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bunnyhugs77 · 3 months

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Valentine Vixen

★Pairing: Stripper! Reader x Rich! Jungkook

★Happy Valentine's Day, Mwah

★WC: 3k

★Content: some fluff, clubbing, jk is so cute, he gets flustered, teasing, mutual pining, ft player! tae, reader is so hot, mentions of break ups, lap dances, double life, suggestive themes, a smidge of angst, brief psychology talk, mentions of boobs.

Other Content: desperate kisses, domme reader, hand jobs, grinding, almost cumming in pants, oral sex (m! receiving), subby jk. handcuffs, desperate jk, reader is a tease, nicknames, manhandling

"Look, that's her." With a subtle jut of his head, Jungkook directs Taehyung's line of sight about twenty meters off into the distance where you step up on the step ladder to shelve more novels.

Tae's eyes widen ever so slightly before his face relaxes into an all-knowing smirk, "So this is what's got you spending so much time at the library lately?" Jungkook shoves him in the side and you pretend not to notice the two of them obviously staring at you.

Letting your short acrylics graze over the spines of the paperbacks, pinpointing where the book in your hand should go. "I can't see her face from here, but I know a nice ass when I see one," Tae states obnoxiously and it makes Jungkook's face turn sour.

"C'mon, Tae." The elder rolls his eyes, "Lighten up. It's just a joke. Hopefully, tomorrow will help you chill out a bit." With an arched brow, Jungkook turns to face his best friend. "Tomorrow?"

"It's Valentine's Day, and I think it's about time you got some ass, Kook. Seriously, when's the last time you had a nice pair of tits in your face, huh?" Jungkook's cheeks flush but he does think about Tae's question.

After no more than a second had passed Tae interrupted his thoughts, "See. You can't even remember, don't worry. That's why I'm here. You're bound to get your dick wet at Red Haven tomorrow, the dancers there are next level." Tae raves, hands waving around to express his eagerness.

Red Haven was the new club that opened not too far from campus but it attracted a lot more than just some touch-deprived university students. Men were ranging from the ages of twenty-one to sixty-five.

"But-" Jungkook was about to object but Tae had picked up a call, reassuring the person on the other end of the line, "Maria, you know you're the only girl in my life." He coos and his face freezes, "Oh shit, this is Jessica? Baby, I was just joking. I don't even know a Maria." Tae walks off trying to save himself from the deep hole he'd dug himself into.

Leaving Jungkook at the table by himself once again, his eyes naturally gliding back to where you once were but he couldn't see you. His feet guided his brain over to the bookshelves where you once stocked away hardcovers.

He stops in his tracks as he lays his eyes on a certain book that caught his eye.

In your head

"That's a good choice." You startled him, the book slipping from his grasp and hitting the ground. The two of you reach down for it at the same time which in practicality wasn't a good idea. The impact of your heads colliding nearly knocked you to your feet.

"I'm so sorry," He apologizes, gaze checking in on you while you worked on picking up the novel off the floor. "I should be the one saying that. I didn't mean to scare you." You say, finally making eye contact and nothing could stop Jungkook from holding his breath.

You're breathtaking.

Beautiful dark brown eyes that held the most innocently seductive eye contact. The way your tan skin dimpled in your cheeks and the perfect formation of waves that your hair mimicked as it flowed down your shoulders.

"I've seen you around here a few times but I never got your name." Jungkook does his best to be subtle as he fishes for your name. It wasn't exactly the most discreet but you think it was a cute effort.

"I'm Y/n," You smile, handing him the book back and he just about collapses inside. Anything you wanted he would give it to you, and he's rich, he could make it happen. God, he would make sure you never had to lift a finger around him.

"I'm J-" It seems he didn't need to introduce himself because you already seemed to know him. "-Jungkook, right? The Dean's son." He sighs, of course.

That's how everyone knew him.

Being the son of the dean at the most prestigious university in the country wasn't something easy to escape. It continued to precede him anywhere he went. "Have you read it?" Your perfectly manicured finger points towards the book now in his possession and he nods.

"It's incredible, the way it examines the interplay between conscious and unconscious desires. I think it's pretty amazing." You blink once, then twice. "Don't pin me for the reading type, right?"

"Honestly, no, but trust me, I'm the last person who should be judging based on first impressions." He smiles at the sound of your soft chuckle. "Do you like psychology?" Your gaze now focused back to the shelves, "I hope so, I wouldn't want to be taking that major and not like it." You turn to him.

"You're a psychology major?" The tone of your voice gave away your disbelief but he wanted to know why this was so shocking.

"Yeah?"

"Weird. Usually, we would've had at least one class together if we shared the same major." He swallows thickly, briefly zoning out because he realizes he is talking to you. Finally, after months of watching you from a distance, trying to work up the nerve to approach you.

Getting too stuck in his thoughts, he loses his ability to speak. Settling for a hum of agreement. You sigh, disappointed. "What a shame. I would've liked having a cutie in my class like you." Your finger gently traces along his jaw and it feels like fire against his skin.

Before he could blink you were strutting away. Hips swaying like you were on a runway, he licks his lips. He'd never fumbled so badly before, but your beauty was something entirely different. It made him disoriented. He needed to get a grip.

Who would've thought the cute library assistant was so...tempting?

★★★

"Hey, Kook! I don't know If I'll be able to stay with you much longer. The bartender is giving crazy fuck me eyes and I can't leave her disappointed now can I?" Tae grabs his friends by the shoulder amidst the crowd of moving bodies.

"What about Maria?" Jungkook questions, referring to the woman Tae had spent all day before this one buttering up in hopes she would forgive him. Tae shrugs, "She'll forgive me again." Jungkook scoffs as he watches the silver-haired man travel through the sea of bodies.

Sometimes he couldn't believe that was his best friend, but he had to remember he wasn't always like this. This was just some terrible hoe phase he was going through.

He had gotten out of a 3-year-long relationship with Yara no more than 3 months ago and he's been on some sort of fucking spree ever since. He claims he feels so 'free' but deep down he was hurting and Jungkook knew that, but Tae refused to admit it.

But what could he do? It was a canon event and he couldn't interfere, even though he tried to once. Didn't end well. Tae was on a hunt for as many women as he could get, and he knew that eventually he would get sick of it and regain his senses.

His mind was pulled out of his thoughts once the entire venue went black for a few moments and the music was shut off. Jungkook was confused, maybe even a bit scared but it seemed there was no need to be as the crowd roared to life.

It seems they knew something he didn't.

"Introducing Red Haven's Vixens!" The announcer's voice rang through the speakers but the crowd was so much louder.

Jungkook was deep into the middle section of the audience so it was hard for him to get a clear view of the stage but he could see eight beautiful women walking onto the stage, in outfits he could probably use to floss.

There were so many colours on the stage. It was as if he'd died and been brought to the end of the rainbow where the sexiest guardian angels waited to bring him to heaven. Although there was one that piqued his interest.

All the girls were wearing some form of unique face paint that was accessorized with rhinestones, each one matching the general colour scheme of their outfits. There was something about the girl in the hot pink two-piece.

Jungkook fought to make his way to the front, face now up close to the base of the stage, looking up to the woman with hearts in his eyes. The way her hips swayed with the music, and her ass jiggled with each sharp movement.

She was a natural, with one hand on the pole she leaned back, looking right into the crowd. Her eyes scanned for a target before they landed on Jungkook as she began to grind your hips down onto it, making such a lewd expression.

She bit her lip and furrowed her brows just like one would as if they were close to- A shock ran through his body. It was you. Even with the gems and the paint around your eyes, he knew it was you, and by the slight smirk that crept up your lips, you knew he recognized you.

Once the performance was over Jungkook had found his way back to the front counter, eyes desperately scanning over the list of private sessions they offered. "How much would it cost for a room with the girl in pink?"

The clerk reminds Jungkook, "A private session grants you a private dance from one of our vixens. No touching of any kind is permitted unless granted by the Vixen, you must-" The rest of the rules were no brainers and Jungkook desperately wished he could fast forward the long speech.

"Got it. How much?"

"Well, Destiny is our Vixen of the highest demand, a 10-minute session could cost you up to five hundre-" Jungkook couldn't take it anymore. "I'll give you a thousand." He interrupts and the woman's jaw drops. She promptly hands him the key, "Third door on your left."

He'd been sitting in the nicely decorated room for the last five minutes. He was sitting on the chair that faced the door, his right leg bouncing uncontrollably. He was so nervous, and if he was being honest, he was already sporting a semi just from the thought of you walking through that door any second now.

The lights in the room flickered from the bright blue as it strobed to a gentle purple before a deep pink. The door opened, and there you were. In the same outfit you'd worn on stage except this time the music had changed to Wild Side.

"It is you." Jungkook gasps cutely as you take confident strides towards him. "Right, you are." Your heels made you tower over him once you stood before him.

"B-But- why?" You laugh, "The same reason why billions of other people have jobs. I've got an expensive tuition that won't pay for itself." He frowns, speaking before thinking. "I'll pay for it." You give him a playful roll of your eyes before you bend at the waist, bringing your face close to his.

"You're lucky you're so cute." The mere proximity was making Jungkook's brain get mushy and hazy with lust. He wanted you so badly, would do absolutely anything to have to, anything you said.

"Now, let me see those hands." You order and just like a dog to its owner, he follows instructions immediately, his hands out in front of you and you slowly walk around him, taking one hand then the other and handcuffing them behind his back.

He doesn't even remember seeing you walk in with handcuffs then again there was a lot about tonight that he didn't see coming. Like how smoothly you were able to straddle his lap and begin a slow, deep grind.

"So I really can't touch you at all?" Your heart skipped a beat at the way he was almost pouting when he said it. "You can try, but it's so much more fun this way. Watching you struggle to touch me." Your voice is as gentle as a whisper that should've been lost over the music but it was spoken right into his ear.

The feeling of your breath against the shell of his ear sends the hairs on the back of his hair to stand, and goosebumps to raise. He was rock solid in his jeans, although you already knew that. You could feel it. With every sensual roll of your hips, the man beneath you became a little more whiny.

"Do you think about me touching you?" Whipping your hair to the side as you leaned down intentionally close to his neck, making sure he felt your presence all over. His hips stutter under your set pace and it caused you to jolt slightly, "Fuck yes- Every day." He answers. Voice empty and high-pitched.

"Yeah?" You slowly slide off him, and let your knees hit the soft cushioned floor. You weren't doing anything, simply resting your arms on his knees and letting your head rest innocently on your hands.

How dare you look up at him like such an angel while you tempted him with a world of sin.

"Tell me, what do I do to you?" He sucks in a sharp breath as he feels your hand slowly glide up the inseam of his jeans. "You-" He gets distracted, losing his train of thought the moment your hand gently squeezes the thick muscle of his thigh, "Shit. You take my cock in your mouth and you suck me off until-" you squeeze his thigh once again, a little tighter this time.

"Hm? Until what? Until you cum in my mouth? Or on my chest?" Leaning back up, making an intimidating eye contact that Jungkook was unable to hold. "Look at me, Kookie." God. That nickname was so belittling, made him feel like he was being teased, but oh how he loved it.

"Until What? Say it." You grit, your hand holding his face, just firm enough for your middle finger and thumb to press into his cheeks. "Until I cum in your mouth and you swallow it." He looked so ashamed to say it, but it only caused you to grin bigger.

"Can I touch you, Kookie?"

He nods, nods and nods. "Please." His voice was a mere whisper, and at a certain pause during the music, you could hear him fighting against his restraints.

Back on your knees, your hands worked skillfully on getting him out of his pants and pulling how his briefs, just low enough for his throbbing dick to be released. Already budding with precum, some of it sticking to the base of his shirt as it rests against his abdomen.

"Nice cock." You almost wanted to laugh at the cliché, but it was true. Jungkook really had the prettiest dick you'd ever laid your eyes on, and he was big too.

He doesn't respond, eyes focused on your every move while his cheeks tinted red. He was anticipating for the contact between your hand and his length, but he still wasn't prepared.

Sucking in a sharp breath as he watched you spit on it and proceed to flash him the most charming smile he'd ever seen. You wanted to kill him, and Jungkook was afraid you'd succeed.

Your hand languidly rose from base to tip, working him up but he didn't need that, he wanted to last. His hips bucked up with every motion of your hands, "Relax," You coo, hand continuing its ministrations while Jungkook's head fell back. Hands still fighting against the cuffs desperately.

"a-ah." he moans so sweetly as your lips unexpectedly place a chaste kiss on his tip. Eyes shooting wide open, "Shit- 'm not gonna last." He warns but you continue anyway. Letting your tongue swirl around his tip like your favourite popsicle.

"Y/n-" His groans became more breathless and frequent, "Oh shit- Y/n-" Being ambitious you relaxed your throat and took deep breaths through your nose as you deepthroated his length. Fondling his balls in your left hand as you continued to work the base that you couldn't fit with your right.

That was it for him.

Jungkook's hot cum was filling your mouth with no further warning and the sound of the clashing metal rang in your ears, you grin. Looking up at the man who you've just ruined.

He blinks down at you with no thoughts behind his eyes, you maintain eye contact and swallow. He groans; and just to make sure you made his dreams come true, you stick out your tongue when you're done.

You stand, and the song changes once more, now playing sex with me.

How fitting, you think.

You uncuff Jungkook's wrists and with all the strength in his body, he tugs you back down to his lap. "Let me kiss you," A big strong man like him had just manhandled you to his will yet here he was still asking for your permission.

Good boys deserve treats.

You lean in, tilting your head to the side as your lips meet in a lustful exchange of saliva and desperation. This was all Jungkook needed. His hands unconsciously roamed down your backside until they found comfort on the soft flesh of your ass. Giving it a confident grip, you moaned into the kiss.

The two of you hardly pulled away, kissing like you wanted to become one. The way your body rolled against his and he pushed up into you.

"Can I fuck you?" He looked up to you with stars in his eyes and he was just the cutest thing, just as you wanted to answer, the lights strobe back to their default blue colour.

Slowly, you dismount him. Pretending that you weren't soaking through your costume. "Next time," You leaned down to drop a kiss on his cheek and begin to make your way out, "Happy Valentine's Day." You flash him one last wink and walk out of sight.

Happy Valentine's Day ♡

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trivia-yandere · 3 months

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dilemma

being single and broke on valentine's day is not what you expected - especially when your dealer is waiting for his payment. @momnomnom @sweetempathprunetree @darkuni63

word count: 4.063

warning: drug dealer yoongi, oral (m receiving), kissing, smut, praising, weed smoking, unprotected sex, dirty talking, cumshot,

valentine's day masterlist

“Suga…” you murmur to the phone pressed to your ear. The sound of the shower is loud in the background as you wait for the water to turn hot.

“Y/N.” the voice on the other side murmurs, voice deep and a little raspy. “You know you don’t have to call me that. I’ve known you for years now.”

You touch the water and hum. “I know. I like saying it, though.” you respond to the man on the other side. “I hope I didn’t interrupt you from anything. It is Valentine’s Day afterall.”

You hear a chuckle on the other side. “Nothing at all. I was just dozing off when you called.”

You lick your lips. You texted first, asking if he had your usual - nothing but an eighth of weed to hold you off. When he didn’t respond, you called.

You knew Yoongi way back from your High School years that then rolled into college and even now, as you worked at your big girl job. His product was good, affordable and he always threw deals for clientele such as yourself - loyal, as he calls them. There’s been times in which Yoongi would add extra to the bag he sold you just because.

“That’s sad. Figured a guy like you had someone to spend the day with him." The shower water is now hot. “I guess we’re both lonely on this holiday.”

You hear a grunt come from Yoongi. “I guess we are.” There’s silence for a moment from the both of you. “What do you suggest we do about that then?”

You lick your lips, your heart pumping at his sudden choice of words.

Another reason why you liked Yoongi - he always flirted back, no matter how subtle. You ponder if he was like this with all his clientele - but you understood that with you, he was. It never went past light flirting and lingering eyes, but it’s fun to engage with, nonetheless.

“How about I drop off your usual and then we can smoke together?” Yoongi questions, a coolness in his voice. “I have a new strain you can try.”

“A new strain?” you open the shower door and get inside. The water hits your back and you lowly moan at the nice sensation of it. “That would be nice, Yoongi. How long do you think you’d be?”

“Not long. Are you in a rush?”

“No. I’m just showering.”

Yoongi is silent for a moment and you lick your lips in anticipation.

“Getting pretty for our smoke session, I see. How nice.” there’s shuffling in the background as you laugh at his response. “I’ll be there in around 20.”

“See you.”

You scrubbed your skin furiously as if it was covered in the most dirt and grime ever. Your showers lasted longer than 10 minutes - especially when it was an everything shower. How you managed to do everything in 10 minutes was beyond you, but you managed. You still had to get out and make yourself look good without appearing as if you were trying too hard.

You tilt your head in the mirror, mind wandering.

What if Yoongi was just a natural flirt? You were probably thinking far too into the flirtings - here you stood in front of a mirror pondering on what lingerie to wear for a man that sold you weed. Could you get any more pathetic than that?

Then again, what exactly did you have to lose?

You sigh. Your dignity was one - and so was good weed for the low if Yoongi decided to deny you.

“Fuck it.” you shrug away your nerves, deciding that even if Yoongi denied you, that wouldn’t stop you from at least attempting.

You knew Yoongi likes black - it’s all you ever truly see him in. You decided on a lacy black one you only ever wore once - for pictures - and covered it with a long t-shirt that stops at your thighs.

Your phone sounds and you exhale a breath. You place the phone upon your ear and murmur a soft hello. “YN…” you feel the goosebumps of hearing your name come from Yoongi’s lips. “...I’m outside.”

“Coming.” you sing-song.

It’s evening in February and that meant it was a bit chilly out, but you’d choose to ignore the piercing feeling of the cold breeze against your legs.

Yoongi’s car matched him, you thought. It was a black sedan with the darkest tint of windows you’ve ever seen. It stands out in the driveway of your way - your own car wasn’t as new as his nor was the surrounding ones belonging to your neighbors.

The car is still on, but Yoongi assures that the lights aren’t. You got into his car swiftly, admiring how clean it was and how him it felt.

“You look nice.” Yoongi comments, flickering on the light.

“In a big ass t-shirt?” you snort, but even your heart is pounding from the compliment. If he thought you looked nice now, you wondered just how he’d like your lingerie.

Yoongi chuckles. “Yeah.” he nods. “You smell nice, too.”

You bite your lip, glancing at Yoongi's way.

“This is a nice car.” you had to change the subject. Yoongi was such a smooth talker and everything he said had a tone of seriousness to it. It was hard not to be tongue tied around him. “You can’t get all your money just selling weed.”

Yoongi knits his brows. “Sounds like you’re fishing for information.” he murmurs.

“Just an observation.”

Yoongi grasps a small rectangular box. He opens it, revealing pre-rolled blunts wrapped in paper. “You’re correct. It isn’t all I sell.” he says. “But, Y/N…ignorance is bliss.” Yoongi lights one of the blunts and hands it to you. “Ladies first.”

You gently grab the blunt, trying to ignore the way Yoongi’s eyes watch you. You feel nervous underneath his intense stare, contemplating how you would make your move upon him.

Yoongi licks his lips, eyes trailing down to your exposed legs. They appeared soft and smooth and he wanted to test the theory, but he held himself back.

Yoongi blinks when your hand comes into his line of vision. Yoongi shakes his head. “You can keep that one. I’ll light another.” he says, opening the box once more and grabbing yet another blunt.

You giggle. “That seems excessive.” But you take Yoongi’s word for it and continue to smoke as Yoongi lights his own. “Isn’t there a rule for using your own supply?”

Yoongi chuckles, taking a drag of his blunt. “My supply would be fine, trust me.”

“I feel bad though.” you murmur, glancing out the window. It’s hard to see with the tint and you just thought that was perfect. “I made you come all the way here for nothing.”

Yoongi is intrigued. He watches as you slowly turn towards him, body facing his way now in the large seat. He wants to tear his eyes away from the way the oversized shirt rises up your thigh, but it takes him a whole ten seconds to do so - and yes, he did count.

“How so?” Yoongi swallows, finally lifting his eyes to reach yours. He continues to smoke as he awaits your response.

“I don’t have any money.” your blunt was smaller than his now as you take a few puffs before continuing. “I should have told you once I realized. You know, bills, rent and all.”

Your throat feels dry. Yoongi slowly nods his head before releasing a laugh.

“That’s fine. You don’t have to pay me.” Yoongi shrugs his shoulders. “You’ve been a loyal customer for years.”

Your eyes watch Yoongi inhale the smoke and exhale it through his nose. Your legs clench, finishing the blunt that has grown small.

“That would be taking advantage of you. I don’t want to do that.” you shake your head.

“I consider you a friend of mine, Y/N.” You feel the jolt in your heart that tells you that your plan was going to fail. “You’re the only one that I would give such luxuries to.”

The jolt is back, but this time your plan was back in action. “Oh?” you ask, opening the window and flickering the small bud out of it. “I consider you a friend of mine, as well. But still…”

Yoongi blinks, tilting his head.

“...I don’t just want to leave without offering you something.”

Yoongi’s unsure if he’s completely understanding what you’re speaking but he doesn’t have a moment to digest, either. You’re fast and swift, swinging your leg around and sitting completely onto his lap. Yoongi gasps when he feels you directly on him, the oversize shirt riding up your thighs once more.

There’s an open water bottle in the cup holder and Yoongi is quick to drop the rest of his blunt inside of it, not caring if he has wasted the rest entirely because you were in his lap. Yoongi is hesitant to touch you - he wants to feel the softness of your thighs. But he allows himself to slowly, telling himself that if you didn’t want him to, you wouldn’t be in his lap now.

“You don’t have to offer me anything.” Yoongi murmurs, leaning back into his seat and looking up at you.

Yoongi’s hands are big and they feel nice on you. You’d recall often staring at them whenever you and he were together - usually when he was bagging your weed.

“I want to.” your hands send electric shocks through him when he feels them onto his neck. “You’ve been good to me after all these years. Always giving me deals, supplying more than what I ask for.”

Yoongi grunts when he feels you begin to grind against him and he is but a man, and within seconds he’s painfully (and embarrassingly) hard.

“You even used to listen to my drunk ramblings when I’d call for weed.”

Yoongi snorts. “They were entertaining.” he admits, recalling the time you’d call him in all hours of the night back during your college days, ask for your usual, then completely change the topic of conversation. He never told you to shut up like you would have in his position.

Your hands slide down from his neck to his chest. You then grip the hem of your shirt and begin to lift. Yoongi watches in a trance, eyes slightly widening. In his eyes, you move in slow motion, taking off the oversize shirt.

Yoongi feels a lump in his throat and he tries his hardest to swallow it. His eyes are fixed on you - the black lingerie you wore that hugs you perfectly. It leaves little to the imagination, a lacy material covering your skin. He can see the outlines of your nipples - aroused and hardened for him.

“Cat got your tongue?”

Yoongi manages to swallow, eyes glancing up to look at you. You’re smirking down at him, satisfied that he was tongue tied.

“You knew you were going to come out here and do this to me.” Yoongi presse you firmly against him, hands roaming up your sides. “That’s why you smell so good and your skin is so soft.”

Yoongi doesn’t intend to hold anything back now - not as you sit in his lap and allow him to touch you freely. He leans into your neck and inhales the sweet scent of your natural aroma mixed with perfume, a scent he’s sure he smelled before. He doesn’t want to think too much into it (or admit that he has smelled you when he’s given you your usual because he wasn’t a creep).

“Guilty.” you mumble, lowering yourself so you’re a few inches from his face.

Yoongi places his lips against yours, moaning into the kiss. It catches you by surprise for a moment, but then you melt into him. His hands roam your body, palms feeling what skin you have exposed.

Your teeth sink into Yoongi’s bottom lip, lightly tugging it. Your palms slide into the back of his neck just as Yoongi’s begin to cup your ass.

“You want to do this here?” questions Yoongi, a dark look in his eyes. He isn’t opposed to it, however, the way he wants to have you would be quite difficult in his car.

“We can go inside.” you murmur, lips kissing down his jawline.

Licking his lips, Yoongi nods. “You know you don’t have to do this if you think you need to pay me.” he has to be sure that it’s something you truly want to do - ignoring that you did come out here in lingerie and willingly sat in his lap after he stated you didn’t have to pay him.

“Maybe I just want to fuck you.” was your response and now, Yoongi is sure that tonight you’d get exactly what you were asking for.

The next is a blur. You managed to put your shirt back on while Yoongi gathered his own belongings and getting out the car. He keeps his hands on you as he follows you back inside your home and once the door is closed, you’re on him once more.

There had to be an attraction prior to this - between the both of you. You’d notice oftentimes that Yoongi’s eyes would wander when he thought you weren’t looking, and he also noticed how you’d become so giddy or flushed when he was around. This was bound to happen sooner or later - but never Yoongi leading it.

So you had to.

“Do you have a condom?” you ask Yoongi, possibly far too late. “I’m not on any birth control.”

Yoongi nods his head, glad that he left condoms in his wallet with him.

“I’m clean.” Yoongi mentions, a dust of crimson on his cheeks.

You smile. “So am I.”

You then fall to your knees, lifting the oversize shirt over your head. You then place them on the belt of his jeans, eyes glancing up at him.

Goosebumps run through Yoongi’s skin at what you’re trying to do and he’s quick to help you. He loosens his belt and you do the rest.

Yoongi’s already hard from seeing you on your knees and the thought of what's about to come next. He watches with his mouth agape as you take his cock out of his underwear, licking your lips.

It’s a rush going through you right now and for an odd reason, you feel yourself clenching around nothing just at the sight of Yoongi above you - and the thought of pleasuring him.

“Shit…” Yoongi murmurs to himself, swallowing once his mouth becomes dry. You’re pumping his cock gently, eyes admiring at how pretty it looked. He was cleanly trimmed, cock erect and twitching in your hands.

You place a kiss on the tip of Yoongi’s cock before your tongue dips out and licks a single stripe upon it as if it was a lollipop. You can hear Yoongi’s breath hitching, and it’s what motivates you to continue.

Your tongue twirls around the tip, sucking it completely into your mouth. Your eyes glance up at the man, satisfied when his eyelids are closed and he’s beginning to pant.

Yoongi tries his hardest to remain upright, but then he feels your mouth more. So wet and warm and inviting - you take him into your mouth fully, continuing to suck as if your life depended on it. Yoongi leans against your front door, the back of his head pressed against it.

Deeper and deeper, you take Yoongi in your mouth. You rarely found your own pleasure when it came to pleasuring men - but this is different.Yoongi is hot, you’d admit, and even hotter when he’s moaning and panting because of you. You find yourself cleaning your own legs for any friction.

Managing to open his eyes, Yoongi looks down at you. Your cheeks are sucked in due to all the sucking you’re doing and wet slurping could be heard. Yoongi groans again because, damn - “You’re so pretty.” he grumbles, embarrassed because he didn’t mean to say it aloud and sound so damn whipped.

Your heart jolts at Yoongi’s compliment and it only causes you to suck harder, your jaw beginning to hurt but you refuse to stop because Yoongi (your weed dealer at that) called you pretty.

Yoongi pushes himself out of you - he’s unsure how he managed. His hand grasps your chin as he pants out a pathetic, “I don’t want to cum yet.”

There’s a string of saliva connecting your lips to Yoongi’s cock and it breaks when you slide your tongue over your lips.

“Okay.” you nod at Yoongi. “Maybe next time.”

Yoongi swallows and for a moment closes his eyes. You were a vixen - someone sent by the universe to fuck up his life. And most important, he was willing for you to do so.

“Y-yeah.” Yoongi mentally screams at himself for stuttering. “Next time.” He was known for his cool demeanor, a complete nonchalant person. You were breaking down walls he was certain wouldn’t bulge.

You grin, small and cute, and nod back at him. “Next time you can return the favor, too.” you suggest. “Now I just want to ride you.”

Yoongi shudders. He’s certain now. The universe sent you indeed. It sent you to humble him, telling him that there was someone out there who could break down the walls he placed.

Your bedroom is far while the living room is a few feet away. You lift to your feet, waving at Yoongi to follow you. He does, awkwardly, lifting his pants just so they aren’t dragging across the ground.

You push Yoongi onto your couch, enjoying the sight of the man. “Condom?” you knit your brows.

“Right.” Yoongi mumbles, cheeks tinted red. He goes through his pockets and gets out his wallet. The condom falls out smoothly, a small, square black package.

You watch as Yoongi places the condom onto his cock and soon, you’re hovering above him.

“Crotchless.” you giggle to Yoongi, who appears confused when you don’t remove the lingerie.

Yoongi gulps, nodding his head. You don’t allow him a chance to process, you’re already centering yourself and slowly engulfing him fully.

Yoongi shudders at your warmth, even through the condom, of your pussy. He bites his lip, hands immediately on your hips as you begin to rise and fall. You’re so beautiful, his hands slide up your sides and then cup your breasts. With the lingerie you’re wearing, your breasts are seconds from falling out and he decides to speed up the process.

“I’ve wanted you for so long.” Yoongi muffles himself between your breasts, large hands squeezing them. He kisses them, his tongue poking out to lick a nipple.

“Me, too.” you huff, your nails digging into the shirt of his shoulders. You imagined far too many times what Yoongi’s cock looked like and what it would look like inside of you.

Yoongi begins to thrust with you, his left holding the flesh of your ass. His tongue continues to twirl on your nipple in utter boyish bliss. He ponders while fucking you what you’d feel like raw - he imagines how tight you’d be around him, how wet and even warmer than you are now

“Shit…you’re so tight.” Yoongi kisses up your neck. “All for me.”

There’s a change in Yoongi’s tone of voice, no longer a stutter or a tint of uneasiness. You feel it in the way he begins to thrust harder, no longer allowing you to take control. So this was the Yoongi you knew (now know sexually) - cool, nonchalant and dominant.

With each thrust Yoongi hits a sweet spot and you moan with pleasure. His eyes continue to watch you contort with different emotions at what he’s doing. “You’re moaning like you’re in love, baby.”

You suck in a breath at the pet name. Fuck Yoongi, seriously, because you probably did look that way. But it wasn’t your fault - you don’t get fucked this good often and when you do well…

“You haven’t stopped moaning either.” you retort, somehow managing to find your words. You wrap your arms around his neck to bring him closer to you, your lips close to his ears. “Almost like you’re in love.”

Yoongi feels it - your tongue. It swipes at his ear teasingly and that’s all he needed to flip you onto your back, hitting the couch rapidly. He throws your legs over his shoulders and lifts his shirt a bit so he can continue to fuck into you. The position allows him to go even deeper, hitting that spot so sweet that you’re wailing.

“So wet. Wish I could feel you.” Yoongi says more to himself than you. There’s a creamy wetness wrapped around the condom, your pussy leaking with pleasure.

You begin to pant, eyes snapping shut. You were beginning to think that maybe you were becoming dick drunk, because your next words surprise you just as it does him. “If you can pull out, you can take off the condom. Cum on me, too.”

“Shit, baby, really?” Yoongi halts his thrusts. Did he hear you correctly? “You can’t be that high.” he jokes.

“Fuck you.” you hiss low. “Just take it off and fuck me, Yoongi.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Yoongi does as he’s told, quickly getting up to undress his bottom half. He removes the condom and looks around.

“Just throw it-”

“I’m not throwing it on the ground.” Yoongi raises a brow. “I’m not a caveman.” He was far too respectful and sanitary for that,even if it was just for a moment.

You huff and nod, pointing behind you to the direction of the bathroom.

Yoongi dashes down the hall, discards the condom, and rushes back. He kisses your cheek quickly, centering himself back at your whole.

Yoongi winces, then shudders.

You felt better than he’d imagined - warm, wet and still tight. He’s slow at first, trying to collect himself. Your legs are over his shoulder again, and he reaches inside of you deeper and deeper.

“You look in love.” you joke, mocking him. Yoongi hasn’t looked away from your pussy since he started.

“Maybe I am.” Yoongi’s nails dig into your thighs, his thrusts picking up the pace. The sweet sounds of your moans mixed with the wet sounds of your pussy hit his ears. “You’re clenching around me so tight.” his eyes flicker to you, and he smirks. “Like you want me to cum in you.”

Yoongi pounds inside of you, each thrust aggressively deep. You don’t mean to say it - but Yoongi was playing a dangerous game as if you weren’t already high and horny.

“Maybe I do.”

Yoongi grumbles something inaudible. Indeed you were sent from the universe - he’s read about nymphs and you’re beginning to fit the description.

“You do, huh?” Yoongi opens your legs and marvels at the sight of your pussy, his cock being milked with your essence lovingly. His thumbs place itself onto your clit and he rubs. “You’re just talking. Good weed and dick would do that to you.”

Cocky Yoongi is back and damn was it hot.

You opened your eyes to see Yoongi in the act.

A mistake.

Yoongi’s looks completely feral, eyes dark with lust. His hair sticks to his forehead and his mouth is slightly agape, panting to himself. His eyes are fixed to your pussy and you decided to see just what he saw.

You were cumming now - Yoongi circling your clit just as rough as he was fucking you. His cock fits perfectly inside of you and watching the way he fucks you just sends you completely over the edge.

“There you go, baby.” chuckles Yoongl raspily, witnessing you cum for him. “You look pretty cumming on my cock.”

A few more sloppy thrusts and Yoongi’s certain he’s near. He bites his lip, pulling out of you abruptly. His cum spills on your clit, warm and slippery.

You huff, shaking your head. “You managed to pull out.” you murmur.

Yoongi falls back against the couch to catch your breath. “Almost didn’t.” he admits with a laugh. “You hungry?”

You nod your lazily, the side effects of the weed coming to you.

“I can get us something to eat.” Yoongi offers. “Free of charge. You don’t have to fuck me-”

You kick Yoongi, a rush of hot embarrassment running through you, but all the man does is laugh, gummy smile on full display.

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Little Doe

An alternate world in which Predator Hybrids are the top of the Hybrid hierarchy. It’s Valentine’s Day and you, a Prey Hybrid, decide to help a Predator Hybrid through their heat. @whipwhoops @seokjinkismet @bloodline1632 @darkuni63 @babycandy111

Word Count: 5.161

Warning: smut, hybrid/shifter universe, wolf hoseok, doe/deer reader, heat/rut sex, dirty talk, licking, oral sex, fingering, squirting, unprotected sex, knotting, biting, impregnation/breeding kink,

Valentine’s Day Masterlist | Alternate Universe

“Jung Hoseok.” the man says, arm spread out to offer his hand to you. You take it with a smile, shaking it. His grip is firm, but polite.

“Y/L Y/N.” you introduce yourself before sitting down behind your desk. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Jung-ssi.”

“Hoseok is fine.” the man smiles, flashing you a pair of perfect teeth.

Your body flushes and you nod. “Yes, Hoseok.” you murmur, slightly embarrassed by your sudden change of attitude. “I-I got your paperwork. It appears to me that you are a Predator Shifter…?”

You were what was called a “heat partner”. In a world where Shifters walk freely alongside humans, predator Shifters and prey Shifters such as yourself, it was important for Shifters to have something for themselves. Such as a heat partner when they aren’t “mated” to anyone.

Heat partners are exactly what they are described, perfectly designed to assist a person through their heat - male or female. You had made the business proposal back in college and the business has since grown national - even as the CEO, you participated (only when top dollars were made to be earned).

Such as now, with Jung Hoseok.

The man is charming, you’d admit. Tall with broad shoulders and a sculptured face. Smooth skin with soft eyes and a pair of heart-shaped lips. In order to afford your services, the man was obviously wealthy - having stated in his application that whatever price you listed was what he was willing to pay.

The kicker was - he was a predator Shifter. Your agency does strictly prey. That didn’t mean that you didn’t open another separate business for Predators - you had! You, however, were not running said business.

“Yes, I am.” Hoseok nods his head after your question. “I take suppressants to…mask my scent.”

No wonder, you think; There wasn’t any scent on him and that meant that he was dousing himself with suppressants on the daily. The thought frightened you a bit - just what type of Predator was he?

“As you know, Jung - Hoseok,” you begin. “We typically serve Prey Shifters here. Is there a certain-”

“Excuse me.” Hoseok suddenly interrupts. “I’m well aware of what agency I applied with. You are the person I’m looking for, after all.” Hoseok is direct when he speaks, never faltering and not a stutter in sight.

A predator indeed.

“Y-Yes.” you nod your head. “I’m aware, but-”

“Money is no issue.” Hoseok speaks. He was pleading, his eyes staring right into your own. He swallows. “I…I prefer not to have predator Shifters for my heats.”

You didn’t realize your hands were gripping his paper work in your hand until it began to crinkle beneath your fingers.

“As you know we do not ask our customers certain questions due to confidentiality. However, you being a Predator Shifter, I must.”

Hoseok nods. “You’re asking what Shifter I am?”

You nod hesitantly. “I’m a deer.” you tell him, watching and waiting for his reaction.

Hoseok nods. “I can smell you.” he murmurs, voice low that it causes goosebumps to litter your skin - thank god you wore a long-sleeve shirt. Your head was ringing with alarm bells to get as far away from this man as possible.

“I-I can't smell you.” you try to smile but it appears more as a grimace. “If I may ask…”

Hoseok is hesitant, but he answers nonetheless. “A wolf.”

Hoseok can hear your heart increase by the second, pounding so loudly out your chest that he has to suppress a growl - something he does on instant rather than anything personal.

“You’re frightened.”

Terrified. “N-No-” he stuttered, shaking your head. You were lying to comfort him, but your sudden demeanor change told him everything he needed to know.

“Please.” Hoseok sighs out, utterly desperate. “I cannot handle other wolves or predators. They’re…” his nose curls. “...too dominant for me. They fight me.” he speaks, tone low. “You Prey are soft and sweet. Submissive.”

Now he looks like a creep, Hoseok thinks. Your eyes are wide and you want to run as far away as you can, but you’re a deer caught in headlights - literally.

“I-I-” you’re unsure what to tell Hoseok. You’re frightened, yes, but overall, you wanted to help him. He had come to you specifically - the reason you’re unsure - but he wanted help. It’s an unusual request. Not very many Predators come here and pay for Prey, but it isn’t uncommon for them to hookup outside of their heat cycles.

“I have a set price an hour…”

Hoseok licks his lips with anticipation. “Yes.” he nods hastily. “I would like to pay you more if you’d like.”

“That won’t be-”

“I want you to stay with me the entire week.”

Hoseok hears it again, your heartbeat racing.

“I’m not going to eat you, Y.N.” Hoseok says, his eyes flickering with something different, however. “It’s just…I…I need you there with me all the time.” he doesn’t elaborate further and you’re far too afraid that if he does, you’ll back out of the deal.

“I’ll need to see the place before your heat starts.” you slowly nod your head, placing his paperwork down. “Does tomorrow work for you? It’s for my safety.”

“Of course!” Hoseok nods. “Anything you need.”

You bite the inside of your cheek. “Well, for now we can sign paperwork.” you open a draw to your desk and grasp a black pen to sign your name on said documents. “If you’d like to take it home with you and read through it, you can.”

Hoseok nods his head and takes the documents in his hands. “Thank you.” he grins your way. “I’ll have them signed tomorrow.” he begins to stand, as do you. “Thank you for your time, Y/L-ssi.” he gives you his hand once more and you return the smile shyly.

“Y/N is fine, Hoseok.” you tell him, grabbing his hand to shake once more. You yelp when Hoseok lifts your hand to his lips and kisses it. His lips are soft, his dark eyes flickering up to look at you.

The drive to Hoseok home was a long one - understandably. He, after all, was a wolf shifter and like yourself, preferred to reside in a forestry area. The trees are high into the sky and the scent is natural. The area is quiet as you park your car, eyes roaming the large cabin in front of you. It’s at least four stories built with the finest wood with high ceilings windows. There’s multiple lights shining onto the porch that wraps around the entire cabin.

You can smell them - not Hoseok, but more wolves. The smell is intoxicating, filling your senses and having you stiff in your spot. You swallow, your deer screaming to run away - far, far away from here.

Your eyes widen when the door of the cabin opens suddenly and behind it is a tall man. His eyes are on you in an instant and you’re unable to move or look away.

“You must be…Y/N?” the man says, strolling towards you. His footsteps creek above the wooden stairs as he makes his way towards you. “You’re a doe…” the man sniffs the air, an obvious attempt to smell you.

“You're scaring her.”

Oh no.

Another wolf emerges from behind the door. He’s a little shorter and behind him, yet another one, as tall as the first one. They all surround you, tall and dominant.

“Your heart's beating so fast, little doe. We’re not going to eat you.” the second one laughs heartily. “My name is Jimin. Hobi told us a Prey was coming.”

“I’m Jungkook.” the third one says, circling around you for a better view. “You’re very brave. We don’t get a lot of doe’s around here.”

There’s a growl that has you cowering - as do the other three wolves. You’re now visibly trembling, arms wrapped around you. You knew that the three meant no harm - they appeared younger than you and overall playful. As a deer shifter, you were just naturally terrified of any predator and being on their territory didn’t make it easier for you.

“Go somewhere else.”

That was Hoseok’s voice speaking now and your eyes glance upwards from the ground to see him towering behind the three wolves.

“I am so sorry.” Hoseok’s voice lowers when the three men scurry off, both apologizing and snickering. “They mean no harm. They’re just…playful.” he sighs. If you turned him down now he wouldn’t be upset with you.

“I-It’s okay.” you curse at the stutter in your voice. “D-Do they live here?”

“Somewhat.” Hoseok nods. “This,” he mentions to the large cabin behind him. “is my home. They come and go. They have their own homes on the land we’re on now.”

Hoseok picks up on your unease - it was natural. You were in a wolf's den surrounded by them. As a prey, you were like a shiny new toy to them.

“Please come in.” Hoseok offers you his hand to take. “It’s completely safe. They would not be here when I’m in heat.”

You allow Hoseok to show you inside the large cabin. The scent is heavy of wolves and it causes you to stick besides Hoseok as he was the only familiar person you knew.

“I want to show you something.” Hoseok squeezes your hand encouragingly. “It’s where we’d be staying next week.”

You nod your head.

Hoseok ventures deeper into the cabin. It’s warm and would be inviting if you weren’t a Prey.

“I’ve been using suppressants to mask my scent but here,” Hoseok stops before a wooden door. “is where I can be myself. The scent will be…powerful.”

Powerful indeed. Upon opening the door, you’re hit with a scent so prudent. You’re stunned for a second, eyes widening.

“That’s…your scent?” you whisper out.

Hoseok lightly tugs you inside the room. It’s large and appears to be like a bedroom, a large bed in the middle of the room. Behind it, a large ceiling window showcasing beautiful scenery outside. To the right is a door slightly cracked, you assumed a bathroom. On the far left is a bookcase with a desk.

“This is my den.” Hoseok speaks, releasing your hand but remaining close. “Similar to a nest.”

Hoseok watches the way your eyes scan the room. He senses that his scent is overbearing to you, dominant. For the last few weeks he’s been scenting it to assure that it smelt like him; that he’d be comfortable in the room for his rut.

“I hope it isn’t too much.” Hoseok speaks after five minutes of you calming yourself down.

“No!” you shake your head, turning to him. “I know nesting is important to those in heat or ruts.” you tell him truthfully, having done so yourself.

Hoseok grins at your statement. “Yes.” he nods. “I was wondering…if I could have something of yours. To remain here.” he swallows, adam's apple bobbing as he swallows.

You lick your lips as your body heats.

“If it’s too much-”

“No!” you interrupt. “I-I don’t mind.” you assure. You were here to help Hoseok soon and if this is what he wanted, then so be it. After all, he was a client paying top dollar for your services. “Is my jacket alright?”

Hoseok nods his head with a shrug. “Y-yeah.” his cheeks reddened.

You remove your jacket and hand it to Hoseok, body heated.

“I…” you lick your lips. “...can scent some more things in here. If it would make it better?”

Hoseok’s eyes widen a bit but he nods hastily. “Y-Yeah! You can.” he responds all too quickly. “Would you like something of mine? So you can become accustomed to it?” he offers.

You nod your head as well, encouraging grin on your lips. “Yes, that’ll be nice.”

For the last week you made sure to leave Hoseok’s scent on yours - and it caused stress amongst the other Prey’s at the office. Your assistant was the first to cower, not walking into your office due to fear - she was a rabbit shifter - and instead, called you from her own office opposite of yours. “The scent is that powerful? You recall asking her, surprised. “It’s only his shirt…”

Your own scent was covered in Hoseok’s and by the time it was for you to go to his home - coincidentally starting on Valentine’s Day - your scent was the acute one. However, it calmed you, as crazy as it sounded, because now you were accustomed to Hoseok’s scent. You’re thankful that you were able to ease your way into it instead of being overwhelmed like you were the week prior.

Like promised, you sensed no other wolves shifter in the area and you were thankful for that. Being around Hoseok was enough for you - you’re not sure if you could handle a whole pack of wolves sniffing around you.

Hoseok had sent you a message a few hours earlier telling you that the door was unlocked when you arrived, along with more messages. You’re appreciative that he offered to supply your food, stating that he has already filled his home with various fruits and vegetables to satiate your diet.

You clench your bag in your hand as you enter Hoseok’s home. It’s eerily silent and you wonder just what the man was doing. You don’t dwell, however, and instead make your way down the long, wooden hall to where his den was at.

You open the door to the den and find Hoseok inside. He’s asleep, sweat lining his forehead and he’s shirtless, the comforter only covering the bottom half of his body. You close the door behind you and exhale, placing your bag on the ground and making your way towards Hoseok.

You tilt your head to the side and snort. “You are kinda cute.” you murmur, placing a hand onto his forehead to wipe the sweat away.

It was the early stages of Hoseok’s head and he was only experiencing light chills and normal arousal - as the days led up, he would be utterly needy.

You dip down into the bed beside Hoseok, slowly to not wake him. You lay on your side and close your eyes. You’ll be here when Hoseok wakes up.

You’re unsure when you fell asleep and for how long, but the large window that once shined with natural light now only displays a full moon.

You moan sleepily when the sensation runs through you. Your hips are being gripped, sharp fingernails digging into your skin.

“You smell so good, little doe.”

Goosebumps gather onto your skin at the voice - deep, raspy and full of needy lust. Hoseok was awake, grinding into you from behind. His lips are pressing wet kisses to the skin behind your ear, a low growl mewling from his lips.

“Y-You’re awake.”

“I smelled you from my sleep.” Hoseok’s lips are now on your neck, inhaling your scent. His mouth is salivating. “‘wanna taste you, little doe. You’d let me, right?”

“Yes.” you nod weakly, whimpering.

“So good, little doe. So submissive like how I’d known you’d be.” Hoseok flips you onto your back and cages you beneath him. Your eyes meet the obvious bulge in his shorts. His hands tug at your clothing harshly, tearing the fabric apart without a care in the world.

You don’t respond, only gasp at the action - and it drives Hoseok’s wolf crazy. This is what he needed during a time like this; someone who wasn’t going to put up a fight against him. Someone who was going to submit to him like his wolf wanted; someone like you.

“Such soft, pretty skin.” Hoseok mewls, his tongue poking out and dragging along your bare skin. His tongue is so warm and slimy, but you’re overly aroused. “Scent so amazing and tempting, little doe.”

A strangled moan releases from your lips when Hoseok’s tongue dips down between your breast and slides past your stomach. He pries your legs open and growls, eyes completely dark with lust. He inhales your arousal and doesn’t hesitate to dive right in. His tongue laps between your folds hungrily, nails digging into your soft thighs.

Your back arches, legs widening. This was your first time with a Predator, with someone so dominant. Prey’s weren’t quite vanilla as one thought, sure, but a wolf was different.

“H-Hoseok, please.” your hand tugs at his hair, unable to take anymore pleasure. Your eyes flutter open to look between your legs - a mistake. Hoseok was already looking at you, dark eyes zoning into your own. It causes you to freeze, unable to look away from him. Your arousal leaks over his tongue and his lips and like a man starved, he licks it all up.

“Little doe,” Hoseok growls, a trail of saliva dropping right onto your clit. “so sweet and all for me.”

You don’t get to talk, Hoseok is faster than you. Two, long fingers enter you swiftly - deeply. He pumps with vigor, determined to coat himself completely in your sweet arousal. Your pussy is tight around his fingers, squeezing and squelching for more.

“Does it feel good, little doe?” Hoseok questions rhetorically. You’re a moaning mess who’s coating his fingers with sweet honey, of course it felt good.

But, Hoseok was a wolf. He was dominant and confident - he wanted to hear you say it.

“Y-Ye-”

Hoseom bites your inner thigh, teeth sinking into your skin.

“Y-Yes!” you screech, jerking. Your hands find your naked breast, eyes continuing to flutter with pure pleasure.

Hoseok’s fingers were scraping against your walls, hitting your sweet spot with each pump. His teeth grazes past your skin, lips pressing a firm kiss to your clit. His stamina is immaculate but what did you truly expect from a wolf?

Hoseok likes to watch your face as he pleasures you - his tongue flickering against the swollen bud as his fingers ram so deep inside of you that you’re screeching out in ecstasy. He loves to watch the way your eyebrows would scrunch together and the way you would gasp so loudly. His lips and chin are coated in your essence but he does nothing but savor the sweet, submissive taste that he has desperately longed for all week.

Hoseok’s calloused hand slams against your thigh harshly just as he feels it begin to close in on him. His eyes are furious at the audacity that you’d attempt to stop him from devouring you. He forces you against his tongue, two fingers never ceasing their movement. The noises he made we just as lewd as yours; slurping as if it’s a five course meal; and to him, it is.

“So ready to be full of me.” Hoseok groans against your clit, his eyes zoning in on the way your pussy squeezes his fingers, juices sliding down the palms of his hand and hitting his wrist. “Need to prep you first, little doe, before I take what’s mine.”

You weren’t sure you could handle Hoseok fucking you - you were overstimulated now. Tears brim your eyes with the amount of pleasure, and now with the way he spoke to you with such a sultry voice - you weren’t going to leave here alone, surely.

Talking was a bit difficult, but it was evident Hoseok wanted you to speak to him - to show him just how submissive you were. You nod your head and murmur a soft “please” and it’s all Hoseok needs to truly make you cum. Your thighs shake in his grasp and your moans grow higher and higher. They bounce off of the walls of his den and your body begins to shake rapidly beneath him.

Hoseok encourages you to grind against his tongue, to take him just as much as he was taking you, but as of right now you couldn’t - and that was alright with him. You were going through your own high, your senses clouded in Hoseok; his scent looming over you dominantly and all you could do was lay against the soft bed as you cum the hardest you’ve ever had.

Hoseok wish he could have a picture of you like this - maybe even a painting in his den. Just for his eyes only to witness the beauty that was you, naked and covered in your own arousal and sweat and fully submitted to him. It’s a sight he would forever keep in his thoughts.

You’re panting, slightly trembling with overstimulation.

You bring out something in Hoseok - similar to a hunger that could never be satiated. If he could have you on his tongue for hours, he would. The bulge in his underwear is tight and screaming at him to let it be free.

“Little doe,” you hear Hoseok call you, calloused fingers grasping your jaw to look at him. “even as you lay here trembling, your pussy longs to be filled, doesn’t it? I see you clenching around nothing, wishing it was me.”

You moan faintly, nodding your head. Even if you came as hard as you did, you in fact did want Hoseok to fuck you. The idea frightened your deer - you never had wolf and you’re sure he’s never had deer either. But the thought excites you just as you know it excites him.

You, weakly, sit up, eyes blinking innocently at Hoseok. He watches you, unmoving, as your hands settle at his own hips. “Wanna taste you now.” you murmur at him, lashes blinking upwards at him.

Hoseok growls, a deep rumble coming from his chest that startles you. You watch him with wide eyes and wait for him to speak.

“I want to see your sweet lips around me, little doe.” Hoseok allows your hands to dip beneath his shorts. For a moment you’re stuck when you in fact tough his clothed cock. It twitches when it comes in contact with you, an obvious need to be touched.

You gulp when you actually do see it in front of you. It’s large and veiny, the tip leaking with pre-cum and even if it does appear threatening at it’s large size (larger due to the rut and the need to breed), you’re mouth salivates to suck it.

Hoseok stiffens with your tongue licks up his slit, coating your warm tongue with the precum. Your hand wraps around the base and you waste no time in circling your tongue around the tip.

Such warmth and pleasure drives Hoseok crazy and he doesn’t hide his moans or grunts. He’s unmoving, unblinking as he watches you take him into your mouth, deeper and deeper.

You’re positive that you’d come to regret doing this - but you were full of arousal and lust for the man and needed everything he had to offer. You begin to suck onto his cock as if your life depended on it. The tip hits the back of your throat and your eyes water, but it would be a lie to say that you weren’t aroused.

“Such a slutty doe you are.” Hoseok hisses, the filthy sight of you makes him want more. “So frightened by me but still want to be stuff full.”

Hoseok yanks your hair roughly and instantly, you submit - just how he wanted. He begins to thrust inside of you, taking your mouth as his own. He hits the back of your throat with each thrust, a strangle moan meeting him when he gets there. Your thighs clenched together for friction and your pussy does the same, wishing it was this very cock ramming inside of you.

Hoseok's throat growls once more - so beautiful, he thinks. Tears streaming down your eyes and coating your puffy cheeks as he buries his cock deep in your throat. “When I look at you, I can see a sweet little doe in those eyes…” Hoseok was going to cum, never truly meaning to last long. But during his rut, he could cum so many times and still be hard within seconds, so did it truly matter? “...but then I look deeper into these eyes, and I see that devilious side to you.”

You moan, vibrating against his shaft. Hoseok thrusts deeper and deeper until you feel the salty substance reach your tongue. It’s warm and overpowering, but you’re forced to take it all - and never once do you complain or protest.

Hoseok yanks you off of his cock with a pop, saliva and cum dripping down the sides of your lips. Hoseok forces his own lips - so soft, you think - against yours in a needy, dominant kiss.

“Your pussy is calling for me, little doe. Begging to be stuffed with my knot.”

“P-Please…” you murmur weakly, full of need.

Hoseok snarls and within seconds, he flips you onto your front. He forces your legs apart and once more, snarls at just the visual in front of him; a wolf’s dream.

You yelp when you feel a harsh slap onto your ass, stinging. One hand slams against your back to remain firmly against the bed while the other digs its nails onto your waist.

“Gonna fuck you full of my pups, little doe. Breed you just nice.” Hoseok grumbles, speaking more to himself, but you hear every word and damn did it sound nice.

Hoseok centers himself at your entrance, a grunt releasing from his throat. He rubs the tip between your sweet folds and then sighs shakily at how heavenly you feel.

“My sweet little doe…such a slutty body you have.” Hoseok begins to enter you, your walls completely heavenly; so tight, wet and serene.

Hoseok gasps fully when he’s inside of you completely. You do the same, a small sense of discomfort at the size of Hoseok, but you felt amazingly stuff as you had been wanting to.

Hoseok isn’t able to control himself and you’re glad that you prepared for such. He begins to pound into you with such need; deep and fast. His abdomen slams against your ass as he tries to go deeper with each thrust.

You cry out in pleasure and discomfort - it was going to take getting used to getting fucked by someone as dominant as him. But even your moans were that of pure desire, legs widening a bit more just to have in you deeper.

Your pussy is pulsating, Hoseok notes, and it drips all over his bed. He doesn’t stop his assault, unable to. Your moans give him the fuel to continue on, such sweet and submissive moans and wolf needs to hear when claiming what was theirs.

By the time Hoseok was done with you, you were going to be bruised with finger and hand marks. Hoseok grips onto your skin so tightly, but there’s no complaints your way. “Such a sweet pussy taking a wolf so well. A prey could never satisfy you like this, little doe.”

Hoseok wants to hear you say it. A hand claws at your throat and he pushes you back against his bare chest. Your breast bounces in the rhythm of his powerful thrusts. “Say it, little doe. After I’m done here with you, your pussy would only ever want a predator.”

Your hands find his thigh, muscle flexing when you do. It’s a small sign of resistance and that’s something Hoseok didn’t like.

“Stop trying to run, doe. I already got my hands on you, you aren’t going anywhere.”

You came at the words, so hard that you began to shake. Your arousal leaks down your thighs, but Hoseok was nowhere near done with you. He now has the desire to see your face as he fucks you and turns you around fully before him like a ragdoll. Both hands snake beneath your thighs as he enters you, thrusting just as powerful as before.

Your face contorts with pleasure, eyes widening just to snap shut and moans pooling out your sweet lips.

“Pretty little thing,” Hoseok presses open mouth kisses against your face. His bed rocks and shakes vigorously, hitting against the tall window. “all mine to breed. You’d want that, wouldn’t you? To be bred by a wolf.” Hoseok spits, teeth clasping down at delicate skin.

“Y-Yes!” you cry, arms wrapping around his shoulders to bring him close. Your lips find his, both tongues devouring the other. You’ve dealt with many ruts and heats, but this one was far more intimate. Hoseok was a talkative person and it was difficult to not submit to the man.

Hoseok snarls. “Gonna give you all my pups, little doe. Get you nice and round just for me and me only.”

There was something about being predators and their need to breed that now has you wishing he’d do just that. It was the sex speaking to you - and his rut speaking to him - but all you could think about was being so full of his cum that breeding a few of his pups didn’t scare you.

Jung Hoseok was a dangerous man.

“Want your knot.” you screech, your fingernails clawing at his back for him to give you what you wanted. “Want your pups.”

Hoseok was going crazy - his wolf was screaming at him to take you fully, bite that spot on your neck and take you as his; then you’d truly would be having his pups like your fucked out self wanted. But his sane part manages to hold himself back from his wolf claiming you.

“Gonna cum in you.” Hoseok grumbles, pushing you back against the bed and fucking right into you. His cock is so enlarged due to his rut and the knot in his system. A small bulge is seen in your stomach with each thrust and Hoseok had one goal in mind.

You’re unable to speak as Hoseok presses your knees to your shoulders and pounds sloppily in you. His eyes are watching you, unmoving and not blinking. There’s a growl that reaches your ears when Hoseok comes closer. He’s dangerously close to your neck, teeth blaring. Your heart skips a beat, frightened with the sounds his wolf is making and your deer wants to run for its life from the predator.

“Gonna make you mine, little doe.” Hoseok’s voice is deeper than before, his breath tickling your skin. “Only mine to fuck pups into.”

You’re far too consumed in cumming for a third time that you don’t notice the meaning of his words until his teeth are biting the soft, delicate skin of your neck. You scream out in pain, pussy clenching around his cock just as he’s cumming. His cock swells inside of you, his knot pooling deep inside to do what it’s intending on doing.

You remain completely still and silent, your high and submissive nature not allowing you to protest, even if the pressure was becoming unbearable. Hoseok holds you close, his throat growling lowly, tongue twirling on the mark he has left freshly on your skin. When his high dies down, he’s positive he’s going to be in a world of trouble for marking you as his own - and the pain his wolf is going to feel if you reject him.

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ONE DAY ↳book > screen

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“Tiffany is very, very sexy. In fact, the first time I was looking at her...and I was, like, turning her over, she had a big hole in the crotch of her fishnet stockings. And I said wow...this is, you know, real good attention to detail!”

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Box Of Chocolates | Red Ribbons

↳ Hoseok x f.Reader ⤜ Exes/Lovers ⤜ Rating: MA 🔞 ⤜ WC: 7,282 ⚠️ It’s essentially one giant sex game with chocolate. Established safeword and consent conversation. Restraints, dom/sub, flogging/spanking, sex toys, fingering, blowjob, blindfold/sensory deprivation, dirty talk, sex

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As awkward as some might expect the next few days to be, they're not. You don't exactly go back to your old routine either, though. After the passionate foray with Hoseok in your living room, you're not sure what you were expecting. The rest of that day was spent talking about 'us'. You cried, he cried, you both laughed, and there were even a few more terse words thrown at one another. Ultimately, in the end, you hugged him as he was leaving your apartment and promised to unblock his number.

That night was spent texting. It started out innocent enough, just cordial conversation. Though, it eventually moved to talking more about 'us'. There were times when you wanted to block his number again and just forget the last 24 hours. There were also times when you wanted to run across the hall and beat down his door so you could spend another hour getting railed. Mixed emotions would be a grievous understatement.

In the last week and a half, there have been a handful of nights where you had, indeed, gotten railed. Whether it was the intention or the byproduct of what started out as an innocent enough night wanting to watch a movie together. A few days have been awkward, passing one another on the stairs or even the one time you caught a glimpse of him on campus.

Apparently, he's going to be spending his break from grad school working in the art department on campus. It's your senior year, or rather you'd be graduating with the rest of the seniors if you hadn't dropped to being a part-time student a year ago. Part of you is bitter, but also, a small part of you keeps screaming 'everything happens for a reason'. It's that small part of you that you let guide your actions with Hoseok now.

You don't want to think too hard about anything, letting whatever happens happen. He seems to be fine with this as well, giving you the attention he knows you crave and need but also keeping some distance so he doesn't smother your existing life, the one you continued on with after him. It's not much of a life, honestly, but you're too cowardly to admit that to him. You don't want him to feel any worse than he already does.

That is one thing that's been consistent over the last week and a half, his apologies. Or rather, his actions in trying to prove to you that he is, in fact, deeply sorry for what he did, and he's willing to do anything to make it up to you. He's already taken a break from school, moved 3,000 miles, and is still willing to do whatever else it takes. This feeds into your own guilt. You confessed the last year's worth of your increased body count. At first, you could tell Hoseok was hurt by that information, but he eventually tried to add that to his own pile of faults. He's the one that broke up with you, you were only acting as any single person would. So, to him, you're blameless in that. When you asked if he had found any solace in that department over the last year, he had simply shrugged and said something like 'not like that, but I'm not completely innocent, either.' You didn't want to pry any further than that, realizing you don't really want to know.

The day that would mark the exact year in which he broke up with you comes and goes, you barely register it. It was a day you had been dreading. Even after Hoseok showed up and put things on their heads. You were expecting that day to sting a little, burn somewhere deep in your soul. But, it was just another day. Hoseok brought you dinner, you watched a movie together, and then you kissed him goodbye as he went back across the hall.

You're not sure you would call what you and Hoseok now have a relationship. You haven't even tried to bring it up, content to just let it be whatever it is. He seems to be okay with that as well. The way he treats you and acts is good enough for him, he's never been one for labels anyway. It's going to take more time for all the wounds to heal, for all the aches and pains to become a thing of the past. You're both okay with that.

❤️ ❤️ ❤️

Valentine's Day sneaks up on you. It's a Monday which means you don't have class. You're lounging in bed, scrolling through a list of books you've been wanting to check out, when you hear a soft knock at your door. Pulling a blanket around your shoulders, you tiptoe to the door. You're not expecting any packages, no maintenance calls, or anything else. Hoseok said he had to work this morning so it shouldn't be him, either. Glancing through the peephole in the door, you don't see anyone standing there. The faintest block of black sits right against your door, barely seen through the eyepiece. You flip the lock and open the door an inch to peek outside. Sitting on your welcome mat is a matte black box adorned with red ribbons and a bow.

Your knees feel like jelly. A sudden and overwhelming sense of déjà vu settles into your mind. You never thought you'd see a box like this again, at least not any time soon. It can only signify one thing, it's February 14th and Hoseok wants to play. The seemingly innocuous box of chocolates was a traditional part of your relationship. Something reserved only for this day. Far better than any oversized stuffed bear or cheap box of candy hearts, even better than any bouquet of flowers or expensive jewelry. This box of chocolates is sin wrapped in ribbon.

You scoop the box up and slam the door. The blanket drops from your shoulders as you hold the box up in front of you and rub your fingers over the smooth, matte surface. There is a small slip of paper tucked under the bow. You pull it free and turn it over.

Good morning, beautiful girl. Care for a trip down memory lane? I'm ready to play if you are. Be RED-y by 7 Just send me a ❤️ if you're interested. No pressure. XOXO, H.

Reading the small note a few more times, you can't help the smile that tugs at the corners of your lips. Hoseok wants to play, and he wants you in red. A shiver slides down your spine, and a subtle ache settles between your thighs. It's only just after 10 AM, how are you supposed to spend the next 9 hours waiting? You snag the blanket off the floor and skip back to your room, the box tucked under your arm.

You set the box gently down on your dresser. Hoseok has never explained how he got these boxes, they always just kind of show up. The not knowing has become part of the thrill. Besides, the how isn't exactly the important part, what matters most is what's beneath the lid. You wonder if they're plain, filled, or flavored. It always was different each time before. Before your curiosity can get the best of you, you tear your eyes from the box. You'll find out exactly what is inside later.

A single text message is all it takes to seal your fate. A seemingly harmless red heart emoji. As soon as it's sent your heart begins to beat a little harder. When you see the 'read' status appear at the bottom of the message bubble you lock your phone and toss it on your bed, unable to wait to see if he replies. You know he won't, preferring to let you simmer all day instead.

The first thing on your to-do list now is a shower. A good long, thorough shower. An hour of pampering will do, to not only pass the time but serve as a good prelude for what's to come. You get lost in exfoliating, moisturizing, and the glam of getting ready. Less has always been best when it comes to Hoseok. Nothing over the top, not too flashy. A simple black silk cocktail dress, accented with rubies at your ears and around your throat. Dainty pieces of jewelry that Hoseok will remove with nimble fingers before- ahem. You focus on the final touches. The small tube of lipstick feels good between your fingers. A color you'd never choose to wear on a regular basis. No, this color, Dior 999, is held in reserve for special occasions.

Nights like this with Hoseok are sensually artistic. There are only two rules: no maiming and always communicating. Of course, you both have talked extensively about what you do and don't like. That's not to say you're never open to trying something. After all, how will you know if you like something or not if you're not willing to try it at least once, within reason? You filter through the endless possibilities awaiting you tonight while you pass the time.

7 PM comes with a knock on your door. In contrast to the knock this morning, you know exactly what this knock is bringing you. Hoseok is resplendent in a black fitted suit, white dress shirt with top buttons open revealing a thin white undershirt beneath, and a pair of sleek black boots. His hair is coiffed perfectly, swept back to reveal his forehead. He is a walking contradiction. How can one man look so fucking sinful while being the sweetest human being in existence?

"Hey, beautiful," he smiles a bit cheekily, not even caring to hide the way his eyes roam your body in appreciation. His eyes finally settle on your lips and you see a darkness bubble within their depths. He loves you in red.

Your breath catches with the amount of sensuality rolling off of him. "Hi."

Even the way he walks into your apartment screams sex. The roll of his heels and the sinuous way his hips sway makes your breathing a little uneven, like just being in the same room with him saps your oxygen. He toes off his shoes and shuts the door. You stand there, clutching your hands into fists over and over, trying to control your bodily reactions.

"Nervous?" He catches your hands in both of his and eases them open, slipping his fingers between yours. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to."

"No!" You didn't mean to shout. You both melt into laughs, yours is a nervous titter, and his is a sultry husk. "I mean, no, I do want this," you state a bit more calmly.

"Where's the box?"

"M-my room." You silently damn the butterflies suddenly bursting in your stomach. It's like the first Valentine's with the box all over again. A thrilling, new adventure.

He nods, using his hands in yours to pull you closer to him. Part of you wants to kiss him, but you know it's not time yet. Kissing will come later. The red lipstick needs to be preserved for as long as possible, for both his and your sake. It's a process, making art.

"What's your safe word?" he asks, pressing his forehead against yours.

"Caramel," you whisper through trembling lips.

His tongue darts out and slides along the curl of your bottom lip, just along the line of your lipstick. "Good girl." The praise goes straight south, and you have to suppress a moan.

"What's your safe word?" It's your turn to ask. It's very important to have this conversation before things begin. There is no room for a gray area when it comes to the box of chocolates.

"Crème," he smiles, pressing his lips to your forehead in a quick kiss. "Are you ready to play, beautiful girl?"

"Yes, please, sir." Permission, consent, communication. It's how relationships thrive. Relationships? You let that tendril of thought slip through your fingers as Hoseok begins to lead you to your bedroom. You'll think about relationships later.

Few words are needed at this point. Right now, it's all about choices and setting the scene. In your free time earlier you did as much as you could to prepare the bedroom. Water bottles on the bedside table, the box of 'items' from under your bed that you never thought you'd use again set off to the side, furniture bare of clutter, bed stripped down to just the sheet, the familiar motions of prep had soothed your nerves.

The layout of your room makes it the perfect setting for what's to come. You set one of your dining room chairs in the middle of the room, facing the bed. The box of 'items' beside it. It's a perfectly plain chair with a wooden frame and a thick cushioned seat. The back is poled slats, easy to wind rope or ribbon through, an important factor. It's sturdy, another important factor.

"You did good, baby." Another thread of praise as he takes in the preparation work you put in. "It's perfect." It's hard not to preen under those words. You are ever the sucker for doing a job well done. "Have a seat." He lets his fingers slip from yours.

You settle into the chair, resting your hands on your thighs. The cocktail dress is short, even shorter when you're sitting, just barely covering the tops of your thighs. Your skin feels warm beneath your palms. He moves over to your dresser, you watch him as he stands there staring at the box, running his fingers along the band of ribbon that spans the front.

"I didn't open it." You're not sure why you feel the need to assure him you didn't peek. Perhaps it's your inner consciousness seeking a little more praise.

He never fails to read you like an open book in these things. "Good girl," he chuckles, knowing what you're wanting. Hoseok slides his fingers along the box one last time before picking it up. "Tonight is going to be a little different, I hope you don't mind."

"Different?" You fidget with the hem of your dress. You don't really like change.

He turns and smiles coyly. "Don't worry, it's not bad." It only takes him a few short strides to cross the room to you, he stops between you and the bed. It's with smooth grace that he settles onto the foot of the bed, coming knee to knee with you. "I know we usually each pick four chocolates. Tonight, though, I want you to choose all eight."

It drives him a little crazy the way your perfectly lipsticked lips part in surprise. Oh, the things he wants and will do to that mouth. "What about you?"

"Trust me, beautiful girl, I'll get plenty from this. The secrets inside the box are a little different, too, plenty of fun for both of us, but I want the choice to be yours," he explains. "Are you okay with that?" You nod, a small smile playing on your lips. He's giving up a little bit of the control to you, you like that. "Are you ready?" Another nod. Let the games begin. He lifts the lid, revealing the sin within.

So, the box of chocolates is a game of sorts. Inside are twenty, very plain, very innocuous milk chocolates. They all look the same, smell the same, taste the same. They are simply a means to an end. The real prize is what's under the chocolate. Under each piece, there is a carefully placed slip of parchment. Each chocolate is paired with an item, action, or position. Think sex dice but with chocolate or an advent calendar without any dates. It's a private, personal affair that Hoseok started on your first Valentine's together and has been doing every year since. It's beyond intimate, even beyond sexual aspects. It's a way to reconnect, learn, and grow. It's the perfect way to spend tonight.

Four rows of five chocolates each. You look at them with a little awe. Tiny little things with such a big role to play. "Eight, you said?"

"Yes. Choose wisely." The sly smile on his face sends a shiver down your spine. You reach out and tap one of the chocolates lightly. Second row, third chocolate. Hoseok rests the box on his thighs and plucks the selected chocolate from its place. He carefully places the box on the bed, far enough away that if he shifts his weight it won't disturb the box. His delicate fingers proffer up the chocolate, holding it just half an inch from your lips. "Open," he commands. Your lips part, and he slips the chocolate inside.

It's practically flavorless. Not because it, itself, has no flavor, but simply because your mind doesn't register the rich milk chocolate on your tongue. Your focus is on the small leaf of parchment he pulls out next. He doesn't look at it, it's not his paper to read. Hoseok holds out the paper. Your fingers brush his as you take it and bring it up to read.

Oral.

There is no indication whether it's giving or receiving, just the act itself. Dealer’s choice it seems. "Oral," you state softly.

"Your choice, baby," he encourages, brushing his index finger along your jawline.

You know exactly the choice you're going to make. It's something you've been thinking about since you put on your Dior 999 lipstick earlier today. The entire reason for the creamy rouge covering your lips, the reason you haven't kissed him yet. As much as Hoseok likes you in red, you like it even more when you get to paint him red. There is just something sinful about seeing his body littered with lipstick prints. It's the perfect combination, his skin a creamy gold gesso and your lipstick the carmine gouache. A masterpiece in the end that would make most people blush redder than the result.

"May I please suck your cock, sir?" You know to stick to your manners. Whereas you melt under praise, Hoseok boils for submission. You don't mind.

"I would enjoy that, baby."

You grab his hand, pulling him up as you stand. You're not exactly gentle with the way you snatch at his pants, his hips jerking from side to side as you pull and shove the fabric. Finally, they puddle around his ankles. He absently kicks them to the side. The front of his boxer briefs is already straining against his erection. He's so pretty like this. You're tempted to touch, rub, but you refrain. The choice was made, you have a card to follow.

His suit jacket and white dress shirt follow the pants, leaving him in his black underwear and white undershirt. Your nails catch his skin as you slowly slip them into the waist of his boxer briefs making him suck in a sharp breath. "Going to make you feel so good, sir," you murmur as you shove them the rest of the way down. They, too, join the other articles on the floor. He settles easily into the chair and you're swift to drop to your knees.

Hoseok's erection stands tall before you, angled back and resting against his stomach. His hips are notched forward in the chair, shoulders resting against the wooden slats of the back, hands resting lightly on the tops of his thighs. You watch him flex, erection bobbing against his clothed stomach. Avoiding direct contact with the throbbing masterpiece, you pluck at the bottom of his undershirt. You don't want to remove it, just slide it up his stomach to wear it sits just below his ribs. It's a tight shirt, making it stay in place just as you want it. You glance up briefly, meeting his hooded gaze. He's a barely contained beast, his chest rising and falling with anticipation. The rise and fall catch your attention, his nipples are hard and visible through the thin fabric. You have to clear your throat slightly to bring your attention back to what you're supposed to be doing.

"You look so good in red, baby." His assessment is whispered, half coherent.

You begin by placing a none-to-gentle kiss at the base of his abdominal v-line. The first mark of many. Sparing just a moment to admire the beautiful red lip print, you press several more kisses around. By the time you pull back, there is only one bit of flesh before you without a smear of red on it. His breathing is labored, sweet music to your ears. You finally touch him where you know he needs it most. The sharp inhale he makes as you wrap your fingers around him sends tingles down between your legs.

With a slow and deliberate lick of your tongue, you collect the bead of precum that's collected on the blushing head of his cock. "Tastes good, sir," you purr in satisfaction. You catch the way his fingers dig into his thighs out of the corner of your eye. It's taking everything he has not to fist a hand into your hair and take control.

"So good," he chooses to praise instead of overthrow.

You wrap your lips around him, finally making the mark you’ve longed for. Just the faintest hue of red. You save this for last, as much as you love seeing his cock covered in red lipstick, it's not exactly something you want to taste in excess. He's silk against your tongue, velvety smooth and warm. Hoseok lets out a guttural groan as he disappears into the wetness of your mouth. Just enough teeth to tease, a thing you've spent years, with his help, perfecting.

You follow your mouth with your hand, ensuring there is always a tight presence engulfing him. The card didn't indicate a time limit, nor how it would, should, or could end. You're in charge. You could take this all the way or simply stop now. There are still seven other chocolates calling your name. It's with that thought that you give a few more bobs of your head before pulling back completely, messily letting saliva and precum string from your lips to his length, lipstick good and smeared.

"Next, please, sir."

There is sweat on his brow, red marks left on his thighs from where he was gripping them so tightly. His bottom lip looks like he's been chewing at it, puffy and pink. "Go ahead, baby." He nods to the box on the bed.

You turn slightly and pull the box to you. Holding it balanced on one palm, you choose another chocolate. First row, fifth chocolate. He doesn't move to take the chocolate, it's your turn. You pluck out the candy and paper, setting the box back off to the side. Just as he did to you earlier, you hold the chocolate up to his lips. He takes it, deliberating making his lips touch your fingers. The paper feels thick, you rub your fingers over the edge as you read it.

Ribbons.

Your teeth catch your bottom lip as you try to suppress a smile. "Will you please tie me up using ribbons, sir?"

"I would love to, baby." This is where the box of 'items' comes into play. He stands, careful to not knock you over, and extends his hand down to you. "Let's get you ready."

His hands are familiar in the way they glide along your shoulders, pushing down the straps of your dress. You can feel the heat from his hand as he eases the zipper down your back. As he pushes open the back of your dress, he runs a knuckle gently along the line of your spine. You chose to wear a thin scrap of fabric that barely functions as underwear, completely ruined at this point. He slips it over your hips, letting it drop down around your ankles. The sensation of cool air along your heated skin makes you hum in delight.

Before he can step over to the box, you pull him in close, not wanting another moment to pass without doing what you wanted to do the moment he walked in the door. Smeared and faded lipstick forgotten, you hungrily press your lips to his. You swallow his moan, licking deep into his mouth. You're both breathless by the time you relinquish your hold on him. He gives you an approving smile, coy with the promise of more.

The chair is just comfortable enough that sitting on it naked doesn't bother you. Hoseok pulls long strips of red ribbon from the box, smoothing them between his fingers. He's skilled when it comes to wrapping them just right, tight enough that you're held but not to the point where you couldn't get out of them if you needed to. You used to think it was weird to enjoy being rendered helpless, but Hoseok changed how you see that. You're not helpless, you're simply letting someone else be in control. He says it's a different form of power play.

The silk is cool against your skin, the occasional graze of Hoseok's long fingers leaves tingles in their wake. He winds the ribbons around your elbows, pulling them back against the slats of the chair. Your legs he pulls wide, securing your ankles to the back legs of the chair. With your legs spread like this you know he can see everything, see the mess you're already making on the chair. You don't miss the way his eyes devour your body, so much hunger in those dark eyes. You test the binds, tightening muscles and tugging slightly. "They feel good, sir."

"What chocolate would you like next, baby?"

You look at the box sitting on the bed and lick your lips. "Fourth row, second chocolate, please, sir."

The moment you bite into the chocolate you realize it's not the same as the rest. Your teeth break the outer shell and a strawberry jelly filling gushes into your mouth. Hoseok chuckles at your surprise. "Looks like you found the golden ticket. It's a wild card. Anything you want, however you want, whenever you want. You can cash it in at any time tonight, just have to say 'golden ticket'." Before you can respond his mouth is on yours, tasting you and the strawberry-filled chocolate alike. "Pick another, baby," he rasps, finally pulling away.

You take a few large gulps of air, blinking several times. Glancing at the box you absently slide your tongue over your lips, savoring the exotic flavors left behind. "First row, first chocolate, please, sir."

He pulls out the chocolate and the paper. Popping the chocolate in his mouth, you're almost disappointed when his doesn't contain some special filling. You wonder if there are any other wild cards in the box. He holds the paper out to you, letting you read it.

Pink vibrator.

"What can I do for you, baby?"

You swallow hard, eyes flicking between him and the box of items on the floor. When you finally look back at him he's grinning like a cat that got the cream. He loves toying with you, literally. "Please, sir, may we...er-," a thought bubbles up, something unexpected, "sir, I would like for you to use the pink vibrator on yourself."

Hoseok is good, but even he's caught off guard by your request. You've never turned the tables on him like this. "Are you sure, baby?"

Time to turn the dial up just a bit. "Yes, please, sir. I'd like to watch. I don't want you to cum, just tease yourself until I say stop."

You can almost see the wheels turning in his mind, trying to figure out how suddenly you became the one driving. He did say this night was about you, your choices and that you could have this control. Silly of him for not realizing the extent of the power you now have.

"How would you like me?"

"On the bed, close." He eyes you for a moment with a raised brow. "Sir," you add with a flushed smile. You've been trying to ignore the ache between your thighs and you honestly probably should have asked him to use the toy on you because you desperately want to get off, but the thrill of turning this around and watching him is too good of an opportunity.

Hoseok retrieves a small bullet vibrator from the box. It's maybe a finger-length long, bright pink, and has three settings. A simple device that can do big things. There is a fire in his eyes as he settles on the end of the bed again, the pink vibrator beside him. He leans forward, to within just inches of your face. You think maybe he's about to say 'just kidding' and start using the toy on you but the sudden jerk of the chair makes you gasp and clench against the red ribbon binds. Your knees are now between his, pressed firmly into the end of the mattress. "Is this close enough, baby?"

If only you could lean forward just a bit more, you could probably lick his half-hard cock where it rests on his lower stomach as he lounges back. In one quick motion, he pulls off the thin undershirt. The golden expanse of skin now displayed before you has you pulling tightly on the ribbon securing your ankles, desperate to rub your thighs together to get a little relief. This was a bad idea, it might just be more torturous for you than for him.

"Yes, sir," you pant, eyes roving his naked body.

"You think you're sly, giving this one to me," his voice is laced with a gruffness that has saliva pooling in your mouth. The pink vibrator hums to life in his hand. "Wouldn't you rather have this pressed against you?" With the lightest pressure, he runs the toy along the underside of his cock, bringing it to full attention in one stroke. He clicks the button, changing the setting to a more staccato pulsing. "This would feel so good on your clit, baby. Fuck," he curses as he traces around the crown of his head. "I'd use it on you real slow, make you beg. I like when you beg," he mutters, letting his head drop back. One hand is braced back on the bed, the other busy between his legs. You stare, fixed on the slow up and down motion of the vibrator along his throbbing length. Hoseok is good, too good.

Thin strands of precum stick to the vibrator as he lightly taps the toy against his tip. He lets out a full moan, one that echoes through your body. "Okay, okay, okay. Sir! Stop, please." You're not sure you can take it anymore. You ache, clenching around nothing.

Just like that, the vibrator stops and he sets it to the side. His composure is something you envy. There is sweat collecting on his brow and his pupils are blown wide, but he doesn't beg or plead to continue, he just obeys.

"Thank you for that, baby." He leans forward and presses a fleeting kiss to your lips. If it wasn't for the ribbons you would have followed him back to the bed and right onto his flaming erection. It's probably a good thing the second chocolate was ribbons, your self-control is a little out of practice. "Which chocolate would you like next?" He holds out the box.

"Third row, fourth chocolate, sir."

He offers the chocolate. You chew without tasting again, only noting the lack of a filling. "Just a few more to go, baby," he comments, setting the box back off to the side. The paper makes you smile.

Hands/Fingers.

"Touch me, sir," you catch yourself, knowing you need to be specific, and add, "will you please use your fingers on me until I cum?"

"You're figuring it out, good girl." He gives you a once-over of appreciation. You could melt.

Hoseok pushes the chair back just enough so he can kneel between it and the end of the bed. "Oh, fuck, Hos-sir!" You yelp and thrash against the binds as he wastes no time slipping a finger inside. The electrical tingles from finally being touched have you trembling. He's thorough, working a second finger alongside his first in just a few seconds. You've soaked the cushion beneath you, his fingers making squelching noises as he maintains a steady pace of in and out. He adds a subtle 'come hither' curl to his fingers and you think you might explode. You just need one more little piece of the puzzle, which he is swift in fitting into place. Hoseok lightly strokes the pad of his thumb over your clit and you see stars.

You cry out, straining so hard that the ribbons dig into your arms and ankles. "That's it, baby, just like that." Hoseok brushes your hair back from your face, watching you come completely undone. "You're so good," he whispers, picking back up on the light stroking of his thumb. Your stomach muscles tense hard and your toes curl into the carpet. You whine, sucking in harsh breaths to counter the light-headed rush that pulses along with your walls.

The next orgasm isn't nearly as violent, a complimentary wave of ecstasy to the typhoon from before. He works you through it, coaxing out every last wave your body is willing to give him. As he starts to lead you into a third you shake your head. "Need a break. Sir. Next chocolate."

"Mmm, of course, baby." His fingers ease out of you slowly. You're slumped forward, trying to catch your breath but you don't miss the audible slurping sound as he cleans his fingers off before grabbing the box. "What's your next choice?"

"Third row, first chocolate. Sir."

Another non-surprise chocolate goes into his mouth. Hoseok shows you the paper and your breath catches, heart beating a little faster despite having just worked to settle it.

Blindfold.

There is just something about having senses taken away that puts you on edge. It's one of those things you have never really been able to decide whether you truly like or not. Part of you loves the adrenaline rush of the unexpected, but another part feels a tiny sliver of anxiety. It's one thing to let someone tie you up, giving you that sense of helplessness, but losing one of your five senses just adds a new level of unknown.

"I'll take care of you, baby, you don't have to worry." Hoseok leans forward and presses a kiss into your hair. "But if you don't want this one, we don't have to do it, it's okay."

But, you do want to and you tell him as much. "I'd like to try it, sir. Will you please blindfold me?"

"Of course, baby," he smiles, reassuringly before stepping over to the box of items again. He pulls out a black sleep mask and gives the strap an experimental stretch. "If it becomes too much let me know, okay?" You nod that you will. Hoseok is gentle as he slips it into place over your eyes, positioning the strap so it doesn't pull your hair if it slides. "Good?" You nod again. "Okay, baby, next chocolate."

You try to envision the box, remembering which chocolates are still left. "First row, third chocolate, sir." You obviously can't read the paper yourself. "What does it say, sir?" you ask, licking your lips. The weight of the small chocolate is pressed to your lips, you open and chew with barely contained anticipation.

"Spanking." He chuckles when you inhale audibly. "Would you like to stay tied up, baby, or do we move you to the bed?"

Another choice. You know if you stay tied up he'll have to get creative with the spanking. The fact spanking doesn't necessarily have to involve your ass is a lesson Hoseok taught you many years ago. There are a few items in the box he's used on you during those lessons. Items you became intimately familiar with and grew to love. You know if you play your cards right, you can end up getting it both ways. But for now...

"I would like to stay tied up a little longer, sir."

"Naughty girl, staying tied up. You know what that means?" His response startles you. Not for what he says, but more for the fact that his voice doesn't come from where you thought he was. You turn your head to the side, seeking him. There are faint thumping noises. The box of items, you realize. Hoseok must be browsing through what's inside, choosing from his arsenal carefully.

You cock your head to the side as if that would help you hear better. There are so many small swishing, thumping, and clicking sounds that you're having a hard time deciphering what they might be. A fluffy caress over your left nipples makes you press back into the chair. "Oh. Yes, sir." The words escape you with a sigh. The feather tickler was not on your mental list of items he might be gathering from the box. You're thrilled all the more for that.

He flicks your other nipple with the feathered end then follows it up with three quick swats across your thighs that have you sucking in a sharp breath between your teeth. You pull against the ribbons holding your elbows, trying to roll your shoulders and get rid of some of the tension built there. "How are you doing, baby?" His warm breath fans against your ear. Again his voice isn't where you were expecting. It's a little disorienting, trying to focus on where he might be while anticipating where the feather tickler might land next.

"A few more, sir," you mumble the words, willing your breathing to even out just for it to get caught in your throat as he gives your left breast a firm tap with the toy. Even with a feathered end, you can still feel the subtle burn spring up along your skin. There is a rhythm to the way he lays the tickler across your body, never hitting the same place twice in a row. Giving you plenty of time to recover between each until you're a trembling mess. Again, straining so hard against the ribbons they're going to leave imprints in your skin. "Uh-hhh," you choke on a protest as he rains a few more taps along your thighs, each getting closer and closer to your apex. "Sir!" you cry out. "P-please, next chocolate."

The dull ache that was between your legs after your orgasms earlier is now flaring, hot and throbbing. You either need a small break or you need to cum. "Of course, baby. Let me just..." He's gentle, smoothing his fingers over the speckles of red skin left behind from his ministrations. His lips follow his fingers, kissing the spots tenderly. "Water?" he asks, a murmur against your right breast.

"Yes, please." You smack your lips together, realizing how thick the inside of your mouth feels.

You can hear his soft footfalls as he steps over to the bedside table where you have the bottles of water. "Be thinking about which chocolate you want as the last, baby."

Has it been seven chocolates already? You wonder just how much time has passed. A small thread of uncertainty worms its way into your belly. Will he just leave after you're done? You still have the wild card, the golden ticket, but is that only for sexual acts? Could you use the gold ticket for something else? He did say you could have anything. Perhaps- your mental tirade is cut off as you feel his presence back in front of you.

He kneels down and tilts your chin up. You feel the mouth of the water bottle press against your bottom lip and drink down a few swallows, hoping they can help quell the uneasiness growing in your belly. "Thank you, sir," you whisper as he pulls the bottle away.

"You're welcome. Have you thought about which chocolate you want now, baby?" The mental map you have of the box doesn't make sense anymore, you're not sure which chocolates are left. The only thing you can think about is finding a chocolate that makes him stay. "Are you okay?" You can feel him lean in closer, one of his hands coming up to caress your jaw. "Hey, if yo-"

"Golden ticket." You blurt the words.

Hoseok chuckles. "I was thinking you had maybe forgotten about that. Alright, baby, what is it that you want?" his voice drops into a husky purr, his thumb rubbing across your bottom lip.

You swallow hard, panicking. What if he says no? "Hoseok," that gets his attention, his thumb stops rubbing. There are certain personas you both maintain on nights like this. He's always sir and you're always baby. Using his name, especially when it's not by accident during a fit of ecstasy, means you need to say something that extends beyond the fantasy and passions of what you're doing. "Can you remove my blindfold, please?" He complies quickly, plucking it up and off. You blink a few times, letting your eyes adjust to the low light in your bedroom. He's kneeling in front of you, eyes searching your face, trying to figure out what he did wrong. "The ribbons, please." You feel like a mood killer, but you need this to be said without the glitter and red-colored shroud of the box of chocolates. With a few quick tugs, the ribbons are falling free.

"I'm sorry," he begins, his eyes on his hands where they now rest on his thighs. "I took it too fa-"

"Shh," you hush him with a finger to his lips. "It's not like that, I promise." You use your finger, lifting his chin until he looks at you. "I just need you to hear me, without all of…this," you gesture with your free hand around the room. "I want you to stay. That's what I want with my wild card, for you to stay here."

A small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. "Stay?"

"Like, stay stay. I don't want you to go home tonight, please stay. I want to wake up to you in the morning."

He nods, you can clearly see the relief on his face. "I would love that."

You hum softly, slipping your hands into his sweaty hair and pulling him up for a kiss. It's languid, slow and passionate. "Now that I've thoroughly ruined the mood, let's get this last chocolate and hope it's one that has you fucking my brains out."

"Mmm, baby," he nips your bottom lips. "You know just what to say to get my dick hard." True to his word, you have to lean back in order to not take his erect cock to your face as he stands. Though, it is tempting. It wouldn't be the first time he's smacked you around with it.

"Fourth row, fifth chocolate, please, sir."

You watch as he grabs the box and removes the indicated piece of chocolate and paper. He chews the sweet slowly, rubbing the paper between his fingers for a moment before handing it to you with a sly smile. "Will I be fucking your brains out, baby?"

Rodeo.

You want to laugh at the word. Of course he would have this in the box. As dominating of a man as Hoseok is, he loves nothing more than for you to be on top. He says the view is worth every ounce of control he gives up. You don't suppose you can blame him, you enjoy the view when he's on top, and can only imagine what he sees when you are. "Actually, sir, it looks like I'll be the one fucking your brains out."

You honestly couldn't have asked for a better response. His erection bobs against his stomach and he takes in a slow, measured breath. Hoseok crawls backward onto the bed, eyes not leaving yours. "Come on, then, baby, fuck me."

The way he can make such filthy words sound like poetry baffles you. You need no further encouragement. However, you do try to take it slow, easing up the bed on your hands and knees. "Are you ready, sir?" you ask with a raised eyebrow.

"If you don't get your ass on me right now," he growls, leaving the rest of the threat unspoken. You, of course, know it's not a real threat. He'd never actually do anything to you that you didn't want. But, his tone and the carnal look in his eyes send shivers right through you.

Hoseok latches onto your hips with his hands as you slip a leg over him. The moment you settle down you groan. His erection is thick against you, with a subtle rock of your hips you can feel it slip between your wet folds. Your hands brace against his chest as you lean forward and rock your hips again, the motion and angle making the head of his cock catch against your clit. He squeezes his eyes shut, and you moan.

You slide forward a little more and with the next backward rock of your hips, you can feel him slip between your lips and prod at the entrance to your core. If you complete the motion, he'll easily slide inside. You hold, your arms trembling with the effort to restrain yourself. His fingers dig into your hips, and he growls low in his throat. It's too much. You give in. With a cry you slide back onto him without stopping, consuming him whole.

There is little need for words. You're both so worked up all you can offer are half coherent pleas and moans of encouragement. Your thighs burn but are no hotter than the ache deep in your belly. You can feel beads of sweat slip down between your breasts, feel the same slick begin to build on his chest under your hands. His hips start to meet yours, bucking up, working in tandem. He's methodical in maintaining pleasure points. His hands move from your hips to fondle your bouncing breasts, tweaking nipples until they, too, ache. Hoseok grips your ass in his powerful hands, adding playful smacks that make you moan louder.

It's not enough. It'll never be enough. You feel alive, connected. Every inch of skin he touches blazes with arousal until it builds into one blinding pinpoint of light. The orgasm that rips through you is far more intense than any before. "Hoseok!" you cry his name, throwing your head back, the only things keeping you tethered to reality are his hands on your hips and his thick cock buried so deep inside you. There is no more 'sir', not right now. This is just purely Jung Hoseok, the man that drives you crazy and takes you places you never thought possible.

You feel him shudder beneath you, his muscles going rigid as he cums. His hips jut up a few more times, milking himself with your aftershocks. Hoseok gathers you in his arms, pulling you down to rest on his chest. You're both breathing so hard, you can hear his heart hammering away beneath your ear. It's in this moment, both of you so vulnerable, that you realize everything is going to be okay. It might seem a little weird, maybe even absurd, but it just feels...right.

There is no cloud of arousal, nor rose-colored glasses. For the first time in a long time, you have true clarity. This is what, who, you want, and you'll do anything in your power to keep him. As if reading your thoughts, Hoseok whispers your name. He loosens his hold on you just enough so you can look up at him. "I'm not going anywhere. This is where I belong, with you. Everything else," he shrugs his shoulders the best he can, "we'll figure it out. I promise."

And...you truly believe that. Perhaps the universe doesn't hate you that much after all.

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