The Auction

↬ pairing: hoseok x f. reader

↬ genre: College au, smut [18+]

↬ summary: Your friend buys you a date with your crush Jung Hoseok for Valentine’s Day.

↬ wc: 7.6k

↬ warnings: pet names (babe/baby girl/baby/good boy), oc sucks hoseok’s thumb once, marking (hickeys), hair pulling, nipple play, protected sex, oral (giving and receiving), oc squeezes hoseok’s head between her thighs, pantie sniffing, fingering (f. receiving), one spank, some dirty talk

↬ date: February 7, 2019

Groaning, you walked into the sorority house your best friend belonged to. You caught sight of her sitting at the table right by the stage. Rolling your eyes in annoyance, you parted through the crowd, calling your friend’s name as you reached her.

“Hey! You’re late, Y/n!” she informs you, moving her purse out of the chair intended for you to sit in. You push the white tablecloth out of the way, allowing you to sit down without dragging the tablecloth, dinnerware, and candles into your lap.

“How am I late? I didn’t want to come in the first place,” you reply sourly, folding your arms across your chest to look up at the stage and see your best friend, Jimin Park. From beside you, Rose raises her auction paddle, making you sigh in discontent. It was obvious to pretty much everyone on campus that Rose and Jimin were crushing on each other, obvious to everyone except them, apparently. Here she was, spending money on him when she could have him for free if she just confessed.

“Is this why you brought me? You know if you’d tell him how you feel he would take you out for free, right?”

“Oh, I know. He’s for me, I already got yours,” your friend replies, waving her paddle harder when someone tries to outbid her for the blue-haired man smiling cutely on stage.

“The fuck you mean ‘I already got yours?!’ Rose! What did you do?!” you shriek, gaining the attention of the patrons near you and the MC. Jimin laughs, his eyes glittering from the spotlight as he waves at you.

“I won Hoseok for you,” your friend beams, eyes focused on Jimin as the bidding increases once again and her waving hand never falters. You don’t know how she’s got the money for Jimin, no doubt from her parents and from Jimin’s best friend, Jungkook, who’s also tired of the two lovebirds being oblivious to each other.

“I didn’t ask for Hoseok! I cannot believe you!” You exclaim your fists curling into balls at your side as your breathing grows ragged with anger. You’re so enraged your body is shaking as you look at your friend in disgust.

“I did you a favor,” she simply says, her paddle waving once again as the MC repeats the bid, waiting for any oppositions before declaring your friend the winner. She cheers happily, waving at Jimin, whose cheeks are tinted pink, and Jungkook runs on stage to send you a thumbs up.

You force a smile on your face, grabbing your purse and sliding the strap onto your shoulder.

“I didn’t ask you to do me any favors, Rose.”

“If the rumors are true about his tongue, then you’ll be thanking me later.” She wiggles her eyebrows and you scoff, standing to leave.

Rose tries to speak, but you’re already stomping through the crowd, rushing to the exit. Your face burns with humiliation as you avoid everyone’s eyes, focused on just getting outside for fresh air. You knew it was a waste of time coming, no matter if the money went to a good cause or not. Nothing was worse than your friend pairing you up with your own crush. You figured it was payback for her and Jimin, but it still didn’t seem fair to you at all.

Your blood boiled as you seethed, your hands clenching the hem of your white dress. You loathed you had bothered to dress nicely, only to leave within five minutes of arriving. You took your phone out of your pocket the second you were outside, opening your Lyft app and scoring a ride.

“Y/n!” you heard your name being called, and you groaned, hoping that if you ignored it, they would think they had the wrong person. They called your name a few more times, and you continued to ignore it until the last person you wanted to see was by your side.

“I thought it was you! Isn’t it crazy how Rose won me at the auction?” Hoseok asks, a dazzling smile decorating his face when you turn to look at him, your breath catching in your throat at his beauty.

“Yeah, real shocker,” you mumble in reply, earning a confused look from the older man.

“You don’t sound too enthused, though. I promise I’ll have something really nice planned for you.” he smiles, sounding excited, and you nod before turning to see your Lyft arriving.

“There’s my ride, I’ll see you,” you wave, stepping off the curb and opening the car door.

“I’ll see you Valentine’s Day!” he calls, waving enthusiastically from the sidewalk. Your eyes widen to the size of saucers as his words sink in, the car driving away before you can lower the window and deny his request.

You get home minutes later, taking your shoes off by the door and unraveling your hair from the confines of your hair clip. It spills over your shoulders, getting caught with the strap of your purse as you try to pull it off your shoulder without pulling hair off your head. You succeed in your task, cursing your friend as you stomp to your room to get out of your uncomfortable dress, pissed that you wasted it on such an awful event.

You grit your teeth as you changed into your pajamas, looking at the time on your wall clock: 9:37 p.m. You hadn’t been out longer than a half-hour total, and most of that time was spent getting there and back home. You scoffed, throwing yourself onto the bed, opening your laptop to continue where you left off on your show.

You know Rose would come home soon, after sealing the deal with Jimin at the auction, so you shut and locked your bedroom door to keep her out. You weren’t in the mood to deal with her tonight, not when you were still angry. It’s not that you didn’t appreciate her trying to help, although you considered it her way of payback after you tried interfering with her and Jimin, now you regret ever doing it.

Your phone buzzed from beside your laptop on the bed, you pick it up, eyes bulging when you see the message:

Hi, Y/n? It’s Hoseok, Rose gave me your number, I hope that’s okay?

You scream into your pillow, stomach-churning with nerves as you curse your friend’s interference. You didn’t want Hoseok showing interest in you because your friend had bought his time with you. You cringed at the thought. This was the only reason he’d go out with you. Someone paid him. Your heart sank in your chest, breaking into pieces as you ignored the message, forcing back the unshed tears that burned at the corner of your eyes. You let out a shaky sigh, wanting to curl up in a ball and cry in anguish.

Rose had meant well, you know that, but that didn’t change the fact that her meddling and your meddling were so different. Jimin liked Rose. He had confided in you the first time you had introduced her to your friend group. Rose had later told you she had a crush on Jimin and you had encouraged her to tell him, but she never did, despite your attempts.

However, Hoseok didn’t like you!

You weren’t about to embarrass yourself by believing he actually wanted to date you. You wiped at your eyes, ridding yourself of the few tears that escaped, sniffling harshly as you heard your front door open and close. Rose was home.

“Y/n! Why aren’t you replying to Hoseok?” She calls from down the hall as you hear her footsteps nearing your bedroom door. You roll over on your back, eyes shutting as you try not to get riled up once again.

You hear her trying to turn your doorknob before realizing you’ve locked it.

“Y/n, open the door!” she yells, pounding on the closed door with her fist. She’s miffed you had ditched her before Hoseok had even had the chance to say hi to you. He had to chase you out onto the curb to say hi and his heart felt crushed when you hadn’t replied to his message. He felt rejected. He had wanted to ask you out for months, but he never had the courage until he had heard Jimin and Rose talking about your crush on him.

Albeit, there were better ways for you two to get together. He was ecstatic when Rose had won the auction and explained how she wanted him to go out with you instead. He had agreed eagerly, having spent a few times with you during group hangouts but not comfortable enough to exchange phone numbers. Now he was sitting on the couch with Jimin, wondering what he had done wrong.

“Open the door, Y/n. I honestly don’t know why you’re upset. Can you open the door so we can talk?” Rose sighs from the other side of your door. You grumble expletives as you pull yourself out of bed, adjusting your shorts before unlocking the door and allowing your friend inside your bedroom.

She takes in your appearance, noticing the slight red in your nose from the few tears that you couldn’t cage in.

“You’ve been crying,” she states, sitting on your bed before you join her, pushing your laptop and phone to the side so you can sit beside her.

“I didn’t want you to pay Hoseok to date me,” you whisper, pulling your knees into your chest and feeling the tears well up in your eyes once again.

“I didn’t pay him to, Y/n. I donated to charity,” Rose claims, and you roll your eyes at her.

“He doesn’t like me, and now he’s obligated to take me out on a date. On Valentine’s Day, no less,” you groan, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“He likes you, Y/n. He’s told Jimin and me before,” Rose admits, fiddling with her hands in her lap as she tries to reassure you.

“I’m not falling into your trap. I know you hated me meddling with you and Jimin, but I never had to pay him to ask you out,” you snap, getting off your bed to pace back and forth. Rose recoils, feeling guilty suddenly. You were right.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I was just trying to give you a push in the right direction. I’ll message Hoseok and let him know it’s off,” she apologizes, rising from the bed to place her small hand on your forearm before walking out of your room. You breathe in and out a few times, your heart sinking as you realize this may be your only shot with Hoseok. What if he thinks you don’t like him if you reject his date? He had seemed excited when he caught you earlier, right?

“Rose, wait!” you call after her, running to her room as you see her on her phone. She turns to look at you, wondering what else she has done to upset you.

“Don’t cancel, I’ll text him back,” you say, making her look at you dumbfounded.

“Oh, okay,” she says, nodding and setting her phone down. You walk back to your room, grabbing your phone and hitting reply on Hoseok’s message.

Hey, Hoseok… I’m looking forward to our date!

You hit send, throwing yourself on the bed, nerves filling your body as you close your eyes and allow yourself to daydream about Hoseok freely.

This was your chance.

“Are you kidding me, Rose? Really?” you look at your reflection in the mirror. The deep V cut of your dress showed ample cleavage and stopped mid-thigh. You were nervous about it riding up when you walked, but the lace overlay covered just enough to keep it from being scandalous. The deep crimson color was perfect for Valentine’s Day, but you couldn’t help feeling overdressed as you took in your appearance.

“Can’t I wear something else?” You ask, pulling up the dress in the front and earning a scowl from your friend.

“No, you look amazing!” She compliments her hands, touching up your hair before the ringing doorbell startles you both.

“Going!” Rose calls, shoving your purse in your hands and dashing to the door. She grins widely when she sees Hoseok holding a red rose and looking dashing in a suit.

“She’ll be out in just a minute, but come in.” Rose is excited. She knows you’ll love how good Hoseok looks and she excuses herself to go check on you.

“Hey, he’s here. Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet,” she pouts looking at you as you fuss with your hair.

“What if it’s awful? We’ve never hung out, just us two,” you admit, trying to calm your jitters.

“You can call me and Jimin and we can join you, okay? Don’t worry, he likes you, Y/n. Plus, if it goes really well, you’ll be able to confirm the rumors about his tongue tomorrow morning,” Rose winks, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Rose!” you look at her abashed, scowling as you hear Hoseok cough from down the hall.

He definitely heard.

Rose smiles devilishly, grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you out to meet Hoseok, who immediately smiles at you, but has a slightly pink tint on his cheeks.

“You look beautiful, Y/n,” he compliments you, eyes roving over your appearance, lingering on your breasts before making their way up to your eyes.

“Thank you, you look pretty good yourself.” You smile, accepting the rose when he hands it to you.

“I’ll put that in a vase. You two get going,” Roses urges you, pushing both of you towards the door before you can protest. You grab your coat off the hook and take it with you, following Hoseok out the door. Rose to shut it after you.

Hoseok helps you put your coat on, the light breeze sending shivers down your back. You pick your hair up to let it fall over your coat, and the scent of it has Hoseok smiling.

The silence follows you to his car; he opens the door for you and waits until you’ve settled in before he goes around and gets into the driver’s seat. He starts the car as you buckle your seatbelt, wondering what to say to break the silence.

“There’s this place I want to take you to,” Hoseok starts, clearing his throat as he feels himself become overwhelmed with nerves.

“Oh?” you respond, encouraging him to continue. With a shy smile sent your way, he speaks, “there’s this restaurant near the beach.”

You nod, watching him drive, his eyes focused on the road, his lips moving as he quietly sings along to the song on the radio. He looks utterly beautiful, so serene. It makes you feel at ease knowing that he’s nervous as well, but you can’t trust Rose saying he likes you until he tells you so himself. There’s no need to embarrass yourself in front of him. Although, often you think about the time you had gone to a party and ended up playing seven minutes in heaven, much to your dismay. Jimin had shoved Hoseok in the closet with you and you two just stood there, staring at each other in silence, until you decided to make a move, only for the door to open and you to get dragged out by Rose.

You thought about that often, wondering what would have happened if you had kissed him. Would he have been repulsed? Or would you two be dating by now?

The rest of the drive passes by in comfortable silence, perking up once you arrive at the beach. It’s crowded, despite the cold weather, and Hoseok is eager to show you what he has planned. He takes your hand in his, taking your heels in his other hand as you both walk through the sand towards the restaurant.

When you’re on solid ground once again, he drops to his knee to help put your heels back on. His hand lingering on your ankle as he does up the strap. His touch sends tingles up your legs to your core, and when he smiles up at you; you swear you can feel yourself melt into a puddle.

He leads you inside, his hand feeling like a perfect fit in yours. You watch him speak to the host; her smiling face eager to show you two the work that they’ve done as they lead you to the stairs. You take in the couples in the restaurant, all enjoying their meal over candlelight. Valentine’s decorations remain subtle, yet extravagant.

You carefully make your way up the stairs, Hoseok allowing you to go first in case he needs to catch you if you stumble, but really he likes the way your thighs and ass looked in your tight dress as you went up. He licks his lips and forced himself to look at the back of your head instead.

When you reach the landing, the hostess escorts you to your table on the balcony, overlooking the ocean. The white tablecloth is littered with red rose petals and small candles in glass containers. The lighting is soft, to create a romantic ambiance, and soft classical music fills the air. Other couples are already enjoying their evening as Hoseok pulls the chair open for you to sit in. He takes his own seat and smiles at you.

“Are you as nervous as I am?” he asks, running his hand through his black hair, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

“Yes,” you laugh, nodding your head and allowing his laugh to put you at ease.

“I don’t want to pressure you into anything. I mean, I’m sure by now Rose and Jimin have told you I like you, right? I was going to tell you myself, but you know how Rose is.” he shrugs, smiling when he sees your shocked expression.

“You didn’t know?”

“She mentioned it the night of the auction, but I didn’t believe her. I mean, I’m sure Jimin’s mentioned how I kept trying to get them together, so I thought it was her revenge,” you explain, and Hoseok nods.

“I would have asked you out eventually, you know. I just kept losing the courage whenever Jimin and Jungkook would hype me up, you’d smile and I’d lose every single ounce of courage I had. At least now we’re on a date,” he grins, making you smile, your heart still pounding in your chest.

You open your mouth to speak, only for the server to come over and hand you two menus. Hoseok smiles, looking over his menu and order. You order the same as his and smile, not knowing what to say.

“What do you think about Jimin and Rose?” He asks, genuinely curious.

“It’s about time they go on a date! Literally, everyone could see they liked each other except for the two! Even my mother knew when I took them home for the holidays!” You exclaim, making Hoseok laugh loudly as he takes in your exasperated expression.

“I kept telling Jimin to just ask her out,” he admits, smiling brightly as he reaches for his glass of water. You smile, your hands are still clammy from being nervous, but you wipe them on your dress, just as your food arrives.

Hoseok does most of the talking, you credit it to first date nerves, but you’re thankful, regardless. When the meal ends, he suggests a walk on the beach, and you agree, taking your heels off and letting the cold sand squish between your toes.

You walk side by side, walking past couples who are holding hands and enjoying the night as well. Your coat keeps your upper half warm, but your thighs are freezing, but you don’t care as Hoseok continues to speak.

When he suddenly stops, you do too, turning to face him and raise a brow in question.

“So, you know I like you, right?”

You nod before it hits you!

“Do you like me?” he asks, flustered, his cheeks going red as he waits for your response, which you never gave at dinner.

“Yes, I can’t believe I didn’t say so at dinner. I was just so shocked hearing you say that you liked me.” you laugh, making him grin and visibly relax.

“I got worried for a second there, I won’t lie,” he admits with a radiating smile, his hand coming to grab yours, his fingers lacing yours together. You walk hand in hand along the beach, feeling exhilarated as the sound of the waves crashing fills your body with a serene feeling.

“Y/n,” Hoseok says your name in a whisper, making you turn to face him once again. His hand gives yours a squeeze, his eyes focusing on your lips before he leans down slightly, you leaning forward to meet his lips. He hums in satisfaction, his lips moving excitedly against yours. His shoes fall into the sand as he wraps his free arm around your waist, pulling you closer.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he breathes, his hands cupping your face, his dark eyes meeting yours.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his lips brushing yours softly.

You melt into his kiss, not wanting it to end, but an icy breeze makes you shiver.

“Let’s get you back home,” he smiles meekly, taking your hand in his before picking his shoes up and leading you toward his car.

The drive home is too quick. He offers to walk you to your door and you gleefully agree, standing on your porch as you thank him for the date.

“Can I see you again?” He asks, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Of course,” you say, smiling at him as you take a step forward and press your lips against his, taking him by surprise. He recovers though, his hands clutching at your waist tightly as he kisses you eagerly. His tongue running along your lips, asking for entrance that you easily grant. As the kiss deepens, you feel yourself become aroused, his tongue working wonders inside your mouth and you can’t help but hear Rose’s voice in your head, If the rumors are true about his tongue, then you’ll be thanking me later.

So far the rumor seemed to prove true, but you couldn’t help the thought of his tongue further south. His kisses ignited a fire within you, your hands tugging at his hair roughly, feeling his lips move down your neck, his lithe fingers moving your coat out of the way to expose more of your skin.

Soon your coat falls onto your porch, Hoseok’s lips moving from your neck to your collarbone, before you’re pressed up against your front door, soft moans leaving your lips.

“Hoseok,” you moaned, your eyes closed as you allowed him to explore your burning body with his perfect lips.

The sound of his name has him snapping back to his senses, his lips stopping as he pulls away, face flushed and chest heaving as he meets your gaze.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get carried away,” he apologizes, biting his lower hip.

You reach out to touch his chest, your hand toying with the button of his shirt, your eyes shimmering with lust. You wanted him, bad. You wanted to have him fill you, kiss you and show you if there was any truth to the rumors.

“Hoseok, please.”

He gulps, his eyes looking down at your hand that’s undone the top button and was working on the second, exposing his tawny skin.

“I didn’t want to go far on the first date. That’s not what I wanted to as an outcome,” he blushes, making you smile.

“I know, Hoseok. I like you, a lot… but I want you, so much,” you purr, peeling your eyes off his chest to meet his conflicting gaze.

His hand comes to stroke your cheek gently, “okay.”

You open your front door, picking your coat off the porch, and throwing all your items on the couch before allowing Hoseok into your home and shutting the door behind you.

You take his hand and lead him to your room, shutting and locking the door after him. You lead him to your bed, making him sit on it before he pulls you onto his lap. His hand is on your thigh, stroking it as his lips meet your neck.

Your body is instantly warming up, his nips make your body tingle as he moans your name. You have him lay back on your bed, lifting your dress slightly to straddle his waist easier, your hips rolling against his tentatively as your lips mold onto his. His hands are on your back, scared to go any further before you’re guiding them to your ass, where he gives you a squeeze that earns him a moan in gratitude.

“Are you sure?” Hoseok murmurs against your lips, his hands flat on your thighs as his gaze locks onto yours. You smile at him reassuringly, your hand softly caressing his cheek. “Yes, Hoseok. I’m sure.”

“We can keep going on dates after this, right? I don’t want this to be a one-time thing just because it’s Valentine’s Day,” he admits, his eyes showing his conflict of wanting to have sex with you, but also not wanting to ruin your budding relationship.

“Hoseok, I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t want to keep seeing you. Now, shut up and kiss me,” you demand, your hands pulling him towards you so that your lips meet. You moan, satisfied, his tongue slipping into your mouth as soon as it parts.

His hands are sliding up your back, then back down towards your ass, gripping it roughly as he slowly inches your dress up your thighs to bunch up at your hips. You’re thankful the dress doesn’t have a zipper, feeling his large, warm hands on your skin. His lips moving down to your neck, planting faint kisses on it before moving to the deep V cut of your dress. He pauses, his eyes looking up to meet yours. You can hear the silent question his eyes are asking, nodding in response. His hands don’t falter, slipping the dress upwards and off your body. You take it from him, tossing it on your bedroom floor, loving the way he’s eyeing your breasts. You roll your hips against him as his hands are back on your body, lips kissing the exposed skin of your cleavage, one hand sliding up your back to unclasp the red bra you’ve chosen for tonight.

The straps fall off your shoulders, your hand coming to hold the cups against your chest, a shy smile on your lips, “ready?”

Hoseok chuckles, his lips capturing yours, his hands on your cheeks as your lips move in sync with each other. Your lip is caught between his teeth as he nibbles it before letting it go. Your eyes darken, feeling your arousal dampen your panties.

“Hoseok,” you keen, letting your bra fall forward before tossing it to join your dress on your floor. You can’t wait any longer, your hands working off his jacket, before your fingers are tugging and pulling at his shirt, undoing the buttons. Hoseok grins, enjoying your eagerness to strip him down. He allows you to go at your own pace, noticing the way you bite your lips when his chest is exposed, your hands pushing his button-up shirt down his arms. He helps you take it off, your lips pressing kisses down his chest, pushing him flat on your mattress.

His body looks delicious under you. You love the smooth planes of his abdomen. Your kisses make him moan as your hand teasingly runs over the bulge in his dress pants. His eyes shut in pleasure at the feeling, his breath hitching in his throat as you undo his belt. You toss it to the floor, your finger moving across the length of his dick—no longer being able to wait—you undo his pants, pulling down the zipper.

“There’s no rush,” he whispers. You giggle before taking his hand in yours, kissing each of his fingertips, taking his thumb in your mouth, and sucking on it. You adore the way his eyes widen in shock before you release his thumb.

You then take his hand and move your panties to the side, guiding his hand to your wetness, allowing him to feel how ready you are for him. Hoseok curses under his breath, his hard cock twitching in the confines of his boxers.

You remove his hand, much to his dismay, but he moves his fingers, covered with your essence, to his mouth to suck them clean as you help him out of his pants, taking his boxers down with them. His cock springing free.

You lick your lips, moaning at the sight, your pussy clenching around nothing as you think about him filling you just right. You need Hoseok so bad; you bite your lip. Your eyes plead with him to fuck you.

He smirks, his hand coming to stroke your face. “You want me that bad, huh?”
You nod, your eyes not leaving his erection, causing Hoseok to grab your chin with his thumb and forefinger so he can turn your head towards him.

“My eyes are up here, baby.”

“I want you, Hoseok,” you whine, licking your lips as you turn and lower your mouth onto his dick without warning. He gasps in surprise as he feels your warm, wet mouth sucking the head of his cock, your tongue teasingly swirling around it.

“Fuck,” he groans, sitting up and supporting his weight on his elbows, his dark eyes fixated on you as you take him deeper.

His hands wove through your hair, gently guiding you onto his dick further. You gag, making him groan; his abdomen tightening as you pull back before your nose is meeting his pelvis again. You look up, seeing his face displaying the pleasure he’s feeling.

“You’re so fucking good. Keep going, baby girl,” he moans.

You glide back down his cock, your tongue teasingly licking at the head. His eyes on you as you playfully plant kisses all over his cock, making him smile adoringly down at you. He doesn’t catch the slight smirk you shoot him before your mouth is on him again; you inhale through your nose, taking him down your throat and swallowing.

It pleases your ears when he curses loudly, your eyes showing feign innocence as you swallow again, his cock twitching in response. His chest is heaving, his hand tight on your hair, the roots protesting at his grasp. Your eyes watering, but you don’t let it deter you as you exhale, releasing his cock. Your mouth and jaw covered in your own spit, but you sink back down on him, causing him to moan your name.

“That’s so good! Fuck, how are you so good? I’m so lucky!” he exclaims, his eyes fluttering shut as you allow him a tiny break, licking at the head and suckling it softly, your spit making it easier for you to take him back down your throat. His abdomen tightens again—curses and praises falling from his pink lips.

“You need to fucking quit that or I’m gonna cum down that pretty, little throat of yours. Fuck,” he huffs, his eyes glaring at you in mock anger.

“Are you sure you want me to stop, babe?” You lick your lips, smirking up at him. You look angelic, but he knows it’s an act and he won’t fall for it.

“Let me show you that the rumors are true,” he winks. You squeal as you end up on your back, his lips immediately connecting with yours. You moan, your fingers threading through his raven-colored hair, cooing at its softness. His lips leave yours, trailing kisses down to your breasts. His tongue flicks across your nipples, enjoying the salacious moan that escapes your kiss-swollen lips. You arch into his touch, his fingers gently playing with your right nipple as his lips begin licking and nibbling at the left one.

Moans fall free, your body burning with desire as he switches nipples, your hands gripping your sheets so tightly. Hoseok gets comfortable between your thighs, kneeling as he kneads your breasts in his hands, his thumbs rubbing at your nipples.

“Hoseok,” you breathe, his answering smirk has you bucking upwards. Hoseok chuckles.

“So impatient,” he tuts, his hands releasing your breasts as he kisses his way down to your panties’ hemline. His tongue teasingly licking from one hip to the other before his lithe fingers are putting the lace material down. He groans as the smell of your arousal hits his nose. He winks at you, sniffing your panties before throwing them over his shoulder. He grips your thighs, fingers digging into the flesh almost painfully as you feel his fiery tongue lick your inner thigh.

“Please,” you plead, your voice an octave higher than usual. You’re trying not to squirm under his touch, but the anticipation of what’s coming is too much for you.

Hoseok grins, sucking a hickey onto your inner thigh. He admires his work, repeating it on your other thigh before you feel his index finger gently moving up and down your wet slit.

“So wet for me.” he feels pleased with your reaction to him. You sigh heavenly, loving the way his fingers are dancing across your thighs, his head lowering.

You lean up on your elbows, your body aflame when he sends you a cocky smirk. You feel his tongue lick a stripe up your folds. Your body falls back into the mattress, moaning his name as you feel him continue his ministrations. You’re not sure what to grab; one hand clutching the sheets tightly while the other is woven in his raven hair.

You feel him grunt, his tongue swirling leisurely at your entrance, making you gasp when his tongue slides in. You revel in the feeling, allowing him to place your legs over his strong shoulders before he moves his tongue up to your clit. You keep yourself from squeezing his head between your thighs as his tongue flicks your clit teasingly.

“Stop teasing me,” you moan, your eyes fluttering shut as he flattens his tongue and gives you another lick, his finger tracing your wet core. He doesn’t give any warning as he slips his finger inside, his lips coming to suck at your clit.

You release his hair, your hand dropping to pull on the sheets as you feel his fiery tongue licking up your arousal, his finger accompanied by a second as he fills you. The lewd sounds of Hoseok slurping up your essence had you keening. Your body radiating heat from the pleasure, his tongue working wonders on your body. His fingers spread you open, his tongue slowly sliding into your entrance, his groan reverberating in you as your warm essence hits his tongue. His tongue dances freely, your moans egging him on as you moan his name in warning.

He sits up, fingers still pumping inside you, a smug smile decorating his slick lips. “So soon, love?”

“Yes.” you breathe, your hand pushing his head downwards, causing him to chuckle. He wraps his lips around your clit, his tongue flicking it. Your thighs crushing his head as your breathing becomes more erratic, a telltale sign of your impending orgasm.

“Hoseok,” you gasp. His fingers’ pace quickens as your chest rises and falls, the heels of your feet digging into the mattress as your hands come to lace in his black hair, pulling him into you further. He’s relentless, his body burning with desire as you fill the room with your sweet sounds. His cock stirs, joyful that he’s the one that’s made you a complete mess under him with his tongue and fingers.

He doesn’t stop, taking your moans as cues to continue, your back arching slightly, hips bucking as you grind yourself on his face. His pink tongue licking up your wetness, your hands tugging his hair, his name tumbling out of your lips repeatedly like a mantra as you feel a wave of pleasure envelop your body. You moan, rewarding Hoseok with your orgasm. His tongue moves carefully to lick you clean, his mouth and chin glistening with your arousal when he pries your thighs off his head and his giggles fill the air.

You open your eyes, your heaving chest and pounding heart, trying to go back to normal. You sit up, your lips meeting Hoseok’s, allowing yourself to taste the remnants of your orgasm on his lips and tongue.

His hands grip your hips, his lips leaving a sticky trail from your jaw down to your neck. Your hands fall to his shoulder, your hips bucking upwards, hinting at what you want next. He breathes out a laugh, his hand coming to push your damp strands behind your ear.

“Eager, are we?”

“Shut up.” You blush as your fingertips dance down from his shoulders to his lower back, feeling his smooth, tanned skin. His eyes flutter shut, enjoying your soft touch. His lips capture yours in an unhurried kiss. He wants to savor this moment for as long as possible after he’s been waiting so long to have you just like this. The room feels like it’s scorching, filled with your scents, and his lips kiss their way to your neck, sucking his mark on you.

Your fingers are stroking his locks, head tilted upwards to allow him more room to work. His hand caresses your nipple, pinching it, and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. It’s not much, but it’s driving you wild. He really was as good as the rumors had said.

“Hoseok, baby…” you trail off, feeling his teeth sink into your flesh once again, your fingers clutching his hair tightly.

He smiles against your skin, deciding he’s tortured you enough. His eyes meet your lust-glazed ones. “Condom?”

You point to your nightstand. He chuckles as he reaches over you, purposely pressing his erection against your hip and you try to turn your body slightly to rub yourself against him. He growls when he feels your arousal touch the head of his cock, pressing his hip harder onto yours to keep you in place as his fingers pull open the drawer and retrieve the foil package.

“You’re so needy,” he coos with a smirk, ripping open the foil and rolling the condom on expertly within seconds.

“Come on, Hoseok!”

Hoseok laughs, kissing your forehead as he grips his cock and lets your arousal cover the condom before he pushes in, grunting at the feeling of finally being inside you. He pauses, feeling your nails digging into his firm back, letting you adjust.

“You okay, baby girl?” he asks softly, one hand stroking your cheek softly as you send him a weak smile and nod.

“I’m okay,” you reply, feeling him push in a little further, the achingly wonderful stretch making you release a heady moan that makes Hoseok moan your name in return. He slowly pulls out before pushing back in, loving the way your legs wrap around his hips tightly as he picks up his pace. His lips coming to kiss at your neck and chest, loving the way you feel so warm and wet around him despite the barrier.

“Fuck, you feel so good around me, Y/n. So fucking good,” he groans, his body burning with desire as he pushes in deeper, rolling his hips against yours, showing you just how much he can please you. Your hands fall to the bedsheets, clutching them tightly as you feel him push in farther, hitting all the right spots while you airily call out his name.

“You like that, baby?” he smirks, his hips grinding into yours, his hand slipping between your connected bodies to rub your clit.

“Hoseok,” you cry, your hands coming to your breasts to knead them and stimulate your nipples while Hoseok continues to fill you deliciously. The sounds of your fucking fill the room, soft moans leaving your lips as his grunts fill your ears.

You can’t believe it’s actually happening after waiting for so long. You call out his name, causing him to slow, his head quirking to the side in question.

“Lay down,” you tell him, and he ruefully pulls out of you, following your directions. You kiss him, smiling, you call him a good boy, which makes his cheeks burn crimson.

“Do you like being called a good boy?” you ask with a smug look on your face as your hands run up and down his smooth torso, loving the way his breath hitches in his throat. You straddle him, missing the way his cock felt inside you just moments before. You don’t waste time teasing him, allowing your body to sink on him. Your head lolls back, moaning at being filled once again.

Hoseok’s large hands find purchase on your hips as you rock your hips against him. Your hands flat on his chest, smiling when your fingertips brush against his nipples and he moans.

“You like that, baby?” you smile, your finger tracing circles around one of his nipples as you fuck yourself on his cock. He nods, grabs your hips, and sits up, using the pillows to support his back as he lets you bounce on his cock faster. His eyes watch as your breasts bounce up and down, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip as his hold on you gets tighter to slow you down. You kiss his lips, his tongue slipping between your parted lips as his hands knead your ass. He loves the way your body feels pressed against his, loves the way you moan when his hand slaps your ass.

Hoseok breaks the kiss. His eyes focused on your fucked out gaze, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you play with your tits, waiting for his next move.

He lays back down smirking as he grabs your hips, the heels of his feet digging into the mattress as he thrusts upwards; fucking you roughly.

“Hoseok! Fuck, baby… I-” your thoughts muddled, only moans leaving your lips as you bounce on his cock. His own moans and grunts mixing with your own in the bedroom. You don’t know how much more you can take when he’s fucking you so good. One of your hands moves down to your clit to rub it, as his thrusts don’t falter.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck, Y/n! You’re so beautiful, baby,” he says breathlessly, his eyes focused on the way your body moves above him. His abdomen tightens, his hips stutter as he groans when he feels you clench around him.

“Fucking hell, you feel so good! I’m not gonna last much longer,” he warns desperately, and you know you’re right there with him. Your body feels like it’s on fire as you continue to rub yourself, your pussy clenching as well as your stomach as you feel yourself burning and tingling, becoming undone. “Hoseok! Hoseok!”

Your pleasurable screams are enough to trigger his own orgasm, curses falling from his beautiful, pink lips. His sweat-dampened hair falling into his eyes, but he shakes it away so he can focus on your face as you orgasm around him, his own orgasm filling the condom, your name spilling from his lips repeatedly. His heart is pounding in his ears frantically, he’s out of breath and you fall forward on his chest. Both your bodies sticky with sweat, laughing when he has to peel you off his chest to take the condom off and tie it into a knot before throwing it into the trashcan by your nightstand.

You’re still trying to catch your breath as he pulls you into his hot, sweaty body. You rest your head on his chest, your fingers dancing across it.

“Where should we go on our next date?” you ask giggling, Hoseok’s hand resting on your hip giving it a light squeeze.

“Wherever you want,” he replies, pressing his lips against yours in a swift kiss.

You remain silent while you think of ideas, molding yourself further into Hoseok’s touch. You enjoy the way he’s softly caressing your hip, his lips pressing kisses to your damp forehead every so often… until you gasp and sit up, startling the poor male.

“What?! What is it?!” he asked panicked, eyes wide as he asses your body looking for damage.

“We have to get to the store early tomorrow!” you exclaim, leaning your sweaty body over his to grab your phone off the nightstand to set an alarm, ignoring Hoseok.

“What for, Y/n?” he asks you, still confused about your sudden urgency to get to the store.

“The Valentine’s Day candy will be on sale and I need to buy some!”

“You’re an odd one, you know that?” he laughs as he has you settle back in his arms to cuddle you a little longer, his lips brushing against yours.

“You like me that way though,” you whisper in reply as his lips press against yours firmer.

Hoseok’s forehead rests against yours, his dark eyes meeting yours. Your heart flutters in your chest as you hear him say. “That I do. That I do.”

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