I saw you grinding your pussy on Jin hyung's cock. Both of you were desparately fcking each other because we've been gone for so long. You circled you hips as you let him move deeper inside you.
I saw how your body trembled when you almost came, but Jin hyung stopped to tease you and both of you laughed.
Jin hyung told you to cum for him as he lied down on his back to watch you pleasure yourself.
You moved slowly at first while you played with you clit and Jin hyung grabbed and pinched your nipples. You must have liked the sensation because you squirmed and arched your back as you moaned.
You moved faster as you chase your high, Jin hyung said he's also coming as he helped you hit your juicy spots. Your moans were loud and Jin hyung said
"FUCK!"
As both of you cried out coming together.
But if I heard it correctly. You didn't say Jin Hyung's name.
AUTHOR NOTE: here it is! Chapter one of Natural Borns. If you haven’t already, please read the prologue, or else this wont make the most sense. The prologue gives some backstory about the universe that you need to fully enjoy the story. Thank you for all the love on the prologue, it pushed me to want to put this out early. If you enjoy this series, please follow and reblog so it can reach more eyes. Feel free to send me an ask! I would love to answer any questions, because I’m sure I’m inevitably going to leave some things unanswered (this is my first time writing a series, after all). Enjoy! xx Des
Series info/genre: Angst, fluff, (possible) smut NSFW due to darker themes
Pairings: ot7 x fem reader (eventual)
Warnings: this series will have different trigger warnings listed for each chapter (if there are any), but as a whole, this series will include violence, mentions of depression & other mental illnesses, cursing, abuse, drugs/alcohol, some shitty medical descriptions because i am NOT a doctor, self-esteem issues, fluff, and possible smut in future chapters (but that’s undecided). i will add more warnings/tags in the future if there are any.
Description: In the year 2613, over half of the world’s population are what scientists consider ‘designer babies’. YN is a small town girl who is a true natural born, someone born naturally without he help of a lab or gene splicing. Her DNA is greatly sought after, but what is she willing to do to protect it?
Word count: 3.6k
It was early. Too early for you to be awake. As you rolled over in your bed, taking your poofy duvet cover with you, you noticed that it was barely dawn. Your curtains were drawn, how you always left them - liking to wake up with the sun, and you couldn’t even see said sun on the horizon yet. You could make out a pink line that melted perfectly with the purple and blues of the night sky. After admiring the beauty of it for a moment, you rolled back over with a huff.
You’re already awake, might as well get out of bed.
You lived on a peach farm, or orchard, that your family owned and had chores and duties to fulfill around the house and land. The orchard was on about ten acres, small for a farm, but big enough to get the job done. Your father sells the peaches you harvest to local grocers and restaurants and sells the rest at your mother’s stall at the farmer’s market in town. Your mom grows flowers in her garden on the property and makes beautiful arrangements for locals. She just recently made the arrangements for the wedding of one of your old classmates. You helped out where you could with harvests, taking care of the animals your family cared for, and working the market on weekends. It wasn’t a luxurious life by any means, but you were happy. You definitely couldn’t complain, not when most natural borns had way less than you. You were fortunate, really, and content living this small town life.
You swung your legs over the edge of your bed and stretched your arms up high, letting out a big yawn. Your pajamas were all bunched up and uncomfortable on your legs as you scooted closer to the edge of your bed, expecting your toes to meet the cool wood of the floor. Instead, you were met with something warm and fuzzy and a loud meow that sounded through your room, making you jump.
“Ai- sorry Mochi,” you grumbled, watching the cat scurry across the floor. You smiled and shook your head at the cat, who was now giving you a death glare from next to your bedroom door. You slowly stood up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and opened the door to let the devil cat out. He quickly took advantage of the open door and ran down the stairs as fast as he could. You watched him for a moment before making your way to your bathroom down the hall.
Closing and locking the door behind you, you started your morning routine of brushing your teeth and hair and washing your face. Once you turned the faucet off, you rubbed a clean white towel over your face, pulling it down slowly as you peeked over it at the mirror. You looked tired, small bags beginning to form under your eyes, skin darkening slightly from being out in the sun, maybe even a little sunburnt from working at the market yesterday. Still starting at your reflection, you hang your towel up on the rack with a sigh, turning to get dressed for the day.
Your normal work day attire consists of jeans and a t-shirt. It was June, just starting to get unbearably hot in Korea, so you opted for some looser linen pants and a light shirt. You didn’t have a whole lot to do today other than feed animals, clean the chicken coop, and help mom out with some arrangements. You wouldn’t be harvesting the peach trees until late July or early August at the rate they were growing currently, though you did still need to monitor them and make sure they remained healthy before harvest season.
By the time you were ready for the day, the sun was just barely coming up and the smell of coffee beans entered your nose. Mom must be up, you thought to yourself. You smiled and made your way down the stairs, grabbing onto the bottom of the banister and swinging yourself around it, an old habit of yours from all the way back in elementary school. You were still a kid at heart, even at the age of 23.
“Good morning Pearl!” your mother called from the kitchen. Pearl was the nickname your parents have called you since you could walk. Natural pearls are extremely rare, almost never occurring in nature. You were also a rare breed, a true natural born, hard to find like a pearl, hence the nickname.
“Morning mama,” you said, walking up to her and giving her a side hug, “watcha makin’?” You asked with a teasing lilt to your voice. Your mom was a tad shorter than you and you liked to take advantage of that, leaning your elbow on her shoulder as you watched her stir the pan in front of her.
“Steamed eggs and rice, now go get your father, would you? We have to start on these arrangements soon, Mrs. Lee needs 25 of them by tomorrow afternoon.”
You gave your mom a nod and made your way back up the stairs, hopping over Mochi who was now taking up residence on the second step. “You’re gonna get stepped on your curious cat,” you said under your breath. Mochi just watched on as you took two stairs at a time.
Before you could reach the top of the stairs, you nearly stumbled straight into your father who had just come around the corner. “Who-whoa,” he laughed out as you grabbed onto the railing to stop yourself from smacking into him.
“Mom needs you!” You yelped out, passing your dad on the stairs and running into your room to grab your phone from your nightstand. You could hear your dad chuckling as he walked down the stairs. As you picked up your phone, you noticed you had a new message in your group chat you had with your two best friends, well, your only friends, you supposed.
From Mina [11:13 pm]: pearl!!!
From Mina [11:13 pm]: pearl are u awake?
From Woo [11:15 pm]: why are you awake min?
From Mina [11:17 pm]: cant sleep, pearl, u up!?
From Woo [11:23 pm]: I’m gonna guess not
From Mina [11:25 pm]: ugh dfghjk
You giggled at your screen for a moment before typing back a response.
You [6:37 am]: sorry guys, i went to bed early last night what’s up min?
You pocketed your phone, definitely not expecting a response at this ungodly hour, and headed back downstairs. On your short walk, you thought to your two friends, Mina and Wooyoung, who you befriended in middle school. Well, actually Mina befriended you and Wooyoung in seventh grade because you were both outcasts that didn’t talk to anyone. Ever the martyr, she brought your little group together and you’ve been thick as thieves ever since. You don’t see them as much as you’d like nowadays, as they both attended the small community college in your town. You never really liked school, never excelled at anything, and were always a homebody. College just didn’t sound fun to you, especially if people there were anything like at your highschool. Highschool hadn’t been kind to you. You were labeled ‘half-breed’ and ‘mutant’ by a group of girls who wanted nothing more than to see you suffer because of your looks. Boys would flirt with you, leave you love notes, and even try to harass you in the halls, but never because they actually took an interest in you. The one time you went to a party with Mina, you had been cornered in some guy's barn by one of the popular boys who was trying to get in your pants. This just made the popular girls even more angry with you and would jump through hoops to make your life hell while at school. All of those experiences taught you one thing: most people can’t be trusted. Some might say you have trust issues (Mina) while others will try to get you to come out of your shell a bit more (Woo and your mom), but in the end, you’re comfortable with your two best friends and your parents. You never asked for more because you simply didn’t need it.
Most, if not all, families these days only had one child, so you nor your friends ever knew what it was like to have siblings. Even your parents were only children, so no aunts, uncles, or cousins to call an extended family. This was normal, though, because a law was put in place in 2505 banning families from having more than one child to help with population control. If a family broke this law, they were fined excessive amounts of money. The law was easy to enforce with parents of lab born children, since their child had to be entered into a national database, meaning no company would work with them again to avoid hefty fines, or possibly being put out of business. It was a little harder to enforce with natural born families. The law was definitely one sided, aimed to force more and more natural borns into poverty.
You were snapped out of your daydream as you entered your kitchen, taking in the sight of your dad sitting at the dining table reading something on his tablet and your mom making a grocery list. You smiled softly, rounding the table and taking your usual seat next to your mother. “Thanks for breakfast, mom,” you said kindly, leaning over to give her a kiss on the cheek.
“Of course, Pearl. Now eat up, we need to get going soon if-” your mother was cut off by the sudden shriek of the doorbell, which caused you to jump what had to be 5 feet in the air. Who was ringing your doorbell at - you took your phone out - 6:44 in the morning?
Your father had the same perplexed look that you must’ve worn, getting up out of his chair and heading towards the front room of the house. You shared a puzzled look with your mom who just shrugged her shoulders and went back to her list, blowing on a piece of hot egg in her spoon.
As you started to fiddle with your own spoon, you tried to strain to hear the conversation happening in the other room. You could hear hushed murmurs that sounded rushed, almost angry. You squint your eyes in confusion. It sounded like your dad was mad. He never gets mad. Who could be at the front door? Slowly, you rise from your seat to go investigate, your mother paying you no mind.
As you round the corner of the kitchen, your father comes into view holding the front door at a 90 degree angle from the wall, effectively blocking your vision of the man on the other side. Your dad’s profile told you what you needed to know, though. He was visibly angry, apples of his cheeks reddening. He was still speaking in a hushed tone, though you could tell it was tense.
Slowly, you walked over to your father, peeking around the front door. If your dad noticed your presence, he didn’t mention it. Standing on your front porch was a man, shorter than your father, with dark hair and round glasses perched on his nose. He was obviously a natural born, as he didn’t have any of the perfect or striking features you were used to seeing on business men such as himself. He didn’t look intimidating in the least, but you could almost see the steam rolling out of your dad’s ears. As soon as the man caught sight of you, a bright grin took over his face.
“Ah, you must be YN,” he starts, taking a step forward and reaching out his hand, “it’s so nice to finally meet you.”
You were confused by his words, taking a step back to match his. You didn’t know this man and you definitely didn’t want to shake his hand. Did he say finally meet you? What is that supposed to mean?
“You need to leave,” your father started, causing the shorter man’s attention to fall back on him, “now.” Your dad left no room for discussion, effectively ending the conversation.
The mysterious man nodded once, looking back at you. “We’ll be in touch,” were his final words before turning on his heel and walking back towards a sleek, black car at the end of your drive. Before you could take in any more details of the car, your father was closing the front door. He breathed out a heavy sigh and placed a hand on your bicep, gently leading you back to the kitchen.
Your mom looked up from her, now nearly finished, breakfast. “Who was it, sweetie?”
Your dad sat back in his chair, leaving you standing, confused, in the middle of your kitchen. “Yeah, dad. Who was that?” You asked, genuinely concerned about the stranger.
Your dad let out another sigh before turning to look up at you, “Just another company. You know how they are, Pearl. Persistent, but they’ll back off eventually once they realize we aren’t interested.”
You slowly nodded in understanding. These designer baby companies have been coming to ‘scout’ you since you were in elementary school. They would come to your home, or even your school, and try to talk to you about selling your DNA and how it would be beneficial to your family, maybe even bring them out of poverty, make them rich. When you were a child, the offer was enticing, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little curious even now. But you knew where you stood on the subject. You didn’t want to sell your DNA. You didn’t want anything to do with these big companies that were making natural borns poor while getting rich in the process. But you remembered something, “Dad, what did he mean by finally meeting me?”
Your dad has his back turned to you again, starting to eat his breakfast. You could see him visibly stiffen at your question before quickly relaxing again. Your mother seemed to notice this too, sending a worried glance at him, to which you couldn’t see his response. Without turning to look at you, he mumbled, “That was Hyunwoo, a former classmate of mine.”
So you were right in your assumption about Hyunwoo being a natural born. You know your dad hadn’t gone to college, and his family lived in this very house while he was growing up. That means Hyunwoo must be from the same town as you. Most people living here were living in poverty, so why did he look like a million bucks? No one from this town could afford a car like that either. Before you could get too lost in your thoughts, your father was speaking again, “He works for a pretty well known company in Seoul. He’s been interested in you since you were a little kid.” The thought alone was enough to make you feel nauseous. You didn’t even know this man, yet he’s known about you practically all your life. Apparently he’s been seeking you out for a while too, if your assumptions are correct.
“Why was he here?” You voiced your thoughts aloud.
Your father set his spoon down on his dish before turning his entire body in his chair to face you. “It’s nothing Pearl,” he started, firm but gentle, “You know these companies never leave us alone. His is no different. They’ll get the message sooner or later.” There was a finality in his tone, making it known there was no room for discussion on the matter. With a nod of his head he stood up from his seat, gathering his dishes, and deposited them into the sink. “I’ll be out in the orchards if you need me.”
You nodded before sitting down at the table and picking at your food.
“Don’t worry, dear,” your mother said as she, too, stood up with her dishes, “this type of thing happens all the time.”
Even though you trusted your parents, and they were right - it did happen fairly often, something about Hyunwoo seemed different. The way he looked at you and spoke the words ‘finally meet you’, made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. Even your mom and dad seemed nervous when his name was spoken at the kitchen table. But you trusted your parents. Right?
In the early afternoon, you had just finished your chores of feeding the chickens and cats, and you were wandering around the orchard. Your dad had retired to the shed on the far north corner of the property. He liked to spend a lot of time in there, tinkering with old appliances. You and your mother had finished the arrangements for Mrs. Lee earlier and now she was at the market fulfilling the list she made earlier.
You didn’t really have anything that needed to get done right away. You know you should probably go check on the flowers in your mom’s garden, make sure they don’t need to be watered again, but it’s been a while since you’ve walked through the orchard without the responsibility of the trees looming over you. Your father cleaned up the trees earlier, made sure drip lines were intact and checked over the farm, so you decided to indulge in your favorite pass time.
You walked away from the chicken coop towards the edge of the orchard. It was truly one of your favorite places in the whole world - not that you’ve seen much of it, but still - and you could spend hours getting lost among the beautifully colored canopy of peach blossoms.
When you reached the edge of the orchard, you leaned your hand against the cool oak colored bark of one of the trees, and toed off your shoes, leaving them in the dirt. The trees were just starting to blossom with pretty pink and white flowers among the green and almost yellowish leaves. Only about another month before harvest, you thought idly to yourself.
As you walked through the trees, you relished in the feeling of the cool dirt beneath your feet, squishing between your toes with each step. The air outside was hot and humid, but the earth was cool under the shade of the trees. With each trunk you passed, you let your hand ghost over the rough bark, memorizing the feeling of it. You looked up at the leaves, slowly moving in the slight breeze today. Your family's farm was small, only about 10 acres, so the trees weren’t so dense you couldn’t see the sky above or would be completely hidden from view while walking through them. If your dad were to come out of his shed, you probably would’ve been able to see him from here, though it was a good distance away.
As you got closer to the center of the trees you found a nice trunk to sit down against and pulled your phone from your pocket, checking your group chat with your friends.
From Mina [2:05 pm]: pearl pearl pearl
From Mina [2:06 pm]: where are u
You rolled your eyes at your best friend's antics before typing out your reply.
From you [2:36 pm]: walking through the trees, what’s up?
Almost immediately you were looking at a response.
From Mina [2:37 pm]: there was some guy here on campus today
From Mina [2:38 pm]: a girl from my econ class said he was looking for you
From Mina [2:39 pm]: said he looked like he didn’t belong here, i’m assuming it’s some company but i wanted to let u know
Your heart dropped into your stomach at this new knowledge. It wasn’t incredibly strange for someone to be looking for you at the college. Most residents of the town attended the college at some point or another, what with it being free to attend because of a bill passed decades ago by natural born activists fighting for education for those living in poverty. But something about this felt wrong.
Before you could respond to Mina to ease the worries you were sure she felt, you heard what sounded like a twig snapping somewhere behind you. Already on edge from the text messages, you quickly stood up, turning almost completely around in your spot. Your eyes focused on the spot where you thought you heard the noise come from, only to be met with nothing. Despite knowing you heard something, part of you wondered if it was all in your head, the events of the day messing with you.
In the distance, you could see that your family’s truck was still missing from the drive, meaning your mom was still out shopping. Quickly, you glanced at your father’s shed - the doors were still shut tightly. Momentarily you wondered if he would be able to hear you if you screamed. Shaking the thought from your mind, you turned back around to face the tree. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught movement from behind a trunk a few yards in front of where you stood.
“Who’s there?!” you half yelled, fear starting to creep up your spine. You definitely weren’t one to fight, much more comfortable running from your problems and confrontation. You wished Mina was here, she would be brave enough to move forward, to protect herself from danger. You slowly started walking backwards, not taking your eyes off the trunk where you believed someone to be hiding. You wanted to turn and run, but didn’t want to risk whoever it was behind that tree attacking you from the back. As you continued to take cautious steps, your back collided with something firm, yet not hard enough to be a tree trunk. This was softer, warmer. Human.
To be continued....
AUTHOR NOTE: Sooooo, who do you think YN ran into?! Who do you think will make an appearance next chapter? ;)
A nearly missed flight to London for Rory James takes a turn for the better when Jin asks for her phone number, which leads to some surprises!
Previous chapter
Surprisingly, Jin was right, no one paid much attention to the two of them as they moved from room to room, taking in a small sliver of some 2.3 million items on exhibit.
Jin was excited to share some of his favorite pieces in the Fashion exhibit, notably the Balenciaga interactive display that followed the career of the iconic designer.
Rory could hardly keep herself from smiling the entire time. Not just because this museum was among her favorites, but to see it from Jin’s perspective was very enjoyable. She made a habit to keep herself free from the constraints of relationships, but that did come with the reality of exploring places like this alone. It was nice to have someone to share things with, even just for a while.
They continued to enjoy each other’s company and observations about the various installations, Jin surprising her with his interest in architecture and modern art.
She was quietly enjoying a set of photographs by renowned photographer, Julia Margaret Cameron, when she felt light pressure on the small of her back, once again sending pulses of heat through her body. She looked slightly behind her to the left to find Jin standing at her elbow.
“Would you like to get some tea?” Jin asked with a slight tilt of his head.
“Ah, yes, tea would be perfect.” She replied.
Jin guided her gently with his hand towards the cafe where they got a light cream tea. He picks up the tray and walks towards the door to the Madejski Garden. The ever-present but shadowy bodyguard opened the door allowing the two of them to pass to the outside. Once outside, they find a corner of the lawn to sit down and relax with their tea, with the bodyguard quietly lingering nearby.
“You said you’re on vacation. What made you choose London instead of someplace more...relaxing?” Rory asks, before taking a drink of tea.
Jin leans back on his elbows and closes his eyes, allowing the sun to fall full on his face, highlighting the sculptural quality of his jawline.
“Hmm, I don’t like to be in a place that is too quiet. It makes me anxious if I don’t have anything to do. And London is so diverse, that I can blend in pretty easily.”
Rory can’t help but stare at how beautiful Jin is. His public persona is always the “Worldwide Handsome” guy, but he is really handsome. Her eyes follow the line from his jaw, down his neck. His shirt is slightly open at the collar, exposing part of his chest. For a moment she fantasizes about what it would be like to lay her head on his chest, to feel his steady breathing. She finds herself involuntarily matching the rhythm of his breathing, allowing her thoughts to wander.
Jin’s cracks open one eye, shielding it from the sun with his hand. “Are you okay, you got quiet.”
She takes another sip of tea, nodding and mumbles, “Mmhm, I’m good, just thinking.”
Jin sits up, looking her straight in the eyes asks, “Thinking about me?”
“Erm...ahhh...well…” Rory stammers and kicks over the tea set as she jumps up from the grass. “Do you want to go back inside?”
Jin crouches down and rights the scattered tea set, then standing up to his full height beside Rory, takes her hand, locking his fingers with hers.
“Not yet, let’s go for a walk.”
They walked in silence for a short time before Rory speaks first.
“Look, Jin...I don’t know how things normally are for you, but I don’t really get involved with people like you. Celebrities, I mean. It never ends well for either person.” She allows her hand to fall from Jin’s to her side, eyes downcast.
Jin stops and looks at her earnestly, bringing his head level with hers. “I understand, but don’t you want to at least try to see what could happen?”
She looks up at him. His face is so close, she can see his long lashes, his perfect lips. “I, I...I don’t…”
Before she can finish her sentence, she feels the softness of his mouth on hers, the warmth of his breath mingling with hers as he pulls her close in a kiss.
“And for the record, I don’t normally do this kind of thing either.” He says, slightly out of breath, looking flushed with a big smile on his face.
When I wake, my room is still dark although the hint of a new morning faintly illuminates the edges of my bedroom curtains. I shift onto my side realizing that Hoseok and I are no longer intertwined. Some time during sleep he had rolled onto his back. In the dim lighting, I smile at the sight of him sleeping, mouth slightly open with his arms above his head.
I take a moment to let everything sink in. It felt like a dream, my finally telling him how I feel. I’d felt so relieved when he said he’d felt the same. And the sex? Shit, it had been amazing! I would never have guessed that he was so dominant in bed, but I found it to be a huge turn on. The contrast of the Hoseok last night compared to the Hoseok I hang out with all the time was exciting. Just thinking about it had my heart picking up it’s pace.
I pull the covers slowly away from Hoseok’s sleeping form trying my hardest not to wake him just yet. I crawl forward, my hand easily locating the opening in his boxers. I slip my hand inside and find what I’m looking for lying soft and flaccid against his thigh.
That won’t be for long though, I think to myself, a playful smile creeping onto my face.
I maneuver my hand deeper and clutch his sack, squeezing and then tugging gently. I hear the change in Hoseok’s breathing. When I take the length of him in my hand, I’m mesmerized by the transformation as he begins to harden and thicken with each stroke. Hoseok moans quietly and I look up just as his eyes open and his tongue licks across his lips.
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“Sorry to wake you,” I say coquettishly. “I just couldn’t resist.”
I grip him more firmly as my hand slides up and down and he squirms. I bring him out through the slit of his boxers. Leaning down towards him, my tongue slips out and traces the rim around the head of his member. Hoseok inhales sharply as my lips wrap around his tip. My mouth follows my hand as I slide down and come back up, sucking on his rigid cock.
“Oooh,” he groans as he tugs on the collar of his shirt and squeezes his eyes shut.
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I bob my head faster, squeezing him tighter as I do so and Hoseok’s hands ball into fists at his sides. He is a site to behold as he wriggles and his back arches with every stroke and suck.
“Stop,” he begs and I smile as I reluctantly pull away.
Sitting up, he grabs the nape of my neck and forces our lips together. I groan, my nipples tightening at such a demanding kiss. He releases me abruptly and he leaves me panting as he gets out of bed to grab a condom. As soon as I see him take off his shirt, I pull off my chemise...though I did toy with the thought of leaving it on just so he could ‘punish’ me.
As his boxers drop to the floor, he acknowledges, “I see you learn quickly. I’ll have to reward you for that.”
He strides over to the bed and palms one of my breasts while bringing his lips to my other. My head falls back as his tongue swirls over my already hardened nipple. When his lips encircle my pebbled nub and starts to suck my hands dive into his hair to bring him tighter against me. His free hand floats down my ribs, across my stomach and down to my center. I groan out his name when his middle finger slides between my slickened slit. It feels so good, and my hips soon begin to roll back and forth making the pleasure more intense.
“Hoseok,” I murmur as the sensations intensify.
He moves his mouth to my other breast briefly before he pulls away.
“I want to feel you come against my mouth,” he growls. “Lie down, on your side.” Who am I to deny such a request? I quickly comply and he joins me on the bed. At first I’m surprised when he lies down beside me but with his hips near my face. “Put this leg up,” he orders. I do as he orders and he gets a full view of my womanhood. “Oh, that’s good.”
He leans his head forward and I watch as his tongue slides out and licks my slit. I bite my lip as I watch his tongue flicker rapidly over my clit. I grasp his dick in my hand and begin to stroke him at the same pace that his tongue is going. He groans against me and I shiver as lightning shoots throughout my body.
“Oh God, that feels really good,” I murmur.
I bring his dick into my mouth, enjoying the silky smoothness of him against my tongue. My fingers tighten around him as I start to take him in deep into my throat. I can feel him trembling as I suck him off. All the while, his lips are now wrapped around my most sensitive area as two fingers slip inside me. My hips undulate with every stroke of his finger. We are both so close to reaching our release.
Pulling his mouth away for a moment, Hoseok’s voice is like gravel as he says, “You need to stop what you’re doing unless you want me to cream on your face.”
The visual of him doing just that excites me so much that I reach my climax right when his mouth returns to my clit.
“Shiiiit!” I groan as he removes his fingers.
His tongue delves into my entrance, his head shaking side to side. The vibrations it creates is so intense he has my hips pushing onto his mouth.
Unable to take it anymore, I fall to my back, clenching my thighs together as I ride out the blissful waves of pleasure. Hoseok quickly slips on the condom. As soon as he’s ready, he pulls my legs open and guides his cock to the place his mouth had just been. Swollen and still throbbing from my release, it’s a snug fit and we both groan when he slides in. My legs dangle from the crooks of his arms and his hands squeeze my thighs as he begins to pound into me. With every thrust, sharp sounds of ecstasy leave my throat. Hoseok’s eyes close as his head falls back. His hips move faster and faster, the chords on his neck popping out as he starts to get close.
“Yes, Hoseok!” I moan loudly. “I want you to cum. Cum inside me!” I plead.
He repositions himself, leaning forward so my knees are up near my breasts. This tightens my grip on him as well as brings him in deeper. His hands are now on the bed on either side of me. His lips crash against mine as he pumps harder. This feels even better than when his fingers had been in me and a moment before he does, I reach my second release. My walls constrict around his throbbing dick and milk him with every short thrust he forces into me.
“Fuuuuck!” he moans through gritted teeth.
He rolls his hips into me, grinding me hard as his body shakes from the explosive climax. When he comes down from the high, he collapses beside me. I scooch closer to him, dropping kisses on his shoulder and his heaving chest. I kiss my way up his neck and finally reach his mouth. Our lips fuse together in a deep, yet tender kiss. My heart swells with the love I feel for him and I’m the first to break the kiss for fear of getting too emotional.
I head to the bathroom to clean up. An orange glow from my living room window fills my hallway. The sun must have finally come up over the horizon. Can’t believe it’s morning already. I leave the bathroom light off as I wet a hand towel and wipe away the mess between my legs. Hoseok walks in just as I’m tossing the towel into my laundry basket. I hand him another towel and he smacks my ass as I step out which makes me laugh. I’m still laughing when he returns.
The way he walks...I can’t help but stare at him hungrily and Hoseok’s hand covers his chest as he approaches me. My hands itch to touch where his hand touches.
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Will I ever get used to how deliciously hot he is? I hope not. I want to feel the butterflies tickle my stomach when I hear his voice. I want to feel my heart race whenever I see him. Fuck, I just want my body to heat up and react like this every time he steps in the same room as me.
“Y/N?” he questions, a devilish smile on his face. “You look like you’re about to pounce on me. What are you thinking about?”
His hands snake over my hips and across my lower back. He tugs me towards him and my hands land on his pecs to keep from crashing into him. I giggle at his eagerness, but as I stare into the depths of his dark brown eyes and see adoration in them my smile falters. His eyes show me just how much I mean to him and, though it feels strange to know he feels exactly as I do, it also feels wonderful. Never had any other man looked at me the way Hoseok is looking at me right now. Never had any other man cared enough to put me first.
I look down, watching my thumbs graze back and forth across his skin as I softly say, “I’m just...I feel so happy right now...and it scares me a little.”
I nibble on my bottom lip as I return my gaze back to Hoseok’s eyes.
“Why?” he asks as he winds and unwinds a lock of my hair around his index finger.
“Can we lie back down?” I ask.
Hoseok frowns slightly, but nods. He let’s me lay my head on his chest and as we talk. The sound of his steady heart beat beneath my ear and his hand stroking my hair helps relax me.
“What are you afraid of?” Hoseok asks after a few moments.
“I really like you, Hoseok,” I sigh. “Like really, really. The fact that we were friends first makes taking this step even more scary for me because I don’t want to lose you. I don’t really have much luck in the romance department and if we weren’t to work out…” I let my words trail off. Hoseok is quiet and I wonder if I said too much too soon. I crane my neck to look up at his face, but he just has a wistful smile on his face. “What are you smiling at?”
Lacing his fingers with mine, he asks, “Do you know when it was that I knew I wanted to be with you?” I shake my head. His eyes flick down to mine and his smile widens. “The very first day Hazel introduced us.”
My eyes widen in surprise. “Really?”
“Yes,” he chuckles. “You have the most beautiful smile and I knew that I wanted to be the one to always make you smile. But you had someone already, so...I kept my distance.” Hoseok kisses my forehead which makes the corners of my lips turn up. “Did you really never notice?”
I move over to the crook of his shoulder so I can see him better and then throw my leg across his thighs.
“No,” I sigh feeling foolish.
“Every time we hung out, I wanted you so bad I’d touch your hair or hold your hand. I was always afraid to kiss your cheek for fear of not being able to stop myself from kissing your lips.”
“Wow, I always pushed my feelings for you aside because I cherished your friendship. Anytime I thought there could be anything more to your touches, I told myself I was just imagining it.”
“It was getting more difficult as time passed,” he confesses. “When we were watching the movie on Thanksgiving, you have no idea how badly I wanted to dive under that skirt of yours.”
“Hoseok!” I gasp as a flush of pink covers my cheeks.
“I’m just being honest,” he laughs. “But seriously. Y/N, you had my heart the moment we met. And I hope you know that if you trust me with yours, I will never harm it or break it. I will do all that is in my power to make you smile everyday.”
As tears fill my eyes, my bottom lip quivers and I have to swallow a few times before I can speak.
“Yes, Hoseok,” I nod. “I do trust you and I promise the same.”
Hoseok brings the palm of my hand to his lips and drops a kiss on it, as if cementing our promises. My heart feels light, the wall I’d kept up around it no longer a burden to bear. I truly do believe Hoseok will never hurt me. I’ve seen for myself these last seven months that he is nothing like my exes. He helped me heal from the pain I’d suffered, mending my heart little by little. Now that it is whole again, I happily place it in his hands knowing that, with him, it will always be treasured.
Thank you so much for taking time out of your day to read my Hoseok FF. This is the end for this fic. I hope you enjoyed it! Until next time...
A nearly missed flight to London for Rory James takes a turn for the better when Jin asks for her phone number.
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Leaving the final panel, she ran into a few colleagues from the last film she worked on. After some small talk and promises to get together for coffee soon, Rory ducked out and went back to the hotel.
Another day, with no word from Jin. After two days she had given up on hearing from him and was mentally kicking herself for thinking that she would really have a chance to spend time with someone from BTS.
Wednesday morning, she woke up later as she didn’t have panels that day, and ordered her usual from room service. A pot of tea, cream, wheat toast with jam, and two eggs over medium.
She had just stepped out of the shower when she heard a knock.
“It’s open” Rory shouted from behind the closed bathroom door.
She heard the door open, but not the familiar sound a trolley being wheeled into the room. Wrapping up her long hair in a towel and putting on a bathrobe, she cracked open the door of the bathroom, calling out “Hello, is that room service?”
When no answer came, she started to panic, looking around for her cell phone. Locating her phone, she grabbed it, ready to call 999 if needed. Not finding anything that would make a suitable weapon, she grabbed the blow dryer from under the sink, preparing to swing its heft in the direction of whomever was in her room.
She gingerly pushed open the bathroom door a bit more with her shoulder, allowing herself to lean out a bit to look, thanks to her small frame. As she peered around the door, she was shocked to see Jin standing in her room.
“Jin...why...how….wh...what are you doing in my hotel room?!” She exclaimed while exiting the bathroom.
“Uh, well, I felt bad about not texting you, and my manager was able to find out where you were staying, so I thought I would drop by in person to see if you’re busy. I now realize what a weird thing this must be to have someone do to you, I’m sorry.” Jin looks sheepishly at the floor.
“Oh, no, it’s okay. I am free today, but I didn’t expect you to be here, that’s all.” Rory looks down at herself, then back at Jin. “I should get dressed, umm, I’ll be right back!” She races back to the bathroom and quickly closes the door.
Jin sits down on an overstuffed chair near the window of the hotel room that overlooks Regent Street. He sends a few quick texts, then just enjoys the view out the window. Looking down at a side table he sees a booklet for Arri cameras, and the camera operator on the front looks very familiar. He picks up the booklet for a closer look, and sure enough, it’s Rory on the front, beaming from behind the viewfinder of a large film camera. Jin smiles and shakes his head.
“So, you’re quite modest it seems” he shouts in the direction of the bathroom.
Rory exits the bathroom looking very differently from when he last saw her in the bathrobe. She is wearing a pair of cuffed, fitted black pants, with a white t-shirt, and a pair of white Gucci sneakers. Her hair is falling in waves around her shoulders, her face is fresh looking, with just a touch of lipstick and mascara. A smartwatch, and a trio of gold bangle bracelets finishes out her understated yet elegant look.
“Modest? What do you mean?” She asks as she walks over to where Jin is sitting.
He holds up the booklet with her on the cover. “This is what I mean. You’re kind of a big deal, aren’t you?” He asks playfully.
She leans over to grab the booklet from his hand. When she does, Jin takes in how wonderful she smells. Fresh from the shower, the scent of powder and sweet almonds linger in the air. He grabs her arm as she reaches for the booklet. The warmth of her skin feels good under his fingers as he allows his hand to linger a moment longer before releasing her.
“I had already ordered room service, so I’ll just call and cancel it.” She says, running her hands nervously through her hair.
Jin stands up, agreeing that they should probably go out for breakfast.
Rory notices a slight flushing to his face and wonders if he felt the same thing she did when he grabbed her wrist. The pounding of her pulse, her blood rushing through her veins, the nervous energy she feels with him so close to her.
She turns away to collect herself and calls room service to cancel the order. She hangs up the phone and turns back around toward Jin.
“Do you like museums?” Jin asks with a big grin on his face. “I have some surprises for you if you’re up for it.”
“I feel like you probably already know the answer to that, Kim Seok-jin.” Rory says, narrowing her eyes at him. “You seem like you’ve done some research already.”
“Hmm, maybe” He says and holds out his arm for her to take. “Shall we?”
