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ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ Aᴏ3 || Dɪᴏɴʏsᴜs ·ᴘᴜʙ· ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀᴘᴏsᴛ || ↻ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ
This fic is a part of my Dionysus ·pub· collection. There will be seven fics, one for each member. These stories take place in the same universe and sometimes intertwine, but can be read independently and in any order.
> sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ:
Like in everything else in his life, Hoseok’s attention in poker was on the details. He noted your perfect manicure as you smoked and how you exhaled the cloud from the corner of your mouth not to get it in your eyes. He noticed how you studied everyone in the room too every time you took a sip of your drink, but lingered on him. Slightly smudged mascara gave your eyes a sultry post-orgasm air, matching that messy elegance you wore. Your pupils darkening when he brushed his hair back only added to the heavy atmosphere between the two. At that rate, Hoseok would end up fucking you right on the green baize.
> ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: smut, humor | ons > ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: gambler!Hoseok x Reader > ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: mature [+18]; strong language and explicit sex > ᴡᴏʀᴅᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 9.7k
💙 ᴀ/ɴ: So… 5 years later, I decide to finally release the second fic in this collection. This has been sitting in my Google docs basically ready to publish for the most part of that time, but I never got around to sit and give it the final touches. I must admit, though, it paid off. I’m kind of proud of this one, even if it took my procrastinating ass forever to finish it. Hope you enjoy it!
Hoseok has seen you once before. Just a snapshot, but enough to have him intrigued.
He entered the restroom and walked along the stalls, looking for an empty one. A door was ajar and he peered inside to check if it was occupied. The image stopped him in his tracks. There you were: half-seated on the toilet tank, back to the wall. Your hair, all sweaty and tangled, slid up and down the tiles to the rhythm of the brute thrusting in you. The guy’s pale ass was out and he grunted like a pig. He was big and bulky and had too many gold rings on the hand that held one of your legs up, opening you more for him. The straps of your dress, along with a big, furry coat’s sleeve, had slid off your shoulders to reveal your collarbones and tits, but the guy’s big frame blocked most of your exposed skin. You let out intermittent moans as you bit your lips, the pretty colour there smudged sinfully. How did Hoseok not hear you when he entered? You weren't being subtle at all. Your arms were wrapped around the man, holding for dear life, and you leaned forward to bite a beefy shoulder, gaze fixed on something behind his back. In your hands there was a wallet, one Hoseok assumed wasn’t yours. The bills you pulled out crumpled in your fist when a deep thrust hit you just right, head jerking back against the wall with a thump.
“Right there, huh? You like that?” the guy croaked.
His grip on your thigh tightened and he doubled his efforts, oblivious of the money your nails threatened to rip and the very empty wallet back in his jacket. You hummed in agreement, clearly enjoying yourself. Then, your eyes met his through the half-open door. Hoseok would never forget your smile, teeth pulling an abused lower lip as it stretched when you realised he’d witnessed your little crimes. He arched an eyebrow, amused at your reaction. You seemed quite pleased with his unintentional voyeurism. Index finger stretched in a “let’s keep this a secret” motion, you threw a complicitous wink before your free leg kicked the door shut. He peed to the sound of your orgasm.
Now every time he took a leak at Dionysus, he thought about the mystery restroom thief.
“I’m in.”
Things were getting interesting now. The smoke of cigarettes and cheap cigars materialised under the fluorescent light. There was a mist hovering over the table where Hoseok’s money was on the line. A big pile of it.
He could be considered a professional gambler, although “risk-taking expert” had a better ring to it. Besides, with the existing prohibitions in South Korea the word “gambler” entailed a series of unwanted meanings. Criminal, for starters. Apparently, a well-known study stated that Koreans are two to three times more susceptible to gambling addiction than any other nationalities, which was a shitty excuse to ban it, if you asked him. Unfortunately that meant a very strict law around it, even outside the country. He himself had some close calls with the law in the past, nothing his wit and silver-tongue couldn’t get him out of. The thing is, Hoseok was a man of many hobbies. The legal ones like horse races or sports were fun; the less-legal ones, thrilling. Underground fights, poker, car races, bingo… you name it. Hoseok did it all. That thrill he felt from being at fortune’s mercy that got him high on adrenaline. He couldn’t stop chasing it. Some said he was a greedy man, immediately betting whatever amount he won, but it wasn’t about the money. Not only about the money.
...ok, he did like the money.
Gambling it, winning it, spending it, losing it… Wherever the dough was, any door could be opened. Life’s best club bouncer. However, Hoseok didn’t flex it around like all those famous fifteen-year-olds posing on the internet with Gucci slippers. For him, luxury resided in the details. His apartment, for example, was spacious enough for him, but not too big. Any hardworking man with a bit of luck could own it. It wasn’t the kind of high-end, maid-included penthouse expected from someone who earned as much morally-questionable money as he did. The fridge kept breaking and the floors had scratches from dragging the pinball to his studio when he moved in. Dirty laundry piled in a corner of his bathroom and the trash was filled with takeout flyers. He even kept the sticky soju bottle collection he started back in his very blurry college years. In contrast, his huge, paper-like thin TV and the beautiful art pieces scattered on the shelves screamed “crazy expensive”. Again, details.
By his daywear sweatpants and casual attire no one would guess the number on the price tag. For nights out, he paired extravagant and vibrant suits with exclusive glasses and shoes. He got a taste for flamboyant, timeless clothes, sometimes so much it looked like every suit he owned was thrifted. The Rolex on his wrist said the opposite, though. Hoseok was just like that: flashy and just a tad messy, but elegant in his own way.
The one thing he did like to show off were his cars. Half of the private parking of his building was occupied with his ‘babies’. The red ‘20 Chevy Stingray was the current star of the collection. Sports cars just suited his never-ending quest for adrenaline. Plus the sharp lines of the vehicle matched Hoseok’s jaw —he was particularly proud of that purchase because of that very detail. Still unable to keep the kitchen cupboards full or his laundry done, though. He had his priorities.
The table was awfully quiet. The muffled beat of a Fender bass seeped through the ceiling in complete disharmony with the easy elevator jazz in the room. A tall man with oily hair thoughtlessly flicked the corner of a card with his thumb nail. Hoseok had played with him enough to know that despite the smirk he sported, he had nothing but air. The other two still in the game were more difficult to read, but it only spiced things up. One of them was new to the table so he wasn’t familiar with his expressions and the oldest was a shark he’d lost to more than a few times. Hoseok raised the bet anyways, he had a good hand.
Poker game nights at Dionysus were his favourite. The moment he walked past the bouncer and through the thick curtains, something in the air changed. The noisy pub upstairs disappeared along with its slurred, intoxicated frenzy. On that side of the curtain, only the static intimacy of gentlemen and cards remained. There was a small bar at the end and a couple of tables to play. Some nights it was blackjack, others poker. Occasionally the owner put the roulette to use, but Hoseok wasn’t a fan. He’d been to Kangwon Land, the only casino in South Korea that allowed locals to enjoy the pleasures of its games, but not even there he found the roulette exciting. Perhaps the only form of money-risking he didn’t enjoy.
Bets grew higher with each round of cards and drinks, what Hoseok considered a fun night. The old man had quite the stack of bills on his side while the rest kept thinning out. Luckily, the geezer folded early this time —he was playing awfully safe tonight. The other three groaned when Hoseok revealed his pair and he gave Greasylocks next to him a pat on the back.
“Come on, ladies! Let’s keep the spirits up!”
“Easy for you to say, you lucky bastard,” the man whined. “That was the loan for my daughter’s college. You are the only one who’s making some money here.”
“You don’t have children. And if you did, you’d add them to the pot too.”
“Didn’t know that was allowed. Should start making some then.”
“So you can lose them too?” Hoseok taunted, grin half-hidden behind his glass before taking a sip.
“Shut up and deal,” someone else barged in. He was a regular, a balding fellow that always loosened his tie when he had a killer hand. By the way his phone kept vibrating, someone at home wasn’t happy that he was out. “You’re insufferable when you win.”
Hoseok chuckled at that. The guy wasn’t wrong.
“Can’t you be a little bit happy for my success? Besides, I’m not the real threat: old fox here is gonna dry us all for good.”
“You kids never learn, you keep giving me your money.”
“Don’t get all cocky, gramps. It’s hard to make a nick on your winnings if you get cold feet with anything less than pocket nines,” Hoseok teased. “Where’s your backbone tonight?”
“Miraculously still there and intact.”
Laughter quieted down as a waft of air entered the room, rousing the cloud of smoke around them in swirls. It came with dewy floral notes of perfume and they all turned to the newcomer.
The first thing that caught Hoseok’s eyes were long legs cut by the hem of an ungodly short dress. The confident click of heels drowned in the stained carpet, and stopped at the bar. One of those divine limbs crossed over the other perched on a stool, exposing more thigh than should be legal. The cards’ edges dug harder into his palm the longer he stared at those smooth, shiny marvels of God’s creation. He wasn't a religious man, but he swore he could drop to his knees and pray right then and there.
“Don’t mind me, gentlemen.”
Purred words broke the ominous tension in the room —Hoseok wasn’t the only one captivated by the woman. When he looked up, there you were: the enigmatic restroom thief he’d fantasised more than once about, staring back at him with a playful smirk. He mirrored it with one of his own, eying you up and down. The image of you against a tile wall popped in his head and he made sure to let you know by tonguing the seam of his lips. By the naughty glint behind your long lashes, you recognised him too. You spun in his direction and lifted a martini glass that had materialized in your hand, in a subtle Gatsby-styled greeting. He cocked his head to the side and snorted in amusement. When did you order it? Or did the bartender already know your tastes? He too shifted to face you completely, manspreading a bit wider in a laxer posture. If only you would ditch that metal seat and sit on his lap...
Uncomfortable coughs and taps on the table reclaimed his awareness of you two having company, but he kept his dark, almond eyes on you. You toyed with the olive in your drink, holding the contest to see who would cave in to the tension first. Little did you know, Hoseok was not a proud man. Hell, he’d beg like a puppy if that’s what you were into.
“You buying in, angel?” his voice came lower than usual —that was the effect you had on him. That and a sudden urge to taste martini without drinking. “There’s room for one more.”
“Say a number and I’ll decide if I like it.”
“Half a million won,” the old man answered for him, tone clipped and impatient. He was getting cranky already. Your sinful lines didn’t have the same effect on him, you could be his granddaughter.
Meanwhile, the other players struggled and Hoseok couldn’t help but snicker. Greasylocks on his right was sweating that sparse beard off, eyes fixed on your collarbone. The fake fur coat you wore had slid off your shoulder —did that thing ever stay in place?— and bunched at the elbow planted on the bar. The rest were in no better state. Hoseok was sure one of them was covering a hard-on.
It took you a second to decide, gauging every player with a hum. You made a show out of eating that olive, rousing your audience, and smiled.
“I do like that number. Let’s play.”
Like in everything else in his life, Hoseok’s attention in poker was on the details. He noted your perfect manicure as you smoked and how you exhaled the cloud from the corner of your mouth not to get it in your eyes. The way you’d batted your lashes when asking for fire and the wicked satisfaction in your eyes when Geasylocks offered to light your cigarette right away. You were sitting directly across the table and Hoseok, next to him, had the luck to watch you lean closer to let him do so. Tits pressed together, you nearly gave the poor guy a heart attack. Ever the tease, you thanked the man with the sweetest voice, throwing a pet name as a reward. He also noted how your lips tensed slightly when you were about to fold, which was rare. You played hard and bet even harder. A couple of martinis in and you’d made enough wons to rival the old man’s. Hoseok followed closely behind. The three of you were cleaning the other’s pockets and he could tell they’d call it a night soon. He noticed how you studied everyone in the room too every time you took a sip of your drink, but lingered on him. Slightly smudged mascara gave your eyes a sultry post-orgasm air, matching that messy elegance you wore. Your pupils darkening when he brushed his hair back only added to the heavy atmosphere between the two. At that rate, Hoseok would end up fucking you right on the green baize.
A very fortunate Flush gave him the last game of the night. You’d bet more than half of your money. It was a surprise that you didn’t go all-in by the cocky smirk you sported. Yes, your cards were good, but Hoseok’s were winners. He saw you tongue the sharp edge of your teeth in a half smile, both amused and bitter by the loss. With an evil grin, he collected his gains while maintaining eye contact, only to tease you.
“Better luck next time, angel.”
Putting out a bud, you stuffed your clutch with cash and laughed. “We both know you don’t mean that.”
“No, I don’t, but I gotta start the conversation that ends up with me taking off that dress somehow.”
The comment drew a wolfish smile on your face. His insinuation clearly pleased you, but you played it cool, paying attention to the glittery accessory as you made sure to fit every single bill inside.
“Not making me lose money would be more effective.”
“But way less fun for me,” he quickly countered. At that, you raked your eyes over his body with an amused glint.
“Buy me a drink then, lucky boy.”
He followed the intentional sway of your hips and the smirk over your shoulder through the curtains and up the stairs like a dog would follow a bone. Back up at the pub, the stuffy air clung to his clothes as the two of you made way across the crowd towards the bar.
“Two martinis,” he ordered above the noise.
“Nice watch,” you commented as the bartender poured your drink, eying the gold on his wrist. “I would’ve played better if that was on the table.”
“Were you going easy on me, angel? My pride is hurt.”
“I wouldn’t want to show you all my tricks on our first night. I don’t like sharing my secrets so soon.”
“I know a couple already,” he grinned with mischief. If you were aware of how he shuffled closer, body unable to resist your magnetism, you didn’t say a thing.
“Oh, do you, now?”
You hid your own smirk behind the edge of the glass and batted your lashes innocently in a way that could have fooled anyone. Hoseok wondered if you feigned that same innocence when you were on your knees looking up at the fortunate ones who got to experience the wonders of that dangerous mouth of yours. Just the thought made him hum lowly. The things he’d do to that mouth, if you’d let him.
“You like having sex in public places.”
“That’s not much of a secret, I’m afraid,” you snickered. “Is that all you got on me?”
“You like being watched too.” He inched a bit closer...
... so did you. “And you enjoy watching.”
The guy next to you turned around, scandalised from overhearing your conversation. He looked like a cartoon character, eyes too big for their sockets. Neither of you lowered the volume.
“You steal from the guys you fuck.” Hoseok could feel the heat of your skin on him, sides already pressed together.
“Hmm… Shouldn’t that take the idea of undressing me out of your head?” Your nose almost brushed the edge of his jaw, teasing.
“I’ll keep my wallet out of your way.”
“You can try.”
Feline look in your eyes, you toyed with the little patience left in Hoseok as you retreated to turn away and lean on the bar, giving him a glimpse of the low cut of your dress’ back when your coat slid further down.
He couldn’t exactly pinpoint what was so irresistible about you. Perhaps it was the confidence in your every move, the challenge in your eyes or the cheek in your attitude, or even that damned dress that seemed to raise up with every movement just enough to make him lose his mind. But one thing was certain: he wanted you. Desperately. You, on the other hand, wanted to see how much you could stretch his self-control before he snapped, begged or both. Little minx in a fur coat, he thought with a grin.
“Am I gonna have to tie your hands so you behave?”
“You don’t wanna do that. I’m good with those.”
The caricature-like dude next to you walked away with his drink, completely rigid and clearly avoiding eye contact. You both followed his stiff half-jog away from what he must’ve considered a very private conversation, not one to casually have at the bar. It made you both snicker and lifted that stuffy aura of lust around you for a moment, giving Hoseok space to compose himself a bit.
“I’m Hoseok, by the way.”
“Is that what I should be screaming later?” you taunted as you took another sip, tone more playful than suggestive.
“That, Mr. Jung, daddy, baby boy... your choice.” His words made you laugh. Hoseok imagined that same sound bouncing off his bedroom walls as he tickled and bit your neck, you gripping his hair tightly, telling him to stop with a smile but wrapping your legs around his waist in a silent plea for him to continue. He wanted to make you laugh and moan and scream and purr under him. Or above, he wasn’t picky. “What about you, angel? Do you have a name?”
“I do.”
“I get the feeling you won’t tell me that easily, hm?”
“Smart guy,” you answered devilishly, and Hoseok swore he saw a pair of horns peeking through your messy hair.
The night went on, the two of you shuffling closer with every suggestive turn the conversation took, close enough for Hoseok to smell you —a perfect mixture of sweet words and bad intentions that he happily breathed in like chloroform. You licked your lips more than necessary just to see his mouth water. He tongued the inside of his cheek just to watch yours go dry. Like a snake biting its own tail, the more you teased each other, the hungrier the stares became. And the hungrier the stares, the more you riled each other up.
Hoseok suggested dancing, desperate to feel the body hiding under that dress. An idea you shut down quickly because ‘why the hell would you grind on him clothed when you could do it naked?’ He laughed. You didn’t strike as a patient person, so he took your hand and tugged you through the noise until your back was pressed against the door of his car. He kissed you, hard and needy —ready to consume you. Your lips matched his greediness, eager to set him on fire. A leg came up to his hips, calf brushing the back of his thigh possessively. Hoseok held it there, gripping the smooth skin, more than excited to finally touch you. His kisses trailed down your neck and shoulders, dragging one of the straps of your dress off so his teeth could have unrestricted access to the skin there. Hoseok felt your desire as you let out a wanton purr, holding his arm tighter. He flexed his bicep to give you something harder to dig your nails into. Hips moving on their own, you pressed your center to his, making him groan and chuckle at your eagerness. He would be lying if he said he didn’t feel a wicked sense of victory in the way you seemed to enjoy his ministrations as much as he did yours. Sort of payback for your teasing, but also thanking whoever was above that he got a chance to taste your sweet company. His cock was rock solid from how you grinded on it, and he made sure you noticed by thrusting harshly against your already wet underwear, pushing you into the car even harder. Out of breath and half smiling, you remarked that there would be a dent in the shape of your ass on his expensive car if he kept doing that. He just laughed and squeezed said part of your anatomy.
“Then I’ll drive around town and show off the nasty things you let me do to you against it.”
“Just against it?” you fake-pouted. “Don’t want to ruin the leather upholstery?”
At this, he gave a teasing kiss on the top of your breasts before he let your heel touch the ground again. He fished the keys out of his pockets, which proved to be rather difficult with the obvious tent he sported. You laughed at his struggle, dress strap still halfway down your arm and not resting your shoulder how it should. Hoseok could see your nipples peeking through the fabric with a mix of cold and arousal. You looked like one of his teenage wet dreams: hot, fun and ready for him.
“Want a ride, then?” The beep of the doors unlocking was your queue to walk to him and palm him through his trousers. Then you looked up and bit your lip, slowly unbuckling his belt, before tugging him closer.
“Get in.” He obeyed, of course. You just looked too damn good bossing him around.
A wide grin was etched on his face while his butt was cushioned by the soft leather of the driver’s seat and he quickly pushed it back to make room for you to sit on him. His eyes roamed your body as you stood by the open door, just admiring his physique. It’s true that Hoseok wasn’t one of those bulky gym-crazed idiots that got off on their reflection while lifting, he knew. However, his lean body had a different effect on women and he was well aware of it. ‘All sharp edges and sexy smiles’, as he’d been described before. And just like in poker, he knew which cards were winners and played around them. So he raised a brow and got comfortable by lifting a hand behind his head, letting you soak in each and every angle. It seemed to work, because in a blink the door closed with a deaf sound and you were on top of him, leaning down to lick a strip from his collarbone to his earlobe and humming in delight. You hovered just above his cock, ever the tease, and his hands gripped your waist, forcing you to make contact. The moment he felt your heat on him, he moaned loudly, happy to show you the effect you had on him. He leaned forward and put his mouth on your breasts while he kept an iron grip on your waist and guided you to grind on him, not allowing you to break contact as he shamelessly enjoyed. Fuck, he didn’t even know if the wet patch on his crotch was his doing or yours, but it felt messy and he liked that. With your legs spread at each side of him, he imagined the hem of your dress was nowhere near covering what it was supposed to. Too busy kissing your neck to look, he checked if his suppositions were correct by running his fingers down your side and to your center. At the feeling of lace, he lost it. He groaned, desperate, fisting the front of your underwear and giving it a harsh tug so it dug into your slit. The slight pain and the roughness of the fabric must’ve hit your clit, because you moaned loudly, redoubling your efforts to make him come on his pants.
“Fuck, angel… need to be inside.”
“You clean?”
“Yeah, got tested a couple of wee—.”
“Me too,” you interrupted. “Just fuck me raw, I’m on the pill.”
“Slow down, baby, gotta stretch you first,” he smirked seeing how your kisses turned sloppy as you struggled to get him out of his pants.
“Just do it with your cock, then.”
Your words made him curse under his breath. He must’ve been a goddamned saint in a past life, there was no other explanation for his luck. Were you even real? So incredibly sexy and desperate to ride him. Though, as much as the thought of your tight walls suffocating his dick while you struggled to take him turned him on, he needed to calm down for a bit first. With all your teasing, if he let you get your way right now, he’d come the moment he felt your wetness on his tip. And he didn’t want to look like a fucking teenager. He chuckled at both your eagerness and his predicament.
“Patience is a virtue, angel.”
Before you could take him out, Hoseok pushed your underwear out of the way and slid two fingers along your slit, collecting your juices and drawing a couple of circles on your clit. You moaned in his ear with a tight grip on his hair. Shit, you were so damn wet. Before you could protest, both his fingers pushed past your entrance, as far as they could reach.
“Ahh— Fuck!”
You grinded on him, using his hand to fuck yourself, desperate. He could come just with the visuals. Hosek snaked his other hand to the back of your neck, forcing you to look at him, mouths ghosting each other, both too caught up in pleasure to actually kiss. His thumb found your clit once again as he curled his digits to find your sweet spot. It was immediate. The moment he hit it, you kissed him, a loud, lewd moan spilled across his lips.
He felt your walls pulsing around his digits as you came, your whole body heating up and shaking. He let out a grunt too, when you left moon-like nail marks on his nape and detached your lips to throw your head back, basking in pleasure. Hoseok took the chance to suck and bite your nipples, which had been taunting him the whole night, as he added another finger to help you ride out the orgasm. You hummed at the intrusion, and kept grinding on his hand until you calmed down. He looked up at you with a smug grin, chin pressed to your torso. You were a sight he would never forget. Panting slightly, eyes still closed as you came down the high and a pleased, feline smile on your abused lips. A thin layer of sweat made you glow in the neon lights that poured through the windshield. Your coat was off —was it you the one who threw the thing in the back seat or him?—, your hair a mess… the hottest thing he’d ever seen. When you scratched the back of his head, almost petting him like a dog, he was sure you were going to call him a ‘good boy’. You giggled instead, chest still heaving as you met his gaze and he laughed along. He too was out of breath, but still painfully hard underneath you. So hard it hurt. You lifted a bit, releasing his hand and settling your weight back down on his boner without care, which made him grunt. The noise drew a smile on your face.
“Did you enjoy yourself?”
You took his hand to your mouth, lewdly sucking clean the fingers he had fucked you with. Hoseok’s hips thrusted upwards on their own as he heard you moan when you tasted yourself. After a while, you took them out with a pop.
“Very much.”
“Gonna help me out then?”
The weight on him suddenly lifted as you slipped into the seat next to him in one swift move. “Buy me a bottle of wine and take me home first.”
Hoseok’s eyes went wide. “Now?!” Him pointing at his crotch had no effect on you. What a cruel, heatless woman.
“Yes, tiger, now.”
The way you purred the pet name didn’t exactly help with his hard-on.
“Can’t you wait until I’ve fucked you? I’ll take you wherever you want for the other rounds.”
You ignored him and casually checked yourself in the mirror, wiping the smudged lipstick on your cheek and doing that thing that chicks do to brush their hair by ruffling it up even more. Your indifference made him even harder. Fuck, he needed to come.
Still not looking his way, you flipped the sun visor back in place and adjusted your dress. Not that it did much, it barely covered your thighs.
“Well, you were the one who didn’t want to put his cock in me before, so I’m assuming you can wait a little longer.”
“Angel…” he warned, though it came out whinier than he intended. Were you seriously punishing him for not letting you get your way? He was just making sure that you enjoyed yourself! Fuck his gentleman antics, he should’ve stretched you with his cock as you asked for. God, the fabric over his crotch was so painfully tight and wet with his precum and your juices. He palmed himself firmly in hopes that the pressure alone would calm him down. It didn’t, especially since he couldn’t get the image of you licking his fingers out of his head. You finally turned to him and he swore he saw the devil herself.
“I’ll reward you if you are good.”
Hoseok groaned and hit his forehead on the steering wheel. The leather softened the blow, but he wished it didn’t. Maybe then he could clear his head and function like a proper human and not a horny ass animal. You were a menace to his mental health. How in the hell was he supposed to drive when his mind was full of all the nasty things he wanted to do to you? His dick hurt, his balls hurt, his freaking knuckles hurt from how hard he was gripping the wheel. He just wanted you bouncing on top of him. Was that too much to ask?
“The sooner you start the car, the sooner you can fuck me, so hurry up.”
“Fine, I got it! Yeesh, you are fucking bossy, you know that?” He scowled, but did as you said anyway.
“And you like it.”
And he fucking liked it. Hoseok chuckled in resignation. As much as he felt like his dick could explode in any second, he couldn’t even pretend to be mad at you for making him suffer, because he loved your easy-but-hard-to-get attitude. It wasn’t like any other woman he’d met before, you kept things interesting. Hoseok was a man who enjoyed not knowing exactly what to expect next, in case it wasn’t obvious with all the gambling and shit. That was why he kept putting his money on the line, after all. Unpredictable was fun, as well as your middle name, probably. He was getting more and more addicted to that glint in your eyes when you teased him. That shit was almost better than winning at poker. Almost.
You purred in tandem with the engine, sinking down on your seat in delight when you felt the initial rumble. Hoseok noticed how you traced the smooth lines of the console with your fingers. He wished it was his body instead. Your eyes widened a bit when the pilot lights started to change in a satisfying gradient from blue to red and back. The corner of his mouth lifted —he had to pay a sweet amount to get that customized. By your expression, you appreciated the detail. To be completely honest, seeing your sexy ass sitting inside his expensive car did something to his ego. Something that made him want to fuck you senseless on top of his hood. What could he say, everyone has a kink.
His apartment wasn’t that far, but he took a detour so you could enjoy the ride a little bit longer. Plus, he needed to stop by the convenience store to buy your damned bottle of wine. He was out.
The guy at the counter eyed your dress without any subtlety as you two entered, a gesture that you definitely noticed and definitely enjoyed. Hoseok chuckled and took you across the aisles, stopping by the ramen to kiss you. By the toilet paper too. And then by the ice cream, making your nipples scream for attention, which Hoseok was more than willing to give. He bent down to plant kisses there too, his thumb playing with the one his lips missed. Your giggles and whispered moans were the only sounds in the store, that and the rattle of bottles when he pressed you against the alcohol shelf. He made sure the security camera had a good angle. The poor clerk seemed bored. Why not give him something to think about for the rest of his shift? You made out shamelessly, testing out the sturdiness of the metal shelves. He smirked when you pulled him down by the collar of his shirt, needy. Tongues dancing, it seemed like you couldn't get enough of his taste. Neither could he. You bit his bottom lip in protest when he playfully slapped your butt. There was a brief metallic taste, but he paid no mind to it —your hands roaming his chest were too distracting. He dry humped you, maybe a little bit rougher than he should’ve. The action sent a bottle tumbling, glass shattering on the floor. You both froze, then laughed hard.
The clerk looked both annoyed and embarrassed as you, oh, so innocently, apologized. Your pout and the generous bill Hoseok slid across the counter, which covered at least two additional bottles changed his mood. Wine in hand, you send a kiss flying in his direction as the bell jingled behind you. The moment you turned around, neither of you couldn’t stop laughing.
As Hoseok drove home, the chat stayed light and fun. Still flirtatious, though, since it was physically impossible for him not to compliment you and for you not to tease back. At some point he’d slipped his hand between your thighs massaging your skin. He could feel the heat radiating from your center but he didn’t make contact in hopes it would rile you up a bit. He couldn’t wait to put his face there instead. His train of thought had his dick protesting against his pants once again.
“So, what kind of reward are we talking about?” He changed the subject abruptly. You raised a brow, a little bit lost. “You said there’ll be a reward when we get to my place. What is it?”
“Aren’t you a curious kitty cat? Don’t ruin the surprise for yourself.”
“Believe me, knowing is only gonna get me more excited.” He gave a squeeze, which made your legs tense up and trap his hand between them to restrict his movement.
“C’mon, angel,” his voice dropped an octave. “Just a hint.”
There was a pause as you decided if you wanted to indulge Hoseok or not. He took advantage and teased you further, lifting his pinky enough to brush you sex. Wet, again. Apparently he wasn’t the only one in need of some relief. The contact made you hiss and swat him away. Hoseok grinned like a shark at your reaction.
“Fine.”
Oh? He hadn’t expected you to actually agree. That was interesting. Hoseok didn’t miss the dangerous tone the word carried and suddenly he wasn’t sure if you agreeing was going to make things better or worse for his serious case of blue balls.
The click of the seat belt unfastening was the first warning. Your hands cupping his bulge the second. He groaned at the feeling. Then, your mouth was on him. His head whipped down to see you, body leaned over the handbrake and head on his lap. On his dick. The moment your lips made contact, he jumped slightly, making the car swerve a little to the left. He immediately corrected the course.
“Shit!”
“Eyes on the road, tiger,” you taunted.
Hoseok felt your warm, wet tongue tracing his outline. The heat of your breath on him and it was driving him insane. You kept at it for a while, kissing and licking him through the fabric of his now completely ruined pants. When you finally got to the head, you added just a little bit of teeth and then sucked the wetness there. Joining him, you moaned shamelessly too and he assumed you could taste the precum that seeped through his clothes.
“Should I take it out? Or are we going to crash?”
“Yes, I mean, no. I- Shit.” You giggled, squeezing his length harder. Hoseok tried to collect himself enough to form a sentence. “Suck me properly, angel. I wanna feel your mouth.”
“How bad?”
“So fucking bad.”
With a hum, you undid his belt and unzipped him, relieving some strain. Fuck, you were actually going to give him head. In other conditions he would be jumping in excitement. Like a dog waiting for a treat. Long nails caressed his length, making him shiver in anticipation. He wanted to look at you so bad, but he refused to go to the hospital for crashing while getting head. You lowered the waistband of his pants, then slowly, so slowly, did the same with his underwear. You kept them half way, the elastic sitting uncomfortably at the middle of his member, hurting just right. When he was about to protest, you kissed the tip and he lost it. He moaned. Loud. His hand found your hair, fisting it, but his eyes focused on the road. You started sucking and lapping at the base of his head while massaging his balls. Then, you straightened his shaft, making the waistband of his boxers dig harder into his cock. The pain mixed with your touch to make him reach a different level of agony. His grunts, moans and heavy pants made your face light up in excitement. He guessed you liked your men loud. Lucky for both of you, he was. You wrapped your puffy lips around his tip and took him in, bobbing your head and applying pressure to the underside with your tongue. Staying true to your nature, you only went halfway down, making him desperate to feel the back of your throat, to hear you choke. You kept at it for a while, without giving him what he craved. Hoseok could burst into tears. It was so good it hurt. On a specially slow bob, he instinctively tried to push you further down with the hand tangled in your hair. Not a smart move. He felt your teeth around him. Just the softest pressure, but enough to get your warning through. Hoseok grunted in frustration and let you go. Fine, he got the hint: you wanted him to suffer. Going back to sucking him, you hollowed your cheeks and took him a little bit deeper than before. Probably hissed or moaned or whined even, he couldn’t pay attention to whatever sounds came from his mouth when yours was driving him crazy. He felt your breath at his base, so fucking close to where he wanted you, but you refused to give him that satisfaction. Then teeth again, grazing back up along his length and hurting just right. Shit, he was about to come.
“Enough spoilers for now.”
Hoseok did a double take. All of the sudden you were back on your seat, licking your lips like a cat after a can of tuna. It took him a second to process when all the blood in his brain had rushed to his dick. His poor, hard rock dick that was still half out of his pants. The car AC on his wet cock made the loss of your mouth’s warmth way more bitter. He let out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding, turning it into a frustrated groan at the end.
“Gonna seriously leave me like this, angel?”
“Patience is a virtue.”
He couldn’t help but chuckle hearing his own words thrown back at him. The car stopped at a red light, and he took the moment to tuck himself back again. Apparently, you weren’t used to not getting what you wanted when you wanted it. For the second time tonight, he regretted not fucking you like you asked him to. Then his dick wouldn't hurt so much. The fact that you just edged him and didn’t even spare him a look after while fixing your makeup didn’t help with his situation either. In fact, he was getting harder.
“You enjoy torturing me, don’t you?”
“Oops, caught me.”
Hoseok grinned at your uninterested tone and floored it after the light turned green again. The faster he got you to his apartment, the sooner he could fuck you and the sooner he could do it again and again.
That damned window… so bright. Sunrays blinded Hoseok's eyes and ignited a horrible headache behind them. What time was it? He hated waking up with sunburned retinas. That’s why he never left the blinds open. He swallowed, trying to wet his mouth somehow, but it felt like sandpaper down his throat. As he turned around to bury his face on the mattress, he was met with a killer headache. His brain rattled inside his skull, so he scrunched his eyes and focused very hard on making it stop. Wait, where did the pillow go? He lifted his hand above his head and patted the bed looking for it, but realised that there was no bed, no headboard. Ah, fuck. He needed to buy a new one, what a hassle. It was custom made. And why did everything hurt so much? Did a truck run over him? He felt and smelled like roadkill. Hold up, where the fuck was his headboard? Cracking one eye open he scouted the room, disoriented. This was not his apartment, was it? How odd, he could see his wardrobe and the door to the living room if he craned his neck, but that wasn’t supposed to be there. Shit, everything was too fucking bright, and his head was about to explode. His tongue felt like cardboard, so wherever the fuck he was, he needed to get himself water. Now.
As Hoseok started making sense of the space around him, he stretched like a cat and every muscle protested when he did. His feet touched a wall, something smooth and cold. Oh, there was his headboard. So he was home. Then everything came rushing. You. On top, below him, your taste, your smile, the sounds he got out of you. The smell of your sweat combined with his, your nails on his back, his teeth on every inch of your skin. Drinking wine, then mixing the leftover of every type of alcohol he had at hand to make a horrible cocktail. You, just you, glowing like a being out of a religious painting while coming on his dick. The ghost of your kisses, the softness of your lips on his earlobe, just whispering the most nasty things in the sweetest voice… shit, he was hard already.
He sat up at lightning speed, way too quick for his body and his brain seemed to crash into his eyes from behind and then bounce back in place like a water balloon. The sheets beside him were empty. Gone. They still smelled like you. The images of last night would haunt them for the rest of his life. He got to cherish and ruin every inch of you, as you did with him. Fuck, he came so hard, so many times. No wonder he couldn’t move without feeling pain.
“Angel?” He called for you, even though he was certain you had already left. His voice was gravelly and rough. Could be because he just woke up or maybe from how loud he was last night. Kitchen, he had to get to the kitchen.
Some instant ramen and an entire bottle of water later, the situation started making sense. Looking around, the apartment was a mess. There were sofa cushions everywhere. He had kneeled in front of you to eat you out like a dog begging for food. Then you called him a good boy when he lapped you clean after you came and really felt like one. Maybe he even wagged his figurative tail. You tasted so good, and you yanked his hair so hard, he couldn’t stop his grin at the memory.
The kitchen hadn’t been safe either. He fucked you on top of the counter for a while, quick and hard, both competing on who was the loudest and talked the dirtiest. He probably got a victory in the volume department, though you followed closely, but your mouth was definitely the dirtiest. Your filth lingered in his ear still, low, sensual and bossy. Always the bitchy CEO attitude, Hoseok thought. You came hard and laid back on the marble surface, licking your lips, and let out a fucked-out chuckle that he matched. His hips rolled and he slowed his thrusts for you, pace now unhurried and deep instead of breakneck, just to take in your post-orgasm bliss. Goddamn, he should've taken a pic. He kept at it for a minute, probably saying something cheesy to tease you, before you leaned over to bite his throat hard enough to leave a mark. The raised texture of his skin and the reflection looking back at him on the surface of his chrome fridge confirmed it. When he thought he was going to explode from the feeling of your heat, you planted a foot on his chest and pushed him away. Ass swaying, you saunteered to the bedroom and told him to follow, not giving two fucks that he hadn’t finished yet.
“You’ve been a good boy so far, tiger. Time for a treat”, you said. As if he hadn’t been rewarded enough. The screams and moans that you gifted him, the sensation of your walls wrapped around him, how your warmth gripped him like you wanted him to stay there forever would surely haunt him every night. Still, he was a greedy man, and he would take everything you gave him, even if he already got all the fuel he needed to nut in less than 5 minutes for the rest of his life.
You knelt, so, so slowly, racking your nails along his abdomen, down his thighs. From that angle he could see your perfect pout and tits, glistening with sweat. His cock stood there, inches to your face, angry red.
He couldn't help but cup your face sweetly, sliding his thumb across your lips until you opened it for him. A wave of heat came over him, seeing you looking up at him, all ready and pliant all of the sudden, like you were waiting for a command. He wasn’t an idiot, he knew you were allowing him to do so, but he still pressed his thumb against your tongue hard.
“Suck, babe” he demanded, voice suddenly gravelly.
Your immediate compliance surprised him.The only hint of all your snark and bossiness was a faint ghost of a smirk a second before you warped your mouth around his finger, cheeks hollowing. Your eyes closed and you whimpered, needy, enjoying your task as if you had been waiting for it your whole life. Hoseok almost came right there, you really tested his limits. After a few moments, he bent down, a hand on your throat to bring you closer and kiss you roughly while he stroked his dick with the other. He all but drank you, tongue slipping through your lips to taste you and he heard a half moan giggle at his eagerness. With a fistfull of hair, he yanked your head to look up at him. You hissed and bit your lips in anticipation, eyes almost completely black and locked on his.
“Are you gonna behave?” he asked, his voice as low as he’d ever heard it. You nodded, concealing a knowing smile and answered with a teasing undertone:
“Yes, sir. Use me.”
That was his queue to stand straighter, gripping his cock by the base as you stuck your tongue out for him, noticing how you shifted your weight to create some sort of friction between your legs. You were enjoying this as much as him, giving up control completely, even if you both knew it was temporary. He tapped your tongue a few times, precum coating it, before he slid in. Damn, was it possible to die from a blowjob? He started slow, letting you suck and lick and kiss him, gradually taking more and more. At some point, you started teasing more than you should, which didn’t come as a surprise. From the moment you had you knelt on the hardwood floor of his bedroom, he knew that you wouldn’t resist making him suffer, even if you’d agreed to be good, even when your eyes seemed so innocent and you’d let him use your mouth this way and the other. You never played fair, after all. In other circumstances -like 15 minutes prior, for example-, he might have gladly let you get away with it. This time, however, Hoseok was having none of it. Fist holding your makeshift pony tail, he started to fuck your throat. Hard, deep, relentless. As much as he enjoyed your naughtiness, there was a sudden urge to make you behave. None of all that wicked scheming of yours, no thinking of new ways to torture and punish him. He wanted you to focus only on being his pretty fucktoy.
After a while, when his balls hurt so good from how hard and horny he was, all wet with a combination of your spit and his precum and your hands caressing them sweetely, he pressed the base of his cock to your nose, finally -finally- feeling the back of your throat. You gagged at the sudden change of rhythm, trying to get away instinctively. He held you there for a few seconds, before he eased the pressure a bit to give you space to stop or push him away. You looked at him with glossy eyes and tears down your reddened cheeks, mascara completely fucked up, but didn't move. Holy shit, what an image, someone should paint that exact visual in the ceiling of some temple, ‘cause that was as close to Heaven as it could get. Thankfully the alcohol didn't mess up that one. He felt you adjust and take him as deep as he’d been before, breathing slowly through your nose. When he hit your limit again, instead of gagging, this time you moaned, loud, and the vibrations made him shiver.
“Fuck, angel,” he rasped, scratchign your scalp in an affectionate gesture. “You like it that much, huh? You take it so well, made to fit me.”
He almost could hear now the way hummed in agreement, how you’d let him use your mouth as he pleased, so, so good for him. You were insatiable and wanted it as hard and dirty as he could give it to you. Every now and then he slid back an inch to make it easier for you, so you could relax your jaw, and every time your nails drew crescent moons on his ass as you pushed him deeper again, almost offended at his regard for your need to breathe. He chuckled at your neediness when he saw how you closed your eyes and rocked your hips back and forth in hopes for some relief.
After using you for a while, he came down your throat with a moan that shifted into a growl, and you swallowed like a good girl as you looked up at him; round, doe eyes, lashes batting and all. However, he feigned innocence lasted all but ten seconds before you whipped out that feline smile of yours, full of teeth and bad intentions.
When he slipped out of your lips, spots still shining behind his eyelids, you took his half soft cock in your hand and began pumping fast, overstimulating him. Hoseok whined and twitched, pleading for mercy, not sure if said mercy was for you to stop or keep going. The sensation was too intense, much closer to pain than pleasure, and yet he craved it. He came hard again shortly after, an orgasm that felt almost forced out of him by the devil between his legs. He painted -or rather you painted, since that had been all your doing- your lips and chest, cum sliding down your hard nipples and landing either on your thighs or the floorboards. There was so much of it, he recalled. In the heat of the moment seeing you covered in it simply made him want to do it all over again, but now it seemed impressive, given he had just finished two minutes before. Maybe his body knew what you wanted, maybe the dog had been already trained.
You gathered some of his seed on your fingers and brought it to your mouth. The flavor made you groan, satisfied. Then you told him to clean the rest, and, boy, was he happy to obey. Hoseok joined you on his knees on the floor to take his time savouring you, nipping at your tits and massaging every inch of you. His bitterness mixed with your sweat and the taste of your skin.
Needless to say, you didn’t appreciate his teasing, how he slid his long fingers between your folds and circled your clit. He dipped a couple of them inside you just to taste you again, then he kissed you, sharing your flavor with you. His mouth was all over your body, mapping every curve and ridge. Your hips got impatient, as you humped his thigh, trying to get him to pick up the pace. When you voiced your frustrations in a not-so-polite manner, he just smirked and slapped your ass, hard.
“What’s the rush? Want something, angel?"
You must’ve had enough of his disregard for your neediness, because you yanked him to stand, pushed him on the bed with force and got on top of him.
“Funny how you think you are in charge here, baby boy.” Your pupils were completely blown out, and your hand shot to his throat as a warning. Rocking your hips, your wetness coated his cock as it slid through your folds. He moved to grab your waist in anticipation, but you slapped him away with a smirk. You looked like a valkyrie as you looked down at him, chip proudly up. Hoseok snorted at your action, hands up in surrender and arched a brow. He knew damn well he shouldn't poke the beast, but he was a risk-taker.
“I get it, you’re the boss. So act like it.”
At that, you rode him, in the most literal way of the word. He remembered the animalistic way he bucked up into you. In that moment, he needed you. No logic, no thoughts, just a burning need to fuck the lights out of you, to come while kissing you. That might have been the closest to experiencing primal instinct and desperation that he ever had in his life. And you just effortlessly molded your movements to his, circling your hips and arching your back the right way, rolling your body with ease and taming him.
The next couple of hours were a blur of wet slaps of his skin on yours, whimpers, needy kisses and orgasms. Fast forward a few rounds, your head on his chest drawing circles on his abdomen, laughing at something stupid he said, a snarky comment, a lift of your brows. Him rock hard again, sensitive as fuck, but still ready for you. This time you left him wanting and fell asleep with your back to his front, exhausted. He would never admit this, cause you would make fun of him and call him a creep or make some joke about him catching feelings, but he watched you sleep for a while and enjoyed seeing you without any mask for the first time. So soft looking, so untroubled. Hoseok wondered if anyone had ever really gotten to know you, the real you. Probably not and probably no one would. His eyelids close with a thought: if he had a type -which he didn’t since he wasn’t picky- it’d be you.
When he returned to his bedroom, he realised there was a note on the nightstand.
Great night, but gotta go, tiger. Time’s gold.
He snorted. At least you said goodbye, in your own way. You didn't seem the type to stay for breakfast, and lazy morning sex. No, you belonged in the realm of the city after dark, where you could slip easily back in the shadows and disappear. How unlike you, though, to leave a note. Unless…
His hand shot up to check his wrist: the watch was gone. He looked for it everywhere, although he already knew exactly where to find it. Despite how pissed he was -it cost a small fortune-, he couldn’t help but laugh.
“That little minx… Guess it’s poker night at Dionysus again.”
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