And here is a Fuckboy!Hoseok fic for my lovely wife, Vi, ( @jhopehatesnakeu ) written because the group chat is full of thirst hoes, and I love to kill them and myself with angst!
You knew it was a mistake before it even started, but damn it seemed like a miracle at the time.
Kara’s words still echo in your brain, the tone of her voice was so distinct. It was the tone she uses when she tries to give advice to any of you girls that she knows isn’t going to go well. It was so firm, but desperation laced into it the more she warned you. You couldn’t listen to her though.
Across the room, you see him, licking his lips as he eyes another girl. She might have his attention now, but both of you know that you’ll be in his bed at the end of the night.
The thought of his hot hands dancing over your skin has you tingling in excitement, but sends a sharp pain shooting directly at your heart.
You knew you shouldn’t have gotten feelings for him, and yet here you were.
That thought continued to cross your mind hours later as he pulled your body close, burying his face in your neck as the both of you edged closer to your climax. Heat poured over every inch of your slightly intoxicated body, but no matter how bad you wanted to just soak in the moment, the thought bounced around in your mind, keeping you from fully enjoying it.
“Fuck, Violet,” he groans into your ear, and you feel yourself clench around him, moans slipping from your own lips as you cum.
He follows shortly behind you, but not before coating your neck in another round of harsh lovebites.
It was almost ironic that they could be called that when from his end, you knew there were no feelings. He’d made that clear from the beginning.
Once he’s finished and caught his breath again, he climbs off his bed, brushing a hand through his hair. He makes his way into the bathroom to clean himself up, coming back minutes later to help you do the same. He was always soft after a good round of sex, though it may come as a surprise. Perhaps that had been one of the reasons you’d fallen so hard for him. He could be caring when he really wanted to.
After he finishes cleaning the two of you up, he sends you a look, a smirkish smile with a slight head nod. You know this is his cue to get you to leave, and so you dress yourself quickly.
He throws on a pair of sweatpants, and follows you to the door. You pull it open, but hesitate for a moment. Using your free hand, you brush through your tangled, dark hair, and turn to face him. He looks confused, and your blank expression gives him no idea as to why you’ve stopped. He opens his mouth to ask you about it, but you quickly cut him off.
“This is over, Hoseok. I can’t do this without feelings getting involved, so I’m done,” you say as bluntly as you can manage, tears building up in the corners of your eyes as you try to hold them back.
Before he has a chance to respond, you push out of the door, letting it slam with a bang behind you. You know he’s shocked by your sudden words, but in that moment you couldn’t care less. Tears stream down your cheeks like rivers as you trudge down the hallway. You hear Hoseok open the door and call for you, but you don’t respond. He doesn’t come after you, and you don’t look back.
Though it hurt, a weight has lifted off of your shoulders for the time being, and that’s all that matters.
