Synopsis : Kim Namjoon rules a mafia empire hidden
behind a billion-dollar company. Y/N has spent years as his loyal assistant, guarding both his business and his blood-soaked secrets. When his traditional family demands a girlfriend, she's forced to fake play the role she's dreamed of for years. In a world where every touch is a lie, resisting the man she's always wanted
becomes impossible.
Pairing : mafia! Namjoon x assistant! reader
Genre: fake dating, girlfriend x boyfriend, one side, mafia au, rich au, smut, mature themes, dirty talking.
no you don’t understand i CAN’T choose between modern!aerion white trash southern gothic trailer park ethel cain subtext and modern!aerion uni nepobaby classist yves saint laurent gossip girl undertones
Being rich and bringing Soap to your home like a stray dog. Pampering him until he has to go back, then sending him gifts while he works. Simon's curious ass follows him home, standing on the doorstep while you look him up and down.
"Wha ye think? Can I keep him?"
Simon tenses as her gaze passes over him again. Then shivers when she smiles.
But “just curiosity” somehow turned into three straight days of deep-diving into the enigma that was Lin Lié.
And what you found only made the mystery worse.
He was originally born in Shanghai, that much was certain. But at some point during his early teens, he was taken in—officially adopted, in fact—by Danny Rand, the brilliant young CEO of Rand Corporation. Why? That part was unclear.
The records were vague. Some articles hinted that Rand had “seen something in him.” Others implied there had been some kind of private ordeal or family tragedy. But none of the official bios explained what made a reclusive billionaire take in a stranger’s child like a personal heir.
Now, Lié was pursuing a master’s degree in business, tucked away at one of the most exclusive universities in the world—a place so selective it didn't even appear on public college listings. Photos were rare. Leaks even rarer.
Still, he wasn’t exactly invisible. Far from it.
Lin Lié had been voted one of the world’s top 10 most eligible bachelors in a Forbes-style magazine spread. There he was—your mysterious, dark-eyed savior—staring back at you from glossy covers with a look that made your knees weak all over again.
You didn’t mean to spend your entire monthly allowance on fashion and business magazines, but you did. And you definitely didn’t mean to organize them on your desk in order of how much chest he was showing in each one.
Your favorite? The Ferrari shoot.
He was leaning against a scarlet red sports car, sunglasses hanging from one finger, the wind catching the edges of his blazer just enough to show a peek of his toned abs underneath a designer dress shirt.
You thought it was just a prop. Until an article mentioned that the car wasn’t rented. It was his, because of course it was.
You stared at the photo for longer than you cared to admit, heart fluttering stupidly every time you remembered the way he had looked at you in the club—like you were the only person in the room.
This man had everything. Money. Power. Looks. Mystery.
And for one strange night…
He had picked you.
But something about him stayed with you beyond the surface. Beneath all the wealth and the beauty, there was something else. Something haunted. The way his eyes darkened when he saw that creep touch you. The way he smiled like he knew things you didn’t. Like he had secrets folded between every breath.
And worst of all?
Even after all your research, you still felt like you were missing the most important part.
Person A: He has good genetics.
Person B: I mean, he’s okay looking, but-
Person A: By genetics I mean generational wealth.
Person B: …So you’re marrying rich.
Person A: I will have rich babies.
warnings: cussing, smut, mentions and consume of alcohol
a.n.:
so I saw this edit:
https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMFLDuKtH/
and when I tell y‘all I RAAN to my notes app.
I wrote this while listening to the morning by The Weeknd (same song in the edit) which the title is also based on, I can only recommend listening to this while reading for a better reading experience.
Enjoy ^^
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“fuck…,” you cursed to yourself while looking at your phone, taking a while to realize how late it already was due to the people moving their their way through the crowds of the roof terrace club, often pushing you on accident.
You were wearing one of the many expensive dresses you owned, the dress barely covering your legs, neither your cleavage, your hair perfectly falling to your shoulders.
Not only your clothes were expensive,
your perfume, jewelry, make up and heels were also all expensive as hell.
After all you weren’t wearing ordinary things for a reason.
Your dad was an extremely wealthy business man, you being his only daughter not making it better.
You always got everything you wanted.
No matter its price, your dad would buy you everything.
He was also eventually the reason you were able to attend such an event. There were also almost only rich people around, some of them having taken non-wealthy friends with them. But there were just a few.
He was right. Your boyfriend is not that much of a party animal and most of all not rich. It happened too often that whenever you tried to drag him to one of your rich-events, you couldn‘t convince him to accompany you. And even when he did, you could feel him getting more and more tense through-out the night.
Don‘t get me wrong, Heeseung is not socially awkward at all.
Quite the opposite, a part of you also fell for his confidence, not being able to hold yourself back sometimes because of the way he would speak only.
Heeseung would NEVER brag about something to anyone or even try to be intimidating.
It was just that he didn‘t feel right whenever he entered one of those events and you could always see the regret in his eyes.
Sometimes you were sure he was maybe even questioning your relationship, not feeling “rich enough” for you and bearing the fear of not being able to spoil you the way you would maybe want to be with him.
But that was exactly the reason you loved him so much.
You were used to people buying you things in order to make you happy. But when it came to your boyfriend, he’d always make you feel special in his own ways which were driving you crazy.
God, were you in love with him.
But that didn’t change the fact that it was already past midnight and you were still drinking even though you promised Heeseung to be already at home at this hour.
In fact, he didn’t mention anything about wanting you to arrive at home at a certain hour. You just felt bad for leaving him alone on a Friday night, though he told you to go, you still said that you won’t be staying long.
You frantically opened your contact list, as you would normally call your uber.
But as you were already sipping on your third drink, you accidentally called Heeseung without actually realizing.
You quickly ran into the restroom, waiting for your conversational partner to answer, only realizing who you’ve actually called after hearing a tired
“You okay?”
Oh.
“Heeseung?” you said, still trying to register what just happened.
“are you drunk?” he asked, a small chuckle being audible right after.
“hmm, maybe…”
“you’re still there, aren’t you?”
Was he worried? Heeseung always had a 100% trust in you, otherwise he would’ve said something multiple times about your outfits.
Instead, he’d often scan your body, pulling you into his arms, telling you that he can’t wait to ruin you as soon as you get home when wanting to leave.
“why? miss me?” you asked teasingly.
“always”
You could feel the silly butterflies in your stomach even though you were drunk.
See?
“Should I pick you up?”
you hesitated for a few seconds, knowing that he was probably tired and already laying in bed.
But in the end the night was still young and you agreed.
“‘Kay”
“Address, honey,” he said after you went silent for a short while, his grin being audible through the phone.
“Right,” you quickly said, telling him were exactly you were.
“Stay inside the building, I’ll be there soon,” you heard him say while also hearing the sounds of his jacket and keys.
“mhm… bye Heeseung,” you said while grinning, being curious about what the rest of your night would look like.
“Bye, y/n, I love you”
“Love you too,” you finally said before hanging up.
You put your phone back into your purse and bit your lip looking up at your reflection while fixing your hair.
…
you were already standing in the huge lobby of the ground floor, having your coat already placed on your shoulders, waiting for Heeseung to arrive.
Your surroundings wouldn’t stop spinning, so you were leaning against a pillar, needing support so you won’t collapse onto the ground, the glances from the employees not making it better.
You weren’t too far away from the huge entry, the current conversations there not passing you unnoticed.
You flinched when you suddenly heard your boyfriend’s voice and he wasn’t clearly talking to himself.
“I’m sorry to disappoint you sir but the entry to this hotel is allowed for guests and owners only”
You drastically ran towards your boyfriend and hugged him tightly.
“Heeseung, finally!”
“He belongs to me, please be nicer to your “guests” and don’t let them wait outside in the chill,” you said as they both kept looking at you pretty confusedly.
You would’ve never said that if you weren’t already intoxicated, Heeseung slowly starting to grin again.
“I’m sorry ma’am, that was thoughtless of me. Have a safe ride home,”
“Au revoir!” you said before intertwining your boyfriend’s hand into yours and leaving the building to where his car was parked.
“Did you have fun?” Heeseung asked, looking down at you.
“Yes. But it would’ve been even better if you would’ve attended Hee,” you answered while looking up at him with puppy eyes.
God where you embarrassing.
Heeseung only chuckled.
“You’re cute, being all tipsy like that. How much did you drink?”
“Hmmm, let me count”
You were looking down at your free hand, trying to figure out how many you had.
“This much,” you held up three fingers grinning widely at Heeseung which made him chuckle even more.
“God, y/n. I thought we could maybe have a nice fuck session and while away the night…but I don’t know if this is still possible with you being all drunk like this”
“Nooooo, the reason I wanted to get home earlier was the same one. Please Hee, I still want you,” you said with puppy eyes again, your hand this time slowly stroking his manhood.
He quickly put your hand away and nervously scanned the area as you were already in the parking lot.
“Y/n!!! Not in public, holy shit”
“Why???”
“Get in the car” he said while holding the door already open.
You held the eye contact with him, pretending to be mad, both of you not being able to stop grinning.
…
When you arrived at Heeseung’s apartment, no one was there, the smell of fresh ramyeoun filling your nose.
“Did you cook??”
“I know you’re hungry baby, help yourself”
“Ugh, I love you, do you know that”
“You do?,” he asked teasingly before you slapped his shoulder.
You quickly got in, throwing you heels into a corner.
“Mh, you know, no matter how much I’m stuffing into my mouth right now, Mh, I’m still starving for something else,” you said, mouth full.
Heeseung grinned at your silly attempt to flirt and stood up.
“I’m gonna jump into the shower real quick, I’ll be right back”
You only smiled at him widely as your mouth was still full.
…
You had already taken off everything, being in your laced underwear only.
His appartement was always hot as hell and you werr already getting used to it as you were doing this from time to time.
You were laying on Hee’s bed, singing to yourself while waiting for him to finish his quick shower.
When he finally came out, you could feel the heat between your legs slowly growing.
You bit your lip and watched him drying his hair with a towel, another being wrapped around his torso.
You grew more impatient from second to second and you couldn’t resist it anymore.
Just as Heeseung was applying some kind of night creme you sighed.
“Ugh, can we please get to fucking, I’ve been waiting for almost 15 minutes now…”
Heeseung grinned at your boldness and closed the little tube.
“Sure you can take it?,” he asked teasingly, as he was hovering above you, his bulge already being pressed onto your core.
“Hee..please,” you sighed as your lips were almost touching, to the point where you could already feel his breath fanning against your mouth.
“Be quiet, or do you want Jake to hear?” he asked before pressing his lips onto yours.
Your eyes shot open and you parted yourself from him.
“Jake is here??!!” you almost shouted, Heeseung being quick to cover your mouth with his large hand.
“Shhhh. Of course dummy, it’s almost 2 am, he’s sleeping in his room”
You had no idea his roommate was there, you just didn’t realize that Jake would be sleeping at this hour cause you weren’t even looking at the clock anymore.
“He could’ve easily seen me. laying here. like this”
He chuckled.
“He won’t come in sweetheart, just be careful to not wake him up”
You probably wouldn’t have agreed to this in the first place but you were so desperate already, you quickly leaned in and connected his lips with yours again, your legs wrapping tightly around his torso.
Both of you were quick to start grinding each other’s cores with each other, to the point where your little whimpers where already filling the room.
You desperately started rubbing his bulge with your hands, quickly pushing the wet towel away.
Heeseung felt you moving your panties aside, wanting to take him immedietely,
“No foreplay? Holy shit, how long have you been waiting?”
“The whole day, now please...”
He grinned and leaned down again, kissing you pationately.
...
When you woke up, feeling Heeseung’s naked body hugging you from behind, your heart dropped.
You barely remembered anything that happened later on in bed, the only thing you remebered being that you didn’t use a condom.
Which wasn’t bad, honestly, you were on birth control.
But you hated the idea of not remebering a love act with your beloved boyfriend.
The fun riding the clouds, the fading in with the clouds, you don’t know, maybe
• Pairing: Rich!Hoseok x (F)Reader
• Genre: Rich!AU, Smut, Humor
• Rating: 18+
• Words: 19.3k
• Summary: Your friend Hoseok decided to use his excessive wealth for good and take the both of you on a much-needed vacation. The flight was meant to be relaxing until he broke out one of his most expensive bottles of champagne.
• Warnings/themes: Both reader and Hobi are tipsy as hell, Dom!Hobi, mile high club, hot use of champagne, swearing, allusions to masturbation, dirty talk, discussion and use of safe words, spanking, oral (f. and m. receiving), deep throating, 34+35, doggy style, unprotected sex (reader is on BC but still), riding, aftercare, jealousy, porn without plot, brief mention of shower sex
• Notes: Inspired by Hoe Hope World and Hobi being a fine piece of work, especially in this GIF; just have Airplane playing on repeat in the back while you read tbh 😬 Hobi’s jet is based off of the Embraer Lineage 1000E (it’s a nice ass jet but the poor in me is screaming) Crossposted to AO3 as well.
• Taglist: @xjoonchildx
Masterlist | DCiMA | Turbulence
It was official. Jung Hoseok had no sense of time whatsoever. Who the hell tells someone to meet them at the airport at a certain time and is going on an hour late?
You could feel the vein in your temple begin to throb as you glanced at your watch once again, a frustrated growl coming out as yet another minute went by. This fucking guy.
The vacation didn’t even start and you were already stressed (not to mention, you had to stay late at the office last night to finish your work and got up at the ass crack of dawn to pack your bag). Thank God the sun was out, giving you an excuse to wear shades that covered your dark circles. You skipped putting on makeup for this douche and he didn’t even have the consideration to show up on fucking time-
“Boo.”
You nearly jumped and dropped your suitcase when a voice whispered directly into your ear. Whipping around, your irritation grew at the beaming look on the culprit’s face.
“Don’t do that! And where the hell have you been?!”
Hoseok laughed, not fazed at all by your anger. “Driving over, duh!”
“No asshole, I mean where have you been, do you not see what time it is?”
He looked at his Rolex. “It is…9:27 AM, 5:27 PM in Moscow.”
The vein throbbed harder now. “Hoseok, you told me to meet you here at 8:00 AM, on the dot. I don’t know if you can’t read your watch or if you’re in a different time zone but it’s not 8 fucking AM! It’s over an hour later from the time you gave me and I am tired, hungry and ready to sock the next sleazy guy who comes up asking if I need a ride. You rich people have no sense of time, I swear to God, it’s like you get money and poof! ‘What’s this thing you call time? All I know is cold, hard cash!’ So fucking ridiculous! I thought this was supposed to be time for us to relax, not to deal with high blood pressure because your friend doesn’t know how to tell the fucking time!”
Stopping your rant to catch your breath, you huffed and puffed as you calmed yourself down. Only now did you notice that Hoseok kept his dark eyes on you the whole time, hands shoved into his pockets as he gave you a bored look.
“Are you done?”
An unintelligible sound left you at his dismissal. “Am I done? That’s it?! You’re lucky we have a flight to catch or else I’d keep ripping you a new one, Hoseok. Hell, we’re probably late as it is and have to run to get to the damn gate now.”
Now he laughed even harder, his head thrown back. Once he collected himself, he gave you a sunny grin. “Y/N, how did you think we were getting there, with a commercial plane?”
“Well, yeah, how the hell else are we going to get to Hawaii? Swimming?”
The taller man sighed as if he was talking to a child. “No, smartass. Did you forget about what I bought earlier this year? The thing that I was so excited about that it was all I could talk about for weeks?”
You had to wrack your brain to figure out just what the hell he could be talking about. But then it clicked as you connected the dots.
For his birthday, he treated himself to his own private jet, finding his business trips becoming more frequent and last-minute. It was a hassle to get a decent seat on commercial flights the later he tried to book them so why not make your own transportation? You remembered the dumbfounded look you had given him when he gave you the news that day. His reasoning rolled off his tongue so casually, almost like he decided to buy a new TV all of a sudden; rich people were truly a different breed.
“The jet!”
“Bingo!”
You rested a hand on your hip and tilted your head in confusion. “Hobi, I thought you said it was going to be strictly for business trips. This, uh, isn’t a business trip, buddy.”
A scandalized gasp escaped him as he rested a hand on his chest. “Y/N, did you really think I was going to subject one of my good friends to a ten-hour flight with cramped seats and screaming babies?”
“Knowing you, yes, you would.”
“Rude!” Hoseok pouted and reached over to bump you in the shoulder with his fist. “Well, I’m not that evil, I really want us to relax on this trip so why not start it off strong?”
A smile couldn’t help but come on your face. “Thanks Hoseok…that’s actually really sweet of you.”
That sunny grin you loved to see beamed at you, his pearly whites nearly blinding you. “Anything for my girl. Now-“ He pulled you to stand next to him with an arm around your shoulder. “I know it’s a private flight but we should get going ASAP.”
“Says the guy who showed up over an hour late.”
“Hush.”
The squeeze to your shoulder made you cackle, giving the taller man a gentle elbow to his side. While the two of you walked, you took in his appearance. Hoseok was always a sharp dresser and today was no exception, donning a black button-up with the top unbuttoned enough to show part of his chest and dark wash jeans that showed off his long legs. A thick silver and diamond chain wrapped around the base of his neck and a matching Rolex and rings sat on his wrist and fingers. Now you were really glad that you didn’t end up coming in an oversized hoodie and worn-out jeans, choosing to wear one of your favorite sundresses with a cardigan instead. Not that your friend would have said anything, you just would have felt like a troll standing next to him.
“Hobi.”
“What’s up?”
“You better let me catch up on my beauty sleep on the plane.”
You didn’t even need to look up at him to see that devious grin. “Mm…no promises.”
You had to remove your shades to believe what you were seeing in front of you.
On the tarmac was a sizeable jet, not quite as big as a commercial plane but enough to be impressive. A flight of stairs dropped from the side where an older man in a crisp white button-up with a tie and pressed black slacks stood, smiling wide at the two of you as you approached.
“Hoseok! Good to see you again!”
Hoseok shot a grin back at the man, pulling him into a hug once he stepped closer. “Cheon-nim, how have you been? Your wife doing okay after her surgery?”
“Oh yes, thank you for asking! She may be bedridden but that mouth of hers is still working like always. Would’ve thought I’d get some peace and quiet but those painkillers aren’t really slowing her down.”
“Hah, you say that but I’m sure you’re glad that she’s having a smooth recovery.”
Cheon chuckled. “Ah, you know me too well by now.” Looking over at you, the man beamed before bowing slightly. “I apologize for being rude, miss, this young man makes me forget my manners. Cheon Kwang-sun, I am the pilot of this aircraft and I am honored to make your acquaintance.”
You giggled at the man’s politeness. “The pleasure’s all mine, sir. Y/N, I’m a close friend of Hoseok’s.”
The pilot straightened up before blinking in surprise. “Is that so? I would have assumed that such a beautiful lady like yourself would be his girlfriend. Then again-“ He motioned you to lean in closer before whispering loudly. “Money and looks can’t exactly guarantee everything in life, eh?”
“Aish, Cheon-nim, I can hear you, you know?! I already have to put up with enough verbal abuse from this one, I don’t need you to add onto it!”
Hobi’s outburst, complete with pouting, made the two of you laugh before you went over to him, gently pinching his cheek. “Down boy. How else will we keep you in place?”
He grumbled and batted at your hand. “By not insulting me, that’s for one.”
“…nah, doesn’t sound that fun.”
The look Hoseok shot you contrasted greatly with the angelic smile you gave him, paired with batting lashes. This pulled another bout of hearty laughter from Cheon. “Ah, the two of you are something else. Now, why don’t you get on board so we can get ready to head out soon?”
Your friend got over the ribbing and nodded at the pilot. “Alright, alright. Come on, Y/N, ladies first.”
You rolled your eyes at how ridiculous Hoseok looked bowing deep with his arm outstretched towards the flight of stairs. “Thank you, kind gentleman.” You gave Cheon a wave and a smile. “Nice to meet you again, sir. Please get us there safe!”
“Of course, young lady! Please enjoy your flight.”
You began walking up the narrow stairs with your luggage, carefully maneuvering until you got inside the cabin area.
“Welcome aboard, miss!”
You looked up to see a woman, probably a few years older than you and just as sharply dressed as Cheon beaming at you, teeth flashing behind painted red lips.
“Please, allow me to take your luggage for you.”
Before you could say anything, Hoseok appeared behind you just as she finished speaking. “Ha-won, what have I told you about that? I can put it away myself!”
The woman named Ha-won laughed softly at him. “Hoseok, what kind of flight attendant would I be if I made my passengers carry their luggage all the way to the back? You’re too kind to me, sir.”
“Aish, trying to butter me up again? I’m not your three-year-old, you know, you don’t have to do everything for me.”
“Nice to see things still haven’t changed with you, still as stubborn as ever. Will you allow me the honor on the return flight at least?”
He looked up at the ceiling as he hummed in thought. “Hmm…I suppose so.”
Ha-won’s lips quirked in victory. “I look forward to it, sir.”
“Yeah, yeah. Y/N, just give me a minute to put our bags away, okay?”
You nodded and watched as Hoseok took your suitcase before walking towards the back of the plane, leaving you alone with Ha-won. She shot you a smile and a bow. “Hello there, miss, are you a friend of Hoseok’s?”
“Yes I am, my name is Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, ma’am.”
Ha-won giggled. “Miss, please just call me Ha-won, I’m not that old yet.”
You couldn’t help but giggle as well. “Oops, sorry. It’s nice to meet you, Ha-won!”
“Much better! You know, this is the first time he’s ever brought anyone else on board with him that wasn’t an associate or his assistant.”
“Huh, is that so? Well, he did say he used this jet for business trips more than anything.”
“Yes, that’s usually what I expect from him. Imagine my surprise when he contacted us saying that he needed to go to Hawaii for about a week. His trips are rarely longer than three days so we assumed that this was going to be a personal trip instead.”
You hummed in acknowledgment. As laidback as Hoseok was, he rarely, if ever, took time off from work. He had admitted to you that this vacation was the longest he had taken since he was a teenager, fearing that being away from the job for too long would bring him nothing but bad luck. You thought he was being worried over nothing but it was hard to not want to comfort the troubled look on his face when he expressed it.
“Oi, are you ladies gossiping about me?” Hoseok returned, eyeing the two of you with an amused smile.
“Oh, nothing too bad, Hobi…just about how you’re a borderline workaholic.”
“…that sounds bad, Y/N. Come on, I want to show you around before we take off.”
Before you could say anything, Hobi took your hand into his and began leading you into the plane, barely leaving you with time to say goodbye to Ha-won. “So what kind of special things do we have on this fancy piece of metal?”
His teeth flashed at you. “Well, hold on tight, there’s all kinds of stuff on here that will blow your mind.”
Just a little further in was a wider area with six spacious seats, two sitting on one side while the other four were paired up to face each other on the opposite side, a table separating them. “So this is the dining area slash conference area. I don’t go in here much when I’m solo, it’s really for when I have my coworkers with me and we need to discuss some plans before we land.”
You nodded, eyeing the light beige décor and gray floral carpeting with admiration. He took you further in, stepping into an even more spacious zone. “And this here is where I spend most of my time!”
Just when you thought the previous area was impressive, this one made your jaw drop. The first section looked like a sitting area with four seats, two on each side with plenty of space in between. Past that was a living room, a long, patterned couch complete with throw pillows on the left while a polished counter on the right housed a flat screen TV (you eyeballed it to be about 32 inches) and a lavish bouquet of flowers. And behind that area was a mirror image of the conference area, making you wonder just how many people this plane could accommodate.
“Damn Hobi…this is insane…”
Hoseok chuckled at your astonished tone. “You think that’s it? Let me show you my favorite part.”
You let your friend continue leading you in until you reached a wooden panel behind the conference area seats. Tilting your head, you watched as he pressed a button next to it, pulling a sound of shock out of you as the panel slid open.
“Mhm. Come on.”
The two of you walked into the room, your jaw dropping even further at what it housed.
“You have a freaking bedroom on this plane?!”
“Ah, not just a bedroom-“ He pointed to the back of the room. “There’s a bathroom too, with a shower inside.”
The amount of disbelief that was going through you was massive, leaving you to shake your head as you processed everything you were seeing. The bed to your left was queen-sized and held many pillows at the head of it; a silver tray sat in the middle with an eye mask and a neatly arranged row of four macarons on it. A flat screen TV, smaller than the other one, was inset in the wall across from the bed. To the right was a countertop where a small bouquet sat next to two large rolled up cloths (you assumed they were either towels or robes). But there was something you were super curious about.
Letting go of Hobi’s hand, you practically ran past him to the bathroom, letting out an ‘ooh’ at it. He wasn’t joking when he said that there was a shower inside, big enough to probably fit two people. The typical toilet and sink were inside as well, along with a small bench situated in front of the windows. Your nose caught a whiff of a pleasant scent wafting in the air, giving the room an atmosphere of relaxation.
“Wow…I’m definitely giving this shower a whirl before we land.”
Hoseok made a face at you. “Aw Y/N, don’t tell me you didn’t shower!”
You smacked him in the chest. “Of course I did, dummy! I just want to see how this works.”
“…it works like a regular shower. Did you expect a robotic arm to come out and wash your back for you?”
“Hoseok, I am trying my best not to beat your ass right now out of gratitude for this trip so don’t push it.”
Before you two could continue bickering, Ha-won’s voice sounded from the bedroom threshold. “Hoseok, we will be taking off in about ten minutes.”
“Thank you, Ha-won. Come on, let’s go buckle in.”
Hoseok took your hand once more and walked the both of you back to the sitting area, motioning you to get comfortable in one of the seats. You sat down and buckled yourself in, making sure the strap was tight yet not constricting. You looked across to see your friend following suit; once he finished, you gave him a double thumbs-up.
“Ready?”
“Hell yeah.”
The two of you gave each other beaming smiles before delving into some small talk. The conversation was interrupted a few times by Hoseok having to send a flurry of texts or even take a quick phone call. It seemed like everyone wanted to bother him one last time before he went on vacation. A few minutes passed until Cheon’s voice rang out over the PA system, giving the usual spiel on weather, altitude and the length of the flight. Now you were starting to feel the excitement, tapping your feet as the jet began crawling down the runway. In about ten hours, you and Hobi were going to be kicking back on the sandy beaches of Hawaii, leaving the stress behind for a whole week. You couldn’t ask for a better vacation.
The first two hours of the flight flew by as you and Hoseok had brunch and caught up on your favorite show on Netflix. It was mind-boggling how homey the cabin had felt, from the smooth ride to the cushioned couch that you were tempted to take a nap on. But your friend who always had too much energy at this time of the day refused to let you sleep just yet, wanting to show you something he had bought for the two of you to share.
“Ugh, can’t it wait until later? My four hours of sleep are starting to catch up to me.”
Hobi gently bopped your nose, making you scrunch it. “No, it can’t. I promise I’ll let you take a nap after I show you, okay?”
You grumbled. “Fine. What is this thing you want to share?”
Your worry about what he had coming increased when his grin stretched even wider. He shut off the TV and took your hand before leading you back up to your previous seats, making you sit down. “Wait right here.”
He opened the door leading into the dining area and ran off towards the front, leaving you alone to twiddle your thumbs. Thankfully (or not, for you were hoping to shut your eyes for a second), he didn’t take too long and came back brandishing a large black bottle and two champagne glasses. “Ta da!”
You blinked. “…Hobi, are you seriously trying to drink right now?”
“Yeah, why not? I get to go on vacation with one of my lovely friends and we won’t have to lift a finger for anything but eating and drinking, why not get a head start?”
“There won’t be much of a vacation if we get hammered before we even touch land!”
Hoseok pouted at you. “Wow, when did you become such a square, Y/N? Just one glass and I’ll leave you alone, I promise.”
You rubbed your tired eyes and groaned in defeat. “Fine, one glass.”
“Yay!” Hoseok did a little dance in place before setting down the glasses and the bottle on the table next to his seat. He ran back again and returned with a corkscrew, getting to work on opening the bottle.
“So what is it, Hobi?”
“This, my friend, is an exquisite bottle of Dom Pérignon, one of my favorite champagnes ever.”
“Oh man, does that mean you blew a couple hundred on this bottle alone?”
He paused after he popped the cork open, giving you a somewhat wary look. “Well…usually but this one was special.”
Noticing the eye he gave you, you pursed your lips and clasped your hands on your lap. “How expensive is this, Hoseok?”
“…oh, about…” He mumbled under his breath as he began filling the glasses up. “$1,000…”
“…excuse me?” Before he could repeat himself, you stood up mystified. “I know you did not just tell me that you spent $1,000 fucking dollars on this bottle of champagne?!”
“Y/N, calm down, it’s not like it’s your money I spent! Besides, this is a vintage one from the 90s that was part of a collaboration with a head designer of a fashion house, there’s only so many bottles that exist now.”
“Jung Hoseok, I don’t care if Jesus himself stomped the grapes and blessed it, that’s ridiculous for alcohol! I’m sure it tastes the same as the basic Dom!”
Hoseok gave you a stubborn look. “Y/N, I’m not stupid. I know someone who actually tasted one of these and they said that there is a difference between this and the regular kind. But we’re not going to find out if you keep nagging me and don’t sit down so I can give you your glass.”
The both of you continued your staring match until you scoffed, throwing your hands up before plopping back down in your seat. All Hobi could do was shake his head as he heard you mumbling something about how rich people were in their own world when he handed you your own glass.
“Alright, if you’re done complaining, can we make a toast?”
You sighed loudly, holding up your flute. “Fine, I guess.”
“Thank you.” He cleared his throat and held up his own. “To us and to the kick ass vacation we are about to have. May we come back relaxed, tanned and five pounds heavier.”
“Hear hear.”
You both clinked your glasses together before taking a sip, your brows raising at the taste of the champagne. While it had the usual taste at first, it quickly translated to something more complex, the bubbles tickling your tongue as you tried to understand what it was about this liquid that was different than the regular kind.
“So does it seem worth $1,000 now?”
You looked up to see your friend giving you a smug smile, having spotted your facial expression as you tasted the alcohol. “Hmph, still wouldn’t say it’s worth that but…it does taste different than the basic one.”
“…I’ll just pretend you said yes so I don’t have to explain the history behind vintage wine prices.”
You chuckled. “Maybe you can give it to me as a bedtime story this week.”
“Oh joy.”
The two of you continued nursing your champagne while talking about everything from the happenings in your personal lives to the stresses of the working place. Hoseok even ended up putting on some music to play through a portable speaker he had brought, a mix of hip hop and R&B playing low in the background. But by the time you had finished your first glass, your fatigue from earlier seemed to vanish. You weren’t sure if it was the interaction, the champagne or the music but your veins were lit with a burst of energy that had you asking your friend to pour you another glass. That glass seemed to go down a little quicker this time as you and Hoseok had an intense conversation regarding how global warming needed to be taken more seriously by world leaders (how the fuck you two ended up on that topic, you had no clue). When you sipped the last drop, you were starting to feel the effects of the alcohol, your face warm and your limbs tingling with a pleasant buzz. Now was the point where you really should have tapped out and went to go curl up on the couch for a nap but your eyes kept going back to that glass bottle, tastebuds vying for more.
“Hobi…”
“Hm?”
You tapped your nails along the empty glass. “Is uh…there still some left in there?”
Of course Hoseok’s dramatic self (now under the influence) had to gasp loudly in surprise, resting his hand on his chest while leaning back. “What is this?! Y/N is actually staying and spending time drinking with her buddy rather than abandoning him to loneliness for the rest of the flight?”
“Hoseok, shut the hell up, I’m not even planning to sleep that long! Just pour me some more champagne!”
“I mean, you could’ve been nicer about it but out of gratitude, I will honor your request.”
You tried to give his shin a kick (only for him to dodge you with his signature laugh) as he took your glass and poured more for you. An incredulous sound left you when he handed it back. “Hobi, this is even more than before, are you trying to get me drunk?!”
“You can’t leave this stuff open for long or else it loses its crisp! Look, I’m taking more too!”
“Oh my God, we’re going to be stumbling off the plane later. Fuck it.” You solidified your dismissal with a large gulp of the alcohol.
The two of you continued with yet another random topic, ending up talking about your dating/sex lives. Not many people could say that they were able to discuss something so personal with their friends of the opposite sex but you and Hobi were an exception. There wasn’t much that you two held back from each other, from what past exes had tried to get back with him to some awkward flings you had this year. He almost had champagne go up his nose when you mentioned one of the weird positions a lover had tried to reenact with you to no success.
“Hobi, I’m surprised you didn’t bring one of your little girlfriends along instead, especially someone like Simone or even Ye-jun.”
“Ah, them. Well, they didn’t even pass my mind when I thought of who to take, honestly. That and they’ll probably take my invitation the wrong way.”
You swirled your champagne in your flute as you quipped. “You mean that you want to make it official and take them on expensive private flights and shopping trips before putting a ring on it?”
He scoffed. “Yeah, like that will ever happen. They’re a little too clingy for my liking, I can’t imagine how attached they’ll get if I took them on my one and only vacation.”
“Damn Hobi, you’re heartless. Just be honest and let them know you want to bring them along for some island fucking so they’re not in the dark.”
“Uh, no, I’m pretty sure they’d lose their shit if I was blunt like that.”
A sigh came out after you took another sip. “Then play along and get your fucking done on the plane then split off when you land. You’ve got the money to book another room so you won’t have to look at each other’s faces until you fly back!”
Hoseok laughed, running a hand through his hair. “You say that like I’ve fucked anybody on here before.”
The drink was about to pour into your mouth until you heard your friend’s last statement, pulling the glass away to shoot him an incredulous look. “You mean to tell me that the Jung Hoseok who spends a quarter of his time living in airplanes has never fucked a girl on board one of them? Bullshit!”
Hoseok shrugged, taking another sip. “Is it that hard to believe? Most of these flights are for business and I’ve never really wanted to bring a hookup on a pleasure trip.”
You couldn’t help but pout at his answer. “Really? Then what’s the point of having a bedroom in this thing?”
“Um, to sleep? My God, do you need to get laid or something? You’ve been saying nothing but horny shit since we started drinking.”
“Well-“ You stuck your tongue out as you looked up in thought, sloshing the drink in your glass. “It has been a while…”
Out of nowhere, a throw pillow came and smacked you in your arm, causing you to nearly drop your glass. “Hey! Hobi, you dick, I almost spilled this!”
Hoseok’s obnoxious laugh seemed to come out louder than usual now that he was under the influence, slapping his free hand on his knee. “Serves you right for being a horny mess!”
You scowled at him, throwing the pillow back to hit him in the head (of course he fucking dodged it). “Screw you, I have needs. Since you don’t want to hear about it, maybe I’ll find someone to take care of them when we touch down.”
At your statement, your friend raised an eyebrow, taken aback. “Seriously?”
“Yeah, I mean, why not? I’m sure there’s some hot, single guy who’s looking to get his rocks off for one night. What better place to do it than at a resort in beautiful Hawaii?”
You threw back the last of your champagne, missing the odd look Hoseok had given you at your words. “You mean you’re actually going to go out of your way to hook up with some stranger?”
“You say it like there’s something wrong with that.”
He scoffed, tilting his glass at you. “Yeah, it’s called STDs and a possibly disappointing orgasm. Hell, maybe even no orgasm at all.”
“Um, it’s called protection, Hoseok. And honestly, best way to guarantee you’ll end up coming? Go find someone who knows how to dance, hard to be shit in bed if you know how to move your hips.”
“Or you could just, you know, not bother with all of that trouble.” He took a long sip of his drink, eyes looking off towards the closed cabin door.
Now you were confused. It wasn’t like your friend to dampen your efforts to get laid (you remembered how he had pushed you to get with the guy who wouldn’t stop eyeing you like a lobster dinner on your last trip together) and you found his behavior odd. Usually you two would be coming up with a game plan on what types of guys to look out for and how he could be the best wingman possible; instead, he had a slightly troubled look on his face as he avoided your gaze. What the heck was this all about?
“Hobi…are you trying to get laid too?”
The question brought his attention back to you, eyes widened in incredulity. “What the- No, Y/N, I’m not looking to get laid, the fuck?”
“W-Well, you looked bothered, I figured that was the reason! I don’t want to be selfish and hold you back if that’s what you really want, you know. Hell, I’m up for being wingwoman for you if you need-“
“Y/N.”
Your rambling was cut off at the deadpan tone in which your name was delivered.
Hoseok’s face was blank as he looked you dead in your eyes. “Thank you for the gracious offer but I’m not looking for nor do I need a wingwoman. I came to relax, not worry about whether or not I’ll be getting my dick wet.”
You shrugged. “If you say so. Just saying-“ You leaned over to grab the champagne bottle on the table next to him. “If you change your mind, I’m always up for a challenge. Just make sure you help me out too, okay?”
As soon as your hand wrapped around the neck of the bottle, his own came to wrap around your wrist, grip slightly firm. Blinking at the touch, you turned to see Hoseok’s face hovering close to yours, that expression from before back again. He parted his lips at first like he was about to speak before shutting them. You were patient as you waited for him to say what he wanted to, eyes darting to when his tongue flicked out over his lips. “You know…do you really need to go looking for a guy there?”
“Huh?”
He looked off to the side, taking in a deep breath and letting it out before returning his gaze, dark brown eyes swirling with an unreadable emotion. “I mean…it’s a lot of trouble to go vetting all these people just for a quick fuck…”
“…Then how do you propose I get laid?”
His eyes remained focused on yours but another bout of deep breathing came before he answered. “Well…you do have a guy who’s going to spend a week with you in a suite…”
Of all the things that you expected to come out of his mouth, that was definitely not one of them.
Was your friend actually suggesting that the two of you hook up?
Hobi was a bit of a lightweight when it came to drinking but there was no way he had that much to drink already; the bottle was just under half full. But those eyes of his had looked one hundred percent serious and continued to bore into you, making you wonder if you should ignore the way his cheeks were tinted pink (either from the alcohol or his suggestion, you had no clue).
Before you could control yourself, a laugh bubbled up in your chest and came out in full force, causing you to double over. You knew you should have stopped but that damn champagne was loosening your inhibitions and running the show now. “O-Oh man, sorry Hobi! I, wow, I did not expect that to come out of your mouth…that was a good joke!”
The grip on your wrist tightened. “Y/N, that wasn’t a joke.”
Your head swung up to see your friend looking borderline offended now, his heart-shaped lips downturned. “H-Huh?”
“I was being serious.”
An unexpected giggle escaped you, your hand clamping over your mouth to prevent more from escaping. “Hoseok, come on, you’re really suggesting we fuck each other?”
“Well, why not? Like I said, less hassle than having to possibly deal with some asshole who won’t even have the courtesy to get you off like you deserve.”
Your friend was someone who could keep a joke going on for ages but now you were starting to wish that he’d put an end to the shenanigans. Oh well, it didn’t hurt to play along a little longer. Sighing dramatically, you shook your head and brought your free hand up to rest on the one that was still holding your wrist. You gave him a pout, tilting your head playfully. “Hobi, just what makes you think you’d be able to get my rocks off so easily? I’m a hard woman to please, you know.”
You expected that bright, pearly grin to return, for him to let out his usual laugh and pull you into a hug, telling you that it was fun messing with you as always before you two continued to shoot the shit with the rest of the Dom Perignon. But that never came as something in his gaze shifted yet again. His eyes continued to pierce into you while his lips twisted into a smirk, sharp like the edge of a knife.
“Y/N, do you doubt my skills?”
A witty reply was ready to come out but something about the way he smiled caught you off-guard; all you could do was shrug, trying to ignore how odd his gaze was making you feel. “It’s not like I even thought about your skills in the first place, Hobi.”
“You mean…you’ve never been curious?”
You could have said no without hesitation but you knew it wasn’t fully true. Sure, the thought of how your friend might be in bed passed your mind a few times but only out of curiosity rather than a need to know if you would enjoy yourself with him. It was normal, right? You especially couldn’t help it when you saw just how many of his flings were repeat offenders, often approaching him at parties and going home with him that same night. He had to have something to offer if these girls kept coming back…that or they just stuck around for the money.
“Well…”
You realized how harmful that one word was when Hoseok’s smirk grew even wider. “Wow, Y/N…you’re just full of surprises today, aren’t you?”
A stutter came out of you at his reaction, causing you to scowl at him with a pout. “Hobi, don’t get all big-headed on me now. It’s not like I lay in bed wondering ‘gee, I wonder how Hobi fucks?’.”
“Okay but that still counts as thinking about it!”
“Ugh!” You shook his hand off your wrist to stand up and step closer to the table, really looking forward to throwing back another glass now. “Look, just drop it, I’m going to settle for some random dick and you can’t convince me-“
Just as your fingertips were about to brush the bottle, a hand wrapped around your other wrist before tugging you down, a yelp coming out as you lost your balance. Instead of meeting the floor, you ended up sitting across Hoseok’s legs, your bottom on his right thigh while your knees bent over his left thigh. Your head whipped to look at him with disbelief. “Hoseok, what the hell are you doing?!”
“Y/N.”
There goes that damn stare again.
“Hoseok.”
Brows furrowing for a second at your mocking tone, they relaxed before he spoke again. “You really think I can’t give you a good time?”
Being put on the spot made you shift in place (you stopped quickly when you remembered just where you were sitting) as you looked away. “N-No, I just…why make things complicated? We’re friends so why would I want to jeopardize that for a quick fuck? Better to just do that with some stranger who I don’t really care about.”
A hand landed on your waist made you jump, looking back up at Hoseok’s face. “We can fuck and still be friends. I’m not trying to force you to wear a diamond ring and change your last name, you know.”
You bit your lip now, trying to ignore how his hand began rubbing your waist gently. Maybe it was the alcohol or sitting on his lap but those words lit a spark in you that caused your mind to run in a place you never would have dreamed of going. Would it really hurt to just say ‘fuck it’ and let your friend cater to your needs? You believed him when he said he wasn’t trying to rope you into anything serious, having seen him dodge some relationships in the past with ease. But to actually have Hobi, of all people, in bed with you? You couldn’t lie, you were curious but every time you tried to picture him railing you, all you saw was that sunny smile of his or heard that boisterous laughter in your ear. It just didn’t seem right.
He just might be a demon in the sack but to you, he was one of your friends who always knew how to liven up your day. Not someone you could picture fucking your brains out.
Sighing, you loosened your lip from your teeth. “Hobi…I appreciate the offer but I…I don’t think I could do it.”
Hoseok’s frown returned, his hand pausing. “Why not?”
“Well, it’s…” You ran a hand through your hair before holding it out towards him. “It’s…it’s you. I just can’t see you fucking me! You’re so cheery and active and can’t stay still, that’s not really what I look for in someone who I want to sleep with. I’m sure you’re great in bed but it’s just not for me…”
The whole time you were explaining yourself, you couldn’t meet his eyes, choosing to focus on the silver and diamond chain sitting at the base of his long neck. You didn’t want to hurt his feelings but you didn’t want to lead him on either; best to lay it all out in the open.
“What makes you think I act the same way in bed?”
Now you looked up, your breath hitching at the look Hoseok was giving you. His frown was more pronounced, brows lowered over unamused dark eyes while his hand began moving yet again (why did a sense of relief go through you just now?).
“You think I make jokes when I’m tearing someone’s clothes off? Do you think I smile like a lunatic when I’m fucking someone senseless? Or maybe you think I’ll talk someone’s ear off while they’re shaking underneath me because I made them come so hard?”
You didn’t know whether it was the words itself or the tone he delivered them in but it resulted in a pang of arousal that shot straight between your legs, causing you to squirm a bit on his lap. Unfortunately, he had noticed, a chuckle coming out as he smirked. “What? Didn’t think I could talk like that, did you?”
“H-Hobi…”
His free hand came up to brush a lock of hair behind your ear, the touch making you jump. “There’s some things I have to keep to myself…well, myself and whoever I’m fucking at the time. I guess you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, hm?”
Your mouth felt dry as he kept talking, his touches making you feel things you never would have felt around him before. It took some effort for you to croak out your next words. “T-True…but I stand by what I said. You can keep that to yourself while I go find someone to give me a good time.”
The laugh that came out of the man underneath you was nothing like the hyperactive ones you had heard time and time again. This one was low and dark, dripping with sensuality that you never expected to come from someone like Hobi. The hand that had stroked your hair came up to curl loosely on the side of your neck, causing your breath to hitch as he rubbed his thumb over your pulse point. His eyes refused to break contact with yours as his tongue ran over his lips.
“Tell me, Y/N. Do you really think any of those guys could fuck you as well as I possibly could?”
Your answer was ready to come out immediately but the sensation of his thumb plus the weight of his gaze delayed you. Was this man the same one who had been taking the piss out of you just hours ago? It was like your jolly friend had turned into a completely different person in that short amount of time. There was a dangerous part of you that wanted to change what you planned to say to him but you beat it into submission for the sake of staying true to your previous statement.
“Y-Yes…I do.”
There was nothing but silence for a full minute. After that, Hoseok’s expression morphed into one of mild disappointment as he removed his hand and sat back. Before you could say anything, he grabbed your hips and lifted you off of him, setting you down to stand up again, your legs wobbling a bit. “Then I guess you’ll be keeping yourself busy when we get there.”
“Hobi…”
Running a hand through his hair, he sighed before standing up as well. “Why don’t you go take a nap, Y/N? We’ve still got a ways to go. Don’t want you being hungover when we get there.”
You bit your lip and reached out to hold his hand, wanting to comfort him for some reason. “Hoseok…”
He looked down at you, a softer look on his face now as he smiled at you. “Maybe I can help you find a decent guy when we reach, hm?”
You wanted to reassure him that there was nothing wrong with him, worried that he took your words in offense. He was never a man with a fragile ego but you didn’t want to dampen his mood before the two of you even landed. But all you could do was nod slowly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.
“Okay…”
Your worries eased a bit when Hoseok squeezed back, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand before letting go. “I’m going to be out here doing some work, just let me know if you need anything, yeah?”
You nodded once more before forcing yourself to turn around and head into the bedroom. You looked back to see him watching you, shooting you a lazy grin and a wave in response. You gave your own little wave back before hitting the button to slide the wooden door shut, resting your back against it and letting out a groan, rubbing your hands over your warm face.
Just what the fuck happened back there?
How the hell did it go from the two of you joking around, drinking and having a good time to you perched on his lap while he tried to convince you that he could give you the fucking you deserved?
That was not how you expected your vacation to start off, at all.
What was worse was that the demeanor your friend had taken on definitely had an effect on you, your heart pounding and cheeks hotter than ever. And-
You gasped as you looked down to see your thighs pressed together.
Oh hell no.
Silently cursing Hoseok under your breath, you parted your legs and stormed over to the bed, shoving your cardigan off your arms before tossing it onto the countertop. You flopped onto your back on top of the mattress, letting out a grunt as your body sunk into the covers. Maybe he was right, you could use a nap now that the buzz had traveled throughout your veins, leaving your body relaxed (well, as relaxed as you could be after that moment in the cabin). Sighing, you shifted up to rest your head on the soft pillows and closed your heavy lids. If you were in a deep enough sleep, maybe you could forget this even happened.
Your eyes flew open with a start.
…That did not just happen.
That did not just fucking happen.
But the way your throat was dry, your forehead was damp with sweat and the way your knee-length dress ended up bunched between your squished thighs said otherwise.
You just had a wet dream involving no one other than Jung Hoseok.
You let out a small yell of frustration before slamming your fist on the bed.
This was getting ridiculous. You wanted to blame the champagne for influencing those thoughts but you knew from years of experience that alcohol had little effect on making you horny; that was all you.
You, who had rejected your friend’s offer to fuck you, had a dream where he was making you moan and scream for him in this very bed. Instead of the goofy smile you thought he would have, the smirk he had given you earlier was present as he watched you writhe on his long fingers. The boisterous laugh you were familiar with was nowhere to be heard, only a sensuous chuckle sounded into your ear as he pounded into you relentlessly, pulling shrieks of pleasure out of you to mix with the sound of skin slapping.
Just the recollection of it caused your core to clench, biting back a whimper as your thighs rubbed against each other.
You looked over at the alarm clock on the countertop. It had only been thirty minutes since you fell asleep? No wonder you still felt the buzz.
There was no way you could fall back asleep, not with how aroused you were feeling. Your eyes went to the opening of the bathroom as you bit your lip. You could rush in there and take care of yourself without risking Hoseok hearing you (imagine hearing the person you offered to sleep with getting themselves off instead) but something about that thought didn’t fully sit well with you. Instead, your mind went to your friend’s suggestion from earlier, much to your dismay. He had seemed pretty willing to take care of your needs, despite being slightly under the influence. And well, even though you would never in a million years say it out loud, you did find him attractive.
His tall and lean form that he carried with confidence, his short black hair that was always parted to perfection, those pearly whites of his and the expensive jewelry that wrapped around his long neck, toned wrists and lithe fingers…
You blinked.
Now you were thinking about his fingers? You needed to do something about this problem and quick. All you had to do was get up and walk into the bathroom, pull your panties off and take care of business. But instead, you found your eyes now focused on the closed door that led to the cabin. The longer you stared, the more your curiosity grew.
Would it really be so bad to give in just this once?
If you ended up not enjoying it, you could lay into him afterwards and demand he book a separate room for you so you wouldn’t have to see him for the rest of the week. And if you did enjoy it…maybe your search for a fuck buddy would be futile.
Fuck it.
Saying a silent prayer to yourself that this wouldn’t go wrong, you got up from the bed (wincing at how a wave of dizziness hit you from the sudden movement) and adjusted your dress and hair before turning to face the wooden door. Taking in a deep breath, you hit the button to open the door, poking your head out. You spotted Hoseok sitting in the same seat as before, now turned away from you. Licking your dry lips, you quietly walked over, stopping next to him. You had expected him to notice your sudden appearance but he seemed to be deep into his work, his right hand hovering over the keys of his laptop while his left held his chin as he stared down the screen. The intense focus on his face was eerily similar to the look he had given you earlier in here.
Holding back a shiver, you spoke softly. “Hoseok.”
He jumped at the sudden noise, widened eyes looking up at you before they relaxed. “Y/N…everything okay?”
At your nod, he smiled a bit before looking down at his Rolex. “Huh…it’s only been half an hour? Did you sleep at all?”
“I-I did…just woke up all of a sudden.” Thanks to getting railed by him in your dreams. “Don’t know why, though.”
Hobi frowned now, looking concerned. “You want some water or painkillers? Something to eat? I can bother Ha-won-“
“No!” The both of you were surprised at the sudden increase in volume, leaving you to swallow hard as your cheeks flamed in embarrassment. “S-Sorry…no, I’m fine with that, I don’t feel sick. It’s just…”
“Just?”
“I…” It was now or never but you couldn’t seem to get the words out, no matter how hard you tried. So you opted to grab the armrests of his chair, swiveling it so he now faced you completely, much to his shock.
“Y/N, what are you-“
You didn’t give him the chance to finish as you leaned down to press your lips against his, swallowing the sound of surprise that came from him.
…This actually didn’t feel so bad.
His lips felt soft and molded well with yours, even though they were completely still at the moment. Within a few seconds, they began moving against yours, making that dull ache between your thighs throb again. You opted to put more pressure against him after some time, only for Hoseok to give it back to you times ten, ripping a whimper from you. The sound pulled something akin to a growl from his chest, a hand coming up to grip your jaw before pulling you away. The two of you panted softly as you stared into each other’s eyes before he spoke in a gruff voice.
“What is this all about?”
You licked your lips (noticing how his eyes became distracted by your tongue). “That offer from earlier…is it still open?”
You could hear a pin drop with how silent it became. “…What?”
“Your offer…” Your gaze bore into his. “Is it still open? If I wanted you to…would you fuck me?”
For what felt like an eternity, Hoseok said nothing, his eyes darkening at your request. His grip on your jaw tightened a bit as that low tone from earlier came back. “Y/N…you better not be toying with me…”
“I’m not.” To emphasize your words, you turned in his grip to take the thumb resting above your jawline past your lips, giving it a gentle suck while keeping eye contact. The way his breath hitched made you want to smirk. You popped off, licking your lips. “I’m being serious, Hoseok. If you still want to fuck me, now’s the time to get a head start.”
It took some time for him to process your words but as soon as it set in, his brows furrowed, lips pressing into a line as the hand that was holding your face trailed down to gently wrap around the back of your neck. “Y/N…I’ll do it but you need to know something ahead of time.”
“What is it?”
“I…” His thumb rubbed against your pulse again, bringing a shiver out of you. “I tend to be a little…rough in bed. If you don’t want that, then tell me, I can take it easy on you.”
At his admission, your mind went haywire at just what his definition of rough was. Was it a roughness you were used to from previous partners or something past that? Either way, you didn’t feel any fear from his warning, trusting your friend to not hurt you or push you past your limit. “Hobi…you don’t have to hold back for me…but in case I change my mind…”
He already picked up on what you were implying. “Give me a safe word.”
You bit your lip as you thought of something that would be easy for the both of you. “…Apple?”
Hobi couldn’t help the slight quirk of his lips. “For stop?”
“Yeah...”
“And what if you want me to go ahead or ease up?”
“…Peach to go ahead, lemon to slow down?”
A chuckle came out. “Are you sure you’re not hungry?”
“Hobi!” You pouted and smacked his arm. “Come on, don’t make fun of me, I’m not used to picking safe words.”
“Heh, sorry, sorry. Just want to make sure you choose the words so we’re in agreement. Apple to stop, lemon to slow down and peach to go.”
“Mhm.”
At your nod, the smile disappeared from his lips. “Good. Now that that’s settled-“ He pulled your head down with the hand on your neck, whispering into your ear with a velvet dulcet. “Go back in that bedroom and wait for me. But don’t go to the bed; I want you bent over that countertop so I can teach you a lesson.”
The way he spoke made a surge of wetness soak your panties but the end of his sentence made you speak in a quiet tone. “A lesson? Did I do something wrong?”
“Hmph, only one way to find out, sweetheart.”
Letting go of your neck, he waited for you to stand up before motioning to the bedroom door with his head. His steel gaze let you know that he wasn’t going to wait forever for you, leaving you to bite your lip and nod before walking back into the room once more. You did your best not to look back at him, heart hammering in your chest as you faced the countertop. You lowered your torso down until you were able to rest your elbows on the marble, pushing your ass out until you were bent at an almost 90- degree angle. Your excitement over just what was going to happen next made your fingers tremble, forcing you to dig them into the knit of your discarded cardigan as a distraction. But you were also trying to figure out just what ‘lesson’ he had planned to teach you and how he was going to carry it out.
Your pondering came to an end when you heard footsteps approaching. The sound of the door sliding shut came afterwards before you felt a warm body hover over your bent form, merely inches from touching you. You spotted Hoseok’s arm reaching over to rest next to one of yours, the links from his bracelet glinting from the light.
“Well, looks like someone can actually follow directions. Good girl.”
Swallowing hard at the praise, you began turning your head up towards him. “Hobi, I-“
His other hand shot up and grabbed your jaw, turning it back to its previous position as he hissed in your ear. “I didn’t say you could move, did I? And that’s Hoseok or sir to you, darling.”
“Ah…I’m sorry, sir.”
A chuckle rasped in your ear. “That’s better. Now-“ He removed his hand from your jaw to rest on the small of your back. “Can you guess what you’re being punished for?”
You racked your brain for an answer but in the haze of your buzz and lust, you couldn’t come up with one. “I…I don’t know, sir.”
Hoseok sighed in disappointment. “You really don’t know? Do you want me to spell it out for you?”
You kept silent, not trusting yourself to answer in a way that wouldn’t get him upset with you. He took it as confirmation and began moving his hand from your back slowly to the curve of your ass, making you squirm in place.
“Fine, I’ll tell you. That wasn’t very nice how you made fun of me earlier, Y/N-“ The hand gave your bottom a squeeze, a gasp escaping your lips.
“I tried to give you a simple solution to your problem by offering myself and you just laughed in my face-“ He bunched up the fabric of your dress and began sliding it up, leaving the hem to gather at your waist, exposing your slightly-covered cheeks. You shivered at the cool air, goosebumps forming on your skin.
“I meant what I said when I talked about these filthy guys having diseases and not being able to satisfy you. But you want to ignore me and go put yourself at risk when you have a willing body right here-“ Now he shifted the hem of your panties up to gather between your cheeks, exposing the globes of your ass even further. He licked his lips at the sight, especially when he saw from this angle the damp spot between your legs.
“That just won’t do, sweetheart-“ A finger ran across your covered folds, pulling a gasp from you yet again, gripping your cardigan even tighter.
“So now I’ll have to show you just what you could’ve been missing out on.”
Nothing could have prepared you for the smack on your left ass cheek, ripping a cry from you.
“A-Ah!”
The move shocked you but what shocked you even more was the sharp pang of arousal that went through your body. You’ve had your ass smacked before but it was usually in the heat of the moment during sex and not as a form of dominance. And to have him do it that hard…
You couldn’t deny that you liked it.
Hoseok didn’t delay in delivering another spank in the same area, making you cry out once more. “I’ll keep doing this until your ass is all red, baby. I hope you brought a bathing suit that will cover all this or else everyone will see just how much of a naughty girl you are.” You didn’t have time to think about the bit of excitement you felt at the thought of strangers seeing the welts on your body as he gave the cheek another swat.
“Fuck-“
He tsked. “Such a filthy mouth.”
You wanted to turn and give him a glare but you knew he wouldn’t approve so you tried to keep your eyes focused on the wall in front of you. Unfortunately, the next swat ruined that, feeling the cold metal of his rings now as you buried your face into your cardigan. “Mnh!”
His hand was merciless now, delivering a few rapid-fire smacks in a row, groaning as he watched the skin of your ass begin to turn red. “Shit, baby, your ass is starting to look so good now. Almost makes me wish I marked it up sooner.”
You couldn’t keep still, both at the spanking and his words, so you let your hips squirm a bit, thighs rubbing together to give yourself some much-needed friction. It had worked, pulling a sigh out of you in relief. That is, until a large hand grabbed you between your legs, forcing your head back up as you yelped. You felt your friend lean down to hiss in your ear once more.
“Stay still. Who said you could make yourself feel good, hm?”
“B-But sir…”
“No buts.” He gave you a harder smack with his free hand, smirking at how you let out a louder sound. “The only one who should be making you feel anything is me, do you understand?”
You took in a shuddering breath, the last swat making the sting hit harder. “Y-Yes…”
He grabbed the afflicted cheek roughly. “Yes what?”
“Ngh, y-yes sir.”
“That’s my girl.” Removing the hand between your legs (you had to hold your whimper of need back), he rested it on your opposite cheek. “Now that we’ve cleared that up…”
He brought his hand up before bringing it down swiftly, the resounding smack echoing in the small room.
“Ah-! Hoseok-“
Hoseok delivered another swat from above before giving another from below, biting his lip at how worked up this was getting him. Something about having you bent over in front of him, your ass reddening from him spanking you was making his cock stiffen rapidly. But he thanked God for his immense self-control, making sure to keep his hips away so he wouldn’t grind into your leg.
“You’re taking my hands so well, darling. Maybe I’ll treat you after this, if you keep behaving for me.”
The promise he cooed nearly made you look back at him with no shame, curious as to what the ‘treat’ would be. “Hoseok…”
“Would you like that, sweetheart? You want sir to take care of you?”
“Yes sir…please. I-I’ll keep being good for you.”
An amused chuckle escaped him as he gave your bottom a gentle rub. “So well-behaved…how could I say no? But I have to finish your lesson or else you’ll never learn, okay?”
You swallowed hard, nodding and focusing on the loose thread on the sleeve of your sweater. “I understand, sir.”
“Good girl. Just a little bit longer.”
It’s not like you were doing this against your will, enjoying the spanking more than you expected; if he had to mark your ass up some more just to get him to pleasure you, then you would stay like this for the rest of the goddamn flight if you had to. You expressed this by pushing your ass out further, giving it a slight wiggle. Your lips twitched at the low curse that escaped Hoseok before his hand returned to smacking your right cheek, pulling soft moans out of you now.
“Such a dirty girl…”
You held back your giggle, biting your lower lip hard as the swats came faster. He continued attacking that side of your bottom until it matched the other side in color, your moans coming out louder the longer he went on. Your panties were soaked now, clinging to your folds more than when you woke up from your steamy dream. You fought against the urge to give yourself some type of stimulation, not wanting to piss off Hoseok again and make him go back on his promise. So you rested your chin on the soft fabric, eyes watching the faint reflection of your bodies in the polished wooden wall.
He kept going on until he switched back to the previous side, marking the skin up even more, the heat returning in full force. You were able to take this for a couple of minutes until one of the swats made you wince, feeling more pain than pleasure. Thinking he just hit a sore spot, you stayed still until he hit a different area this time, bringing out a cry of pain as it stung in the worst way (you could feel one of his rings dig into your skin).
“S-Sir…”
“Hm? What is it, love?”
Your brain scrambled for the safe word through the fog of pleasure in your mind. “Um…”
Another smack, making you hiss in discomfort. “Talk to me, baby.”
“A-Apple…”
In a split second, Hoseok stopped his hand from making contact with your ass again, the word making him freeze in midair. He stepped further back from your body, hands up in the air. “Okay, Y/N. You can move if you want to.”
Appreciative that he wasted no time in backing off, you sighed in relief and straightened up, your lower back protesting at the prolonged position you were in before. Your dress fell back down into place, covering your reddened ass and drenched panties. Turning around, you looked up to see Hoseok giving you a look of concern, his hands held high in surrender. “Are you okay?”
“Y-Yeah…it was just starting to hurt, that’s all…sorry.”
He frowned and shook his head, lowering his hands to reach out and rub your bare arms. “Don’t ever apologize, Y/N. It’s not fun for me if you’re getting hurt by all this, that’s what the safe words are for.”
You nodded, lips quirking into a smile at how adamant your friend was at making sure you were comfortable. “Thank you, Hobi…” Your eyes widened when you realized your slip-up. “O-Oh, I’m sorry-“
Hobi laughed at your panic, flashing that sunny smile of his. “Relax, we’ve paused on that for now. Hobi’s back.”
You let out a breath at his reassurance. “Thank God.”
A chuckle came out of the both of you before it became quiet, the only sound in the room that of the jets outside. The two of you watched each other, your expressions unreadable. You decided to break the silence. “Just how much did you mark up my ass?”
Your friend blinked in surprise before a sheepish look came on his face. “Uh…a lot?”
Squinting at his answer, you walked into the bathroom, turning your back towards the mirror. You began easing up the hem of your dress until it sat at your waist, gasping loudly at the sight that greeted you. There were blotches of red all over your cheeks, varying in sizes while small red welts lingered in certain areas, most likely the result of his rings. You poked one of the spots, wincing at the sting that came afterwards. You would definitely have to avoid sitting on your bottom for the rest of the flight.
Dropping the fabric back down, you walked out to see Hobi looking at you nervously.
“…Hey.”
“Hobi…” In the mood to mess with him now, you scowled and folded your arms. “You better buy me a new swimsuit when we land, there’s no way I’m going to be able to hide all this with the ones I own.”
He winced at your tone, a hand reaching up to rub the back of his neck in embarrassment. “Sorry Y/N…guess I got a bit carried away, huh?”
“You sure did! But-“ Your frown morphed into a grin. “I’m not complaining. I guess I can consider it a souvenir of our trip, hm?”
At your words, Hoseok’s eyes widened as he processed what you said. In no time, his sharpened smirk returned. “Is that right? You mean you like getting your ass marked up, Y/N?”
You pursed your lips and looked to the side, your tone playful. “Maybeeee…”
A deep chuckle sounded before you sensed his presence in front of you now. You turned your head to see Hoseok looking down at you with those lustful eyes again. “Are you sure about that, baby? Don’t think I didn’t see how wet you were from me spanking that cute bottom of yours.”
Having him call you out made your thighs press together. “Oh…guess I’m caught red-handed then.”
“You sure are.” His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush to him (you bit back a gasp when you felt something poking you in your stomach). “So what are we going to do about it?”
You licked your lips, keeping your eyes locked with his. “Well…you did say you would treat me for being good…sir.”
“Ah…I did say that, didn’t I? I’m not one to break promises-“ A hand came up to hold your chin and tilt it up. “So tell me what you want, sweetheart.”
So many options ran through your head that you didn’t know where to begin. But you decided to push the more complicated ones aside for the future.
“I want that lovely mouth of yours on me, Hoseok.”
You could feel the growl rumble in his chest before you even heard it, his dark eyes lidding at your request. He wasted no time in capturing your lips with his own, the intensity stronger than when you initiated the first kiss. You moaned into his mouth, your head leaning back as he pressed harder against you, his tongue running across your lips, beckoning you to open up and let him in. You obliged, parting to meet him halfway with your own tongue, running the wet muscle along his. The two of you tangled together until Hoseok decided to put you in your place, pushing his lips harder while he sucked on your tongue, pulling a louder moan out of you. You could feel him smirk before he pulled away, panting softly as he licked his wet lips.
“Y/N…how bad do you want my mouth on you?”
“Mnh…” You rolled your hips against his, loving the way his breath hitched momentarily. “So bad, sir…I’ll do anything.”
Mischief lit up his eyes as one of his brows raised. “Anything, huh?” For a split second, you saw his eyes flick off to the side, looking down to the floor next to the bed before returning to yours. “Then…can you indulge me one more time, baby?”
You had no clue what he was planning but at this point, you could care less as long as it got you closer to your goal. “Yes…what is it?”
One of his hands curled to grip the fabric of your dress as he husked. “I want every piece of clothing gone and you lying on that bed. Can you do that for me?”
He had to have seen how hard you trembled from his request but chose not to say anything. “Yes…I can.”
Hoseok released you from his hold, stepping back and giving you a look that said ‘get to it’, folding his arms across his chest. Swallowing at the look, you took your time to reach up and hold the straps of your dress, lifting them up before letting them fall down your arms. You maneuvered your arms to escape the straps and held onto the bodice, shoving it down enough for the fabric to slide off your body and pool at your feet before kicking it away. Glancing up at your friend, he ran his tongue over his bottom lip as his eyes roamed your body, stopping on your face before he gave you a nod. Biting your lip, you reached behind to grasp onto the hooks of your bra, undoing the clasps and letting the covering fall down your arms, exposing your breasts to the cool air. You weren’t sure if it was that or the way Hoseok’s eyes zeroed in that caused your nipples to stiffen.
Trying not to feel shy under his heavy gaze, you slid your hands down to your panties now, fingertips grasping the top edge. You took in a deep breath as you began pulling the damp fabric down your thighs, gasping softly as it clung to your folds before letting go the further it went away. You shoved them down until they fell on their own, kicking them to join the pile of clothing next to you. Not quite ready to meet Hoseok’s gaze again, you continued with his instructions and crawled onto the bed, lying down in the middle of the soft sheets. You looked up at the ceiling as you heard him walk over to stand at the foot of the bed.
“Y/N. Spread your legs.”
You wasted no time in doing as he said, a stroke to your ego at the low groan that escaped him.
“Look at you…so wet and ready for me. Fucking gorgeous.”
Now you had the confidence to look at him, watching as he lowered himself onto the bed, scooting close until he was kneeling between your spread legs. His heady eyes focused on your folds, loving the way they were swollen and glistening from what he was doing to you earlier. A hand came up as he leaned forward, resting on the base of your neck before wandering down to cup one of your breasts, giving it a gentle squeeze that resulted in a sharp gasp from you. His lips twitched before he continued the trek, tracing his index finger over every bump of your heaving stomach until he decided to go further down, running over the top of your thigh, watching the goosebumps form. Your breath stilled when he went to your inner thigh, scratching the sensitive skin with his short nail.
“Sir…”
“Shh, love. Just lay back, close your eyes and relax.”
It took all your willpower not to groan at how much he was teasing you but you closed your eyes, nonetheless, hoping it would speed him up. Hoseok had some mercy on you as his fingers finally went between your legs, lingering over your drenched folds before pressing on them, a whine falling from your lips. He used his index and middle fingers to part them, biting his lip at how your hole clenched a few times in response to the touch.
“So beautiful…can’t wait to stretch you out around my cock…”
The mental image he gave made you clench yet again, a low growl coming out as you curled your fingers into the sheets, forgetting yourself with your next demand.
“Godammit Hoseok, if you don’t put your mouth on me right now…”
A deep chuckle rang out as he removed his fingers before pinching your thigh in retaliation. “Be patient, baby.” You felt the bed shift a bit before settling. The clinking of glass sounded, causing you to open your eyes back up, looking at the other with confusion until you spotted that damned bottle of Dom Pérignon in his hand.
“Really? More champagne? Haven’t you had enough?”
Hoseok hummed, his rosy cheeks the only answer you needed for your question. “No, not really. And look who’s talking.”
“Hey, I only had three glasses!”
“And now look at you, naked underneath me with your legs spread and that pretty little pussy in full view.” There was no way he didn’t see how your entrance clenched at his domineering tone. “So why don’t you lay back and stay quiet for me like a good girl, Y/N?”
A moan nearly escaped when you tried to respond so you settled for biting your lip and nodding instead. This brought a chuckle out again, his lips quirked into a smirk. “Thank you. Now, stay very still for me, would you?”
You had no clue what was up this man’s sleeve (even after all these years, Hoseok’s unpredictability lingered) so you obliged, keeping your body as stiff as possible. But nothing could have prepared you when you felt a cold liquid pouring onto the skin of your stomach, a gasp coming out of you. Remembering his command, you trailed your eyes up to see Hoseok tilting the bottle, the golden drink the source of the sensation. The look on his face resembled that of a kid mixing things that shouldn’t go together, lower lip disappearing under a row of perfect teeth while his eyes flashed with wonder. Satisfied with the amount, he rested the bottle back on the floor before pressing his hands flat to the mattress on either side of your hips, lowering his head down until it hovered above your covered stomach.
“Now Y/N, you remember how expensive this is, right?”
“Y-Yes, I do.”
“Good.” His face morphed into a look that screamed ‘don’t disobey me’, lips downturned and brows furrowed over dark eyes. “So if you spill a single drop of this, you’ll regret it.”
You tightened your abdominals as hard as you could, sure that he wouldn’t hesitate to carry out the threat. “Yes sir…”
“Good girl.”
And while it wasn’t exactly what you meant when you asked him to put his mouth on you, feeling and watching his tongue slowly lap up the champagne was enough to hold you over for now. Unable to hold back, you let out soft moans and whines, turning into squeaks whenever he hit a ticklish spot. You never would have dreamed that your insanely rich friend would be licking $1,000 champagne off of your naked body but there was always a first time for everything. Hell, a part of you hoped it wouldn’t be the last time, especially with the way he was using his tongue. He switched up his paths with straight lines and zigzags, pausing to give little flicks or circles with the tip. Occasionally, he’d bring his eyes up, staring straight into your own as you watched him, mouth hanging open at the sight in front of you. Before you knew it, the alcohol was gone, evidence of its presence only leaving a slight stickiness on your skin. Hoseok sat up once more, licking his lips with a groan.
“Mmm, I was right, Y/N.” His gaze bore into yours with no shame. “This tastes so much better on you.”
All you could do was stare at him with an open mouth, wondering where in the hell he had gotten that idea from.
Hoseok gave a short laugh at your expression. “Thanks for letting me do that, sweetheart. Now-“ A hand came up to cup your heat, his teeth flashing at your reaction. “It’s time I hold up my end of the bargain, hm?”
You nodded swiftly, eager for him to take care of you. “Please, Hoseok…I need it.”
“And I’ll give it to you, love.”
Spreading your thighs as far as they could go, he scooted down on the bed to lower his head between them, inhaling the musk of your scent. Groaning softly, he pressed a kiss to your folds, loving the way you whimpered at the needed contact. Now he took the time to run his tongue along them, the taste of you mixing with the lingering champagne on his tastebuds. “Mnh…”
Hoseok took your lips into his mouth, sucking at various intensities, bringing sounds ranging from mewls to pants out of you. The vibrations from his occasional moans and groans didn’t help either. He pulled off eventually to press the tip of his tongue between your slit, wiggling it side to side over your entrance. Your fingers twitched, eager to hold onto something as he worked his mouth on you. “Sir…”
“Mm, is this what you wanted, darling? Me tasting this lovely pussy of yours?”
“Yes…ah!” A cry came out when his lips latched onto your clit, rolling the bud with his tongue, causing your hand to fly down and tangle in his hair. “H-Hoseok…”
A hand came up to grip yours, pulling it from his locks as he pulled off to give you a stern look. “I didn’t say you could grab my hair, did I?”
You swallowed, realizing your mistake. “N-No sir, you didn’t…”
“Exactly. Don’t do it again.”
As soon as he saw your nod, he went back to his previous action, forcing you to hold onto the sheets rather than the top of his head. Of all the things he could stop doing, this was the one that you didn’t want to risk disobeying him for. Hoseok was very skilled with his tongue, leaving no area untouched. He also caught on fast as to how certain motions made you go crazy (you swore you could see that bright smile peek through his dominant persona when he heard the yelp you let out when he dipped the tip of his tongue inside you). But the longer he continued, the more you were dying to touch him. You were used to giving to your partners as well and while being submissive to your friend was enjoyable, you felt a strong need to return the favor.
“S-Sir…Hoseok, lemon, shit-“
Just like before, he pulled his mouth off of you quickly, his downturned lips shining with your wetness. “Too much, baby?”
“N-No, it’s not that.”
He sat up now, rubbing the side of your thigh gently. “Talk to me, Y/N.”
You licked your dry lips as your eyes zeroed in on the tent at the front of his jeans. “…can I suck your cock, sir?”
Hoseok’s breath caught in his throat at your question and the way you looked at his concealed erection. “Fuck…I’d have to be an idiot to say no to that. But I thought you wanted my mouth on you?”
Now you were conflicted as he brought that up. An idea quickly came to mind though, causing a mischievous grin to form. “I mean…we can do both at the same time…”
It took him a minute to pick up on what you were saying but as soon as he understood, his lips peeled back to reveal those perfect teeth of his, eyes lidding with lust. “Y/N…you’re such a dirty girl, thinking of something like that-” One of his hands came up to hold your chin as he bent down and leaned his head in close, lips only inches away from yours as he whispered sinfully. “But I’m not complaining.”
You took the opportunity to give him a peck, licking your lips to taste the tang of your arousal, trying not to smirk at how the sight affected Hoseok. He growled and pinched your cheek in response.
“Brat. Get up.”
You quickly sat up, scooting over towards the wall so he could lay down in your place, dark eyes trained on you as he got comfortable. All it took was the raise of his brow to push you into motion. You turned to face the foot of the bed before straddling his chest, moving back until your face hovered in front of his crotch. Wasting no time, you brought your hands up to begin working his belt loose, the angle making it a little awkward to maneuver but you managed. Now you started working on the button and the zipper, undoing those before pushing his pants down until his underwear was revealed (you bit back a moan at the wet spot visible on the fabric). You hooked your fingers into the elastic waistband and pushed down until his cock was revealed, your mouth watering at the sight of it, long and curved with a wet and reddened tip that was just asking to be sucked.
“Come on, sweetheart, take me in…” Hoseok’s hips shifted up to bring his erection closer to your head.
Not wanting to keep him waiting, you wrapped your hand around his dick, lifting it up before wrapping your lips around the head and giving it a soft suck before swirling your tongue around it. The hiss that came from behind you was rewarding.
“Oh shit- yes, just like that…”
Wanting to hear more praise, you moved your head down until he was halfway in your mouth before bobbing slowly, your saliva dripping down his shaft. The lewd sounds of your movements filled the room, paired with Hoseok’s groans and growls. You sped up after a bit, smiling around him at the swear that was ripped from his throat. “Fuck-!”
Not wanting to get completely lost in the pleasure, Hoseok leaned his head forward to bury his face in you again, pressing his tongue harder as he dragged the muscle up and down your folds. You moaned around him, giving the base a squeeze with your hand before stroking the bit that wasn’t in your mouth. The two of you continued to satisfy each other with your mouths, only pulling away to catch your breaths before resuming, the moans resulting from the ministrations lingering in the air. After a while, between the way he was making you feel and his reactions to your movements, you felt yourself get a little bolder, wanting to try something new. Taking in a deep breath through your nose, you relaxed your throat as best as you could before moving down further, his tip hitting the top of it. Hoseok took in a sharp breath at the new depth, pulling his mouth away to look past your body at the back of your head.
“Y/N, what are you-“
You didn’t give him the chance to finish as you took him down the rest of the way, your nose brushing against his crotch.
“Oh fuck-! Baby, that’s-!”
The cry that erupted made your chest puff with pride, swelling even further when you felt his hands grip onto your thighs when you started swallowing.
“Oh God…yes, so good…”
A string of praises and curses escaped Hoseok as you deep throated him, pulling back once to catch your breath before bringing him back in. It was taking everything in him not to start spanking your ass again, the skin still red from earlier (he didn’t want to bring you any pain or risk you choking at the sudden surprise). Eventually, he felt the inklings of a familiar knot beginning to form in his groin, growling as he dug his nails into your thighs. “Sweetheart…Y/N, stop…apple-”
Hearing the safe word, you eased him out of your throat, panting hard before licking away the thick strand of spit that connected you to him before looking back. “Sir…are you okay?”
“Fuck…” A short laugh came out as he eyed your wet and swollen lips. “You trying to make me come in that pretty little mouth of yours, baby?”
You failed to bite back your smile. “Maybe…”
A pinch to your sore ass cheek made you squeak. “Little minx. I’m not coming until I have you stretched out around my cock, remember? Get on your hands and knees, now.”
Both the tone he gave and the eagerness you felt at his reminder made you climb off of him, getting into position towards the foot of the bed. You gnawed on your lip as you clutched the sheets, sounds of fabric rustling coming from behind you before you felt Hoseok’s warm, bare body press against yours. His dick rested between your ass cheeks until he reached a hand down to guide it to your entrance, pushing enough to spread the folds and press against your hole. “Baby…are you ready for me?”
Whining softly at the feel of him on you, you nodded. “Please Hoseok…fuck me.”
Your confirmation was all he needed as he began pushing inside you, a guttural moan escaping the both of you as he sunk in, inch by inch. “Oh shit…mm, so fucking tight-“
“A-Ah…”
Feeling impatient at the snail’s pace he was going, you pushed back sharply, the two of you crying out as his hips smacked against your sore ass as he bottomed out. “Jesus Y/N…you’re that greedy for my cock?”
“Fuck…yes sir…”
A dark chuckle came from him as his hands grasped onto your hips. “Well, since you’re so eager, I guess I don’t have to hold back now.”
Before you could brace yourself, Hoseok eased himself out a bit before slamming back into you, causing your head to throw back as you cried out. He quickly worked up to a brutal pace, snapping his hips into yours with speed and precision that had you moaning wantonly, trying not to bury your face in the sheets as the pleasure took over your body. If this was what he had to offer this whole time, you should have asked him to fuck you ages ago.
“O-Oh…Hoseok…Hoseok!”
“Mnh- That’s it, darling…does it feel nice getting fucked by me?”
Your mouth shaped around a groan as he rubbed against your walls. “Y-Yes…mm-!”
His torso pressed against your back as he husked in your ear. “Tell me how good it feels.”
Swallowing the spit that was gathering in your mouth, you spoke in a needy way. “It feels so fucking good, sir- ah- Your cock is filling me up so well, I love it!”
A growl escaped him as he gave a harder thrust in response, hissing at how you clenched around him. “Shit- Do you think any of those guys you were going to look for could give it to you like this? Hm?”
“N-No…ah! Fuck, not at all-“
“Hmph, exactly.“
You lost your ability to keep the conversation going as he continued pounding into you, each stroke giving a wave of ecstasy that made your limbs wobble, nearly causing you to lie flat on your stomach. You managed to settle with pressing your cheek to the bed for now. The sounds of his skin making contact with yours almost sounded exactly like the ones in your dream earlier, making a toothy grin come onto your face. Because of your position, the expression wasn’t missed by Hoseok. “Mm, what’s with the smile, love? Enjoying yourself that much?”
“Yes, but it’s also- mm- something else. Remember when I said I woke up all of a sudden?”
His head tilted as his thumb rubbed your side. “Yeah…”
“Well-“ You licked your lips before focusing your eyes on the man behind you. “I was so rudely woken up because you were in my dreams fucking the shit out of me.”
As expected, your words got a reaction from Hoseok but not one you were pleased about, his hips stilling in shock, leaving you to whine and writhe underneath him. “…What?”
“Yeah…” Your bottom lip got caught between your teeth. “You were fucking me so hard that I woke up, imagine that? All the sounds I heard you making in it, they’re so close to the ones you’re making now, I couldn’t help but smile at the thought.”
He kept looking at you, his flushed and sweat-covered face still housing a look of surprise. “Y/N…”
“I almost thought about just getting myself off in the bathroom there but your invitation sounded so tempting-“ A cat-like grin came about. “How could I resist?”
The next few seconds were silent as Hoseok’s face went through a variety of emotions, the dominant persona cracking. His eyes widened further and his mouth dropped open until he pursed his lips together, eyes narrowing with his dark brows lowering over them. In a split second, he leaned down, gripping your jaw with one of his hands before pulling you into a bruising kiss. He pressed hard enough to interrupt your breathing a bit, causing you to gasp for air when he pulled away. His eyes remained focused on yours as he growled in a low voice.
“To think you were going to get yourself off while I was in the next room…such a naughty girl.”
“Mm, sorry, sir. I didn’t go through with it because, well-“ You pressed your nose against his and whispered breathily. “I figured I wouldn’t be able to come as hard than if it was by your hand.”
“Hmph…is that so?” He snuck his free hand underneath your stomach to travel between your thighs, teeth flashing when you gasped as he stroked your clit. “Should we test that theory, sweetheart?”
“Oh- Please, Hoseok…”
With a final kiss to your lips, Hoseok picked up a rhythm again, moving his hips faster than before to pull a small scream out of you. Sounds came out of your mouth with each thrust as he swiped his thumb over your swollen bud each time, making you quiver for him. He continued working you over, swears and praises leaving him as time went by and the tension in your lower stomach began to build more and more.
“Fuck, I’m-“
Hoseok panted hard with exertion, nearly missing your mumbled words. “What is it, baby?”
“I-I’m close-!”
Another curse came out from him as a strong clench solidified your statement. “Shit…”
You were expecting him to continue with his merciless movements but to your dismay, he pulled out of you, leaving your walls feeling empty. “Hoseok-!”
“Shh, it’s okay, love. I just-“ A hand ran over your bottom. “I want to see your face when you come.”
You straightened your arms up to turn and look at him in astonishment, tempted to tease him on how he looked sheepish now. But you let it slide when your core throbbed with the desire to be filled up again. “How…how do you want to see me?”
Hoseok bit his lip as he pondered before a grin flashed. “Surprise me.”
You blinked in shock at his generous offer, expecting him to tell you exactly how he wanted to continue. Not wanting to waste the opportunity, you racked your brain for ideas until one spoke to you. “Let me ride you…sir.”
The way you delivered the name brought a shiver down his spine, managing to conceal it from you with a firm nod. Never breaking eye contact, he laid down once more, his head resting on the pillows now. Raising a brow at you, he watched you close as you straddled him, your entrance hovering just above his glistening cock. Hoseok reached down to grasp himself, holding his length up for you to lower down on. Biting your lip, you aligned yourself with the tip before slowly sinking down, holding back a whine as he filled you up once more.
You looked up at Hoseok’s face, your breath catching in your throat at the sight.
His face was damp with sweat, causing a few strands, loose from its neat style, to stick to his forehead. His cheeks were flushed even more than before, arousal layering on top of the buzz from earlier. Those lips that could talk your ear off were swollen and hung open, letting out a string of pants as you took him in. And his dark eyes, capable of demanding respect with a single gaze, focused between both of your hips, watching as he slowly disappeared inside.
“Fuck, Y/N…”
Once you sat on his lap, you let out an exhale, taking a second to adjust. The stretch felt a bit more intense this time due to the angle, his tip pressing against the front of your walls. Ready to continue, you braced your body with your hands on his toned chest, using your knees to steady yourself before lifting up halfway. You lowered yourself faster, pulling out a moan from the both of you as you began a steady rhythm (nowhere near the speed of Hoseok’s hips).
“Mm…feels good, sir?”
“Shit-“ His hands came up to hold your hips. “Of course, baby…you look so good riding my cock.”
You couldn’t hold back the smile on your face, letting out a giggle. “Good, that’s what I- ah- like to hear.”
Hoseok chuckled breathily, giving your hips a squeeze. “Think you can go a little faster for me, darling?”
You nodded eagerly, making sure you were secure in his grip before speeding up the pace, ripping a cry out of you. “Ah!”
Hoseok growled at the stronger rush of pleasure that came and the way you threw your head back, fighting against doing the same thing. “That’s it, baby…fuck-“
You were glad that he had suggested moving faster, the tension quickly building back up the longer you moved on him. It helped that his head kept brushing past that sensitive spot inside with each stroke, causing your eyes to nearly roll back. Wanting to keep some semblance of sanity for a little longer, you leaned your head down to press your lips against his. He wasted no time in returning the kiss, nipping at your lower lip occasionally before pulling it; he then soothed the reddened skin by running his tongue over it repeatedly. Your mouths kept working against each other’s until you felt the need for more, wanting to hit that high, leaving you to pull back and mumble against his lips.
“H-Hoseok…move, please-!”
It took him a few seconds to understand what you were asking for but once it clicked, he tightened his grip on your hips before he began thrusting up into you, pulling a scream from your throat as he nearly matched the pace from earlier.
“Fuck, just like that-!”
Hoseok groaned as the new speed brought stronger shocks of pleasure than before, paired with the frequent clenches from you. He was enjoying watching you move above him, your eyes trying to stay open but squeezing shut whenever a strong wave went through you. His eyes traveled down to your body, watching the way your breasts bounced and your stomach tensed with each thrust. But the best part was seeing the way you were dripping down on his cock, leaving a delicious stickiness on your thighs. “Damn baby, look at how messy you are…fucking love it-“
“Mnh- Hoseok, I-“
One of his hands came up to brush your hair out of your face. “What is it, baby?”
“I-I wanna come so bad, c-can I?”
Your words and the desperate tone you delivered them in made the knot in his groin grow tighter, letting out a grunt as he nodded. “Shit-! Of course you can, love-“ He moved a hand to return to your clit once more, using your wetness to thumb the nub a little faster this time. “Just let it go, baby.”
His stimulating of your clit caused you to double over, digging your nails into his chest as you focused towards achieving your orgasm as soon as possible. Heavy pants now came out of your mouth, swears and moans peppered in between while you kept moving. The tension just grew more and more until you could feel yourself on the verge of it loosening, your riding becoming uneven and frantic.
“H-Hobi, I-I’m-“
You forgot yourself as you let his nickname slip out in a frenzy, wanting to warn him of the screaming mess you were about to turn into. Either he missed it or didn’t care as he brought his free hand up to cradle your jaw, looking in your eyes as he spoke in a surprisingly gentle tone.
“Come for Hobi, sweetheart.”
You didn’t know if it was his nickname, the term of endearment or the soft way he said the command but that tension loosened violently, spreading a heat all throughout your body as a scream erupted from your throat.
“Oh God, Hoseok-!”
Wave after wave of fire went from your head down to your fingertips and your toes as your body jerked on top of Hoseok’s, missing the fierce look he gave as he watched you fall apart. “Fuck, baby, there you go- You look so good coming on my cock-”
Your orgasm felt like it lasted for ages before the waves died down, ebbing eventually to leave you with mild jerks of your hips and involuntary clenches of your core. As soon as the last rise of pleasure left, your body flopped onto the other’s, your damp skin sticking to his as you gasped for breath. A pair of arms came up to wrap around you, one hand rubbing your lower back while the other stroked the top of your head; you felt lips press to your temple before soothing words came from them.
“Such a good girl, Y/N…you did so well, I’m proud of you…”
Your cheeks couldn’t help but burn more at his praise, letting out a small sound of satisfaction. You laid there in his arms for a few more seconds before shifting in place, frowning when you still felt him inside, completely stiff like before. Lifting your upper body up on your elbows, you gave the other an inquisitive look. “Hobi…did you-?”
Hoseok’s lower lip ended up under a row of perfect teeth as he shook his head. “Not yet…I wasn’t sure if you were okay with me, you know…”
When his eyes darted to your connected hips, you followed, only to raise a brow when you understood what he was asking permission for. “Hoseok…you can come inside me, I’m safe.”
You would have laughed at the way his eyes widened and his mouth shaped into an ‘O’ at your approval if you weren’t so worn out. But the shock quickly made way to that intense stare you had become acquainted with as his arms tightened around you, his hips pulling back as far as they could before snapping up into you. He returned to his merciless pace from before, a chain of curses and growls leaving him as he got closer to his finish.
“Fuck, Y/N- You’re going to make me come so hard- shit- Gonna fill up that little pussy with my come…bet you’d like that, huh?”
“Y-Yes…please fill me up, sir-“
A growl escaped before he grunted into your ear. “As you wish- ngh!”
A few seconds passed before Hoseok took in a sharp breath, his body stiffening underneath yours as his dick twitched inside you hard. His hips stilled against yours as he began painting your inner walls with his release, a low groan escaping and mixing with your gasp of surprise. “Oh fuck- Fuck-!”
You bit back your moan as you felt each spurt of his come fill you up, turning your head to look up at his face. His eyes were screwed shut as his lips were pulled back to bare his teeth, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead and temples, his cheeks flaring red as he lost himself in the euphoria. Just when you thought he couldn’t look more attractive.
He continued to ride out his orgasm until he flopped completely on the bed, tipping his head back into the pillows as he gasped for breath. You reached up to brush some of the strands off his forehead, giggling at how your usually energetic friend looked absolutely spent. “Hobi, don’t die on me.”
A grumble came out as he turned his head, pressing his cheek into the cool cotton. “Hush you. Didn’t think I was going to come that hard…think I got a cramp in my leg, too.”
You blinked at his admission. “Really?”
“Mhm. Been a while since it’s happened like that.”
“…you mean to tell me that all these girls you’ve fucked never got you off that well?”
Now his eyes opened as he turned his head to face you. “Not for a long time. Then again, I usually have to hold back with them, kind of kills the intensity, you know?”
Your mouth formed into an ‘O’ as you nodded. “I see…”
“Well-“ A lazy grin formed. “That and it’s you.”
“…what?”
Of course the little shit merely hummed and closed his eyes, pretending to be falling asleep. However, you were determined to get him to clarify so you sat up completely, grabbing his head and smushing his cheeks to catch his attention. “Dammit Hoseok, open your eyes.”
“Mm, but I’m sleepyyy…”
Your face became blank at his whine. To get him to answer you, you began pulling and pinching at his cheeks. “Jung Hoseok, you can’t just say some shit like that and not expand on it, you well off asshole. Wake the hell up!”
Hoseok managed to ignore your actions until a particularly rough pinch made his face twist, opening his eyes as he gave you a miffed look (hard to look intimidating when your nose was all scrunched up, though). “What, Y/N?”
“What the hell did you mean when you said that it’s me? Have you…have you been having wet dreams about me or something?”
To your surprise, he looked off to the side, avoiding your gaze as he thought carefully on how to answer you. Just as you were about to call his name again, he looked up at you. “I mean…kind of?”
“…Hobi, it’s either yes or no.”
He groaned. “Fine, yes, I’ve been having dirty dreams about you. Are you happy now?”
You couldn’t believe that what came out of his mouth was just that so you pinched his cheek once more (getting a whine from him). “Hobi…how long has this been going on for? And why me?”
Hoseok could barely meet your eyes but he did his best to stay steady. “It’s, uh, been on and off for about…a little over a year? And why not you? I mean-“ He motioned a hand to you. “It’s you.”
“…what does that even mean?”
There was nothing but silence for a while as the two of you stared each other down. Finally, he gave in but not before letting out a deep sigh.
“Well, Y/N…I mean, you’re one of my closest friends. I can be laidback around you and not have to worry about you hanging with me for superficial reasons. Your personality is refreshing as hell, you’re not afraid to tell me when I’m getting a big ego or to fuck off when I’m acting like a dickhead. But you’re also nice enough to go along with my stupid jokes or hell, go on random trips with me even though you have to beg for time off work. And well-“ He grabbed your chin, shooting you a sunny smile. “Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately?”
You thought that the ‘Hobi flustering you’ saga was over before your little romp but his words made that moot. It was rare for your friend to show his appreciation in speech rather than physical gestures, such as the tennis bracelet he had gotten you for your previous birthday and the spa day he had booked for you after an extremely stressful week at the office. So to have him say all of these things about you while you were both stark naked and still connected had your face feeling like it was on fire. It took everything in your being to not bury it into the crook of his shoulder; instead, you swallowed the lump in your throat and croaked out an answer.
“W-Well, yeah…but I think my mirror might be broken or something…”
“Hm, guess I could buy you a new one, then?”
You grabbed one of the pillows and gently smacked him on the face with it, muffling the obnoxious laughter now coming out of him. “You rich people are a whole different breed, swear to God.”
He shoved the pillow off, sticking his tongue out at you. “Oh, you know you love it, sweetheart.”
“Hobiiiii.” You playfully beat on his bare chest with your fists before giggling. “Have some mercy on me, my ass is still sore from your little session.”
At the mention of your soreness, Hoseok pursed his lips. “Sorry…actually, I’ve got something to fix that. Just let me get to my bag?”
Seeing him look at your hips, you nodded and carefully eased yourself off of him, stifling the moan that threatened to escape your chest. You flopped onto your back next to him, clamping your thighs together to prevent his come from leaking out and staining the sheets. Hoseok sat up and threw his legs over the edge of the bed (reaching down to massage his right calf muscle immediately) before standing up and making his way to the luggage hold in the back of the room. Your eyes followed his every move, watching the muscles on his lean form flex with every motion.
“…stop staring at my ass.”
“Hey, it’s right there, how can I not?”
“Pervert.”
You winked at him devilishly, receiving an eye roll before he opened the door to the next room. You took the opportunity to tip your head back and shut your eyes, relaxing into the bed. Although it was tempting to close your eyes, you had a strong feeling that Hobi would give you a rude awakening when he returned. Thankfully he didn’t take too long, walking back into the room with a bottle of what looked like lotion in his hand. You tilted your head in curiosity only to get a chuckle from him as he shook the bottle playfully.
“Lay on your stomach for me.”
You followed his instructions, turning over and bringing a pillow down to fold your arms and rest your chin on, getting comfortable. Hearing a soft click from behind you, you gasped when you felt something cool being poured on your bottom.
“Relax, it’s body lotion. It’ll make you feel better.”
Humming in approval, you fought back a wince when his hands rested on your reddened skin, slowly but firmly massaging the lotion in. After some time, the cream began soothing your irritated bottom, pulling a pleased sigh out of you.
“How is it?”
“Mmm, much better.”
Hoseok chuckled, kneading his hands into your flesh. “Good. Never had any complaints with this kind.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, why spend extra on some specialty brand when this will do just fine?”
At his statement, you propped yourself up before turning your upper torso around, giving your friend a look of disbelief. “Hoseok, I know you of all people are not complaining about price difference!”
He blinked at you, hands still moving on your skin. “What’s wrong with that?”
“Uh, let’s see, you’re filthy fucking rich, that’s what!”
“Y/N-“ A dark brow raised. “You think I stay this rich by blowing excess money on everything in my life? There’s some things that you just don’t need to blow money on because of the name.”
“Says the guy who only wears Balenciaga underwear.”
“Hush you.” He emphasized his request with a gentle shake of your ass cheek, pulling a giggle out of you. “You see what I mean? Not a lot of people would make a joke at my expense like that.”
You wiggled your toes as you hummed. “Because they’re scared of pissing off big, bad Hobi?”
“Exactly. But a certain someone has special privileges because they are very near and dear to my heart and I wouldn’t know what I’d do without them.”
You couldn’t help but direct an exaggerated pout to Hoseok, wobbling your bottom lip for effect. “Aw, Hobi, you’re going to make me cry with such kind words.”
“Hold on now, Y/N, I’ve never had a woman cry in my bed before, I don’t plan to have it happen now.”
“But I made you nut so hard you got a leg cramp, doesn’t that fall under my special privileges?”
Hoseok’s blank stare made you burst into a fit of laughter. “You’re so lucky your ass is still sore or I’d throw you over my lap right now.”
You were feeling bold and decided to wiggle your ass at him, remembering how it affected him earlier. “Tempting offer but I’d like to be able to sit again. Lucky you though, we’ve got the rest of the week to carry it out.”
Hoseok scoffed and rolled his eyes at your teasing. “Keep talking like this and I’ll-“ Out of nowhere, he cut himself off, his face becoming bewildered as he picked up on your words. “Wait…what did you just say?”
Biting back a wide smile, you carefully turned over, sitting up with your legs folded underneath you. Tucking your hands between your thighs, you bent forward at your waist, only leaving a bit of space between you and your friend’s dumbfounded face. “I said, we’ve got the whole week to play out your little fantasy, Hoseok.”
It must have taken him a little over a minute to fully process what you said but when it hit, that beaming smile of his came in full force, perfect teeth on full display. “Y/N…you serious?”
“Serious as a motherfucker.” You emphasized your promise with a peck to his lips. “So quit being jealous, even you can’t make it look cute.”
He pouted, cheeks warming as you called him out. “Wh-Who said I was jealous?”
“Come on Hobi, it was so obvious, you never stop me from wanting to jump someone’s bones.”
“Hey! I-I was just looking out for my friend’s well-being!”
The unconvinced sound you let out only made Hobi pout harder. But his demeanor faded when he giggled before taking your face into his hands, giving you a more thorough kiss, pulling away with an audible smack. “Guess we’ll be keeping ourselves busy this week, huh?”
“Mhm. Buuut, if you get tired of me, I could find someone to take over for you instea- Ah! Hobi!”
Your teasing was put to an end when Hoseok stood up and picked you up all of a sudden, forcing you to wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist for fear of being dropped. Just as you were about to tell him off, he fixed you that penetrative stare from before, shutting you up.
“Y/N, you underestimate me; I could never get tired of you. But if you don’t believe me, I could fuck you senseless again?”
His words lingered with an undercurrent of a promise that made a shiver run through your body, your grip instinctively tightening on him. “Well, not that I’m against that but I do have your come running down my thigh and I’d really like to get cleaned up in that fancy shower of yours, if you don’t mind.”
“Hmm…okay then.” Instead of putting you down and letting you go off on your own, Hoseok turned and started carrying you in the direction of the bathroom.
“Uh, Hobi? What are you doing?”
“Taking you to the shower, what does it look like?”
You gave him an annoyed look. “I can walk just fine.”
“I’m sure you can-“ He gave you a cheeky smile. “But I’d like to take a shower too and the hot water only lasts for forty minutes.”
All you could do was stare at him as he continued carrying you, giving in with a sigh and a shake of the head when he reached the threshold. “Fine but you better keep your hands to yourself, okay?”
“Yes ma’am!”
Hoseok kept his promise for about three minutes before he insisted on washing your back for you. You stared him down, waiting to see if he had any flicker of bad intentions in those dark eyes of his; nothing changed so you let him be. His hands carefully scrubbed your back, making your eyes shut in peace until you felt his long fingers creeping around to caress your breasts. When your head whipped around to scowl at him, he merely gave that innocent, sunny look and said you missed a spot there. You let the fondling slide and let him continue washing you until one of his hands snuck further down south, pulling a gasp out of you as he ‘accidentally’ kept brushing past your clit. And of course, the touching from up above plus his skilled fingers ended up with you bracing yourself against the shower wall a few minutes later, Hoseok making you moan with slow but firm rolls of his hips into you. At least he had the courtesy to be mindful of your abused bottom.
Never in a million years did you think this would be how you started your vacation, seeing yourself taking a nice, uninterrupted nap on the long flight and waking up to tropical air and sunshine and colorful leis being placed on your neck. You couldn’t really find the energy to be mad at your friend though (mainly because he had fucked it out of you twice); there was still five and a half hours left to get some well-deserved sleep.
