Adage 💜
SX Seoul Series | Hoseok's Entry
PAIRING: Hoseok x (f) Reader (you can also read it on AO3 or Wattpad)
SUMMARY: You have an exclusive interview with the event coordinator of SX Seoul, who happens to be your teenage crush.
WORD COUNT: 5.2 k
GENRE: old crush, pwp, smut
RATING: Explicit
WARNINGS: bratty reader, soft Dom!Hoseok, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, pulling out, handjob, nipple play, dry humping, leg humping, hair pulling
A.N.: Whoa, those Hobi concerts were just what I needed to finish this series. Plus, now that the series' visuals have been fully revamped (thank you, @eerieedits!!), I had even more reasons to! Thank you to @moonleeai for being incredible and catching all my mistakes! Hope you have fun with the last SX Seoul series entry! 💜
Masterlist | Masterpost | Scroll my stories on Tumblr | Schedule and WIPs
You walked down the busiest street of Itaewon, your black boots tapping on the ground as you hurried and tugged your handbag’s straps further onto your shoulder. The sun was barely visible between the clouds, but it helped you avoid the puddles just as much as the passerby as you muttered to yourself.
“Hello, I’m— Good afternoon, my name is—” You swallowed and brushed your hair behind your ear as you went down the street, the cold winter wind chilling your legs under your long beige skirt. “I’m a Vice contributor, and I’m here to brief you on a piece on—”
You staggered as the buildings on your right suddenly gave way to a large and tall staircase leading to a parallel street. It was deserted, but you imagined that at night, it filled up with clubgoers waiting in line, chatting with a drink in hand, or waiting for a cab.
Right now, though, it had only the casual shoppers and folks going out for coffee on a Saturday afternoon, so the lively lights that marked the club’s presence were off.
Still, you straightened your cream coat, smoothed your hair, and climbed the few steps needed to enter the closed club. You raised your hand to press the doorbell, then figured they’d want some type of identification for—
The heavy metal door suddenly opened, and you bowed instantly, your heart nearly escaping out of your mouth as it raced so quickly. An older guy held the door open for you and jutted his chin, “He’s inside, you can go in.”
You swallowed your heart back down and bowed your head again, making your way in.
Once inside, the door closed behind you as you marveled at the place. Perhaps because it was always crowded in pictures, you never imagined it was so… wide. The coatroom looked nice and big, as did the couches around the hall before stairs could be taken up or down to reach the club rooms. The faint smell of smoke and liquor lingered in the air, but it wasn’t so pungent you were bothered. In fact, you expected things to look greasy and sticky; after all, those places typically had no magic without the lights, the drinks, and the people. But it was actually pretty nice.
You turned back and realized the man who had let you in was gone. Looking around, there was no one who could help you find your way. How were you supposed to know where to go?
“Hey!” Someone called from upstairs, and you stepped forward to peek up. “You can come on up!”
He shouted and disappeared, so you couldn’t take a good look, but your heart still somersaulted.
Before you moved, you smoothed your coat again and swallowed your emotions. It was the same name; it did not mean it was the same person. You were there to do your job, not to act like a fool. You started climbing up the stairs as you convinced yourself to keep your cool and go over what you would say.
“It’s my pleasure to interview the event coordinator of SX Seoul,” you muttered under your rushed breath as you went up the stairs. “Someone regarded as a pioneer in multiple genres, fostering a comfortable home for multiple underground events—”
You sucked in a breath when you got to the last step. The doors were open in front of you, showing a long room flanked by windows that were exceptionally letting the daylight in. All tall tables had been pushed against them, creating the illusion the space was even more prominent.
As you walked in, your steps echoed. On your left, the opposite wall, covered with mirrors and an extensive bar, revealed itself along with him. He was putting down the phone after ending a call, but you hadn’t even noticed because recognition froze your steps.
He looked taller and more buff than you remembered. His white top and zip-up hoodie perfectly framed his shoulders, contrasting with his dark, wavy hair falling just below his ears. The tight black military pants and military boots he had on offered a stronger look that had you averting your eyes quickly. Recognition looked good on him because he instantly brightened up and smiled so brightly that your heart trembled.
“Whoa! I can’t believe it,” he beamed, circling the bar counter to get to you. You noticed then the big silver buckle of his belt, the way his hips moved— And forced your eyes to meet his. His smile was as dazzling as you remembered. He said your name, yet you simply blinked, making him stop in his tracks. “Right? I mean… Do you remember me?”
“Of course,” you blurted, then felt sweat thread down your spine. You cleared your throat, trying to save face. “Jung Hoseok… How could I forget our hope?”
His smile widened as he laughed with delight at hearing the nickname he had back in high school. “It’s embarrassing if you say that…”
You shook your head, still befuddled. “Not if it’s true.”
He laughed freely then, showing no embarrassment or regrets as he neared you. “Well, what about you? Don’t tell me… You’re the journalist I’m supposed to meet?”
You nodded, and the reason you were there suddenly rushed to the forefront of your mind. You bowed deeply in a greeting. “I’m here to brief you on tomorrow’s interview. I thought it would be easier than a phone call, and your team said I could drop by today…”
He was nodding before you even finished talking. “Of course, gladly. Woah, this is— I’m a bit shocked, honestly.”
“I apologize,” you bowed earnestly, and he stepped forward so close to you that the buckle was right within reach.
“No, it’s good! I’m shocked but stoked, trust me.”
You raised your head, straightened your back, and saw nothing but ease and joy in his expression. If anything, it soothed your nerves, too.
He raised his hands. “So let’s get comfortable. I can take your coat.”
“Oh, I know you’re very busy.”
He shook his head with an incredulous smile. “Always putting others before you. I see some things never change.” Heat rose to your cheeks, but he reacted before you did after gently nipping his bottom lip. “What if I tell you it will be an excuse to take a long-awaited break? Won't you chat a bit with me?”
You almost shook your head in disbelief; instead, you chuckled and obliged. Hoseok was also exactly as you remembered as he reached to readily take your coat and lead you back to the bar. His charisma always mesmerized you, yet his attentiveness and perfectionism always drew you in. He didn’t have to be the coolest or most popular kid at school; many of your former high school friends would have said he wasn’t. Yet, the way you remembered him, there was no one cooler. Especially when he always helped you and rooted for you.
He placed your coat on the bar counter and pushed a bar stool for you before circling the bar. “Is it okay if I offer a drink?”
You sat down, put your handbag on the stool behind you, and brushed your hair behind your ear. “As long as I’m not abusing your goodwill…”
He laughed as he started grabbing what he needed. “You’d never.”
You couldn’t really see his reaction until he sat next to you, holding a few bottles of strawberry soju and two glasses.
“Still your favorite, I hope?”
You chuckled and nodded, waiting for him to pour you the first glass. “How do you even remember that?”
His smile became mischievous as he made sure to pour both glasses quickly. “You’d be surprised.”
You grabbed your glass. “By your elephant’s memory?”
He chuckled. “Something like that.”
You clinked glasses and drank your first shot together, neatly putting the glass back on the counter while he looked at it and let the taste and alcohol burn him.
Then he also put it down, looking at you. “Didn’t remember it so sweet.” You had to chuckle at his grimace, and he continued, “What happened to you?” Your easiness faded a little, and he tried explaining, “I mean, one day, you were there; the next, you weren’t.”
“You noticed it?” you asked, the slightest hint of skepticism passing through your expression as you reached to play with your empty glass.
“Of course I did,” he retorted, eyes dropping to your hand. He stayed motionless and only looked at you. “A precious classmate disappeared.”
You smiled and let go of the glass. “Nothing bad happened; I just changed high schools. My parents didn’t think I had a future in anything art-related, and I dropped out of every trainee program I entered.”
“That’s awful,” he nearly gasped, seemingly more outraged than you were.
So you chuckled. “Not really.”
“How can you say that? You’re such a good dancer!”
You couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “What?! No, I’m not!”
“You are!”
“I think you might have mistaken me with somebody else.”
“I have not!” He was already leaning toward you with his arm on the counter and looked almost about to jump off his seat, but you simply gave him a look, asking him to be reasonable. “You might not have excelled at other things, but you danced very well. I remember,” he underlined, yet you didn’t change your posture or expression. It seemed nonsensical to think someone like Hoseok would remember you, so you assumed he was just trying to be nice. He jumped from his stool. “I’ll prove it.”
You bit your lip as he moved to the DJ mixing station and fumbled with whatever was on there. You weren’t being coy; you honestly didn’t think you were better than the average person, so you couldn’t figure out why he’d be so set on proving you wrong.
“Maybe you don’t remember it…” he voiced quietly before a familiar beat started from the speakers and gave you goosebumps. “Do you remember our Junior year dance project? We had to dance to this song.”
You nodded, remembering it all too well. “The Mannequin song… Everyone was so excited because SNSD did a special on KBS…”
He chuckled as he neared you again. “We all wanted to go viral on YouTube. But do you remember what the test was?”
In all your years, you thought the view of Jung Hoseok walking toward you with those eyes would make you melt into a puddle on the floor. Yet, instead, you were calm, letting your heart leap slightly as you thought back to all those years ago.
“Hmm… We all had to know the choreography and then would be paired randomly for the test. One boy and one girl.”
“Right,” he confirmed, biting his lip to hide a smile as he reached out his hand. “Come on.”
“Oh no no no no,” you instantly flinched. He insisted with a firm gaze, and you just felt your palms sweat. “I— I don’t remember it anymore!”
“You don’t?” he asked, sadness spreading across his features. “Really?”
You opened your mouth and hesitated, mutely going back and forth with him with glances and grimaces while your heart squeezed inside your chest. At least until you sighed and relented, “I might remember a little bit—”
“Perfect!” He grabbed your hand and pulled you along to the center of the room, where you could face the mirrors since the high tables were all pushed to the windows. He left you there to play the song from the start, then joined you with a smile. “Let’s do it!”
You smoothed your white shirt and gave him a look as he looked at you, posed in the posture you both were supposed to start once Trish started singing. You puffed briefly as he smirked, just waiting for you to be ready on time, and you were.
You didn’t know you’d remember it well, but as you moved, every sharp movement came back. Every snap of your fingers, every sway of your hips, and especially every time you looked back at him because you two were supposed to mirror each other perfectly.
One second, the song was starting; the next, it was ending. You had to wave your hand in front of your face to catch your breath and cool down, but Hoseok was already rushing to the DJ mixing station to put on another song. You tried to refuse, but it looked like Hoseok was having the time of his life reliving every song and every choreography with you. The most surprising wasn’t even that you remembered them all, but that you had fun dancing with him again. Suddenly, it felt like you were a teenager again, having the time of your life, dancing with your crush.
After at least a dozen songs, if not more, you had already unbuttoned your shirt a little, revealing the beige top underneath. He had removed his hoodie, and instead of reaching for water from the bar or sitting down to catch his breath, he chose to throw his arms around your neck.
For a second, his full weight crashed on you, and you grabbed him to prevent the both of you from going down. You did it on instinct, the type of play you would have had when you were seventeen. But you weren’t teens anymore.
You didn’t pay any attention to whatever music started playing after the one you just danced to. Instead, your breath deepened as you realized that he was purposefully not only keeping you close but also keeping your personal bubbles perfectly merged.
“You see…” he breathed, wiping the sweat off his brow. “How could I have forgotten? When I’ve beaten myself up over this so many times.”
“What? Over what?”
He smiled at your confusion. “I never got to ask you… For senior year, we had to dance with one partner for the final project. All styles, a year-long project. I was going to ask you, but you left.”
You felt the heat burn your cheeks. “You— You were?”
He chuckled. “Yes.”
“But… I mean.” You swallowed, trying to be rational. “You never really said anything about it to me.”
“They call it being an awkward teenager.”
He laughed, and you frowned. “You were not awkward.”
“But I never told you I wanted you as my partner.”
You swallowed dryly, having trouble hearing those words from his lips so close to you that his breath was fanning your face. “Well, I… would have said yes.”
His eyes locked with yours as though trying to see if you meant it, and he must have been pleased because he smiled. “You would have likely found out I had a big fat crush on you.”
His voice was secretive, and you swallowed dryly, instantly letting your truth out of your lips. “Well, you would have found out for sure that I had the hugest crush on you, too.”
His eyes connected with yours for a second, staying on your lips for the remainder of your words so he could read them. You were left breathless, deaf by the racing sound of your heart above the music. Now what?
You could swear he was leaning closer to you, but he straightened back when the music shifted to something slow-paced. His arms lowered to your waist as he paced in place with you in his arms, still absolutely breathless.
“I hope there’s no competition about whose crush was bigger,” he teased, pulling you just a little closer to him. You let him, almost falling into him and shortening any lingering distance between you.
You blinked up at him, dazed by how dashing he was. “Of course not.”
“We should be partners,” he declared cheekily, smiling as you slow danced with him.
“I agree.”
You might have whispered, but he heard you. He smiled. “Happy you accepted to dance with me after all?”
You hummed. “Very.”
It was easy to slip into his embrace and sway according to his direction. No matter the sweat, the heat, or the media badge lost in the bottom of your handbag, it all seemed meaningless when you were living your teenage dream.
But your body seemed keen on reminding you that you were no longer a clueless teenager. You both had aged well and if you could have thought your attraction to him was innocent, now you knew it was anything but. If anything, Hoseok had become even more charming and confident, and you were already weak for him.
The heat and the sweat only intensified as you kept your bodies close and tangled. Holding your breath wasn’t enough when his breath down your neck made you shudder. Your fingers gripped his hair involuntarily to keep him closer, and he groaned quietly, nuzzling down the collar of your unbuttoned shirt.
His hands were respectfully on your waist, but what your bodies were doing was sinful. He guided your hips to move with his, and you complied, going above and beyond to leave no molecule of air between you. So much so that your movements could have been seen as lewd, but at that moment, you couldn’t care less. He could guide you in any other direction, and he chose to keep you close.
He nuzzled up your neck to whisper into your ear, “I want to kiss you.”
You moved your face to meet his but didn’t close the distance. Instead, you looked into his eyes, seeing his want as you hoped he saw yours. His eyes hooded, shortening the distance enough to ghost your lips, and you closed your eyes.
His mouth pressed to yours softly, and before you could fully grasp how this would go, his kiss was taking over you. His lips pressed and brushed, exploring, eager to discover everything about you while you tangled your fingers with his hair, mirroring him. His hands felt your curves unapologetically, and so yours swam under the hem of his tanktop, not holding back either. His firm and taut abs under your touch made you groan softly, and he pulled away, letting you breathe.
“You have no idea how many times I thought about this moment,” he whispered, pecking your lips once more as though he couldn’t help himself.
You opened your eyes, barely able to say your own name, let alone put on any brakes. Still, you tried speaking, “About kissing me?”
He smiled. “About meeting you again and telling you how I felt. I regret never having the guts to do it. To take you out, to confess, to face your rejection if it came to it. I shouldn’t have taken your presence for granted. Don’t want to do it again.”
His lips traced your cheek far more gently than you were craving. You gripped him close. “You don’t have to worry about the past. I heard you, loud and clear. I wanted you then, and I want you now.” Your hips moved as though with a mind of their own, and you realized your skirt had raised past your hip, revealing not only your legs but how you were shamelessly grinding on his thigh. You finally had a mind to hold back. “But if you don’t want to continue, I fully understand—”
His mouth was on yours in a split second, moving so quickly that you couldn’t keep up. You could feel the goosebumps rake up your arms and legs and knew it would only get worse from there. He held you closer as his lips ravished you, finally pushing past the seam of your lips to find out that much more about you. Yet, as you were busy with his untamable kiss, you barely noticed how you were stumbling back while wholly caught up in him. You realized it only when your back hit the bar counter, making you gasp.
He relented his onslaught on your mouth to leave a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your neck, and you were able to breathe. He was pressed to you, grinding a hard-on on you just as shamelessly, making you grin. Your hand moved to tangle with his hair as his mouth lowered to your cleavage, and you simply closed your eyes. It was funny to think you dreamed of this so many years ago and were finally getting to experience it — your teenage self would have kicked her feet and squealed. Perhaps you weren’t as naive or in love as back then, but you wanted him much more now if that was possible. When his hands lowered to grip your ass and spread your legs to accommodate him, you moaned and were reminded exactly why.
He was cute and gentle growing up, but now there was confidence in every gesture and look that made you soft. He held you against the bar counter, parting his mouth from your cleavage to kiss your mouth and own it so easily that your legs were mush, even though he was holding them. Your hips swayed with his, blatantly telling him exactly what you wanted. Yet despite the way you were burning and gushing between your legs in anticipation of the real deal, he only kept kissing you. He moved with you and released little moans into your mouth when you jerked your hips in a way he didn’t expect, but he wasn’t going further. At least not yet, and you didn’t have it in you to wait.
You leaned back on the counter with one arm, taking support with your bent elbow before reaching your other hand between your bodies. His hips stammered as your kiss became uneven and your hips became erratic, but he soon understood what was going on. His eyes followed your hand unbuckling his belt before looking up at you.
“Keep going,” you whispered, lust fueling your every breath. “Don’t stop now…”
If there was any hesitation on his part, it vanished right there. He gripped you better in his hold, giving you time and space to undo his pants and stick your hand inside his boxers. He wasn’t shy about it, pecking your cheek as you grabbed him and pumped. His breathy moan against your cheek made you even hotter to the point that you needed to hear more of it. Yet stroking him wasn’t enough, even when he looked into your eyes like that as you did it. His skin was soft and warm, contrasting with the thickness and hardness in your palm, and you were greedy. His hips started swaying you again, his eyes barely able to stay open and locked with yours as his arms lost strength. And still, you didn’t miss one step of that rhythm, knowing that if you played your cards well, you’d have him on his knees in three, two, one…
You were jolted up suddenly, and everything happened faster than you could process. In a second, he picked you up, dragging a nearby stool with his foot to slip under you. Your hand didn’t lose contact but lost its rhythm, and even though you were now comfortably sitting down, things didn’t become easier for you.
Because now he had his hands free to grab your head and overpower you with his kiss. You were so dizzy that you could barely do anything but try to match his fiery tongue as you gripped his length in your hand, and unbeknownst to you, it drove him wild. He was so lost and equally consumed in everything you that by the time he caught on, he was already dragging harsh fingertips up your hips, marking you as your skirt raked to give him access to what he wanted.
He broke your kiss apart in time to let you both breathe and paused despite the eagerness making both of you tremble.
“Are you sure?” he asked, pressing your foreheads together to keep himself from seeking your taste again.
You had goosebumps from the way his fingers pressed down on your flesh, and just the anticipation was making you dizzy. Your eyes snapped open to meet his, and the certainty that Hoseok was exactly the type of man you wanted made the fire inside you barely containable.
Still, you were able to breathe out, “Please.”
It was enough to have him all over you, pressing his mouth to yours and holding you with a hand at the nape of your neck while his hand dove under your skirt. You kept holding onto his excitement firmly, feeling the wet traces reach your fingers, yet what made you whimper while his tongue battled yours was his deft fingers skimming your core. You suddenly wished you had skipped the underwear this morning, but fortunately, it proved no obstacle for him. He was agile in brushing the fabric aside, groaning into your mouth as soon as he picked up on how wet you were.
From there on out, it was as though all barriers had been lifted, and there was no more use for words. You pulled on his hard cock to align with you as his hips pushed forward, helping you do it as quickly as humanly possible. With a thrust, he pushed inside you, opening you so bluntly that it knocked the air out of your lungs.
Yet all you did was let your chin drop and sink your nails into his bare shoulders. He cursed under his breath, thrusting again to accommodate himself inside your walls, and you let your head fall back. The stool you were on wiggled under you, but you wouldn’t fall, not while he had you. His foot pushed the stool to hit the bar, and his hands gripped your hips to keep you in place as he started a sweet dance.
Your toes curled inside your boots with every snap of his hips, spreading liquid heat through your whole body. You were unashamed to admit that you were covering him in slick, letting him slide inside you only to tighten up around him as you clenched and gritted your teeth. It was overwhelming, so torrid and intense you had no control over your hips rolling to match him. All you knew was that the way he fucked into you was divine, bringing you closer and closer to losing yourself, and that was all you ever wanted.
You thought you’d reach your limit soon but could swear he wouldn’t let you. His hand pulled your head back to reveal your neck, and the way he nibbled, sucking until it bruised, and making you gush around him even harder, convinced you he was possessive. That he would direct your fuck as he did your dancing, and it was the hottest shit in your fucked-out daze. You wanted him to fuck you there and leave you a heap on the floor, absolutely ruined for anyone else. You craved it; you almost begged for it, but your pleasure was rolling in fast.
Perhaps he noticed it because he relented with a quiet growl, and you chuckled under his lips. You could feel him twitching inside you, edging himself, making himself last, but you were proud to be a vice and would throw his control easily if he let down his guard.
You bit your lip as you squeezed around him, making it just a little harder for him, and he saw it. It was hard to hide the glint in your eyes; it wasn’t just pure lust or the pleasure flowing in your veins. There was Hoseok, of all the men on earth, fucking you so wet and right your skirt was likely ruined. Maybe even the bar stool. You chuckled at the thought.
His eyes darkened as he unglued his chest from yours. You raised an eyebrow, too fucked out to react quickly, when he pulled your shirt down, forcing it until your bra was under your chest. You moaned, both surprised and delighted with the way he handled you, and even more when he nibbled your skin down until he could slip a nipple inside his mouth.
“What the fuck—” you moaned in a long whimper, squirming under him.
You liked having his tongue teasing your nipple, but you didn’t expect the angle to open the way for his palm to spread over your lower stomach and his thumb to reach your clit. The stool moaned and hit the bar counter behind you as he slammed into you so much harder, purposefully keeping a steady pace while fucking the daylights out of you.
So much so that you were moaning without control, leaving red marks on his shoulders and squeezing around him so much that he had to let go and curse, even though this time, it wasn’t on purpose.
His hand wrapped around your hair at the back of your nape, and you kept your back arched, aligning perfectly so he’d hit you deep with every pound, all while his thumb made you see stars.
“Fuck—” he didn’t stop cursing. “Cum— Cum now, fuck—”
Your mind lit up with the permission. Your legs wrapped around him so he’d fuck you deeper, and you didn’t even have to count the number of times he fucked into you until you were cumming so intensely that you stopped breathing.
The way your pleasure was unleashed, making you clench and suck his cock further inside you, was only topped by the way he kept rutting into you, now a bit more desperately. This man really wanted to get his cock milked and slicked perfectly, and you were happy to have the pleasure. The thought alone made you feel powerful, but the way he moaned and fell apart once you looked at him hit the bullseye.
The stool slammed against the bar counter a few times as he gripped your hair so much that the sting could only make you clench harder. You were eager to feel him coming undone inside you, but he was able to pull out and cum on your leg, offering you a sinful view of his pink cock spurting cum over you. It shouldn’t have looked this hot or made you feel this wronged, but you understood your thoughts were only the aftermath of your still throbbing and now empty pussy.
Looking at him soothed you, though. He was panting, looking like a million bucks while sweating sexiness with every heave of his chest. You chuckled at your thoughts, wondering if that shouldn’t have been enough to fuck the silly and horny out of you when he relented the grip on your hair but didn’t let you go.
It was enough for you to finally look at him properly and notice his eyes were still dark.
“I’m just getting started,” he noted quietly, looking down.
You clenched at the view — he was still hard. Damn hard, even though you had just seen him cum without a shadow of a doubt. His cum was dripping down your thigh and getting soaked into your skirt.
He must have noticed it, too, because he reached behind you and grabbed a few napkins, using them to clean you as much as he could before crumpling them in balls and tossing them back.
“If that’s okay with you,” he added more relaxedly, and you stared up at him in wonder. Where had he been all your life?
He gave you a look that demanded a response, and you just chuckled again, wrapping your legs around him.
