Knuck If You Buck

“Your Spanish is magnificent papa, I see your mama is teaching you well?” He looks over at you and stifles a laugh while you wrestle with Cairo.

“I’m trying to. There! Go ahead and be free.” You huff and lean back on your arms, tilting your head to the side with a smile on your face as he toddles over to his father.

“Ven aqui hijo!” He exclaims, immediately scooping the small boy up into his arms as he kisses all over his face.

You stand up from your spot on the floor and grab your phone to check the time. You have a date tonight and who better to watch your boys than their father.

“Mama you didn’t give papa a hug yet” Your son points out, hiding a sneaky smile behind his hand as he giggles.

“He’s right mami, you’re the only one who hasn’t given me a hug.” He sets your younger son down and walks over to you slowly with his arms open wide. 

“You guys think you’re so sneaky don’t you?” You look between the both of them and playfully roll your eyes. 

You walk over to Connie and wrap your arms around his waist, you let out a gasp when he tightens the hug and rubs his hands up and down your back. You can't exactly explain it, but the way he’s hugging you kind of made you miss him being around. 

“Make sure your little boyfriend has you back at a decent time.” He pulls away from you and gives you a smile.

“Okay one, Tyler is not my boyfriend he’s my work friend. And two I will let you know how the night goes when I come back.” You give him a quick kiss on the cheek then head to your room to get ready.

After about 45 minutes you finally finish getting yourself together. You make your way to the living room and swing your purse onto your shoulder.

--- “Alright boys, I’ll be back by 11. If you need anything ask your father, and Connie if you need anything you know who to dial.” You dig through your bag for your keys and look up to see your sons and their father staring at you. 

“What’s the problem?” You ask, rolling your eyes and resting a hand on your hip. 

“Mommy it’s cold out you should wear a sweater” Cj says, walking over to the coat rack. 

“Yeah mami, you should really put on a sweater. We wouldn’t want you to catch a cold now, would we?” He asks, eyeing you from head to toe as you apply your lip gloss. 

“It’s 78 degrees, you guys are doing too much” You check yourself over again and grab your keys.

“Have fun!” Connie and the boys say in unison which brings a smile to his face.

“Alright, who wants to watch scary movies and eat ice cream?!” 

~~~

Connie quietly backs out of the boys room and pulls the door shut as carefully as he can.

“Finally, those boys can play all night long.” Connie mumbles to himself and turns to walk down the steps.

He stops in front of your door and stares at the shiny knob in front of him. He rubs his hand over his face and steps inside what used to be your shared bedroom and looks around.

He chuckles to himself as the memories of you two in this room take over his mind, so many nights full of laughter, tears, moans and whimpers. Nights he wishes you two can hopefully have again.

A red fabric catches his eyes and he raises an eyebrow as he squats down to retrieve the piece of cloth. He unfolds the fabric and is surprised at the sight of your skimpy panties in his hand.

He stuffs the panties into his back pocket and can’t help but fantasize about the things he’s going to do to and with the pretty underwear. He decides to leave the room now before you come home and catch him snooping.

Although that wouldn’t be such a terrible thing, he always points out how sexy you look when you’re pissed off. 

He jogs down the steps and out to your back patio, he makes himself comfortable and pulls out a bag of weed and a pack of wraps. 

“Now for my favorite part of the night” He says out loud, talking to nobody but himself. 

He opens up the wrap and dumps the contents out into your little trash bin next to the coffee table. Connie starts focusing so hard that he doesn’t notice you stepping inside the house.

You kick your shoes off and throw your bag onto the sofa nearby, you look around the house and shake your head at the sight of him outside. You can’t help but smile at the sight, pushing down the memories trying to come back up.

“Are you going to stand there and be pretty or come and join me?” He asks, not needing to turn around to know you’re watching him.

“I’ve always hated when you do that.” You cross your arms and sit next to him on the sofa. 

“Yeah you hate a lot of the things I do, how was your little date?” He says, lighting up the blunt.  

“I see where Cj gets his listening problems from, it was not a date. But we had drinks, he bought me dinner and we just talked.” You shrug your shoulders and take the blunt from his hands. 

“You two just talked? You’re all dressed up all pretty and you just talked.” He makes a face and nods his head as if he’s trying to understand.

You cough up some smoke when he says the word pretty and pass the blunt back to him.

“Connie, you think I’m pretty?” you ask teasingly, moving closer to where he’s seated.

“I didn’t say all that, I said you dressed up all pretty.” He pokes your nose and takes a long drag, holding the smoke in his mouth as he leans his head back. 

Your eyes trail up and down his figure and you can’t up but bite your lip at the sight of his tattoos. Your body moves before you can think and you trace your finger over your favorite piece on the side of his throat. 

Your name, you both were so young when he got the tattoo. He asked you for a suggestion and you jokingly said your name, but to him he wanted nothing more than to do it.

He would do absolutely anything to make you happy, in all honesty all he wants to do now is make you happy. 

“If you didn’t think I was attractive you wouldn’t have gotten my name tattooed on your neck.” You say to him as you trace your finger over the red ink. 

He laces his fingers with yours and rubs his thumb over the back of your hand.

“You know I think you’re the sexiest woman alive, you gave me two boys. To me you can’t get any more gorgeous than you already are, yet somehow you always do.” He kisses your knuckles and sets your hand down.

You feel your face warm up as he speaks and his compliment has you at a loss for words.

“It’s getting late so I should head back to the apartment. Ony is gonna get into my stash if I’m not quick enough” You nod your head and stand up behind him. 

“I’ll lock the door behind you” you give him a small smile and he walks back inside. You follow behind him and walk towards the front door. 

“Thank you for watching the boys tonight, tell Sasha I said hey” To your surprise he just chuckles dryly and rolls his eyes. 

“Yeah that ended two months ago, I guess I forgot to tell you” he throws his hood on and puts his hands in his pocket and shrugs. 

“Connie what the hell happened!” You slap him on the arm and wait for him to explain. He lets out a sigh in annoyance and rubs his hands down his face. 

“It just didn’t work out. We fought way too much, and she kept saying crazy shit that just didn’t make sense.” He keeps his answer short to avoid diving too much into detail about the situation. 

Crazy shit like what?” You cross your arms and stare at him in anticipation. 

“She thinks I’m still in love with you, I told her I wasn’t anymore. She called me a fucking liar,  I got mad and yelled then that was the end of it” 

You’re taken aback by his statement and look around the room awkwardly. You couldn’t help but wonder if what she said was somewhat true. He gets ready to head out the front door but stops when you speak. 

“Connie, are you still in love with me?” You quietly ask, walking up to him. 

He freezes in his tracks and refuses to make eye contact with you. He lets the door knob go and turns to face you, leaning on the door as he looks at you. 

“Why does it matter if I do or not? What’s gonna change between us if I say yes?” He pushes off the door and walks over to where you’re standing. Your stomach twirls at how close he gets to you and you twiddle with your thumbs.

“Connie…” You step as close as you can and pull him towards you by his jacket. 

“Don’t start something you can’t finish mami, that’s why we got Cairo now.” He wraps an arm around your waist and stares deeply into your eyes.

You close the gap between you both and press your lips against his eagerly. He drops his bag to the floor and wraps both of his arms around your waist, pulling you in as much as he could. You push the hood off of his head and run your fingers over his hair, basking at how much it’s grown these past months. 

“U-upstairs, take me to the bedroom.” You say against his lips, shrieking when he picks you up by your legs. You cover your mouth with your hand to stifle a laugh as he quickly makes his way to the bedroom, almost tripping up the steps.

“Be careful or both of us are sleeping alone tonight.” You threaten playfully and he pinches your ass in return.

“Yeah, in your wildest dreams cariña. You already got me in here and it’s gonna be hard to get me to go away this time.” He pushes you up against the door and connects your lips again. He grabs your cheeks to deepen the kiss and slides his tongue inside your mouth eagerly. His hands travel down your body slowly, and he pulls the tie open on your shirt.

You let out a sigh as your breast fall from the shirt, moaning into his mouth as his large, warm hands massage your nipples. You bite down on his bottom lip as he tugs on your nipples, he rubs over the buds to soothe the sting. 

“Oh baby you’re just as gorgeous as I remember.” He pulls you off the door and lays you on your bed, looking down at you with a glint in his eyes.

“Connie don’t just stare at me, you know I get self conscious.” You whine and pull him down on top of you by his shirt.

He chuckles at your desperation and pulls his shirt off to reveal his tattoos and muscular figure, your fingers absent-mindedly gravitate towards his abdomen. 

“You want to touch them baby?” He asks teasingly, taking your wrist in his hand to place on his body. You trail your hand down his body and lick over your lips. 

“You know what I was thinking, mi amor?” He pushes you back on the bed completely and starts to pull your jeans off your legs. 

“Now that the tattoo parlor is up and running, I think you should finally let me put some ink on you baby.” Your panties come down with your jeans and he bites his lip.

“Yeah papi? I think I’ll let you put your name on me this time.” You say, enjoying the idea of his name on your body.

His head drops down between your thighs and he nips at the skin, wrapping an arm around your thigh.

“I think imma put it here, right next to these pretty stretch marks over here.” He rubs his hands up and down your thighs ever so gently, sucking on the skin until a mark forms.

“N-no, you know I hate-” You're cut off by a tattooed hand wrapping around your throat.

“I see you’re still as hard headed as ever, huh?” He asks, picking you up and moving over to the middle of your bed. 

“W-what are you doing?” You ask, looking back up at him in confusion.

“Since you still don’t listen, I’m going to have to show you how beautiful you are. Remember baby, that’s the whole reason I even put the mirror up.” He kisses your cheek and spreads your thighs apart.

“Que bonita, no?” He asks, taking two of his slender fingers to open your lips up to him.

A low groan leaves his lips at the sight of your sweet hole clenching around nothing. You let out a whine and nod at his question, he smiles and presses a kiss to your cheek. 

“Good job baby.” He praises, his lips leaving soft kisses down your neck. 

He rewards you by sliding two of his fingers into your needy cunt slowly. You arch your back and let out a low moan. Connie takes his free hand and slaps it over your mouth. 

“You wanna wake the boys up mami?” He asks, smirking at the way you clench around his fingers. 

You shake your head and squeeze your eyes shut as his fingers meet with your g-spot. You feel your orgasm creeping its way up your body as you get closer. 

“I remember what that face means, you gonna come on my fingers mi amor?”” He asks, speeding up the pace of his fingers, curling them upwards to draw you closer to your release.

The coil in your belly snaps and you come on his fingers quickly, throwing your head back onto his shoulder. Connie takes your cheeks in his hand and pulls you in for a deep kiss while you spasm around his fingers, he rubs your clit with his thumb and you whimper in his mouth.

“T-too much, I want to feel you inside of me. Please papi, I need it so bad.” You beg, he looks down at you and bites his lip at how whiny you sound.

“You want me to fuck you princesa? Want me to fuck you until you can’t speak, you want me to breed that sweet little pussy?” You moan at the thought of him filling you up with his cum and nod your head. 

He chuckles and bends you forward so you can see the mirror, you bite your lip when his sweatpants and underwear get pulled down his legs. His cock is standing upright, the tip is red and already leaking precum.

“Watch me in the mirror, okay?” He rubs a hand down your back and you nod in return. He gives himself a few strokes before he guides himself inside your pussy.

You let out a gasp as he continues pushing himself inside, he makes sure to be slow and careful as he eases himself in.

“Holy shit baby, you’re so fucking tight. Relax for me baby, I know you remember having me in there. It’s only been a few months.” He leans down and kisses the side of your forehead.

“A-ah it’s been six months!” You let out a loud moan into the sheets below you as he bottoms out inside of you. He throws his head back in pleasure and grabs your hips, he grits his teeth as he resist the urge to immediately start pounding into you.

“Well then we have lots of catching up to do. L-let me know when you want me to move, I don’t want to hurt you.” He tells you, gently trailing his fingers up your back, needing some sort of distraction to prevent himself from fucking you like a wild animal.

“It’s okay” You lift your head up from the sheets and make eye contact with him in the mirror. He flashes you his bright smile and leans down to press a kiss to your lips. His hands make their way to your hips as his own start to form a steady rhythm. You grip the sheets as his tip kisses your cervix each time he fucks into you. 

“Connie!” You gasp, your chest pressing down further into the mattress. Gripping the end of the bed like your entire life depends on it. 

“Fuckkkk, missed this tight pussy so much baby girl.” He digs his nails into your skin and forces your ass back onto him. Your moans turn into whimpers as you feel your second orgasm creep up.

“‘m gonna cum papi, I'm coming.” You warn him, he picks up his thrust and rolls his hips as you come around him for the second time tonight. Your head falls down in exhaustion and you feel his hand wrap around your chin, forcing you to face the mirror.

“Is it too much baby? You know our safe word never changed?” He teases, his hips begin to pick up their pace, you cry out in pleasure the deeper he fucks into your cunt.

“N-no! I-I can ngh…I can take it.” You look at him in the mirror and he can’t help but bite his lip and tangle his hand in your hair. He’s got you flushed against his chest as he fucks you like it’s the last time he ever will.

“Yeah? You sure you can take all of me baby?” He pulls your head back more and smiles down at your fucked out expression, smashing his lips against yours passionately. 

“We’ll see about that won’t we?” He pulls out of you and you whine in protest. You’re about to complain, but he quickly flips you onto your back and places each one of his arms next to your head so he’s looking down at you. You feel your face warm up at how intensely his brown eyes stare back into yours.

“I missed you.” You confess, rubbing your fingers up and down his tattooed arms.

He presses a gentle kiss to your lips and lifts one of your legs up, taking advantage of the new position and immediately pushing into you again. You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist and he finds himself fucking into you again.

“I missed you so much, sweet girl, so. fucking. much.” He groans between each thrust and you arch your back in pleasure, his tip immediately finds your g-spot and you feel a warm sensation build up in your lower belly. 

Connie took your legs from around his waist and pushes your thighs up to your chest. You go to let out a loud moan, but are interrupted by Connie wrapping his ringed fingers around your throat.

“I know it feels good baby, but you’re gonna wake the boys up.” He gives you an evil smirk and picks up the speed of his hips. He parts your lips with his thumb and slides it between your lips.

You wrap your lips around his thumb and look up at him with teary eyes, holding back a scream as he continues his assault on your pussy. 

The sound of heavy breathing and wet skin slapping against each other fills the room. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your jaw goes slack as Connie continuously pounds into your cunt.

“Look at you, my sweet girl. No one else can ever see you like this, entiendes?” He asks, you try and respond but are too fucked out to even form a proper sentence.

Connie's fingers tighten around your throat and his thumb finds its way to your overstimulated clit, he rubs quick circles on your nub and your eyes go cross.

“I asked you a question sweetie.” He leans your face down and forces you to look at him.

“Y-yo entiendo papi, o-only belong to you. Fuck fuck! papi I’m gonna come! P-promise I’m only yours! Ah fuck” You say urgently, your pussy clenches around his dick and you feel your climax approaching. This one definitely feels stronger and more intense than the other two.

Connie lets out a loud groan as your pussy clenches around his shaft, his hips start to lose their rhythm as he gets closer to his orgasm.

“Fuck yes that’s it cariña, I wanna feel you come all over me. Give me one more baby.” He bends down and presses a hard kiss to your lips, his hips buck into yours rapidly and he can’t hold on any longer.

“Fuck Y/N, voy a venir bebe! Want me to fill that sweet pussy up and put another baby in you? Think we should try for a girl this time, don’t you think?” You nod your head desperately, and he rubs your clit with his thumb again 

You bite down on his bottom lip as your final orgasm runs throughout your body. Your eyes squeeze shut and all you can see is pure white, your entire body starts convulsing. Your essence shoots out and splashes against his abs, down both of your legs, and onto the bed sheets below. 

You come so hard your pussy sucks Connie in deeper and he squeezes the skin of your thighs as he comes deep inside of you. He moans against your lips and you let out a sigh as you feel his come fills you up.

“You okay? You looked like you almost passed out.” He presses his forehead against your and smiles at you while you regain consciousness.

“Y-yeah I’m okay. Also, i feel like now is a good time to tell you that Tyler is a happily married man with no interest in me at all.” You inform him and he rolls his eyes.

“Happily married men can still want to fuck you if the oppurtunity allows.” He retorts and you hold back a laugh.

“Even gay men Connie?” You raise an eyebrow and the look on his face is absolutely priceless.

“Y’know there are in fact exceptions to the rule.” He mumbles into the crook of your neck.

“I really am sorry about you and Sasha.” You run your fingers over his hair and rub his cheek with your thumb.

“Don’t sweat it, she was right in the end and I just didn’t want to admit it. I’ve loved you since we were 16, just cause we break up doesnt mean I can just give up everything.” He leans on one hand and you sit up to kiss him in response 

“I love you Connie, I want you to come back home with us. No more fighting okay?” He nods and pulls you into his chest, rubbing his hands over your back.

“No more fighting baby, I promise. From now on we’ll only argue about dinner, what movie to watch, and what outfits we’ll put the boys in.” He says jokingly, you laugh at his antics and nod in return.

“If it’s okay with you, I’m gonna pull out before you get me all excited again.” He warns, you whimper at the feeling of emptiness once he pulls out of you. Your eyes widen when his fingers take the place of his dick, you look at him in shock and he feigns innocence.

“Well we wanna make sure you get pregnant, right?” 

…..

“Okay Mrs. Springer, when you feel the next contraction I want you to push as hard as you can.” The doctor says and you nod your and begin to push through the pain and pressure. 

“There we go baby you got it! Keep going Y/N!” Connie encourages you, holding one of your hands in both of his.

A small cry breaks out into the air and the doctor guides your baby out safely, she holds the baby up and you fall onto your back.

“It’s a girl!” Connie exclaims and instantly bursts into tears, you can’t help but also shed tears as she’s laid on your chest.

Connie places multiple kisses all over your face and looks at the new baby in front of you.

“She’s gorgeous Connie, she’s so perfect.” You sniffle and giggle when you make eye contact with the small baby. 

“She sure is, she looks just like her mama. My sweet little Cecelia.” You give him a large smile and nod in agreement.

“Cecelia is perfect, my little Cece.” You giggle at the nickname and rock the small girl in your arms as she whines.

“I love you Connie.” You say, rubbing your thumb over his cheek.

“I love you more, mi vida.”

“ay coño. you keep ridin my dick like that and ima have t’marry you ‘kay?” connie moaned, heavy hand repeatedly squeezing and slapping your ass as you continued to ride him in reverse. your hands wrapped firmly around his ankles as you worked your body in ways he loved. on late nights like this one it was normal for the two of you to smoke each other out and make each other feel good, letting the good vibes of the day carry on into the night.

“m’cummin again pa” you quietly breathed out as you began to bounce your ass harder, tattood hands spreading you open to get a better view of the sin being committed by the two of you. “give it t’me mama. let papi have it” connie groaned before throwing his head back in the pillows. the way your ass moved on his dick was heavenly as your walls continued to get wetter and wetter around him. there was nothing that could possibly make this moment any more perfect.

*ring ring* the sound of your phone snatched him out of his bliss, making a mean mug appear before he snatched it from its spot next to him. “j-jus leave it da fuck m’so close” you continued your ministrations, oblivious to the evil grin the man behind you adorned as he looked at your phone. notification after notification from your ridiculously toxic boyfriend. connies been telling you to leave him, but there was always an excuse. “he was all i had at one point” “my family loves him and ion wanna upset them” “he said she was just his best friend”. you always had an excuse for this dickheads actions, letting him slide for shit like forgetting your anniversary all the way to blatantly cheating on you with his “girl best friend” which made him want to beat his ass.

you felt that you were no better, given your situation, so you chose to just stay and bare with it to keep up this stupid appearance for your family. your mom used to be with a man like connie and look where it got her. raising you as a single mother, trying her hardest to keep you far away from men like your father so you didn’t end up just like her. when you first brought your boyfriend home she was so happy, as were the rest of your family. you knew connie was different though. he gave you a happiness your boyfriend could never bring you. catering not only to your body, but your heart and soul as well. he was who you knew you should be with in the end, but your family would never accept him because of his lifestyle.

you were terrified about how your family would look at you if they found out you’ve switched out being with the golden, grade a student to fornicate with the big bad “thug” from the other side of town. “el muchacho es un jablador, mami. he don’t deserve you.” connie said before grabbing a blunt from the bedside table, putting fire to it as it sat between his pretty lips. “you know how my family is. they not..fuck..not fond of men like y-you” he rolled his eyes, giving you a rough snap of his hips to make you lose your balance.

a pretty cry flew from your lips, hands squeezing around his ankles while making a sly smirk appear on his face. “men like me huh?” he mimicked you. before he could add on to it, he was interrupted by your phone ringing again. ‘must be a sign to handle this shit once and for all’ connie thought before quietly picking it up and laying it down on the bed next to him. you were of course oblivious to this as you let him maneuver you into the backshot position. he grabbed the phone with one hand, placing it at his ear while he pushed your back down with his other hand. “m’not helping you ma, throw that shit back and work for this nut.” you quickly listened to his demand while he continued on the phone. “yo?….yea she here man. lil busy tho but she present” a chuckle rumbled from his chest as he listened to your frustrated boyfriend on the other line. “don’t worry about why i got her phone mamagüevo. just be glad she safe and feeling good”

you were so busy fucking your self on his dick that you didn’t even recognize that he was talking to your boyfriend on the phone. pretty whines falling from your lips as you continued to move your ass back and forth on his long dick. you reached back for connie and all he did was laugh at your weak attempt, pushing your back down to deepen your arch. all of your moans flew loose in the comfort of his room. “please help j-jus a little bit. like when you hit my spot daddy” you clenched around him, continuing to move your hips just how he likes so he could fold. connie could never get enough of you. and he knew you were just as in love and crazy for him. he’ll be damned if he had to spend another night listening to you cry and blame yourself for the actions of a bitch like your “boyfriend”.

connie moved the phone towards your mouth. this was the end of your suffering. “yea? like when papi fuck you like this?” his hips began to move, dick touching you in a sweetest places while he smiled. listening to your pretty moans. “aauughh yesss jus like that papi shittt” your wetness began to spread all over him, strings of your previous releases connecting the two of you with wet squelches. “uhh huh. let em hear you ma” let who here what? your brain finally starting working properly after you heard yelling coming from somewhere.

“you not furreal…you cheating on me bro?!” you whipped your head around in horror. connie just continued to fuck you with a proud look on his face. feeding you deep strokes as he held the phone in front of your face. “i-i..” he rolled his eyes before snapping his hips into you harder. your scream was pornographic as you began to forget all about your boyfriend on the phone. “ughh ‘i-i’….no me estés divariando, respóndeme la pregunta, mami.”

his heavy hand landed on your ass, bringing you back to reality before you continued with your previously forgotten sentence. “ion think t-this gon work out shittt” you spoke as normal as you could, but it wasn’t normal enough. you could basically feel the anger coming from your phone as your now ex boyfriend threw curses and insults your way. “you dirty bitch. you think your family gon be proud after they find out you gave up being wit me for some thug’s dick?” while he spoke connie kissed up your back, stopping at your neck before whispering dirty words to you.

“you like this ‘thug’ dick don’t you girl? like when daddy makes you feel good and gives you what you want?” he deepened his strokes, laying one hand flat on the bed next to you while his other continued to hold the phone speaker towards your ear. “i-i love him and my family gon have to…fuckk… have to accept it or they gon end up jus l-like you, cut off.” your words surprised connie, making his dick even harder before kissing and sucking behind your ear and neck. “y-you need me…you a sad, boring ass bitch. he’ll never be me. fatherless, selfish ass bitch” he mumbled the last sentence, but connie still heard him. he was trying his hardest to hurt you with his words, but there’s no way in hell connie was letting that happen. chuckling while moving the phone from your face before taking it off speaker and holding it to his ear.

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“oka, they’re ready—wow,” the young boy breathed out. “you look great, oka-san,” he compliment. “dad’ll be so happy.”

“i hope so,” you gave him a warm smile. “come here, gumi.” megumi follows your waving hand and engulfs you in a hug. “i’m so glad you’re giving me away.”

“i’m glad you asked me.” the young boy blushed and shrugged confidently. “to be fair, i had you first.”

“i know, and i’ll always be yours,” you reassure your son. “i’ll do anything for you, megumi, do you know that?” megumi nods his head. he didn’t want to mention it aloud, but he had feelings that you cared for him more than his own father did, and you weren’t even a share of his blood. “thank you for inviting me into your family.”

“you were always my family, oka-san.”

the alter music finally began to play as you left the room. right behind the big double doors was the gateway to your new life. no longer as y/n y/l/n, but instead, y/n fushiguro; the woman you’d wanted to be for newly fifteen years.

megumi looks at you with playful eyes. “sure you not getting cold feet? you can always turn around and run, i’ll tell him i lost you,” he joked, causing you to let out a whole hearted laugh.

“we’re about ten years too late, ‘gumi. i’m ready, my love.”

megumi smiled at you before looping his arm through yours. opening the double doors, at the sight of you walking in, everyone in the room stood up and toji’s eyes immediately flew to you. the love and adoration in his eyes never went unnoticed as he stared at you as if you were a mile away.

you couldn’t help but wince at the small sound of between your legs squeaking full of toji’s cum. you wish you’d had enough time to shower again, but with a nap after very exhausting sex (the best of your life), and barely two hours left to get ready, you knew it was impossible.

besides, toji found it amusing that you were bound to be knocked up by the end of your vows. you two had already shared your own private vows to one another during a private ceremony with just the two of you the day before but decided to draft up a more watered down—appropriate—version for your friends and family to hear.

megumi slwoly walked you down the carpeted aisle as your eyes silently greeted those around you. but after finishing its tour and circling their way up to the front, your eyes instantly gravitated to your husband. a wide smile falls upon your face, and an even wider one mirrors his, the deep scar on his top lip shifting upward.

by the time you stood in front of toji, he immediately grabbed the frills of your hands. you began to zone out what the priest was saying, your eyes only focused on toji and what the future of your marriage would bring. you weren’t bought back to reality until your mother hissed at you, “pay attention, girl!”

toji and the audience let out a small laugh as you jump back to attention, giggling lightly. “i’m sorry,” you apologized. “i was just thinking about how much i love you.” your words send the crowd into low fits of ‘aww’s.

toji tries to hide it with a bow of his head, but you dont miss the way his pale cheeks turn a bright flush of red. you “toji fushiguro, i’ve known you for a long time,” you mutter only so you and him could hear, causing him to let out a low chuckle. “you have been there for me just as much as anyone in this very room, but have provided the guidance i never knew i lacked or needed until i met you. you teach me the wonders of the world, things i didn’t know even mattered or existed before. you love me like i was made for you, and, i guess in this life time and every single one after that, i am. toji fushiguro, you’ve made me the happiest woman on earth and i don’t think you fully understand that. i promise to love you until the end of our days, in sickness, health, and everything between besides infidelity,” you make a funny face, causing everyone to chuckle. “i will rob you, set your house on fire and kill you if you ever dare decide to be unfaithful to me in any sort of way. i mean it, fushiguro-san. from this day forward i give you my body, heart and soul, for eternity. i hope you choose wisely on what to do it. cuz this thing don’t come back round a second time okay?”

your friends cheer you on in unison as you can’t help but shake your body playfully. toji chuckles heavily, knowing that you meant full weapon behind your words.

“y/n y/l/n,” toji breathes out. his voice was naturally low and monotonous, so you were sure his words were mostly meant for only you to hear (he was a bit rude like that). “i don’t love you because you do things for me. not because you do things megumi. i don’t love you because anything you do is for my benefit; i love you because you’ve changed my character. you’ve changed my mindset on a lot of things i wasn’t taught as a child, from fatherhood to something as simple as what life is and what it’s really supposed to be. you’re the best mother anyone can ever ask for. you lived megumi before you loved me, and i knew i loved you from that point on. you’re the best woman i’ve ever known. your character, your judgement, and your persona are all the best blessing me or anyone in this damned world could ever ask for. we don’t deserve you,”

“mhm, we sure don’t,” your mother pursed her lips with a sassy nod of her head as she waved her paper fan like she was in church.

“amen,” your cousins agreed in unison. you turn and give them a small smile, followed by a giggle. toji’s thumb discretely rubbed the sides of your palms and you knew he was anxious.

“i watch you light up dark rooms with your luminescent light, and you’ve lit plenty of mine, much more than i can count. i know that when i’m not on my A game, you always are. i make sure that even if you’re not having the best of days, you know that you have a space in our home. in our family; in me. you make me excited for things in the future i’ve never even considered before. more kids, building a journey with you in this shitpile we call life—shit—sorry ma.” toji smirks as your mother scolds him from her seat. she rolls his eyes and motions for him to continue.

“i promise to be faithful to you for the rest of my days. i will never love another woman like you, nor will i ever think about doing so. i promise to your light on your dark days as you are mine. i promise to be patient with you, to guide you in whatever way you need help in. i promise to be the best man i could be worthy of your love, y/n y/l/n,” your eyes can’t help but tear up at his words, feeling your hands sweat in nervousness. “i can’t wait to marry you, though you’ve been my wife for a very long time already. i can’t wait for us to continue to do things together and work as a team, as mr. and mrs. fushiguro,” toji smiled at you, signaling that he was done with his speech. “y/n y/l/n, i can’t wait to make you my fucking wife.”

“and with that, toji fushiguro, you may—“

❥!!warnings!!: slightly rough sex + dirty talk

❥other warnings: semi-public sex, parking garage sex on the hood of a car [sorry not sorry, I am clearly a wh0re for car sex💗], raw sex in the rain [please use protection!], oral [fem & male receiving], face f^cking, creampie, backshots, small daddy kink, some arguing in the dialogue, hoseok feeling himself and having wild concerts, making out, cl¡t piercing, curvy d¡ck, comparing hoseok’s d¡ck to a jack-in-the-box [i love my mind so much😭], some POV switching, they don’t actually say the three big words

❥word count: 4.7k

-song inspo: pandora’s box- jhope [ugh I love how he did the background verse with his grungey voice, this mf is so fucking fineee fuck😭] || say it- tory [ew, but I’ve been listening to this for so long]

-inspo also from the fact that his hobipalooza performance gave me big d¡ck with a curve energy! the curve is important, idc idc!

-author’s note: Ik this is kinda late but I hope it’s worth it and that you enjoy!! 🤍 Didn’t know how else to end it without dragging it so yeah. This is dedicated to @maltate123 who messaged me about their excitement to read this 🥹💗

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Even after an hour-long concert filled with breathtaking rapping and dancing, Hoseok was still pumped after the show, only breathless now because he was too busy sticking his sinister tongue down your throat and rubbing his chrome-painted fingers too far up your skirt.

His other hand sat veiny and heavy like a choker on your neck as he kissed you, tilting your head just right for your lips to fit to his heart-shaped ones, holding you in place on top of the hood of his cherry red Ferrari Portofino.

You knew what he meant when he proposed you to come chill with him instead of heading to the hotel right away, but you weren’t betting on the rockstar to cockily confront you about your little stunt on stage.

It was an accident, you promised yourself.

Right…

Letting Hoseok run his fingers over your exposed torso as you swayed in front of him was an accident.

Letting your hips glue too close together was an accident, along with letting Hoseok guide you on him.

Grinding on the rockstar… was a complete accident.

It wasn’t like anyone could see from the different angles on the big screens that your bare ass was circling all up on his dick print. Right?

And you swore that no one caught Hoseok sticking his tongue out and grinding with you back. So therefore, it didn’t happen.

Yeah. No.

It did. Only half an hour ago. In front of 100k people.

And it had Hoseok blemishing up the side of your neck with bite marks, his thumb idly caressing your inner thigh.

After the days and days of practicing one of his unreleased songs, “Checkmate”, a track that included Hoseok’s grungey rap and silk vocals explaining how to play one’s pieces right when it came to love, the accumulated sexual tension couldn’t make it past the concert. Not with the way he was feeling the vulgar lyrics and your sexy dancing tonight on that stage.

You looked too good in your matching outfit for the segment—sporting a mesh halter top and a black, cargo mini skirt with a rhinestoned belt. Your combat boots added to the fit, and the silver accessories and glitter on your brown skin completed it. Visually appearing as the female personification of J-Hope was on point for “Checkmate”, just like his decision in choosing you to lead dance with him.

So he was over the moon on how amazing you were, not being able to suppress it any longer to make it to the safety of the hotel. The top floor of the parking garage was empty, as it was VIP access only, but the bustling of fans and cars on the street down below reminded you that you were both out in the open. Fortunately, the thunder cackling in the gray, night sky above was hiding the hushed moans and wet kisses enough to not care.

“Jay…” You sighed as he brushed the fluffed kinks and curls of your hair away so that he could nibble the skin beneath your ear. You gripped his distressed shirt, trying to turn your head away so that the blowing wind could cool down your cheeks. The muggy air wasn’t helping. You could feel how much you wanted him to split you open.

So you moved your hands underneath his shirt, skimming along the waistline of his baggy pants and luxury boxers, heading for what you really desired.

Hoseok hissed, pulling back from your neck and resting his forehead on yours as he caught his breath the same. “I thought we were going slow,” he said.

You scoffed and angled your head up. “Is bringing me up here to make-out your definition of going slow, Jay?”

He pouted his duck lips against your nose. “No… Shaking your ass on my dick isn’t going slow either.”

“You touched me first,” you argued back, recounting how he pulled you into him on the stage. “You can’t keep your hands to yourself for shit.”

The rockstar hummed. “Is that your excuse? Unprofessionalism?”

Your brow raised. “For?”

“Acting like we both didn’t say fuck it to the original choreo and dry humped on stage.”

You felt flustered all of a sudden.

“We didn’t dry hump,” you mumbled, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Hoseok grinned. “Sure we didn’t, baby. Kiss me.”

You ignored his sarcastic comment but pulled him closer. Hoseok gracefully slipped his tongue back into your mouth and brought his hands down to your waist. They worked to undo the belt around your hips and push the hem of your skirt up to give him more access.

Then he finally slid his hand between your legs, fingers pressed up against your cunt, you gasping hotly against his mouth.

“W-We’re not going slow, Jay,” you whimpered.

He responded as he started kissing over your shoulder. “You don’t wanna go slow, anyways, baby.”

He was right.

Your fingers flew to the bulge in his Louis Vuitton pants. Heavy and erect, curving up in your palm through the expensive fabric. A lightning strike flashed out the corner of your eye as Hoseok groaned at the sensation.

“Want you on my tongue,” he confessed, making your heart pick up speed.

“Your manager said not to be out here for too long,” you reminded, but the rockstar hiked your legs up to roll your underwear down your thighs and over your combat boots.

You rolled your eyes as he brought the lacy pair to his face for a long inhale before chucking it like a slingshot over the railing of the parking garage. A car honked seconds later. You could imagine that your soiled underwear hit someone’s windshield.

“I think you’re supposed to keep them, dumbass.”

“Why?” he voiced, pushing your legs apart, the cool air breezing against your pussy. Your hands brushed through his growing mullet as he got on his knees on the concreted ground and propped your leg up on his shoulder. “To gag you so that you can shut your fucking mouth?”

Ohh, that’s what you wanted to hear:

The put together artist getting angry at your slick comments enough to push this celibate talking stage to the side. No more acting prude.

“No,” you answered. “So that you can rub your dick with it later. When you think about writing me those late night texts.”

He slapped the back of your thigh, and you bit your mouth shut to suppress a moan. “But you could do a much better job at it than me.”

“Mmm, a blowjob?”

He hummed back in return since he ended up latching his lips to your leg and marking the oiled, brown skin of it. The agreement of reciprocal head made you even more excited. Oral was a green light for you, and you knew the rockstar could give it good, but you wanted nothing more than to have his dick on your tongue instead.

The way it felt curved against you as you swiveled your ass on it on stage had you equally horny. Horny enough to be lenient on your own stupid rule of “taking it slow” with him.

So you leaned back on your palms on the hood of the Ferrari as you offered yourself to Hoseok. Legs spread to their widest with one on his shoulder, ass bare underneath your skirt. His kisses and thigh kneading were making you wetter by the second.

“Ready for me?” He mumbled on your skin, your arousal wafting his nose from the windy weather.

Your heart picked up another beat, and you nodded. You told him “Yes, Jay.”

His fingers made their move and touched your pussy, teasingly surpassing your clit and rubbing your soaked folds down to your entrance. A moan bubbled in the back of your throat as he fondled you slowly, your core igniting like hell for him. He got a louder noise when he slid a finger inside, only to take it away from you and say he wanted to lick you numb first.

He didn’t know how easily possible that was until he reached for your clit. “Oh,” he pulled his hand back a bit, his animated noise of shock making you curious.

“What?”

“That’s a sexy surprise,” he chuckled and yanked you closer by the back of your legs. “Your piercing. You weren’t gonna tell me?”

Your cheeks flamed. You really forget that you have it, and you never thought to bring it up. Honestly, making it this far with Hoseok wasn’t on your mind at all… Situations like these—an artist hanging around a backup dancer too much—sounded like quick flings that wouldn’t play out well in the end. Especially not with a busy person such as Hoseok. But you didn’t mention that self-conscious shit.

“You like it?” you asked.

He pulled away from your thigh just to look at your decorated pussy again. “Yeah,” he licked his lips. “It’s so cute… Wanna lick it…”

You arched your hips towards his face. “I’m not stopping you.”

Thunder crashed in the background as Hoseok pushed your leg further up and brought his pink tongue to your core. It slid between your folds at a hurried pace at first, as if you’d disappear if he didn’t take this chance to sample you quickly. The tip of his muscle slowed as it met your aching nub, his fingers gripping you tight to keep you from moving as he leisurely pressed the jewelry pierced in it side-to-side.

Hoseok alternated between sucking and licking based on how loud you were getting, purposely ignoring the rest of your pussy, only letting his grunts stimulate you in vibrations. Oh, fuck. And he was drooling all over you as he flicked your studded, brown pearl back and forth with his tongue.

“Tastes so good,” he sighed.

“I do?” you whimpered out, dragging your fingers through his curly hair for grip.

“Yeah, like honey… You’re my honey,” he nuzzled closer, his tongue flattening over your hole this time. “So sweet.”

The numbing he was summoning upon your clit from torturing it was painful, but you were so wet and enjoying the extra pinch in pleasure too much to stop him. You couldn’t help but to hold him close and grind against his mouth.

“Gonna cream daddy’s face?” he groaned. His hooked nose was bumping against the jewel in your clit now.

Oh, hell, why would he fucking say that…

“Yes,” you moaned, “—gonna cream daddy’s face.”

But you received just a few more strokes before it all ceased.

Because Hoseok had pulled away.

His grin was evil. Kinda hot, too, because your juices were all over his mouth and chin. “Did you really think I was gonna let you cum? That easily?”

You pushed his shoulders after wiping his mouth with your sleeve, but he caught himself and stood up. “Fuck off. I was getting close.”

“Not close enough,” he jeered and stuck his tongue out again, letting it loll over his bottom lip. You made a whiny noise under your breath and pulled him close by the buckle around his hips.

If he wanted to treat you that way, then okay. Two can play that game.

You slid off the Ferrari and let Hoseok take your spot. But he beat you to your next move by forcing you down on your knees on the grainy concrete. His fingers tangled in your fro as he forcefully brought your face near the tent in his jeans.

He tsked and glared down at you over his nose. “Don’t forget I’m in control here, sweet girl.”

He figured you were going to deny him of an orgasm, too.

“You never were,” you told him.

The sexy smirk was back as he lifted the hem of his baggy shirt to undo the belt and button on his jeans. Hoseok’s dick popped out the zipper, springing free like a jack-in-the-box. And did he appear so heavenly yet devilish looking down on you like that with the lightning in the sky surrounding him.

You bit your lip as you took him in your hand. Fuck. His dick was as pretty and impressive as him.

“I want all of this shit down your throat, baby,” Hoseok said, tilting your head. “Can you handle it?”

You boldly licked up the side of his cock, your eyes fluttering up to his as you grinned. “Yes, daddy.”

You think you’re louder than Hoseok when you taste him again. The veiny skin that met your palate was warm and salty from his sweaty performance. The head was softer but just as heavy and thick on your tongue. You moaned as pre-cum smeared your glossy lips, Hoseok seeming to fawn over how much you were enjoying his cock in your face.

His groan was full of yearning when you tapped it on your cheek. “Oh, don’t play with me, baby… Be nice.”

“Or what?” you whispered before taking him into your mouth. You watched his face as you swallowed him deeper, your body thrumming as he threw his head back and gave you the glorious view of his Adam’s apple bobbing dryly in his throat.

His fucked out expression came darker as he leaned his head back down to look at you with a set jaw. Maybe you should have chosen your two words more wisely... because Hoseok’s dick already in your mouth gave him the leverage to shove it further past your uvula.

He was rough as he held you there and thrusted, your nose pressed to the material of his shirt, your smokey eyeshadow and mascara beginning to run. One hand found his thigh muscle and the other held two fingers in your pussy. You could’ve came from that alone, along with Hoseok’s stuttered cussing.

But he yanked you back moments later and pulled out of your mouth. You greedily chased it, licking it again, opening your mouth wide… Your throat was dying for more.

“Didn’t take you for a cock slut, Miss Let’s-Take-Things-Slow,” Hoseok growled, snatching your hand from your cunt and lifting you up from the ground. Your knees had tiny concrete pebbles sticking painfully to them, but it didn’t compare to how badly you wanted the rockstar between them.

“We… We are taking things slow,” you said.

Hoseok pushed you towards the car, your front facing the windshield, him stepping closer into your space, his labored breath on your neck. You yelped as he forced you down to the hood and pinned you there.

“That’s your favorite word, huh? Slow.”

He pressed himself against your ass to brush your wet folds with his dick. “Is that how you want me to fuck you since that’s how we’re taking things?”

You grumbled “maybe” and took this time to circle your hips on him like you did on stage. What was all the talking for? Couldn’t he put it in and shush now?

Your ass looked delectable rubbing over his shaft, Hoseok guiding you on him again, just without the barrier of clothing. A droplet of rain hit the smooth expanse of your cheek, and Hoseok went ahead and gripped you open to take you before it started pouring.

With fingers pressed to your tailbone, he pushed inside slowly, and your tight warmth greedily sucked him in. His palm slipped to the hood of the car when he made it skin-to-skin with you, the sound of his erratic inhales on your ears. You could barely push him off with your fingertips to his stomach as you moaned, Hoseok moving your hand down to the hood and kissing the discomfort off of your tongue.

He knew he had the dirtiest curve to his cock that was already burning the heat inside of you.

“Fuck!” Your cry echoed against the concrete of the parking garage. The rockstar cussed right along with you as he held you tightly and thrusted. Your body went even more stiff at the intrusion and you gasped.

“Oh, c’mon, baby…” He smirked against your lips, his rigid torso warm on your back. “I know you can take it like this…”

It was that fucking curve that had you stepping into your tippy toes and clawing at the red paint of his luxury car with every drag of his hips. But it stung so good and deliciously scalded that you willingly bended into the arch he was coaxing.

You felt too tight and hot and wet around Hoseok that he didn’t want to be slow about this. It was obvious with how he was ramming into you fast and deep, far enough to feel it in your stomach. You started grinding back, whining at every skim his cock made against your walls and every spank he gave your ass to make it jiggle.

It didn’t matter that Mother Nature was finally beginning to weep. The dreary clouds expelled a steady drizzle that beaded on the curve in your spine and the space where you and Hoseok stood connected as he drilled into you wholeheartedly. If anything, the emergence of the thunderstorm pushed the rockstar to snap his dancer hips harder.

You gazed at him underneath your lashes and bit your lip as you caught his thrusts, Hoseok watching you take it and fuck back onto him, his fingers sliding up to grip your neck and down to rub your pierced clit.

“Gotta take you on tour with me more often,” he growled as he held your eyes. “Fly you out to dance with me on stage… then fuck you into a hotel bed. Shit—do whatever you wanna do in that city, too.”

You moaned when he angled your hips higher on his length, massaged your bundle of sensitive nerves in tighter circles. “Are you saying I could get anything I want with this ass, Jay?”

The rockstar was becoming fucked through. Pussy and ass like this could, “Yeah”, get anything that was wanted from him.

Especially when you could drown him in your essence, wiggle your hips a bit extra to get him to cum quickly behind you before you tapped out. He pulled out swiftly and came on your backside, wanting to fill you up so full but remembered he was already being irresponsible with company rules.

Hoseok greedily watched your orgasm roll down between your legs, wanting to latch his mouth back to that pierced clit of yours and get you to cum again. But the rain was starting to pelt the concrete of the parking garage. And he was supposed to be changing into non-conspicuous clothing for his departure of the festival…

He didn’t have enough time.

“I’ll see you later, yeah?” You said. Hoseok hadn’t even gotten his dick back into his pants before you were pulling your skirt down and reaching for your damp tote bag perched up on the front wheel of the Ferrari.

“________.”

It made you stop in your tracks. But you didn’t want to hear anything that would piss you off.

“Just… Let me get back to the hotel, Jay.”

“No,” he said. “Can we talk about this before you walk away and stop picking up my calls until I need you for a set?”

Ouch. Confrontation.

“What is there to talk about?”

The rockstar unbelievably shook his head at you. “You. Us. Now.”

You scoffed, equally shocked at his words. “After you got to fuck me?”

It renders him speechless for a second as the rain falls quicker. Exactly… Why would he want to talk seriousness right after you became a liability? There was no us, not even with the long FaceTime calls and practice room conversations. Did he think you were going to kiss and tell the world?

The thought of having this fling kept a secret wasn’t an issue to you. He just shouldn’t act so caring of it now when before it was harmless fun.

So you started walking away again, but Hoseok didn’t let you get far. He chased after you, reeling you back by the hold on your arm. “Don’t take it that way. I’ve been struggling to talk to you before this.”

“It’s raining,” you tried to excuse yourself. “We can talk later.”

Hoseok pressed you up against the passenger door of the Ferrari and held you hostage by his hips. You were going to listen one way or another. “We can talk now.”

You dropped your tote bag back down and glared up at him, accepting that you had no choice but to drench in the rain and hear him out. “Fine, Jay.”

He sighed. “Look… I want to be with you outside of the studio and concerts and do all that shit, you know that. But, I’m busy. There hasn’t been any other time to talk about us, so I’m taking it here. You don’t make it any easier by ignoring my calls and only hitting me up to congratulate me on shit I don’t care about.”

You blinked through the raindrops clouding your lashes, ready to counter. “Because I don’t know what you want me to be. A groupie? A friends with benefits? A friend? Your signals are just as mixed. And all of a sudden you wanna clarify it?”

“Yeah, I do want to fucking clarify it,” he gritted his teeth. “This isn’t so I can have my cake and eat it, too. Not how you think. I try, really… But I can’t be in two places at once. I can’t be present for my fans and my music and you the same.”

“I’m not asking you to,” you said.

“No, but that’s the only way you’ll believe the shit coming out of my mouth,” he responded.

You exhaled the breath you didn’t know you had been holding. How had you avoided the elephant in the room for this long to no avail. He could see through your avoidance and passiveness the whole time, and it made you feel exposed. Anxious, despite his words.

“This is useless, Jay.”

The rockstar leaned in closer, his saturated hair beginning to drip down his face. “What makes it useless, ________? I’m being open with you about—this. Do I look like I’m joking or something?”

“No,” you responded. “It’s useless that you’re telling me why and why not. When it isn’t going to change anything. You’re busy and have bigger things to tend to… What is your point?”

Hoseok’s eyes went soft as he answered. “The point is that I’m trying. I’m trying, okay? I’m trying to spend time with you even if it’s over the phone. I’m trying to bring you with me on every leg of this tour. I’m trying—to keep you as near to me as I can without the media or the company in our damn business.”

You watched him, not knowing how to accept his confessions of effort towards whatever you both had going on. You didn’t want to admit that you were partly to blame for his failed attempts, because then you would have to face your humility and it’s effect on your perspective of yourself in Hoseok’s life.

Your deafening silence amongst the storm made him continue.

“Listen to me,” he mumbled, gazing at you. “I really want this. And you. When I’m done touring, I’ll show you.”

You wanted to believe him. But who were you fooling? When did he get real breaks from work? When was he ever not in the studio or on a promotional schedule? He was always busy… even resting up was a scheduled event. You wouldn’t have him for yourself. You weren’t needy, but it didn’t sound realistic in the slightest. You’d only have time for sex, like just then.

You spoke. “Jay, you don’t have to do that. Let’s leave it alone.”

“Us?” He asked, sighing and pressing your wet foreheads together. He didn’t want you to give up.

You nodded. “I was fine with going slow… It doesn’t complicate this.”

“We already complicated it by sneaking around. You want me to act like this didn’t happen?” He questioned. “With all the chemistry we have in the practice room? On stage? We tried to keep it professional. It didn’t stop us from getting here.

“You… don’t have to fight us on this. I’ll take care of it if shit hits the fan. Trust me.”

Hoseok made your heart beat so viscously that your throat burn, so dry that you couldn’t reject his devotion. He was indeed trying. He was being honest and holding out on you. You never doubted him, but you doubted together. Hearing that he didn’t, hurt.

It stung that you pushed him away. You didn’t want to deal with foolish feelings when the rockstar was so much bigger than this fling. You couldn’t blame yourself for stepping back and wanting to protect your peace and heart… But Hoseok had constantly given you his in the few ways you allowed him.

He didn’t view you how you viewed yourself—a moveable piece on his sets for decorative fun—and it ached your mind that you’d been lying to yourself the whole time. He didn’t deserve his passion to be twisted around by your own fragility. He deserved…

“Okay. I… I trust you.”

Your trust. All of it.

No one knew how long Hoseok had been waiting on you to say it, to give that to him. Except you, deep down. But it’s scary, right? What did he really owe back for that trust? He could throw you to the side whenever someone else he clicked with came around. Who were you to him but a badass dance partner or back-up dancer?

“My love,” he whispered shakily. He was still nose-to-nose, hip-to-hip with you. “Say it again.”

You nudged your nose with his as you met his eyes, swallowing your insecurities and doubt.

“I trust you, Jay.”

It seemed that he took a moment to process your words as the meaning flowed through the blood pumping behind his chest. You were putting your faith into him. After dodging this for months and trying to ward off the inevitable.

He had finally gotten you where you needed to be by playing his cards right, his words, his actions. He was going to hold onto that for as long as he could.

It made him grin that you said it aloud. Just for him. Even the thunderstorm wouldn’t let anyone else hear it.

The rockstar rubbed his nose against yours before tilting his head and tilting your chin to kiss you. There was no rush or lust in the way he brushed his mouth with yours. It was romantic, really. The soft sounds of kissing and groaning amidst the raging rain, suffocatingly breathing each other’s unspoken yet understood love in.

Hoseok pulled away briefly to gaze up at the sky, and you looked, too, the raindrops spiraling as they came down and plopped onto his cheeks. He was having a moment—no doubt the rainy night you first met with him privately after practice. Only now, he didn’t have an umbrella to offer to shield your cloud of hair, just the comfort of his quivering lips and his hands encircling your waist.

“One more time,” he said. “I can’t see you alone again until the next stop.”

“Jay—“ You tried to reason with him and how late you both would be getting back, but he was kissing down your neck and reaching for your leg to hoist on his hip. He pressed the excitement in his pants against your bare pussy, and you couldn’t stop yourself from begging him to pull it out.

Hoseok gave you another mind-blowing orgasm with his slower strokes, fingers pinching your pierced clit, and his teeth on your neck as he fucked you, trying to hold you up on his waist while his hand kept slipping on the wet roof of the car. Your orgasms came quicker, but it felt too fucking good to think about consequences in the middle of it.

“Ah, shiiittt,” Hoseok groaned, jaw clenching, rain droplets dripping off his curly hair and onto your face. You hadn’t noticed what was happening until you felt your and his pressure… Yet, you took it, eyes squeezing shut and your nails peeling the skin of his biceps.

The rockstar had lost it for a second. Foolishly risking a pregnancy and his whole career over a nut.

“You’re gonna trap me, honey girl,” he mumbled, his decision immediately irking him. But he honestly wouldn’t mind being trapped by you.

“I’m not like that, Jay,” you sighed out, sucking on the rain on the plump of his lips. “Trust me.”

Hoseok grinned the prettiest smile.

That smile was yours now.