#when i said hoseok stans never starve... i meant it

[v-hope]

no thoughts head empty

[hobiheavenly]

“You’re still the one I love” (JHS)

✧ Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

✧ One shot, Domestic AU, Fluff, Smut 

✧ Warnings: fingering, sir kink, praise kink, penetration, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, spanking, dirty talk

✧ Word Count: 6.5K

✧ Summary: Living a peaceful life with your husband and daughter is truly your source of happiness. But even with a happy life you start wonder if he ever regrets how his life turned out because of you. What would have happened if you had not gotten pregnant when you were both still in college? does he even truly love his present life? 

✧ A/N: you know for a hoseok stan i never really got into making a story for him. I wanted to give myslef the indulgence of writing about my bias in the sweetest way possible. when I say I went soft while writing this fic I MEAN SOFT AS A FLUFF BALL! i truly hope you all like it (●´ω｀●)

Happiness comes in many forms and through different ways. Some find happiness in having a lot of money or buying different things, others preferring small details that made life better like singing in your car when your favorite song is playing or walking on a sunny breezy day. For you it was your family. Nothing beats having your 4 year old daughter Seohyun and your husband, Hoseok, together with you thinking of silly ways to make you smile.

Seohyun was the quirky little goblin that filled your days with smiles and would always have a new word of the week. She had her fathers playful eyes, her mother's plush lips, and according to your brother Yoongi, a small kitty cat nose. She looked like a cute doll but contrary to a doll she was incredibly hyperactive.

For you happiness came in the form of Saturday morning pancakes where your daughter would always help by adding things to the mixing bowl or decorating the pancakes with fruit or powder sugar, all while trying to avoid getting Hoseok to eat all the chocolate chips.

“Look they’re saying something” he put the chocolate bag close to his ears, “what’s that, chocolate chips-ssi? You want me to eat you? That you want to be together in my tummy?”

“Papa, chocolate can't talk!!” The child pouts, “if you eat them all there won’t be enough for all of us!”

“Ahh alright! But I might starve and end up so skinny that the wind will blow me away all because you didn’t give me chocolate” Hoseok teased the infant to make her more angry but instead her reaction came in the form of a wail as tears ran through her face and she went to hug him.

“I DON'T WANT PAPA TO FLY AWAY WITH THE WIND!!”

It was adorable to see the tall lean man carry the child in his arms. Gone was the Hoseok you met in college who would dye his hair every 3 months and party every night without a care in the world. In his place stood a brown haired man who looked more formal but the childish spark was still there. He was now a responsible family man who was desperately trying to console his daughter to stop crying. In your eyes they were both the sunshine of your life. You set the last pancake on the plate and turn to where your family was.

“Hobi, stop that! You’re scaring her!!” You slapped his arm lightly and turned to your daughter, “Papa won’t leave because I keep him well fed and also he is filled with lots of love so can’t ever fly away. Plus I can always tie him down with a string if that happens”

You wrap your arms around your husband’s waist and send a wink to your daughter. Seohyun’s face lights up instantly, her emotions always so easily changing and so expressive, “Like a balloon!” She laughs as she gets down from her dad’s arms to continue her decorating job, “a Papa Balloon!”

“Tie me down?” Hoseok whispers into your ear hugging you back firmly, “Like bondage? Now that’s something I’d like to see you try” the comment making you roll your eyes but your smile was still on your face. As Seohyun concentrated on continuing the decorations for the pancakes, Hoseok spun you around catching your face “do you still remember the time we made pancakes the first time after buying the house? We truly christened the place”

He winked devilishly, his hands sliding to your sides as he pulled close to him. Even after 5 years of marriage your husband was still the king of wanting to get you hot and bothered in the most inconvenient of places. He knew you would blush just like you are right now and loved seeing you react so coily in front of others because he knew that if you were alone your reaction would be different.

“How about we don’t traumatize our daughter first thing in morning?” You smile playfully at your husband spanking his butt in the process.

Hoseok kisses you lightly at first but his kisses quickly deepen in a span of a second. Five years together and he still had the ability to make you melt like ice cream on a hot summer day with just one kiss.

“EWWWW GWOSS!” Seohyun interrupted the kiss by sticking her tongue out making a gagging sound at her parents, “can you not be so kissy kissy! I haven’t had breakfast yet!”

Someone was spending too much time with uncle Yoongi. That’s exactly the type of reaction he would give whenever you and Hoseok would display affection towards one another, the only difference being Yoongi was less adorable when he said that.

The three of you sat in the floor using the small table in the living room to eat your breakfast and Seohyun would turn on the tv for her morning cartoons. Most of the time you would watch along with her and enjoy the show, laughing at the figures in the screen or having Hoseok trying to imitate the funny voices as you laugh at his terrible impersonations. It was the moments together, the little details, the laughter, and company that made everything so worthwhile.

“Seo, we gotta start getting ready for when Yoongi gets here so we can all go to the dance studio” You called out the child once you finished breakfast, only to be met with deaf ears. Your daughter too busy watching cartoons about magical girls saving the day to even notice your calling.

“Let her enjoy the show it’s almost over anyways. Let’s get everything ready” Hoseok took the plates and left them in the sink while you followed behind after cleaning the table. Just as you prepared to wash the dishes, suddenly you felt your husband’s arms surround your waist, head resting on your shoulder as you scrubbed away. “Mrs. Jung, we didn’t finish the discussion we had earlier about bondage”

Hoseok loved saying your married surname when you were intimate, because to him the fact that you were even married was always a blessing in his mind. Sure a cute nickname would be the obvious choice for anyone but for him, as ridiculous as it sounded, he liked something out of the ordinary and a name that defined you as his. Because from the moment you met in that frat party his friends were throwing, the moment you locked eyes, he knew he was done for. You had to be his. He would move sky, heaven, and earth to make you his own. And the moment you reciprocate his feelings and then some, he was locked forever to your life. To him you were perfect.

“Mr. Jung, need I remind you our daughter is in the living room…” you whispered softly, not letting him see how his words affected you as you continued cleaning the dishes.

Hoseok gave a half smile, “If that’s the case we can always go upstairs...I might need your help to get into my athletic clothing”

He kissed the crook of your neck and slowly pecked small kisses leading a trail to your nape as he used his index to stroke gently the outline of your spine. The chill of excitement was automatic. Your husband knew your buttons and loved pushing them to the limit, knowing you would be the voice of reason who would always shut him down. But he always loved seeing just how much you were willing to cave in for him. He did this almost routinely. Anything he could do to get you to blush or be all hot and bothered was his favorite thing.

Normally you were quick to shut him down, being the voice of reason in this family meant also having to tell your husband to stop trying to seduce you so early in the morning. But this time you were in a playful mood, maybe it was the kiss he just gave you earlier or maybe the perfect morning that had you in a good mood. You shut off the water, turning your head slightly you look at him with darkened eyes, “I’ll meet you in the room in a minute” your voice dropped as low as you pressed your ass to his crotch, “you better make it good because we don’t have much time.”

“Have I ever let you down?” He had not ever in his time with you ever let you down. One of the 10,469 reasons why you love Hoseok: his sexual appetite and prowess never leave your unsatisfied.

Once you finished with the dishes, rushing more than usual, you headed to the master bedroom and closed the door locking it. Living with a 4 year old meant that she could burst through the door at any moment. Not that Seohyun was gonna stop watching her show anytime soon. While closing, Hoseok pulled you from behind close to him near the bed as he pulled down your pijamada shorts and underwear so fast it didn’t give you much time to react.

“You may have been acting cold and collected downstairs but I know your slutty little pussy has been hot and wet for me” once again he was correct, not that you ever admitted it openly. His middle finger was quick to find your core, slipping inside, and tracing circles on your clit. Your cunt clenching him in its moistened entrance.

“Take responsibility then” you smirked teasing him to try. Challenge accepted. The pace of his fingers quickened on the spot shortening your breathing. His digits start pumping inside you so rhythmically quickly making you lose your mind. It was easy to drown in his scent, in the sound of both your breathing, and the smell of sex emanating from your needy cunt.

“Break down for me. Show me how much you love feeling me” Hoseok urges you. You arch your back, feeling his hardened dick pressing against your ass again and you bite your lip fighting back the urge to moan the pleasure you were feeling.

Big mistake. He wanted you to let yourself go, moan his name and have you begging for more, and he knew the exact way to do it. With the hand he had free, he moistens the thumb and the places it on your breast as he flicks your nipple and ocasionally pinches it. In the position you were both in he couldn’t suckle your breast but feeling the wet feeling of his finger  were enough to have your nipples harden quickly. And to add the heat he licked your spine tasting your skin of your back. 

Even when the gesture was simple, it felt like you were being touched by a torch, your body getting hotter and hotter. You exhaled a long restrained moan, hoping not to make too much noise. His fingers easily finding your sweet spot, the endless torture causing your pussy to clench at the feeling of Hoseok’s fingers inside you. “Hobi….I’m so close” the waves of orgasm were getting higher, you could feel one coming. You cover your mouth letting out a muffled scream as the orgasm hits you, legs trembling like a baby deer. Had it not been because he was holding you, you could have fallen out of the weakness you felt.

Suddenly the doorbell interrupted the both of you causing Hoseok to actually jump in his place and pull his hand away. You could hear Seohyun run fast to get the door, greeting the new visitors with a happy squeal. “UNCLE YOONGI! UNCLE JIMIN!”

“There’s my little kitten!” You heard Yoongi’s voice in the entrance. The both of you exhale deeply,  accustomed to interruptions in your sexual activities at this point. Hoseok cleaned your cum with his finger and sucked on it tasting your flavor as he winked with a sparkle in his eye as if to say, “we’ll finish this later”. You both quickly change clothes and go downstairs to greet your brother who was accompanied by his boyfriend, Park Jimin. But just as you see him he greets you with a stern look on his face, “I hope your face is red because you were running”

Your eyes widened at the comment. As you look into the mirror in the hall you see your brother is right, your face was red from blushing so much all thanks to your naughty little husband who was giggling in the background. “What can I say I still have that effect on her” Hoseok shrugs smugly causing you to punch him in the arm.

“Ew gross, stop talking about my sister like that”

“Yoongi, they’ve literally been married for 5 years now” Jimin laughed behind him, “When are you ever gonna get used to that?”

“When hell freezes, I still don’t see what she sees in you but apparently you make her happy” Yoongi shrugs but quickly decides to ignore everyone else in favor of Seohyun who was tugging at his shirt and lifting her arms in sign that she wanted to be carried, “Seohyunnie! have you been a good girl?”

The child nodded her head vehemently as Yoongi started spreading kisses all over her face making her giggle. To say that Seohyun loved her uncle was an understatement of the century. As much as she loved her mom and dad to the Moon and back, she adored Yoongi to Pluto and back. And he in turn adored the munchkin to the point of spoiling her, something that you sometimes disapproved of but in the end you knew Seohyun always had her way.

You turn to your daughter who was now filling your brother’s face with little kisses “Are you ready to go out with Uncle Yoongi? Do you have everything ready in your bag? Look at you you haven’t even changed out of your pjs!”

Seohyun looks at you smugly, “Mama, I’m a big girl now! I so can take care of myself!”

Hoseok smiles as he interjects, “oh yeah, big girl? What’s 4340 times 13?” Seohyun gives a prolonged “uhh” as if she were ever to know the answer to that question at such a young age. “See that’s what I thought. Until you are able to answer that question you are still our baby and as such you have to follow what Mama says”

The child pouts as she hugs her uncle, hiding her face in the crook if his neck while making her trademark pout she always made when things didn’t go her way. “Come on Kitten, lets get your stuff ready. It’s best we get a move on quick. The rest of the guys are at the studio waiting for us and we still gotta create the choreography for Jimin’s new presentation”

The three men knew each other from their high school days, the three of them had always had an interest in the art of music and dance. Though time has passed since all of them finished college, every weekend they would get together and help each other out. Even when Hoseok didn’t professionally dance anymore, he was still one to help out when needed.

“After this you better pay me for my services Jimin! I may be your friend but I have a family to feed” Hoseok teased his friend.

“Yes, hyung, as soon as I win the competition and get the prize money I’ll give you your share I promise” Jimin smiled seeing the two men go up the stairs to change leaving the two of you alone. “I hope we didn’t interrupt your morning, I’m just super pumped to have Hyung teach me the new dance choreo”

“Oh, not really, we were already done with breakfast. But thank you so much for letting Seohyun join you guys for dance practice. Right now she’s in her ballerina phase so she’s been wanting to dance all over the place” You laughed remembering the little twirls and dance movements she would do around the house. Hoseok was very happy with this considering that dance was his major. Unfortunately the new hobby had cost them quite a few decorations around the house to be broken because Seohyun would lose her balance and knock things down.  

“No trouble at all! We love having her around she’s really cheerful and energetic like hyung but has the same smart mouth as you and her uncle” Jimin smiled his characteristing sweet smile “I’m always so impressed to see him act like such an adult! I mean if you wouldn’t have gotten pregnant so soon I bet he would still be living the party life like we did in college and he would be dancing professionally but truly married life has brought him down to become a loving father” Jimin laughed at his own comment but you didn’t return the favor. Even when Jimin didn’t mean ill when he said those words but it still carried something that hurt you deep inside.

It was true what he said. You got pregnant while in college, both of you having to quit all your dreams of travel and exploring like you once wished and instead did everything you could to get a job and obtain a house for your family. There was a time Hoseok even had to do two jobs to save enough money for baby supplies and expenses. Certain times you felt guilty for taking away Hoseok’s chance at dancing professionally and pursuing his dreams all because you got pregnant.

Hoseok never really held it against you though. By all means he was mature enough to take responsibility from the beginning and wipe away your insecurities. You remember how much you cried thinking that he was bound to leave you at the moment you told him. He had never mentioned making family to you so you were safe to assume that he didn’t want any.

“You thought I was gonna leave you like this?” He had said when you told him the news, “I would never be that cowardly! I love you and sure we probably skipped a couple of steps in the process of our relationship but I’m sure we can manage just fine. It’s you and me against the world, babe!” He placed a hand gently into your flat belly and cooed, “and other babe!”

Even when you faced hardships and criticism from many including your own families, you both stayed together through thick and thin. The pregnancy came with a cost. You ended up finishing college earlier in favor of a 9-5 job, Hoseok went into a store business in which later time he would become associate and earned good money and you went into the customer service world only to later discontinue that job once the pregnancy became so huge it was hurting your body to even do simple things. Your husband decided to take the ropes of the situation and was able to manage the income himself. “at least till the baby is born” he said. You felt guilty that you had to see him juggle two jobs because your feet were so swollen you couldn’t handle even standing for long periods of time. But once Seohyun was born that fateful spring day, everything seemed to show that all your hard efforts had been worth it.

The sound of your family coming down the stairs broke your thoughts and returned you to the present reality. The trip down memory lane was a bittersweet one that still left you with a sad feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Your husband who now dressed in loose comfortable clothing of a white shirt and cargo pants carried Seohyun in his back. Your daughter being the creative little flamingo she was opted for a very colorful ensemble of pink leggins, white shirt, and an adorable baby pink tutu as she held her favorite My Neighbor Totoro plushie in her hand that was given to her by her uncle Yoongi (he had introduced Seohyun to Ghibli movies since she was able to speak and at this point could quote Totoro entirely). Hoseok came close to you and pecked your lips while your daughter pecked your forehead at the same time, the action causing a small smile to peak from your lips. “Come on Babe, let’s pop, lock and roll outta here”

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“J-HOOOOOOPE!” The roaring wave from the whole group of men and women in the dance studio welcomed you as you came in. Everyone knew Hoseok, shook his hand, and hugged him. He was in his world being the center of attention and getting everyone in line to start practice. You sat down next to Yoongi who was busy with his laptop doing some edits at the side of the room observing everything.

Your husband started the lesson and his second in command, little baby Seohyun in a pink tutu stood right next to him but at the other end of the room ready to get into the dance on her own. It was adorable seeing her try to imitate Hoseok and the others while adding so many more different movements that didn’t even belong in the choreography. Just like her father, she loved improv dancing.

When Hoseok danced it was like art in motions. His movements were smooth and rhythmic movements so natural like a flowing river. The man transformed into another being when he danced, it wasn’t Hobi or Hoseok, this was J-Hope the artist and dancer.

“Okay everyone let’s take a 5 minute break! Jimin I need you to push more at the second quarter ok? We can’t have you stepping on Sebin again!” Everyone dispersed to drink water and stretched as Hoseok stayed behind with Jimin guiding the steps slowly and your daughter followed along.

Two of the women stood came to get their water bottles that were next to where you were sitting, both looking so young and beautiful.

“He is such an amazing dancer! I can’t believe he hasn’t gone pro!” One of them said.

“Didn’t you know? The guy was at the brink of going into a multi famous company. But his college sweetheart got knocked up and he had to drop his dreams for her” the other responded.

“Oh damn that sounds so bad! Poor J-Hope! That bitch really destroyed his dream”

The was just the last thing to break you. Their words easily hurting you deep inside because you felt those words to be true. You truly had destroyed his dreams, you were responsible for holding him back. The tears formed immediately even when you pushed so hard to fight them back.

“OI! How about you shut the fuck up when you don’t know damn squat about his life” Yoongi growled at the girls who leave whispering amongst themselves. he looked back at you, eyes filled with compassion. “Don’t listen to them ___, those ignorant bitches don’t know shit”

“I gotta go to the bathroom, keep an eye on Seohyun please” you cleaned your tears and quickly ran out of the room.

Hoseok immediately noticed something was off about your attitude. Normally you would be smiling widely or giving a long lecture about how Seohyun should be careful about doing warm ups or telling her to not inconvenience anyone, but this time you were suddenly so serious and lost in thought.

“Yoongi, did you notice ___ has been acting rather oddly since we left the house? Like she was deep in thought but she was just really down. I didn’t want to make much of it but now that I saw her leave just now I can’t stop worrying about it”

“She’s a little on the sensitive side right now. Two of the trainees forgot their boundaries and were gossiping about your past which upset her. They called her a bitch for making you quit dancing for her. I swear some people are alive because it’s illegal to kill them”

A small growl came from Hoseok’s lips. People could talk shit about him but never about his wife or daughter. “But that still doesn’t explain why she was feeling the same since earlier…”

“Did you guys fight?”

“Not that I remember we were really happy this morning when I was fing…..finishing the pancakes she made for me” he scratched his head trying to look innocent.

Yoongi glares at his friend knowing well what he was trying to imply, “So then what could be ___’s problem? Before we went to get your stuff we left her alone with Jimin”

As if summoned by name, Jimin appears jugging his water irradiating his usual angelical glow, accompanied by Seohyun who immediately went to Yoongi to hug him, “Is there something wrong with ___?”

“Jimin did you notice anything wrong with her? did you guys talk about anything?

“Not really. I just told her i was excited to have you show me the new choreo and i told her it was weird to see you acting like a dad considering how much you used to party and dance….what”

Yoongi groaned, “Jimin, I love you, but you’re such a blunt idiot”

The younger man blinks in confusion, “what do you mean?”

“___ has an odd complex over the fact that Hoseok chose to quit dance over her. It didn’t help the fact that to bih….ladies mentioned that in front of her causing her to be upset” Yoongi explained

After his boyfriend explains the situation to hin, Jimin instantly felt bad and profusely apologized. “It was never my intention for her to feel that way. I was just really proud of Hyung for being so responsible.” he said sweating nervously, “I think it’s best you talk it over with her. Just give her some peace of mind about it. Yoongi and I can always take care of Seohyunnie for you so don’t worry about it.”

“Daddy does this mean I can stay with Uncle Yoongi and Uncle Jimin?? PWEATY PWEATY PLEEEEAASSEEE!!?! promise I’ll be good!”

He looked at the child with hesitation, normally you were the one to give the permissions in the family. But just as he was about to respond Yoongi pats his shoulder, “Look it’s okay, go help ___ out. We’ll watch over Sehyunnie tonight”

“CAN WE WATCH GIBWY MOOVIES LIKE LAST TIME?!” She jumped up and down. The mere question made Yoongi almost cry with pride.

Hoseok decided to end the practice early, claiming a family emergency and apologizing to the crew. Just as everyone left, you come out of the bathroom and see your husband packing his things.

“Hobi? Done early? I thought for sure you would take some more time with the practice” you said rubbing your eyes. Hoseok could tell by the puffiness of your eyes that you had been crying. “Where’s Seohyun?”

“She’s staying with Yoongi and Jimin, they are gonna have a ghibli marathon so she’s covered. In the mean time we can just enjoy the night amonst ourselves, okay?” You nodded silently at your husbands question, helping him gather his things to go back home.

The ride home was a silent one. Both of you too nervous to face each other and acknowledge the elephant in the room. But Hoseok was never the avid fan of awkward silences. The moment you arrive to your house just as you unlock the door he turns you around to face him, cornering back against the door so there’s no escape, “So are you going to tell me what’s going on?”

“What do you mean?” You ask nervously.

“You’ve barely talked on the way here, we are alone together after the longest time, and ever since we left home this morning you seemed lost. Are you going to tell me or do I have to do this the hard way?”

His face was so close to you, your husbands masculine facial features becoming more fierce under the moonlight. How is it he was the most tender and loving man but in a quick second could steal your breath with just a glare? “It’s nothing. Just in a mood. Plus it’s ridiculous to think about it now so let’s just rest and…”

“Yoongi told me what those girls said about me losing my career opportunity.” You curse under your breath. Your brother can be such a tattletale sometimes it’s annoying. “What concerns me the most is that this comment affected you to the point of crying so I am to suppose you believe what they say is true.” You try to deny this but you are shushed in an instant “Babe I know you the best out of anyone. I know how your brain works which is why I love playing around with your mind. Since when has this been bothering you?”

You released a long sigh bracing yourself for the truth you begin to spew, “I always have the thought in the back of my mind. You are the happiest when you’re dancing and it just flows from you so naturally. It’s just it leaves you wondering what would have been of our lives had I not made the mistake of getting pregnant?” You turn your eyes away from him quickly wiping the tear that was forming in the corner of your eye, “I know it’s dumb to think this way…”

Hoseok interrupts your chain of thought by pulling you near, kissing your lips so softly and carefully almost as if you were the most delicate thing in the world. “Never think that your insecurities are too dumb to express. True, we didn’t plan having a family so soon but in no moment did I ever think it was a mistake. We conceived together, it wasn’t just you who did this”

“But your career was....”

“I chose to go a different path on my own. I knew there were more risks involved working in the dance world than a regular job. Besides, I can always go back to it at any time but Seohyun and you are my life, my happyness and joy. I wouldn’t trade that for all the money in the world.”

“Why are you so good to me?” you smile candidly stroking his cheek with your thumb.

“Because I promised to make you happy and to be there for you for better or worse. What type of a deadbeat husband would I be if I let my wife have misconceptions that are affecting her emotions? When I asked you to marry me it wasn’t because you were carrying Seohyun in your belly. It was because I love you too much to leave you. I wanted you to be mine the moment we met”

You kiss him back passionately, your doubts and insecurities just melting with each kiss. The feeling of happiness and love just bursted in your chest as you surround his neck with your arms and deepen the kiss even more. You felt incredibly lucky to be married to the man of your dreams, a man who supported you and continues to show you how much he loves you even after all this time.

“I’m already yours, you big baby!” You giggle against his lips, “always and forever”

Suddenly, your husband lifts you up and carries you bridal style inside of the house causing you to laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. “Just like when we first got married” he winked as he carried you to your room where the place still had a lingering smell of sex from your morning escapade.

“How about we continue where we left off?” Hoseok said as he let you down on the bed and took off his his shirt “it was my turn remember?”

“What would like me to do Mr. Jung?” You ask, smirking against his lips as he tries to get your clothes off. The mere touch of his lips on your skin sends sparks all over, igniting a fire in your core.

“I want you spread for me. Touch yourself and wait for me to touch you” his voice dropping a couple of octaves sending a shiver down your spine.

It was a simple request but it was enough to have you trembling in anticipation. Hoseok loves teasing you, exploring every corner and taking his time with you. Reason number 9,837 why you love him: his foreplay drove you mad. To the point where he would test how long you could resist without begging for his cock.

You lay naked on the bed as your husband stands tall in front of you watching as you begin fingering yourself with one hand and caressing your breast with another. Your finger flicked your already hardened clit, your pussy already incredibly wet making it easy for you to mastrubate.

“Mrs. Jung what should I do to you? You look like you’re hungry for my cock to fill you up” Hoseok’s body was glistening in the moonlight slowly taking off his pants and underwear and  stood there naked with his dick hard and ready. The head was red, precum slowly spreading on top. Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock, knowing it was ready to spring into action.

“Hobi…. I need you so bad...I want you in me…”

Hoseok tisked as his had spanked your pussy causing you to jolt and leaving a delightful sting “You know how to ask for it...say it”

“Would you like to try my messy little pussy sir?” You jerk your hips against your own hand. Your other hand pinching your nipples to increase the pleasure. “Look how wet and hot it’s gotten for you. Hnnnng….I just wanna feel you all over me!”

There it was, the other side of you he enjoyed exploring. It filled him with pride and lust knowing only he was able to see this side of you and that it was provoked by him alone.

“Well since you ask so nicely” your husband smiled devilishly taking your hand out of your the way and grabbing them to the side as he slides his tongue over your moistened slit, the action causing you to clench to nothing in anticipation for more.

The instant he found your clit with his tongue, your hands start grabbing his hair and shouting out curse words like a sailor. If this is how you got over his tongue, the feeling of his member inside you was bound to get you crazy. He knew this and relished in the thought as he tortured you slowly to pleasure.

“So delicious….” he whispered against your cunt, looking up at your naked body as you saw him. The sight of you panting in pleasure, biting your lip, being so needy, and craving to be filled was enough for his dick to twitch in delight. “my sweet goddess”

His comment made you a little self conscious. Your body is far from perfect. Especially after childbirth your tummy had stretch marks and you could still see some scars from the c-section. You try to cover them with your hand but he swats it away. “Don’t even think about it. I love your battle scars. My sweet… sexy… goddess divine”

You couldn’t tell if the tears streaming on your checks were from happiness or from the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you. His words were so sweet and endearing but his actions were completely contradicting. The rhythm of tongue and teeth meshed together creating a sinful melody of sounds coming from his mouth, your mouth, and your pussy.

“Turn around… show me that slutty little ass of yours” you obeyed him, knowing better to disobey him even when you loved to defy him at times. You got on all fours as he lowered down to look at your glistening core, “look at you all creamy for me. Since you’ve been a good girl I’ll reward you. Tell me what you desire and I will do it”

“I want your cock in my needy little pussy, sir!” You slowly swayed hour hips, tempting him to move, “Please...fill me up with your cock, Mr. Jung”

“Your wish is my command” Hoseok said Standing up as he swiftly probed the head of his penis inside your core. The feeling of having him inside you, the stretch of his dick in your walls was enough to send your pending orgasm into overdrive. The wave of pleasure hit you so intensely your cunt convulsed as you were screaming so much while he slowly moved inside you. “Ff..fuck...your pussy is milking me so tightly …”

Your legs trembled in pleasure making it hard for you to stay in that position very long. Hoseok’s pace never lessened at any point, riding you orgasm while he fucked you from behind. The beauty of being in the house by yourselves was that you had free domein to do whatever sounds you wanted. The moans of your pleasure flooded the room causing your husband to almost combust when he heard you moan his name.

“I'm...not gonna last like this...much longer…ahh.. but I want to feel you so deep inside”

Just as swift as he always was he changed the position helping you move on top of him as you were in a reverse cowgirl position. The change made it so he could reach deeper inside you hitting your G-spot so good that both of you groaning in pleasure. He starts to pump into you again and again, cupping your breast and caressing them. He knew you hated the uncomfortable feeling you got after bouncing so long and he wasn’t one to complain over feeling up your tits.

“Touch your clit, Mrs. Jung. I want you to cum all over my balls”

“Your wish is my command sir”

It didn’t take much to send you to your second orgasm, your cunt already over sensitive after the first. Your back arches your whole body trembling as Hoseok continued to pump inside you but at an erratic speed, searching for his own high which didn’t take long to come.

Your husband comes so hard inside you making you scream his name like a mantra as both of your sweaty bodies collapse in the bed. You stay united, catching your breaths as he kissed you nape and whispered sweet praises into your ear.

“I...love you” You breathed into the crook of his neck. You thanked the heavens you had your IUD in place because his hot cum still inside you.

“I...love you...too, ____. Please never doubt that” he said kisses you softly. The contrast of his rough and assertive attitude when you’re having sex to the sweet and always boggled your mind. Yet still you enjoyed the best of all his worlds. He took out his cock from inside you, your heat immediately missing the filling, but he placed you beside you as he hugged you keeping close to him, hearing both of your hearts still racing creating an erratic tempo, a beautiful symphony. “How about I make you some breakfast in the morning? It would be nice to treat my lady every once in a while.”

“Knowing how you almost burned the kitchen last time I’m gonna have to pass” you laughed. Some of your pans still had the reminder of the Mother’s Day disaster he and Seohyun managed to create. “For now, I’m just happy here in your arms” you kissed the crook of his neck basking in the sexual afterglow.

“Nestled in like a pigeon” Hoseok chuckled.

“I guess you could say your arms are my nest. With you, I’m always at home” peaceful bliss invading your hearts as you both held each other into the night. Reason number 1 you love Hoseok: He was always there for you, even after all this time he was still the one you loved.

[saveme-ruinme]

Sugar & Spice | 01

~ Sugar Daddy AU ~ Wonho x Reader ~ fluff ~ Rated M (suggestive themes) ~

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Word Count: 4.6k

A/N: this will most likely be three parts? Somewhere there, not all that long. Also rip guess who became a Monsta X stan lmao. Been lookin for sugar daddies and was thinking about Wonho as a sugar daddy then this fic was born lmao

Money isn't real, you decided angrily.

Money is a form of exchange created to destroy your entire life. You hated all rich people because they had too much money and were too fucking selfish to share it with all the poor people in the world, and by 'all the poor people' you mean you. You cursed your existence. Why did God have to make your poor and then decide that the societal norm for making a living required paying thousands to go to school to learn some shit so that you might get a job and live comfortably.

Why, in all that is good and pure, did your card have to decline like this? Right now? All you wanted was a subway cookie. That was all you wanted. You knew you couldn't afford to buy anything that has any nutritional value, but you didn't think you were this fucking poor. Subway cookies are the cheapest thing on the menu! How the fuck did you not have enough money to buy even that?

"Would you like to try again?" the woman behind the counter asked, offering you a sympathetic smile.

You could've cried in that moment. You felt the burn of shame as tears were beginning to form, closing your throat and making your mouth quiver uncontrollably. You'd do anything to just disappear into the void in that moment, anything to escape the mortification of not having a dollar in your bank account to pay for a fucking cookie.

"Uh, no," you choked out, ready to bolt. "No thank you."

You gave her a watery smile, blinking furiously to get rid of the tears even though you could barely see through them at the woman standing in front of you. It was probably better than you couldn't see her properly, not wanting to have to look at the pity on her face as you walked away from the counter. Quietly, she hands you your card, which you almost snatch from her before making your way out of the store as quickly as you could without running. The feeling of utter mortification seared itself inside your head, shame burned deep in your chest forcing you to duck your head so no one would see how red your entire face had become.

As you exited the store, you briefly entertained the thought of steeping out into traffic to end your suffering. You didn't, of course, since you didn't want to cause any inconvenience or trauma to the poor person who would have to scrape you off their car. And you had resolved to not die until Game of Thrones ended, needing to know if the Starks end up together and happy.

"Excuse me! Excuse me, miss!" someone shouted behind you.

You glance back, curious to see who was making such a commotion to see a man making his way in your direction. You gave yourself a second to check out said man in his black shirt that stretched over his bulging arms and around his thick torso. His face was bright, you noted, his innocent smile a sharp contrast to the rest of his built body. No one should fit a shirt that well, you thought to yourself as you turned around and carried on walking, not even entertaining the thought that someone that attractive could be waving their arms frantically at you.

A hand grabbed at your shoulder, startling you as you were spun around by a stranger. You were mildly surprised when you turned around to come faced with the attractive man who was making a commotion seconds ago.

"Ah, you're fast," he tells you, slightly out of breath. "I was afraid I wouldn't catch you."

You stare dumbly at the person in front of you, wondering who he was and what he wanted. "Um, can I help you?"

"Oh, no! But I can help you!" he says cheerily, holding up a subway bag full of food. Realising he was the person in the line next to you in shop when your card declined, you wanted to curl up into a ball and die. Stepping out into traffic didn't seem like a bad idea in that moment, fuck Game of Thrones, it wasn't all that good anyway. "Here, I bought it for you."

He held the bag up, gesturing for you to take it. The colour that had slowly started disappearing from your cheeks returned with a vengeance, as you felt your face heat up in shame. "Uh, are you sure?" you ask, attempting to be polite even though it felt like you stomach was trying to eat itself.

The kind stranger's smile widened as he nodded. "I only have one condition."

You feel your stomach drop at that, coming up with a hundred different weird scenarios that he'd ask of you for a sandwich. "What is it?" you ask carefully, almost afraid of the answer. You take the bag from his hand, pretending not to notice that your fingers brushed over his.

"You have to accompany me while we eat," he answers simply.

You pause for a moment, trying to decipher what he meant. "What do you mean?"

"Eat with me. There's a park not far from here, let's go there and eat together."

"Oh," was all you managed. Your mind went blank as you stared at the smiling stranger in front of you, surprised that that was all he requested from you.

“I’m Hoseok, by the way,” he introduces, extending his hand.

You look down at his hand, to see his veins protruding from his thick arms. He was much too good looking, you thought to yourself, you knew you were not going to be able to focus on anything other than that. You take your hand in his, and shake it, somewhat bewildered at his strong grip.

“___” you inform, smiling for the first time that day.

“___” Hoseok repeats, smiling so wide you could see his gums. “Shall we go?”

You nod and follow him as he leads you toward the park he was talking about, kind of in a trance at the strange situation you find yourself in. You wouldn’t have thought that when you woke up this morning, you’d end up having lunch with a handsome stranger who had paid for you food in exchange for some company.

The park you guys ended up at was teeming with kids, much to your surprise. Hoseok led you to a picnic table far enough away from the playground that there weren't kids running circles around you, but close enough that you could hear the screaming and loud conversations happening all over the park. Fortunately, you never minded kids all that much; they were cute and had some very interesting opinions that you wouldn't get from most adults. The sounds of screaming and laughing that surrounded you brought you peace, if anything, as you watched the interact freely with each other regardless of whether they knew each other.

Hoseok watched the kids play too, smiling innocently as they chased each other around the playground. You were taken aback by how different he acted compared to the way he looked. Hoseok was physically intimidating, with his thick arms threatening to burst out of his shirt. You wouldn't be surprised if he could bench press you with how strong he looked. But then when you looked at his face, you became caught up in his bright, wide smile that made his whole face glow with pure, unadulterated happiness. Hoseok was this strange enigma, caught between tough and cute.

You shouldn't have been surprised that you found he was also rather intelligent. So far assumptions about him proved to be completely wrong, but that still didn't stop you judging him as somewhat shallow. Hoseok, however, was far from it. Something he continued to prove as the two of you talked, even long after you had finished eating.

He talked about his work - which he turned out to be a music producer - the love he had for it, and the struggles he faced because of it. He talked about his friends all within the music industry, and even though he was making fun of them, you could tell by the soft look on his face and the way he excitedly talked about their projects that he cared so much about them. Hoseok asks about you, and instead of boring with the details of your student life - which is honestly just suffering and pain at this point in the semester - you tell him about the things you want to do in your life. You're pleasantly surprised when he directs all his attention toward you and listens to everything you had to say. He seemed genuinely interested in what you were saying which was a new feeling for you since you were used to people zoning out halfway through whatever you were talking about. Hoseok was different, his eyes didn't glaze over when you talked and he actively participated in your conversation.

You would be lying to yourself if you couldn't feel the tiniest bit of crush beginning to creep up on you. You tried to smother it out quickly, knowing that letting it fester would do you no good since you would probably never see him again. This was most likely a nice thing he did because he saw you struggling and wanted to help you out. It was obvious he had a big heart with a tendency for charitable activities, he had told you as much. You demeaned yourself as just another charity case for him so that he wouldn't unknowingly take your heart with him when he left you.

"Uh- have I thanked you yet?" you ask when the conversation had died down a bit, coming naturally to an end when the playground quiets down as most of the kids begin to go home.

"Not yet," he smiles softly at you.

"Oh," you flush from embarrassment, mentally berating yourself for forgetting your manners. "Well- thank you for feeding me."

Hoseok's mouth stretches into a wide grin. "It's no problem, I'd prefer you didn't starve."

"Yeah, well that's not something you can help. I'm a poor university student, half my days are spent starving," you joked, chuckling.

You didn't realise you said the wrong thing until Hoseok started frowning at your poor attempt at a joke. Immediately your amusement vanishes and you try and back track through what you said, hoping to make him smile again since it's become the highlight of the year.

"Really? You can't afford to eat?" he questions, the seriousness in his voice throwing you off for a moment.

"I mean, yeah I guess- but it's fine. I'm used to it," you attempt to shrug it off, hoping to quell his worries.

"You shouldn't be," his frown deepens. He sits there, fidgeting with the rings on his fingers in deep contemplation.

Uncertainty begins to frazzle your nerves the longer he sits in silence. Any attempt at a different conversation dies in your throat when he looks up at you once again, determination set firmly on his face. Your anxiety bubbles in your chest, restricting your breathing the longer he stares at you. Joking about your financial state was your way of coping, deflecting with humour, that kind of thing. You didn't expect that it'd make Hoseok upset, since the usual reaction that you got was agreement. Then again, all the other people you joked with were all poor university students much like yourself, not what seemed to be well off music producers.

"I have a proposition for you," he laces his hands together and sets them down on the table in front of him.

Trying to calm your anxiety is a difficult feat; the seriousness Hoseok projects scaring you a little, making it hard to control. "Alright," you say carefully.

"Let me buy you food regularly."

You blink. "What- like getting subway once a week or something?"

"Well that too if you want, but I was thinking going grocery shopping once a week."

"Grocery shopping? Why?" you ask, shocked that he would suggest such a thing.

"So that I know you're eating," he tells you. "I'll even cook for you if you ask nicely."

You shake your head, still not quite believing his proposition. "But- what do you get out of it?"

"Validation that I know you're eating properly," he repeats. "And getting to hang out with you once a week- or however many times a week, depending on how often you want take out."

There was nothing but shock filling your head, making it hard for you to think and comprehend the situation. "Isn't that like- a sugar daddy?" You hesitate through your words, cringing as they came out of your mouth.

Hoseok is visibly thrown off at your observation. But he takes a moment to think it over. "Well I wouldn't be opposed to it," he finally says, shrugging at the notion.

You sputter at how he casual he seemed to be about it. "You want to be my sugar daddy?!"

"We don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with," he comforts. "I'll buy you whatever you need  - food or otherwise - and in return you'll be my friend."

His smile returns, calming your anxiety at the suggestion. "Sounds like I'm getting the better end of the deal."

"If you want to think of it that way. But I don't mind. It'll make me feel better knowing that you're taken care of, it doesn't matter that I'll be the one doing it."

The sincerity this stranger holds for you is bewildering considering you had met barely a few hours ago. It's endearing, enough to tug on your heart strings and make you weak for him. That crush you had been trying to squash down since the two of you started talking had returned full force, causing you to unfairly biased toward agreeing to his ridiculous proposition. The prideful part of you wanted to decline, not wanting to face the shame of having to rely on a complete stranger to eat. But the other parts of you, mostly the hunger and the part of you that was becoming quickly infatuated with Hoseok were forcing you to say yes.

You deserved to be taken care of by this handsome, incredibly kind man. You didn't deserve to suffer through eating cheap food that tasted like plastic most of the time. You had already struggled enough, sacrificing your mental and emotional health to try and get an education. You deserved to be selfish this once, especially when Hoseok the Selfless was offering it all for almost nothing. It'd be easier to pine for him if you got to be his friend. You'd pay him back later when you had the financial security. But for now, you'd be just that little bit selfish.

"Alright," you agree quietly.

"Okay? Yes?" he asks like an excited puppy, perking up at your agreement.

"Yes, I'll be your sugar baby," you cringed immediately after speaking those words.

You guessed you'll have to get used to the terms 'sugar daddy' and 'sugar baby'. Hoseok barely noticed, or had chosen to ignore it as he clapped happily, radiating with joy at the prospect at being able to regularly feed you.

What a weird day.

Strange had become synonymous with normal for you. Your student life continued relatively the same; endless suffering because of looming deadlines and exams. That was something only you could change by fixing your poor time management and procrastination tendencies. However, you enjoyed making your future self struggle a bit too much to do so.

What had changed is that the rest of your life had become much more fulfilling. You were eating full meals more than once a day, and you actually had things that helped in your everyday life. Like a proper functioning laptop - a MacBook to be more specific, just because Hoseok persisted - a heater in your cold shoebox apartment that ran off electricity you partially paid with the meagre allowance that Government gave you, and clothes you so dearly needed, like a thick jacket for cold days, and tiny denim shorts for the warmer ones.

Since you agreed to have Hoseok become your sugar daddy, he had slowly started paying for more things. It went from groceries, to helping you out with your bills - though these days he was pretty much paying for all of it - to buying you things for your apartment, to things needed to help you study, before he was taking you on shopping sprees every time the seasons changed. And he had never asked anything more than what he originally wanted, never expecting more from you.

While he was buying your entire life, your heart grew three sizes trying to contain all the affection you held for him. In all the time you had been spending with Hoseok your crush had unwillingly grown into complete infatuation, and now it was something that was close to love. You were kidding yourself because you were most likely idiotically in love with Hoseok, you just liked to pretend that it hadn't reached that yet so that you wouldn't feel as pathetic about being in love with your sugar daddy; a term you still hadn't quite warmed up to since it wasn't a title that fit Hoseok's character.

Hoseok was sweet, and kind, and honestly way too good for the likes of you who probably existed somewhere in the grey area of the world. He liked to help people all the time, even at his own expense; you were enough evidence of that. Being around Hoseok was like being around an excited puppy, he was always smiling and laughing for whatever reason, making you smile and laugh. You loved it, if you ever had a bad day, all you would have to do is go and see him and then it was like everything was right in the world. He also was a very empathetic creature, always feeling other's pain as if it were his own. Hoseok cried for those who couldn't shed tears for themselves, opening his heart to any and all.

How could you not fall in love with someone who had the ability to find love in everything? He was solidly lawful good, where you landed somewhere between true and chaotic neutral.

Not only that, but after Hoseok had become comfortable around, he had started wearing less clothing. There was less tight-fitting jeans, and more shorts - like really short shorts, which was somehow worse than the jeans. Now instead of his muscled thighs straining in the sinfully tight pants he tended to wear whenever the two of you hung out, he traded them out for shorts that only just covered the tattoo on his thigh, which you discovered because his little shorts would ride up when he sat down. It didn't matter what they were, black, denim, neon orange, it seemed like he didn't own shorts that barely reached his knees. Dealing with his bare thighs was much more difficult that his tight pants.

You had traded one type of suffering for another. Not that you'd go back. This suffering was so much better, it was suffering endured because it was disguised as pleasure. You would happily spend the rest of your life in this agony of endless arousal. Even when he sometimes invited you to work out with him, trying to force a healthy lifestyle on you. Exercise was the devil's work in your opinion, but Hoseok had quickly changed your viewpoint, somehow brainwashing you to think that it was a good thing because it made him look like he was crafted by God. Exercising could still go fuck itself, but you'd gladly do it if it meant having the undeniable pleasure of seeing sweaty Hoseok, and watching the sweat glisten over his bulging muscles.

These days, it was becoming difficult for you to be near him as your sexual frustration was reaching new heights. Not that it did anything to limit your contact with him, if anything you craved his company more. Especially as exam season neared and your stress levels grew with every passing day as multiple deadlines approached much too quickly for your comfort. All the material things were nice, but what you had quickly realised not long into your arrangement is that his friendship was the only thing you ever needed. You would starve every day of your life if it meant keeping Hoseok as a constant in your life. Luckily for you, Hoseok likes you much better well-fed and content.

You never wanted this arrangement to end.

Knowing that you had been stressing out a lot more as you approached, Hoseok had kindly offered to take you out for lunch to take your mind off it. You readily agreed, as food and Hoseok were the two things in the world that you would never turn down because they never failed to bring a smile to your face.

Hoseok had told you that he had a late morning gym session and to let yourself into his apartment and wait there if you wanted since his place had more things to keep you entertained and distracted from schoolwork. Like watching him work out, he had his own gym in his giant apartment. Sometimes he tended to attract the wrong sort of attention when he was working out which is why he opted for installing a gym at home. Having the bittersweet pleasure of exercising with him, it was rather easy to understand the attention he attracted.

Which is why you spent the entire morning arguing with yourself on whether you should go over to his apartment before noon. You wanted to watch him lift weights and run on the treadmill; watching him sweat and flex fulfilled some primal part of you. But you didn't want to deal with the sexual frustration that would come from it since you wouldn't be able to do anything about it until you got home, and that could take anywhere for one to six hours. At the new heights your stress levels had been in the last few weeks you didn't know if you could handle it. However, Hoseok had specifically invited you over, and if you overanalysed his request then he had done that just so you could sit there and watch him, secretly enjoying your voyeuristic tendencies. Or perhaps he was just being nice, he understood that you needed to get away from your own life for the sake of your mental health and was offering you haven at his place, and you probably shouldn't go because all you'll do is perv at him which could creep him out a little bit. After all, he did start working out to escape the attention.

You mind whirled, going around in circles. Indecisiveness had always been one of your worst traits, and it had gotten worse the longer you hung out with Hoseok because you were given the chance to be indecisive. In the end, you decided to fuck it all and head over to his apartment early. Watching Hoseok work out may send you into early cardiac arrest, but at least you'll die happy with the last thing you see being his sweaty, thick muscles flexing and bulging from being exercised.

The drive over to his apartment didn't take that long since Hoseok had given you one of his cars to drive around in. You refused to let him buy one for you even though he insisted, that was one of the few things you were adamant about him not getting you. He wanted to buy you a brand-new car so that you wouldn't have to walk or take the bus because 'it's dangerous' according to him, but that is where you drew the line. You were fine with food and clothes, and even things you need to study, but if he was spending more than two grand on you in one go - the MacBook that he bought you created that limit - you would vehemently refuse it. In the end, the two of you compromised in him giving you one of the cars he already had. You still didn't need the car, but you had to admit that the convenience of it was nice.

Hoseok had long since given you the passcode to his apartment, telling you that you could go over whenever you wanted even if he wasn't home. That was dangerous offer since you had no idea what you'd get up to when he wasn't home. You were much too curious for you own good, so for the sake of his privacy you had never gone over when he wasn't there.

That didn't mean you didn't know the number off by heart; you punched it in effortlessly without even having to think about it too much.

Pushing open the door, you strode in, calling out to Hoseok as you stepped inside. "Hoseok! I'm here!"

"Ah I was expecting you earlier, what took you so long?" you hear him before you see him, and when you do see him your heart stops in your chest.

Hoseok walked into your view, grinning at you in all his shirtless glory while casually wiping the sweat of his chest with a towel. It was like the world froze around you and the only thing you could focus on was the heat rising in your body, and Hoseok's godly form. You tried not to stare, you really did, but he was making things difficult for you by running the towel all over his thick frame.

Standing opposite you, and purposefully moving the towel across his abdomen, Hoseok watched your eyes drift along his body. He was enjoying watching you stare at him, he found that always liked it when you would watch him while he worked out which was why he invited you over so early. He was teasing you, seeing how far he could take it before either of you snapped. What he wasn't counting on was that you apparently had self-control that was made of steel, it certainly put him to shame so he was doing everything in his power to see you crack.

Watching you get an eye full of him had him smirking in satisfaction. "___," he called your name softly, finding it amusing when you get embarrassed.

Blood rushes to your cheeks and reaches the tips of your ears. The air is thick with tension and sexual frustration that makes it hard for you to breathe. Hoseok offers no comfort for your embarrassment about being caught checking him out, instead regarding you with a more than pleased expression. He had given up trying to dry his sweat since the towel hung uselessly over his shoulder. You stood in front of him, wishing the floor would open up and swallow you alive. You're only saving grace was that apparently Hoseok didn't mind you being a complete pervert.

He chuckles at your behaviour. "I'll go take a shower and then we'll go."

You nod dumbly, frozen in your spot afraid to do anything. Hoseok smirks at you before he turns around and walks away. You can't take your eyes off the wide expanse of his back as he walks away from you, internally screaming at yourself. Once he was out of sight, you let out a breath you had been holding since you walked in. Spontaneous combustion was beginning to become a very real possibility for you if the hot guy who buys you things kept up with this.

At this point, you were almost sure he was doing it on purpose. That fucking smirk he had on his face when he said he was going to have a shower proved it. Shin Hoseok was going to the death of you, you were sure of it.

Fuck my life.