#yesterday with the whole sugar + caffeine high combo

[lesbianneopolitan]

my mood has been a SUGAR RUSH

[chaosbulldogwrites]

Opportunity

Word count: 3,365

Genre: soft to smut..I guess?

Pairing: Jung Hoseok/j-hope x reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: language, sexual situations, blowjobs, oral sex, unprotected sex

A trip to Barcelona opens up a new opportunity for you...

Collaboration info:  Come join us as we explore Europe with BTS through fanfiction. Our members chose a European location and a BTS member/combo to adventure with, inspired by the group’s most recent extended time off. Our fics range from fluff to smut, exploring our fantasies and ideations of what it would be like to travel with the boys. We invite you to go on this journey with us!

Fellow collaborators: som-siren |  smuttymess | bangtanbetch (1) (2)

The first thing you noticed was his laugh.

It rang out clearly through the kitchen as you sipped on the Spanish coffee in front of you. You had gotten in late to the hostel the night before, the flight taking forever and landing later than expected. Barcelona sat unfamiliar and unexplored, but all you wanted to do was take a hot shower to get rid of the airplane smell and pass out in bed. Which is exactly what you did last night.

The laugh made you look up from the newspaper on the table, the Spanish familiar yet unfamiliar to you. You prayed the language would come back soon; those years from high school not going to waste. But all ideas of that slipped from your mind when you saw him.

He slipped into the kitchen, laugh still ringing out, a gigantic smile on his face. His eyes were nearly shut in joy as you realized he was laughing with someone on the phone. He was speaking a language more foreign to you than the Spanish on the newspaper, though from the tone and inflection, he was having a very pleasant and fun conversation with whoever he was talking to.

You couldn’t help but smile into your warm coffee as he talked excitedly on the phone. His joy was contagious. The stress of last night was definitely dissipating from you as you reached out for a breakfast pastry sitting on the table. You took a big bite out of it as he finished his phone call, cup of coffee in hand as he sat across from you at the table. He sighed and smiled as he looked up at you, eyes crinkling once again in your direction.

“Good morning,” he spoke first, the English surprising you as you choked on coffee. You weren’t sure why him speaking English after whatever language he was speaking caught you off guard, but his voice was very pleasant. Almost sing-song in a way.

“Good morning,” you managed to finally return, swallowing the errant coffee down your throat.  

“You okay?”

You nodded, blushing hard as you placed your mug down maybe a bit too hard on the table. “Sorry.”

“No problem.” He smiled again, taking a sip of his own coffee as well before he winced at it. “Aish, so bitter.”

“There’s cream and sugar.” You push forward the containers towards him. He nods as he dumps a ton of sugar into the coffee and a liberal amount of cream afterwards. You couldn’t help but giggle.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing.” You sipped on your own super-sweetened coffee. You had to sympathize with him, the coffee here was way more bitter than you were used to.

“My friend likes… no, loves coffee,” he said after a sip, satisfied with his new concoction in front of him. “I don’t get it.”

You giggle as you take another bite of your pastry. “They say it’s an acquired taste. But I’m just in it for the caffeine.”

He nods. You now notice his bright brown eyes and how they contrast so perfectly well with his golden skin and caramel-colored hair. He grabs a pastry and takes a big bite as well as you just study this beautiful man who walked into your life.

“You weren’t here yesterday,” he responds eventually, breaking you out of your gaze.

“I just got in last night. Late, actually,” you finally stammer, surprised at his bluntness.

He nodded, that infectious smile on his face again. “First time in Barcelona?”

“First time traveling actually.”

An inquisitive look flashed across his face for a moment before raising an eyebrow. “You’ve never traveled before?”

“Not out of the country, no.”

“Excited?”

You nod your head. “I’ve always wanted to travel to another country, but the right opportunity never showed up.”

“And this is? The right opportunity?”

You blush, the heat rising to your cheeks.

The right opportunity being you just fed up with life in general. Doing the same old song and dance. Work, home, maybe going out to the bar once in a while only to fail at picking up someone to come home with you. So with a new job on the horizon and some cash in your pocket from the last one you figured why not treat yourself and fly halfway across the world to experience a new culture. Barcelona you heard was a great place to visit. Safe too, since your parents were more than concerned about you flying and traveling alone. Plus you wanted to go somewhere with a little Latin flair, so to speak.

So to find yourself sitting in a hostel kitchen with a man definitely not of Latin descent, maybe the right opportunity came long. And something welled up inside you, a confidence you never knew you had. Maybe it was the foreign air, or the lack of personal ties not being in your home country and traveling alone, but damn if he wasn’t so gorgeous sitting there in the sunlight, highlighting his soft features on his face.

“Yeah, I think this is.”

He reaches a hand out towards you. “Hoseok.”

You reciprocate, smiling as you answer back with your name. The confidence inside you grows.

“Are you doing anything today Hoseok? Since this is my first day in Barcelona after all.”

He finishes his coffee with a flourish, the mug clanking down on the table. “Nope. Looking for a tour guide?”

“Maybe…” You get up from the table, walking with renewed vigor over to the sink place you coffee cup in it. “There’s a lot to see and I don’t know where to start.

He thought for a minute, finger tapping on his lips before he snapped his fingers. “Meet me down here in 10 minutes. We’ll have fun!”

And have fun you do.

He took you around, studying the old Gothic architecture around the city, the many churches rising massively in the sky. You both wonder in awe of how these massive cathedrals were built. And although you both want to buy a tour of one of them, the prices were high and the crowds were swelling with people. Walking around outside in the cool sea breeze with a beautiful man next to you was just as good.

You both manage to find a small cafe tucked away from the main tourist drags where you tuck into lunch and find out more about your travel partner for the day. You find out he’s from South Korea and from the way he explains it the country shoots up pretty high on your “countries to visit soon” list. You comment at lunch how his English is pretty good, even if he isn’t confident in it. He mentions his friend is “much, much better” at English than him, even as he teaches you some Korean, which you realize now what he was speaking this morning on the phone.   Bellies full of food and wine, you take the afternoon to just people watch. You find out that Hoseok loves to dance, and is really good at it. You manage to record him dancing along with some street performers, the hip-hop vibe flowing throughout the whole performance. You show him the video afterward and you can tell he must do this for a living, carefully critiquing his moves and flow. He points out a few things he could have done to make the performance better, but you shake your head at him.

“Loosen up a little,” you say. “You’re so hard on yourself!”

Before you know it sunset had appeared and he asks you out to dinner. You both return to the hostel to freshen up and change from walking around the city all day. You fish out from the bottom of your suitcase a cute dress that you never thought you’d wear. Just in case you remember telling yourself back then packing. You check yourself in the mirror, seeing this new confident you staring back in this sexy dress that accentuates the right parts. You put up your hair and add on some extra makeup to take the look into the night.

When you return downstairs you are stunned at the man in front of you. Hoseok looks, for lack of a better term, amazing. He’s wearing a button down shirt that he’s left a few buttons open near his neck, showcasing his collarbones that peek through. That is tucked into a pair of linen pants and a pair of spotless white loafers. His hair is slightly textured now with product, but his forehead looks so good under the part in his bangs.

“Wow.”

He echoes that as he reaches a hand out towards you.

“Ready for dinner, noona?”

You nod, taking his hand lightly. Your cheeks blush under the friendly term. “What did you have planned?”

“You’ll see.”

You both walk for a while down the street by the beaches, watching the city go from day to night. Gone are the multitudes of families and tour groups crowding the streets. Replaced are groups of people more your age getting ready to spend the night dancing and drinking and enjoying themselves. Your hand has not left his, holding on to it for dear life. In the matter of hours you’ve gone from complete strangers to acquaintances.

No, more than that. Friends? Maybe even more?

If you were more than just friends he wouldn’t be taking you to dinner.

All thoughts of that disappeared when you got to dinner, eating at a local restaurant serving dishes from the area. Conversation and wine flowed easily at the table as you talked more about your lives outside of Barcelona. His personality was like sunshine, ever so bright and cheerful.

“This has been a really fun day,” you say as dinner is cleared away and you wait for the bill. You swirl the wine around in the glass your holding before taking a sip. “Thank you Hoseok.”

He nods as he raises his glass towards you. “To friends?”

“To friends.” The glasses ring in the clear night sky. You take another sip as you settle into your thoughts.

“What’s wrong, noona?”

“I’ve never had a day like this,” you confess. “I’ve never taken a chance like this and flown halfway across the world and spent the whole day with someone I literally met at breakfast. It’s definitely not me.” You pause for a moment, searching his face for a response. He waits patiently as you figure out the words.

“I don’t want this day to end Hoseok. I know after tonight you’re leaving to meet your friends before you head home to Korea. I honestly wish I would’ve been here sooner so I could spend more time with you. Get to know you more.”

He lays his hand on top of yours. Goosebumps ripple up your arms at the touch. It’s soft yet firm.

“I know, but the night is not over yet.”

He smiles that infectious smile before he leans over the table. You shut your eyes as your rise from your seat, lips pressing into his. The kiss is innocent, chaste almost. You can tell he’s holding back. Hell you’re holding back as well. You open your eyes just as he opens his and you stare at one another for a heartbeat.

“Your check.”

The waitress breaks the tension between the two of you. You blush as he quickly grabs for it. You reach for your clutch but he waves you off.

“No, no. It’s on me.”

You down the rest of your wine as he pays for dinner. It’s barely a moment before he pulls you on your feet. Your close to him, closer than any other moment of the day. Your body is pressed into his, his warmth radiating over you in comfort. Your eyes lock upon one another, searching for some answer to what today was. Is.

Did it matter?

You take the initiative and lean up into him, leading the kiss this time. You pull him closer, putting more into the kiss. Just from his lips he tastes like red wine and spice. You want more, crave more.

He pulls you away for a moment, his tongue licking across his lips. Was it nervousness that flashed across his face? Were you too forward?

You opened your mouth to ask him but he answers with a finger to your lips.

“Somewhere more…private?”

“Yes.”

You have no idea how fast the both of you ran back to the hostel between all the kisses you each tried to sneak from one another. You are almost tempted to pull him into an alley just to make out, but he keeps pulling you down the beach, back to somewhere safe and more sanitary than a back alley in Barcelona.

The moment the door slams to his room his hands are all over you, gripping at your hips, pulling you closer to him. Each and every kiss you get bolder, pushing more into him. He still tastes like wine and spice across his lips, his tongue. You gasp for air after releasing from another deep kiss. His eyes are burning with a fire you haven’t seen before.

In your frenzied movements making out, the back of your knees hit the edge of his bed. His hands are slowly moving across your hips to your back, to the zipper at the top of your dress. You let him unzip you slowly as you run your hands across his chest, tracing those collarbones he was showing off tonight. The fabric of your dress falls away, revealing yourself in the dim light of the room. He grins deviously as his hands move back up your body towards your breasts.

“Noona… You’re so beautiful.”

The next kiss sends you crashing towards his bed, your back hitting the mattress with a thump. He moves on top, his leg slotting between yours. There’s more tongue now, his kiss hungry for your breath. He wants more, craves more.

Your fingers nimbly unbutton his shirt as he keeps his lips on yours, his shirt falling to the side of the bed. They trace down his abs towards his belt until they settle upon the growing hardness down below. You can’t help but smile as he winces into the kiss, your hands squeezing ever so much on his growing erection.

It triggers something carnal in him as he grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head. His leg pushes up against you as you feel the warmth below begin to spread. You playfully push against his hold, but the grip tightens.

“So greedy.”

He begins to move his kisses across your jawline, down your neck into your shoulder. Your heart skips a beat as you feel him work the skin there, biting and pulling. It just makes you wetter.

He moves your wrists into one of his hands as the other trails back down your body. He stops for a moment to play with one of your breasts. You want him to take off your bra and play with them uninterrupted, but him teasing your nipples through the cloth just drives you crazy with frustration. You can’t help but let out a whimper as he flicks it with his fingers. It causes him to laugh into your neck as his fingers continue their journey down your body.

“Hoseok…”

“Hmmm?” His eyes looking up at yours, his lips shiny with spit.

“Please…”

“Say it, noona.” He brings his lips back to you, silencing your answer as his fingers hovered above your waistline, tracing your hipbones. You push up with your whole body, your back arching in pleasure as you get friction from his thigh and your panties.

“I want you inside me Hoseok. Please…” you manage to finally say as he releases your lips. They’re swollen and shiny and beautiful. That grin returns as his fingers finally cross underneath your panties into the wetness underneath. You let out a gasp as he goes inside you. Your nerves scream in pleasure as he goes deeper before slowly dragging it against your bundle of nerves back out again. You can feel yourself clench against nothing as he brings up the offending finger, shiny in your juices. He licks himself clean as you stare up at him through your eyelashes. The sight just turns you on even more.

“Tasty,” he murmurs. “Want more.”

His head lowers as he releases his grip on your wrists, but you don’t dare move them. They grab towards your breasts, pushing under the cups of your bra. They grab at the soft flesh, clouding your mind further in the throws of pleasure. The pads of his fingertips brush against your sensitive nipples, causing you pain and pleasure. You feel his tongue slide down your body, across your bellybutton only to stop right above your pussy. You feel his breath above you, waiting to lap you up.

It happens all at once as he pinches both of your nipples hard and buries his face into you. His tongue reaches deeply, teasing at your pleasure as your body goes into a brief shock from all the stimulation. You don’t know when it hits you, but you scream out his name as he continues to eat you out, your orgasm sending you to cloud nine.

He comes up to breathe after what feels like an infinity, your hands there to hold his head as he gasps for air. He licks at your juices as you run your fingertips across his cheekbones. You pull him back up for a kiss, tasting your saltiness against his spice.

“You’re so good to me, Hoseok,” you finally say, your thoughts clearing. “I wanna be good for you.”

“You are, noona.” His hands card through your hair, his fingers tangling in your locks.

“May I?” Your hands move back down towards his neglected erection, still trapped under layers of fabric. Hoseok nods as you fumble for his belt, making quick work and pulling it off in one move. His pants and underwear fall quickly after. You can’t help but marvel at the size of him, wondering how he was so patient as he pleasured you.

His hands push your head down towards the head of his cock. You lick your lips as you prepare to take yourself into your mouth. Your lips slide down his length and back up, before you let go with a pop. His rolls back as he lets out a moan, his fingers pulling your hair tighter. Your tongue slides down the vein below, another breathy moan coming from his lips. You grin as you take him on again, your lips rolling up and down his length. He’s almost too long for you to take fully, your gag reflex triggering once before you adjust yourself to take him on. Every time he hits the back of your throat he moans louder, pushing you to do it over and over again.

“Noona…noon…uh…” you can feel himself grab your head, holding you deep on his cock. You can feel he’s so close as you swirl your tongue around the base. “I’m gonna…gonna…”

You swallow generously as he shoots, his cock pulsing in your mouth as he comes. He lets himself finish before releasing your hair. Your tongue takes one last greedy swipe against his sensitive dick before you look up at him. You both kiss one last time as you both fall into the mattress, blissed out.

Moments pass as you lie looking at one another, letting your hands run over each others bodies. You can’t help but smile as you brush his hair from the sweat covering his forehead.

“So was it a good opportunity?” he asks, pulling you closer into bed against his body. Your mind goes back from this morning, from seeing him in the kitchen and the conversation then. You can’t help but smile and kiss him gently on the lips as you settle into his arms. The night may come to the end and in the morning you’ll separate, but you’ll always have the memory of the day.

The day you took a chance. An opportunity.

“Yeah, I think it was.”