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mxcnliight · 2 years ago

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dance for me (pjm)

you were the best dancer in your dance team but, that all went away when your new dance teacher Park Jimin shows up

Paring: Dance Teacher!Jimin x Fem!Reader

Theme: One shot; SMUT, PWP, fluff

Word Count: 4.3K

Warings: sexual tension; dirty talk; swearing; oral sex (f + m receiving); p in v penetration; unprotected sex + crempie (use a CONDOM)

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It’s a typical Saturday afternoon. You’re sitting at your dining table sipping some tea, waiting for your brother to finish getting ready. Today you have your regular dance lessons. You’ve been practicing for the dance competition you’ll be participating in for about 2 weeks. Sure, it’s been pretty stressful, but you’re used to it at this point. The thing causing you the most stress, though, is having joined the dance group taught by your new dance teacher, Park Jimin. Once he joined your dance studio, all you could do was be in awe of his beauty. He’s so handsome yet pretty at the same time. The girls would always fawn over him during dance practice and mess up because of it. Some girls had to stay after to get more lessons with him because Jimin is very particular about his dances. Although, you know some of those girls were only doing it to get some extra time with him. Wherever you go into the locker room, you hear all sorts of rumors and fantasies of those girls and it makes your heart flutter. You ended up doing the only rational thing which was to block out all imaginations of him and try to focus on your dance lessons. You’re not the type of dancer that makes regular mistakes considering you have been dancing for about 3 years now, so having Jimin as your teacher for this group makes you a bit more nervous than usual. You sip your tea and you hear your brother come down the stairs. He’s wearing a black leather jacket with a white tee underneath and some skinny jeans. You roll your eyes, must be he’s going out with another girl again. “Hey, you ready?” he asks, frantically putting on his shoes. You nod and grab your tote bag from the bench next to you, slinging it over your shoulder. You both make your way outside to his black pickup truck. You get in and put your bag over your lap. Once Yeonjun starts the car, he looks over at you. “I’m going out for a while, so text me when you’re done. Mom and dad should be home soon.” You hum in response and you guys take off.

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Once you arrive at the dance studio, he parks his truck and you get out. You shut the car door and make your way around towards his window. He then rolls it down. “Be safe, okay? And have a good time.” “Yup, see you later.” You respond. He rolls his window back up and drives away. You sigh as you go inside, the smell of cheap perfume and sweat meeting your nose. You make your way to the desk near the office. “Good afternoon, Y/N! You prepared for practice today?” the front lady asks. You nod, “you bet I am, I’ve got everything.” “That’s great!” You grab the pen in front of you and sign your name on the sheet. You then thank her and make your way to the locker room. You already hear a bunch of girls in your class talking amongst themselves. You make your way over to your locker and put in the code for the lock. It unlocks and you open it, beginning to take off your jacket. “Y/N, you didn’t tell me your brother was taking you to practice today.” You look over to see two of the girls in your class. “Yeah, he’s such a hottie! Why didn’t you tell us about him?” You roll your eyes at their comments. “Well, I don’t know. It’s pretty weird for people to be fawning over my brother.” You say, hanging your jacket up in your locker. “Oh, come on Y/N! He’s the most popular guy in school. You probably hear more comments than just ours.” You hear them snicker as you roll your eyes again. “Hey, how about you give us his number, huh?” They giggle as you clench your fists. “Alright, that’s enough. Stop bothering Y/N.” You look back and see your friend walk in. The girls then walk away while still giggling. “Thanks for that,” you say, shutting your locker. “You gotta start standing up for yourself, you know I’m not going to be here for much longer.” You smile softly. She has always been there for you, and this is her last year of dance lessons. “You go ahead, I’ll be there in a sec.” You nod and walk out of the locker room. You then make your way to the room where you will be practicing today. You walk towards the center of the room where everybody else is. You begin to do your daily warmups before class begins. A few minutes later, your friend arrives as you both smile at each other. She sits down next to you and starts stretching. “I heard that Mr. Lee isn’t going to be participating in the judging this year.” “Really?” You ask. “Yup. I heard that his daughter is having a baby so he’s going to be there for her during her delivery.” “Huh,” you respond. You didn’t know his daughter was pregnant. Just then, your dance teacher, Seulgi, comes in as both you and your friend get up. She makes it to the center of the room and smiles at everyone. “Good afternoon, everybody! I hope you are all doing well today. We’re going to switch up our daily practice just a little bit today.” You wonder what they’re changing in today’s schedule. “As you know, we usually start off with our main group. But because Jimin has some business to attend to soon, we will start off with group four this morning.” Your eyes widen as your breath hitches. We’re going this early? Usually Jimin is at the end of the day. Panic fills your body and you feel someone touch your shoulder. You look back at your friend and she gives you a comforting smile. “It’s going to be alright.” “I’ll let Jimin start, so everybody else please wait in the other studio where group three will start. As for the rest of you, you may hang out in the waiting room for your turn.” You then head towards the door as Jimin comes in. You gulp, his silver locks are curled a bit and he’s wearing a gray hoodie with some black sweatpants. He and Seulgi exchange glances as Seulgi leaves. You then look back at your friend as she gives you a slight smile and leaves. Now you’re alone with five other girls in your class, waiting for Jimin’s orders. He sets down his bag and pushes the bangs out of his face. He then turns to face us. “Has everybody warmed up already?” he asks. His voice is so soft. You all nod as he sighs, “that’s good. Let’s start then, shall we?” You nod again as you see him go over to the stereo. He then plays some music and comes back to the center of the room. You make eye contact with him in the mirror and gulp. “From the top, one,” you begin to do the moves you have practiced for weeks. It’s like muscle memory for you now. “Two, three, four,” he says as you begin to do the next moves. While doing them, you look at Jimin in the mirror. He looks so flawless. His movement’s have always been so sharp yet so smooth, something you’ve envied for years. He can make everything look easy no matter how hard the move is. “Six, seven, eight,” the next move is a bit hard, but you know how to execute it. You begin to do said move as you see Jimin make eye contact with you again, and that’s when it hits you. You stop as your heart beats super fast. You forgot the move? Confused, you look down at your hands, trying to remember the move as your body follows through the dance again. You get to the part you were stuck on, and your body stops itself immediately like it’s telling you not to do it. You’re so confused, how could you forget the move when you have practiced this dance for weeks?! You begin to panic a bit. “Y/N.” You freeze. You look up and see Jimin staring at you with his arms crossed. He looks annoyed. “I want to see you do it solo.” You look at your classmates as they step back from you. You gulp as you look back at him. “One, two…” the start of the dance comes naturally as you do the moves correctly. “six, seven, eight,” you try to remember the next moves. You start to, but then you stop. You can’t remember… you then make eye contact with Jimin as he clenches his jaw. “We will continue this later, Y/N. Let’s move onto the next move.” You see that Jimin is disappointed in you as you are with yourself. Reality hits you as you know you will be staying after class with him.

A couple hours later, you’re done with practice for the day. You make it out of the dance studio and walk towards the locker room. You see Jimin waiting by the door as your breath hitches. “Come with me, Y/N.'' He walks into an empty dance studio with you and he shuts the door behind him. You then walk to the center with him and you look at the floor, anticipating what he will say. “Are you okay, Y/N? You usually don’t make mistakes like this.” “I- I know, I’m sorry Jimin. I don’t know what came over me during practice today.” He sighs as he takes your chin in his hand, making you look up at him. “You're one of the best dancers in this class. I expect big things from you, Y/N.'' You gulp and nod. He then lets go of your chin and looks in the mirror. “Let’s go over it again.” You nod and look at yourself in the mirror. Jimin comes behind you as you take a breath in and out. “One, two…” you start the dance again and see Jimin is looking at you intensely trying to see your mistake. “Six, seven, eight,” you sigh as you do the next move but then stop at the same place you did earlier. You then look back at Jimin. “Why’d you stop?” he asks. “I think I forgot the move.” Right when you say this, he stares dead into your soul, looking like he wants to kill you. “Y/N, we have been practicing this dance for quite a while now and you just forgot the move?” You nod as he sighs and comes towards you. “Any other time you would do it perfectly, what’s up this time?” “That’s the thing, I have no idea. I don't know why I’m like this today.” He sighs again and looks you up and down. “This is the very last time I’m going to teach you this dance, so pay close attention.” You nod and look into the mirror. He then comes up behind you, one hand meeting your waist and the other going to your arm. Your breath hitches as you feel weird having him behind you like this. “Now from the top, 1…” he whispers behind you, sending shivers down your spine. You do the dance with him behind you as he helps you get some details you couldn’t before. “Now ready, 6…” he looks into the mirror as he moves your body to do the move. You whimper a bit at how close his body is to yours. Just then you hear him scoff, “I think I found the problem.” “Really?” You ask, looking back at him innocently. He then licks his lips, “Y/N, do you like me?” Your eyes widen and your heart starts beating faster. There’s no way this is happening. “W-what?” you stutter out. He smirks, “oh come on now, I see how nervous you get when I walk into the room. There’s no way you don’t like me.�� You look down at the floor, ashamed. “It’s okay… I think I know how to help you get less nervous around me.” “How?” you ask, looking back up at him. To your surprise, he kisses you. Your eyes widen, there’s no way Jimin is kissing you right here right now. He then flips you around and pulls you in by the waist as your hands meet his chest. He passionately kisses you and your eyes close a bit. He breaks the kiss and pulls back. Your senses start to come back to you, and you see a smirk form on Jimin’s face, “Oh my god, that type of help?” you ask as he kisses you again, this time wrapping your arms around his neck. He slips his tongue deep into your mouth as you gasp a bit. He pulls back and you try to catch your breath. “But we can't.” “Yes we can,” he replies in a lustful tone. “No, we really can't.” He kisses you again and this time you pull back, “Are you sure?” “Don’t you want it, Y/N?” he asks, moving a piece of hair out of your face. “Of course I want it, but-“ he cuts you off with a kiss, moaning into it. “Right here, right now,” he says as he kisses you again and pulls your body into him more. You then whimper. “Don’t you feel that energy between us, baby?” he asks, smirking as you nod. “Turn around, look in the mirror.” You turn around and see you and him. He then kisses the back of your neck as you whimper. “Look at us, you like my kisses on your neck?” He asks as you nod, biting your lip against a moan. “Oh, sweetheart,” he says as his hands roam around your body. He continues to kiss down your neck. “I’ve dreamt about this,” you confess. You can feel him smirk behind you. “Can you feel my hard cock against your ass?” he asks. You nod and he chuckles a bit and kisses your cheek. “Use your hips and move for me.” You begin to slowly swirl your hips as your hand collapses over your mouth against letting a moan out. “Look at me baby.” Your eyes meet him in the mirror as you moan out. “Fuck, Jimin,” you say and your head falls back onto his chest. He chuckles and turns your head to kiss you again. “We look so good together.” He moans out. “Tease me, tease me while I run my hand up your body. Look at me in the mirror,” he demands as your eyes meet his in the mirror. You can see that his eyes are filled with pure lust. His hands meet your clothed breasts as he massages them in his hands and you moan out. “You're making it harder for me every second, baby.” You whimper at his words. “You like when I pinch your nipples like that? Tilt your head back.” You do as he says and he kisses you while tweaking your hard nipples. “Does it feel good?” He asks. “Mhm, feels so good Jimin.” You moan out and he smirks. “Turn around for me, I want your nipples in my mouth.” You whimper at his words again and turn around. You then remember you put your leotard on this morning, but Jimin knows just what to do. He unbuttons it around your shoulders and the leotard falls down to your waist. He then looks at your chest and smirks. “Cute bra,” he says as his hands meet the soft material. You whimper at him teasing you a bit. He then kisses your shoulder as his hands wrap around to meet the back of your bra. He unclips it and it slides down your arms. Finally being bare chested, Jimin goes down to kiss your nipple. You whimper as your hand meets his hair, tugging on it a bit. “You like that?” he asks as he continues to lick and suck on your nipples. You nod and whimper at the same time. His hands then go down to meet your ass. He squeezes it and you moan out. “You like it when I suck your tits and squeeze your ass like that?” You nod and he smirks. “Touch my cock, baby,” he says as your eyes widen. “Come on baby, put your hand down there and feel it.” You whimper as your hand dives beneath the waistband of his black sweatpants and his briefs. Your hand meets his hard cock and he moans out. “Do you like the way that feels?” he asks softly, smiling before he brings you into a kiss. Your hand wraps around his cock as you slowly jerk it in his pants. “Lay down on the floor for me,” he says after he breaks the kiss. Your hand leaves his cock as you slowly lay down on the floor. The cold tiles meet your back as Jimin hovers over you. “Here, let me help you,” he says as he tugs on your sweatpants. You move your hips to help him. He then throws them away and uses his hands to spread your legs. He then moves down to unbutton the bottom of your leotard. He then pulls it off. The only thing left is your white lace panties. “So cute,” he murmurs as he pulls them to the side to reveal your wet pussy. You whimper as he comes down to blow at your clit. You grab a fistfull of his hair and he smirks. “Let me slide my fingers up and down in there,” he says as his fingers slip through your pussy lips and you gasp. “Look at that, it’s so pretty and wet. Oh my god baby.” He moans as you whimper and buck your hips a bit to his finger movements. “You like that? I need to taste you,” he says as he removes his fingers and dives right into your pussy. You moan at the sensation of his plump lips around your clit. He sucks and licks at it. “You taste so good, do you like my mouth wrapped around your pussy?” he asks, and you nod. He dives back in, licking at your clit and kissing it. You could almost cum at the feeling. You never knew Jimin is this good at giving head. “Can you see your wetness all over my mouth?” he asks as you see a glistening wetness all over his plump lips. You nod and he goes back in. “Let me slip a finger inside as well.” His finger then goes into your tight hole as you moan out, arching your back. You feel so close. “Feel my finger inside your pussy and my lips on your clit,” he says as he kisses it again while pumping his finger in and out of your pussy. “Come here baby,” he says as he takes his mouth and finger out of your pussy. You whimper at him stopping. “Take my cock out,” he says as he stands up. You look up at him and sit on your knees to pull his sweatpants and briefs down. His cock springs out immediately and you gasp. He smirks and holds your hair in his hand. “Put your mouth around it.” You look back up at him before wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock. He moans as you begin to move your mouth up and down on it. “Fuck baby, your lips… look at me.” You look back up at him and continue to suck his cock. “Lick it just like that.'' He moans as your tongue swirls around the tip of his cock. You take the rest of his length in your hand, jerking it off. “Get those balls,” he says as you move your mouth down to his balls, sucking them while jerking off his cock. He moans out and begins to fuck your hand. “You suck my cock so fucking good. Come here,” he says as you come up. He brings you into a kiss. “Get on the floor and bend over for me” You turn around, get on all fours, and arch your back down so that your chest meets the cold floor with your ass up in the air. “Look in the mirror, look at me,” he demands. Your eyes meet him in the mirror and he smirks. “Can you see my body, can you see my cock?” he asks and you nod. He smirks again as he comes up behind you. “Do you want it? Can you feel it on your ass? Do you want it inside you? Tell me.” He smirks as you whimper. “I want you inside of me.” He moans a bit. “Say it again.” “I want you inside of me, Jimin,” you say, making eye contact with him in the mirror. He moans out and puts the tip inside of you. Your eyes widen at the stretch. “Oh fuck baby, your pussy’s taking it nice and slow,” he says as he pushes more in. “Push back,” he commands as you push back onto his cock and moan out. He begins to thrust into you and you whimper. “Such a sexy fucking rhythm,” he says as he begins to speed up a bit, grabbing your hips. “Fuck, it’s so good.” He whimpers, throwing his head back. “Oh my god baby, look at me, look in the mirror, look at me fucking you,” he says as your eyes meet his. He’s now pounding into you. You moan out before whimpering. “Come on,” he says in a low tone as you look down and whimper some more. He stops and you both moan out. “It’s my pussy, it’s mine to play with, mine to fuck,” he says, basically claiming you before pounding into you again. “Oh baby fuck me back, take that dick, take that fucking dick,” he says. You try to, but he’s going at such an intense pace that you can’t keep up with. “Do you want me to fucking pound it?” He asks before pounding so hard into you that it almost knocks the breath out of you. “Oh my god Jimin, fuck!” you yell out. You know you’re super close. “Fuck, harder. So hard, play with your clit and cum all over my cock,” he commands. Your fingers meet your clit, rubbing to his rhythm, stimulating you more. “Fucking cum all over it,” he huffs out. His words do something for you and you release. Your eyes roll back into your head as you collapse on the floor. “Oh shit I can feel it. Look, look at you. You look so good while you cum on it.” You can tell he’s close because his hips are getting sloppier with every thrust. “All mine, all fucking mine,” he says as he stops and lets out a low chuckle. “Come here,” he says. You turn your body and he kisses you. “You want to take my cum?” he asks. You nod, your eyes half closed from your orgasm. He then moves so that his back meets the mirror and he motions you to come over. You go to him and he looks into your eyes, “I want you to sit on that cock, I want you to fuck me until I cum. Can you do that for me?” You nod as you straddle him, lifting your hips, lining yourself up with his cock. You then sink down on it as you both moan out. You begin to bounce on it and continue to moan. “Put your hands on the mirror,” he says. Your hands meet the cold surface of the mirror as his hands hold onto your waist. “Oh my god, you’re gonna make me cum baby!” He moans. “Harder, harder!” he pleads as you begin to increase your movements while he starts to fuck into you. You moan out. “Take that cock, take that cum,” he says as he moans out. You then feel his hot cum shoot into you.

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You both try to catch your breaths from the intense fucking you just did. You sigh as Jimin pulls you in for a sloppy kiss. “You did so well for me baby,” he murmurs as you quietly whimper. He kisses your jaw a bit before slipping out of you. He then gets up from his spot to go grab something from his bag. He comes back with a towel. He then spreads your legs, wiping the cum off of your pussy. “Good thing I always bring a towel,” he says as you chuckle. He brings you in for another kiss. “I hope you’ll remember the moves for Monday, Y/N.” “Oh, I’m sure I will Jimin,” you say as you both chuckle. Just then, your senses come back to you. “Oh shit, my brother!” you say as you frantically grab your clothes. Jimin snickers at your actions. “Let me help.'' Once you both have your clothes on, you make your way to the locker room, opening your locker and grabbing your jacket. You lock up your locker and look down at your phone. Three missed calls from Yeonjun and nine text messages. Fuck. You run out of the locker room and make your way to the waiting room where Jimin and the front desk lady are. “I already signed you out, you're all good to go,” the lady says. You nod at Jimin and leave the building. You then see Yeonjun waiting in his pickup truck with his head in his hand, looking at his phone. You go over and get into the truck before shutting the door. “Where the fuck were you?” he asks. “Sorry, practice ran late today.” He nods and starts the car. You then open your bag and grab your water bottle, taking a sip. “By the way, why the hell are you so sweaty?” he asks, looking back over at you. “It was really intense.”

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jjungkookislife · 2 years ago

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Butterfly Tattoo Studio: First Date

pairing: piercer!hoseok x f. reader, jimin x f. reader

genre: tattoo shop au, fluff, future polyam au, smut [18+]

summary: first dates are always nerve-wracking, more so when your date has six other boyfriends and wants to pursue you.

wc: 7.5k

warnings: overthinking, pet names, first date nerves, food mentions, sexual tension, lots of kissing, making out, marking (scratching, hickeys), hair pulling, fingering (f. receiving), protected sex, spanking, joint shower, oral sex (f. giving and receiving)

date: May 20, 2023

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The weekends are busy for the shop. For the most part, Hobi and his boyfriends alternate who leaves early every week, usually closing up shop a little earlier if the week has been rather busy.

On Sundays and Mondays, the shop is closed to give them all a break, which is when Hoseok is picking you up at your apartment at 7:30 pm on the dot.

“Hey!” You greet him with a smile as the warm summer breeze ruffles your summer dress as you step out onto your porch. You hug Hoseok, kissing him hastily before turning to shut and lock your front door.

“Hey,” Hoseok grins as he takes your hand in his to lead you to his car. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you,” you smile brightly, ignoring the urge to cover your smile like always.

“Wait just one second,” he says as he comes to a stop, stepping in front of you to do a quick check of your new piercings. “Sorry, habit.”

You giggle. “I don’t mind. I’d be nervous if I didn’t have you to check them. I’ve been cleaning them and touching them as little as possible, but it’s so hard to keep my hands to myself.”

Hoseok smirks. “Is that so?”

“Hobi!” You gasp, laughing as he opens the passenger side door for you.

Hoseok just grins, waiting for you to settle into your seat before he shuts the door and jogs to the other side.

Nerves and excitement have been flowing through him all day. He’d had Jimin and Taehyung help him get ready for tonight and although you hadn’t officially met Namjoon, Yoongi, or Seokjin, they were all excited for him. Their relationship had a lot of ins and outs, which he hoped to explain tonight and allow you to make your own decision. By no means did you have to date him or any of his boyfriends, he wanted to make that really clear but he hoped he could at least see you as a friend if nothing else… a friend he’d fooled around with but a friend no less. Besides, how many of his relationships had started as friends? Okay, bad example.

“There’s this restaurant nearby I want to take you to. There’s a concert in the park nearby and I was hoping we could stop by after dinner and have dessert there. Does that sound okay?” Hobi asks you, his teeth worrying his lip. He wasn’t usually this nervous, but he hadn’t been on a date with someone new in a long, long time.

“That sounds wonderful,” you answer, placing your hand on his. “I can’t wait.”

You hope your words soothe him a little, and part of you gets it, you were just as nervous as he. You’d been pacing back and forth in your living room just minutes before he even showed up, wondering what would come of tonight. He had assured you it would just be you two, warning his three youngest boyfriends to stay away while he explained the relationship to you. Of course, you had an inkling of what it entailed from your last dinner together, but why was he pursuing you? And why had his boyfriends been so eager to as well? Wouldn’t they prefer to keep to themselves?

The ride to the restaurant is filled with laughter and music. Hobi hums along to the song you’ve played. You’re going through one of his playlists on his music app, smiling when you see so many of your favorite songs included. You mention so and he smiles brightly as he pulls into the parking lot of the restaurant and easily (sexily) parks into a spot with ease.

Before you can even blink, he’s opening the car door for you while you gather your purse and his phone, thanking him.

“No need,” he smiles, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek as he takes your hand in his, fingers laced, as you walk to the door.

“Welcome,” the host greets you and leads you to a booth in the quieter part of the restaurant. A few couples are scattered around minutes before the late dinner rush hits. You settle into your seat as your server greets you and takes your drink order before leaving you alone.

Hoseok isn’t sure if he should breach the subject now or wait until you’ve ordered. Maybe he should wait until your food arrives, or maybe he should let you take the lead? Can you take the lead? You seem shy and you get flustered easily, so maybe you won’t be confident enough to bring it up. But what if you don’t bring it up at all and neither does he and the night ends without you two making any progress? What should he do? He knows if it were Jimin or Yoongi, he’d have had all this cleared up but he’s out of practice and honestly? You make him nervous. You give him butterflies, in a good way. Sure, his boyfriends have his heart and affection, their love a nice simmer on a flame. Comfortable, familiar love that he’s grown accustomed to but you, you’re something else.

“Wow! These look so good!” You bring him out of his reverie when the waitress places a basket of rolls, butter, and silverware on your table, along with your drinks.

While Hoseok’s been stewing in his thoughts, gnawing on his bottom lip, you’ve been perusing the menu. Usually, you’d look the menu up beforehand but seeing as Hoseok had planned your evening (props, we love a man who takes action and doesn’t say “wherever you want is fine”) you hadn’t decided on a meal beforehand.

“I’ll have the spaghetti,” you order with a smile as you close your menu and hand it over to the waitress. Hoseok panics for a second before ordering his favorite dish and handing his menu over as well before you’re left alone once again.

The chatter in the restaurant falls to the background and Hoseok is suddenly aware of how quiet he’s been.

“Have you been here before?” You ask as you look around the dining area. The booths align one wall and the round tables cover the area between your side and the opposite. Black and white landscape photos line the walls in simple black frames that don’t draw too much attention away from the photographs.

Small candles sit on a few of the larger tables. You briefly wonder if they’re a fire hazard, should someone accidentally make it topple over in their haste to make room for more food. You turn away, not liking the thought.

“A few times,” Hoseok answers as he raises his drink to his lips. “With friends. The food is delicious.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” you chuckle. “But if it’s not, you owe me a kiss.”

Hoseok raises a brow, setting his drink down after taking a sip. “And if it is?”

You giggle. “Then I owe you a kiss.”

“So it’s a win-win, huh?” Hoseok licks his lips as he eyes you with a hooded gaze.

“I’d like to think so.” you bite your lip for a second before you’re holding his gaze with your own. You’d promised to be a little bolder, a little more friendly, and open toward him tonight. Besides, after the last time with Jungkook and Taehyung, could you feel shy?

Conversation flows smoothly after that and when your meals arrive, along with more bread, you’re happy to report that it was amazing! Hoseok chuckles as he settles the bill. He takes your hand in his after he signs the receipt and slides his card back into his wallet.

As you both make your way to his car, he stops you right before you get inside. His hands cup your face, his eyes locked on yours as he tries to read them before his lips capture yours in a sweet kiss that leaves your face warm when it ends.

“Wow,” you breathe, feeling electrifying tingles in your veins as you lean in for another kiss that Hobi is eager to return. Your arms wrap around his neck, fingers toying with his hair as your back meets the passenger door.

You gasp at the sudden coldness that meets your body through the thin material of your dress. Hobi chuckles, pecking your lips one last time before he’s untangling himself from your hold and opening your door. He takes a moment to admire how beautiful you look, eyes sparkling and your smile demure before you bite on your lower lip.

Hoseok’s knuckles brush against your cheek, the warmth of it, not a surprise to him as he whispers, “Beautiful.” Whether it was supposed to be audible is unsure, but you smile in thanks, anyway.

When he starts the car a minute later, he hands you his phone and messages spew in asking him about your date. You giggle as you show them to him and he sighs before smiling endearingly.

“They mean well,” he assures you as you open his music app and play something a little softer.

“They’re your boyfriends,” you say with a grin. “I’m sure they’re just curious.”

Hoseok nods, wishing he had the guts to bring this up in the restaurant instead of the car, but he can’t procrastinate any longer.

“They are,” he shrugs as he focuses on the road. You’re not too far from the park and he hopes it’s not too packed.

Hoseok remains silent for a moment as he gathers his thoughts and you make no note of it as you continue to hum along to the song that’s currently playing. It’s an older song, one he hasn’t listened to in years but somehow fits the situation. It’s funny how music can perfectly explain what you’re going through, to be comforted by the fact that you’re not alone.

Hoseok stops the car to allow another to pull out of their parking spot and he takes a quick glance in your direction. His heart flutters in his chest when he sees you singing without a care, your eyes closed as you hit every note; he wonders if the lyrics are resonating with you as they are with him. And before he can get sucked into the wonderful aura that is you, he parks in the now-empty parking spot.

You turn to him, smiling widely. “I really love this song.”

Hoseok swallows thickly. “Yeah, I do too.”

“Are you holding back like I know you do?” You sing effortlessly, reaching out for his hand. That’s all he needs to undo his seatbelt and press his lips against yours, not terrified when sparks fly behind his eyelids.

Kissing Hobi is butterfly-inducing, a novel experience each time. You’ve had rough kisses, soft kisses, sweet kisses, and now passionate kisses as he nearly pulls you into his lap. There are so many emotions filling him and he tries to push everything away as he holds you to him and continues to kiss you like nothing else in the world matters. He’s always been one to fall fast and hard, to love and love with no regard, no hesitation. Hoseok is the first to put his heart on the line; hand it over to you without a second thought. However, it’s led him to so much pain and heartache in the past, but he’s still willing to offer it up, to get hurt if it means the outcome will be much greater than anything he could have ever hoped for. It’s worked the last six times he’s handed his heart over, trusted it with his six soulmates. Now with you in front of him, sparking all these same feelings that each of them awoke in him, he’s ready to give you the world, his precious heart included.

Hoseok knows he might be getting ahead of himself. Diving in too fast, too soon. It wouldn’t be the first time, but he sure as hell hopes it’s the last. He’s been called greedy in the past for having so many partners, but love is love and he has plenty to give with an open heart. He doesn’t let others' opinions bother him anymore, not when he’s finally living his truth.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he ends the kiss. He rests his forehead against yours as you catch your breath, a small smile on your pretty lips.

Hoseok takes your hands in his, thumbs caressing your skin as he pulls back a bit to look you in the eyes. No matter what the outcome, he’s really enjoyed being around you, and getting to know you, and he hopes you feel the same way about him.

“My boyfriends,” he starts, licking his lips, only to realize he can taste the sweet fruitiness of your lipstick. It makes him smile. “It’s not just Jimin, Tae, and Jungkook. There are three more. I’m not sure if you’ve met them yet?”

Six boyfriends.

Hoseok has six boyfriends?

That’s not what you were expecting at all. You assumed it was just Tae, Jungkook, and Jimin, but now you’re wondering what exactly you’ve gotten yourself into. Sure, sex was one thing, but seven relationships were a lot to handle. What if one (or more) of Hoseok’s partners hated you? What if you didn’t like them? What if you clashed? What would that mean for you? For Hoseok?

Hoseok can see the rush of emotions on your face and he hates that he’s the one who’s swiped your smile away. “There’s Namjoon. He owns the shop.”

“I met him briefly,” you say at the memory of Namjoon the first time you ever set foot in Butterfly.

Hoseok smiles. “He’s a sweetheart. He looks intimidating with all his tattoos, but he’s a real gentle giant.”

You nod.

“There’s also Seokjin and Yoongi. They’re the oldest. They’re almost as chaotic as Jimin and Taehyung, though, so don’t let their age fool you.” Hoseok chuckles as he thinks of them.

“Do you think they’d like me?” You ask nervously.

“Oh, I’m sure they would,” Hoseok nods with no hesitation. It was no secret to any of them that Hoseok found something about you so alluring and after your group dinner date, the youngest weren’t quiet about their crushes on you. Often they’d ask Hoseok how you were doing; if they could text you, or if they could ask you out on solo dates or mini-group dates. But Hoseok had declined the idea of dates until he had this talk with you, which admittedly he was putting off because he was nervous and not in a good way.

“There’s no pressure to date us. Any of us. I’m not sure how much you know about polyamory or if it’s something you may even consider and you don’t have to consider it at all if you don’t want to,” Hoseok is quick to assure you with earnest eyes.

You listen.

“But I do like you and if we were to date, you’d have to know I have six other partners. Whether you and I decide to continue to see each other without them being involved romantically or just as friends. By no means do you have to date them all or they, you. I’m not trying to force anything, I swear. I just want to be honest with you. It’s a lot to take in.” Hoseok sighs. You’d think by now he’s gotten a hang of this conversation, maybe even have a script to memorize, but each relationship was different as was each person.

“I understand, Hobi. I’ve never been in a relationship with more than one person and I don’t know all the ins and outs of dating multiple people at once, but I do know I like you and I like Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook too. I don’t know how they feel about me, though Jimin is pretty clear; I don’t know if he’s kidding or not when he says he wants to spread me like butter on toast…” you trail off as you think about Jimin’s texts from last night and your face heats. He sure knew how to paint a picture.

“Jimin,” he mumbles, shaking his head. “Okay, yeah. I like you and they like you as well. I won’t ask you out for them, though. They can do that on their own.”

“Won’t you get jealous if I date them too?” You ask hesitantly.

Hoseok shakes his head. “Their happiness is my happiness. I’ve had a lot of time to work on my jealousy and besides, they’re my partners. I love them. I don’t have to be jealous of them. We’ve come to great lengths in making our dynamic work. We make sure to talk about our emotions a lot and we try not to let anything stew for too long. I’m sure it’s a lot to take in all at once and there’s no rush for you to jump into anything.”

“So we can just see where this goes? And your boyfriends won’t hate me for dating you? Or kissing you?” You ask with eyes full of doubt.

“Doll, I promise they have no issue with us dating or just figuring us out. Hell, you don’t have to date me either. We can just be friends if that’s what you’d like. I just need you to be open and honest with me about what you want. Does that sound good, princess?” Hoseok’s fingers gently caress your face, slowly pushing a lock of hair behind your ear and you gasp from the heat of his touch.

You don’t answer him. Instead, you kiss him, taking him off guard, but he easily kisses you back as he cradles your face in his hands.

“That sounds good,” you say after kissing him again and again, losing yourself to the feel of his soft lips pressed to yours.

Hoseok can finally relax. He feels at ease now that he’s talked to you and sure there’s still a lot left unsaid and a lot he’ll have to fill you in but he’s in no rush to deep dive into his dynamic more than he has. He’s covered the main points he was hoping to, and that feels like a massive weight off his shoulders. He’d like to enjoy the rest of his night with you at his side.

“Shall we head to the park?” He asks as he brings your hand to his lips, kissing it.

“Sure,” you giggle as he kisses his way up your arm until he’s kissing your cheek. He releases you only to get out of the car and open your door.

When you’re at his side, he pops open the trunk and takes out two blankets and a small picnic basket.

“Ooh, you came prepared?” You ask as you hook your arm through his after he’s shut the trunk.

“Of course,” he kisses your cheek before leading you to the entrance of the park.

Although it’s nighttime, the park is illuminated with plenty of light. Lots of families, couples, and friends gather on their own blankets, spread out and facing the enormous stage at the center of the park.

Hoseok finds a spot for the both of you, setting the blanket down for you to sit on before he’s joining you. He takes out a few drinks from the basket Jungkook had helped him pack and a small chocolate cake for you two to share.

“This is so good!” You gush when you take a bite. Hoseok laughs, thanking you.

“You made this?”

“I did. I had some help, but I did most of it,” he informs you as he takes a bite, thankful he had gotten it just right.

“I love it! You’ll have to make me some more next time,” you moan as you take another bite and melt against him. Hoseok blooms with pride, agreeing to make more for you whenever you’d like. You inform him he needs to be careful of that promise because sweets are your kryptonite.

Hoseok wishes he could say he paid apt attention to the performer on stage, but his focus is on you all night. He notes the way you pull closer to him, your head eventually resting on his shoulder and his hand takes yours to place on his lap. And when you shiver, he’s quick to grab the second blanket to drape around the two of you until you eventually end up sitting between his legs. His broad chest is pressed to your back and you lean back against him as his fingers absentmindedly play with the hem of your dress.

His touch is subtle. It’s not meant to be sexual at all, but it still sends a spike of arousal through you. Your hands rub his thighs, trying to remain calm, but Hoseok knows better. He knows the effect he has on you despite him not turning on his charm. His hands grip your waist, his lips press gentle kisses to your neck and you melt.

“You’re a tease,” you whisper when his hand slides under your dress. He grips your thigh and you feel the cool metal of his rings.

“Am I?” He questions in an indistinct murmur.

“You are,” you state as he rubs your thigh.

“Hmm, I suppose I am,” he smirks as his hand leaves your thigh and you’re gripping his wrist before placing it back on you, only a little higher than last time.

Hoseok gulps. Were you always this bold?

“You know, we still haven’t had dessert,” he reminds you with a smirk.

“And if I want you instead?”

Hoseok raises a dark brow, licking his lips. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, doll. Just because you can get away with it with Jimin doesn’t mean I’ll give in so easily to you.”

“Oh?”

Hoseok laughs softly. “You seem surprised.”

“A little,” you smile. “Wasn’t it your studio where we fooled around?”

Hoseok blushes, face burning red as he gulps. You had him there.

“Hush,” he whispers with a laugh, planting a kiss on your cheek. “Don’t be a brat.”

You laugh, shaking your head as you lean against him.

“I’m just saying,” you hum as you relax in his hood. Your fingers lace with his as he rests his chin on your left shoulder. “I bet you taste sweeter.”

Hoseok huffs a laugh, kissing your neck to shut you up and make you melt.

You were something else.

Long after the cake is finished and the drinks are gone, Hoseok packs up the blankets into the picnic basket.

His arm wraps around your waist as he leads you to the car. He opens your door for you, helping you inside before he’s rounding the car to set the picnic basket in the backseat, then he’s climbing into his seat.

As he starts the car, his phone is in your hand once again, filled with unread texts from his boyfriends. You giggle as you open his music app and play one of your favorite songs, humming along as Hoseok pulls out of the parking spot with ease.

“I had fun tonight, Hobi,” you say once the song ends.

“I did too,” he says with a serene smile as he continues to drive. He steals glances at you when possible. Your eyes flutter shut a few times as you lose yourself in the song playing through the speakers.

When you reach a red light, his hand comes to rest on your knee and you place your hand over his. You steal a kiss before the light turns green and you bite your lip to stifle a giggle. Tonight had been amazing, and you were a little sad it had to end so soon. You felt comfortable with Hobi. You’d love to spend more time with him and his boyfriends, even the ones you haven’t properly met yet.

Soon, your home comes to view and Hoseok is stopping in front of it. He turns the car off before he’s opening your door to help you out.

“I’ll walk you to the door,” he grins shyly.

Quietly, the two of you step onto your front porch. Hobi slides his hands into his pockets as he bites his lower lip, feeling a bit at a loss.

“Thank you for tonight, Hobi.” You thank him, hugging him as you linger on your front step. Hoseok returns the hug, his hands moving upward to cup your face. He waits a moment, his eyes reading yours in case there’s any sign of hesitance, but there’s none and you close the gap between you.

Hoseok’s heart flutters a million miles a minute as his lips press to yours. A soft moan escapes him when you take the lead and your tongue pushes past his lips.

Gently, the two of you kiss on your front step, your hands winding around his neck to pull him closer. Your fingers run through his hair as he moans softly against your lips.

You don’t want to let him go just yet. You know he should get back to his partners, but having him to yourself for a moment is what you need. You’re entering unfamiliar territory, unsure how to navigate in this situation and you’re sure moments like these are few and far between should you decide to pursue more (or all) of his partners.

“Doll,” Hoseok is the first to speak after the kiss ends. His cheeks are flushed and his hair is mussed as he meets your gaze. He ignores the fluttering of his heart and the clamminess of his palms as he looks at you.

“Stay,” you breathe, your fingers gripping the collar of his shirt.

Hoseok inhales sharply. This was not an outcome he had foreseen. In fact, he had been so sure you’d kick him to the curb and all would be forgotten until you needed a new piercing or tattoo.

“Doll,” Hoseok wets his lips, his eyes dark as he lets his thoughts run rampant. He knows he should go home before things escalate too far, but the way you’re looking at him makes him stay frozen in place.

How can he leave when you’re looking at him like he hung the moon and the stars just for you? Simple. He can’t.

Stepping forward, Hoseok’s large palms cup your face as he draws you in for a kiss. You kiss him back urgently, fumbling with your purse to take your house key out and unlock the forsaken door that lies between you and your bedroom.

“Easy,” Hobi chuckles as you drop your paw print keychain on the welcome mat. He bends to get it, unlocks your door, and deposits the keys into your hand.

You lead him inside, giggling as you shut the door, locking it before you’re kissing Hoseok again.

With a tight grip on your hair, Hoseok is slotting his lips over yours, his tongue pushing past the seam of your lips as he tastes the sweetness of your tongue. Moaning, you grip his shirt tightly in your fists, shaking fingers stumbling over the buttons in your rush to undress him.

Hoseok’s soft chuckle reaches your ears, an apology slipping past your lips as you tug him by his unbuttoned shirt toward your bedroom. Hoseok can't admire your room as you kiss him, his hands on your hips as you walk backward until you're falling on your bed with him on top of you.

A laugh escapes you, a soft smile on your lips. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he grins as he takes a moment to admire your beauty under the gentle glow of your table lamp. His hand caresses your cheek, thumb moving to trace your lips as you watch him intently, breath caught in your throat.

Hoseok says nothing as he kisses you again, his hands gripping the hem of your dress as you beg him to undress you. He does so slowly, fingertips brushing against your heated skin. Soft moans spill from your lips when he squeezes your hips a little harder than necessary. You love it though, love how hard he grips you in his eagerness and how tender he is when he slows to catch his breath. Your greedy hands are on him, tugging his shirt off and working on his pants next. He laughs when you unbutton his pants, nearly breaking the zipper in your haste.

“Easy, doll,” he smirks. “You’ll leave me without pants in the morning.”

“Oops,” you laugh, apologizing as you slow down. Hoseok places his hands over yours, pulling the zipper down as you look up at him and lick your lips. He smirks, his fingers gently stroking your face before he grips your chin with his forefinger and thumb. You meet his hooded gaze, swallowing thickly as he slots his lips on yours.

Slowly, the two of you kiss. You don’t make a move to undress him and neither does he. He’s focused on the dulcet sounds you make, all going straight to his cock. Ever so gently, he grips your hips, fingers gripping the thin material of your dress. He ends the kiss, chuckling when you lean forward to follow his lips.

“May I?” he asks sweetly, cheeks rosy pink as he awaits your response.

“Yes, please,” you answer, biting your lip at how eager you sound.

Hoseok chuckles, kissing your cheek as you sit up and lean into him. Hoseok pushes your hair off your shoulder as his bare chest presses against you. You gasp and he breathes a laugh as his fingers grip the zipper.

Slowly, so achingly slowly, he pulls the zipper down as your hands grip his thighs. His fingertips brush against your warm skin and your dress falls forward. With lust-filled eyes, you’re looking at Hoseok. His tongue swipes along his bottom lip as he curses. He’s quick to capture your lips with his, a hand cupping your cheek to hold you close. His name escapes you as his kisses trail down to your jaw, nipping here and there until they meet your neck. Your fingers lace in his hair, your head’s thrown back to allow him more room, and soon your dress is bunched at your waist.

Hoseok’s hands are firm as they grip your thighs, spreading them so he can fit perfectly between them as you fall back onto your pillows with a delightful sigh.

Your name leaves his lips in a soft croon, his hands rubbing your sides as he sits back on his heels, removing your dress carefully. You’re both panting as you take each other in for a moment, your fingers tracing the tattoos on his skin.

They’re beautiful pieces of art, each one so pretty and perfect to suit him. He eyes you curiously, smiling beautifully when your fingers touch the ink on his hip. He brings your hand to his lips, kissing your palm before he’s leaning over you, his lips meeting yours.

Hoseok moans, his hand laced in yours as he holds it by your head, allowing your other hand to roam free. You grip his hair, tugging just to hear more of those sinful moans that send your body into overdrive. Your hand then makes its way to his neck and shoulders, feeling the taut muscle and moaning when his hips press against yours.

Hoseok is quick to remove your bra between kisses and promises of what’s to come. Your thighs tighten around his hips as you grind against him, begging him for any sort of relief. He chuckles, his black hair falling over his eyes and his tongue sweeps along his bottom lip before he’s toying with his tongue ring. You clench around nothing at the sight, feeling hot all over your body as he smirks.

“So, so pretty, just like this,” Hoseok smirks, pressing a kiss to your nose. You giggle, rolling your eyes at him playfully, ignoring the rapid beat of your heart, the thrum of excitement in your veins.

Slowly, Hoseok is kissing his way down your body. His tongue teases each hard nipple, groaning with each tug of his hair. He takes his time savoring you, his piercing making the experience more thrilling, drawing deep guttural moans from you.

With each kiss, lick, and suck, your mind spirals until his fingers are toying with the waistband of your panties; a pretty silky pair you picked out specifically for him.

Hoseok bites his bottom lip, his finger running over the light wet patch of your panties.

“Wore these for me?” He asks with a raised brow and a smirk.

Heat rises in your cheeks. “Maybe I was a little hopeful.”

Hoseok chuckles, pressing a kiss to your hip. “So was I.”

With ease, Hoseok pulls the waistband off your hip, his fingers cool against your warm skin. The brush of the ring on his left index finger makes you shiver, giggling when he meets your gaze.

“Hurry,” you plead whilst biting your bottom lip. You don’t think you could wait much longer.

Hoseok smirks, enjoying the way you squirm when his large hand grabs your thigh, squeezing it before he tugs your panties down your legs.

“So impatient.” he clicks his tongue as he tosses your panties off the bed.

You scoot closer to him, bunching the comforter under your body as you grab him by the back of the neck to kiss him. Your other hand tugs on his jeans, which he finally kicks off as he tries to keep your lips connected. However, you’re already trailing kisses down his jaw, moaning when he grunts and says your name.

When your lips meet the column of his throat, he growls. His hands cup your face, lips pressed to your own moments before his tongue twines with yours.

His skillful fingers tease you, smirking against your neck when you moan softly. Slowly, he slips a finger in, followed by a second when you beg so sweetly. Hoseok groans at how wet you are, cursing when you tug on his hair and kiss him greedily.

“Please,” you plead, nearly fucking yourself open on his fingers. “I need you now.”

Hoseok chuckles, pressing a kiss to your jaw. “Is that so?”

“Hoseok!” you exclaim, ignoring the sweat that beads on your skin. You need him desperately. Your body burns with desire, biting back a moan when his thumb circles your clit.

You arch into him, eyes fluttering shut. Hoseok admires your beauty, his soft lips pressing a kiss to your lips as he tugs his boxers down. You open your eyes, licking your lips when his hand wraps around his hard cock, stroking himself with his bottom lip caught between his teeth. His dark hair falls over his eyes and he runs a hand through it, your eyes following the movement until your gaze meets his and you bite your lip.

“Condom?” you ask, and Hobi leans over the bed to grab his pants. He opens his wallet and takes out a square package. It doesn’t take him long to put it on, too eager to get back to you.

“Fuck,” Hoseok groans when you kiss him, gently nipping on his bottom lip as he feels your legs wrap around him.

Hoseok takes one of your hands in his, pushing into you slowly. You gasp, squeezing his hand as he leans down to capture your lips with his.

“So fucking wet,” he grunts as he thrusts slowly, while your free hand grips his hair tightly. You kiss him, moaning against his lips as his pace quickens and his thrusts find a rhythm that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.

His soft laughter has you flushing, hiding your face in his chest.

“Don’t hide from me, doll. Lemme see your pretty face while I fuck you.” Hoseok commands in a husky tone, thrusting harder to get you to react. You do, moaning lewdly and raking your nails down his back.

“S-sorry,” you stutter, cursing when he does it again. You’re not sure what the protocol is about marking, but you should try to be mindful of his partners, not wanting to ruffle any feathers.

Hoseok’s kiss distracts you, gripping the headboard as he fucks into your soaking wet cunt. He’s in heaven, moaning your name and cursing when you clench around him.

In a moment, he grips your hip, rolling you over to be on top. Your hands land on his chest, a surprised noise escaping you.

You giggle, kissing his cheek as he takes your hand in his and laces your fingers together. “Ride me, doll. Use me for your pleasure.”

You nearly drool at his words, finding your balance as you do as you’re told. Your hips rock against his, feeling him deeper than before. He sits up enough to reach you, his large hand gripping the back of your neck to kiss you deeply.

His hands grip handfuls of your ass, groaning into the kiss as your pace falters. He smacks one cheek, and then the other, until you’re begging for more and nearly falling apart when he rubs your clit. You’ve been looking forward to this since the first time you left his studio and now you were so close to the edge, you weren’t sure if you could handle it.

Tears well up in your eyes, your body burning with lust and the need to orgasm. Hoseok takes your nipple into his mouth, thrusting upward gently as you continue to ride him for all he’s worth.

“Fuck, doll. This is better than any of my fantasies,” Hoseok admits with a growl, cursing as his head lolls back when you tighten around him.

“Hoseok!” you gasp, speeding up as his hands feel every bit of you.

“That’s it, baby. Take my cock like a good girl. Come all over me,” Hoseok encourages you. You whine, hands gripping his as you fall apart with a loud moan of his name. Your breathing is ragged, and your eyes squeeze shut as your body trembles above his.

“Fuck, baby,” Hoseok is at a loss for words as he watches you come undone. He grunts, your hips still moving in circles as you cling to him. He curses, cumming before he realizes he is, and holds you close to him, his hips rocking upward to meet yours until you’re whining into his sweaty chest.

Hoseok chuckles, cursing breathlessly as you get off him to lie at his side instead. He wraps an arm around you, kissing your forehead.

“Fuck,” you giggle, your body already feeling sore but so, so satiated. Hoseok kisses your cheek, smiling when you kiss his chest.

“We should do that again,” you smile dreamily. Hoseok agrees with a grin, his hand in yours.

It’s silent for a few moments, both of you basking in your happiness. You sit up on your side to look at Hoseok. He looks as ethereal as ever, which is completely unfair, but also insanely hot.

He catches you staring, smiling softly as he caresses your cheek.

Swallowing thickly, you contemplate asking if he can stay.

“Can you stay the night?” you bite your lip nervously.

Hoseok is quiet for a moment. He knew this could be an outcome of your date, but he also expected to be kicked to the curb at dinner. This evening has turned out a lot better than he could have ever expected.

“Of course, doll. Anything for you,” He says. Hoseok kisses your lips once again, pausing only to dispose of the condom.

You laugh with him, offering a joint shower before heading back to bed. It’s not long until the two of you are giggling and kissing under the spray of the shower.

The chirping of birds outside your window is what rouses you the next morning. Sleep heavy on your lids as you feel an arm draped over your waist and a head on your shoulder. Flashes of last night hit you and you’re left with a heated face as you feel the slight soreness between your thighs. Hoseok sure knew what he was doing with his hips. The thought alone has you biting back a moan as you take a moment to catch your breath.

“Good morning,” his sleep-addled voice startles you as he rubs his eyes carefully. He sits up, stretching his arms over his head as he muffles a yawn with his hand.

“Good morning,” you respond with a sheepish smile, using your comforter to cover your bare breasts. You realize it’s a moot point when he covered them in love bites last night after your shower. You’d ended up on your back, your legs wrapped around Hoseok’s head with that damn vibrating tongue ring of his on your clit. Needless to say, he had fucked you to sleep, and you slept so well.

Hoseok smirks as you drop the comforter and it falls below your breasts. He leans forward, stealing a kiss from your lips.

“I’m going to take a quick shower and then I’ll make you breakfast. Is that okay, doll?” Hoseok asks as he climbs out of your bed and you stare at the ceiling. He chuckles as he waits for your answer.

“Yeah, good. I’ll just get dressed,” you rush as you wave him away. Hoseok kisses the top of your head before he’s going to your bathroom.

Once the shower is on, you get dressed in some sleep shorts and an oversized tee. You make your way to the kitchen and start the coffeepot.

Before you can do anything else, you hear a phone ringing in your bedroom. You scurry to get it, fishing it out of Hoseok’s pants.

It’s a video call from Jimin. Should you answer it? Or should you tell Hoseok?

You answer the call as you head toward your bathroom, biting your lip as you prepare yourself for Jimin’s wrath; seeing as his boyfriend didn’t go home to him last night.

“Hello,” you greet him.

Jimin’s eyebrows fly into his fringe in surprise. “Good morning, love. Can’t say I was expecting you to answer Hobi’s phone, but aren’t you a glorious sight this fine morning?”

“Jimin,” you giggle as you head to the kitchen and lean his phone against the cookie jar on your counter.

“Tell me, sweetheart. Can I assume my Hobi is with you since you answered?” Jimin asks with a curious glint in his eyes. “He didn’t come home last night. We got worried.”

“Shit,” you curse. “I’m so sorry, Jimin! We got home late and …” you trail off, smiling sheepishly.

“And he fucked your brains out?” Jimin smirks, leaning forward as he bites his lip. His eyes darken as he takes in your expression.

“Jimin!”

“Hmm? What, baby?” Jimin asks innocently as he leans back, spreading his legs as he eyes you up and down, noting the way you bite your lip and how your breathing has changed.

“Did he treat you well? Fuck you good? Make you cum? Showed you what those hips of his can do?” Jimin smiles smugly as he watches you crumble, nodding while you fan yourself.

Fuck Jimin.

“Hmm, speechless? Tell me, love. Did he eat you out? Licked your pretty pussy and sucked on your clit until you cried? Did he make you shake and scream until your voice went hoarse?” Jimin is shameless, but the way you’re looking at him sends a spark of arousal straight to his cock. It’s unfair, really. He had seen you before Hoseok, Taehyung, and Jungkook and yet he had been one of the few that hadn’t even kissed you yet. He was sure you liked him. You flirted with him more and more every day, and although he often rendered you speechless, you couldn’t help but think about Jimin and what those gorgeous lips of his would feel like on your body.

“God, Jimin,” Hoseok rolls his eyes as he enters the kitchen with nothing but a towel around his waist. “Do you have to be so crude?”

Jimin’s laughter comes over the speaker as he winks at you, ignoring his boyfriend reprimanding him.

“Crude? Me? Never.” he licks his lips as he eyes Hoseok and then turns his attention back to you.

“Well, baby, I’ve got to go. Just checking in to make sure my dear boyfriend was in excellent hands,” Jimin winks, blowing you a kiss before ending the call.

You take a second to fan yourself, feeling heated from just speaking with him. He sure loved to tease you.

“I’m sorry about him,” Hoseok apologizes. “He’s not always like this.”

You raise a brow in disbelief, and Hoseok backtracks. “Okay, he’s always like this, but he’s just a flirt.”

“It’s part of his charm,” you smile as you wrap your arm around Hoseok. He grins as he presses his forehead to yours, his wet hair leaving droplets on your skin.

“I should get dressed so I can make you breakfast,” he murmurs as he looks at your lips and then your eyes.

You bite your lip, your hands moving down to the towel wrapped around his waist. You let it fall to the floor to pool around his ankles, stroking him languidly as his hooded gaze remains on your face.

“Is that so?” He asks in a gruff voice.

“Mhmm,” you hum in response as your mouth wraps around him and he grips the counter to steady himself. You bob up and down his length, your eyes locked on his as you suck him off, and Hoseok can’t help but moan your name.

So much for breakfast.

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