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villainsandvictimsalliance · 3 years ago

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Ok but like... In some weird alternate universe... Would Hero!Shiggy become childhood friends to enemies to friends to lovers with Villain!Dabi?

Absolutely yes because hero!Shiggy would never leave a friend behind, specially if that friends is suffering and needs someone by his side.

I can imagine it like this:

Dabi was a lonely kid, not because he didn't had friends, but because somehow he felt like he was not really seen. Like everyone saw what they wanted to see, but no one could break the walls he put there. He had a shitty childhood. He was pretending everything was fine all the time, but it was not. No one knew, no one saw.

And then Tomura found him.

Even when he was a weird kid with a dangerous quirk, it was impossible to ignore him. He was kind and stubborn, the only one who never backed away from an adventure or a dare. Dabi liked that. Eventually, he learned that Tomura has a shitty childhood just like him. Around that time they became a team. They'd run away from home some days, they'd train and study together, they'd talk about their plans and dreams. Dabi was not scared of Tomura, neither he was afraid of his hands. Tomura wanted to become a great pro-hero and Dabi wanted to beat the future pro-hero #1 in a fight.

But one day, Dabi died. At least that's what they told him when he asked. That's what he learn in school, that his friend had died and he hadn't been able to save him.

Tomura grew with that weight on his heart. His mindset changed after that. No, he didn't want to be a normal pro-hero. He wanted to be a rescue specialist, someone to save those who were low and hidden, who were lonely and left behind. Others could fight with villains, but him? He was there to save lives, not take them.

His years studying to be a hero were not exactly remarkable. Yes, he went at UA, but thanks to his nature he was always getting ignore. He was insanely smart and fast, had good strength and flexibility, but his quirk was, once more, too dangerous to be a hero quirk. He graduated the best he could and started working on tiny agencies, helping wherever he can. It was in his 19th birthday when he saw Dabi again.

The building Tomura was in was coming down.

Outside, heroes and villians were crashing against each other, like waves hitting the rocks of a beach. Tomura was running running running through the building, carefully decaying with his quirk a path for him to break through. Behind him, following close, at least three families cried out. He needed to take them to the ground before another big attack. There were kids with him. He couldn't fail them. He couldn't—

A blast occurred, followed by an object collided the side of the building and coming through right in from of them, hitting the wall hard.

Tomura waved the families to keep going. He swallowed. “Just one more floor, stay close to the walls. There's more heroes waiting for you, okay? Now go! ”

The person in front of him was a villain. He knew it in his heart, that's why he shielded the families with his body and pushed them to quickly pass by the body, straight to the next exit. The villain grunted, breathing heavily as he pushed himself up. Black ripped clothes, dirty dark hair, blue—

Blue eyes. The same blue eyes he had adored as a child. The same nose and bratty smile, the same spiky hair.

“ Dabi. ”

There was a moment between them, when none of them moved or blinked or breathed. They only started at their childhood friend.

And then Dabi attacked him with a blast of blue fire straight to his face.

All over Tomura, faked hands were grabbing his body. Their mechanisms were specially designed to give him the extra mobility he needed, with fine ropes inside them that he could shot and retract at will. Tomura dodge the attack, shooting one of those hand to Dabi's feet and tugging the rope, making the idiot fall to the ground.

The fight was short and fast. Dabi tried burning the rope of the hand, Tomura took the chance to run to the hole Dabi had left on the side of the building. The last thing Tomura saw before jumping, using a hand to slide him safely to the ground, was Dabi incredulous face as he watched him go.

From that point on, as a cruel joke, they kept finding each other in the oddest of situations.

Tomura was always submerging himself in big fights scenarios, because he was always risking his life to save others. Dabi, on the other hand, was always there to bring support to the villain side. So they kept clashing and interrupting the other.

And of course, arguing tension.

That was probably the most frustrating fact about it all. Every time, Tomura tried to make Dabi explain how he was alive, where had he been all those years, why he never went back to find him. Every time Dabi tried to make Tomura turned his back to the heroes.

“ Come with me. ”

They went back to their respective places alone, feeling defeated and tired.

But not always. Little by little, in between fights and attacks, they found themselves smiling again to each other. Well, yes, there was also a bit of sexual tension, mostly because Tomura needed to get close to Dabi in order to capture him, so sometimes Dabi would found himself pinned to the ground and other times Tomura would find himself trapped against Dabi's body and a wall. It made them dizzy, addicted even. The shot of adrenaline after learning there was a new mission, so they could see the other again. The feeling of the fight, of being totally immersed in another person's breathing, saying, moving. It was the heat and the danger, the familiarity, the joy of finding a friend and a rival, an enemie and a possible lover.

Little did the know that another twist was about to shake them to the core.

A year later, Tomura was kidnapped by a big bad man Dabi was working for. They called him AFO. Imagine Dabi surprise and concern when he found out that Tomura was on their base, alone with who was probably the worst person alive. Dabi was only a distraction, apparently. Something to drag Tomura closer and closer, enough to have him exactly where AFO wanted, like a moth in a spider web. He wanted to break Tomura, turn him against the heroes, against All Might.

Dabi saw him only once before making his decision. It was late, he sneaked pass the guards to the lab where Tomura was being kept. And what he saw, the way he saw the boy he had missed and loved and hated and longed for, floating in a giant capsule filled with water... He had heard the rumors about Tomura screaming his throat raw, the level of suffering he was putting up with.

For the first time in years now, Dabi felt the bitterness of his behavior climbing to his mouth. He had let that happened. Tomura let him scape again and again, he had covered him, lie for him, he was there because of him.

Dabi couldn't let him die for him too.

He smashed the glass. Tomura was heavier with muscle, he couldn't— he—

Just in time, he felt a friend of his lift Tomura up. Twice.

“ Is this the boy? ”

Dabi didn't reply, dead eyes sparkling among the darkness of the room. Behind him, Compress read his face and let out a tiny approval, telling the others to hurry up. They needed to get far really fast if they wanted to survive the night.

Tomura hadn't met them yet. The League of Villains. His somehow friends, even when he refused to called them that. Would he like them? As he ran, he came to think that yes, Tomura would probably adore them. It was impossible, but the League was fighting like Tomura was a part of them too, barely knowing the guy.

Everything was fine until Toga shouted at someone to make room for the boyfriends.

Oh, they were dead, they knew it. It was either the heroes or the villains, two sides where they didn't belong. So why? Why risking it all for a dude?

Maybe—, Dabi thought to himself as he watched Tomura wake up with rage as pure as his white hair on his eyes, a look he had never seen on him. Tomura only touched the ground and in seconds, a road of dust was opened to them. No more bodies or walls or trees, just a gray path with nothing in it.

In the distance, he heard someone calling out Tomura's name, a hero, a girl.

Spinner mumbled something and pointed at the rising sun. The rest started running towards the horizon. Dabi stayed back, holding Tomura up with an arm on his waist. The hero let his head rest on his shoulder and fell asleep again.

Maybe because he's our hero.

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thatmultifandomhoe · 5 years ago

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Hookup on an Airplane

Overview: You were finally achieving your dream of traveling the world, and first stop was South Korea. After a stressful morning and a long flight ahead, all you wanted to do was sleep on the plane, but when your seat mate offers you some help to take care of a certain problem, well, the flight suddenly becomes more fun than you expected.

Word Count: 7,505

Pairing: Hoseok and Reader

Genre/Rating: Traveling AU - Fluff - Humor - Smut galore - then back to fluff - Rated R

Warning: Oh fuck, okay, here we go. Sex in an airplane bathroom (please don’t test this theory out) hand fetish? Fingering (female receiving), Daddy kink, reading porn, dirty talk, implied Dom Hoseok and implied submissive reader (does that make sense?), hand job (male receiving), unprotected sex, cream pie, rough sex.

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©thatmultifandomhoe 2019. Do not repost, translate, or use my stories without permission.

Author’s Note: So there’s actually a story about why I wrote this particular Fic. If you’ve been on my blog for a while, then y’all most likely know of my friendship with @worldwidebt7. We have some wild interactions and enjoy torturing each other with gifs of our biases, and have no shame in starting Gif Wars.

There was one particular Gif of our mutual Bias Hoseok that circulated the internet - the one where he was walking out of the airport wearing only a denim jacket that was barely buttoned up and his shorts were hanging low. And my dear Ali - @worldwidebt7 - among our mutual dying, said that if I were to write it, she would draw it.

The evidence as stated:

*Cue the evil laughter.* With that being said, if you’re interested, you can check out that conversation right here. If not, you can skip to the story.

Have fun!

Standing on your toes, you bit your bottom lip in concentration as you tried to shove your duffle bag into the overhead compartment. From the looks of it, the people sitting in your general area had no idea how to place bags and decided to simply toss them in and sit down. You on the other hand, were a Tetris addict and knew how to make any shape fit into any spot with room to spare, and it was driving you insane that you couldn’t rearrange the bags already in here without getting help.

You glanced over your shoulder to see that a line had built up as they waited for you to get out of their way, so taking a short break you moved into your seat, grateful that no one else in your aisle had shown up yet.

As the line of people filtered out to their seats, you took the moment to sigh, running a hand through your hair. This was supposed to be a fun get away vacation to travel, try new food and create memories, but so far yesterday and up until a few minutes ago, it had been nothing but chaos. A simple phone call with your best friend ended up in the two of you fighting, which resulted in you going to bed late so when you woke up this morning, you had to rush and push the speed limits to make it to the airport on time. Now you couldn’t even get your stupid duffle bag into the overhead compartment.

All you wanted right now was sit in your seat and drink a few of those small nip bottles that the air hostess offered.

“That’s my seat.”

Ripped from your thoughts, you were surprised to see a man standing in the aisle, a ticket in hand and a bag on his shoulder. A purple bucket hat covered his hair and his white mask was pulled underneath his chin, allowing him to speak clearly.

“Uh, sorry. I just need to get my bag up there,” you spoke, pointing up at the apartment.

He leaned his head back and smiled, offering a hand. “Oh, I can get it in there for you.”

A part of you wanted to tell him no, that you were perfectly capable of getting it in yourself, but you knew that if you tried again, you’d only be humiliating yourself. With how everyone else just threw theirs in, it was no use for you.

Handing over the bag, you smiled. “Thank you.”

“No problem.”

In seconds, he had your bag up in the compartment and after a quick glance around, shut the door to it.

You couldn’t believe it. “How?”

His eyebrows raised at you in surprise, hands still up on the compartment. “I’m sorry?”

“I spent forever trying to get it in there but it refused to fit,” you explained. “But you were able to do it like it was nothing.”

He stood there in the middle of the aisle, not entirely sure how to answer your question. Luckily, he didn’t have to come up with something on the spot.

“Excuse me,” an air hostess spoke, coming up to your row. She smiled but the corners of her eyes didn’t move. “We’ll be getting ready to take off soon so the two of you need to sit down.”

Apologizing, you turned your ticket back over to check the seating. “I’m in the window seat,” you told him, moving further into the row until you sat down.

He squinted at his own ticket and looked at the seat number on the outer aisle. “Looks like I’m in the middle. Hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all.”

The nice stranger gave you a quick smile as he got in his own seat, slipping his bag on his lap before buckling up. “I’m Hoseok by the way.”

Figuring he had been kind enough to put your bag away for you and seemed like a decent person, you didn’t mind saying your name.

Conversation stopped then as the air hostess’s voice came over the speaker, going over the safety procedures and how to work the seatbelts. After only a few minutes your attention span was itching for something else to focus on, not able to pay attention to her monotone voice anymore.

Shifting in your seat, your noticed Hoseok glance at you out of the corner of your eye, but you played it off as simply trying to get comfortable. You were, but as you leaned back against the head rest, you found yourself stealing another peak at him, this time trying to not get caught.

It was obvious he was dressed for comfort. Sweat pants and a basic tank top, but his jacket with the white stars going down the sleeves seemed like a last-minute decision. Either this wasn’t his first time flying and he just wanted an easy trip, or he didn’t give a damn about airport appearances.

Since you were rushed this morning, comfort had been the only choice as you had thrown on a pair of old jean shorts and a tank top. It was also supposed to be hot when you landed in South Korea, so you weren’t risking death by heat stroke.

“Boring, isn’t it?” Hoseok softly whispered, leaning his head slightly closer to yours when he finally looked at you.

“Yeah,” you murmured, wetting your lips as you glanced at the front of the plane for a brief moment. When you looked back at Hoseok, the corner of his brown eyes crinkled up in amusement. This close up, you were able to make out the faint heart shape his lips made.

It was cute.

“At least we’re all the way back here,” he continued, shifting to the side and leaning closer to you momentarily as he pulled out his phone from his back pocket. “That way we’re not in her direct line of sight.”

“Thank god,” you joked, opening up your purse for the small book you had tossed in a few nights ago. “I don’t think she really knows what it means to smile either.”

He chuckled, shoulders shaking as he leaned back against the head rest, barely paying any attention to the flight attendant.

After locating the novel, you raised an eyebrow as you tried to look above the heads of the people sitting in front of you in a last-ditch attempt to pay attention, but you were unable to see clearly.

“She’s almost done,” Hoseok murmured, spotting you trying and adjusting in your seat out of the corner of his eye.

You lifted your hands off your legs as if to praise the holy gods hiding up above, making Hoseok laugh again. He was right though. By the time you settled back against the seat, the voice overhead came to stop, allowing various conversations to pick up once again.

Flicking through the pages, you noticed Hoseok slouching back in his seat, his chest rising before he deeply sighed. For some reason, the action caused the corner of your lip to curl up, amused by him.

“I hate to be that boring seat mate,” he spoke, capturing your attention again. “But I think I’m going to sleep since this is gonna be a long flight. Do you mind snagging me any of those snacks they come around with for when I wake up?”

“Not at all,” you reassured, his smile sending your heart racing.

It seemed like only minutes afterwards, once you were finally reading your book, Hoseok was out like a light. Now that you weren’t worried about getting caught, you took the chance to glance over your seat mate.

He was without a doubt, hot as hell. The tips of his hair reached his eyebrows, skin perfectly tan. Then there was the fact that he was actually nice, and funny. Jeez, he was batting for a hundred on your list.

Licking your lips, you turned back to your book, rereading the first sentence for the fourth time already. It felt like forever by the time you were reached the end of the first page, but as you continued, you couldn’t recall what you had already read.

Another glance at Hoseok had you inhaling a shaky breath. His arms were loosely crossed over his stomach, his fingers long and thin like a pianist were resting on the armrest. On its own, your mind conquered up other images, all possibilities of how he might use those fingers on you.

“Fucking hell,” you muttered, closing the book shut to lightly slap the cover against your forehead.

This was going to be a long ass flight.

True to your word though, each time the hostess came around with snacks, you acquired one not just for yourself, but also for Hoseok for whenever he woke up. It had gotten to the point that you had a small little pile and when she came around again, you didn’t dare ask for the mini packet of peanut butter crackers with the look she gave you.

It had been three hours since Hoseok fell asleep, but when he did wake up, he frowned as he glanced around, disorientated from the nap and as if he couldn’t remember where he was.

You waited a few moments for him to gather himself before holding up the snack sized M&Ms, giving them a little shake for extra effect.

“I have snacks,” you softly declared, not wanting to disrupt or annoy any of the other passengers.

Hoseok raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smile as you passed his stash over to him. “You are the best fucking person ever. Thank you.”

Shrugging, you took a sip of your water while he ripped into the food. “It’s no problem.”

“You’re still the best.”

That made you chuckle. “I just saved you some snacks, it’s not like I gave you a winning lottery ticket.”

“Anyone else would have just gotten themselves the food,” Hoseok pointed out, pausing to swallow before continuing. “And would have figured that since I was sleeping, I get to miss out. But it’s not my fault for being so tired. I blame my friends for that.”

The comment caught you off guard, making you wonder if he was going to go off on a rant. But despite not knowing the context, you were able to relate to a point. “What happened?”

He shook his head, leaning back in his seat but this time, turning so he was facing you. “One of my best friends, Yoongi, just got out of this relationship. He’s been with this guy Jungkook for years – who’s a great guy by the way, I mean it - but they broke up. I still don’t know why, but Yoongi called me drunk off his ass, and so I had to go find him and bring him back to another friends’ house where we tried to calm him down and get to sleep.”

You winced at the mention of a break up. Break ups were never any fun, and to have to help out a friend with one the night before a flight to another country, it was a miracle that Hoseok hadn’t slept longer than he had.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized.

Hoseok shrugged, focusing on the remaining M&Ms he dumped into his palm. “I’m just hoping they work it out.”

“How long were they together?”

“Four years.” Holding out his hand with the candy, he nodded for you to take some. Not wanting to be rude, you took the red ones as he continued.

“They’ve both had it rough but together, it’s like they were able to overcome their problems. They brought out the best in each other. Which is why we’re hoping that they get back together.”

Despite not knowing the troubled couple, you found yourself nodding in agreement. What you knew about love, was that it wasn’t always sunshine and rainbows like it was made out to be. The honeymoon stage wasn’t a permanent residence, but a minor travel spot on the way to the main destination.

“Enough about my friends,” Hoseok suddenly spoke, looking up at you. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

A smile grew on his face. “What got you buying a plane ticket to South Korea – and I’m assuming here – all by yourself? Didn’t want to share the adventure with anyone?”

This time, you were the one shrugging as you looked down, pushing the last two pieces of candy around in your palm. “It’s kinda dumb,” you warned, glancing at Hoseok.

He frowned, head tilting in interest. “Nothing’s dumb if it means something to you.”

His remark had you pausing. All your life you had been told to chase after your dreams, but to also be smart going about them. Sometimes it was better to simply walk than to run. So growing up, you always did what was expected and played things safely, that way one day, you would be able to go running like you wanted.

“When I was younger, I always wanted to go backpacking through Asia,” you explained, feeling the weight of his eyes as he focused on you. You couldn’t remember the last time someone gave you their attention like this.

“Back then though, I never realized how much time and money it would take to do that, so I always thought it would never happen. But then I realized, just because I couldn’t visit every single country in Asia at once, didn’t mean that I couldn’t visit a country or two once in a while.”

Again, you shrugged, sheepishly smiling when you noticed that Hoseok hadn’t looked away. When he didn’t say anything right away, you began to wonder if maybe you had said too much. Maybe you should have said that it was just a spur of the moment trip, anything to have kept it short and simple.

“See,” Hoseok gently spoke. “That’s not dumb. In fact, it’s pretty smart and admirable that you’re doing something you’ve always dreamed about. Not a lot of people follow their dreams anymore.”

Raising an eyebrow, you leaned back against your seat. “No offense, but that sounds like a line from Tangled.”

His lips curled into the sweetest smile then as he laughed, your own giggles joining in as the two of you ignored the pointed looks coming from the air hostess as she passed by.

“Hey, I could make a great Eugene Fitzherbert you know.”

“I don’t doubt that.”

Giggling again, you ran a hand through your hair, glancing at your phone that was in the other. With a quick tap it revealed the time, although that didn’t really matter because the flight itself still had over ten hours left. Before you were even able to stop and cover your mouth, a yawn suddenly escaped.

“Why don’t you take a nap?” Hoseok suggested. “We’re gonna be flying for a while, might as well catch all the sleep you can get.”

You hummed in agreement, already thinking it’d help to pass the time too. Hoseok chuckled, watching as you shifted in your seat to find a moderately comfortable position – although he knew that was absolutely impossible to do on an airplane.

It only took a matter of minutes. The combination of lack of sleep and nerves on flying solo to a foreign country where you knew no one, had eased while talking with Hoseok, allowing you to slip into an easy and more than welcomed nap, with dreams that involved your seatmate in ways that would have had you blushing had you been awake.

Blinking your eyes open, you squinted in the somewhat dark airplane. The lights above each seat where turned off with the exception of a few passengers up front, otherwise enveloping the rest of the plane in darkness.

A groan slipped through your lips as you sat up, back cracking from the awkward position you had shifted to while in dreamland. Pressing a hand against a specific sore spot, you glanced over at Hoseok, remembering your unusually vivid dreams.

His lips had been murmuring filth in your ear from behind, long fingers trailing down your stomach until they reached down to your core as his hips snapped at a merciless pace. You wondered if he groaned the same way as he did in your dreams, breathlessly but rough as he took you the way he wanted.

You wet your lips, shakily inhaling as you settled back against your seat, this time uncomfortable for a whole other reason. This was the last thing you need. Hell, you shouldn’t even be thinking about it in the first place. He was practically a stranger; someone you’ve only known for a handful of hours and the only reason for that was by sheer luck. If had decided to cancel your flight, you were certain that you wouldn’t have ever met him.

But the more you thought about it, the harder it was to not imagine it. Crossing your legs, you mentally cursed upon feeling the familiar wetness. Now you really were uncomfortable and aching for some relief.

Locating your phone, you chewed your bottom lip while opening up your blog feed, scrolling through it in an attempt to find something to hold you over. If not until you were able to check in to your hotel room, then to at least the end of the flight.

You mindlessly scrolled, passing pictures of nature and the occasional text post, stopping to read one that captured your attention for more than a few seconds. Nothing however, seemed to distract you from replaying your dreams, even finding yourself zoning out occasionally.

Since you weren’t paying attention, your thumb was still scrolling for you, and when you finally refocused on the screen, you sat up with a sudden jolt. Your eyes widened in shock as you stared at the image. The blog name was a familiar one, jogging enough recognition from your memory that you knew it wasn’t SFW at all, and the black and white gif that was being used at the top of the post only emphasized that.

A quick glance at Hoseok confirmed that he was once again sleeping, head back, eyes closed and earbuds firmly placed in his ears. You should have exited out and onto a different blog, but when you finally looked back at your phone, you automatically swallowed at the sight of a cock ramming into some woman.

It had been a while since you last had sex – only having yourself and a trusty vibrator to take care of the job – and after that dream, it didn’t take much to get you horny. Taking once last look at Hoseok to make sure he was still asleep; you dimmed the brightness to zero and began to read the erotica.

His fat cock slammed into her, sending her gasping as she gripped the blankets underneath her. He had slid in with ease, their previous playing had left her plenty wet enough. As he thrust, her clit rubbed against the blankets and she was moaning, delirious as his grip tightened on her hips.

“You like that baby?” he grunted, the sound of his pelvis slapping against her ass echoing in the bedroom. “You like it when I fuck you like this?”

She moaned instead, pushing onto her elbows so she was no longer lying flat on her stomach, but he was quick to put her back into that position and tugged on her hair.

“I told you not to move unless I said to,” he spoke, slowing his thrusts in response to her disobedience.

“I’m sorry Daddy,” she groaned, hoping to please him so he’d go faster again.

He grinned though and stopped thrusting, using his other hand to slap her ass, enjoying the way her body jumped at the contact and her moan when her clit was pressed harder against the blankets. “Sorry for what?”

“Sorry for being a bad girl,” she was quick to answer. “Sorry for not doing what you told me to do.”

"That’s better.” Releasing her hair, he grabbed her hips and without warning, tugged her further off the bed so this time only the middle of her stomach and up were actually on it, and harshly thrust into her, setting the pace faster than when he stopped. “But I’m not sure if you deserve to cum.”

She whined, no longer feeling the rubbing on her clit anymore. “Please Daddy. Please let me cum.”

He grunted from above her, slamming into her slick pussy as he reached a hand up to squeeze her nipple. A ripple of pleasure jolted through her and her walls squeezed around his cock. His was the only one that filled and fit her so perfectly. They had been at it for hours now and he already made her cum more times than she could count, but her body reacted to his touch and demanded another orgasm from him.

“Do you deserve to cum?”

“Yes Daddy, please. I’ve always been such a good girl.”

She was, he knew that, and so he wrapped an arm around her hips and reached down with his other one, vigorously rubbing her clit as he went harder and faster, feeling his balls tense up in his own orgasm.

“That’s some shitty porn,” a hushed voice whispered in your ear.

You jumped in your seat, fumbling to turn off the phone as you clutched your pounding chest, suddenly looking up.

Hoseok had raised an eyebrow, chuckling at your reaction. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to read over your shoulder, but I caught one line and couldn’t stop reading.”

You were still shocked. You had gotten caught by your hot seat mate while reading porn. But instead of that making you feel uncomfortable, it turned you on even more.

“It’s…it’s fine,” you murmured, wetting your lips as you forced yourself to look away from him.

He softly hummed in amusement, watching as you shifted in your seat. While you had been engrossed in your reading, he had taken the moment to look around. Everyone around them was sleeping, and the flight attendants were at the front of the plane.

Leaning forward, he brushed his lips against the outer curve of your ear, making sure they touched with every word. “You don’t seem to mind being horny on a plane.” He murmured. “In fact, you seem to be…unsatisfied.”

Any memory of how to breathe seemed to escape you then, leaving you like stone at the feel of his soft lips. He was right though. If anything, you wanted to sneak off to the bathroom and finish the job, but the gears in your mind shifted.

Finally taking a shaky breath, you softly smiled as you carefully placed your palm on the inside of his thigh. “Are you suggesting that you finger me?” You murmured back, feeling your heart race when his hand slowly crept up your own bare thigh, fingers teasing the skin when he reached the edge of your shorts.

“Actually, I was suggesting we fuck,” he answered back. Tilting his head, he kissed the back of your neck, fingers roaming over near the place you wanted them. “But like I said, that porn you were reading was shitty, and I’m betting that I can make you wetter than some half ass erotica.”

His tongue wet the skin he kissed and it took everything in you to not lean back in pleasure. If you did, he wouldn’t be able to kiss you. “How about both?” You breathed out.

Feeling his lips curl against your neck, his hand cupped your covered core. “Sounds like you’re my kind of woman.” He lifted his head to double check that no one was looking as you fixed the blanket to cover both your bodies.

The thought of what you were doing sent a thrill through you, and while Hoseok was shifting in his seat to get closer, you slipped a hand underneath the blanket and undid your shorts, tugging them down just enough to give him the room he needed.

When Hoseok slipped his hand back underneath the blanket, he was surprised to feel the soft lace of your underwear instead of the rough denim. He darkly chuckled as he circled your clit with his index finger, leaning his head against yours once again.

“Eager, are we?”

“Please,” you whispered, shifting your hips against his touch.

He kissed your temple. “Stay quiet baby, or else we’ll get caught.”

When you nodded, he rubbed his fingers over your covered center, teasing and working you up. His touch was like being electrocuted, pleasure coursing through your body and this was only a tasting. What you wanted was him inside you.

Sliding his fingers under the fabric, he nearly groaned upon feeling how wet you already were. “Scoot forward a little,” he murmured, all while rubbing your clit.

You pressed your lips together to keep quiet, but as you shifted like he asked, it took everything and then some to hold back the moan when he slid his middle finger inside. His soft groan echoed in your ear and for a moment you thought someone heard, but when you saw no one looking back at you, your body relaxed against the seat.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me baby,” he murmured, pulling his fingers out only to push them back in. As much as he wanted to say fuck it and go to town on you, he had to be mindful that the two of you didn’t make too much noise as he easily slipped a second finger in.

You shakily sighed, moving your head to lean against his shoulder instead as he slowly pumped you. When his fingers were coated, he pulled them back to circle your clit, resulting in you gasping as you clutched his thigh.

Hoseok gasped himself, grounding his teeth so not to groan, because what you had grabbed, was not his thigh.

It took a second, but as you felt what you held, you realized that instead of going for his thigh, you had grabbed his crotch. Specifically, his dick.

The blanket covered Hoseok as well, so you slipped your own hand under his shorts and underwear, wrapping your fingers around his cock. He was hard and without the blanket, there was probably a noticeable tent.

“Oh shit,” he whispered, squeezing his eyes shut as his fingers briefly stilled. He hadn’t expected you to go ahead and do that, but he found himself lifting his hips every time your hand went down.

He was fairly thick, but what your mouth watering up was his length. You wouldn’t be surprised that if he was fully erect in these shorts and went without the underwear, he’d have a peeping tom. Testing the limits, you ran your thumb against his head – feeling a bead a pre-cum already coming out – and spread it across him.

His hips jerked, but he didn’t forget about you. Your legs were already shaking and he could hear you trying to catch your breath, so he figured it must have been a while since you’ve been with another person. The thought that you were letting him do this – on an airplane nonetheless – made him grin as he focused solely on making you cum.

“Oh god,” you whispered, feeling your insides twist in anticipation. “Fuck, Hoseok…” Knowing that you risked getting caught, you didn’t think twice about burying your face in his shoulder, biting down on his jacket while squeezing your eyes shut as your orgasm washed over you.

Even then he didn’t stop. Not when you bit him or as he felt your hips jerk as he pushed you past the breaking point. All it did was turn him on even more.

“See,” he murmured, slowly removing his hand from underneath the blanket without touching it. A quick glance around the room reassured that the two of you were still on the safe side. “I can make you wetter than damn erotica.”

You nodded in agreement, lifting your head off his shoulder just in time to watch him stick his fingers in his mouth – the very ones that had you seeing stars. He kept his eyes locked on yours as he sucked them clean, his dark eyes overfilling with lust until he popped them out.

Never in your entire life had you done something as risky as this. You weren’t one who didn’t know how to keep their hands off of their boyfriend while in public. But Hoseok wasn’t your boyfriend, and maybe that was why you found yourself leaning forward and kissing him, endorphins running wild as he reciprocated and shoved his tongue in to mingle with yours.

It was wet, messy, and everything you wanted.

“Gotta let go of my cock baby girl,” he murmured, breaking the kiss. “Or else I’m not gonna be able to fuck you senseless.”

He was breathing heavily but was still smiling, especially when your eyes widened in shock and you released him. How you managed to forget that went beyond you, but it wasn’t surprising when Hoseok started to speak again.

“Everyone’s still asleep, and those flight attendants are still up-front talking shit.” Looking over his shoulder, you followed his line of sight to see that the bathroom had the green sign on it. “You go in first and I’ll be there in a few. I’ll knock twice so you know it’s me. That is, if you still want me to fuck you right now.”

If you were still thinking with the rational side of your brain, you should have realized that this wasn’t the smartest thing to do. Hell, it wasn’t even the most sanitary place to have sex. But rationality had been thrown out the window the second you kept reading that blog. And if you were being honest, after feeling Hoseok’s dick in your own hand, you’d be a liar to say you didn’t want him to fuck you senseless. He had the jewels to do so.

“Don’t make me wait long.” Pulling your shorts back on, you ran a hand through your hair and took a deep breath. Like he had said, everyone else was still sleeping like rocks, and as you closed the door to the bathroom behind you, the area was empty.

When the door closed, you leaned your back against the wall, trying to figure out how it was going to work. The space was small and cramped, with just barely enough room for one person. The toilet had a lid covering it, so maybe he’d be able to sit…your thoughts were interrupted with a gentle knock at the door, and then a second one.

You quickly opened the door and Hoseok didn’t waste time to get in, closing and locking it behind him. Without the blanket covering him now, his erection was obvious in the shorts he wore.

Once he was in, all thinking went out the window as he hungrily kissed you, hands slipping your shirt and feeling your body up as you tangled your fingers in his hair. Now that the two of you weren’t out in the open, Hoseok softly moaned against your lips.

As abruptly as the kiss started, he pulled back while simultaneously undoing your shorts. “Even though I would love to fuck you like you deserve, we don’t have enough time.”

“How are we even…?” Your voice faded out as Hoseok chuckled.

He abandoned your shorts and gently taking you by the hips, turned so you were facing the wall, placing your hands up in front of you. “Oh. This makes sense.”

“Got any better ideas baby?” Hoseok asked, taking it upon himself to push your shorts down for you.

You bit your bottom lip as you looked over your shoulder, smiling at him when he met your gaze. He was dropping his own shorts, his dick fully erected as it slapped against his lower torso. In seconds he was going to be inside you. That thought alone not only had your arousal dripping down your thigh, but your mouth watering.

“I’m on the pill,” you said instead, propping your arms against the wall while pushing your lower half backwards for him.

For a second, Hoseok frowned in confusion, but the clarity of what you said appeared in his eyes with a low groan. Knowing that he was short on time, he pressed against you and pushed your panties to the side, sliding a finger through your lips and into you with ease. “You are dripping baby,” he murmured in your ear, lining up with your entrance. “By the time I’m done, this pussy is going to be a fucking mess.”

With that being said, he pushed into your entrance.

Gasping, you pressed your lips together and leaned your forehead against the wall, spreading your legs a little further apart for him. He didn’t hesitate to thrust his entire length inside you, making you feel fuller than you’ve been before when having sex. He leaned his head against yours, his heavy breathing loud in your ear.

“Fuck,” you whispered, wiggling your hips against him. “Fuck me Hoseok, we don’t have time.”

“A woman after my own heart,” he teased, but listened to you. His hands tightened on your hips and pulled out until only his head was still buried inside before thrusting back in, setting a harsh pace with short thrusts due to the lack of space.

A soft moan tried to escape your lips but you shifted your arm further up on the wall, allowing you to bite the skin. The movement not only muffled your sounds, but had made you bend forward a little bit more, allowing Hoseok to hit deeper.

“You like this?” He darkly murmured in your ear. “You like me fucking you on an airplane? Or are you just so cock hungry you’d let anyone finger and fuck you?”

Not wanting to speak, you shook your head in response and luckily, Hoseok was lenient considering the circumstance.

“Just me then? Well I’ll make sure that everyone knows whose pussy this belongs to. They’ll be able to smell the sex coming off of you.”

Closing your eyes, your legs began to tremble from the awkward position. His words were absolute filth, and it turned you on even more. You wanted him to do everything he said to you and more.

“Too bad we’re short on time,” he spoke. His cock was already tensing up and his thrusts were coming harder and faster, but he wanted you to cum once more. Releasing a hip, he slipped his hand back down the front of your panties and gathering some of your slick, he vigorously rubbed at your clit. “I’m gonna pump you full of my cum, and you’re going to keep it in for me baby girl.”

You jerked in his grip, chest heaving and tears leaking out of the corner of your eyes as he drew another orgasm from you. Unconsciously, your walls gripped around his cock and with the feeling of you cumming on him, Hoseok thrusted harshly once more and pressed his chest firmly against your back, releasing inside you.

The small room felt like a hundred degrees and as Hoseok held himself still inside you so not a single drop spilled out, it felt like you were coming down from a high. Knowing that this was the only chance you could do this with Hoseok, you wanted another hit despite that little fact.

Taking a deep breath, Hoseok pressed his forehead against the side of your head, gently kissing your cheek, a surprising action considering how he had been a few seconds ago. It didn’t go unnoticed that he was also rubbing your hips, like he was trying to make up for something.

“You okay?” He softly asked, lips brushing against yours in a faint kiss when you turned to look at him.

You nodded. In fact, you felt more than okay. You felt fucking fantastic.

The corner of your lips curved upwards as you closed the short distance between your mouths, kissing him again. This time slowly, savoring the way his lips moved with yours.

“We can kiss all you want out there,” he joked, pecking your lips once more. “But we need to get out of here undetected first.”

For the first time your mind wasn’t hazy with lust and desire. Now that the two of you were sexually satisfied – somewhat - it was easy to find humor in the situation. As you pushed off the wall, Hoseok carefully pulled out of you, sliding your underwear back in place.

“Not a single drop spilled,” he cooed, kissing your shoulder before tugging your shorts back up. When you were dressed, he maneuvered you so you were closer to the door. “You go first. I’ll be out in a few minutes baby.”

Waiting for him to turn back around, you unlocked the door and slid it shut once you were out. The short walk to your seat had you rolling your eyes in disbelief. It wasn’t all that surprising people were still asleep, but the flight attendants were still at the front of the plane, unaware that two of their passengers had just fucked in the bathroom.

However, you were smiling as you sat down, tapping the screen of your phone for the time. It was early in the morning, but there were still several hours until the plane landed. Pulling the blanket back over your body, you had just gotten comfortable when the seat next to you was no longer empty.

Turning to look at Hoseok, you were confused to see that his tank top was balled up in his hand and only wearing his jacket with two buttons fastened to keep it closed.

“What happened?”

His nose scrunched up as he took his plastic drink cup, pouring some of the contents on it. “While I was cleaning up,” he whispered, glancing up the aisle. “Some of it had gotten on my shirt. Are they still up there?”

“Yeah.”

Hoseok rolled his eyes. “God, you’d think they were the ones having sex.”

You jokingly jabbed him in the sides, making him laugh as he cupped your cheek to kiss you.

“I’ll be right back; I need to throw this shirt out.” He tilted it to admire the wine stains, smiling like a Cheshire cat. “It’s got soda stains on it.”

Without another word, he got up and made his way to the front, his face contorting into an embarrassed frown as he awkwardly waved his hand to get their attention. From the back of the plane, you were able to watch as the flight attendant who didn’t know how to smile took the shirt from Hoseok, pointing to something that you couldn’t exactly see. Most likely a small bin for trash, but it had him smiling. Even from this far back, you could hear his grateful thank you.

His lips were pressed together, eyes meeting yours for a brief moment only to look away when his shoulders jerked in an attempt to hold in his laughter. It wasn’t until you held the blanket up for him and the two of you got as close as possible that you erupted into quiet giggles.

“I’ve never enjoyed a flight more than this one,” Hoseok suddenly said, stretching an arm around you, allowing you to rest your head on his chest.

You hummed in agreement, softly smiling when his lips kissed your forehead. This was not at all how you thought the flight was going to go, but you were not complaining in the slightest. Especially when Hoseok’s cum was still stuffed inside you, a reminder that what happened was not a wet dream.

“So, what are your plans after we land?” He asked.

Confused, you tilted your head back to look up at him. The plans you had in mind had long since disappeared from your mind. It was like recalling smoke. “Um…honestly, I think I was just going to check in to my hotel,” you answered, slightly frowning in concentration. “Yeah, I don’t think I had anything planned for right after we landed. I have some ideas written down, but nothing solid yet. Why? What were you planning?”

He shrugged, taking a deep breath as he leaned his head back against the seat. “Same thing, find my hotel, find somewhere to eat dinner tonight.” He drummed his fingers against your side, chewing on the side of his cheek while lost in thought. Then he turned to look back down at you, a soft smile appearing on his face the longer he stared. “What if…we stayed together? In the same hotel, and room. I hear exploring a foreign country is a lot more fun with another person.”

The smooth repetition of his fingers against your skin relaxed you, a comfort you found yourself relishing in as you sighed. The thought had crossed your mind when you were first planning on this vacation, but you had dismissed it when the few friends you knew would have joined you said they couldn’t, and with no one else to ask, settled for traveling by yourself.

Now the idea seemed lonely and unappealing, especially with this wonderful man who held you in his arms.

Sweetly smiling, you stretched up and kissed him again, taking all the time you wanted. You felt his hands wrap around the small of your back as if to cradle you, a tilt of his head allowing the kiss to become something more, but not as intense as before. Lust and desire had been replaced with adoration and a tenderness that made you want to cry. The passion was still there, and you knew that if you said no, you’d be saying no to so much more than a vacation with Hoseok.

Life didn’t casually hand out men like Hoseok every day.

You squinted at the loud noise that filled the room, confused because you couldn’t remember falling asleep again. There was a chuckling coming from above you and as you slowly sat up and looked around, you noticed that Hoseok was gone.

“Right here baby.”

Turning in the direction of the voice, you smiled when you finally saw him. He was standing in the aisle, your duffle bag in the seat where he had been sitting. “The plane landed so I got your bag for you and threw out our trash.”

“Thank you,” you said, folding the blanket as you sat there. Your seats were at the very back of the plane so it would be awhile before you could leave. “Were you able to call the hotel?” Before falling asleep, you had given Hoseok the number and address for the hotel you were staying at so that he could call and inform the staff that there would be two people staying in the room now.

“Yup,” he cheerfully answered, taking the blanket you handed him and putting it in your duffle bag for you. “And I cancelled my stay at the hotel I was going to use. They weren’t exactly, pleased with my last-minute call.”

Chuckling, you stood and looked around one last time, double checking that you had everything, before going to Hoseok and wrapping your arms around his neck. “What did they want you to say?” You teased, gently kissing him as his hands found their home on your hips. “That you met someone on the plane and decided to follow her every move?”

He laughed as his fingers drew deep circles in your sides, kissing you once before leaning back to gaze at you, his eyes shining with happiness. “More like my seat mate turned out to be this beautiful woman who I ended up fucking on the plane, only to discover that leaving her after the flight sounded worse than death.”

He had lowered his voice and gave a knowing grin as he pressed his forehead against yours. “I mean it though. Leaving you after what we did, it felt so wrong. Plus, I want to spend as much time with you as I can.”

“Why’s that?” You softly asked, not knowing how a simple flight managed to turn into all this.

Hoseok’s eyes seemed to radiate sunshine as he gently kissed the tip of your nose. “Because I am guaranteed two weeks, in a foreign country, with someone who I believe is going to change my entire life.”

The fact that he felt the same way, had you wondering if maybe fate had played a hand in this meeting. Noticing that the plane was starting to thin out, you knew that the adventure was only going to start once the two of you left.

“If I’m going to change your entire life,” you whispered back, “then that means you’re going to be in it for a lot longer than two weeks.”

His lips curled up in amusement, determination flashing in his gaze as he handed you your bag. “I guess we’ll find out at the end of these two weeks then.”

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