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Oh me oh my. Itās time for the one and the only. J-HOPE. Now let me tell you Iām Jungkook-biased, have been for the past two years of being army. But, I had to fight tooth and nail to stay with Jungkook while Hobi was on the prowl.š®āšØ Hobi stole everyone girl for a hot minute. Donāt feel bad it wasnāt our fault. Moves like that, could you really blame us?
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[Masterlist]
Jung Hoseok
A - Aftercare (what theyāre like after sex)
Consider yourself utterly pampered after sex. Before you could even blink, there's a hot bath running with an array of soaks at the ready. Fresh, hot towels, candles, and incense. His main focus is on your relaxation. He knows he just put your body through the wringer, and he wants to make sure you are well-loved and appreciated.
B - Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerās)
He does, in fact, love his eyes. As a dancer, he does a lot of nonverbal communication, specifically through his eyes. When his pretty brown eyes get lidded, his pupils dilated, his gaze intense nonetheless, you know heās about to make a mess of you. Always look for his eyes.
Your hips are his anchor. Even in public, his hands will be at your hips, very securely. Almost like heās trying to make sure you wonāt just float away like a dream. And during those backshots, expect some bruising with how tight heās going to hold on and pound like his very existence depended on it.
C - Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Ever heard of a pearl necklace? Heāll give you one, alright. This dude loves cumming on your body. Your tits, your lovely face, your stomach, your back (weāll get to the backshots laterš), your ass, basically anywhere and everywhere. He likes to mark his territory, paint you like a canvas. Mona, Mona Lisa, yeah, I need ya.
D - Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Hobi is customarily the one in charge during sex. Not necessarily on purpose, but he has the ability to fuck you so dumb, someone needs to fly the plane, y'know? Itās a dynamic neither of you minded for a while. Until this one night. It was a special night, maybe your birthday or something like that. You proudly announced that you wanted to take charge tonight. At first, he gave you a look š, like āAre you sure about that?ā. But once the handcuffs went on him, you shut his ass up.
He was at your every whim. Heās a brat, brattier than you wouldāve thought. But the trials of orgasm denial you put him through made him so compliant so quickly. Dare you sayā¦submissive. He needed you, so so much; heād die without you. When you finally let him cum without punishing him, it was one of the best orgasms (or series of orgasms) heās ever had.
Itās then that he realizes just why heās into strong, independent women. J-hope loves a woman who can give him a run for his money (literally and figuratively). A woman who can keep his ass in line, thatās the sexiest thing you can do. He doesnāt know how to bring up the fact that he wants to be dominated like that again. With how satisfied he leaves you, he isnāt sure you want to change the dynamic like that. Just know that if you ever top him again, heāll be chomping at the bit.
E - Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what theyāre doing?)
Whore. This man is a whore. His solo touring had him discovering more than just new flavors at every stop. He will leave no part of your body untouched or unappreciated. He loves being all up in a womanās body.
F - Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Jay is such a freak that itās hard for him to pick just one position. Heās indecisive like that. But there is something about you on your hands and knees that unlocks something primal in him. You on all fours, wanton and ready for him to do whatever he likes to you. He still has access to all the parts he wants access you. Loves, loves, loves fucking you doggy style (and all its variations). The sound of skin slapping as your ass meets his hips over and over takes him to another plane.
I submit this moment from Hope on the Stage tour. See the vision? Trust the vision? Goodā¦ letās continueā¦
G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)
Playfully flirty is about as goofy as youāre gonna get him. Some chuckles, a lot of smiles (J-Hope is a smiley bastard). Careful, though, those smiles can turn into Cheshire Cat smirks really quickš.
H - Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Things are very neat down there. If there is any hair left over, it'll be neatly trimmed.
I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)
I'm not sure romantic is the word I would use for Jay. He's flirty for sure. He'll drop lines that will roll off his tongue and send your heart a flutter. Going the extra mile is something saved for special occasions. Maybe for Valentine's Day or an anniversary, he gets a fancy hotel room coated in rose petals, fresh champagne in an icy bucket, fucking towels in the shape of swans, y'know the works. It's a special day for his special person; he'll pull out all the stops. Intimacy will never ever be a problem for the two of you; it's just that the super romantic part of Hoseok will only come out every so often.
J - Jack off (maturbation headcanon)
Very often. He jacks off very, very often. As badly as a teenage boy, quite frankly. Whenever he's alone, even if it isn't fully alone, honestly, he will yank one out to you. Like he taught his maknae: āEvery hour, every minute, every secondā¦ā (more on that later)
K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)
*clasps hands together* Okayā¦ Lets get things started.
Daddy kink, for one. He loves loves loves being your Daddy. If you call him daddy in the moment, or even whisper it to him when youāre outside, prepare to be fucked expeditiously. Which leads me to the second big kink, exhibitionism. J-Hope is unafraid of public sex. The thrill of maybe getting caught, thatās what drives him. In his mind, heās a rockstar and rockstars fuck when they want.
Orgasm denial has definitely been in the cards, especially when you do it to him. He is putty in your hands when you withhold an orgasm from him. So pliant, so desperate. Y'all have roleplayed before, nothing too crazy, but you definitely have some costumes left over from your experiences, hahaha. All the classic roleplays: boss/secretary, professor/student, doctor/nurse, idol/#1 fanš¤, of course. Youāve also traversed into BDSM dynamics, the roles switching every now and then.
Jung Hoseok is a kinky motherfucker, Iām trying to be succinct here. Truly.
L - Location (favorite places to do the do)
One word. LAMBO. The number of times youāve fucked in one of his luxury cars, but ESPECIALLY THE LAMBO. The Lamborghini Urus, he's rumored to have. His most expensive car. Yāall could be driving around getting errands done, going to visit people, or attending events. Then he pulls over on a side road, drags you into the back seats, and makes that car shake like itās a goddamn earthquake. Especially if you decide to give him head while on the road, and make him feel like a rich king? He might not even have the patience to get to the back seat. The Lambo windows are tinted for a reason.
That being said, he isnāt afraid of having sex with you literally anywhere. As mentioned before, heās an exhibitionist, when he wants to, where he wants toā¦ heāll try.
M - Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Hobi has too many to count, but Iāll summarize a few.
When you get all dolled up for the day, thatās when he wants to mess you up the most. If youāre the type to do your makeup, he might just sit there and watch you. Part in fascination of your art, but also because heās getting a massive boner at the thought of ruining your hard work with his cock. Smudging your lipstick as he facefucks you, your mascara running from tears of pure overwhelming pleasure, things like that.
You'd better be prepared for the consequences of wearing a short skirt around J-Hope. You will be dragged into a closet or a bathroom. He loves skimpy outfits; itās the surest way to turn him into an animal very quickly. Hell, if you can even leave the house without him fucking you in said outfit.
One last thing, so innocuous, you wouldāve never guessed it was a turn on for him: your nails. Every time you get a fresh set of nails, he knows his back and neck are about to be torn the fuck up, and he couldnāt be more excited. The sharper the better, haha š¤£ scratch his ass up!
N - No (something they wouldnāt do, turn offs)
There isn't much that J-Hope wouldn't do. He's game for almost anything you could propose. Almost anything. Cuckolding is an absolute NO. He's not turned off to the idea of including someone else, quite the opposite, he's intrigued. But if he starts to feel like he's not fully involved in the situation, Hobi is liable to walk away.
Dipping into BDSM activity, y'all aren't strangers to the idea of a little pain for pleasure. But he draws the line at anything that might mark you up too badly. In other words, draws blood. Whips feel like too much of a punishment for him, to do that to your beautiful skin. He doesn't mind hickies and your nail claw marks on his back (he lives for it, actually). You're his baby, his queen, his Mona Lisa; you could never deserve a punishment.
O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Hoseok is another 50/50 guy; he could really go either way.
Jay likes to eat. At all times, he is a hungry dog ready to be fed. He'll eat you out however, is the most pleasurable for you. Whichever makes you moan more. More than anything, though, he wants you to sit on his face. Youāre his Queen after all, and a Queen needs a throne. Let that throne be his face. He wants to suffocate between your thighs; he wants to drown in your dripping pussy juices. J-Hope is all fucking in.
As mentioned in Motivation, the more he can mess you up with his cock, the hotter. RIP any makeup you may have been wearing beforehand because it's about to be smudged to shit. Once heās in a rhythm, especially if your nails are clawing his thighs for support, he will facefuck you. Egged on by your gags and your pretty eyes looking up at him for approval. Heāll blow a fat load down your throat for sure. Or on your face if he knows y'all have all night.
P - Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
It can be a mixture of fast and slow, but rough for sure. If youāve ever seen someone shoot an assault rifle, thatās how Jay fucks. Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat. Especially when youāre in doggy style, you feel every thrust knocking the fucking sense out of you. The backshots go BAP BAP BAP BAP! Thank you for bearing with my onomatopoeias, but J-Hope's sexual ability is indescribable. Indescribably good eyyyy
Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Hobi is the master of the quickie. Heās a bit shameless about it, too. There will usually be a good 20-30 minutes, where you two would just duck out in the middle of something, so he just fuck the daylights out of you really quick. His PR works overtime to try and hide the fact that he and his partner are suddenly missing from an event. People close to him, though, can sus out exactly what heās doing. The other six in BTS know exactly where this motherfucker went. The rest of the hyung line is annoyedšŖ while the maknaes are giggling like schoolboys that just found out that their teacher has sex. Both groups know not to look for him lest they want to be scarred for life.
All in all, quickies are a part of your daily life with J-Hope. When he wants you, he wants you. Very little will stop him, except for you course.
R - Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)
Unless part of his abject Noās, Hobi will try anything at least once. Anything to keep his Queen happy. Especially when it comes to having sex outside, heāll risk it all to have you right then and there. Heās all about discovering new ways to feel pleasure with you.
S - Stamina
Jung Hoseok isn't touted as BTS's dance leader for nothing. When you're not having a quickie with him, uninterrupted, set a timer or something because you're about to go all night long. J-Hope has stamina for days. No doubt you would have to be the one who taps out because, as far as he's concerned, he could keep going, and going, and going. BAP BAP BAP BAP BAP, all night long.
He is the original Mr. Seven Days a Week. Where do you think Jungkook learned it from?!
T - Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
He has a little box of toys that you've shared with each other. The box of trial and error. Some toys y'all have tried and loved, like the cock ring for him or the vibrating butt plug on you. You got him a pocket pussy for his birthday for long tours away, and he was over the moon; he won't travel without it now. Other toys you tried, and they got tossed to the wayside. He gets jealous of dildos, saying you're "having all the fun without him".
U - Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)
He likes to tease, but honestly, he's so impatient that it won't be for long. The foreplay will never be lacking, but he is eager to make it to the main event. Once he's made you cum once, he wants you to make you cum again and again. But especially all over his cock, he lives for you cumming on his cock.
V - Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Hoseok can fucking yap, and this doesn't stop at the bedroom. For a man who wants to fuck you senseless, he sure asks a lot of questions. "You like that, baby?", "You like taking this dick? Huh?", "Who's your Daddy?" And he'll stop momentarily if it means he gets an answer. There is no shortage of sex noise coming from this man. Grunts, groans, moans, and ample dirty talk.
W - Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
The city lights faded behind you, leaving only the blur of trees and the dusky horizon outside the car window. The hum of the engine melded with the low bass from the speakersāa steady rhythm syncing with your quickening pulse. It was the kind of song that filled the space between words, a space you and Hobi both seemed content to linger in before the chaos waiting at the party ahead.
āYouāre lucky Iām a good driver,ā he mused suddenly, that trademark grin spreading across his face as his eyes flicked toward you. āMost guys wouldāve swerved off the road by now with you sitting there like that.ā
āOh, please,ā you scoffed, warmth already curling in your chest.
āIām serious,ā he chuckled, tapping the steering wheel lightly. āThat skirtās a public safety hazard.ā
You shot him a look, but he only laughed, the sound low and rich, a teasing note that lingered in the air long after.
Hobiās hand rested firmly on your thigh, unclothed by your miniskirt. Casual at first glance, but there was an ease in the way he let it stay there, a quiet confidence that made the air between you thrum. Every now and then, his thumb traced slow, idle patterns along your skin whenever the road smoothed out. You felt it more than you wanted to admitāa warmth that wasnāt just from the heated seats, a pull that made it hard to focus on anything beyond him. Glancing at him, you caught the corner of his mouth lifting in that slightly mischievous smile. His intense brown eyes flicked to yours just long enough to make you wonder what he was thinking, then returned to the road, leaving delicious uncertainty lingering in the room between glances.
It was the little things that were softly driving you mad. It was the brush of his fingers and the warmth of his hand so securely on your thigh. Your stolen glances of his side profile, highlighted in the moonlight: his strong, angular jawline, his full lips slightly parted in focus, making his lower lip more pronounced. The silver chain glistened around his neck, contrasting with the black jacket he decided to don. His hair fell just enough over his forehead to give him that effortless, teasing look, the kind that made it impossible not to imagine running your fingers through it. Even the way he held the wheelāfingers steady, confidentāmade your stomach twist with something dangerously close to longing.Ā
He looked good tonightāundeniably so. The pull toward him was impossible to fight. You gripped the seat lightly, trying to distract yourself with the winding scenery, but every thought curved back to him.
āBabyā¦youāre drooling.ā, he chuckled, his voice low, teasing, and just a little amused.Ā
āI am not.ā, your cheeks flared hotter than the seat warmer as you shot him a glare.
āOh really?ā, his eyes sparkled, the corner of his mouth twitching as he glanced at you, clearly enjoying your fluster. āBecause Iām pretty sure you were staringā¦a lot.ā
āI wasāā
āI knowā¦ It's hard to look away at someone so gorgeousā¦ā, his tone playful, dropping just a little, warm and smooth, sending a shiver down your spine.Ā
āYouāā you started, but he cut you off with that signature mischievous grin.
āDonāt fight itā¦ā, he purred, every syllable tinged with mischief, ā...because trust meā¦ā
He let his words hang in the air, drawn out and teasing.
ā...I kind of like it when you canāt.ā
āCanāt what?ā, you caught yourself biting your lip, a nervous laugh escaping.
He glanced at you, eyes flicking down for the briefest second before returning to the road.
āCanāt help yourself.ā, he murmured, a hint of laughter beneath the words. āItās flattering, really. I should drive you around more often.ā
āHobi, stop.ā, you whined, hitting him pertly on the shoulder. He laughed, rich and genuine, the kind that made the butterflies in your stomach flutter.
He shot you a sidelong look, grin still lingering.
āStop? You sure about that?ā
āYouāre such a menace.ā, you crossed your legs, trying to hide the smile tugging at your lips.
āMaybe.ā, he drawled, tone dripping with playfulness. āBut youāre still here.ā
You rolled your eyes, but your heart was doing somersaults.Ā
āOnly because youāre my ride.ā
The car drifted deeper into the hills, tension thick between youāalive in the quiet, filling every inch the music left untouched. City lights became a distant memory, traded for the hush of trees and moonlit hills. His touch burned through your skin, his grip tightening just enough to make you shiver. It was bad enoughāyou already had it bad for Jung Hoseok, and all he had to do was exist. But now? Now he knew you had it bad for him. His proud smirk said it all as he steered one-handed, the Lambo humming beneath you, thumb drawing lazy circles like he was savoring every flicker of your fluster.
The air thickened, charged with something unspoken. Each turn of the wheel pulled you closerānot to the destination, but to the edge of whatever simmered between you. The carās purr matched your pulse, quickening as his hand crept higher, teasing the hem of your skirt. You shifted in your seat, trying to ignore the ache of anticipation building between your legs. Hobiās gaze slid toward you, just for a moment, and that smirk deepened, like he was silently daring you to admit exactly what you were feeling. The corner of his mouth quirked as he hummed along with the music, his gaze drifting back to the road, but you could feel the weight of his gaze, an almost electric awareness that made it impossible to hide anything.
āHmmmā¦ā, he hummed, āYou knowā¦we could beā¦fashionably late.ā
Before you could even process what he meant, he slowed the car, guiding it smoothly toward the shoulder of the winding road nestled in the hills. Your heart slammed in your chest.
āHoseok!ā, you exclaimed, half in shock, half in disbelief, your fingers gripping the edge of the seat.
He didnāt look at youāat least, not yetābut that mischievous curve of his widened, wicked and teasing, as he pulled the car to a gentle stop on the secluded stretch of asphalt. Only the soft tick of the cooling engine and the faint rustle of trees broke the silence.
āHobiā¦ā, you chided.
He finally turned to you then, his eyes dark and glinting in the dim glow of the dashboard lights. The smirk on his lips softened into something elseāsomething that felt far more dangerous than teasing.
āPartyās not going anywhere.ā, he murmured, his voice low, thick with suggestion.
With a soft click, he killed the engine. The silence that followed was dense, wrapping around the two of you like velvet, soft and suffocating all at once. The music, the road, the partyāeverything faded away, leaving only the quiet hum of the space between you. His thumb paused its circles on your thigh, pressing a little deeper, the heat of it sinking through your skin.
You couldnāt speak. Words felt useless. He leaned across the console, the space between you shrinking until you could feel the warmth radiating from his body, smell the faint, clean scent of himāsomething like citrus and spice, and him. His eyes held yours, intense and unwavering, and you saw it thereāthe decision had already been made. The party was forgotten. The only thing that mattered was this.
āBesidesā¦ā, he added, his breath warm against your cheek, ā...youāve been staring all night, baby. Thought you might want a closer look.ā
Your breath hitched. The tension pooled low in your belly, spreading through you like wildfire. You wanted to deny it, to say something slick or defiant, but all you could do was swallow hard, your pulse fluttering in your throat. He didnāt wait for an answer. His free hand came up to cup your jaw, fingers trailing lightly over your skin as he tilted your head back. The kiss was slow at first, a deliberate testing, a silent question. But you answered with a soft sigh, your lips parting, and that was all the encouragement he needed. It deepened instantly, hungry and demanding. It was a kiss steeped in mischief and wantāall the unspoken things that had simmered between you since youād gotten in the car. His tongue swept against yours, claiming, possessive, and you melted into it, your hands finding purchase on the collar of his jacket, pulling him closer.
This wasnāt the first time. You knew the contours of this car, the way leather seats were cool against your skin, then warm with your body heat. You knew the specific creak of the center console, the limited space that made every movement a calculated, intimate press against one another. You knew how the fog would blur the windows, creating a private world, a cocoon of steam and tangled limbs on the dark hillside. That familiarity only made everything sharper, more electric.
When he finally pulled back, you were both gasping for air. His thumb stroked your cheek, his eyes dark, pupils blown wide with a need that mirrored your own.
āBack seat?ā, he coaxed.Ā
A breathless laugh escaped you, a mix of disbelief and anticipation.
āYou planned this?ā
A slow, knowing smile tugged at his lips, and he opened his car door before he could answer. A cool night breeze swept in, raising goosebumps on your bare legs. You wasted no time, pushing your own door open and meeting him at the rear of the car. The evening air was crisp, smelling of damp earth and pine. The only light came from the faint sliver of a moon and the distant, hazy glow of the Seoul city center youād left behind.
Before you could fully process the change in scenery, Hobi was on you. He spun you around suddenly, your back hitting the cold metal of the passenger door as he caged you in, one hand securely on your hip. He didnāt kiss you, not right away. He just looked at you, really looked at you, his gaze sweeping over your face, your exposed neck, the way your chest rose and fell with each ragged breath. The silver chain around his neck glinted in the moonlight as he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear.
His fingers toyed with the hem of your skirt, knuckles grazing the sensitive skin of your upper thigh. You shivered, tilting your head back, giving him better access. He took the invitation, pressing open-mouthed kisses down the column of your throat, his tongue darting out to taste your skin. Your hands were tangled in the soft fabric of his jacket, pulling him impossibly closer.
āHobiā¦ā, you breathed, the name a desperate plea.Ā
āIāve got you, baby.ā, he promised against your skin, his other hand coming up to tangle in your hair, tugging just enough to make you gasp. It was a kiss that said mine, a kiss that obliterated any thought of the party, of anything but the feel of him against you. One of your manicured hands grabbed the back of his neck, your nails combed through the hair at his nape. The other arm snaked around his back. You were carried away by the feeling of the toned muscles beneath the thin fabric of his shirt and pulled him impossibly closer. Hand caressing his back up and down before traveling down for a cheeky ass grab. He chuckled against your lipsāa low, sultry sound.
āThe things you do to meā¦ā, he whispered, before pulling back and giving you a look that was pure sin, āIn. Now.ā
He didnāt have to tell you twice. He fumbled with the door handle, and the soft click of the latch opening was the only sound that broke the spell. You scrambled into the backseat with a wicked giggle, the leather cool and inviting beneath your hands and knees. He followed close behind, folding his long limbs into the confined space with a practiced grace that spoke of too many times in this exact situation. The door shut with a heavy thud, plunging you into a deeper darkness, the only illumination the faint, ethereal glow of the dashboard bleeding through from the front.
It was a tight fit, a delicious tangle of limbs and shared heat. He was on you instantly, caging you beneath him on the plush leather. There was no room for anything but him. His knee nudged yours apart, settling between your thighs, the rough denim of his jeans pressing against the already soaked cotton of your panties. You bucked against him, a silent demand for more, more friction, more him.
āHoseokā¦ā, you whispered before pulling him back down and capturing his lips with yours, immediately messy and desperate.
āYouāre soā¦bad.ā, you moaned into his mouth, lightly biting his lower lip. A low growl rumbled in his chest, a sound of pure, unadulterated want. One of his hands slid up your side, thumb brushing the underside of your breast through the thin fabric of your tight shirt. He traced the line of your collarbone with his tongue, a hot, wet path that made your toes curl.
āMaybe.ā, he breathed, his voice a husky rasp against your throat, āBut you love it.ā
He shifted, grinding his hips against yours in a slow, deliberate circle that sent a jolt of pleasure straight through you.
āTell me you donāt.ā
You couldnāt. Words failed you, lost in a haze of sensation. All you could do was arch into him, your body answering for you. His hands grew bolder, tracing the curve of your waist, the dip of your hips. He slipped one beneath your top, the calloused pads of his fingers a delicious friction against your smooth skin. The cool metal of the rings on his index and pinky fingers was a stark, thrilling contrast to the warmth of his skin as they brushed against the sensitive skin on your stomach.
You gasped, your back arching off the leather seat as his fingers mapped the terrain of your torso, a slow, reverent exploration. He nipped at your earlobe, his breath hot and ticklish.
āYouāre so responsive, baby.ā, he murmured, the praise washing over you, making you bolder. Your hands roamed the expanse of his back, feeling the play of muscles beneath his shirt, before sliding down to cup his ass, pulling him flush against you. The hard line of his cock, straining against the confines of his jeans, pressed insistently against your core.
The friction was electric, a delicious pressure that had you panting against his neck. You rolled your hips, meeting his rhythm, a silent, desperate conversation spoken in the language of grinding and heat. His hands tightened on your hips, guiding you, setting a maddeningly slow pace, a teasing preview of what was to come.
X - X-ray (letās see whatās going on under those clothes)
J-Hope is at least two inches longer than the average man. It's long enough that he enjoys a little cock worship. Hits all the right spots in you with very little effort. Puts your throat to work during blowjobs. I do think that heās on the slender side when it comes to girth. Heās a hottie lamottie with a swimmerās body, heās gonna be long, but not very wide.
Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive)
HIGH. Oh boyā¦ the fact that you can keep up with just how ready he is to have sex at all timesā¦ it needs to be studied. I maintain that he is the Original Mr. Seven Days a Week. If his main turn on just involves you looking nice? And he has the stamina to boot?! Itās a wonder yāall even leave the fucking house.
Z - Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He doesnāt fall asleep very easily. With the amount of quickies you have in the middle of the day, there isnāt room to fall asleep. When you are in the comfort of your own home, however, heās an epic pillow talker. Heās sleepy, that you can tell. But he seems to want to reminisce on everything all at once. Youād been in his arms while he's yapping away in a low voice, caressing your body. Youāve just had a time and a half, so youāre dozing and dozing until youāre gone. Heād still be yapping until he hears the soft snores on his chest. Thatās when heāll laugh and decide itās time for sleep.
