#UM HSSHDHDH WHAT

[badbhye]

BELIEVE IT! (M)

pairing: hoseok x reader

genre: it’s literally just smut

summary: you try to teach Hoseok the difference between Naruto and Spongebob

warning: smut, recreational drug usage, (not so) excessive naruto references, switch!hoseok, slight dom themes, cumplay, cum feeding, unprotected sex, oral receiving (m/f), fingering

word count: 3.5k

“Let’s break up,” you say and Hoseok stops kissing down your neck to peer up at you.

“What?” he asks, sitting back to properly confront you. You sigh, rolling your head back to stretch your neck, “I don’t think I can date someone who can’t tell the difference between Spongebob and Naruto.”

“You can’t be serious ____,” Hoseok raises an eyebrow, not amused.

“I’m serious, dude, it goes against my code of conduct,” you fold your arms, fully playing this out.

“I know who Naruto is, ____, I’ve witnessed you go through like 10 opening credits every other night. There’s literally a framed picture of him on your bedside. Which is weird, by the way,” he points beside you, towards the offending frame.

You scoff, “See? This is why I can’t date you,” you pick up the frame, “that’s Kakashi,” you wave it in his face, “but I guess I can let you have this one, even though it physically pains me.”

“What can I do so you’ll drop this,” he sighs, sitting back.

“Well…” you bat your lashes, trying to act cute, “I’ve actually downloaded the Chuunin exam arc, because it’s the most wholesome part of Naruto, and I think watching it together will help strengthen our relationship,” you say excitedly, already whipping out your laptop from your backpack.

“God, fine, whatever,” Hoseok groans, already losing interest.

“You’re not taking this seriously!” you whine but still settle back, pulling up the correct episode, and connecting your laptop to the small speakers balanced on your bed frame.

Maybe ten minutes go by, you’re not sure because you’re immediately hooked. It isn’t until you smell the tell-tale scent of weed that you peer over towards Hoseok, who’s busy rolling a blunt. You nudge him lightly and raise a brow, a small smile finding your lips.

“If we’re doing this, we’re doing it stoned,” he coolly responds, licking the paper to seal it.

“I should be offended, but I think I might just love weed as much as I love Naruto,” you giggle, and take the joint from him before he can light it.

“You’re so greedy,” he pouts but lets you take the first few drags, the two of you settle back down and watch a couple of episodes. You’re not sure how much time has passed but that’s a given because you’re well into the show and Hoseok’s been rolling joints in between episodes. You have to hold back an onslaught of giggles when Hoseok groans, flopping over to you, “do they really have to cut back to the same depressing scene on the swings after every inconvenience…“ he says snuggling into your side.

“It’s called character development,” you point out, “it’s used very cleverly and honestly I’m sorry your brain can’t comprehend its raw emotion…” you take a long drag, purposely ignoring the pointed stare you’re currently receiving from him.

Hoseok huffs, taking the remainder of the blunt and you laugh. Soon enough, your attention is pulled away from your boyfriend and back on the screen and it isn't until you feel his lips lightly grazing your neck that you realize that he's up to something.

“H-hoseok,” you gasp when his innocent pecks turn into him shamelessly sucking on your neck. You giggle when his tongue dances on your skin, reactions belated but that’s a given, considering the copious amounts of weed you’ve smoked but you were always one to get a little too high. Hoseok hums, lips still on your neck, and your giggles turn into soft pants when he lazily bites down on your skin. Forgetting the show completely this time, you turn towards him, and he immediately goes for your mouth, his hands creeping under your shirt and grazing the lace of your bra. You hum appreciatively into the kiss at his movements, enjoying the lazy pace quite a bit. He manages to pull down your bralette and pinch your nipples in the way that has you gasping and digging your nails into his back. He doesn't stop even when you feel so utterly overwhelmed from so little. His free hand slowly makes its way down to unbutton your shorts and without even taking him off, he shoves his hand in, deep enough so two of his fingers are grazing your clothed pussy. He lightly grazes you, not adding any pressure but that and the suction on your neck has you squirming and moaning out.

"F-fuck," you whine out, "stop teasing Hobi!"

He chuckles, admiring the hickey he's managed to make in his wake, "What do you want me to do, babe?"

"Anything...do anything I don't care," you respond, eyes shut tight as his fingers repeatedly go over your clit.

"I'm gonna need more than that..." he hums, "do you want my fingers?" he asks, adding just a little pressure in his movements, "or my mouth?" without waiting for your answer he bites down on the hickey he'd made, "you have to choose, babe."

You feel like that's probably the most difficult decision you'd ever have to make, especially right now. Because you know how skilled he truly is and you're at odds to actually make a decision. At your silence he tuts, ceasing his movements. You open your eyes and give him a pleading look in hopes that he'd take pity on you and just give you what you want. When he doesn't budge, your hips slowly begin moving in hopes to feel the friction he'd robbed you of.

"If you want both, all you have to do is ask," he winks at you but doesn't make a move. He wants you to say it.

You huff, not making eye contact, hips still moving slowly, "B-both," you mumble.

"Huh?" he mocks, "I didn't quite catch that."

You groan, "I want both, please eat me out and fuck me with your fingers, please I can't wait anymore!" you quickly let out, normally you'd be embarrassed by your words, normally you'd have more control but there's something about the combination of weed and Hoseok that gets you so turned on that you can't help it. And seeing the way he reacts to your begging, he probably feels the same way. His eyes widen at your lack of restraint because you normally never succumb to his demands this quickly.

"Someone's eager, huh?" Hoseok jokes before he grabs your shorts and pulls them down, underwear in tow.

"Please hurry," you whine, spreading your legs impatiently, eyes half open as you pout at him.

"How could I say no to that face," he complies, teasing your entrance with his fingers.

"You're so wet...and so needy and I've barely touched you," he says, appreciating the string of your wetness that coats his fingers.

"Don't flatter yourself," you argue, "It's the weed... not you," your typical attitude seeping through, but the way your hips desperately move in need of some relief says otherwise.

"Maybe we need to get weed in you more often if it makes you act like this," he chuckles and inserts a single finger inside you. You immediately whimper at the feeling, clenching hard.

"You're so fucked out," Hoseok says, not particularly trying to tease you as he has to hold himself back from just fucking you at the intense hold you have on his finger, "It's amazing," he mumbles, before kissing your inner thighs.

"H-hobi," you whine pathetically, jolts of pleasure from your high all focused on your pussy, making your legs twitch and Hoseok's ministrations just making every feeling more intense.

When he inches closer to your center, lightly biting down on your thigh, you're practically vibrating with anticipation. He's so close you can feel his breath on your pussy, the feeling of cool air on your wet folds and the slow twists of his fingers sends sparks jolting in your body and concentrating on your clit, even though he's not touching it at all.

Just before you can get lost in the feeling of his mouth on you, you're interrupted by the ever so familiar SASUKEEEEEEEE! that has you jolting up quickly. At your movements Hoseok stops completely, a little shocked, "Hey, you good? I didn't hurt you or anything right?"

"N-no," you pant, head feeling too heavy, "just hold on, one second," you slowly angle your body and feel Hoseok's eyes following every languid movement with slight panic. It isn't until you manage to shut your laptop that you turn to him smiling, "We can continue now!"

"____," Hoseok raises an eyebrow at you, "are you seriously telling me you stopped everything...just to shut down your laptop?"

"Hey," you cross your arms, and you notice Hoseok stare at the way your posture pushes your breasts up but honestly, at this point, it's not surprising, Hoseok's always been a boob guy.

"I wasn't gonna fuck you when my children can see me," you lay back down, legs spreading again, and you sigh once you're comfortable again. There's a silence that you don't particularly mind but when Hoseok fails to get down to business, you open your eyes to find him silently trying to control his laughter.

"What?" you huff out, visibly upset that he's laughing at you.

"You're just... so cute," he says after he's calmed down, pretending to wipe a tear.

At this, you get up, even though you'd rather lay back and enjoy the feeling of being weightless and heavy at the same time. Your dignity is on the line and you never back down when you have something to prove.

"Lay down," you command, pushing him towards the mattress without waiting for a response. He inquisitively looks at you but doesn't ask questions as he lets you manhandle him the best you can in your state.

"You're not allowed to mock me, Jung," you try to sound commanding but the playful lilt in your tone still seeps through.

"Oh," he chuckles, "so we're gonna be like that?"

"Shut up!" you bellow as you move to straddle him. You pout when you see him still smiling at you like he's not taking you seriously, but with the plan you've devised you know he'll be eating his words soon enough.

"I just have one rule," you say, grabbing the hem of his shirt so he knows you want it off. He complies without missing a beat, attune to your silent commands.

"And that is?" he asks once you've begun to unbutton his jeans.

You gyrate your hips a bit, teasing him enough so he has to bite his bottom lip between his teeth, "no touching."

You move off him, settling between his legs and easily pull down his pants. The tent he's sporting becomes more visible with just his boxers acting as a barrier and you can't help but lick your lips in anticipation. You eye him looking at you in anticipation, lips caught between his teeth as his breathing staggers just at the mere sight of you between his legs. You start slow, leaving small kisses on each thigh, working your way up. He's patient at first, just watching you. It's when you plant a kiss right on his clothed cock that he whines.

"Stop teasing, please..." he sounds breathless already, and that makes you chuckle. That was easy.

"Reduced to begging already," you smirk, "and I've barely touched you."

He doesn't even seem ashamed at your verbal teasing, just bucking his hips up so you'll pay attention to his dick instead. You laugh, giving in, dipping two fingers in the waistband of his boxers and pulling them down at an excruciatingly slow pace. He hisses when his cock is finally exposed and has to hold himself back from gripping the shaft.

"Mmmm," you hum, eyes not leaving his dick as you appreciatively lick your lips, "can't wait to have you in my mouth..." you catch his gaze, as innocently as you can just because you know how much he loves that and notice how much his pupils have blown out. His expression alone makes you want to squirm and just give in but you steel yourself and hold your composure.

Feeling determined once more, you take the tip and swirl your tongue around it, immediately getting a reacting when his thighs twitch. You slowly take more of him in your mouth, bobbing your head and taking more each time you go down. Hoseok grunts when you grab ahold of him, gripping the base and twisting your wrist in tune with your mouth.

"God, you're too good to me," he moans out, hips stuttering when you suck a little harder. You hum appreciatively, enjoying his compliments.

"Can you take more of me babe," he breathes, a hand reaching to lightly grab your hair. At his touch you stop completely, moving off him, eyes still on his dick, "What did I say, Jung?"

"Huh," he asks, confused to why you stopped.

"I said, No touching," you look up to make eye contact this time, face completely serious.

He pouts a little before he sighs, eyes half-lidded, "I'm sorry baby, I'll keep my hands to myself," he promises.

You don't put up much of a fight because frankly, having his cock in your mouth and him being so needy is really making it a challenge to not give in and just sit on his dick. You can already tell that you're dripping and are aware of just how easy it would be to slide in. The thought alone has you moving your hips in need of any sort of relief. Hoseok lets out a breathy laugh when he notices your own desperation and in turn, you take in as much of him until you feel him hitting the back of your throat. Your eyes begin to water, but after inhaling a deep breath, you swallow. That has him sputtering, hand reaching up to take hold of your hair. He pulls gently and you groan at the feeling but you don't stop this time, you let him gently fuck your face for a good minute before you start a faster pace.

"F-fuck, I'm gonna come," he stutters, but his hips keep moving. You ignore his warning and grab ahold of his balls, gently massaging them between your fingers.

"___, I'm s-serious, I can't hold it," he whines and you hum, acknowledging him. You eventually slow down your pace and pop him out of your mouth. The image of you on the ground, eyes wide, mouth dripping with a mixture of your saliva and his precome, has him gripping the base of his dick to stop him from coming before he can even get a chance to fuck you.

"Take off your shirt and get on the bed," is all he says, eyes hard as he stares you down.

The tone of his voice alone has warmth pooling down your belly, you're sure that you must be dripping down your thighs at this point. Nonetheless, you find yourself following his orders without question and within seconds your shirt is off and you're laying on your back.

"On your knees," he corrects you, standing up, gently fisting his cock.

A shiver wracks through your body as you scramble to get in position, legs shaking in excitement. Without warning, you feel Hoseok's mouth on you and you have to grip the sheets to keep yourself from falling over.

"F-fuck, Hoseok," you gasp as he latches onto your clit, sucking it gently.

"Babe you taste so good," he says, messily mouthing at your core, "and fuck you're so wet I bet I'd slide right in..."

"Please do," you whisper, arching your back so he'd have better access, "need your fingers..." You're already so fucked out, face buried in a pillow, breathing harshly and when he slides in two fingers with ease, you lose your grip for a second.

"How will you take my cock if you can't even handle my fingers," he tuts, holding you steady from your waist.

"I-I'll take a-all of you, mmh," you say in between soft moans, grinding your hips so you're practically fucking yourself on his fingers.

He scissors his fingers inside you, thumb reaching to rub circles on your clit and soon enough your moans increase in volume but you keep up with his pace.

"Hoseok, I'm gonna come, Hoseo- Fuck," your words are mumbled, broken moans and they just make Hoseok more ruthless in his ministrations.

"Come, baby, fuck yourself so hard that you come on my fingers," he demands, edging you further until you shake from the waves of pleasure that wrack your body. You're whining so hard as you ride out your orgasm, Hoseok's grip tightening when your body goes slack from the exertion. When you've calmed down, Hoseok gently turns you over and settles you down once more, "you good for another round?"

You trail your eyes from his face, down his torso until they land on his achingly hard cock, following a drip of precome that slides down the length. The sight alone has you salivating and feeling the familiar ache between your legs once more. You invitingly spread your legs for him, "fuck me right now," you beckon.

"God, what did I do to deserve you?" he groans, already teasing his cock at your entrance. He's purposely slow, rubbing his dick up your slit till it grazes your clit then goes back down, nudging your entrance but not going in. Your hips twitch every time he's about to go in and by the third time, you're tearing up. "Hoseok, please please fuck me, I can't wait anymore," you shamelessly beg, trying to angle your hips in a way that you can somehow coax his dick to slip inside you. By now, the headiness of the weed has probably left your body and replaced with a thick cloud of lust.

"I'll give you anything you want if you beg like that," he responds, filling you up to the hilt in one swift motion. Both of you pause once he's nestled so deep inside you just getting used to the sensation. You're so wet that the intrusion isn't the least bit uncomfortable, more like a pleasant stretch. He slides back a little before he thrusts in again and you gasp, not realizing that you had been holding your breath. "Go faster please," you urge and he immediately ups his movements to a quicker, harder pace. You have to grab ahold of his back to keep yourself grounded and when your nails dig into his skin you feel him twitch inside you.

"You close," he asks, voice breaking a little.

You know you probably couldn't get a coherent word out so you just nod quickly, groaning a little when he grazes your g-spot. He hums, hand finding your clit once again and promptly pinches it between two fingers, making your hips jump at the added pressure.

"Fu-ck, Hoseok, I'm coming! I'm co-" you cut yourself off with a long drawn out moan as you feel familiar waves of pleasure thrum in your veins but so intense this time that your vision blacks out for a second. Hoseok slows down his pace but still bottoms out every time he thrusts in until you ride out your orgasm. Once your breathing evens out a little and you arch away from his fingers, he slowly slides out of you, a hand immediately gripping his shaft as he works himself to an orgasm. His eyes remain half-lidded and focus on your breasts, you catch on his request and slide closer to him so his dick is inches away from your chest.

"G-god, I'm gonna come," he grits out, working himself so quickly he gets lost in the feeling. Exposing his neck to you, his hips stutter when the first string of come lands on your chest. His movements slow down a little, some of his come splattering on your belly before he lets go. He opens his eyes with a content sigh, catching sight of the utter mess he's made of you. It's a beautiful sight really, your come stained chest, he could probably go another round right now but you look so utterly spent - that again spurring something within him. He hums, moving so he can mouth at your chest, sucking on each nipple before he gathers his come in his mouth. You don't need to be told what to do when he reaches your lips, you readily open your mouth as he shoves his come down your throat. The two of you lazily kiss for a while, you enjoying the taste of him and the feeling of him in your mouth.

"You know," Hoseok says after he's successfully laid down next to you. You turn your head to face him as much as you can in silent question. He lets out an airy laugh, "maybe Naruto isn't so bad after all."