sometimes a family is two women lying about their identities, an embezzler (never charged), a hardworking single mom, and the child they are all helping raise
“Jung Hoseok is many a thing in your life: Best friend. Part time lover. Eyecandy. And subject of your horniest desires. One night you stay over at his place, but fall asleep before anything can happen. You wake up the next morning needing him like you need air and he just so happens to need you too.”
Pairing: Hoseok x f.Reader (can be read without prior lore knowledge)
Genre: best friends with benefits!AU, Smut, Fluff if you squint really hard
Warnings: Hobi in a tanktop & grey sweats <3, Rougher Dom!Hoseok, needy sub!Reader, she just "casually" wears a thong around him, which obviously earns her what she deserves (a good dickening), making out & groping in his kitchen, which then continues in his bedroom, body worship for both, nipple play & licking for both, strength & muscle kink, now hear me out about the main thing!! she massages lube on his abs and then grinds on them :), yes this an ab humping fic :), multiple orgasms (f.receiving), afterwards he dicks her down HARD, clit play, breast play, choking & spanking (f.receiving), messy orgasms, creampie, cumming all over her chest, which he licks off <3, he calls her babygirl & good girl, the praisiest praise ever, this man can DIRTY TALK LORDD, i need a respirator fr, loving & soft aftercare
Wordcount: 6.9k
a/n: i don't want to talk about it. this is not how i wanted to return from my break but here we are 😶 i want to formally apologise for the damage this will do to you besties' pussies but i also want to say you're welcum. i put my entire sibussy into this story and it didn't help because hobi is still fucking haunting me omfg oh lord i need to run against a wall and forget all my memories fr 😩 have fun my whores i'm happy to be back 🖤
You are at Hoseok’s today.
Well, technically you are still at Hoseok’s after staying the night. Nothing happened. It was quite simple. The others aren’t currently at the estate and you grew tired of being alone. Taehyung and Jimin are on a best friend bonding trip to Hawaii, Jungkook is staying with Seokjin in Gordes because he really missed him and Yoongi had to spontaneously leave for Geneva to help his long term friend Fredrick with sorting out some issues.
And you? You honestly didn’t feel like going on a trip. So you stayed behind. You cleaned, did some gardening, you read, you took walks and enjoyed time alone. But then you got bored and so you took one very long walk to Hoseok’s.
That was yesterday and he welcomed you with homemade iced tea and pasta for dinner.
“Somehow I always end up eating pasta at your place”, you told him, enjoying it wholeheartedly.
“Sorry, it’s not my intention.”
“It’s totally fine. You make one hell of a pesto.”
Later you watched a movie where you fell asleep on his chest. Nothing happened.
Hoseok must have been awake for a while. His side is empty and cold. Which is a fucking shame because the second you woke up, you craved him. In more ways than one. You wanted his cuddles, desired his kisses and needed his touch. You huff air in frustration, staring at the empty bed longingly. It would have been so awesome if he was still here. He is always so warm in the morning and said warmth really brings out how amazing he smells.
You sit up and roll out of bed to leave for the bathroom so you can freshen up a little.
Hoseok is a very clean person. Quite frankly, he is the tidiest person you know. Each thing has his designated spot and things like dust or flyaway hairs were nonexistent in his bathroom. He left the door open and the scent of his shower gel still lingers in the air. You enjoy it as you wash your face and brush your teeth, eyes travelling over the tidy set up. He left his cologne outside today, which is totally shocking but also very tempting. You finish cleaning up and pick up the cologne to steal a sniff. Woody cedar meets warm grapefruit with a hint of shiso. It is masculine and sensual. If you could, you would bathe in it. It smells so good and knowing that he probably put it on after his shower makes you just a little droopy.
Now, you must be excused. Being close to Hoseok is very difficult because he is just so attractive. Yesterday, he opened the door in a tank top and some baggy grey sweats and you almost barked at him. It also doesn’t help that he is starting to get serious with you. Granted, you always knew that he wasn’t the funny perverted jokester he most of the times likes to give himself as, but seeing his more serious side become the norm around you just kind of hits different. He is so attractive when he simply exists without trying to put on a show. It’s in the little things. The way he closes a cabinet with his hip, the way he offers you something to drink and always makes sure that you are taken care of or when he tells you about his day while you rest on his chest and he traces your arm. He is so him these days. So completely and attractively mundane and normal and because of that, incredibly sexy.
Point being, you are just a little upset that last night didn’t lead to anything more and so you leave for downstairs with a plan. You are wearing nothing more than your lacy bra and a matching thong. You rarely wear thongs, because let’s be honest, they are fucking uncomfortable. You only wear them when you want to seduce someone and this is your plan. Seduce Hoseok.
Your heart races. This is something you never did before with him. You have no idea how he will react or if he will even like it. You might actually dissolve into dust of embarrassment if he ends up being weirded out. After all, you and he aren’t an official thing and stuff like surprising each other in your underwear isn’t just something that happens. But if you don’t try, you will always regret it.
Hoseok is eating his world-famous breakfast croffles (he always has to make them when you stay for breakfast) and sips on coffee when you enter the kitchen. He is engrossed in a video on his phone, judging by the sounds it is a dancing competition video.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning, one second I can’t look away. My favourite’s dancing.”
Just as you had figured.
“Yeah? Are they any good?”
“She’s fucking sick. I’ve never seen such footwork before. How the hell is she even doing that?” he says and moves the phone closer to see better.
You run your eyes over him. Baggy grey sweats and a white tanktop, dark hair styled messily on purpose and fingers adorned by rings. He is so attractive without even trying.
This is killing you. Your heart might give up before anything else. Hoseok keeps murmuring and mumbling to himself while you prepare a cup of tea. You know your way around the kitchen, so it is easy to do.
“Are you hungry? I’ll make you croffles”, he offers without looking up.
“Sure, I could go for a bite.”
“Alright, I’ll make them soon.”
“Yeah, take your time.”
He hums and continues watching. The water finishes boiling in the time being. You fill your designated mug, watching the tea bag tint the water caramel slowly.
“Damn, that was sick”, Hoseok lets out behind you.
The dance must have finished because you can hear the distinct sound of a phone being set down. It is now or never.
You keep your back turned to him, acting busy and hoping that he looks.
“So sorry, I would have been so upset if I missed that, but now you have me all to-”
One second.
“What the fuck?” a very quiet whisper.
Two seconds.
“-yourself.” Loud again. “Damn, what’s going on with your clothes?”
“Why? What do you mean?”
“You didn’t wear that to sleep. Where’s your pjs gone?”
You turn and shrug your shoulders.
“Didn’t feel like it.”
His eyes are all over you, trying to undress what little clothing still covers you.
“Well fuck”, he says and drops into his chair, running his hand over his mouth. He meets your eyes. “Not gonna lie, ___, this is making the morning a lot sweeter.”
“It is?”
“You’re like a dream, Seriously, the sweetest dream. Damn, just, sorry I’m inappropriate. It’s just underwear and I’m acting like I’ve never seen a woman in a thong before. Sorry.”
“You’re alright”, you say and chuckle, “I like it.”
You turn again so you can get some milk. You like your morning tea with milk. Anyone who hates this combination doesn’t know true culinary luxury.
“Fucking hell ___, you’re… Nah, that’s too much.”
He stands up and closes the distance. His hand brushes your waist.
“Please look at me”, he says, using his sexy voice for it.
You turn. His gaze is darkened in desire, making sinful love to you as he looks you deep into the eyes.
“Tell me that I’m not reading into this too much and you’re not just wearing this for the sake of wearing it.”
“I wanna tell you something about me.”
“Tell me.”
“I actually hate wearing thongs. They’re things of evil.”
He chuckles, sliding his fingers under the very thin string which sits on your hip.
“So why are you?”
“Because…” you begin to whisper, closing the distance so he can taste the words.
Hoseok’s purrs softly, parting his lips. Your breath taste minty and like temptation. He craves to fill his lungs with you.
“...I had hoped that you would like them”, you finish your sentence, raking your fingers up his sculpted chest.
“I do. I like them.”
Closer. Your lips almost touch.
“Good.”
“Kiss me.” He cups your cheek, chasing your lips.
“You first.”
Hoseok smiles in amusement, eyes flickering darkly. He slides his hand to the back of your head and pulls you in. You moan, knees buckling and body chasing him instinctively. He tastes sweet like the maple syrup he likes on his croffles. His lips are so soft, drawing you in. He is definitely the one to decide the rhythm. You just have to take it, keep up with it and you do. You take it with a racing heart, moaning every time he runs his tongue over your lips. You keep up with it, touching his body because you need to have all of him. His arms are so defined without being too overly bulky. His waist is so tiny and firm and his chest is strong with the perkiest of nipples. You rub them over his tanktop. He moans softly, following it with a chuckle. He sways your bodies from side to side, wrapping his strong arms around you so he can press you against him. He purrs deeply, letting you taste his desire in a slow tongue kiss.
You moan into his mouth. It feels so good to be held that tight just because you played with his nipples. Hoseok is so good in communicating with his body and he just doesn’t stop talking. As you continue to rub and explore his chest, he continues to purr and allows his hands to travel over your back. He uses his entire palms for it, making sure that you can feel every touch he places.
You switch your touch to his neck, ruffling up his hair and meeting his tongue with your own. He sucks on your tongue with a moan, squeezing your ass. He does it so desperately that you kind of wobble from side to side, getting on your tiptoes because he lifts you just a little.
“Jump”, he orders and you follow.
He catches you, bouncing you in his arms so he gets a better grip of you and kissing you as he does. You moan, grinding against his stomach and twisting his hair. His hands are under your ass, his arms flex as he carries you with ease. His kiss tastes like heaven, but you take it away when he sits you down on the kitchen counter and you have to gasp.
“Cold”, you whine.
“Hm, sorry”, he purrs, making it up to you by kissing your neck and shoulders. He is breathing heavily, constantly purring and moaning because the mere existence of you seems to drive him wild.
You don’t even care about the cold stone under your butt anymore. Not when he raises the fire in your veins. You close your eyes, gripping the edge of the counter and keeping him close with your legs. He feels them up, kissing a hungry path down to your breasts.
“So sexy, you’re so sexy”, he lulls, grinding into you with a shaky moan.
Thud.
“Ouch.”
He shoots up.
“What was that?”
You are pouting, rubbing your head, “I hit my head on the cabinet.”
Hoseok laughs, “are you okay?” he asks, petting the aching spot.
“No. You made me roll my head back with your stupid grinding and I hit it.”
He chuckles, “okay Miss Clumsy, let’s remove you from danger”, he says and lifts you off the counter.
You giggle, ruffling his hair and gazing down at him.
“Where are you taking me?”
“Bedroom”, he says, “now fucking kiss me.”
You don’t need to be told twice. Kissing him is like a drug and you are its addict. You kiss him as he leaves the kitchen, you kiss him as he walks up the stairs and you kiss him as he lies you down in his soft bed. He is the one to break the kiss, but the pleasure continues. Your neck gets kissed and sucked and because it’s Hoseok and his entire deal is being sexy, he bites you as well.
You mewl, rolling your hips up in desperate search for friction. He helps you find it on his hand. He hooks his pinkie in your thongs and pulls it to the side, connecting his thumb with your pussy so you can grind down on it.
“Hobi, oh god.”
“I love how fucking wet you already are, you’re just so good for me”, he praises. He hooks his other hand in your bra, tugging the right cup to the side so he has access to your nipple. He wraps his wet, warm and soft mouth around it, sucking on it gently and flicking his tongue over it.
If he didn’t have you wrapped all around his fingers, he definitely would now.
“Stop”, you gasp, pulling his hand away, “stop, please stop.”
“What’s the matter?” he asks, retreating his hand.
“You’re too good, I’m excited.” You fluster. “I almost came.”
He chuckles, eyes sparkling mischievously.
“Don’t laugh. This is really exciting for me.”
“Why? I’m just getting you ready.”
“I wanted you the moment I woke up.”
He widens his eyes, “really?”
“Yeah.”
“Well damn. I don’t know what to say.”
You touch his chest, “I want something.”
“Tell me.”
“I want you to be rough today, okay? No more of that careful shit.”
He chuckles, “alright, I can do that. Anything else?”
“If you want to, you can choke me or spank me.”
“Hot. That’s hot.”
“So?”
“Yes, baby. Yes”, he says and kisses you again.
You moan in happiness, dragging your hands down his torso until you reach his pants. You slip your hands inside. Hoseok follows your hands just to take his pants off. The kiss has to break when he has to step out of them. A pair of tight boxers keeps his hard cock pressed to his thigh. He is soaking the grey fabric. The view is so hot but nothing beats the view of his abs as he takes off his tanktop. He throws it to the side and steps out of his boxers, wanting to reclaim his spot between your legs afterwards but you are faster.
You sit up, surprising him by pushing him down into the sheets by his chest.
“Alright, is this what we’re doing?” he laughs, dropping down willingly.
You climb his lap, sitting down right under his hard cock. He smiles in amusement, caressing your thighs.
“You’re so sweet”, he purrs, feeling up your waist.
“Mhm”, you hum absentmindedly, lowering your mouth to his neck to worship it needily. He smells like his cologne. You quite frankly lick and suck it off of him while Hoseok gasps for air and moans in pleasure.
You only leave his neck once you consumed all of his scent, having come to the conclusion that the rest of his body smells just as good.
“Oh shit”, he lets out under his breath, chest heaving up and down quickly as you lick his nipples.
But again, you don’t stay for too long. This isn’t what you crave the most. This isn’t what you have been thinking about ever since you saw him in this stupidly tight tanktop.
“Your abs are insane. Actually insane”, you say, dragging your tongue down the middle of them. Your hands follow it along his waist, thumbs running over his obliques. Hoseok chases your mouth, abs rippling under your tongue. He sighs, skin tingling.
You are so greedy. Your mind is going wild.
“I wanna grind on them”, you murmur to yourself.
“Then do.”
“Hm?”
Hoseok props himself up on his elbows. You look at him with widened eyes.
“You heard that?”
“You weren’t really quiet, were you?” He smirks. “Do it. I don’t have them for nothing you know? I bet I can make you cum on them.”
“Holy moly, Hoseok.”
His smirk grows. He cups your cheek and traces your lips.
“Deal?”
“Yeah. Deal”, you sigh and kiss him.
Hoseok drops into the sheets and grabs your ass, moaning deeply. His grip is gentle but also, for a lack of a better word, possessive. He makes sure that you can feel it – feel him – but not in a way which would hurt. This is supposed to be good for you and it is. Hoseok is so fucking good for you.
He makes you laugh, he lets you cry, he protects you, he listens to you and remembers mundane stuff like your favourite croffle toppings. And he feels like ecstasy when you touch. He is so fucking good for you.
“Hobi…” you sigh into the kiss.
“Hm?” he purrs, rubbing your buttocks.
“You’re so addictive.”
He laughs, “what are you saying?”
“Just…fucking want you.”
He moans as you kiss him, giving you a gentle push to make you finally scoot up his body. He is needy too. He can’t deny it anymore.
The kiss has to break for the thing to work. His head is supported by two pillows, laying higher this way so he has good view of his abs.
You crawl off his lap. Hoseok watches with heavy eyes as you take off your thong. Then you walk off.
“Hey, where are you going?” he asks, furrowing his brows.
“Drawer was it?” you ask, walking to his bedside table.
“For what? Come back here.”
You open the drawer. Bingo.
“Lube”, you say and show him the bottle of water based lube he keeps close by.
Hoseok tuts, smirking in amusement.
“What do you need that for, mhm?”
“You’ll see.”
You climb back on his lap and sit down. Hoseok instantly touches you, running his hands up and down your thighs and waist. He looks at you as if he wanted to devour you whole.
“So sexy. My babygirl’s so fucking sexy”, he purrs, spurring you on.
With confidence, you open the bottle of lube and squirt a sinful amount of it onto his abs. They twitch and flex as a reaction to the cold.
“Shit.” He laughs, squeezing your hips. “That’s cold, gotta warn me.”
“Where’s the fun in that? I could watch your abs twitch like that”, you say and put the bottle aside. You connect your hands with his stomach to massage the lube all over his skin.
“That’s hot…fuck, I like that”, he purrs, tensing and relaxing his abs wherever you touch him. “Yeah, just like that, babygirl…”
“How do you even get these abs? They’re insane.”
“Workouts, dancing, I’m just sexy, what can I say”, he says, following it with a rather cutesy giggle.
You agree, “you are. You’re so sexy.”
You spread the excess lube on your pussy and finally do what you need. You position yourself above his abs.
“That’s so hot. Use me, babygirl, you got it”, he encourages you, offering you his hands if you needed support. He has his arms propped on his elbows so you can really lean your weight on them.
You take them, of course you do. Those are Hoseok’s hands. You would be dumb if you didn’t take them. The lube smears between your palms, forcing him to grip you so much tighter than he normally needs to. It’s so sexy.
Your pussy touches his stomach. You exhale shakily, heart beginning to race. This is new to you and it’s already amazing.
“That’s good, babygirl. You like that?”
“Yeah, I do”, you say and begin moving. You roll your hips up and down on his abs, finding out soon enough that you can feel the definition. “Okay, woah yeah I do.”
He chuckles, rolling his lower lip between his teeth. He can’t decide whether to look at your pretty pussy on his abs or your cute face scrunched up in concentration. Maybe both because he is fucking into you. So into you.
“Take it at your pace, yeah? I’m right here, just enjoy.”
“Hoseok…”
Your pussy is mesmerising. The angle naturally hides a lot from his eyes, but what Hoseok can see is enough to drive him insane. You fit right around his abs, moving so perfectly on him. He feels you getting wetter and wetter. It’s so warm, really bringing out how fucking soft you are.
“Hobi, you feel so good”, you get out, squeezing his hands.
“I do?” He flexes his abs.
“A-ah”, you moan with your voice pitched, scrunching your nose.
“So sexy”, Hoseok whispers, doing it again just to hear you moan and feel you clench.
You didn’t think that you could feel it so well. You could fucking count them just by rubbing your pussy over them.
One, two, three.
“Hoseok, ah, Hoseok.”
Four, five.
“You’re such a pretty woman, riding my abs so well. Good girl, make yourself feel good.”
Six, seven.
“Hobi please.”
Eight. He’s got an eight pack. This sexy motherfucker actually has an eight pack and its currently getting marked by you. He is the canvas and you are the artist, creating impure art.
“Please what, babygirl? Want me to help you?”
You open your bra and take it off.
“Touch me”, you beg, guiding his lube covered hands to your tits.
His abs tense under you because of the position. He purrs deeply, watching with widened pupils as he covers your breasts in a sinful layer of lube. He rubs his palms all over your chest, drags them down your sides and up over your stomach, repaying the favour this way. Now you are both covered in lube, skin glistening in the morning light and bodies heated up.
“My sexy woman. Fuck, lube’s your best look”, he rasps, cupping your breasts to knead them in his messy fingers.
You twitch and tremble on him, leaking more of you on his hard abs. Praise paired with his touches is a difficult combination to handle. It turns you on so much to be messy and he is calling you sexy for it.
You press yourself tighter to his abs, speeding up your movements because he has you desperate. It squelches in wet sin, only adding to the pleasure. The fact that you can hear the texture of them…
“Fuck, this feels so good…”
“Yeah? Like it?”
“So much, ahm…”
“That’s it. Ride my abs, good girl. You’re such a good girl”, he praises, rewarding you with his thumbs on your nipples. It’s like he knows how a woman works. It’s insane how good his touch feels. Just one second of it and you already find yourself addicted to it.
“Hoseok, fuck please.”
“Tell me, babygirl.”
“Don’t stop.”
“Won’t.”
“Thank you”, you moan and throw your head back, arching your back. You grab his strong arms, chasing the feeling of him. His hands on you, his thumbs on your nipples and his abs under your leaking cunt. You chase it, chase it, chase it and it’s getting better and better.
By now you have his abs so messy that creamy strings of your slick stick to his skin, webbing themselves from muscle to muscle. It looks so good against his honey skin.
You don’t get to see it. Your eyes are rolled back by now.
But Hoseok sees it and he is hooked up on the view, leaking on his lowest abs and wishing for you to just take him in. But he can’t rush you. He promised you an orgasm on his abs and he isn’t one to break promises. Especially not when it comes to you. You’re fucking precious to him and the promises he makes you, sacred.
So he keeps his fantasy a little fantasy while he tenses and flexes his abs under your puffy cunt and plays with your pretty nipples. He switches between massages of your chest and attention to your nipples with little flicks and rubs. The pleasure courses through you in waves.
“I think I’m close.”
“That’s so good. You’re doing so well”, he praises, sitting up more just so his abs ripple for you.
You shake, digging your fingers into his arms.
“Oh fuck.”
“You feel me?”
“Yeah, I feel you…”
“Mhhm I feel you too. You’re so sexy on my abs. My sexy babygirl”, he rasps and takes your nipples between his fingers to tug gently and rub them. At the same time he rolls his hips up, letting you feel how his abs work when he fucks.
“Hoseok holy fuck, ah!” you croak and break. Your entire body just freezes. Hoseok moans loudly at the feeling of your throbbing pussy and takes your hips between his hands just to move them over his abs for you.
You sob, gripping his wrists as you tremble. You thought it couldn’t get any better, but he proves you wrong as he guides you.
“Ho-hobi. Hobi please. Please.”
“I know babygirl, I know. You’re cumming so good for me. Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”
“Hobi…”
“I’ve got you. I’m here”, he talks you through it because that’s what he does. He talks you through it, helps you ride it out and enjoys the sensations with a dizzy head.
He can feel when it stops for you. He is so fucking greedy for more but knows not to be. You always get a little vulnerable after your first orgasm. It’s as if your mind finally catches up with the fact that you were horny and it is figuring out whether to be embarrassed or want more.
You sit on him with your entire weight, eyes widened and glassy.
“I…”
“Hush, you’re okay”, Hoseok assures you, lifting you just to sit up and put you down on his lap instead. The creamy mess you left on his abs smears all over your stomach now that are you so close. He has his hands on your back, holding you safely as he kisses your neck.
“What are you doing to me?” you choke out, dropping into him.
He moves his head so it wouldn’t get squished. His chin now rests against your shoulder while you have your face pressed into the crook of his neck. Your arms are hooked behind his head and your hands are in his hair.
“I promised you an orgasm on my abs, didn’t I?” he speaks in a soft voice, scratching your back soothingly.
“Yeah, but.”
“But what?”
“It felt so good.”
He chuckles, squeezing your buttocks.
“So? Where’s the problem?”
You lift your head, meeting his eyes. You cup his face.
“I want more.”
“What was that?”
“I want more”, you say and slide your hand to his cock.
Hoseok tenses his stomach, showing you with a slight squint of his eyes that he feels your touch and he likes it.
“Tell me”, he rasps.
“I want more, please.”
“No. Tell me that you can’t get enough.”
“I can’t get enough.”
He smiles darkly, lowering his eyes seductively. He moves his head closer, letting you taste his words.
“Beg for it.”
“I can’t get enough, please Hobi.”
“You can do better than that”, he rasps, looking at your lips.
“Fuck. Please fuck me, I want more of you, please”, you beg, heart racing like crazy and head dizzy. It’s so hot to have to beg. Especially when he makes you work for it. And you work for it. You grind your hips down on his thigh, twisting your hand around his cock in hopes of convincing him.
“I like that, babygirl. Say it again. One more time”, he whispers, craving to kiss you. Your hand on his cock is making it so difficult to hold back.
“You’re a tease”, you whine.
“Fucking say it again, babygirl”, he orders, giving your ass a warning squeeze.
“Please fuck me, please don’t tease me anymore please”, you whimper and try to warm his heart by dancing your tongue over his lips.
Hoseok growls and moves quickly. He picks you up only to pin you into the sheets and give you what you ask for.
You squeak, tensing up in surprise.
He knows how to do it so it fills you with electrical shocks of pleasure. He soaks up the view of your surprised eyes widening only to go out of focus and roll back all within a second.
“Go on say it. Say what you’re thinking”, he challenges you, pumping his aching cock into you in a desperate rhythm.
“Feels so good. Hobi, you feel so good.”
“Yeah? And what do well mannered women do, mhm?”
“Moan for you,” you moan, arching your back.
He chuckles, sliding his hand under your back and rewarding you with his entire length.
“Good guess, but no.”
You squeeze down on him so hard that he knows it was intentional. He growls, twisting the sheets beside your head.
“No, that’s not either. Go on, use your brain. What do we say after getting something?”
“Thank you”, you moan, twisting the sheets as well. There are no words on this earth to describe how good his cock makes you feel. First his abs get you sensitive and now you have his girthy cock splitting you open. This is actual heaven.
“Good girl. That’s it. Thank me. Go on.”
“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you”, you chant, getting louder and needier because your moans earn you more and more of what he has to offer.
He moves his hips as if he was on stage, performing and dancing just for your pleasure. Your second thank you earns you his skilled fingers on your clit and your third thank you earns you his other hand around your throat.
“Hoseok!” you wail, grasping his lower arm just to squeeze him closer to your throat.
He purrs deeply, tightening his fingers. Your pulse races like crazy, fluttering and faltering as he slowly and gently cuts off the blood flow to your brain. He towers over you, kneeling on the sheets as he makes dirty love to you. But you don’t get to see how sexy he looks. Your eyes are squeezed shut, your mind is completely lost in the pleasure.
“I’m going insane, you feel so fucking good. Fucking wanted you like crazy”, he says and moans loudly.
You match his freak with an even louder moan, clenching down on his cock because vocal men are such a turn on. Especially when it’s Hoseok. His voice is fucking made to make sex noises.
“Shit, woah…that feels good. Do it again”, he moans.
You clench, toes curling because it makes it a lot better for you as well. You can feel every vein on his cock this way, can feel his tip fuck against your g-spot and feel his base stretch you out. So you clench and clench and clench, whimpering and mewling for him.
“Yes”, he growls, chasing the tight heaven you offer him, “yes, yes, fucking yes. Babygirl, yes.”
He fucks you right where it feels the best. Over and over again he hits The Spot while his fingers flick your clit quickly and his hand reminds your throat that you are his’.
“Yes, babgirl, yes. You-”
“Hoseok”, you interrupt him.
“Yes?”
“You’re making me- oh god, Hoseok please. I have to- ah!”
“It’s okay, you can cum. Don’t hold back”, he encourages you, helping you with a soft rub on your clit and by letting go of your neck.
“Thank you!” You climax on his cock with a sob, writhing in ecstasy because this is so much more intense than the first one. Your head pounds from the blood rushing back. You feel your orgasm everywhere between your legs, thanking him over and over again.
“That’s it, don’t hold back. Good girl, I can’t get enough of you”, he talks you through it just as he fucks you through it. He doesn’t slow down. Why should he? When it makes you feel so good.
“More. More please. Please, oh. Please.”
“Wasn’t gonna stop anyway”, he says and easily fixes you to how he wants you. He rolls you to your side and bends your leg around his hips. He faces your pussy and just like this, he enters you. He gives you all of him, watching in delight how you tense up and writhe in pleasure because the position allows him to hit your g-spot more precisely.
“Thank you. Hobi please. Thank you.”
“I fucking love when you beg like this. Makes me wanna fuck you so much harder”, he purrs, using his abs and back muscles to give you the fuck of your lifetime.
Hoseok is many a thing. Best friend. Occasional lover. Artist. Pornstar, dancer and man obsessed. One thing is for sure however, he will use his mesmerising ability to move his hips to give you cock in ways you haven’t experienced yet. This is a passion project for him and he treats his passion projects with utmost and precise care. Because he likes them to be perfect.
If that means that he has to rearrange your guts and permanently carve himself into your walls, then so be it. Hoseok is down for the ride.
“Please, Hobi. It’s too much”, you sob and bury your face in the mattress. He watches how you bite into the sheets, how you grasp them with shaky fingers and how your toes curl.
“Just say it if you want me to stop. Hm?” He stops his hips. “Wanna say it?”
“No!” you practically yell at him. “Don’t stop please!”
Hoseok chuckles and picks his rhythm back up. He spanks your ass.
“Bad girl. Yelling is rude.”
You whimper, spilling tears. This is all part of his plan isn’t it? He listened to your wishes, memorised them and then planned the sexiest way of including them. First the hand around your throat and then he works you up to be yelling just so he can spank you. Holy fuck, this is all just part of his plan.
“Again please”, you beg desperately, leaking on his cock just as you leak tears into the sheets.
Spank! In sync with a rough thrust of his skilled hips.
“Thank you!”
“You’re so polite. Keep it up, babygirl. So good”, he rasps, rewarding you with two consecutive spanks and rough thrusts.
“Thank you”, you sob, clenching down on is cock every time he lands his bejeweled hand on your ass.
“So good.”
Spank!
“Hobi”, you sob and go back to biting the sheets.
Hoseok continues. He is panting by now, growling each time he exhales. He spanks you not because you need to be punished, but as an act of infatuation. He does it because it gives you pleasure, because it makes your cunt so tight on his cock and because it makes such a pretty sound.
“Good girl, you’re taking me so well. My good fucking woman. So good”, he praises, rubbing your clit with his other hand because you deserve only the best.
“O-i im uing”, you murmur into the sheets.
“What was that?”
You show him. Hoseok yelps, tensing up.
“___ baby…holy fuck, so tight”, he moans, throwing his head back and burying his cock in you to the very base just so he can feel every second of your orgasm. He didn’t plan on making you cum already so this one comes as a surprise.
You sob and wail, convulsing in paradisal pleasure before it gets too much and you squirt all over him.
“Fucking hell, you gonna make me cum. This is so hot”, Hoseok growls, suddenly moving like a messy, clumsy teenage boy. Coordinating spanks and clit rubs is impossible and his hips stutter whenever he pushes back in. So he holds onto a good chunk of your ass, bruising it between his strong fingers as he claims your weeping cunt. You are so tight and now so fucking wet. Your orgasm sticks to his abs as well, soaking his cock and balls. The view is so sexy to him, making it hard to keep moving. “Fuck, I’m close.”
You fight yourself to your elbow and reach for him.
“Please Hobi.” you beg, dragging your nails down his abs so hard that it leaves marks.
Hoseok looks into your puppy eyes and knows that he is done for.
“___ baby”, he moans, eyes going cross before rolling back and closing. His hips stop when his cock is deepest. He grunts, scrunches his face and you can finally feel it. His hot, creamy orgasm. It fills you up, sticks to you, makes you his’.
“Thank you, ah Hoseok, thank you”, you whimper, feeling up his abs as they ripple and tense rhythmically.
“Baby, this feels so good. Holy fuck, can I cum on your chest?”
“Yeah. Please.”
“Urgh fuck”, he growls through gritted teeth and pulls out of you. He flips you to your back and spanks your clit with his cock just once to get the message across before he angles it differently and jerks off over your chest to get that last wave of pleasure all over it.
“Hobi”, you whimper, watching the sinful show with hungry eyes. Look at his abs tense…
“That’s my woman. Fucking wear me around your neck, that’s my woman. So fucking good, urgh.”
You cry for him, gazing up at him with devoted, droopy eyes. You can’t decide whether to look at his heavy cock spurting white cum all over you and his long fingers or his glistening abs or his scrunched face. Maybe you look at all of it while you touch and scratch his abs and arch your tits closer to him.
Hoseok finishes in five sloppy strokes.
“Fuck ___”, he drops his cock into the mess he just made, playing with it by swirling his hips.
“Did you like that?” you ask him in a sweet voice.
He nods his head with closed eyes, catching his breath.
“You’re so sexy, babygirl. Can’t believe you let me do that”, he says and opens his eyes.
He drags his heavy cock down to your pussy, rubbing it through your well-loved folds and over your sensitive clit.
You squeak, closing your legs.
“Sensitive.”
He chuckles, kissing your knee.
“Sorry”, he says, pushing your legs open, “let me kiss it better.”
“Hoseok, god”, you gasp and sigh, melting into the sheets as he runs his mouth over your ruined body. This is so sinful and sensual but also soothing and relaxing.
He licks the cum from your chest, kisses the sore spots on your thighs and loves your neck with his lips. The mess between your legs he leaves. Personal preference maybe. You won’t complain. It’s so nice to leak him. You feel so fulfilled.
“How are you doing?” he whispers against your ear.
“I’m in shock.”
He chuckles, “is that a good thing?”
You nod your head vigorously, giggling.
He smiles, kissing your ear before he lifts his head. He is propped up on his elbow, resting against your side which makes it easy to caress your torso. His eyes are filled with soft adoration. He is glowing when he smiles.
“So how did I do? You liked what I did?”
“I get it now”, you whisper.
“Get what now?”
“Why you’re so cocky about your skills.”
He lowers his eyes shyly.
“Don’t say that.”
“You’re so good.”
“Ah, you”, he lets out and smooches you with a giggle. “Thanks. Wah, now I’m embarrassed.”
You snicker, “don’t be. I liked it so much. Oh god, I need a minute.”
“Mhm, take your time. I’ll be here to take care of you”, he says and uses the moments of relaxation to kiss you all over your body. “I hope you don’t mind.”
“No”, you sigh, writhing in relaxing pleasure. You don’t mind at all. You could never mind him. He is permanently settled in your brain, permanently living into your heart and permanently carved into your walls.
“You’re so fucking beautiful”, he whispers, kissing your inner thighs. They smell like sex. Hoseok soaks up the scent like an addict, leaving marks of devotion next to the spots his rough handling left. He leaves out your pussy again.
“Why do you do that?” you ask, playing with his hair.
“Do what?” he asks, looking up from your lower stomach.
“Leave it out”, you say, rolling your hips up.
“Because I can and I want to”, he purrs, kissing a quick path up to your face. He lies down next to you, cradling your face. “And because you should feel me a little longer.”
“But how will I get up and eat my croffles?”
He smiles against your lips and kisses you.
“Breakfast in bed, duh.”
“Really?” you ask, eyes widened in surprise. Such romance is new from him. He makes your heart race.
“Mhm, really. You should relax, let me treat my woman.”
His woman. He kept saying it as he fucked you. You don’t correct him. You smile and nod your head.
“Yeah, okay. But I can’t guarantee that I can keep my hands to myself when you do.”
“Do you have to be somewhere today?”
“No. But I don’t see how-”
“Then I don’t see the problem”, he flirts and pecks your lips.
You get it now. And it makes you giggle. He smiles, pecking your cheek.
“Relax. I’ll be back with breakfast”, he says and before he rolls out of bed, you stop him.
You steal a kiss, ending it by biting his lower lip. He smiles at you, eyes sparkly and infatuated by you.
“Don’t take too long, please.”
“Promise”, he seals it with a peck then finally gets out of bed to leave the bedroom naked.
“Aren’t you forgetting your clothes?”
“I cook best naked.” He gives you a cocky grin and a wink then closes the door.
“Fuck”, you drop into the sheets and blow raspberries. It is official, you won’t ever get him out of your head.
“Jung Hoseok is many a thing in your life: Best friend. Part time lover. Eyecandy. And subject of your horniest desires. One night you stay over at his place, but fall asleep before anything can happen. You wake up the next morning needing him like you need air and he just so happens to need you too.”
Pairing: Hoseok x f.Reader (can be read without prior lore knowledge)
Genre: best friends with benefits!AU, Smut, Fluff if you squint really hard
Warnings: Hobi in a tanktop & grey sweats <3, Rougher Dom!Hoseok, needy sub!Reader, she just "casually" wears a thong around him, which obviously earns her what she deserves (a good dickening), making out & groping in his kitchen, which then continues in his bedroom, body worship for both, nipple play & licking for both, strength & muscle kink, now hear me out about the main thing!! she massages lube on his abs and then grinds on them :), yes this an ab humping fic :), multiple orgasms (f.receiving), afterwards he dicks her down HARD, clit play, breast play, choking & spanking (f.receiving), messy orgasms, creampie, cumming all over her chest, which he licks off <3, he calls her babygirl & good girl, the praisiest praise ever, this man can DIRTY TALK LORDD, i need a respirator fr, loving & soft aftercare
Wordcount: 6.9k
a/n: i don't want to talk about it. this is not how i wanted to return from my break but here we are 😶 i want to formally apologise for the damage this will do to you besties' pussies but i also want to say you're welcum. i put my entire sibussy into this story and it didn't help because hobi is still fucking haunting me omfg oh lord i need to run against a wall and forget all my memories fr 😩 have fun my whores i'm happy to be back 🖤
You are at Hoseok’s today.
Well, technically you are still at Hoseok’s after staying the night. Nothing happened. It was quite simple. The others aren’t currently at the estate and you grew tired of being alone. Taehyung and Jimin are on a best friend bonding trip to Hawaii, Jungkook is staying with Seokjin in Gordes because he really missed him and Yoongi had to spontaneously leave for Geneva to help his long term friend Fredrick with sorting out some issues.
And you? You honestly didn’t feel like going on a trip. So you stayed behind. You cleaned, did some gardening, you read, you took walks and enjoyed time alone. But then you got bored and so you took one very long walk to Hoseok’s.
That was yesterday and he welcomed you with homemade iced tea and pasta for dinner.
“Somehow I always end up eating pasta at your place”, you told him, enjoying it wholeheartedly.
“Sorry, it’s not my intention.”
“It’s totally fine. You make one hell of a pesto.”
Later you watched a movie where you fell asleep on his chest. Nothing happened.
Hoseok must have been awake for a while. His side is empty and cold. Which is a fucking shame because the second you woke up, you craved him. In more ways than one. You wanted his cuddles, desired his kisses and needed his touch. You huff air in frustration, staring at the empty bed longingly. It would have been so awesome if he was still here. He is always so warm in the morning and said warmth really brings out how amazing he smells.
You sit up and roll out of bed to leave for the bathroom so you can freshen up a little.
Hoseok is a very clean person. Quite frankly, he is the tidiest person you know. Each thing has his designated spot and things like dust or flyaway hairs were nonexistent in his bathroom. He left the door open and the scent of his shower gel still lingers in the air. You enjoy it as you wash your face and brush your teeth, eyes travelling over the tidy set up. He left his cologne outside today, which is totally shocking but also very tempting. You finish cleaning up and pick up the cologne to steal a sniff. Woody cedar meets warm grapefruit with a hint of shiso. It is masculine and sensual. If you could, you would bathe in it. It smells so good and knowing that he probably put it on after his shower makes you just a little droopy.
Now, you must be excused. Being close to Hoseok is very difficult because he is just so attractive. Yesterday, he opened the door in a tank top and some baggy grey sweats and you almost barked at him. It also doesn’t help that he is starting to get serious with you. Granted, you always knew that he wasn’t the funny perverted jokester he most of the times likes to give himself as, but seeing his more serious side become the norm around you just kind of hits different. He is so attractive when he simply exists without trying to put on a show. It’s in the little things. The way he closes a cabinet with his hip, the way he offers you something to drink and always makes sure that you are taken care of or when he tells you about his day while you rest on his chest and he traces your arm. He is so him these days. So completely and attractively mundane and normal and because of that, incredibly sexy.
Point being, you are just a little upset that last night didn’t lead to anything more and so you leave for downstairs with a plan. You are wearing nothing more than your lacy bra and a matching thong. You rarely wear thongs, because let’s be honest, they are fucking uncomfortable. You only wear them when you want to seduce someone and this is your plan. Seduce Hoseok.
Your heart races. This is something you never did before with him. You have no idea how he will react or if he will even like it. You might actually dissolve into dust of embarrassment if he ends up being weirded out. After all, you and he aren’t an official thing and stuff like surprising each other in your underwear isn’t just something that happens. But if you don’t try, you will always regret it.
Hoseok is eating his world-famous breakfast croffles (he always has to make them when you stay for breakfast) and sips on coffee when you enter the kitchen. He is engrossed in a video on his phone, judging by the sounds it is a dancing competition video.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning, one second I can’t look away. My favourite’s dancing.”
Just as you had figured.
“Yeah? Are they any good?”
“She’s fucking sick. I’ve never seen such footwork before. How the hell is she even doing that?” he says and moves the phone closer to see better.
You run your eyes over him. Baggy grey sweats and a white tanktop, dark hair styled messily on purpose and fingers adorned by rings. He is so attractive without even trying.
This is killing you. Your heart might give up before anything else. Hoseok keeps murmuring and mumbling to himself while you prepare a cup of tea. You know your way around the kitchen, so it is easy to do.
“Are you hungry? I’ll make you croffles”, he offers without looking up.
“Sure, I could go for a bite.”
“Alright, I’ll make them soon.”
“Yeah, take your time.”
He hums and continues watching. The water finishes boiling in the time being. You fill your designated mug, watching the tea bag tint the water caramel slowly.
“Damn, that was sick”, Hoseok lets out behind you.
The dance must have finished because you can hear the distinct sound of a phone being set down. It is now or never.
You keep your back turned to him, acting busy and hoping that he looks.
“So sorry, I would have been so upset if I missed that, but now you have me all to-”
One second.
“What the fuck?” a very quiet whisper.
Two seconds.
“-yourself.” Loud again. “Damn, what’s going on with your clothes?”
“Why? What do you mean?”
“You didn’t wear that to sleep. Where’s your pjs gone?”
You turn and shrug your shoulders.
“Didn’t feel like it.”
His eyes are all over you, trying to undress what little clothing still covers you.
“Well fuck”, he says and drops into his chair, running his hand over his mouth. He meets your eyes. “Not gonna lie, ___, this is making the morning a lot sweeter.”
“It is?”
“You’re like a dream, Seriously, the sweetest dream. Damn, just, sorry I’m inappropriate. It’s just underwear and I’m acting like I’ve never seen a woman in a thong before. Sorry.”
“You’re alright”, you say and chuckle, “I like it.”
You turn again so you can get some milk. You like your morning tea with milk. Anyone who hates this combination doesn’t know true culinary luxury.
“Fucking hell ___, you’re… Nah, that’s too much.”
He stands up and closes the distance. His hand brushes your waist.
“Please look at me”, he says, using his sexy voice for it.
You turn. His gaze is darkened in desire, making sinful love to you as he looks you deep into the eyes.
“Tell me that I’m not reading into this too much and you’re not just wearing this for the sake of wearing it.”
“I wanna tell you something about me.”
“Tell me.”
“I actually hate wearing thongs. They’re things of evil.”
He chuckles, sliding his fingers under the very thin string which sits on your hip.
“So why are you?”
“Because…” you begin to whisper, closing the distance so he can taste the words.
Hoseok’s purrs softly, parting his lips. Your breath taste minty and like temptation. He craves to fill his lungs with you.
“...I had hoped that you would like them”, you finish your sentence, raking your fingers up his sculpted chest.
“I do. I like them.”
Closer. Your lips almost touch.
“Good.”
“Kiss me.” He cups your cheek, chasing your lips.
“You first.”
Hoseok smiles in amusement, eyes flickering darkly. He slides his hand to the back of your head and pulls you in. You moan, knees buckling and body chasing him instinctively. He tastes sweet like the maple syrup he likes on his croffles. His lips are so soft, drawing you in. He is definitely the one to decide the rhythm. You just have to take it, keep up with it and you do. You take it with a racing heart, moaning every time he runs his tongue over your lips. You keep up with it, touching his body because you need to have all of him. His arms are so defined without being too overly bulky. His waist is so tiny and firm and his chest is strong with the perkiest of nipples. You rub them over his tanktop. He moans softly, following it with a chuckle. He sways your bodies from side to side, wrapping his strong arms around you so he can press you against him. He purrs deeply, letting you taste his desire in a slow tongue kiss.
You moan into his mouth. It feels so good to be held that tight just because you played with his nipples. Hoseok is so good in communicating with his body and he just doesn’t stop talking. As you continue to rub and explore his chest, he continues to purr and allows his hands to travel over your back. He uses his entire palms for it, making sure that you can feel every touch he places.
You switch your touch to his neck, ruffling up his hair and meeting his tongue with your own. He sucks on your tongue with a moan, squeezing your ass. He does it so desperately that you kind of wobble from side to side, getting on your tiptoes because he lifts you just a little.
“Jump”, he orders and you follow.
He catches you, bouncing you in his arms so he gets a better grip of you and kissing you as he does. You moan, grinding against his stomach and twisting his hair. His hands are under your ass, his arms flex as he carries you with ease. His kiss tastes like heaven, but you take it away when he sits you down on the kitchen counter and you have to gasp.
“Cold”, you whine.
“Hm, sorry”, he purrs, making it up to you by kissing your neck and shoulders. He is breathing heavily, constantly purring and moaning because the mere existence of you seems to drive him wild.
You don’t even care about the cold stone under your butt anymore. Not when he raises the fire in your veins. You close your eyes, gripping the edge of the counter and keeping him close with your legs. He feels them up, kissing a hungry path down to your breasts.
“So sexy, you’re so sexy”, he lulls, grinding into you with a shaky moan.
Thud.
“Ouch.”
He shoots up.
“What was that?”
You are pouting, rubbing your head, “I hit my head on the cabinet.”
Hoseok laughs, “are you okay?” he asks, petting the aching spot.
“No. You made me roll my head back with your stupid grinding and I hit it.”
He chuckles, “okay Miss Clumsy, let’s remove you from danger”, he says and lifts you off the counter.
You giggle, ruffling his hair and gazing down at him.
“Where are you taking me?”
“Bedroom”, he says, “now fucking kiss me.”
You don’t need to be told twice. Kissing him is like a drug and you are its addict. You kiss him as he leaves the kitchen, you kiss him as he walks up the stairs and you kiss him as he lies you down in his soft bed. He is the one to break the kiss, but the pleasure continues. Your neck gets kissed and sucked and because it’s Hoseok and his entire deal is being sexy, he bites you as well.
You mewl, rolling your hips up in desperate search for friction. He helps you find it on his hand. He hooks his pinkie in your thongs and pulls it to the side, connecting his thumb with your pussy so you can grind down on it.
“Hobi, oh god.”
“I love how fucking wet you already are, you’re just so good for me”, he praises. He hooks his other hand in your bra, tugging the right cup to the side so he has access to your nipple. He wraps his wet, warm and soft mouth around it, sucking on it gently and flicking his tongue over it.
If he didn’t have you wrapped all around his fingers, he definitely would now.
“Stop”, you gasp, pulling his hand away, “stop, please stop.”
“What’s the matter?” he asks, retreating his hand.
“You’re too good, I’m excited.” You fluster. “I almost came.”
He chuckles, eyes sparkling mischievously.
“Don’t laugh. This is really exciting for me.”
“Why? I’m just getting you ready.”
“I wanted you the moment I woke up.”
He widens his eyes, “really?”
“Yeah.”
“Well damn. I don’t know what to say.”
You touch his chest, “I want something.”
“Tell me.”
“I want you to be rough today, okay? No more of that careful shit.”
He chuckles, “alright, I can do that. Anything else?”
“If you want to, you can choke me or spank me.”
“Hot. That’s hot.”
“So?”
“Yes, baby. Yes”, he says and kisses you again.
You moan in happiness, dragging your hands down his torso until you reach his pants. You slip your hands inside. Hoseok follows your hands just to take his pants off. The kiss has to break when he has to step out of them. A pair of tight boxers keeps his hard cock pressed to his thigh. He is soaking the grey fabric. The view is so hot but nothing beats the view of his abs as he takes off his tanktop. He throws it to the side and steps out of his boxers, wanting to reclaim his spot between your legs afterwards but you are faster.
You sit up, surprising him by pushing him down into the sheets by his chest.
“Alright, is this what we’re doing?” he laughs, dropping down willingly.
You climb his lap, sitting down right under his hard cock. He smiles in amusement, caressing your thighs.
“You’re so sweet”, he purrs, feeling up your waist.
“Mhm”, you hum absentmindedly, lowering your mouth to his neck to worship it needily. He smells like his cologne. You quite frankly lick and suck it off of him while Hoseok gasps for air and moans in pleasure.
You only leave his neck once you consumed all of his scent, having come to the conclusion that the rest of his body smells just as good.
“Oh shit”, he lets out under his breath, chest heaving up and down quickly as you lick his nipples.
But again, you don’t stay for too long. This isn’t what you crave the most. This isn’t what you have been thinking about ever since you saw him in this stupidly tight tanktop.
“Your abs are insane. Actually insane”, you say, dragging your tongue down the middle of them. Your hands follow it along his waist, thumbs running over his obliques. Hoseok chases your mouth, abs rippling under your tongue. He sighs, skin tingling.
You are so greedy. Your mind is going wild.
“I wanna grind on them”, you murmur to yourself.
“Then do.”
“Hm?”
Hoseok props himself up on his elbows. You look at him with widened eyes.
“You heard that?”
“You weren’t really quiet, were you?” He smirks. “Do it. I don’t have them for nothing you know? I bet I can make you cum on them.”
“Holy moly, Hoseok.”
His smirk grows. He cups your cheek and traces your lips.
“Deal?”
“Yeah. Deal”, you sigh and kiss him.
Hoseok drops into the sheets and grabs your ass, moaning deeply. His grip is gentle but also, for a lack of a better word, possessive. He makes sure that you can feel it – feel him – but not in a way which would hurt. This is supposed to be good for you and it is. Hoseok is so fucking good for you.
He makes you laugh, he lets you cry, he protects you, he listens to you and remembers mundane stuff like your favourite croffle toppings. And he feels like ecstasy when you touch. He is so fucking good for you.
“Hobi…” you sigh into the kiss.
“Hm?” he purrs, rubbing your buttocks.
“You’re so addictive.”
He laughs, “what are you saying?”
“Just…fucking want you.”
He moans as you kiss him, giving you a gentle push to make you finally scoot up his body. He is needy too. He can’t deny it anymore.
The kiss has to break for the thing to work. His head is supported by two pillows, laying higher this way so he has good view of his abs.
You crawl off his lap. Hoseok watches with heavy eyes as you take off your thong. Then you walk off.
“Hey, where are you going?” he asks, furrowing his brows.
“Drawer was it?” you ask, walking to his bedside table.
“For what? Come back here.”
You open the drawer. Bingo.
“Lube”, you say and show him the bottle of water based lube he keeps close by.
Hoseok tuts, smirking in amusement.
“What do you need that for, mhm?”
“You’ll see.”
You climb back on his lap and sit down. Hoseok instantly touches you, running his hands up and down your thighs and waist. He looks at you as if he wanted to devour you whole.
“So sexy. My babygirl’s so fucking sexy”, he purrs, spurring you on.
With confidence, you open the bottle of lube and squirt a sinful amount of it onto his abs. They twitch and flex as a reaction to the cold.
“Shit.” He laughs, squeezing your hips. “That’s cold, gotta warn me.”
“Where’s the fun in that? I could watch your abs twitch like that”, you say and put the bottle aside. You connect your hands with his stomach to massage the lube all over his skin.
“That’s hot…fuck, I like that”, he purrs, tensing and relaxing his abs wherever you touch him. “Yeah, just like that, babygirl…”
“How do you even get these abs? They’re insane.”
“Workouts, dancing, I’m just sexy, what can I say”, he says, following it with a rather cutesy giggle.
You agree, “you are. You’re so sexy.”
You spread the excess lube on your pussy and finally do what you need. You position yourself above his abs.
“That’s so hot. Use me, babygirl, you got it”, he encourages you, offering you his hands if you needed support. He has his arms propped on his elbows so you can really lean your weight on them.
You take them, of course you do. Those are Hoseok’s hands. You would be dumb if you didn’t take them. The lube smears between your palms, forcing him to grip you so much tighter than he normally needs to. It’s so sexy.
Your pussy touches his stomach. You exhale shakily, heart beginning to race. This is new to you and it’s already amazing.
“That’s good, babygirl. You like that?”
“Yeah, I do”, you say and begin moving. You roll your hips up and down on his abs, finding out soon enough that you can feel the definition. “Okay, woah yeah I do.”
He chuckles, rolling his lower lip between his teeth. He can’t decide whether to look at your pretty pussy on his abs or your cute face scrunched up in concentration. Maybe both because he is fucking into you. So into you.
“Take it at your pace, yeah? I’m right here, just enjoy.”
“Hoseok…”
Your pussy is mesmerising. The angle naturally hides a lot from his eyes, but what Hoseok can see is enough to drive him insane. You fit right around his abs, moving so perfectly on him. He feels you getting wetter and wetter. It’s so warm, really bringing out how fucking soft you are.
“Hobi, you feel so good”, you get out, squeezing his hands.
“I do?” He flexes his abs.
“A-ah”, you moan with your voice pitched, scrunching your nose.
“So sexy”, Hoseok whispers, doing it again just to hear you moan and feel you clench.
You didn’t think that you could feel it so well. You could fucking count them just by rubbing your pussy over them.
One, two, three.
“Hoseok, ah, Hoseok.”
Four, five.
“You’re such a pretty woman, riding my abs so well. Good girl, make yourself feel good.”
Six, seven.
“Hobi please.”
Eight. He’s got an eight pack. This sexy motherfucker actually has an eight pack and its currently getting marked by you. He is the canvas and you are the artist, creating impure art.
“Please what, babygirl? Want me to help you?”
You open your bra and take it off.
“Touch me”, you beg, guiding his lube covered hands to your tits.
His abs tense under you because of the position. He purrs deeply, watching with widened pupils as he covers your breasts in a sinful layer of lube. He rubs his palms all over your chest, drags them down your sides and up over your stomach, repaying the favour this way. Now you are both covered in lube, skin glistening in the morning light and bodies heated up.
“My sexy woman. Fuck, lube’s your best look”, he rasps, cupping your breasts to knead them in his messy fingers.
You twitch and tremble on him, leaking more of you on his hard abs. Praise paired with his touches is a difficult combination to handle. It turns you on so much to be messy and he is calling you sexy for it.
You press yourself tighter to his abs, speeding up your movements because he has you desperate. It squelches in wet sin, only adding to the pleasure. The fact that you can hear the texture of them…
“Fuck, this feels so good…”
“Yeah? Like it?”
“So much, ahm…”
“That’s it. Ride my abs, good girl. You’re such a good girl”, he praises, rewarding you with his thumbs on your nipples. It’s like he knows how a woman works. It’s insane how good his touch feels. Just one second of it and you already find yourself addicted to it.
“Hoseok, fuck please.”
“Tell me, babygirl.”
“Don’t stop.”
“Won’t.”
“Thank you”, you moan and throw your head back, arching your back. You grab his strong arms, chasing the feeling of him. His hands on you, his thumbs on your nipples and his abs under your leaking cunt. You chase it, chase it, chase it and it’s getting better and better.
By now you have his abs so messy that creamy strings of your slick stick to his skin, webbing themselves from muscle to muscle. It looks so good against his honey skin.
You don’t get to see it. Your eyes are rolled back by now.
But Hoseok sees it and he is hooked up on the view, leaking on his lowest abs and wishing for you to just take him in. But he can’t rush you. He promised you an orgasm on his abs and he isn’t one to break promises. Especially not when it comes to you. You’re fucking precious to him and the promises he makes you, sacred.
So he keeps his fantasy a little fantasy while he tenses and flexes his abs under your puffy cunt and plays with your pretty nipples. He switches between massages of your chest and attention to your nipples with little flicks and rubs. The pleasure courses through you in waves.
“I think I’m close.”
“That’s so good. You’re doing so well”, he praises, sitting up more just so his abs ripple for you.
You shake, digging your fingers into his arms.
“Oh fuck.”
“You feel me?”
“Yeah, I feel you…”
“Mhhm I feel you too. You’re so sexy on my abs. My sexy babygirl”, he rasps and takes your nipples between his fingers to tug gently and rub them. At the same time he rolls his hips up, letting you feel how his abs work when he fucks.
“Hoseok holy fuck, ah!” you croak and break. Your entire body just freezes. Hoseok moans loudly at the feeling of your throbbing pussy and takes your hips between his hands just to move them over his abs for you.
You sob, gripping his wrists as you tremble. You thought it couldn’t get any better, but he proves you wrong as he guides you.
“Ho-hobi. Hobi please. Please.”
“I know babygirl, I know. You’re cumming so good for me. Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”
“Hobi…”
“I’ve got you. I’m here”, he talks you through it because that’s what he does. He talks you through it, helps you ride it out and enjoys the sensations with a dizzy head.
He can feel when it stops for you. He is so fucking greedy for more but knows not to be. You always get a little vulnerable after your first orgasm. It’s as if your mind finally catches up with the fact that you were horny and it is figuring out whether to be embarrassed or want more.
You sit on him with your entire weight, eyes widened and glassy.
“I…”
“Hush, you’re okay”, Hoseok assures you, lifting you just to sit up and put you down on his lap instead. The creamy mess you left on his abs smears all over your stomach now that are you so close. He has his hands on your back, holding you safely as he kisses your neck.
“What are you doing to me?” you choke out, dropping into him.
He moves his head so it wouldn’t get squished. His chin now rests against your shoulder while you have your face pressed into the crook of his neck. Your arms are hooked behind his head and your hands are in his hair.
“I promised you an orgasm on my abs, didn’t I?” he speaks in a soft voice, scratching your back soothingly.
“Yeah, but.”
“But what?”
“It felt so good.”
He chuckles, squeezing your buttocks.
“So? Where’s the problem?”
You lift your head, meeting his eyes. You cup his face.
“I want more.”
“What was that?”
“I want more”, you say and slide your hand to his cock.
Hoseok tenses his stomach, showing you with a slight squint of his eyes that he feels your touch and he likes it.
“Tell me”, he rasps.
“I want more, please.”
“No. Tell me that you can’t get enough.”
“I can’t get enough.”
He smiles darkly, lowering his eyes seductively. He moves his head closer, letting you taste his words.
“Beg for it.”
“I can’t get enough, please Hobi.”
“You can do better than that”, he rasps, looking at your lips.
“Fuck. Please fuck me, I want more of you, please”, you beg, heart racing like crazy and head dizzy. It’s so hot to have to beg. Especially when he makes you work for it. And you work for it. You grind your hips down on his thigh, twisting your hand around his cock in hopes of convincing him.
“I like that, babygirl. Say it again. One more time”, he whispers, craving to kiss you. Your hand on his cock is making it so difficult to hold back.
“You’re a tease”, you whine.
“Fucking say it again, babygirl”, he orders, giving your ass a warning squeeze.
“Please fuck me, please don’t tease me anymore please”, you whimper and try to warm his heart by dancing your tongue over his lips.
Hoseok growls and moves quickly. He picks you up only to pin you into the sheets and give you what you ask for.
You squeak, tensing up in surprise.
He knows how to do it so it fills you with electrical shocks of pleasure. He soaks up the view of your surprised eyes widening only to go out of focus and roll back all within a second.
“Go on say it. Say what you’re thinking”, he challenges you, pumping his aching cock into you in a desperate rhythm.
“Feels so good. Hobi, you feel so good.”
“Yeah? And what do well mannered women do, mhm?”
“Moan for you,” you moan, arching your back.
He chuckles, sliding his hand under your back and rewarding you with his entire length.
“Good guess, but no.”
You squeeze down on him so hard that he knows it was intentional. He growls, twisting the sheets beside your head.
“No, that’s not either. Go on, use your brain. What do we say after getting something?”
“Thank you”, you moan, twisting the sheets as well. There are no words on this earth to describe how good his cock makes you feel. First his abs get you sensitive and now you have his girthy cock splitting you open. This is actual heaven.
“Good girl. That’s it. Thank me. Go on.”
“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you”, you chant, getting louder and needier because your moans earn you more and more of what he has to offer.
He moves his hips as if he was on stage, performing and dancing just for your pleasure. Your second thank you earns you his skilled fingers on your clit and your third thank you earns you his other hand around your throat.
“Hoseok!” you wail, grasping his lower arm just to squeeze him closer to your throat.
He purrs deeply, tightening his fingers. Your pulse races like crazy, fluttering and faltering as he slowly and gently cuts off the blood flow to your brain. He towers over you, kneeling on the sheets as he makes dirty love to you. But you don’t get to see how sexy he looks. Your eyes are squeezed shut, your mind is completely lost in the pleasure.
“I’m going insane, you feel so fucking good. Fucking wanted you like crazy”, he says and moans loudly.
You match his freak with an even louder moan, clenching down on his cock because vocal men are such a turn on. Especially when it’s Hoseok. His voice is fucking made to make sex noises.
“Shit, woah…that feels good. Do it again”, he moans.
You clench, toes curling because it makes it a lot better for you as well. You can feel every vein on his cock this way, can feel his tip fuck against your g-spot and feel his base stretch you out. So you clench and clench and clench, whimpering and mewling for him.
“Yes”, he growls, chasing the tight heaven you offer him, “yes, yes, fucking yes. Babygirl, yes.”
He fucks you right where it feels the best. Over and over again he hits The Spot while his fingers flick your clit quickly and his hand reminds your throat that you are his’.
“Yes, babgirl, yes. You-”
“Hoseok”, you interrupt him.
“Yes?”
“You’re making me- oh god, Hoseok please. I have to- ah!”
“It’s okay, you can cum. Don’t hold back”, he encourages you, helping you with a soft rub on your clit and by letting go of your neck.
“Thank you!” You climax on his cock with a sob, writhing in ecstasy because this is so much more intense than the first one. Your head pounds from the blood rushing back. You feel your orgasm everywhere between your legs, thanking him over and over again.
“That’s it, don’t hold back. Good girl, I can’t get enough of you”, he talks you through it just as he fucks you through it. He doesn’t slow down. Why should he? When it makes you feel so good.
“More. More please. Please, oh. Please.”
“Wasn’t gonna stop anyway”, he says and easily fixes you to how he wants you. He rolls you to your side and bends your leg around his hips. He faces your pussy and just like this, he enters you. He gives you all of him, watching in delight how you tense up and writhe in pleasure because the position allows him to hit your g-spot more precisely.
“Thank you. Hobi please. Thank you.”
“I fucking love when you beg like this. Makes me wanna fuck you so much harder”, he purrs, using his abs and back muscles to give you the fuck of your lifetime.
Hoseok is many a thing. Best friend. Occasional lover. Artist. Pornstar, dancer and man obsessed. One thing is for sure however, he will use his mesmerising ability to move his hips to give you cock in ways you haven’t experienced yet. This is a passion project for him and he treats his passion projects with utmost and precise care. Because he likes them to be perfect.
If that means that he has to rearrange your guts and permanently carve himself into your walls, then so be it. Hoseok is down for the ride.
“Please, Hobi. It’s too much”, you sob and bury your face in the mattress. He watches how you bite into the sheets, how you grasp them with shaky fingers and how your toes curl.
“Just say it if you want me to stop. Hm?” He stops his hips. “Wanna say it?”
“No!” you practically yell at him. “Don’t stop please!”
Hoseok chuckles and picks his rhythm back up. He spanks your ass.
“Bad girl. Yelling is rude.”
You whimper, spilling tears. This is all part of his plan isn’t it? He listened to your wishes, memorised them and then planned the sexiest way of including them. First the hand around your throat and then he works you up to be yelling just so he can spank you. Holy fuck, this is all just part of his plan.
“Again please”, you beg desperately, leaking on his cock just as you leak tears into the sheets.
Spank! In sync with a rough thrust of his skilled hips.
“Thank you!”
“You’re so polite. Keep it up, babygirl. So good”, he rasps, rewarding you with two consecutive spanks and rough thrusts.
“Thank you”, you sob, clenching down on is cock every time he lands his bejeweled hand on your ass.
“So good.”
Spank!
“Hobi”, you sob and go back to biting the sheets.
Hoseok continues. He is panting by now, growling each time he exhales. He spanks you not because you need to be punished, but as an act of infatuation. He does it because it gives you pleasure, because it makes your cunt so tight on his cock and because it makes such a pretty sound.
“Good girl, you’re taking me so well. My good fucking woman. So good”, he praises, rubbing your clit with his other hand because you deserve only the best.
“O-i im uing”, you murmur into the sheets.
“What was that?”
You show him. Hoseok yelps, tensing up.
“___ baby…holy fuck, so tight”, he moans, throwing his head back and burying his cock in you to the very base just so he can feel every second of your orgasm. He didn’t plan on making you cum already so this one comes as a surprise.
You sob and wail, convulsing in paradisal pleasure before it gets too much and you squirt all over him.
“Fucking hell, you gonna make me cum. This is so hot”, Hoseok growls, suddenly moving like a messy, clumsy teenage boy. Coordinating spanks and clit rubs is impossible and his hips stutter whenever he pushes back in. So he holds onto a good chunk of your ass, bruising it between his strong fingers as he claims your weeping cunt. You are so tight and now so fucking wet. Your orgasm sticks to his abs as well, soaking his cock and balls. The view is so sexy to him, making it hard to keep moving. “Fuck, I’m close.”
You fight yourself to your elbow and reach for him.
“Please Hobi.” you beg, dragging your nails down his abs so hard that it leaves marks.
Hoseok looks into your puppy eyes and knows that he is done for.
“___ baby”, he moans, eyes going cross before rolling back and closing. His hips stop when his cock is deepest. He grunts, scrunches his face and you can finally feel it. His hot, creamy orgasm. It fills you up, sticks to you, makes you his’.
“Thank you, ah Hoseok, thank you”, you whimper, feeling up his abs as they ripple and tense rhythmically.
“Baby, this feels so good. Holy fuck, can I cum on your chest?”
“Yeah. Please.”
“Urgh fuck”, he growls through gritted teeth and pulls out of you. He flips you to your back and spanks your clit with his cock just once to get the message across before he angles it differently and jerks off over your chest to get that last wave of pleasure all over it.
“Hobi”, you whimper, watching the sinful show with hungry eyes. Look at his abs tense…
“That’s my woman. Fucking wear me around your neck, that’s my woman. So fucking good, urgh.”
You cry for him, gazing up at him with devoted, droopy eyes. You can’t decide whether to look at his heavy cock spurting white cum all over you and his long fingers or his glistening abs or his scrunched face. Maybe you look at all of it while you touch and scratch his abs and arch your tits closer to him.
Hoseok finishes in five sloppy strokes.
“Fuck ___”, he drops his cock into the mess he just made, playing with it by swirling his hips.
“Did you like that?” you ask him in a sweet voice.
He nods his head with closed eyes, catching his breath.
“You’re so sexy, babygirl. Can’t believe you let me do that”, he says and opens his eyes.
He drags his heavy cock down to your pussy, rubbing it through your well-loved folds and over your sensitive clit.
You squeak, closing your legs.
“Sensitive.”
He chuckles, kissing your knee.
“Sorry”, he says, pushing your legs open, “let me kiss it better.”
“Hoseok, god”, you gasp and sigh, melting into the sheets as he runs his mouth over your ruined body. This is so sinful and sensual but also soothing and relaxing.
He licks the cum from your chest, kisses the sore spots on your thighs and loves your neck with his lips. The mess between your legs he leaves. Personal preference maybe. You won’t complain. It’s so nice to leak him. You feel so fulfilled.
“How are you doing?” he whispers against your ear.
“I’m in shock.”
He chuckles, “is that a good thing?”
You nod your head vigorously, giggling.
He smiles, kissing your ear before he lifts his head. He is propped up on his elbow, resting against your side which makes it easy to caress your torso. His eyes are filled with soft adoration. He is glowing when he smiles.
“So how did I do? You liked what I did?”
“I get it now”, you whisper.
“Get what now?”
“Why you’re so cocky about your skills.”
He lowers his eyes shyly.
“Don’t say that.”
“You’re so good.”
“Ah, you”, he lets out and smooches you with a giggle. “Thanks. Wah, now I’m embarrassed.”
You snicker, “don’t be. I liked it so much. Oh god, I need a minute.”
“Mhm, take your time. I’ll be here to take care of you”, he says and uses the moments of relaxation to kiss you all over your body. “I hope you don’t mind.”
“No”, you sigh, writhing in relaxing pleasure. You don’t mind at all. You could never mind him. He is permanently settled in your brain, permanently living into your heart and permanently carved into your walls.
“You’re so fucking beautiful”, he whispers, kissing your inner thighs. They smell like sex. Hoseok soaks up the scent like an addict, leaving marks of devotion next to the spots his rough handling left. He leaves out your pussy again.
“Why do you do that?” you ask, playing with his hair.
“Do what?” he asks, looking up from your lower stomach.
“Leave it out”, you say, rolling your hips up.
“Because I can and I want to”, he purrs, kissing a quick path up to your face. He lies down next to you, cradling your face. “And because you should feel me a little longer.”
“But how will I get up and eat my croffles?”
He smiles against your lips and kisses you.
“Breakfast in bed, duh.”
“Really?” you ask, eyes widened in surprise. Such romance is new from him. He makes your heart race.
“Mhm, really. You should relax, let me treat my woman.”
His woman. He kept saying it as he fucked you. You don’t correct him. You smile and nod your head.
“Yeah, okay. But I can’t guarantee that I can keep my hands to myself when you do.”
“Do you have to be somewhere today?”
“No. But I don’t see how-”
“Then I don’t see the problem”, he flirts and pecks your lips.
You get it now. And it makes you giggle. He smiles, pecking your cheek.
“Relax. I’ll be back with breakfast”, he says and before he rolls out of bed, you stop him.
You steal a kiss, ending it by biting his lower lip. He smiles at you, eyes sparkly and infatuated by you.
“Don’t take too long, please.”
“Promise”, he seals it with a peck then finally gets out of bed to leave the bedroom naked.
“Aren’t you forgetting your clothes?”
“I cook best naked.” He gives you a cocky grin and a wink then closes the door.
“Fuck”, you drop into the sheets and blow raspberries. It is official, you won’t ever get him out of your head.
what an important day. feels like a hallucination, honestly. bts is complete again for the first time since dec 13, 2022, and yoongi returned. right there looking 20 years younger like the sweetest ever. somebody put this precious baby tangerine back in a pocket ffs i’m losing it 😭
(feat namjoon feeling himself, thankfully after the hell he went through)
The FESTA we've all been waiting for has finally arrived! 🎊
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We hope you enjoy, and from the entire team: Happy Festa 2025!
'Lovely Runner' continues to live rent-free in my head <3
She showed him kindness.
Shielded him from the rain, thanked him for delivering her parcel, apologized for the trouble. Gave him her umbrella. Pressed candy into his palm. Her presence a bright, warm ray of sunshine amidst the rain he so loathed.
One small act of kindness. That forever changed him.
He saved her life.
Risked everything for her. Loved her with every fiber of his being. A love so pure. Selfless. Enduring.
……………………………………………….....................
He showed her kindness.
Reached out to her through the radio, through her blinding pain. Gently encouraged her to take one day at a time, one moment at a time. Reminded her about all those who loved her, cared for her. Helped her cope with the cruel hand life had dealt her. His words a soothing balm for her soul.
One small act of kindness. That forever changed her.
She saved his life.
Risked everything for him. Loved him with every fiber of her being. A love so pure. Selfless. Enduring.
What else could destiny do, but change itself in the face of such an extraordinary love?
One of the biggest charms of Lovely Runner for me is how it portrays a romance that is youthful, goofy, foolish and yet touches your heart in the most sensible and mature way possible. It doesn't forget it's a romcom at heart and serves us just that, so going into the show expecting a different genre is just unfair to the show (and yourself because you are the one setting yourself up for disappointment imo).
I'm not a big fan of immature childish romance devoid of any substance but that is not what we see here, despite Seon Jae being 19yo (or 20 or 34 yo). There's youthful anticipation, excitement and emotions but somehow Seon Jae's character (and Im Sol's character too, although she's always been 34yo in the main narrative) manages to transcend the notion of age and time with what he feels for Im Sol, the extent of it and the way he acts when it comes to her. Romance today is calculative and is often done in moderation, which is not necessarily a bad thing, because it is essential to learn to love ourselves too as we love someone special, but for both Im Sol and Seon Jae, loving themselves is also intrinsically connected to loving each other. Im Sol learns to appreciate life through loving Seon Jae, Seon Jae loves Im Sol because he appreciates what life has to offer.
This scene, for instance. I've rambled about this in the past too. It always warms my heart to see how, in all the timelines, he never gives up on life itself due to Im Sol not reciprocating his feelings/not remembering him. The guilt/heartbreak, longing and lovesickness are palpable in all versions of Seon Jae across all timelines but every time, he chooses to move forward in life (despite his heart being stuck in time with his Sol-ah), embracing everything life has to offer him. One of the things that becomes evident pretty early on in Lovely Runner is Seon Jae loves life. He may struggle sometimes but he doesn't think of it as a chore or burden to live on. He has things he cherishes, people he hangs out with, his dreams, aspirations, pain and struggle outside of Im Sol. He is not a pushover, he has stuff going on, he has a life. And he's not someone who'll casually say things like "I'll die for you" to anyone just to impress and get them to date him. Such grand statements don't usually make much of an impact on me as a viewer either but here, it somehow just works? Perhaps because we know he loves his life and wouldn't give it up no matter how hard things get, except for when he, his first and only love, part of his soul, is in crisis--tested by fate and time and death--and he is adamant about not letting it mess with his happiness, just like he wasn't ready to give up swimming despite Im Sol's warnings and his existing injury. That is the only time he'd make an exception: choose to live a short, worthwhile life, than live a long one devoid of any happy memories or love. It is not his childishness. In fact, he is doing what many of us can never, ever do. And perhaps that's why it doesn't sit well with some of the viewers; he complicates how we define love, happiness, fulfillment these days.
And come to think of it, he doesn't really say he'll die for her. He says Even if I die trying to save you, it's okay: it's a sad thing, Sol-ah. it's painful, yes, but it's okay. I might be worried for the remaining 14 years of my life, but that's because I'll have very little time to love you, to be in this feeling, to cherish the moments I make with you. I'll be sad that I won't see my first grey hair with you or be with you in so many of your big milestones in life, but it's okay. I'll try to make the most of whatever we get, now and tomorrow.
His sadness and heartbreak comes not from not being able to live his life to the fullest, but not being able to live his life with her. That exact same sentiment is conveyed by the final 2023 Seon Jae too, who doesn't even remember Im Sol or any of his old timeline versions and yet says the same thing.
The 2009 Seon Jae doesn't say 'I WILL die trying to save you'; he says 'if', there is a conditional. Even when he's aware of the impending doom, he doesn't give up on his life, on the 'if'. The guy with that face that has accepted a death that is yet to come, with eyes brimming with tears, with a heart determined to live hoping for an 'if' until then… when this guy makes such cheesy claims about his love and death, it's no longer an empty exaggerated promise. It hits a lot harder and leaves me momentarily breathless. That claim, stemming from the inherent human instinct to just want to be happy, and that non-calculative, selfless, pure kind of love, is exactly the thing I signed up for. That proclamation—simple, corny—is pain wrapped in momentary happiness, and my heart sinks, thinking just how fast he had to grow up in that short span of moments.
Ryu Seon Jae is like a North Star—he may not shine the brightest, but he shines bright enough in the same way, consistently, in every timeline we see him in. He is the star you could identify even in the sea of a million stars. Because that's how distinct his persona is. He may be corny and a loser, but he is corny and a loser exclusively for Im Sol, not in his life. That's the best kind of corny and loser one could find.
i..just realised that the people closest to sol, her family her best friend — taesung — are all living in what we can assume is their best timeline.
her house is filled of family members — boisterous and joyful and full of love
hyunjoo is happily married to im geum — with kids and a job
which means it’s safe to assume that im geum is probably just as happy, having a family life that isn’t falling apart because he can’t financially support his family on his own
and taesung is following in his dad’s footsteps — choosing to chill behind bars because it’s a better ‘vibe’ than being behind bars because he kept messing up as a kid and not taking anything seriously. working as a cop, as a detective, but still being himself
and all this without even mentioning that she changed sunjae’s fate yet again by steering clear of him and making sure he never has anything to do with taxi man and his inevitable death
and i genuinely think all of this is thanks to sol- while trying hard to avoid sunjae from the very beginning, protecting him, she also guided her loved ones so they could be the best versions of themselves 🥹
she worked so hard and did so so so well even if she was probably drowning in grief for most of that time with no one to really talk to — people would just think her insane, or tell her to just go talk to that random tall neighbour of hers if she misses him
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