one to be outdone, Hoseok peels off your clothes and licks his lips seductively when he takes in the nude-coloured bra covering your chest. Self-conscious, you bring your arms to cover your chest, but he is quick to grab your arms and lace your fingers.

“Is this okay?” His voice is surprisingly soft, and you can’t help but giggle at the juxtaposition of events. “What’s so funny?” he asks, smiling.

“Nothing,” you reply. “I’m just laughing because not even two minutes ago you were telling me to come on your tongue, and now we’re sitting in your car, half-naked, and you’re asking me if this is okay.”

“I’m nothing if not a gentleman, Princess.”

You duck your head shyly. “So you’ve shown me.”

“Well,” Hoseok releases one of your hands and brings your gaze back to him with a gentle hand on your chin, “Let me show you just how much more of a gentleman I can be, hm?”

“Okay.”

Undoing his pants and pulling himself out of his boxers, Hoseok retrieves a gold foil packet from behind the driver’s seat pocket, tears it open, and expertly rolls the condom on before pulling you back onto his lap. Pulling your drenched underwear to the side, he guides you over his cock, coating his tip with your juices, then slowly slides you down onto him. The two of you groan at the contact, the burn deliciously igniting you inside, and when you’re fully seated in his lap, he sends you a dangerous smirk that has your walls clenching around him.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, Princess. You’re going to come on my cock twice before I finish, okay?”

“What’s in it for me?”

“Two mind-blowing orgasms?”

“How gentlemanly of you.” you deadpan.

“What can I say, babe,” he thrusts up sharply, and you cover your mouth with your hand to muffle your scream. “Ladies first.”

You find purchase on the top of the backseat as Hoseok pistons his cock in and out of you, his hands holding your hips. Erotic noises escape your lips when you roll your hips against his own. You’re a panting, moaning, wanton of a mess and Hoseok has never seen anything hotter.

“Christ, you’re so fucking gorgeous, Princess,” he sighs as he watches his cock disappear in and out of you, “Maybe I should start calling you ‘goddess’ instead because the sight and feeling of you bouncing up and down on my cock is nothing if not a religious fucking experience.”

You try to chuckle at the pun but the sound becomes a sharp whine when your clit grazes against his pelvis. Nonetheless, his words ignite a fiery burning of want and need to make sure that this is the best fuck of his life. Invigorated, you tell Hoseok to stay still before sliding off his hard member, discarding your underwear, and then with your back to his chest, you climb back on to his lap and use your hand to guide him back into you. Your juices make it easy to slide on, and the groan he releases mixed with squelching of your pussy when his cock drags against your inner walls is loud, making you grin widely. You ignore the burn in your thighs and use his knees as leverage as you rise and sink down on him. You hear him curse before you feel his hand on the clasp of your bra.

“Can I?”

You’re nodding, wanting to feel his long fingers around your hardened nipples desperately, and before you know it, he has undone the clip and you’re sliding your arms out of the straps and depositing the garment next to him. One arm comes to your chest and the other slides down towards your clit, and when both his hands make contact with their predetermined destinations, you gasp aloud and catch yourself before you fall forward.

“Hoseok―oh god!”

You tremble in his arms, willing yourself to keep moving your hips up and down but the feeling he creates with his fingers playing with your nipples and clit in tandem is so distracting and before you know it, your second orgasm is crashing over you in waves of euphoria.

“That’s it, Princess,” he coaxes huskily, still rubbing at your clit, “Soak my cock with your juices. Fuck―you feel so fucking good. Keep riding me like that, baby, it feels so fucking good.”

You whimper at the oversensitivity but obey, slowly riding out your high. When he feels you begin to sag forward, Hoseok gently removes his fingers from between your legs and lifts your body like you weigh nothing. He tells you to put your knees on the seat and lean on the centre console before bringing your ass up and slowly sliding back into you. You hiss at the slight stretch, a stuttered cry in your throat. He murmurs sweet words ― praising you for how well you listen, how pliant your body is in his hands, how good you feel ― with his hand resting on your lower back as he guides your lethargic form back and forth. You allow yourself to sink into the feeling of being used in this way, noting the exhaustion and relief is the most relaxed you have felt in months.

Steadily, Hoseok’s pace increases as does your breathing. You sob when he hits a particular spot that makes your toes curl in pleasure and you feel the sure-tell signs of an incoming orgasm. Your walls clench around his cock once more and Hoseok smirks.

“Are you gonna come for me, baby? Come for me one more time before I do?”

You nod fervently.

“Fuck yeah, come for me, Princess. You’re so fucking good for me, I know you can give me one more.”

His pace quickens and you bring your fingers to collect your dripping juices before softly rubbing at your bundle of nerves.

You are so fucking sensitive, but you want to come ― need to come.

“Yes, baby, touch yourself. Make yourself come. Please.”

The hitch in his voice and the stutter in his hips tell you that he is just waiting for you, ready to let go, and with only a few more circles around your clit mixed with the pounding of his cock, you come again; your walls squeezing him and triggering his release.

“Oh―FUCK!”

The curse word is drawn out in a long, salacious moan and his fingers grip your hips so tightly against his own that you hope they leave marks. Your orgasm is not as explosive as the first two, but it still courses through your veins and you are exhausted and satiated all the same. Your body slumps, sticky with sweat, and you pant heavily. You feel Hoseok softening inside of you and as he slowly pulls out, you ungracefully collapse against the backseat.

“That was―” you inhale deeply and close your eyes with a dreamy smile, “fucking incredible.”

You hear Hoseok laugh and open one eye to see him tying his condom and discarding it in a food wrapper. He reaches over into the glovebox compartment and pulls out a packet of baby wipes before turning to you. “Is it okay if I…” your eyes drift between his gaze on you and the wipes and nod. His hands are tender when he cleans you and you avert your gaze, noticing the car windows have fogged up.

“Looks like we pulled a Titanic,” you joke, pointing at the windows when Hoseok looks up.

“At least there’s no handprints on the window.”

The two of you laugh but are quickly interrupted by the sound of soft tapping on the driver window. You share a look of mild horror and quickly rush to put your clothes on. You note that your underwear are ruined, and with a knowing smirk, Hoseok swipes them from your hands and stuffs them in his pocket.

“No point in keeping them if you can’t wear them.”

You debate arguing the use of a washing machine, but remembering that someone is standing outside the car and you’re pretty sure knows what the two of you are doing ― or have done ― you decide that losing one pair of underwear will be less mortifying than what is about to transpire and climb into the front passenger seat next to Hoseok. With a final once-over to make sure you are decently dressed, your male companion clears his throat and winds the window down to see an employee holding your order with a bored expression.

Hoseok lights up in recognition and greets them with a cheerful “Hey Yoongi!” that makes you stare at him in bewilderment.

“You know him?”

“Of course! He’s my flatmate.”

You’re mortified at Hoseok’s unperturbed reaction.

The employee, Yoongi, rolls his eyes and thrusts the food towards Hoseok. “One bacon and egg mcmuffin combo, one hotcake combo, one hotcake on its own and an extra hash brown with two coffees?”

“Thanks, Yoongles. Did you throw in extra butter?”

The blond male snorts. “Fuck off. You have sex in the parking lot of where I work and you expect me to give you extra condiments?”

“To be fair,” Hoseok argues as he hands you the drinks, “I wanted breakfast at the diner down the road.”

“And yet here you are.”

Your cheeks are flushed an embarrassing red and you sink down into the seat. “Oh my god…”

Before Hoseok can reply, Yoongi walks away but not before throwing a “don’t forget I finish at six!” over his shoulder. The brunet male, however, is not paying attention as he begins to unpack the bag of food.

You shake your head incredulously. “We just had sex in your flatmate’s workplace parking lot.” You can’t find it in yourself to be mad when he hands you your food with a heart-shaped smile.

“Yoongi’s not bothered by it. The amount of times I’ve walked through the front door to the sound of him getting his dick sucked outweighs this one incident.”

“So...you’ve never done this before?” you internally cringe at how meek your voice sounds and take a bite of your mcmuffin.

Hoseok looks at you from the corner of his eye. “No, I haven’t.” The silence that follows is not awkward while the two of you eat, but he can see the gears turning in your mind. “Are you mad that I didn’t tell you my flatmate works here?”

You ponder his question for a moment, but you shake your head in response. “Not really. A little embarrassed, sure, but I guess it just adds to the ambience of this whole night. Makes for a good story to tell Taehyung later.”

You share a laugh and the rest of your meal is consumed with story-swapping and learning more about each other. When you both finish, Hoseok pulls out of the parking lot and you give him directions back to your place. The atmosphere during the ride back is comfortable and filled with idle chat mixed with the low hum of the radio, and when his car pulls up to your residence, the morning sun is starting to come up in the horizon. You see Taehyung’s car parked up and you internally sigh in relief that your friend is home safely.

“Thank you for bringing me home, Hoseok,” you say, undoing your belt.

“Thank you for hanging out with me tonight,” he replies with a wiggle of his eyebrows, making you laugh. “It was fun.”

“Definitely.” You climb out of the car, readjusting your clothes and remember that you’re not wearing underwear. Just as you are about to walk away from the car, Hoseok calls your name, and you look back.

“I don’t even know if people still give out their numbers anymore,” he begins, looking unsure of himself, “but would it be alright if I grabbed yours? Or some form of contact? Could even be a social media handle, it doesn’t really bother me. I would just really like to see you again. And I know that you’re still obviously processing a lot of things, but even if it means that we can just hang out like we’ve done tonight ― sex or not, if that’s what you’re okay with ― I think that would be cool.”

At this point, you know he’s rambling nervously.

“Plus, I have your underwear which, now that I say out loud, sounds kind of creepy and if it bothers you, I’ll give it back to you.”

“Give me your phone, Hoseok.”

A smile breaks out onto his handsome face and you melt a little inside. He hands you his cellphone and you do the rounds of putting your contact in his phone and then finding your social media account to follow yourself from his account. You pass his phone back and with a final wave paired with a “text me”, you turn and make your way inside. By the time you have settled in your room, after leaving a glass of water and two ibuprofen tablets next to a passed out Taehyung on the couch and then showering, there is a text notification from an unknown number on your phone.

Hey, it’s Hoseok. It was really nice to meet you.

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fin.

a/n: hiya!

the alternative ending is here! i have to say, this took a little bit longer to write due to a minor writing block and then trying to figure out how to write smut again ― hence my re-written edition of ‘jealous’ ― and then i got sick and had to give my body a few days to recover. all in all, i am really happy with this piece, considering it’s the first original piece i have written and finished in about a year and a half. writing smut is still a bit of a writing stretch for me but so far, i am enjoying the challenge. with that being said, i am still nervous to publish this, as i am with all my writing.

in terms of future work, i do have a few wips i am planning, some of which include re-written pieces of previous work and plans for a short series which i am excited about working on! if you would like to see what i have coming soon, feel free to check out my wips.

thank you so much for reading my work. I’m always open to thoughts and feedback, so feel free to drop a like, reblog or send me a message!

please look forward to my other work ♡

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aquagustd · 3 years

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Request: hobi × reader

Smut, fluff

Established relationship

Trying Cockwarming

Where he wants to try it, and tells her bc they re comfortable with eachother enough to talk about this stuff normally. She says yes but also says it when it starts to hurt kinda. It works at the end... And they're both happy :)

Tysm

close to me - JHS | M

pairing: hoseok x reader

genre: smut, fluff

word count: ~863

warnings/tags: established relationship, this is so so soft, strong language, mentions of sexual acts, explicit smut-cockwarming

a/n: felt extra inspired after I saw a video of his gorgeous hands.

∞

Your boyfriend hums happily as he makes his way back under the covers, settling next to you and pulling your sweaty body close, exhausted after the second round of passionate sex. The moonlight casts a dull glow through the sheer curtains, a light breeze making it dance in the air as you feel Hoseok’s fingers comb through the strands of hair resting on your back.

Sighing blissfully as you rest your cheek in the junction between his neck and shoulder, you open your eyes to see your boyfriend’s eyebrows furrowed, jaw set as he seems to be deep in thought. He’s out before you usually, and his pensive state makes you lift your head away from his body, index finger drawing a line down his jaw, to his Adam’s apple then resting on his collarbone.

His eyes flicker down to you, beaming at you when he notices you’re watching him.

Leaning down to press a kiss on your lips, he cocks an eyebrow in question.

“What’s wrong?” Voice above a whisper as you scoot even closer to him.

“Nothing, go to sleep baby.”

“I can’t,” you pout, his hand flying up to pinch your puffed-up cheeks, “something’s on your mind.”

He kisses your forehead, “don’t worry about it, sleep.”

“Now I have to worry about it, because it’s definitely something,” you place both your arms on his chest and rest your chin on the back of your hand, waiting for him to spill his thoughts.

“It’s just,” he smooths your hair down your back, fingers tracing the dip in the middle, “I want to be close to you.”

You let out a confused but enamored chuckle, “I am close to you, baby.”

“No,” he threads his fingers through your hair and intertwines your fingers with his other hand, your eyes fluttering shut at his touch, “I want to be even closer.”

Peppering kisses all over his chest, you move up to his neck to finally ghost your lips over his, “is this close enough?”

Your nipples are pressing into his body, weariness still weighing you down, but you’ll stop at nothing to fulfil your lover’s request.

He shakes his head, lips brushing yours at the action, loosening his grip on your hair to nudge your shoulder so that you’re lying down on your side, face still inches away from his. Your gazes are still connected and his seems to have a certain glint to them, one that makes your skin break out in a flurry of goosebumps.

“You have an idea of how close you want to be?” You question, a playful lilt in your voce as you run your palms down his chest.

He nods, lips pursed then opening and closing, leaving you a little curious as to what has got him so tongue-tied. You wrap your leg around his torso, rubbing your body against his, a small gasp leaving your lips when you feel his half-hard dick press against you.

“I do but I know you must be sore from earlier.”

You’re a little breathless, you’ve never done this before. You have seen it a few times while browsing the internet but you never thought it’d be one of your boyfriend’s fancies.

“You don’t have to do anything,” he continues, “I just want to be close to you.”

He repeats his request, and you nod, capturing his lips in a sweet kiss as you relax in his hold. You would do anything for your boyfriend, no matter how tired you are. He darts his tongue into your mouth and you moan, tasting what is no doubt, his original essence that makes your head spin.

“I can get the lu-“

“It’s okay,” you peck his cheek, hands coming up to cradle his face, “just keep kissing me.”

He nods again, lips moving over yours delicately, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth and swirling his tongue around yours, it isn’t long before you feel a fresh wave of arousal collect between your legs.

“Can I?” He breaks from the kiss, chests heaving as you brush his hair away from his face.

“Yes.”

His hand disappears under the covers, grabbing your thigh to secure your leg around his body then slowly pushing the head of his cock into you. It hurts a bit from how hard he was pounding into you earlier, but he’s gentle with the push.

You whimper and he grunts, pulling you into his chest once he bottoms out.

Once again you feel full, it’s a little uncomfortable at first, knowing that he’s there, digging into your walls but you melt into his embrace when you see his giddy smile. You can tell by the way his tongue keeps shooting out to wet his lips that he’s trying not to thrust.

After a few moments, you hear him let out a loud sigh, breath evening out as his warmth envelopes you. He was right, you feel so…close and attached to him, your heart soars as you feel the throngs of sleep slowly pulling you in.

“I love you,” he whispers into your hair.

You think you mumble a groggy ‘I love you’ back but his giggle reaches your ears.

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1 | play me like a toy [m]

title inspired by blackpink’s sure thing cover.

⟶ read the last part, all yours to enjoy, here.

muses. mafia heiress!reader x ex-mafia!director!hoseok

genre. age gap factor. chaebol-mafia family au. arranged marriage au. office au. modern au.

words. 5.8k

warnings. contains smut. mentions of gun use. mentions of cheating.

verse. knj. ksj. myg. kth. pjm. jjk. jhs.

synopsis.

sit still, look pretty.

such were the words your maid-turned-mistress of a mother has ever taught you. the mindless marionette mask worked for the most parts. but when you find yourself hanging by a thread - or is it the beeping line of your dying father’s heart rate monitor? - you decide it’s time to shed off that mask and seek han group’s infamous loyal dog that went off radar 17 years ago.

jung hoseok.

alternatively;

“marry me or be killed.”

“is there a third option?”

“we fucked but you were too drunk to remember so that option’s invalid.”

jung hoseok is in a dry spell.

there was no doubt as to whether he could score a date, get laid and maybe even have his nightstand to call him up again exactly the week after.

the issue was time.

with his boss and longtime friend getting married, he ends up coming to work with a different pile of papers on his desk every day. well, it was his idea to sign a promissory note that if kim namjoon ever found a woman he loved and married, hoseok would take half of the ceo-ly workload so his overbearing boss could enjoy his honeymoon and truly, as hoseok would put it, live.

the order went a little differently but namjoon found a hole in the way the sentences were worded that got him flying away to the caribbean and leaving hoseok to fend for himself in these trying times.

oh, and it’s almost hit the third month of the newly weds going mia.

in the first place, he didn’t think namjoon would hold the agreement over his head like he was flexing a few hundred thousand dollar’s worth of lawsuit.

but the man did just that and now hoseok is slaving over his nine-to-five which actually tend to drag on till ten or, if he’s lucky, even midnight. sure, he got promoted from head secretary to director but he’s wondering if this endless cycle of coming back home only pass out in the bed and wake up earlier than a parent with a toddler - is worth it.

hoseok groans, his hand grabbing around for his phone to put a stop on that obnoxious alarm even if it’s just for five minutes before he has to hear it again.

and grab something he did, but this so called phone feels too soft to be a phone and shapes like an cup but softer and - he puts more pressure to his grasp out of confusion -

“mhm, what the hell?”

- it complains in a groggy voice too.

almost as if pricked by a needle, hoseok leaps right out of bed, sending the duvet flying to the floor and revealing the naked woman - you - who’s stretching her limbs whilst her face scrunches in displeasure at the rude awakening.

“__-___?! wh-what the- what are you doing in my bed?”

“so you touched my boob,” you say, legs crossed and arms folded over said boob.

“i-i-” it’s the first time you’ve ever seen hoseok opened his eyes so wide - he has pretty eyes. especially when they’re brimming with fear and bashfulness, “i’m sorry, i have no excuse.”

he hangs his head low.

“why didn’t you touch the other one?”

it’s then, when hoseok’s eyes snap up to you, gaze searching for a sign - any sign, to confirm that he misheard that, does the man realize that you’re messing with him.

that, and you doubling over with laughter trickling out of your mouth should be affirmation enough.

“god, you should’ve seen your face, hobi!” you’re still holding your stomach when hoseok’s shoulders stiffen and his round eyes turn sharp.

“that’s not something you joke about, ___,” he says, it’s easy to mistake his sternness with anger if you didn’t know him your whole life, “are you gonna let it go every time someone disrespects you? mr. han would’ve snapped their neck in half-”

“hoseok, come on,” you cut him off with a dismissive hand, “none of those gory talks about snapping necks and pulling out nails. that’s the reason i end up here in the first place.”

it’s the way silence lulls into the room and hoseok looks at you with the hardest knitted brows and eyes that seem to have retracted his soul far back into his memories, as though searching for something - that makes your heart drop.

all sense of humor now gone.

“you don’t remember what happened last night... do you?” the last part is just an addition to ease your throbbing heart.

if you’d left it as a statement, it made it more real that he did forget.

just a man, sitting at a half empty bar, three shots of vodka in and hostility in his voice that could’ve killed but so very hoseok of him, “that seat’s taken.”

aloof. distant. and every word in the book that described a man who didn’t want to be bothered and he drowned himself in alcohol.

“i’ll leave once the owner comes back,” you’d slipped into the seat anyway, despite the heat of hoseok’s stare.

not paying any heed, you ordered yourself a margarita.

“it’s been awhile, hasn’t it, hobi?”

that’s when he turned to you. truly looked at you.

“do you perhaps have a little sister who,” his eyebrows began to knit as if the screws in his head started turning, “would be about your age by now... ____?”

you didn’t really catch up. all you could remember was hoseok’s calculative stare as he watched you down one drink after the other. the the chilliness of the margarita somewhat soothing the burning sensation as it went down your throat.

“that’s the fifth for you,” his large hand covered yours, stopping you from picking up the glass as he cautioned you.

“yeah? i’m only stopping if i have something else to occupy my mouth with.”

in his distracted state as he tried to make sense of what your words meant, you lifted the glass to your mouth and downed the last of your drink.

and then, you stood up, walked the tiniest distance between your seat and his, grabbed him by the collar and crashed your lips on his.

you remembered your confidence dissipating like air with every second passing without hoseok so much as responding to your kiss.

maybe it was the shock.

because one that passed, you found his arm around your waist and his lips kissing you harder than you kissed him.

you stumbled into your car, not caring if yeojun had a front row view from the rearview mirror of the things that transpired at the back seat. you barely remember the walk from the parking lot to his apartment.

those sweet whispered promises. the hands that burned your skin with every touch. those eyes that pierced right into your eyes, as if invisible hands reached into your soul and grasped it in his palm.

“mine,” hoseok husked, voice sending ripples of pleasure dripping down your legs. he’d thrust himself balls deep inside you, like a beast who hadn’t had a drop of water since the drought, “you’re mine from head to toe.”

if that wasn’t enough, he fucked you raw until you were at your limit and he’d just... stop.

“hoseok, why-” you’d been breathless, skin glistening with sweat and knees trembling to give in but he’d banded an arm under your torso and held you to him so your bodies remained connected even if none of you moved.

“you think i’d just let you cum so easily?” he placed a hand on your ass, as if warning you what would happen if you’d pull away, “after all these years... you grew up fine as fuck.”

he’d languidly pulled out of you, as if knowing how torturous it felt for you with his fingers on your clit that sent electricity through your veins.

“what is it, hm? is it the kang’s or is it the seong’s? i guess the rumor about boss being hospitalized was true,” his words barely registered in your mind as his index finger touched your back and traced down your spine whilst he started thrusting in and out of you agonizingly slow.

“please, just fuck me,” you’d hissed, pain and pleasure and frustrations mixed in your voice.

“hm, still as tight-lipped as ever, huh?” he’d sounded completely relaxed as if the smacking sound that echoed in the air as his body slammed against your deliciously - didn’t affect him in the slightest.

as if he took no pleasure in fucking you. as if this was only for your poor little soul that came running back to him because you had no one to depend on.

“y-you have to- ah! s-swear your l-loyalty to- oh my god,” it was last night, while the citylights poured through hoseok’s window, his room was directly across another apartment building.

“loyalty, huh?” he tested the words on his mouth, as if it was a foreign candy gifted to him as present.

his body feels hot against your back as he lowered himself flush against you, his breath fanning your sweat-glistened skin, his voice brushing the shell of your ear, “you should know i’m yours as much as you’re mine. nothing i wouldn’t do for you, kiddo.”

he’d used that nickname he’d used to call you as he fucked you into his bed, and sent you moaning his name like you wouldn’t know any other name.

anyone could’ve seen.

neither of you cared though.

well-

you throw your gaze out at the twenty storey building, noticing a man vacuuming the living room three units to the left from the unit directly across from hoseok’s. above him, two kids, a boy and a girl are jumping around while holding an airplane in their hands.

-until now, that is.

hoseok had become an entirely different person last night. no - rather, he’d returned to you as the man you’d always kept in that special spot in your heart and locked it up so no one would be able to see past your steel schooled expression and the devil may care nature.

“i...”

your gaze snaps back to hoseok once again. he parts his lips for the briefest moment, as if to say something but clamps them shut again. the way his eyes gleam with guilt is enough to tell you the unspoken words that hang in the air.

and yet, your heart hardens like the steel mask you often wear on your face.

“and... to think i gave you my virginity too...”

the silence that lapses between you is tangible.

“sike, i’m kidding,” you grin, brows rising to the ceiling but when hoseok doesn’t so much as laugh or frown - he simply looked at you like a parent disappointed of his child who still didn’t see why what she did was wrong - you tilt your head to the side slightly, “or am i?”

“ugh, you’re no fun,” you throw your head back after failing to gouge a reaction from the man who screamed bloody murder as if you’re some street rat that he was so close to calling infestation control.

“i need to meet mr. han,” he announces after a whole solid minute of sitting on the edge of the bed with feet planted on the floor.

“what for? what are you gonna tell daddy? ‘i’m sorry i took your daughter’s virginity, sir, it won’t happen again?’“ you watch him get up, tongue unconsciously slipping out and sweeping over your bottom lip as you watch the curve of his ass as he walks to the closet and disappears into it.

“were you really a virgin?” he comes out dressed in fresh crisp button down tucked in a pair of black pants, a contrast to his rolled up sleeves, creased shirt and disheveled hair from last night.

“i don’t know, did it feel like i was?” you shoot him a coquettish smile.

the gentle protrusion of his adam’s apple bobs up and down, his lingering gaze on your crossed, bare legs not going unnoticed by you. you’re donned in last night’s dinner dress that hugs your curves and stops mid thighs.

but his gaze is gone too soon.

“you’re not seriously going to daddy, are you?” you tug on his sleeve just before he steps out of the door, “hobi, i’m just kidding, i’ve been with multiple guys before you,” the way his brows threaten to knit into a frown doesn’t go pass you but it’s gone too soon, “and does daddy like the idea? he’s not fond of it, but he knows he can’t stop me from doing whatever i want with my own body.”

the beep of the door as he opens it rings in the air as he looks at you in the eye, “did any of those men work for mr han?”

only silence follows his reply as you bite your lower lip, hesitant.

“we can’t hide this- mr han might already know. he has eyes and ears-” hoseok steps out of the door only to stop dead in track when he sees at least half a dozen men lined up in front of his apartment in black suits.

“good morning, miss ____.” they bow at exactly 90 degrees angle like robots.

“-everywhere...” hoseok trails off, eyes scanning the area on high alert.

“don’t worry, they’re not daddy’s men. they’re my men,” you raise one hand, index finger pointing to the ceiling as you shoot them an expression void of any smile.

they seem to understand that as they dip into a bow again, the leader, yeojun, stops in front of the elevator when he and his men would have joined you in any other circumstances.

“it’s not about saving my own ass, ___,” hoseok begins.

the way his arms cross over his chest makes his sleeves wrap deliciously around his biceps.

his deep brown eyes appear like a hazel storm under the sunlight that pours from every crevice of the parking lot where the elevator stopped at. “mr. han asked me to protect you from everything and i’m sure he hired someone else after i left to keep trash men away from you... and to think i did exactly what he wanted me to protected you from-”

“hobi,” nimble hands hover over his chest before you gaze up at him through your lashes, making sure to give it a slow, innocent blink before speaking, “i didn’t regret what happened last night. and you trying to apologize for someone i’m not sorry kind of hurts.”

“i’m sorry i didn’t think of it that way...” he trails off, lips pressed in a straight line as though deep in thought.

“if it makes you that uncomfortable, i won’t talk about it but promise me this stays between us, please?” you hold up a pinky finger like you would when you were younger.

the smile that makes its way to hoseok lips causes your heart to palpitate just when it’s barely calmed down.

his pinky finger is much larger than yours as it hooks around yours in a promise, a ghost of a smile tugging on his lips. as if he’s still unsure if he should be making any promises. as if he’s unsure if he should be hooking his pinky with yours instead of pushing you as far away from him as he could. but before he can come to a conclusion, a voice reverberates into the air.

“miss ____.”

the sound of hoseok sucking in a sharp breath rings in your ear as a dozen men in black suits bow at the sight of you.

before another word comes out from anyone else, you speak, voice echoing against the walls.

“listen up you sons of bitches, if i find out any of you snitched to daddy, i’ll make sure your wife, your husband, your kids, your grandparents, hell even your neighbors pay for it. got it?”

a round of rigorous “yes, miss!” follows after the splitting silence that hovered after you finished.

turning around, almost getting lost in those pretty, star entrapped eyes of his, you smile, “see, they’re loyal to me.”

“uh, i can see why.” it’s the humorous tone that finally wraps around hoseok’s words that makes your heart clench painfully.

he’s still the same hoseok you know.

some things never change.

“well, i’ll lend you one of my cars,” you say all of a sudden.

almost as if hit by a foul ball, hoseok’s eyes widen, “shi- what time is it?”

you don’t expect much when you check your phone, the digits on the screen staring back with a 9-something am - you don’t care to check the details, “late.”

“fuck, i was so focused on gathering enough balls to meet mr. han - i need to get the papers i was supposed to look over for today’s meeting,” a string of curses follow hoseok’s scampering retreat. and you simply watch in your spot - he’s always been such a klutz, forgetting the important details and scrambling to get what he’d forgotten and just remembered - done.

before the doors of the elevator close and swallow him in its belly, hoseok’s nimble fingers slip between the shutting gap, making the doors split open again, “oh,” he says, as if remembering something, “you don’t have to do that - i can drive, i got a driver’s license like, eons ago.”

right.

when he left, he was only 18 and had nothing more but a duffle bag filled with all his belongings and an acceptance letter of the university he applied to.

hoseok had been driving you around everywhere before that. he got pulled over by a cop once but your father easily handled that.

jung hoseok’s been with you for as long as you remember.

you recall bawling your eyes out and clinging onto his leg, begging him not to leave because your nanny left and you found out a few months later that her body was found washed up along the river bank near her hometown.

mr. kim, the gardener quit and said he wanted to visit his kids but the whole family ended up dying in a fire.

everyone who left ends up dead.

pushing the somber feeling that’s threatening to pull the muscles in your face into a frown, you shake your head, an amused smirk tugging on your lips as you mask away every other feeling.

“you really don’t remember anything, do you?” somewhere in that innocently clueless gaze of his, you search for a lie - it would’ve been better if he lied about forgetting for whatever reason.

but when the genuinity over pours from those pretty eyes, you push away the gnawing feeling in your heart, “we were both shit faced drunk last night so we came to your place with my driver and you left your car at the bar’s parking lot.”

“oh shit,” he begins punching the button on the inside of the elevator, “i won’t take long, i pro-”

the metal doors gradually shut, cutting off what he was about to say.

“p-please, i’m sorry, i’ll do anything...” the man’s words got blurred out as you stare out the window of his medium sized flat with a master bedroom, a room and a bathroom connected to the common area.

it’s been a week since you met hoseok. you want to be mad that he doesn’t call, especially after not seeing each other for so long and finally reuniting only for him to forget everything about that night.

but you didn’t even give him your number and you may or may not be mad that he didn’t think to ask.

a bloodcurdling scream drums against your eardrums, making you physically flinch as your head snaps towards the man lying on the ground with his mouth wide open and no longer any sound coming out.

his head is titled at the new guy who’s standing over him with a baton gripped in one hand. the sight itself makes the pit of your stomach churn.

“god fucking damn it, yeojun,” you shoot a glare at the head bodyguard, “didn’t you teach him rule number 1? make no sound, catch no attention?”

at that, yeojun snaps his fingers and two of the bodyguards closest to the new guy - soon? soobin? was his name? - approach him. one of them places a firm hand on his shoulder whilst he kicks soobin behind his knee, sending him kneeling with a thud.

“i’m sorry, miss ___, it seems soobin,” ah so you did get his name right, “needs to join mr. yoo here in learning a thing or two about obeying orders.”

yeojun doesn’t even flinch when one of your donned-in-black bodyguard strikes one of their own at the back of his head with that baton they usually carry around their waist.

soobin’s face scrunches up painfully as he breathes out through his nose, teeth gritting together.

“you boys, break some things and you, get the car ready,” with that, the bodyguards hovering over the middle-aged borrower and soobin begin scampering around, toppling shelves over, pushing vases to the ground and breaking plates in the kitchen.

“you were too nice,” yeojun murmurs underneath his breath once you’re in the hallway, the sound of glass shattering and furniture breaking still echo off the walls.

“i shouldn’t even be doing this shit anyway. who does he think i am? sending me to take care of small fries...” agitated, you shoot yeojun a glare.

to which he only responds with raised eyebrows, as if asking if you’d go against your brother’s orders just because you’ve never liked to see violence yet violence follows you everywhere.

“let’s see.... richest bachelor, heir to han group, one of the biggest conglomerate family that runs the underground ring...” the black haired man starts counting off with his finger until you swing your purse to his side.

“which side are you on? me or my chanyeol’s?!”

laughter trickles down his lips as he follows you into the elevator. somewhere in the distance, the hallway faintly rings with the fading sound of mr. yoo’s helpless pleas.

when you arrive at kimcorp, the secretary shoots up from your seat, her smile is gorgeous and welcoming but the knitted set of brows above her eyes do a poor job of hiding her anxiousness.

odd.

you didn’t use the han name to get past the receptionist, only mentioning “hoseok is expecting me, tell him i have something of his he’d really like back.”

was it the lavish dinner dress? was it the couture handbag?

“ah, it’s the fox fur, isn’t it?” you twirl on your heels, lips curling prettily as you narrow your eyes at the startled secretary.

she’s standing there like a thief caught red-handed. as if her worst nightmares came true the moment you started saying something besides the “i’m here to see jung hoseok.”

“i-i’m sorry, ma’am?” her shoulders tense up and her smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

“nothing, it’s nothing,” you put on a billion dollar smile - one that she seems to be struggling to wear.

before the poor thing peed her pants, you turn around, your back on her and push on the double doors of the office with a white plate that spells out “head director jung.”

the syllables of your name roll off the mouth of the man behind the large desk that almost takes up half of the room, piles of documents stacked up on either sides while the middle section is cleared for a mac and a macbook perched directly in front of him.

“you sound surprised, didn’t the receptionist tell you i was coming?” you put on your best smile even as you watch him push a button on a smaller-than-a-palm-sized remote directed at the cctv and dash for the blinds and close them so that the secretaries facing his room won’t have any visual access to what goes on from now on.

“yeji didn’t specify who,” he says mindlessly, still peeking through the blinds - possibly to check if anyone noticed the sudden move.

somehow, hearing the name of another woman leaving hoseok’s lips doesn’t sit right with you.

“since you easily told her to send me right up, i assume you have an idea of who it was,” a devious smile tugs in the corners of your lips as the sound of hoseok sucking in a sharp breath brushes your ears.

as he was in the middle of turning around and facing you, you managed to catch him off guard and trap him between the window and yourself. the ridges of his toned abs brushing against your front torso with only layers of clothing separating you.

the warning tone he uses to say your name with is music to your ears.

he sounded like the old him. the old hoseok who’d drive his fist into anyone’s face without batting an eye. the old hoseok who would turn to your crying frame with the sweetest smile and hand you back your backpack that fell on the ground amidst the struggle of trying to bite and kick your kidnappers in the shin.

“i missed you, you know?” your voice is tinged with playfulness but your heart skips a beat like a schoolgirl with a crush.

“i-i... we...”

the words get stuck in his throat the moment your lips brush his. what surprises you is the softest sigh that leaves his mouth before a large hand buries itself in your hair, pulling you close until he’s tasting you. licking your bottom lip as if asking for something he didn’t need to ask for in the first place.

his free hand grasps your ass as if he’s been dying to feel your soft cheeks in his palm. you part your lips for him, tasting the faintest sense of cigarette in his breath.

hoseok tends to smoke when something bothers.

you hope it’s you. you hope he lays in bed at night, staring at the ceiling. you hope you’re all he thinks about.

by the time you pull apart, you’re both heaving for air. a soft thud drums in your ears as hoseok leans his head against the blinds-covered-window. you press your cheek against his chest, face hot.

one of his hands sits on top of your ass as if paying his overdue respect for your body but yet unwilling to let you go. the other rests on the back of your head, his thumb mindlessly caressing your scalp.

“hoseok?” you’re the first to break the silence.

he simply hums in response, “hm?”

“i can’t give it back,” you turn your cheek to bury your face in his chest, your voice coming out muffled, “i can’t give back your freedom.”

“so you’re saying you can’t let me go...” hoseok echoes the words you say to him.

but the way his lips curl into a pleased smirk and his white shirt creasing at the front from having your bodies pressed together a moment ago, gives those words a different meaning than you intend them to.

somehow, the distance between you seems smaller.

“thanks miyeon,” hoseok’s smile switches to that of a kind, considerate superior.

miyeon, the woman who guided you to hoseok’s office returns his smile. but you don’t miss the cautious gaze she throws your way before slipping out of the room after setting down the tea cups.

he’s back to himself. the kind that jumps at every little sound and tends to wear a frightened puppy look almost too often.

“no, rather...” you trail off, chanyeol’s face burning at the back of your mind - your brother, the heir to han group and the man that will marry you off to the kang’s in order to mend the strain in the family ties as soon as your father breathes out his last breath.

you shake your head, a smile on your face, “it’s been awhile, how bout catching up over lunch?”

and so it goes, you visit hoseok every few days in a week. at times you tell the secretary to keep your visit a secret so you could surprise him, you’d end up catching him neck deep in work yet he still manages to pull off the rolled up sleeves, two buttons undone and slicked back hair with a single strand falling over his forehead, its tip grazing those set of strong eyebrows.

when you knock, he looks up and the tension in his brows seem to fade away. he shoots you a dimpled smile as if he’s been waiting for you to whisk him away from work.

and you do just that. arm looped around his, you both walk out of his office like lovers.

hoseok talks about his past - the one you’re not part of - fondly. as if looking through a lense of something he never dreamed he could have.

at first, he attracted the wrong kind of crowd with his permanently set furrowed brows. but then he finds things he enjoys doing outside of classes that he couldn’t get to enjoy when he was with han group.

dancing, tracks, boxing and more. he likes that rush of adrenaline that courses through his veins.

and you tell him about the meetings and gatherings and social events to maintain your relationships with the vassal families. they’re usually attended by the women of the han family which means you and han chohee would be smiling and laughing together in front of the wives and daughters of the vassal families before taking off that loving step-mother-and-step-daughter facade once you walk out of the vicinity.

your lunches and dinners are spent with trips down memory lane, filling the other in on the moments each of you miss in each other’s lives. and for a moment, the hoseok in front of you who flinches at the sight of bugs and little, random noises feel familiar.

that is, until you hit your one month reunion mark.

chanyeol’s been gathering support of the vassals by personally accepting their invitations.

his presence easily overshadowed yours and yeojun confirmed that your father’s condition isn’t getting any better.

“i need you to come back and work for me, half of the men would drop everything and follow you,” you stare at the girl staring back at you on the surface of the tea. she bites her lips and you feel the faintest taste of blood in your mouth.

eyes snapping to his calculative ones - as if he already knows what you’re going to say before the words even pass your lips, “i need you by my side so i can take over han group.”

the hoseok sitting in the single couch next to you with parted legs and feet planted on the dark carpeted ground fits the head director setting better than the inked skin, cigarette smoke and gun-in-waistline setting you’re about to drag him in.

“you’re willing to go against chanyeol to become the head of the family?” he asks, eyes clouded with a sort of emotion you can’t pinpoint.

hoseok’s always been an enigma. his mind, a maze you’ll never end up figuring out.

guess that part of him is still the same.

“it’s not a choice for me to make,” a clean click! resonates in the air as you place the gun you’d pulled from your garter, point facing him, index finger on the trigger, “you have two though.”

it’s the way his eyebrows rise whilst his eyes glint with amusement tells you that hoseok - your hoseok - is still somewhere in there.

throw a sane man into an asylum and he’ll start going insane. put a mad man back in society and he’ll trick you into believing he’s sane with his warm, dimpled smile.

“marry me or be killed,” you say simply.

that amused glint is still there, granted, it shines faintly compared to the caution that overflows from those sun-hit brown eyes as they fix themselves on the gun perched on the see-through coffee table before they travel to your knuckles, to your arm and meet your steel gaze.

his the softest protrusion of his adam’s apple drops and rises again as he swallows, “is there a third option?”

“we fucked but you were too drunk to remember so that option’s invalid.”

the air is dense with tension. it fills up your lungs and almost causes your chest to cave. you’re not sure how long to stay there, stiff and still like a rock with your back straightened as if your etiquette teacher was hovering right behind you with a long, wooden ruler that’d be ready to strike your arm at a slump of your shoulders.

but liberation comes to you in the form of a phone call.

“___, we have to go, th-the boss- the doctor says he’s not gonna make it through the night.” it’s the first time you’ve heard yeojun stammer as if he hasn’t quite yet recovered from the shock of the news he’s relaying to you.

“are you sure?” you can almost hear the thump of the organ in your chest slowing down before it ceases to throb completely, “you know how bad chanyeol wanna fuck me up, he could’ve made the doctor tell you this because he knows you’ll tell me and if... if i rush there and daddy’s laughing that obnoxious laugh while trying to make pass on the nurse like he usually does...”

yeojun grunts, “yes, ___. i have men planted there as patients, nurses, janitors and they all say the same thing - that the doctors are rushing to the vip ward and they’re trying to make it look like your usual hourly check up but it’s not... look, this is the real thing. if we mess up, there won’t be another chance. now, did you convince hoseok to come back?”

almost as if reminded that you’re not the only person in the room, your eyes snap to hoseok whose eyes are already fixed on you with a concerned expression.

“he’ll come back.” with that, you hang up the call.

“i’d love for you to think it through for a few days, realize this isn’t really a life you want and come to me on your own to sign our prenups,” you say casually, placing down the teacup and slipping your phone back into your handbag as if you’re getting ready to leave the tea party, “but...”

but before you can lift the gun and fully point it at him, a large hand covers yours. his warmth seeps through your pores and makes your body feel warmer.

“the gun’s a bit excessive,” his breath fans your face as your eyes fix on the supple skin of his neck.

it’s as if invisible hands reached out and held your head in place, forbidding you from tilting it and gazing into his eyes. his fingers reach over the back of the gun, grazing your hands.

a click cuts through the silence.

“at the very least, unlock the safety,” his teasing tone doesn’t match his saddened eyes.

and just as you thought you’d closed the distance between you and him, the circumstance forces you to take five steps back.

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yeoldontknow · 3 years

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the light keeper’s daughter | jhs (m) ↠ teaser

↝ Pairing: lighthouse keeper!hoseok x goddess of light!reader (oc; female) ↝ Genre: soulmate au; secret relationship au; gods/goddess au; mentions of arranged marriage; heavy angst; smut; romance; pining ↝ Rating: NC-17 | 18+ ↝ Summary: For years, you’ve kept your relationship with Hoseok a secret. As the daughter of the God of Light, you are destined to marry anyone who slays the beast in the Gloaming Isles in your honor. When that day finally comes, you go to Hoseok to tell him your relationship must end and you are set to be married. One last time, Hoseok reminds you no one will love you as eternally, as enduringly, as he. ↝ Warnings: explicit sex; explicit language; pregnancy; unprotected sex; creampie; clit biting; masturbation; pain kink; size kink; overstimulation; some light degradation; dirty talk; cum play; panty sniffing; crying; biting; marking; scratching; brief mentions of blood ↝ Word Count: projected - 14k | teaser - 1.2K ↝ special thank you to @jamaisjoons for this amazing banner! ↝ full fic coming july 31

‘Hoseok.’ The quiver of your bottom lip disrupts the cadence of his name, besmirching it to little more than a sob.

Sucking air through his teeth, Hoseok leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours as his eyes fall shut. At such close proximity, you study the almost feminine length of his eyelashes, the pores of his skin, and wonder who or what god or demon you could barter with to stay inside him forever.

‘You’re supposed to be mine,’ he whimpers, the sadness welling up in him like a mountain. ‘You are mine, but…I will always be yours. Even when they untie us, I’ll be yours. They can’t thread me with anyone else. I don’t think my soul will allow it.’

Unable to sustain it any longer, your desire for him rises to a swell, erupting beside your sorrow - just as fervent, and even more unyielding. His words are a comfort, an echo you will revisit over and over when you have long departed, but your skin has learned how to ache for his touch, learned how to anticipate the way he moves over you like water, and you need it. You need him.

The rest of your pitiful existence looms out before you, days and months and centuries passing without Hoseok to hold you and keep you, and you despise the very notion of it. You rebuke it, refusing to let yourself continue on without knowing how it feels to have him. Tonight, you do not want him as your lover.

Tonight, you want him as your husband.

‘Kiss me,’ you announce, guiding his forehead away from yours, skin prickling with the lack of his warmth. ‘Kiss me like it’s our wedding. I -’ The tightness of your voice steals your breath, words hot and heavy in your mouth as you say them. ‘I want to know what a marriage bed truly feels like. I want to know what our marriage bed would be like.’

Mad with an unbearable passion, no longer contained, Hoseok heeds your words and lets his tongue wander over the seam of your lips. You cling to him, clutching what you can of his shape, his body, and you sigh in woeful euphoria, granting him unspoken entry to the recesses of your mouth - but he does not enter. Your lover has always been disobedient, reckless in the evening when your skin and your lips and your heart are presented to him, and tonight he is no different.

Tonight, he scorns the hour, taking his time as he traces over your cupid’s bow with his tongue, rendering the turn of the earth meaningless. The heat of his breath tickles your skin, a cascade in which you luxuriate, and your eyes, blurred by the urgency of your desire, lose all sense of your surroundings until there is only Hoseok.

Hoseok - on you, around you, all over you, the rain and the wind all at once.

Only when he has had his fill of your lips does he press the whole of his mouth against yours, sucking languidly at your bottom lip. Skin growing tight, you keen into his kiss, consumed by greed. Slowly, he moves his hands down and down, letting his fingers trace indeterminate lines over your cheeks, your jaw, your bones until they rest at your neck. With his palm over your pulse, he holds you still, his touch a fever, his touch the sun, radiating deep into the caverns of your heart.

Filled with him, you think. Absolutely alive with him, Hoseok lets his palm cradle the tether of your life until you are certain he is the oxygen made to sustain your mortal form. You, living and breathing, are little more than remnants of departed touches, composed entirely of his affections, his affirmations, his adoration.

So, too, do you kiss at him, battling against him for any semblance of permanence, demanding that you be remembered. Feeling you writhe against him, insistent in your need for closeness, he hums in pleasure, a musical sound that traverses your synapses with unhurried ease. Gooseflesh raises on your arms, either by a passing breeze or the way Hoseok leans in, harder, rougher, all manner of dominance in the way he so desperately seeks to have you, and you shiver, delighted by the peak in your senses; delighted, fundamentally, that you will commit every moment of this last evening to bodily memory.

Willing to be devoured, you surrender to him, feeling arousal leak from between your folds as though his savagery has given it permission to spill over. It soaks into your underwear where you briefly mourn the fact that it will not coat your thighs, not yet, and that Hoseok must wait to see how easily you could paint yourself in your wanting. Like always, he anticipates you and ardent your longing; perceptive and always acutely aware of the way you have grown wanton. depraved by the strength of his kisses alone.

Hoseok eases his hand to the back of your neck, determination apparent in his grip, and guides you forward to rest in his lap. Letting your legs settle on either side of his thighs, you straddle him, unwilling to break any contact he has with you, your skin, you, your hands on him. You come together like a cataclysm, the burgeoning tip of his erection firm and stubborn where it presses against your core, assertive and tantalizing even beneath the fabric of his trousers.

It’s lewd the way you crave him so deep inside you, jaw dropping as your mouth opens wide to gasp in delight. Hoseok wastes no time in letting his tongue glide against yours, explorative and eager, utterly deliberate in his stroking. Slowly, the tips of his fingers move from your neck to your hairline, ever deeper and ever more intrusive. A low chuckle rumbles in his throat as he runs his tongue over yours, grazing the roof of your mouth before he forms a fist in your hair and tilts your head back, swift and aggressive.

All at once he pulls away, face hovering just centimeters above yours and gaze hooded as he explores your lustful expression. A flush creeps into your cheeks, the control he has over the flow of your blood is always surprising even if it is to be expected. Hoseok seems pleased, evident in the familiar way his eyes have become blackened by the force of his yearning and the smile that has worked its way into the corner of his lips, a secret for only you to discover. He takes a pause, disregarding his haste, to regard you: your parted lips, your heated cheeks - a fire that has spread itself over your chests and breasts.

‘You are a vision of sin,’ he murmurs, cocking his head to the side and tightening his grip in your hair. ‘What would all the gods say?’

Your own nails scratch tenderly into his scalp, gripping his hair to mirror his hold on you. Futile, you know. The strength in Hoseok is silent, a gift that makes him appear merely pretty until the seat of his power is fully revealed, a fortitude you could never mimic.

You swallow, preparing to speak, and watch the way Hoseok studies the movement of your throat. ‘They would call me a harlot.’

His gaze returns to yours, an otherwise thoughtful look turned menacing by the terror of his passion. ‘And are you?’

Tongue heavy in your mouth, you struggle with the few words you can manage. ‘They will make me out to be,’ you affirm slowly, poignantly, ‘and it will be your fault. You’ve made me a slut.’

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xjoonchildx · 4 years

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guarded | jhs x reader | chapter six: no one but you

summary: you’ve tried to separate yourself from your infamous crime family, but a new case has your carefully-constructed world crashing down around you. now you have to figure out how to heal old wounds and handle the new man who enters your orbit.

pairing: hoseok x reader

genre: mafia AU, E2L, slow burn, tsundere, smut

rating: 18+

word count: 5.6K

A/N: i sincerely hope you guys like the way this ends, it’s always so nerve-wracking to end a story! the epilogue to this story is posted as well and linked. thank you to every single person who sent sweet messages of support it means the world to me. SMUT WARNINGS APPLY IN THIS CHAPTER: oral (m/f), unprotected sex (only in fiction y’all) and hoseok thirst.

of course, i cannot post this story without shouting out some of the most supportive, killer people on this site. you guys truly mean the world to me @ladyartemesia @ppersonna @taetaewonderland @hobi-gif

Chapter 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | EPILOGUE

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There are perks to being the boss.

For Namjoon, it means calling the shots on the streets from his office in the sky. Rarely does he leave the climate-controlled comfort of his pristine headquarters to get his hands dirty in the day-to-day business of the organization he runs.

Tonight, he’s making an exception.

Yoongi drives. Like a bat out of hell, as always.

It’s a thirty-minute ride from downtown Seoul to Incheon Port without traffic but Yoongi is on pace to finish it in just twenty. Hoseok watches the lights on the expressway speed by from the backseat. He tries hard to focus on the information Namjoon shares, the details he’ll need in order to ensure he doesn’t put himself or anyone else in danger tonight.

But fuck, it’s so hard to concentrate with the taste of you still on his lips.

He scrubs a hand down his face and takes a deep breath. He forces himself to push the memory of your body in his hands and your skin in his mouth and your voice in his ear to the corner of his mind.

Then he goes over the information again.

Namjoon wants to be in place at least ten minutes before the scheduled meet so he can figure out what’s going on before the Ssijog knows he’s there with his men.

He wants guns to stay holstered unless he gives the signal.

He wants --

“You must have really scared the shit out of that guy, Jung,” Namjoon murmurs from the front seat. Hoseok snaps back into focus to search for his boss’s reflection in the side mirror and finds Namjoon already looking at him. “He’s been blowing up his contact since last night, begging for personal protection.”

“He’s lucky I didn’t do worse,” Hoseok shrugs. “I certainly could have.”

“Oh, of that I have no doubt,” Namjoon agrees. “Someday you’ll have to tell me the story of how you managed to be outside of his apartment when his handler picked him up. Here I was, under the impression you had the night off.”

Hoseok swallows thickly.

“Just doing my job.”

There’s a twist to Namjoon’s mouth that Hoseok can’t read and it puts him on edge.

“Well, I must thank you for your dedication to your job,” Namjoon continues. “You’ve really gone above and beyond the call of duty for this assignment.”

Hoseok looks away from the mirror. “Yeah, sure,” he says quietly.

The car falls into an uncomfortable silence.

Yoongi clears his throat.

“So anyway --” he announces loudly, “-- Jimin and Tae were able to track Kang’s texts through some internet bullshit they mess around with. Apparently dude flipped out after you left his place and wouldn’t let up until his handlers agreed to meet him tonight.”

“At Incheon Port?” Hoseok asks, glad for the redirect. “That’s a hell of a drive for a chat.”

“My thoughts exactly,” Namjoon says under his breath.

The car falls silent once again.

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Mun Kiwoo has a reputation for being messy.

The man at the top sets the tone for the organization, and Mun is no exception. His men are known for their brutality, his deals often go south, and by most accounts his syndicate is hanging on by a thread.

But it’s still hanging on.

Namjoon, Hoseok, and Yoongi watch quietly from their vantage point behind a shipping container as Mun waits in the dark, cigarette in hand. He looks like an unmade bed -- shirt rumpled and half-tucked into his wrinkled dress pants. He lights one cigarette off of another as he answers a series of calls on his cell.

His agitation seems to rise each time it rings again.

Hoseok takes stock of the two guards Mun has at his side tonight. They’re bulky men with huge arms and round bodies -- the kind of guys who look dangerous due to sheer size, but would be slow to respond in a physical fight. Namjoon holds up two fingers to confirm they’re the only men with Mun and Hoseok nods.

Headlights bounce off the pavement after a few more minutes of waiting.

A black car pulls up close to the water’s edge and Mun Kiwoo ends his call just as he lights another cigarette.

Kang Donghyuk is the first out of the car, followed closely by his Ssijog handler. Kang is dragging his ass and even from a distance, Hoseok can make out the bandage over the side of his face.

Hope it hurts, motherfucker.

“Mr. Kang,” Mun Kiwoo’s voice is clear now, loud enough for all three men to hear. “You have been rather insistent about this meeting. I’m a busy guy. What do you want?”

All three men strain to listen to Donghyuk’s response, but it’s too muffled to catch. Yoongi brings his hands to his throat to make a choking gesture. Can’t hear shit, he mouths. You choked him too hard.

Hoseok rolls his eyes.

“That sounds like your problem,” Mun laughs in response to whatever Kang has said. “Not mine.”

Donghyuk gestures wildly as he tries to make his case, likely pleading for the protection of the Ssijog. Mun Kiwoo looks unmoved.

“I’m not interested in causing any more trouble with the Gajog, Mr. Kang. This entire situation has been a means to an end. Stirring more shit with Kim Namjoon is not in my best interest.”

Namjoon signals to Yoongi and Hoseok that it’s time to move. All three men step out from their cover behind the shipping container, hands in front of their bodies to demonstrate none are holding their weapons.

“Fucking hell,” Mun Kiwoo groans when he spots them. “I don’t have time for this shit.”

His guards bow up at his side, both men reaching for their guns. Mun has the good sense to raise a hand and stop them from pulling their firearms -- which keeps Yoongi and Hoseok from doing the same. All of the men face off in silence for a moment, each side waiting to see if the other will do something to break the fragile peace.

Kang Donghyuk whines under his breath and Hoseok shoots a warning glare at him. He drops his gaze to the ground and shuts his mouth.

“You say you don’t want trouble with me, Mun and yet --” Namjoon snarls, “-- you have this piece of shit working my sister. Explain.”

“You know how these rich boys are, Kim,” Mun chuckles. “They develop a bad habit -- or in this idiot’s case, two -- and daddy’s money isn’t enough anymore. They’re easy to buy.”

Donghyuk looks from Namjoon to Mun, panic in his wide eyes.

“They’re trying to kill me,” he rasps.

“So what?” Mun laughs. He smiles wide to reveal a mouth like an abandoned graveyard, teeth broken and scattered. “This guy thinks we’re friends,” he jeers, jerking a thumb in Donghyuk’s direction. “He’s too stupid to figure out that he served a purpose and now he doesn’t anymore. Simple as that.”

Namjoon sucks in a breath with obvious irritation.

“I’m still waiting to hear what any of this shit has to do with my sister.”

“Ah, yes,” Mun says, stubbing out his cigarette and getting back to the task at hand. “Listen, I don’t have anything against your sister personally, okay? Lim Joowon is my son and I want him back. He can’t spend the next 15 years behind bars. You understand that, right? Doing whatever it takes for your family?”

Namjoon utters a curse under his breath.

“I’ll give your sister some credit, though -- she’s tenacious. I thought she’d give up after we took her digital files,” Mun admits. “Instead she’s cost me a hell of a lot more money. I’ve had to start cutting a lot more checks to ensure this shit goes away.”

“She’s not the type to roll over and play dead, Mun,” Namjoon growls through gritted teeth.

“The pigheaded gene runs in the family, huh?” Mun grins. “Look, let me level with you Kim, man to man. I don’t even need your sister at this point. I’ve paid enough people to fuck this case from the inside out. But I won’t lie, she is my insurance. If any of the higher-ups start asking questions about why this case fell apart -- who better to point the finger at than the sweet young prosecutor with the dirty family connections, hmm?”

Namjoon tenses, hand reaching for the gun at his side. Yoongi stops him with a muttered warning.

“None of us give a fuck about what happens to your son, Mun,” Namjoon says. “What I have a problem with is you sending that piece of shit --” he points at the trembling Kang Donghyuk, “ -- into her fucking home. Invading her space. You crossed a line.”

“You’re right,” Mun agrees lightly. “It was rude. Uncalled for. I’m gonna apologize for it right now.”

He pulls his pistol from his side and the sound of clinking metal bounces off the shipping containers as everyone pulls their guns. Hoseok trains his pistol directly at the shaking Kang Donghyuk and silently prays for the chance to pull the trigger. Mun Kiwoo’s gun is pointed at Namjoon and Namjoon’s is pointed right back.

Then Mun’s face lights up with a bizarre smile. He swings the point of his pistol in the direction of Donghyuk and pulls the trigger twice.

Donghyuk sputters as he falls to the floor.

Hoseok and Yoongi exchange looks.

Namjoon stares at Mun incredulously.

“What?” Mun’s nonchalance is comical. “You wanted to do that too, right? Besides, that guy owes everyone in the city money. I promise you, his own mother won’t even miss him.”

“Jesus,” Yoongi mutters under his breath. “This guy is fucking nuts.”

Mun puts his pistol away and his men follow suit. Namjoon signals for Yoongi and Hoseok to do the same.

“Consider that a goodwill gesture,” Mun says breezily. “An official apology from me, to you. And please pass along my consideration to your sister. Please assure her that none of this is personal. But I will make sure my son stays out of prison. And like it or not, she’s going to play some kind of role in that.”

Namjoon stares off into the water.

“I can’t control my sister, Mun. She makes her own choices,” he says after a moment. “But let me be clear, this is the first and last polite discourse we’re going to have about this situation. I don’t want you, your goons or any --” he glances at the bleeding pile of Kang Donghyuk on the floor, “-- paid help going near her. Not in her office, not in her home. Nowhere. Are we clear?”

Mun Kiwoo lights another cigarette and smiles wide, the space in his teeth prominent against the gleaming ember hanging from his mouth.

“Crystal.”

On the way back to the car, Hoseok hears the heavy splash of Kang Donghyuk’s body hitting the water down below.

He shuts his eyes against the rush of pleasure he feels as he climbs into the backseat.

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YOU

Something isn’t right.

You stare at the empty seat across the conference table -- the one where Hyejin normally sits -- and something twists in your gut. She’s out sick today. You can’t even remember the last time she took a sick day.

All morning, you’ve tried to convince yourself that it’s no big deal. That you’re working yourself up for nothing.

But Donghyuk is out today, too.

Vaguely, you register the sound of your boss’s voice at the front of the room. Any minute now, you’ll be asked to brief the team on the status of your case, but you can’t think straight. You can’t focus on anything but the feeling in the pit of your stomach that something is wrong.

Your thoughts race back to last night, back to your brother taking his men away for business in the middle of the night.

Back to Hoseok.

You try not to think about what it felt like to have his warm body pressed against yours. The way he smelled like fresh laundry and spice. The way you unraveled the moment he touched you.

Your phone pulses with an incoming text.

namjoon: i’ve asked jungkook to bring you to the office tonight after work [ 1:25 PM ]

namjoon: a lot to discuss [ 1:26 PM ]

Your brain grinds to a halt as you stare at the messages.

It’s like everything is wrong and everything is right, all at the same time.

“Miss. Kim?”

You look up to see your boss staring at you, one expectant eyebrow raised. You take a deep breath, line up your papers and stand to take your place at the front of the room.

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The sense of déjà vu that hits you as you make the long walk across your brother’s office is nearly overwhelming. This is exactly how this entire mess began weeks ago -- with you summoned to see Namjoon after hours, with Yoongi and Hoseok flanking him on either side.

But there is one thing different about tonight.

When you briefly lock gazes with Hoseok as you make your way to Namjoon’s plush chair, there is a warmth behind his dark eyes you can see from a distance. It’s a complete contrast to the first time you ever saw him, when you thought you could freeze to death from the ice in his glare.

You look away before anyone can catch the flush working its way up your neck.

“Thank you for coming tonight,” you brother begins evenly. “I finally have some answers for you about what’s going on.”

“Well, I’m ready to hear them,” you exhale, taking a seat. Your eyes drift over the papers strewn scattered across his desk.

“We’ve learned that the reason the Ssijog want your case against Lim Joowon to fold is because Lim is Mun Kiwoo’s son.”

You raise a brow.

“That’s news to me. I didn’t even know Mun Kiwoo had a son.”

“Neither did we,” Namjoon admits. “Apparently this is his only son and the man he intends to pass control of the Ssijog down to. So it makes sense that he’s so hell-bent on seeing this case fall apart.”

He picks one of the papers off his desk.

“This is the more problematic piece of the puzzle,” Namjoon says quietly. Your chest tightens in response to the expression on his face. “Jimin and Taehyung tracked a Ssijog account making payouts. Payouts to people in your office.”

He holds the piece of paper out to you.

“There are six names on that list.”

You take a deep breath before taking the sheet from his hands.

Your eyes scan down the document, taking in the blows, one by one. Two receptionists. One paralegal.

Lee Hyejin.

Kang Donghyuk.

Park Soo.

You say nothing as you stare at the list, taking in the names again.

Someone you called a friend. Someone you’d allowed into your bed. The boss you’d bent over backwards trying to impress. You stare at the black-and-white evidence of betrayal in your hands, reading the words over and over -- expecting to feel sadness or rage or humiliation or something.

Nothing comes.

“Give us a moment, would you please?”

Yoongi and Hoseok file out of the room quietly at Namjoon’s command. The second the heavy door to the office clicks shut, he clears his throat. “There is something else we need to discuss, Amsaja,” your brother continues quietly. “Kang Donghyuk is dead.”

“Good.”

Namjoon’s eyes go wide at the quick, calm delivery of your response.

You stand to walk to his sideboard to pour a drink. You have no idea what’s inside the decanter, only that whatever it is promises a burn you want to feel right now. You pour a glass and take a sip, leaning against the heavy wooden piece.

“Did you kill him?”

“No. The Ssijog beat us to it,” Namjoon admits. “But Hoseok paid Donghyuk a personal visit at home to convey our -- displeasure -- at his involvement in this mess. He damned near choked that man to death hours before Mun Kiwoo put two bullets in him.”

“I’m sorry anyone has ever tried you because I promise you they are going to pay.”

The words Hoseok spoke in your kitchen surface in your mind.

They’d sent a bolt of pleasure through you at the time -- triggering a kind of primitive response you’d be embarrassed to admit out loud.

And somehow that response pales in comparison to what you’re feeling right now.

A normal woman wouldn’t find satisfaction in the idea of Donghyuk cowering in fear inside his apartment. A normal woman wouldn’t feel warmth spread through her entire body at the mental image of Hoseok wrapping his hands around Donghyuk’s throat. You slip a finger under the collar of your blouse and search for your scar -- closing your eyes at the familiar feel of the raised skin.

You remind yourself that you are not a normal woman.

“Hoseok uncovered Kang’s involvement with the Ssijog even before we found the payouts.” Your brother pauses, a wry twist to his mouth as he continues. “He can be a very determined man when something is important to him.”

Namjoon holds your gaze for just a beat too long after delivering that statement. You look away and walk to his office window.

“Tell me what you’re thinking right now, Amsaja,” you brother says. You can hear the sound of him pouring his own drink behind you. “Your silence has me concerned.”

You’re thinking about every time Hyejin feigned concern for you and tried to get you to open up. The days Donghyuk insisted he take you to lunch or to dinner when you insisted you were too swamped. The bullshit little speech Park Soo gave you the night of the charity dinner about keeping Seoul from falling into the hands of criminals.

You’re thinking about what a joke they all are -- dressing up and looking down their noses at the criminal element they claim to despise. Wearing their fake piety like a badge of honor and paying for their fine things with dirty money.

You’re thinking that you’d rather choose a hundred street thugs over any one of their kind. At least your brother has the balls to wear his sins on his sleeve.

Namjoon joins you at the window, glass in hand.

“What I’m thinking, Jaegyueo,” you say calmly, “Is that a lot of things are starting to make sense for me. I haven’t felt this clear in a very long time. So, thank you.”

A smile tugs at the corner of your brother’s mouth and you return it.

You clink your glasses together in a toast.

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You are two whiskeys deep when you leave Namjoon’s office.

Hoseok is waiting in a chair in the hallway. He stands to his feet when you appear from behind the heavy wooden door.

You suck in a breath as you take him in -- the sharp beauty of his face and the soft curve of his mouth and the way his suit hugs the lines of his lean body. You realize, with more than a little embarrassment, that you are staring.

“I’ve got the car warming downstairs,” Hoseok says carefully. “If you’re ready to go, that is.”

“Yes. Hoseok, I --” you swallow thickly, “-- I never apologized for what I said to you. I didn’t mean those things. I’m so sorry.”

Hoseok steps close and reaches one hand out to tuck your hair behind your ear. You shut your eyes, leaning into his touch and inhaling his scent.

“You’ve had a hell of a night,” he murmurs. “We can talk about that some other time. Let’s get you home, yeah?”

You open your eyes to look up at him just as Yoongi rounds the corner and stops dead in his tracks.

“Glad this isn’t awkward,” he mutters, before turning to walk back the same way he came.

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The air in Hoseok’s car is thick with tension on the ride home.

You’ve stopped pretending to not stare, eyes fixed on Hoseok while his eyes stay glued to the road. He guides the car through a sharp turn and you catch the way he winces as his hand grips the steering wheel.

A throb of guilt hits you square in the chest.

“You’re hurt.”

“Nah,” Hoseok deflects quickly. “Just a little sore.”

He won’t look at you. Why won’t he look at you?

“Namjoon told me you nearly choked Donghyuk to death,” you say quietly, studying his face for any reaction. He slows the car to a stop at a red light and rubs his fingers across his mouth, stares out of his window.

“I wanted to kill him,” he admits. He takes his aching hand off the steering wheel and flexes his fingers as if reliving the memory of that night. “I almost did.”

That embarrassing reaction flares inside of you again. This time it slides down your back and pools low between your legs and you have to squeeze your thighs together in response. You shiver as you remember the promises he made while pressing his body to yours.

“Tell me what you want. I swear to God, I’ll give it to you.”

You’ve never wanted anything as badly as you do Jung Hoseok right now.

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You force yourself to wait for the elevator doors to shut.

The second they do, you crush your body and your mouth to Hoseok’s. If you catch him off-guard, there’s no way to tell -- not with the way he immediately backs you into the elevator wall, slotting one knee between your thighs.

“No one gets to hurt you anymore,” he groans the words into the shell of your ear, teeth scraping against the sensitive skin of your neck. “Just like no one gets to touch you anymore. No one but me.”

The strangled sigh that escapes you is the closest thing Hoseok is going to get to a thank you right now. You whimper in agreement, gasping when his fingers grip your ass to pull you flush against him. The swollen outline of his cock brushes against your stomach and you shudder.

The elevator ride is too long and too short, all at the same time. Hoseok backs you through the doors as soon as they open, fumbling in his pocket for the keys while you suck bruises into his throat. By some miracle, he gets the door open and both of you through it in one piece.

“Fuck,” Hoseok swears as you wrap your arms around his neck, grinding against his insistent cock. He has to drag you both into the bedroom as you press against him like a dead weight, teeth nipping at his bottom lip as you both stumble into the bedroom. You drop out of his grasp when the bed hits the back of your knees.

Hoseok stands back, chest heaving with exertion.

“I need you to hear you say it,” he pants. “Please.”

You sit up straight on the edge of the bed and unbutton your blouse, slipping it off without hesitation. “No one gets to touch me,” you breathe, reaching to unclasp your bra. You toss it away.

“No one but you.”

Hoseok’s eyes darken to near black.

He shrugs off his suit jacket and slowly pulls off his holster and gun, placing both carefully on top of your dresser. Then he turns back, body looming over yours. He cups your cheek with one large hand, looking down at you with such heat that your breath hitches in your chest.

You lean into his touch, fingertips grazing the contour of his cock beneath his suit pants.

“You promised to give me anything I want,” you whisper, looking up at him from beneath your lashes. He nods slowly, the rasp in his voice betraying the calm on his face.

“Anything. Name it.”

“I want to take care of you,” you say, pulling the hem of his shirt out of his pants. Your fingers work the buttons open, one by one. “Let me.”

Hoseok exhales a heavy breath as you open his shirt and stroke your hands down his chest. You give yourself a moment to admire the lean strength of his body, fingers stroking over the metal tags that hang just above one dark, flat nipple.

His stomach tightens and his cock twitches in his pants when you tilt forward to press a soft kiss to the golden skin just above his belt. You work it open with unsteady hands and his pants follow just a moment later.

“I want to make you feel good,” you whisper, nuzzling the outline of his length with your cheek. You push his boxers down his slim hips just enough to expose the head of his cock. “I don’t want you to think about anything but this.”

Hoseok groans when you flick your tongue against him.

His cock throbs under your fingertips through the fabric of his underwear when you dip down to tease the head with your mouth. You lap at the salty moisture gathered at the swollen tip and his head drops back.

“Sweetheart, please --” he grits out, hands reaching for your hair. He winds his fingers through the strands and jerks when you rake your teeth across the wet ridge under the head of his cock. “-- don’t tease me.”

Some other time you might play the delayed gratification game with him. You might take hours to torture him and keep him dangling at the precipice of pleasure. Tonight, though -- the only thing you want to do is make him come so hard he can’t see straight.

“I won’t,” you promise sweetly, pulling the rest of his thick length free from his boxers to wrap your warm fingers around him. You flick your gaze up to appreciate the way his head is tipped back in pleasure, lips parted.

“Look at me,” you murmur, pumping him with languid strokes.

His eyes are glassy with arousal when he opens them to gaze down at you. You make sure he’s watching as you take him deep, hollowing your cheeks as you draw your mouth across his length. He gathers your hair in his hands so he can appreciate the unobstructed view of your private show.

“No one gets to touch you anymore,” you whisper. You take him down as far as you can again, tongue dragging against the thick vein that runs the length of his cock. You are panting when you pull off him, tongue running the seam of your lower lip as you catch your breath.

“No one but me.”

Hoseok’s dick jerks in your hand in response, hand tightening in your hair as you lick a long stripe up his shaft. He chokes out a moan as you lick at the sensitive spot just under the head of his cock, eyes fixed on his.

“No more,” he croaks.

You pull your mouth away reluctantly, tongue swiping at the taste of him on your lips and the sight seems to set him off. He grabs your face with both hands, groaning into your mouth as he claims it.

He pulls away, panting.

“Lie back,” he demands between breaths. You comply without question.

Hoseok leans over you, arms braced on either side of your body as he drops his head down to take one nipple between his teeth. Your hips jerk at the stimulation and you squirm underneath him, thighs slippery with your own excitement. He laves at both nipples slowly, thoroughly, until they are aching and wet. Then he trails a soft line of kisses back up to your ear.

“I want to taste what’s mine,” he whispers, and a pang of arousal hits you so hard you forget to breathe. You lift your hips to help him pull your skirt away along with your soaked panties and he sinks to his knees on the floor in front of you. Every muscle in your body locks in anticipation.

Hoseok nudges your legs apart with his hands, placing gentle kisses along your inner thighs. His dark eyes are half-hooded with pleasure by the time he drapes your legs over his shoulders.

“Fuck, you look so good like this,” he groans when you are fully spread open for him. He drops a kiss on your mound and your body jolts at the sensation, every nerve ending standing at attention. He moves lower, long fingers tracing the outline of your swollen cunt and you suck in a breath.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, dipping one finger into your damp heat. “Is this all for me?”

“Yes,” you choke out, hands gripping the sheets as his finger flexes inside of you.

“Only for you.”

Hoseok makes a sound of satisfaction deep in his chest before sealing his lips over your aching clit. You shudder against his mouth when he pulls back to soothe you with the flat of his tongue. “You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined how you would taste,” Hoseok groans, licking deeply into your wetness. “It doesn’t even come close. Nothing comes close to this.”

“Hoseok --” your hands come off of the sheets to grip into his hair, “-- Hoseok, please don’t stop.”

Your senses are so heightened that just the pressure of the heel of his hand against your cunt is making you crazy. His finger crooks deep inside you, stroking against your swollen walls while his lips and teeth toy with your clit. You whine at the stimulation, at the wet drag of his tongue that has you writhing beneath him.

“You’re close sweetheart, I can hear it,” Hoseok’s voice is ragged with arousal. “Let me hear you. Come for me.”

You clutch his hair between your fingers, moaning brokenly as the heat between your legs simmers to a boil.

“Hoseok --”

“That’s it,” he praises you with dirty words spoken in the sweetest way. “Let me taste you. Let me hear you.”

Hoseok is prepared the moment you come apart.

He grasps your hips firmly in those large, warm hands of his -- tongue and lips persistent as the live wire inside you tightens and snaps. The force of your orgasm shakes your entire body and leaves you begging and breathless. Hoseok savors every drop of your release until your hips sink back into the mattress and you protest weakly against the threat of overstimulation.

The mattress dips under you as Hoseok joins you on the bed, lips swollen with use and mouth marked with your taste. His head dips into the hollow of your neck, nipping gently at the skin, while his fingers skate over the soft skin of your stomach and thighs.

You shiver in his hold, closing your eyes for a moment to savor the feeling of his body on yours.

“I want to watch you come like that every day,” Hoseok whispers into your ear. “Only for me.”

“Only for you,” you agree in a whisper, finding your voice after what seems like ages.

You slip one hand between you, fingers wrapping firmly around the rigid cock pressed against your stomach. Hoseok groans when you tighten your hand around him.

“Hoseok,” you breathe, feeling a pulse between your legs that seems to beat in time with the throb of his cock in your palm, “Fuck me please, I’m losing my mind.”

His hoarse chuckle sends a shiver up your spine as he moves to cover you completely with his body. He lines up the head of his cock at your entrance and you tilt your hips up into his.

“Please,” you plead again, lifting your head to brush your lips against his. “Now.”

He sinks his cock into you slowly, inch by inch, groaning at the tight fit of your cunt around him. The stretch inside of you is nearly too much -- you whimper when he bottoms out and he drops his forehead to yours.

“You okay? Am I hurting you?”

His entire body feels like a rubber band ready to snap -- coiled energy waiting to be released. But he holds back the instinct to move until you nod your agreement.

“You feel so good,” you murmur, nudging his hips to move with your own. You stroke your hands down the slick skin of his back. “I’m so full right now.”

Hoseok swears under his breath as he tentatively rocks his hips against yours, letting you adjust to the feeling of him inside of you. You wrap your legs around him as the discomfort subsides and the only sensation that’s left is the pleasant pressure of his cock against your walls.

Hoseok’s hips move harder as your whimpers melt into moans.

“Dammit,” he swears, head dropping low between his shoulder blades. “So tight and wet for me. So perfect for me.”

You look up to take in the sight of his perfect face slack with pleasure, mouth parted and face flushed with exertion. His dog tags hang from his neck, swaying as his hips begin to piston in earnest. You pull on them to force his mouth close to yours.

“Only for you,” you whisper, “No one else.”

Hoseok’s steady rhythm stutters when you whisper those words into his mouth and press your lips to his. His hips jerk wildly as his release races up his shaft. He laces his fingers into yours, fucking you deep into the mattress in those final seconds as he loses all control to chasing his end.

He comes with your name on his lips.

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Hoseok breathes deeply into your hair as you stroke your fingers across the lean lines of his chest, fingers tracing the metal outline of his dog tags. You lie together like that for a while, skin to skin.

Your thoughts are loud in the quiet.

You’re used to the bitter sting of betrayal by now.

Long before Lee Hyejin or Kang Donghyuk or Park Soo ever sold you out for a check, your own father betrayed you for the bottle. You of all people know too well that most people aren’t to be trusted.

But then Hoseok’s fingers drag lightly across your back and they bring you back to the here and now -- back to the promise he made to you tonight.

“No one gets to hurt you anymore.”

And you decide to trust just one more time.

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ughseoks · 4 years

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we have the meats | jhs

— pairing; hoseok x reader

— genre/au; smut / pwp / crack

— rating; 18+

— word count; 2.2k

— warnings; hobi is overly dedicated to his job as a sign spinner, sexy sign spinning dance moves, swearing / smut warnings: unprotected sex, slight breathplay, manhandling, daddy kink, uncomfortably excessive cowboy dirty talk, fingering, public sex

— summary; when you show up to the strip mall on an ordinary Tuesday night, the super cute Arby’s sign spinner manages to catch your eye. he’s the total package—even if he’s a little too dedicated to his role as a fake cowboy.

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— Written for the Fast F*cking Food collab hosted by @jinned!

— Thank you to @kimtaehyunq for this gorgeous banner & thank you to @parksfilter for beta’ing!! I love y’all <3

Wendy’s.

You hate the fast food chain almost as much as your best friend from high school hated that business major who works at Chipotle. But that comparison doesn’t really apply anymore, because they ended up fucking and have now been on a total of three dates, and you don’t think you’ll be having sex with Wendy’s anytime soon.

The sign spinner for Arby’s, however, is a different story.

Every time you set foot into Bayside Tower Strip Mall, you make it a point to journey to the far corner of the property to visit the forbidden Arby’s—or more specifically, the overly dedicated yet inexplicably attractive sign spinner. Something about his aura draws you in; you didn’t even know sign spinning could be sexy, but the way he rolls his hips as he twists and turns that sign between his deft fingers makes you feel things you didn’t think you could feel.

That’s where you’re currently headed. Cheesy mall music filters through the outdoor speakers as your shoes slap against the pavement, feet carrying you towards your destination. The further you venture through the twists and turns of the large strip mall, the walkway becomes more dimly lit and the lights begin to flicker, the crowd slowly thinning until you’re the only person left in sight. It would be a creepy sight if you didn’t make the trek so often just to gaze at Jung Hoseok. (That’s his name. The sign spinner. You forgot to mention that before.)

You know you’re close to your destination when the low beat of “Grind With Me” begins to filter through the hallway, the sensual notes causing tingles of excitement to slither down your spine and raise the hairs on your arms. One step forward. Another step. Another.

You turn around the corner.

The sight you’re met with is a beautiful one. Jung Hosoek is laying face down on the floor, his forearms propping him up as he grinds into the sign lying beneath him to the beat of the music. A gasp falls from your lips when you realize that he’s wearing assless chaps, the muscles of his ass clenching as his hips rhythmically roll into the ground. Noticing the noise, Hoseok turns to look at you as he grinds, biting his lip sensually as he maintains eye contact with you. He doesn’t even blink until the song is finally fading away. Not even once.

“Howdy, little lady,” he greets with a smirk as he rises to his feet, picking the sign back up and slipping his cowboy hat back onto his head.

“Hi,” you blush, “that was, um, some pretty good dancing.”

“You think so?” He raises both arms into the air in front of him before rolling his hips forward in a borderline obscene motion, biting his lip as he does so. “I’ve been practicing for a while now. Wanted to impress the ladies.”

“Well, you can count me impressed,” you grin, taking a few steps forwards to extend your hand for a handshake. “I’m Y/N.”

“Hoseok,” he winks, “but you can call me daddy.” He reaches into a pocket that you didn’t even know existed and hands you a slip of crumpled up paper, completely neglecting to actually shake your hand.

You give him an odd look before uncrumpling the piece of paper. The words have clearly been handwritten, some of the ink smudged where he’d been too hasty in writing it. Heat flushes to your cheeks as you scan what seem to be items on a menu.

MEATS dick ......................... 1.99 dick ......................... 1.99 dick ......................... 1.99 dick ......................... 1.99 dick ......................... 1.99 dick ......................... 1.99

“This here is my special menu,” he grins, “VIC’s only. That means Very Important Customers.”

“O-Oh,” you exhale, trying to ignore the heat rushing to your nether region. “Am… am I allowed to order from it?”

“You sure can, baby,” Hoseok spins the sign a few times for emphasis, “and for you, it’ll be free of charge.” He takes a few steps forward until you’re toe to toe, his hand reaching up to brush a stray hair out of your face before he leans forward to whisper in your ear. “If you like my sign spinning, you should see all the other tricks I can show you, little lady.”

You shudder. “I’d like to see them, daddy.”

He pulls away from you with a smirk, allowing his fingers to thread with yours. “Come with me.”

You nod in affirmation before allowing him to guide you to a dark corner beside the Arby’s. He pauses at the bushes for a moment before tugging you into the foliage after him, dropping the sign flat on the ground behind the plants and pointing to it. “Hands and knees. Now.”

A shiver runs down your spine as you scramble to follow his instructions, the material of the cowboy hat shaped sign cool against your bare skin. You can faintly hear the sound of his cowboy boots crunching on the mulch as he positions himself behind you. (You tried eating mulch once. It didn’t end well.)

“May I?”

You turn and look over your shoulder to see him staring at you with lust, his gaze burning as it roams your figure. He seems to contemplate for a second before beginning to unbutton the checkered button-up shirt he wears; slipping off his brown vest and allowing both garments to fall into the bushes behind him. Your mouth waters at the sight of his toned abs and firm chest.

“Like what you see, little lady?” His overly dramatic country accent is even stronger this time, but it only serves to turn you on even more. You choose not to think too hard about why that is.

“Mhm,” you agree with a smirk, only to gasp when he drops his chaps and underwear to the ground as well. His cock stands at attention before you, and not for the first time tonight, you find yourself enamored with the physique of the talented sign spinner.

He stares down at you with a cocky smirk for a few moments before lowering himself to the ground, his hands bunching up the fabric of the skirt covering your ass and pushing it out of the way so he’s face to face with your clothed core. Your breath catches in your throat when he hooks his fingers beneath the band of your panties and tugs them down your legs before tossing them away.

He’s back on you in the blink of an eye, his mouth warm and wet as he leans over and grasps your chin in his hand, peppering sloppy kisses across your jaw and neck. You inhale sharply and bite your lip when he sucks on a particularly sensitive spot, the sound causing him to pause momentarily in his ministrations, looking down at you with hungry eyes.

“Don’t hold your back your moans, baby,” he coaxes you, using his hand to massage one of your breasts gently, “I want to hear how good you feel. Can you do that for me?”

You nod, allowing a generous groan to fall from your lips when his hands slither up beneath your shirt to grasp handfuls of your breasts. His teeth nip at the shell of your ear as he gives them a gentle squeeze, and you feel wave after wave of arousal roll down your spine as he continues his ministrations. The bushes around the two of you obscure you for the most part, but if anyone were to look over here with purpose, you’re sure that they’d be able to see Hoseok pleasuring you very clearly.

“D-Daddy, don’t stop, p-please,” you beg, “feels s-so good.”

Hoseok hums in response, the sound reverberating in your very soul as one of his hands slides down to your now exposed pussy. It isn’t long before he’s pushing two long fingers into your entrance, pumping them in and out of you steadily as you writhe beneath him. His free arm reaches around your waist, and your mouth waters at the feeling of his strong muscles holding you steady.

As he continues his ministrations, you feel your orgasm sneaking up on you—and quickly, at that. Hoseok seems to feel it too, because when your pussy begins to flutter around his fingers he redoubles his efforts, letting go of your waist to play with your hardened peaks as his fingertips massage your inner walls.

“D-Daddy, I-I’m—” you cry out. The rest of your sentence fades into nothingness when your orgasm crashes over you unexpectedly, white-hot pleasure floods your veins as Hoseok coaxes you through your orgasm with a smirk.

When your moans fade into cries of overstimulation, Hoseok finally ceases his assault on your pussy, giving your ass a light smack as his grand finale.

“You’re quite the charmer, little lady,” he grins, shifting so he’s kneeling behind you once more. “I’m not sure I can hold back from behind inside of you any longer. Are you ready to ride my big green tractor? Think you can take my cock like a good cowgirl?”

“Yes, daddy,” you plead, hands clenching against the sign beneath you when he begins to drag his member between your wet nether lips. “Please, fill me up. Give me your cowboy cock.”

It’s all the permission he needs, pushing his hips forward so his dick finally begins to slide into your entrance. It’s a stretch; Hoseok is by no means small, and you can feel every inch of him as he slides in up to the hilt.

A low moan falls from both of your lips when his hips finally rest against yours. Hoseok allows you barely any time to adjust before he’s thrusting in and out of you with a steady rhythm, his strokes slow, and purposeful and deep. Every movement of his cock drags against your warm and wet walls that squeeze him like a vice.

“You’re so rootin’ tootin’ good at this, little lady,” he grunts, punctuating his words with lewd smacks of his hips against yours. “Taking me so well; squeezing me so tight.”

“Daddy,” you moan, “harder; Please.”

His strokes falter at the tone of your voice. “F-Fuck,” he groans, hands squeezing your waist tightly, “you’re so fucking hot.”

You shudder at the pure unadulterated hunger in his voice, arousal shooting straight to your core when he suddenly begins to thrust with unparalleled speed and strength. Your body bounces with the force of his thrusts, walls clamping down around him when he leans over and his teeth nip at your skin. It isn’t long before you’re approaching your second high of the night; the moans fall from your lips grow higher in pitch as the pressure in your core begins to build until you’re sure the coil is about to snap.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” Hoseok asks breathlessly, his own hips beginning to stutter as he nears his own orgasm. “Gonna cream all over my country boy cock?”

“Y-yeah,” you whine, “gonna c-cum.”

Hoseok somehow manages to fuck you even harder and faster as his right hand slides up to wrap gently around your neck. The pressure is barely there, but it’s just enough to send you over the edge. Fireworks burst behind your closed eyelids; your walls clamp down around him as he fucks you through your high.

“T-That’s it, little lady,” he encourages you. He thrusts only a few more times before coming to a shuddering stop within you, his release painting your walls as your arms give out on you and the only things left keeping you upright are Hoseok’s arms.

When the two of you finally come down from your orgasms, Hoseok pulls out of you slowly before standing back up, flashing you a wink as he slips his cowboy hat back onto his head. “That was pretty damn enjoyable, if I do say so myself.”

You nod in agreement and pull your skirt back over your ass before standing up to face him while he puts his other clothes back on. It isn’t long before the two of you are awkwardly exiting the bushes, unsaid words of how you want to see him again resting on the tip of your tongue as he resumes his position outside of the restaurant and you begin to walk away.

Should you say something? Would it be too weird?

“Wait!”

You freeze in place, hopefulness filling your heart as you hear Hoseok’s footsteps approach you from behind.

“Y-Yeah?” You ask as you turn to face him, noticing the colorful slip of paper resting between his fingers.

“I wanted to give you this before you left.” He hands you the slip of paper with a cheeky grin, clearly excited about whatever is printed on the thin material. You glance down at it with a blush on your cheeks.

!!! LIMITED TIME OFFER: 5 for $10 Meat Sandwich Month !!! Extra meaty sandwiches at an affordable price. Now made with extra extra meat!

Oh. It’s just a coupon. For discounted meat sandwiches. Cool. Very cool. Not the worst way to be rejected, you suppose.

“It’s a really good deal,” he says proudly, nodding towards the restaurant behind him, “you should redeem it before it expires.” He pauses for a moment, his voice much softer when he speaks up again. “Maybe you can come visit me while you’re at it. Sign spinning isn’t the same without an audience, you know.”

“I’d love to,” you smile, trying to hide the giddiness that you feel from showing in your voice.

“Really?” His grin is contagious as he shoots you two finger guns; how could you ever say no?

“Really.”

a/n; i hope y’all enjoyed this 😳 i was laughing so hard writing the first part LMAO i hope you guys find it just as funny or else that’s awkward OOP anyways lmk what y’all think hehehehe LOVE U GUYS MWAH big things coming soon! kind of. maybe. hopefully OK BYE

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dreamyjoons · 5 years

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open house // jhs

Synopsis: your boyfriend Hoseok is stressed about running his first solo open house, and you’re determined to help him relax.

Genre/warnings: smut! pwp, established relationship, soft dom!Hobi, oral (m receiving), throatfucking, swallowing, lil rough, fingering, spanking, ring kink?, dirty talk, praise kink, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, swearing, pet names.

Words: 3.2k

A/N: finally putting out a Hoseok fic!! Let me know your thoughts. Enjoy! 🧡

You push open the front door the large house, the bright white walls almost blinding you in the morning light. The smell of fresh coffee and muffins drifted through the house, textbook techniques that your boyfriend was finally getting to put to use.

“Hoseok?” You call out, shutting the door behind you gently as you look around the empty space.

The house was new on the market, and when they had approached Hoseok about selling it for them he nearly passed out from excitement. Weeks of prep later and here you were, on the house’s first open day with buyers to arrive within the next hour.

When Hoseok had left that morning, he was as excitable as ever, a spring in each step as he prepared for the day ahead. That was, until you got. Frantic call half an hour ago saying that he needed your help to finish the house. Apparently the cleaners hadn’t fully done their job.

Fast movements can be heard from upstairs, and you see your boyfriend almost throw himself down the staircase in his blind panic as he races to you.

He barrels into you, yanking you in a tight hug. You sway with the impact, letting him cling on to you before you step away from him, checking that he was okay.

His muted yellow suit jacket that he was required to wear by his realtor company hung snugly over his shoulders as if it were tailor-made for him. Silver rings decorated his slender fingers, and his chestnut hair was silken and styled to damn near perfection. But his usually smiling lips were pulled into a nervous line.

“Thank you for coming, baby. I need your help.” He rushes, and you nod, taking in the serious glint in his soft eyes.

“What can I do Hobi?” You ask softly.

“Vacuum?” He asks cautiously, a small smile creeping onto his face. Despite your total distaste for vacuuming, you wanted to ease the stress your boyfriend was under, so you nod. He sags at your words, relief evident on his face.

“Sure. Show me the tools.” You smile. He almost skips, locking his fingers with yours and dragging you to where the vacuum was kept.

You drag it out of the cupboard - kept stocked as part of the supplies left in the house to maintain it - and plug it in.

“The first people should be here in like forty-five minutes, that should be plenty of time.” He mutters, more to himself than you, but you nod anyway.

“It’s gonna be fine. You got this.” You tell him, snapping his attention back to you.

He gives you a wide heart-shaped smile and a kiss on the forehead before he skitters away, determined to finish his other checks.

You end up vacuuming the whole house, much to your distaste. But you did it for Hoseok so you kept quiet and cracked on. When you were finally done, you tucked the hoover back into the closet and went looking for Hoseok, mentally preparing for new tasks.

You find him in the empty master bedroom, pacing with a dark look on his face. You could see the nerves rolling off him in waves.

“Hobi, you doing alright?” You ask gently, making him snap his head towards you.

“Hmm? Yeah, yeah I’m okay.” He nods, giving you a small smile. You step up to him and weave your fingers with his, squeezing slightly.

“You’re gonna smash this, baby. You don’t need any other associate - you’re gonna sell the hell out of this house, and make a lot of people happy like you normally do.” You smile, letting your sincerity sink into each word.

“I know, I'm just… I dunno.” He stumbles, nervously bouncing on the spot. His fingers tapped on the back of your hand, and his eyes wouldn’t stop shooting around the room, searching for imperfections.

“You got it. What else can I do to help?” You ask, letting go of one of his hands to bring it to rest on his face.

His eyes snap to yours, his movements stilling.

“I mean… no, it’s dumb. It’s okay baby, I'll be fine.” He rambles, a blush creeping on his cheeks as he tears his eyes from you.

“No come on, what can I do to help you relax?”

“We could always… y’know.” He smirks, flicking his eyebrows up and down. You scoff, shaking your head at him.

“Here? In the house you're about to sell in like fifteen minutes?”

“What’s the matter? Don’t think you can do it in that time?” He asks cockily, and you’re stunned at how quickly his demeanour changed. It always turned you on how fast he switches, and he knew that, too.

“You know I can baby, but I don't think it’ll be a good idea to for potential buyers to see you with your dick down my throat.” You say dryly, but he gives you a dark chuckle, sliding his hand to knot his fingers in your hair.

“I don’t think I'd mind.”

“I think you would.” You smirk, eyebrow raised. He takes a minute to soak in your words before nodding.

He presses a small kiss to your lips before looking down at his watch. His forehead creases as he his worries slowly start to plague him once again, the lack of distraction bringing him back to reality.

Rolling your eyes but with a giddy tingle running through you, you push him back against the wall, your hands resting on the waistband of his pressed pastel trousers.

“Wha-”

“Just shut up, before I change my mind.” You smirk, leaning forward to kiss along his jaw.

You move along to his lips, seizing them in a kiss. His threads one hand through your hair as he takes control, the other coming to rest on your ass, pulling you flush against him.

“We gotta be quick baby.” He says breathily between kisses, and you nod.

You hastily undress, pushing your jeans to the floor, shirt flying off, underwear dropped. You stood bare in front of him, whereas he only had his jacket thrown across the room and his trousers down slightly, length exposed. The contrast between you send shivers down your body. After an appraising look he’s back on you, pressing you to the wall.

His hands move quickly to your slit, running feather-light touches along you. You shiver slightly before you let your hand wander to his semi-hard length, running him through your hands to bring him to attention. He keens under your touch, a smile sliding onto his face. You drag your thumb over his tip, ghosting just over the little slit. He shivers, a light laugh falling from his lips. In retaliation he presses a harder finger between your legs, breezing across your clit and down through your wetness, the drag of his rings across your heat making you feel practically feral.

“You gonna open up for me, Y/N?” He practically purrs, and you obey. Widening your legs as you lean back into the wall, you press your hands behind you for support.

He runs a slender hand across your lower stomach, the cool of his rings biting into your warm skin. His hand stops lightly to flick over your clit, making you suck in a breath through your teeth. He barely touches you this time, teasing as he kisses along your jaw.

Almost without warning, his finger slides through your wetness before circling over your clit, selfish and rough. The wet noises you make bring heat flushing to your cheeks, but he loves it, placing bruising kisses across your skin.

“Hobi…” you whine, but he merely smirks into your neck, increasing the speed of his fingers at a mind-numbing pace.

His free hand slithers between your leg, gathering your wetness on his fingers before he gently begins to press one inside of you. You throw your head back and moan, and you hear him giggle.

“That’s my girl. Taking what I give you.” He whispers beside your ear before nibbling gently at your lobe.

You can feel your wetness dripping over his finger as he fucks it into you. Your hips roll off the wall as you move to hold onto his arms, but he tuts at you.

“No hands, baby.” You go to protest, but get cut off by a guttural moan that rips through you as his finger curls into your soft spot inside.

You slam your arms back to the wall, fingers scraping against the white paint for any kind of support. There was none, so you were left panting and moaning, completely under his control as his finger fills you.

He pauses for just a moment and you cry out in annoyance, only for two fingers to slide back inside you. Your head lulls back, the stretch making your groan, his rings occasionally grazing against your hole.

Pressing his body into yours, his hand rubbing your clit slips away to knead at a breast. With the hand of the fingers inside you, he slides a thumb up to brush wildly over your clit. The bite of his metal rings add an extra sensation, and soon you’re seeing stars. Using the wetness from his fingers, he rolls your pebbled nipple in his hand. The sensation of his vice grip on your breast and in your hole was too much.

“Hobi, I’m so close.” You whine, your breathing rapidly climbing.

“That’s my girl, pussy dripping on my fingers. God you’re so tight.” He whispers between kisses on your throat, your neck fully exposed to him.

You’re so close, teetering on the edge of your orgasm when his hand slips from you, leaving you needy and dripping. You stare at him, your mouth dropped and you core throbbing, crying out to cum.

“Hoseok? What the fuck-”

“Now now, that’s no way to get what you want, is it?” He smiles, pulling back to fix you with a smirk. “Besides, like you said, we haven’t got time.”

You frowned at him, your body highly sensitive and tingling at being left so close. He didn’t care, though - in fact he seemed to relish in it.

“Turn around baby, we don’t have long.”

You give him the dirtiest look you can muster, but he chuckles, grabbing your hips and pulling you against him, his hard length pressing into your stomach.

“You’re not defying me, are you?” He asks sweetly, but his voice drips with a command that you don’t want to disappoint.

“I was so close Hobi, I was gonna cum.” You whine. He smiles then, running a soothing hand across your forehead before sliding it down to your chin. He pulls you forward and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, tender and loving.

“Then do as you’re told baby. I’ll make you cum so hard you won’t be able to walk out of here. Now turn.” He growls, and extra hard grip of your ass to solidify his words.

You do as you’re told, turning your naked body away from his embrace. He presses your face against the wall, ass out, exposed before him. He runs a soothing hand over your ass, tracing the body he knows so well before he reels back and slaps your cheek. You gasp at the sting, buckling slightly against the wall. He rubs a soothing hand over the spot, the slight cooling of his rings messing with your head.

“Now, if you stop having a tantrum, I'll make it up to you.” He sighs, running his hands up your back and down again to grab your ass. “Show you and that soaking little pussy just how much I love you.”

Another slap on the other cheek, and you silence your gasp by biting your lip. He moans contentedly, letting his fingers dust over your reddening cheek.

“Are you gonna be good and help me get off baby?” He whispers into your back, pressing soft kisses along your spine as he lines himself up, running his tip in your wet slit. You almost growl in anticipation, the ghosting of his length across your clit too much to bear.

“Yes, yes Hobi.” You grunt, rolling your hips to get him to move faster. You knew there was a time crunch, but there was no way you would cut this short - you couldn’t.

You feel him beginning to push in, the graze sending your mind reeling. After an agonizingly slow drag, he finally bottoms out inside you, letting his length sit inside your pulsing walls. He lets out a hum, his fingers flexing on your soft skin as you both grow accustomed to each other. The calm before the storm. Slowly he begins to slide back out, almost fully, before he drives home hard, the force pressing you harder against the wall.

You brace yourself and groan at the impact, his tip gliding through your wet core as he begins to work himself up, the snap of his hips getting harder and harder.

He grabs a handful of your hair for stability, his fingers digging into your hips as he thrusts. The mixture of moans and breathing is pure sin, your whines and his grunts bouncing off the walls.

“So good, so good to me Y/N. Taking my dick all the way.” he grunts, an endless spew of words falling from his lips.

When he could no longer form coherent sentences, he dips his head to your shoulder, biting as his hips reach a brutal pace. You were already starting to get sore, the hardness of the wall and the pace that Hoseok was fucking into you was making your legs shake, but it felt so good you couldn’t do anything but whine for him.

The slapping of your bodies barely covers your moans, the drag of Hoseok’s length hitting you just right leading to all sorts of noises from you. He laughs breathlessly into your skin, his fast pace rocking you both higher and higher towards your edge.

“I’m getting so close baby.” He practically whines, And you nod dumbly, feeling yourself slipping closer to the edge too. He snakes his hand from you hip to your clit, ringed knuckles barely brushing the sensitive bud.

Your impending moan is cut off by the sound of a knock downstairs causing Hoseok’s hips to completely still, his length fully sheathed inside you. The knocking continues, causing him to swear under his breath.

His slides out from you, and you bite your lip to keep from whining at his absence, the teetering orgasm rapidly vanishing. Your core throbs, your clit aching for the job to be finished, to finally get your orgasm. He looks down between you, His erection still full and red, panic wild in his face. He was freaking out about having to hide it, you could tell.

You knew you had to act fast.

You turn to face him and sink to your knees, pumping his length slightly before running your tongue up his length. His eyes blow wide as he looks down at you, his gasp caught in his throat.

“Y/N-”

“This is what you wanted, right?” you wink, and he shuts his eyes tight, swearing. “Just go for it Hobi, I can take it. Just be quick.”

His eyes fly open to look at you, double checking he’d heard correctly.

“Fuck me.” You moan, eyes latching on to his.

He simply nods, so you open your mouth and taking him down as far as you can go. He lets out a breathy whine, his length already throbbing in your warm mouth.

You both hear the front door open, and the first guests calling out for anyone.

“I’ll be down in just a moment!” He cries, before locking eyes with you and giving you a smirk.

He draws his hips back and begins thrusting down your throat, his fingers knotting in your hair as he uses your mouth. You relax your throat as much as you can, simply focusing on your breathing and angling your tongue so that it hits the vein on the underside of his cock.

“Yes baby, so dirty for me, such a good girl letting me use your mouth like this. Fuck, so close...” he whispers, an endless ramble of praise that you adore.

You can tell he’s close by how hard his hips stutter, and you ignore the water that starts streaming from your eyes as apply extra pressure with your mouth, sucking as he thrusts. You can hear the footsteps downstairs, the thought of you and Hoseok being caught making this all the more hotter. He obviously felt it too, his eyes fluttering closed as he thrusts into the back of your throat. Your core was soaked, dripping down your leg desperate for the release you so clearly needed. But this was about your boyfriend - you will get repayment later. That, or payback.

He mutters your name in warning before hot liquid gushes out of him, coating your mouth and forcing its way down your throat. You hold back a cough, swallowing the white liquid as his hips stagger to a stop. His body slackens above you, completely still but for the gently stroking on the back of your head.

He pulls his length out of your mouth and help you wobble to your feet, a smile on your lips despite the burn in the corners. You wipe away a drip that had spilled out of the corner of your mouth, and having nowhere to put it you simply lick it off your finger, making him groan once more. He places a quick kiss to your lips as he hastily zips up his trousers and tucks in his shirt. He steps away from you and throws on his jacket, sending you a quick wink and walking to the door.

“I’ll pay you back with at least three orgasms tonight baby, I promise.” He smiles, and you roll your eyes.

“Good luck Hobi.” You whisper. He grins at you, your favourite sunshine smile before he finally dips out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

You hear him cheerily greet the people downstairs, and holding back a snigger, you hastily redress yourself. Pressing your ear to the door to check that the coast was clear, you open it and sneak down the stairs - careful to avoid making any noise. With one final check, you bolt to the door, but not without casting as eye back through the house.

You lock eyes with Hoseok over the shoulders of the couple in the room beside you, and you throw him a quick wink. He giggles and hides it subtly behind his hand, passing it off as a cough. You bite your lip and sneak out, letting the door shut quietly behind you.

As you make your way to your car out front, you begin to think of how you were going to claim those orgasms later. Your throat was already feeling a little sore, and you could feel yourself soaking through your panties - he definitely owed you.

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icedcappujaeno · 5 years

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03. Signal. | jjh. [ idol!au ]

warnings: none in particular.

word count: 1,547

“There’s something on your sandwich.”

Before you could even react, Soomin was already taking the sandwich off your hands, peeled the piece of paper away and gave it back to you. Your stomach growled for the 3rd time today and it was only 10A.M. - and the only meal that was in your stomach right now was the small cup of coffee your manager made for you before going to your respective schedules. Now, you’re inside the dressing room, taking a break for at least 10 minutes before your respective make-up artists and hairdresser do their works on your trio.

To say that you’re hungry was an understatement. Famished seemed to fit better with how badly you want to take a bite off the sandwich you’re holding right now. Though you try your best not to roll your eyes and grunt as it was deemed unfit for a lady-like idol like you, you still did. Voluntarily.

“Let me guess, it’s from Valentine’s boy again?” Mari giggled, taking a bite off her own sandwich as well. “I wish Chanyeol-sunbae would do the same for m-ouch!”

You glared and pinched your co-worker’s side before she could even end her statement. All the while she’s talking, you finished your share - all in hunger. Your female manager was glaring daggers at your direction but you heed no mind - what is etiquette and public figure when you’re dying of hunger in any moment?

Also, you did glare at your other manager, who was a male. It was him who went to the cafeteria and got your snacks, and apparently, he was an asset to all these stuff. He only shrugged and chuckled, so he was taking part in this - why was it so fun to tease you with Jaehyun?

“What did it say?” Mari cooed, leaving her seat beside yours to scoot beside Soomin.

“For the meantime, I hope this will do. But next time, I want to take you out on a romantic dinner for two. - JH”

Soomin and Mari looked at each other with knowing smiles on their lips.

“Gross!”

“But it’s still sweet Soomin! And it rhymes too!” Mari laughed, slapping Soomin’s thigh out of habit.

You only blew a raspberry, and your manager thanked all the heavens that your hair isn’t done yet as your hands ran through your hair in frustration - forehead lightly bumping the tabletop. You were sure it will leave a red mark - but whatever, your make-up artist would do something about it anyway.

“Why don’t you just tell it to him straight?” Soomin shrugged, picking one of the sliced apples from her plate. “It’s been months, I kinda feel pity for the guy.”

“He’s going to be enlisted next year!” Mari reminded. “At least give him a chance? I mean, he’s pretty cute-”

“Why don’t you date him then?” You jabbered and raised your head.

“Ah, Jaehyun’s not really my type. I told you, Chanyeol-su-”

“I get it,” your eyes rolled annoyingly. Although sometimes Mari’s crush over your seniors are cute, it gets overboard. But now you know she’s just teasing you. Everybody does.

“Break’s over, let’s get back to work,” your female manager said, cleaning up the left-overs at your table while the three of you go back to your respective places to get dolled up for music core.

“This came in the mail.”

A bouquet is thrown on your bed by your female manager while you were busy putting make-up on. You were glad she came in with notice because you were sure that your make-up will get ruined once she didn’t. Another thing you’re sure of was the sender of the said bouquet, and looking at your manager’s expression through the mirror, she wasn’t very happy about it.

“Message him to stop, please.” Though you weren’t pleading, rather than a command. You could only sigh and nodded, saying that you will and she left. You picked up your phone and took a deep breath before typing in his name on the recipient bar.

It only took you seconds before you received a reply.

You sighed. Pretty sure this is going to be a long conversation. You know he’s joking, but the topic isn’t going anywhere intellectual.

Finally.

You locked your phone and continued with your make-up. You were glad that you woke up earlier than expected, so you had a lot of time to prepare for an appearance at a music festival later at night. For a moment, you felt weird with Jaehyun’s final reply. It felt odd but you carried on, and just when you finished your brows, his message tone ringed and your phone lit up.

Ugh!

Jaehyun was at his peak.

A solo single coming out to the public in 2 days, which concludes fan signs on the following weeks during the promotion. Music shows and award show appearances. Another recording for collaboration for SMTOWN Station in the next month. Jaehyun did have time, but it was all cramped on his busy, idol, schedule.

All while the others are still in the military, Jaehyun and the remaining had to carry their group name, as well as keep the sales coming for the company. The idol industry isn’t just entertainment, after all. In the end, it was business -- the rest of those who still haven’t enlisted must carry on.

And because Jaehyun is going to be enlisted for the next year and a half - it was only necessary that the company utilize each member, especially Jaehyun. In this current generation, Jaehyun is a King - all with his god-like visuals and heaven-sent voice, it was sure that he’ll be stable until his enlistment.

But all that, King Jaehyun is lonely. Sure, his entire body and soul is dedicated to his work - it’s his life. But his heart was needing something - someone to fill its void. And he was pursuing that need, the need that was you.

“Have you heard?”

Soomin asked, looking directly at your eating figure. You were slurping on a cup of ramyeon as you watched The King of Masked Singer with your team: squished between you and your female manager was Mari while Soomin rests her head on your crossed legs.

“Heard what?” You replied, slurping on another set of noodles.

Soomin wiped her face in disgust while some of the ramyeon soup went on her face. “God, I wish our fans could see how much of a pig you are.”

“Whatever,” you replied.

“What were you going to say Soomin?” Mari asked, eyes still glued on the TV. It was very much expected of Mari not to forget rumors — but not choreo. You still love her anyway.

“Jaehyun was rushed to the hospital just this afternoon.”

You coughed, dropping some blessing onto Soomin’s face causing her to jump.

“Ya!”

Thankfully there was a nightstand beside the couch where you placed your ramyeon. You wiped your mouth from the droplets of spicy and salty ramyeon and immediately fished your phone from the side of the couch and dialed Jaehyun’s number.

The other line answered, Jaehyun’s voice resonating through.

“Yes hello? It’s rare for you to call,” you hear him chuckle.

“Are you okay sunbae?”

“What do you mean?”

Your brows raised with his question — confusion was written all over your face. Soomin shrugged and stood from where she sat, Mari and your manager following you. As soon as they had their backs on you, they giggled, making you miss the smug grins on their faces.

“Hello? Still there?” Jaehyun asked on the line.

“Yes, Soomin told me you were rushed to the hospital—“

“I’m perfectly fine,” he laughs. “I think you just missed me.”

You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. Proven, you were stupid enough to fall for Soomin and Mari’s tricks. You were thankful that Jaehyun can’t see your face as you were sure that your face is as red as a tomato right now.

“I’m just worried…” with threaded words you replied.

“Sure you do,” and sure you were that he was being sarcastic.

“Sunbae…” You could only flop your butt back on the couch, palming your forehead of how much dumb you are.

“Well, I’m glad that my baby missed me, but break’s over and I have to head back to practice,” he chuckled.

“Alright,” you sighed. Yes, you heard the name he called you, but you were sure that if you mention it more, more teasings would come your way. You decided to pretend that you didn’t hear it. “Goodluck with practice, Jaehyun-sunbae.”

You hear the line go silent that you thought he ended it without you noticing, but when you looked at the screen, he was still on. You put your phone back beside your ear and hummed. “Sunbae, put the line down.”

“Why don’t you go first?” His tone was teasing—you could almost see the smugness written all over his features.

“Alright. Bye sunbae.”

With that, you pressed the red button on your phone and tossed it aside—The King of Masked Singer already on its ending cue.

On the other line, however, was Jaehyun lying on the hospital bed, IV inserted on his median cubital. His lips tugged into a smile as the call ended as your photo with him flashed on the screen.

“Hard to get, are we?”

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ktheist · 6 years

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sweet treats | m

muses. jimin x reader ft. jeongguk

genre. smut, questionable fluff, definite angst

type. sugar daddy au. single parent au

word.3.3k

warnings: explicit sexual content, slight degration, unprotected sex, spanking, daddy kink, mentions of cheating

verse. knj. ksj. myg. kth. pjm. jjk. jhs. story time.

“All we ever do,” you draw mindless patters over the planes of his chest, summoning goosebumps over his skin, “is have sex.”

“Sweets,” he brings your hand which has been fixed on tattooing him as yours to his lips, kissing your knuckles tenderly, “what are you trying to say?”

Pouting, you pull your hand back but with greater strength, he manages to keep in on his chest in a loosely balled fist as a sign of crumpling opposition. You’ve never been able to resist him. And sly curl in the corners of his lips tells you he likes it, so very much.

“I’m saying,” you refrain from smiling from the triumph of having him suck in a deep breath when you hook your leg over his, grinding your shaven pussy against his hip, “I want us to go out,” he lets the hand slither out of his grasp and caress his neck the way you know will give you an easy pass, it’s his weak spot, “like on a date.”

The sigh heaving out of his chest is drawn out and long as his eyes screw shut, the image running through his head no doubt pertaining your tight little pussy engulfing him instead of dry humping his hip which neither can gain out of such ministrations, “You know,” he’s forced to trap his bottom lip between his teeth when you boldly straddle his thigh, slickness smearing all over the patch of skin you’re pressing on, “I can’t do that.”

Then, just like that, your heat is gone and the body he’s holding oh-so-closely evaporates into air. You don’t need to look over your silken shoulder to see him pushing his hair back with his hand in frustration as his sigh fills the otherwise empty room. Tying the sash around your waist, you tread towards the bathroom door, switching on the light and leaving a tiny but noticeable gap as an invitation.

If he values you enough like the honey sweet nothings he says when you’re making love, he should know to kiss your displeasure away after having heard the same old ‘I cant’s’ every damn time.

Not even three heartbeats to yourself, he’s perched by the door, veins protruding underneath the back of his hand that’s gripping the wooden plank as though he’s in immense pain. And judging from the sight of his lower body, you muse, he very much is.

No matter. This has been going on for too long and you’re holding onto a thin strand of hope. Hope, you laugh at yourself in the mirror, cherry lips curving cruelly at the notion. That’s all he’s given you but he never goes through with it.

“Jimin,” you cock your head to the side as he finds home in the dip of your waist, plump lips asking for forgiveness as he kisses your neck, “daddy,” the crimson on your lips are deadly as you relish in the suppressed groan trapped inside his throat, he really does love it when you call him that, “are you afraid? of what people might think if you showed up at an event with a young lady old enough to be your daughter big sister?”

“You’re so young,” he breathes against your ear, thumb and index finger coming up to your jaw and holding it in place, “so pretty,” he meets your eyes in the reflection, where his is like the dark midnight clouds encasing the moon, yours is a sunny day with sunshine trapped in them, “don’t waste your time on an old man like me.”

He relinquishes his touch on your body, stepping backwards. You search again for that smoldering gaze that burns in the pit of your stomach but he’s already turned his cheek to the mirror, hair falling over what could have been your passage to the windows of his soul.

You fall on your knees as though invisible bricks crash on your shoulders and bring you down, “Daddy,” your hands are already folded in your lap, “I- I’m sorry,” crimson lip secured between your teeth, you peer through your lashes, “I crossed the line, please, punish me.”

Jimin sighs yet again and you can tell he’s at the end of limits with your poking, pleading, “Okay,” he threads his hand into your locks but all you’re seeing is his throbbing cock right in your face, “Just don’t push me again.”

“I- I won’t,” you quickly say, almost pleadingly as you meet his gaze, “M-may I? Please...”

“You may,” he finally relents, dark eyes watching you like a wolf as your trembling hands caresses his ball as you take the other one into your mouth, moaning.

His eyes are fixated on his reddening skin, your lipstick smudging it a painful color as your free hand creates indentations in the back of his thigh, “God, I like it when you’re giving so much attention to my balls.”

“Looks like,” you break away to catch air but your hand remains massaging him to full hardness, “You still have some to give me.”

A groan finally breaks through as he clutches your hair tightly, burning you scalp as you flick your tongue over the slit, tasting yourself and him from your previous endeavor. He his the back of your throat not even half way in. What you can’t take into your mouth, you make up with your free hand as the other one loyally attend to his swollen sacks.

“You’re wasted on me,” Jimin grunts through his teeth, “You could have gotten any man you want, any woman,” he bucks his hips into your mouth and you decide to cut him some slack, leaving his tip to lather your tongue up and down his shaft until you’ve licked every spot of skin there is, smearing his precum and your saliva all over him, “and yet you choose me.”

“They say,” wipe the corner of your lips with the back of your hand, “experience comes with age,” standing up and taking his stretched hand for assistance, you lead him towards the bed where the sheets are undone and goob of cum is drying beneath it, “that saying hasn’t failed me thus far.”

You position yourself in the middle of the bed, head lying on a pillow as you cross your arms above it, giving him a perfect view of your perched breasts and cleavage from the V that goes all the way down to the sash where the two sides of the silken robe meet. You cross your legs as to hide yourself from his ravaging gaze, knowing if he wants you, he’ll do the prying himself and you love it when he wrenches your legs apart with his strong hands as he does now.

“That’s a lot of pressure, my sweets,” he slides his knees between your legs and presses against your slickness, purring at what he finds as he pulls on one end of the flimsy ribbon and exposes your nakedness, “But caving under it has never been my forte,” he grazes your cheek with his thumb and uses that deep tone only when he’s about to fuck you senseless.

In one swift motion, that strong muscled arm has you pinned against the bed face down, ass up. You can feel the particularly chilled air licking at your juices which have fallen on the inside of your thigh.

“The things you make me do,” he runs a soothing palm over your left cheek before the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoes off the walls and jolts you forward but a hand gripping your hip keeps you from moving an inch, “they’re inhuman,” another smack fills the air as your laughter brushes your ears, the sound is almost mocking but it’s oh, “yet you love it.”

“I love it,” you echo, the remnants of your enjoyment faltering into giggles, “I love it so very much, daddy,” gripping the bedspread for purchase, you ground yourself and swing your hips in his face, knowing he’ll never be able to take his eyes of your dripping love cavern, “more, please.”

The sound bounces off the walls once again, this time on the cheek of his very fist choosing. One, two, three... you’ve lost count and your ass his sore from the abuse and the tears in your eyes have long fallen onto the pillow.

It’s possibly been hours, an eternity even and you’re here to reap the result of your sowing. Jimin likes you spanked red and dripping sore so you know your place, “Please, please, please,” you chant as he runs his finger from your clit to your wetness, “daddy,” you whimper just as he pushes the digit into you and you greedily suck him in like it’s his very dick you’re moaning for.

“There you go,” he slides his hand out only to have another slip in, “Suck my fingers in,” and with both digits half-inside, he parts them slowly, stretching you out as you buck your hips back, wishing to take them in nuckles deep.

Your eagerness earns a pleasant chuckle from the man, and to egg him further, you chime, “I have this fantasy,” hips moving back and forth casually, you go on, “of you fingering me as we sit at a table with all our acquaintances,” a low curse makes you slam your pussy against his knuckles, “my father, especially,” you push yourself up on your forearms, peeking beneath your body to find his hand pumping his cock furiously, “us laughing when Mr. Kim makes one of his jokes,” the last of his patience falls through at your final words, “your hand in my panties.”

“Darling,” he hisses through gritted teeth, “with your father there?” a short laughter tumbles out of his mouth, “what will he say when he knows his little girl has grown up to be such a filthy little thing?”

When his digits leave you for good, you moan in protest, “So close,” you pant, discontent, “I was so close, why?!”

Jimin hushes you up like he’s handling a child’s tantrum before he rubs his tip up your slit teasingly, “You’re ready.”

“If you’d keep your fingers inside me, I would be coming by now,” you reply in frustration only to have your words turn incoherent when he slips into you, purring in the sensation of your tightness.

“Wouldn’t you rather come on my dick though, sweets?” he rolls his hips into you as the planes of his abs presses against your back, index finger hooking around your pinky as you meet his pace.

“At this point,” you manage between pleasured pants, “I don’t care which part of you makes me cum.”

“Both then,” he concludes, his free hand sliding down your body and locating the swollen bud, “should do the trick.”

A thrust powerful thrust later, stars dot your vision as you ride the wave of orgasm, chest constricting, drool leaking onto your cheek, you’ve never come quite this hard. When you fall face first into the pillow, he doesn’t stop thrusting into you, chasing his own high as you muster up what remains of your strength to meet him half way.

Ribbons of cum pours into your womb as he stills like a statue but his mouth never tires from moaning. He empties the last drop, dick softening inside you before falling on your side where as you’re breathing against the pillow, he’s staring at the ceiling.

The silence is deafening as your thoughts and his swirls around the quietude, louder than words ever will. Nimble fingers wrap around your wrist as you’re stopped from reaching his cheek, smiling, you say nothing and eventually, he loosens his grip. He leans into your palm as you plant a kiss on his lips, short, chaste as the stolen moments.

“Even at the brink of your marriage,” he murmurs, halting you from pulling away as his lips brush yours and he smiles the smile of a man defeated, “you still push your luck.”

“It’s like you don’t know me at all,” you return a smile of your own before retracting your touch, feeling him chase after your warmth before he stops himself and remains on his side of the bed.

Murmuring a goodnight as you pull your robes back on and securing it around your waist, you curl yourself to sleep, knowing these hopes, they were never meant to be.

In the morning, you don yesterday’s clothes. Standing in front of the mirror in Jimin’s closet, your hands expertly put on your diamond earrings back, granted they’re old, handed down to you from your mother who received it from her mother. They’re going to need fixing if you don’t want to end up permanently losing a family heirloom. Next time, they won’t be luckily lying on Jimin’s floor.

Glancing over his bed, his nightstand with that hideous oversized lamp perched on the surface, his open curtains and everything that makes this space him, you say your final goodbye to the space you know for the last ten months.

“You would have made a good mother to Yoonha,” comes a voice on your left where the see through slide doors open up to a balcony, a round table and two chairs sit across one another, your grip tightens just the slightest bit on the strap of your clutch purse, wishing he would let you go easily this time but then again, it wouldn’t be very Jimin to just blend into the picture as he occupies one of the chairs, a white mug sitting atop the surface of the table next to where his arm drapes, “I’m afraid I wouldn’t have made a good husband for you.”

“You never know,” your smile as you approach him, trying too hard to ignore the vacant seat which you claim as yours every morning you spend together, drinking coffee in last night’s shirts, “I could’ve made a great husband out of you.”

He covers your hand that’s on his shoulder, fingering the protruding rock sitting snugly on your fourth finger as though he’s accepting the parting before he even got you into his bed. Then, he lifts your hand and kisses your knuckles, lips lingering on the ruby, “Thank you, ___.”

“Take care of Yoonha for me,” you slip your hand out of his grasp, not thinking twice as you make your way to the door whilst he chuckles, “Of course, I’m her dad, after all.”

There’s this little kid.

She’s always there at the last three functions you’ve attended. Full cheeks with dark brown hair and darker eye, she stands just a few inches above your knees. You know because she came close enough, stopping by your side as her pudgy fingers reach for a chocolate cupcake just a few knuckles away.

“Oh,” her face falls when a hand picks up the pretty pink cup but her eyes shine like the sky that day when the treat manifests in front of her, sitting atop a palm, your palm.

“Go on, none of these people really care about the food which is a shame, they’re really good,” you smile, poking a manicured finger into the icing, then licking it off with a delightful hum as it seems to convince the little girl... until she stops just millimeters away from grasping the cupcake.

Her bottom lip puckers out cutely, “Daddy says I shouldn’t have sweeties anymore or else all my teeth will fall off.”

In your head, you wonder what kind of father brings her daughter to these dull and boring events and leave her to wander off on her own whilst scaring her off from eating too much of the desserts splayed out on the tent length table, “Can I tell you a secret? But you’ll have to promise not to tell daddy... truth is, you’ll grow a new set of teeth.”

And that’s how you find yourself a little partner, mostly guilty for a few missing delights on the table at functions like this but it’s not like it’ll run out anytime soon.

“Yoonha, try this one,” you hand her a cream puff as her eyes sparkle, it’s a rainy day but the beam in her smile is enough to summon out the sun as she bites into the dessert, cheeks filling out like a chipmunk’s as she tries to get the whole thing in, “Yum!”

“So,” a male voice suddenly says and standing behind Yoonha’s chair is a man in grey suit and the same dark eyes as her, “this is the unnie that’s been feeding my daughter sweet treats.”

“Daddy!” Yoonha beams happily, her sugar coated fingers reaching out to her father and he obliges, picking her up and rubbing the crusts out of his daughter’s face before she curls all her fingers around his thumb, “are you mad daddy?”

“Mad? Why would I be?” He glances over to you and then back to his daughter with a knowing smile, “You like unnie, don’t you?”

“Yes, I love unnie!” She reaches out to you to which you pluck her out of her father’s grasp who looks mildly offended that his little girl’s affection has been stolen away from hum, “She lets me eat all I want, isn’t that right, unnie?”

Forcing an awkward laugh, you clinch your teeth together in a tight smile, “Maybe” you sing, holding your free hand up with a small gap between your index and thumb, “maybe we should cut down on the sugar intake, now that we’ve been found out.”

The man nods as the daughter pouts, “But I’m sure daddy can make an exception today?” you add, glancing over the man, hopeful for his daughter as he thrusts his chin out contemplatively before revealing a perfect set of teeth.

“Alright,” he pretends to be lenient even though Yoonha’s puppy’s eyes has gotten him wrapped around her fingers, it’s only a matter of time before she knows to use it to her advantage, “Today only, then you’re brushing your teeth when we get home.”

“Yay! Yay! Yay!” the little girl chimes, wiggling her little legs to get you to put her down as she does the same with your index finger, wrapping her whole hand around it as you both bound for the dessert table.

You wait for Yoonha to come to a decision between the blueberry cake and red velvet and when her eyebrows seem to have knit themselves together, you can’t help the laugh tumbling out of your mouth at the cute sight, you wonder if her father has this endearing side to him too, “How ‘bout both, Yoonha?”

You end up taking testers of half of everything from the table and when you get back to your seat, he’s already seated and crossing his legs as he makes conversation with your table mates, half of them already gone to socialize.

“Daddy, look what unnie and I got!” Yoonha is first to arrive, pudgy fingers on his knees as another hand points at the plate full of ala carte desserts.

Much to your surprise, instead of going wide eyed at the amount of food, he plucks the cherry off the toppings from the slice of red velvet, “Gosh, I’m starving,” he hums appreciatively, picking up her daughter and sitting her in his lap.

“I’m Jimin, by the way,” he leans into you slightly once Yoonha’s too wrapped into the dessert to care about what the adults are all about.

“You’re not mad I fed your daughter unhealthy sweets for the last five weeks?” You raise an eyebrow but the playfulness shows through the smile you have on.

“What’s life without a little bit of sweet things?” He returns your smile with a glint in his eyes much, much different to mini him.

“___,” Jeongguk comes to your side, a hand on your back before he realizes your company and nods slightly which the elder man mimics himself, “Mr. Park,” glancing between you two, his forehead creases but he shakes it away as he sports the billion dollar smile of his, “If you don’t mind, I’ll have to steal my fiancee away for a bit.”

“Nope,” Jimin waves, “It’s fine, ___ was just entertaining my daughter,” he looks at you with that exact glint in his eyes, like a man on a mission, “Thank you.”

For the rest of the day, you can’t keep your eyes from looking over at him. Until, five functions later, whilst Yoonha stays with her mother on the other side of the country, you get him alone.

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