♟: for hearthrob hobiii
♟: Getting flashed by your muse
needless to say, this will be NSFW lmao, the return of fuckboy!hoseok~
Rude. That’s what Hoseok was. Absolutely fucking rude.
He knew just how attractive he was in that football uniform and you hated it. You sat fuming at the bleachers because this wasn’t even an official game and every time he ran passed that bold white line on the field, brown ball tucked safely under his arm, he would throw that ball so aggressively on to the ground, then turn around and wink at you, smirk at you, lick his lips at you or worse of all—gesture for you to be ready to sit on his face.
You suppose this was partly your fault. Before the practice you both had made a bet, if he scored every point for his team, you would sit on his face and if he didn’t— you would suck his dick in the locker room. You didn’t know why Hoseok had an obsession for eating you out but it was probably for the same reason you had an unhealthy obsession for sucking dick— his sounds, the moans, the grunts and the roughness that took over him as he encouraged you, and probably the way he looked after you had swallowed every drop of his cum. God, just the idea that you had caused him to glow like that was enough for you to get on your knees ready for him.
You look down at your feet as a smile creeps on to your face, head shaking at your own ridiculousness, you were both unselfish lovers and it worked out great for both you. Just as you tore your gaze away from the field, a loud chorus of cheers took over the audience again. Looking up you saw that your boyfriend had scored once again and was now pointing at you. In that moment, you didn’t know what came over you— possibly tired of all the teasing the man has done, you lifted your shirt up above your chest, flashing your boyfriend (and everyone that was looking at you).
You tilt your head and smirk as Hoseok’s smile falls right off his face and he almost stumbles backwards. He was definitely not expecting that. You laugh as you pull your shirt back down, thankful that you had decided to ditch your bra today. But when you look back up at your boyfriend, you saw that his expression had darken and he was currently taking off his jersey as he climbed up the bleachers— two stairs at a time to reach you.
Your smirk widens as Hoseok stops in front of you, his sweaty shirtless body was overwhelming but the reaction you had induced was toxic. Hoseok doesn’t do anything but stand in front of you, breathing hard from exercise, and possibly… arousal.
God, he was so hot.
You break out of your trance as you hear the people around you scream, Hoseok’s team scored again.
You press your lips against Hoseok’s cheek and murmur mockingly, “you didn’t score.”
“Not yet.”
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