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berryhobii · 6 months ago

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Class In Session PT 2(jhs x reader)

Pairing: DanceInstructor!Jung Hoseok x Stripper!Black!Female!Reader

Word Count: 2K+

Warnings: Smut(18+ but I don’t control what you consume), a sexy pole dance to Chris Brown’s Take You Down because that 3J performance still haunts me, a little nipple play, oral(f receiving), eating it from the back, dumbification, dirty talk, size kink, begging, BigD!Hoseok, Hoseok goes from shy and kind of nervous to daddy and in control, pet names(pretty girl, pretty), reader is called tiny by Hoseok but I didn’t really specify much, doggy style where reader is standing but bent over, reader is flexible, ankles behind ears position, a little clit play, clothed s*x?, unprotected s*x(don’t do this unless you’re sure and clean), creampies

A/N: This is pure filth with a little sugar sprinkled in🩵🩵Read Part 1 here. This can be read as a stand alone

“I always assumed you never invited me over because your house was a mess or something but this is a pretty good reason too.”

Hoseok marveled at the vertical pole that stood smack dab in your living room. He hadn’t even had a chance to really acknowledge any of your other furniture or the home cooked meal you were preparing him. His attention was immediately taken by this eye catcher.

Sheepishly chuckling, you turned off the stove and walked over to stand next to him.

“I thought it would be a little too…..hard to explain.”

“You know, I honestly don’t think I would have asked about it.” He grabbed the pole, yanking on it a little to check its sturdiness. “I probably would have just pretended not to see it.”

“Oh yeah? Why?”

He shrugged. “I wouldn’t have wanted to overstep. I think seeing this pole before we were official would have been too much.”

Tilting your head and crossing your arms, you stated, “You’ve literally seen me pole dance a bunch of times.”

“Yeah but that’s in a more professional setting. In private would have been a different story.”

At that moment, an idea struck you. One that should stamp your name in the history books. A Cheshire grin that matched your devious eyes spread on your face, unbeknownst to Hoseok who was still studying the pole.

“Do you want to see a routine I prepared for my next class?”

Hoseok’s heart could have leap out of his chest and ran the Boston marathon. It took everything in him to keep a straight face and not get down on his knees and praise you like the angel you were.

Swallowing, he tapped into his professional side, slowly turning his head to look at you before croaking out a, “sure.”

You could see right through him but decided not to pressure it.

“Awesome. You wait here. I’m gonna go change.”

He didn’t even have time to react before you were already gone.

Change?

Hoseok was sweating. He know he looked crazy from how he kept sitting on the couch, getting up, pacing, and then sitting back down. You’ve been in your room for less than 5 minutes and he felt like Jigsaw was about to come out of nowhere on that tricycle. This had to be some sort of game, right? You were just fooling around with him. Teasing, that’s all this was.

Then the clicking sound of your platforms rang in his ears, his entire body stiffening and and he knew this wasn’t a damn game!

His back was facing you but don’t think his rigid reaction had escaped your sharp eyes. Like you said before, Hoseok has seen you pole dance a bunch of times and a few of those times had been when you were alone. However, this would be like giving him his own personal little strip show.

Truthfully, after that fateful night where Hoseok found out everything, you didn’t stop being a stripper. You thought about it. Was your job more important than Hoseok? It payed the bills which was a necessity and Hoseok was your partner which was also important. He insisted that your job really didn’t bother him that much. While he still wasn’t super comfortable with the idea of his girlfriend flaunting her body in anyone’s face that wasn’t his own, he understood that it was still your job and he didn’t want to be that guy who told you how to make your money.

At least you only went twice a week and he accompanied you everytime just to keep an eye on you and any brazen drunkard who was stupid enough to cross the line. You assured him that the club’s security was very protective and there was even a barrier between the stage and the club goers. That reassurance still didn’t stop him from sitting off just to to side of the stage during your sets.

Don’t worry though, you always made sure to flash him a little extra whenever you rounded the side he was on. That let him know that all these people could look(ugh) but you were going home with him at the end of the night.

Once you were close enough to him, your hand reached out to run across his shoulders. “You okay, baby?” The low purr of your voice made him shiver, goosebumps pebbling across his skin.

“Y-yeah.”

“Why don’t you sit down?”

Yes. He should sit down because your touch and voice were about to take his knees clean out the frame.

Gulping in an attempt to quench his dry throat, he stiffly moved to the couch.

And the sight that met him when he finally turned around was enough to make him want to pay all of your bills for the rest of your life. Fuck that job. He’d throw money at you right now if it meant you’d be his personal stripper.

Clad in a light purple nylon romper that was practically see through with all the purposefully placed cut outs that allowed him to see practically every inch of your skin, same colored platforms on your feet and probably the tiniest white thong that he’s ever seen in his life.

He’s never gotten hard so fast. Thank goodness he was wearing sweats because he could have split the zipper on a pair of jeans from the hard on he was sporting.

Smirking, you walked over to the coffee table to retrieve your phone and hooked it to your Bluetooth speaker. From that first guitar riff of Take You Down, Hoseok was about ready to explode.

Placing your phone back down, you sauntered over to the pole, grabbing it with both hands before starting your routine.

Hoseok’s eyes followed your every movement; from the dip of your spine when you bent over to the ripples of your ass and the curves of your breasts. And whenever you bent over, he’d get an HD view of how your cunt practically suffocated against that sorry excuse for a thong. And you were going to be teaching this to a class? He’d be damned.

The thud of your platforms when you touched the floor after spinning in the air for a little sounded incredibly loud in his ears. The song had drawn to a close meaning the end of your routine, right? He could finally breathe, right? RIGHT?!

Like a lion stalking its prey, you strode over to where he sat, your devious and cat like eyes staring him down like you were about to devour him.

His fingers twitched when you finally reached him, a light sweat had broken out at the back of his neck and his heart was thudding a thousand miles a minute. Your feminine perfume blinded his senses and the touch of your hands on his shoulders made him feel hot all over.

Your fingertips lightly trailed down his jawline to his bobbing Adam’s apple, eye contact never breaking as you leaned closer to where your lips were just a breath away.

“What’d you think?”

What did he think?! Was that a rhetorical question? You looked like sex on legs and just spun around a pole to a song that people made babies to and you want to know what he thought?!

“Don’t teach your class that.”

You teasingly smiled with a tilt of your head. “Why not?”

With a quickness, Hoseok was yanking you down on his lap, your warm body pressed right against his. He wasted no time in pulling you in for a breath stealing kiss, a rough one that had you heating up like a pot of boiling water.

He released your lips with a ‘pop’, your chest heaving and eyes slightly glazed over from the arousal that had been simmering in your belly since you started.

“Because I only want you to perform it for me.”

Running your hands up the back of his neck and through his hair, you whispered, “private dances are extra.”

Fuck it.

Your giggles were boisterous when he hoisted you up, your feet locking behind his back. His lips attacked your collarbone and neck, hands gripping your ass like his personal stress ball.

Tossing you down on the bed, he was all over you, kissing and touching any piece of skin he could reach.

“You’re so pretty. My pretty girl. So small and cute.” He whispered lovingly against the skin of your neck, hands trailing up and down your sides.

A flutter of heat burst in your tummy under the endearment, your response just a wide smile and a tender caress of your fingers up the nape of his neck. Was this how falling in love felt? If so, you wished you could have it forever. Only with him….

Nimble fingers traveled from your sides to your barely covered breasts, velvety brown nipples peeking out through the material of your romper. A pleasurable sigh fell from your lips when his thumbs ran across them, the stimulation progressively hardening them to stiff peaks. His kisses went from your neck, across your collarbone and down to your nipples to suck one into his mouth.

He made sure to give the other attention, pinching and rolling the bud between his thumb and index finger before switching sides. You couldn’t stop squirming under his ministrations, part from the tingling pleasure of him playing with your nipples and the other part from the throbbing of your pussy as arousal boiled in your belly.

“Hoseok….”

Hoseok chuckled lowly at your whiny tone. Releasing your nipple with a ‘pop’, his glittering eyes zoned in on your beautiful face; your pouting lips and almond shaped eyes that were practically begging for him.

Getting up, he backed up off of the bed. You sat up on your elbows, eyebrow raising in curiosity.

“Stand up.” He demands, holding out his hand for you. You took it, standing on your high heeled feet. Suddenly, you were turned around, a hand pushing your shoulder blades down until you were bent over. He groaned at how easily you moved, mentally sending praises to the flexibility gods. Dropping to his knees, his warm palms met your hips and smoothed over the curve of your ass. His thumbs dug into the skin of your inner thighs, eyes taking in the imprint of your cunt and the patch of wetness that soaked your tiny thong.

“How much did this romper cost?” He randomly asked.

You were confused but answered regardless. “Uhhhh like $30?”

“I’ll get you another one.”

Now it was your turn to be shocked as Hoseok gripped your romper and pulled, ripping it off with a loud sound. Your surprised gasp melted into a moan as his hands pulled your panties to the side to suck your clit into his hot mouth .

Your body shudders, that burning feeling climbing and climbing as Hoseok’s tongue becomes more firm and precise on your already needy clit. You don’t think you’ve ever gotten this close so fast. Hoseok must really have an affect on you.

He would probably be thinking the same thing the way he was moaning and slurping up every bit of wetness your cunt offered. He’s been wanting to get his hands on you for weeks but he’s been taking it slow as it not pressure you. But now that he’s had a taste, he’s never letting you go.

Cock straining in his jeans, he pulled away from your pussy, lips and chin shining with your slick. He slapped you on the ass a few times for good measure, your hips wiggling side to side and enticing him even more if possible.

“Fuck, put it in, Hoseok.” Your desperate voice begged.

A part of him wanted to tease you a little more but considering he was just as needy as you, he decided to pocket it for another time. He didn’t even bother taking his pants all the way off, just yanking them down until his cock was freed. Hand gripping his cock, he lined up with your waiting entrance.

The stretch burned in the best way, the air getting squeezed out of your lungs as he pushed past your tight ring of muscles.

Honestly, you already knew Hoseok was packing when you met him. He was wearing sweats the first time you met him and you definitely caught sight of the way his print pressed against the material when you had walked in on him practicing. There were also those few times you’ve caught him adjusting himself in his jeans. You tried hard to ignore it, not wanting to be seen as thirsty especially once he found out what your job was but that was easier said than done. Hoseok was smoking hot; fit, handsome and he had a big dick? It was like all of your prayers had been answered and now you were about to get your back blown out by him? It almost felt too good to be true. Way too good.

Gritting his teeth at the way your pulsing walls constricted around him, he paused, “you gotta relax, baby or I won’t be able to stretch this little pussy out like it deserves.” His dirty talk only made you tighten up more, his voice scratching your brain just right.

You tried to regulate your breathing, hands gripping the sheets as a way to keep you from floating away.

“Y-you’re so b-big….ahhh. I can’t….”

“Does it hurt?” He asked and you shook your head in response.

Readjusting his feet, he gripped both sides of your waist and took a deep breath before yanking your hips back. A scream ripped from your throat as his cock filled you all the way up, the head pressing incredibly close to your cervix and against every hidden spot in your clenching heat.

Mouth dropped open, you tried to form words but nothing would come out but airy gasps and strangled inhales.

Hoseok was barely holding on himself—your tight walls made it almost hard to move and he could feel your wetness already leaking down his balls. It was embarrassing how close he was to busting his load and you’ve barely done anything.

Pulling back halfway, he gave you a few experimental thrusts, your leaking arousal improving the fluidity of the glide through your walls. Even these half strokes were throwing you for a loop, pleasure burning across your skin and stirring in your belly until you felt ready to cum already.

Hands digging into your hips, Hoseok started up a fast pace, his hips clapping off your ass with a resounding smack. Your hands bunched up the sheets, face buried in the bed as you let out moans and calls of his name.

Hoseok’s head hung low as he stuffed you full, trying so hard to hold himself back but the way your cunt was trying to break his cock off was making it difficult. Paired with your moans and the visual of your bent over for him and he was ready to ascend.

Weakly turning your head, you looked at him your watery eyes. “Hoseok, ‘m gonna cum.”

Fuck.

Pulling out of you, he roughly maneuvered your body until you were on your back. His cock throbbed at the sight of your heaving chest and spit soaked lips—ripped up romper and high heels just adding to the visual. He grabbed your ankles and bent your legs back before instructing you to, “hold them”.

Deciding to take it a step further, you bent your legs even further, bringing your arms behind your knees until your ankles were effectively locked behind your head.

Hoseok swore he heard angels singing. Your glistening cunt and winking ass were on display for him like a fucking full coarse meal and he was about to dig in. Kicking his pants the rest of the way off, he climbed onto the bed, lifting you up a bit so that your ass would rest on the tops of his thighs.

He grabbed his stiff cock, slapping it against your wet pussy a few times. You moaned at the sharp sting against your clit, greedy hole spilling out more slick in anticipation. With your hands free, you could reach down, spreading your slippery lips open for him.

With a flutter of your lashes, you begged again, “Seokie….please put it in.”

With a smug grin, he lined up before slowly pushing inside. You gasped, mouth dropping and eyes focused on how your tiny hole stretched to accommodate him. The sight was enough to send you head first into a body shaking orgasm.

Hoseok felt the way you clenched impossibly tight, your head falling back against your feet only to return upright.

Squeezing the meat of your thighs, he sank the rest of the way inside. “Did your little cunt just cum, hmm? Just from me filling you up, my pretty girl?” Pulling back, he thrusted inside once, twice, three times knocking staggered moans out of you with each push and pull. With this position, he seemed to reach even deeper to the point where you swore he was rearranging your guts.

His hips sped up a bit, stroking you long and deep for you to feel every inch he had to offer you. Everything was so wet and hot, the squelching sounds of your cunt spurring him on until you were cumming again.

Drool leaked out of the side of your mouth to trail down your chin, tears finally spilling over as Hoseok sent you spiraling. You felt like his cock was all the way in your throat, invading every space in your body until you could only think of him.

Hoseok’s grunts and moans clashed against your whimpers and cries of his name, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with every push of his hips. The sight of your blissful and fucked stupid face making him want to devour you.

Grabbing your face with one hand, he squeezed your cheeks until your lips puckered, your unfocused eyes staring up at him. “This tiny cunt is squeezing me so tight. It’s all mine, isn’t it? Those fuckers at your job can watch but who gets to fuck you? Answer me.”

“Y-you! It’s yours!” You babbled as your body shook with yet another orgasm. The sheets were definitely ruined by now but you could worry about that when Hoseok was done knocking your brain loose.

His hips sped up again, carving his cock into your stomach where you’d never forget. “That’s right. It’s mine. A-all mine.”

Bringing your hand down, you began to rub at your clit in fast circles, alternating rubbing and slapping it a few times and propelling yourself into yet another orgasm but this one was so strong that your vision actually went black for a second.

Hoseok wasn’t far behind, thrusting his hips a few more times before burying himself all the way inside your luscious walls and emptying his cum into you. He weakly thrusted a few more times before pulling out and collapsing next to you.

You untangled yourself from your contorted position, legs falling limply as you both struggled to regain your breaths.

After a few moments, Hoseok spoke up. “Oh my god. That was…..amazing.”

Your giggle made him smile. “That was so cliche and cheesy.” You moved around to grab his hand, lacing your fingers together.

“Just being honest.”

You hummed, turning over on your side to face him. He turned his head to the side, captivating brown eyes locking with yours.

“It was really good for me too.”

He brought your hands up to place a kiss on the back of yours, that dazzling smile lighting up his face. Those flutters you had earlier breaking out into full blown butterflies, heart pounding in your chest as you gazed upon the man who had stolen your heart. Now you knew, this is was falling in love felt like and it felt so wonderful and light and….

Perfect.

#bts #bts x black reader #bts smut #bts fic #bts imagines #hoseok x reader #jung hoseok #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader

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lyriquette · 2 months ago

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Old RWBY AU descriptions from the frosen steel server - 12/21/2020

Scientist!Ruby. CEO!Weiss DanceInstructor!Penny

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lilac — 12/21/2020 10:26 PM

It was just supposed to be her learning how to dance for the stupid Atlasian ball.

How'd it come to her crouching inside a cleaning closet in the dance studio, internally screaming and blushing about her dance instructor?

Her cute, quirky redheaded dance instructor. Aaaaaah! It's all Weiss's fault!

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Three weeks ago:

"Weiss. I don't even want to go to your party thing, much less find a partner for it," Ruby complained, arms flailing. The oversized lab coat was a bit out of place on her, but it kept her hands warm while working in the engineering lab and that's all that mattered.

"I don't want to go either," Weiss, donning a navy blue blazer and skirt, argued back, "But we still have to anyway. High class society has its rules, rules that can't be avoided if we want to secure funding for our very poor, independent company."

"Can't your family name do something about that? Like calling in a favor or something," Ruby frowned as she rocked back and forth in the chair, "aren't all you high society peeps close?"

Weiss laughed self-mockingly, "Family name's not so great anymore ever since Father ran off with the funds for the Mantle Residency Project, and the SDC company went under. A lot of those same families invested in that."

They both went silent with that.

"...Anyone else would still be a bazillion times more helpful than me." Ruby leaned forward and stared directly into Weiss's eyes, "Do you really want to hinge our company's funding on whether or not I can remember which fork to eat salad with?"

Weiss winced.

"Please don't say the word bazillion during the party. It's not something my chief engineer should be saying."

"Is that what you're choosing to focus on?!" Ruby screamed incredulously before shaking her head. "Can't you just choose someone else like.. uh. Blake. Yeah Blake went with you to one of these things once."

"Blake broke her ex's nose the last time I brought her to one of these," Weiss deadpanned before running a hand through her white hair, "I know you prefer to be in the lab. But literally no one else is suitable. If I bring anyone else - people not as important to this project as you, our potential investors are going to think we're insincere, and that will be fatal."

She sighed.

"Look. There will be...normal people," Weiss winced slightly at the term, "at this party too. Those old families aren't going to expect everyone to perform to their standard. All you really need to do is mingle, don't say anything controversial, and speak something good about the company..."

Ruby cautiously watched Weiss.

"...that's not so har- "

And you will need to learn how to dance with the partner you'll be bringing because our sad unspoken rules require it," she finished.

Ruby's eyes bulged momentarily.

"No."

"Ruby...."

"No. There's no way."

Weiss looks at Ruby imploringly.

"No! There's no way I'm going to a party just to go up and make a fool of myself!"

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"-and so I'm here because my boss wants me to make a fool of myself dancing but in a way where I retain enough dignity to not insult everyone there," Ruby explained to the redheaded dance instructor Weiss found her - Penny Polendina was her name.

Said girl was also trying not to laugh at her story, settling for a small choked laugh that made her feel a bit better about the situation. At least someone else found it funny.

"Well, in these three weeks, I can least teach you enough to reach that standard, " Penny giggled good-naturedly, "Have you thought about what you're going to wear to the party?"

"...Isn't this good enough?" Ruby said cautiously turning to her sides examine her lab coat, red dress shirt, and jeans. "...oh dear."

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lilac — 12/23/2020 11:28 PM To just go back the Nuts n Dolts dancing AU for a moment: 8D. Have a pair of dance sessions. 80 nsfw /j

First lesson:

"Wait. I'm not ready! How could you be asking that of me?" Ruby yelled, stepping back in panic.

"Uhh, Ruby? How else are we going to dance if we don-" Penny said skeptically.

"No don't say it!" A blushing Ruby covered her ears momentarily before putting her hands down. "Can't we just dance without you know…doing that?"

"Uhhh assuming I know what you're talking about," Penny carefully replied, a little confusion in her tone, "not doing what you're telling me not to do won't fulfill the theme of a formal dance."

Seeing the other girl glance towards the nearest exits, Penny quickly added, "tell you what. For the first day, I'll just teach you the footwork. We'll go over the other stuff another time."

Ruby instantly relaxed, "Thank god." She then hopped back as Penny took a step forward to demonstrate to her, "Ahh. What are you doing? Not so close!"

----- (edited) [11:29 PM] A couple sessions later:

"I-I just. I just need a moment," Ruby raised a finger, "I need to prepare myself." Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

"Take all the time you need," Penny kindly replied, "though if you don't mind me being too forward, do you have something against touching other people?"

"I. No. Maybe. Not really. Possibly?" Ruby mulled over her question uncomfortably before hastily adding, "It's just never come up before like this before. Like I've gotten the odd hug from family and pat on the back, and I've never minded that much. But now you're asking me- asking me to…"

"Hold hands?" Penny supplied helpfully, not quite sure whether to comfort or stay back from her dance student who suddenly blushed red.

"You said it. Not me!" Ruby yelled, hands flailing.

"I'm sorry, Ruby. But what's so ba-" Penny questioned.

"It's everything bad!! It's like uhhh the gateway gesture for more intimate things!” Ruby exclaimed, hands gesturing side to side as she explained, “first you start holding hands with each other. Then you'll begin grabbing coffee together. Sneaking glances at each other. Eating dinner together.” Her words came out faster and faster, the girl turning redder and redder as she continued, “lying on the same sofa watching TV together. Leaving toothbrushes in each other’s bathroom. Sipping on chocolate on a winter day with each other. Showing the internals of your weapons to ea-"

…Ruby suddenly stopped mouth half-open, face tomato red. Steam looked like it would be coming out of her ears if she were capable of doing so.

“Uhh. Ruby. Are you okay?” Penny asked worriedly, carefully waving a hand in front of the girl who looked like she just BSOD'd.

After a minute of waving, Penny said, “okay I guess this lesson is over. I’m…going to find you a chair so you don't fall over when you finally come to. Alright? Alright.”

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