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Namjoon’s party wasn’t as big as you feared it would be, which is why you’re kind of enjoying it. It’s good to see people you attended school with back in the day, good to see they’ve been doing well, good to know you’re not the only one who hasn’t got everything figured out. It’s also good to see Hoseok, no matter how much you’ve missed the man.

It’s been years since you’ve slept with him last, years since you two even talked, yet your heart skips a beat the second your eyes meet. He is Namjoon’s friend, so you should have expected he was going to be there, yet you let it take you by surprise.

He was the first one to move, to approach you, to stop staring and just come over, greeting you with a big smile and a warm hug, one that lasted a couple of seconds too long for two people who always pretended to be mere acquaintances.

“I’m glad you could make it tonight,” he tells you with a grin. “Let’s have a drink and catch up unless you have other plans.”

Considerate as always, Hoseok gives you a plan B, a way out, an excuse you can use to get away from him if you want to—but you don’t. There’s no one you want to talk to more than him, and you both seem to be aware of that. While he fixes you a drink in the crowded living room and takes you out to the balcony for some privacy, you notice how much he’s changed.

Back then, he dressed like he wanted to be a rapper—baggy clothes, eccentric accessories, outfits that ate him up and made him seem tiny. His hair was all over the place, but you liked it. Now, he looks a lot more put together, wearing something equally eccentric, only this outfit suits him perfectly, shows off his firm body, gives you a glimpse of his chest because the shirt is almost halfway unbuttoned. His hair is swept away from his face, which suits him better, so you compliment him on that when you two sit on the recliners outside and start drinking together.

“Thank you, thank you,” he shoots you a meaningful glance, “happy to hear you like it, I do too.”

“You seem to have changed a lot. In a good way,” you note, sipping on your drink and wondering why you suddenly feel years younger. It’s funny that you feel completely comfortable around Hoseok despite not talking to him in years. You don’t know the first thing about him now.

“I think you’ll find it’s just the same old me under all of this fanciness,” he jokes, biting his lip as he looks at you. “You look just as gorgeous as ever. You don’t really have to try and you get all eyes on you when you show up.”

You scoff, looking into your glass instead of at him. That’s Hoseok for you—always full of compliments, single-handedly building your confidence from scratch, making you feel special. You guess he wasn’t lying, some things about him would never change. “All eyes on me? That’s a bit of a stretch, Hobi.”

Your use of the nickname makes him smirk at you. “Well, you’re right, I shouldn’t speak for others. My eyes are on you, though.”

“Mhm,” you hum and nod, engaging in a smirking contest with him.

“I hope that’s enough,” he adds, making your breath hitch in your throat. Clearly, a couple of things haven’t changed, one of them being his shameless flirting.

“You do?” You scoot over closer, looking at him questioningly. “Why?”

“Uhm, can I be honest?” Hoseok waits for your nod before continuing. He only does after he leans in so much that your faces are almost touching. “I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do now.”

“Jung Hoseok!” you exclaim, placing your hand over your heart and feigning surprise. “That’s so improper!”

He laughs, shaking his head. “Well, each of my thoughts about you is improper. So we might have a problem.”

“That’s nothing that can’t be fixed,” you play along, realizing you’re going home with him tonight. You’re staying at your friend’s place over the weekend while you’re in town, but that doesn’t mean you can’t go over to Hoseok’s for old times’ sake.

“I recommend fixing it at my apartment,” he suggests with a grin. “The problem can be discussed at length in the privacy of my home.”

“And what excuse would you have me use to go there?”

“If you don’t want to admit that you’re still madly in love with me,” Hoseok flashes you a grin, knowing very well, “just say something like… You need a place to stay for the night.”

“Namjoon knows I’m staying with a friend.”

Despite that being true, you two go home together, sneaking out when no one’s looking. Somehow, you’re taken years back into the past when you did this all the time, when it became a habit to sneak out early and go meet up with him, make out on the way there, maybe have sex at a secluded place because you couldn't wait.

Tonight you can’t wait either, but you don’t want this to be a back alley quickie. So, you keep your hands to yourself—other than the cock grabbing you do in the back of the cab—until you reach his apartment. When you get inside, all bets are off, and so are your clothes not even a minute in.

Naked and excited, you two kiss hungrily and stumble over to his bedroom. “I’ve missed this a lot,” you confess as Hoseok’s hands touch you all over, unable to keep it to yourself.

One second, they’re grabbing your tits and playing with your nipples. The next, they are grabbing handfuls of your ass, squeezing it, before moving down between your legs. All of it feels perfect, all of it makes you moan and groan, makes you return the favor.

You did miss him and you realize just how much right now. How did every other guy fade in comparison to Hoseok, who you haven’t been with in years, who hasn’t even touched you properly even now? Yet, he firmly remains the best, the one who works your body like magic.

Hoseok goes a step further than you when he admits, “I’ve missed you so fucking much.”

He didn’t miss this whole thing of you two hooking up—he missed you, and you’re not sure what to do with that information. It’s late, you’ve been drinking, and you’re way too invested in this idea of having sex with him to talk about feelings.

So, you push him down on the bed and cock your head to the side. “Yeah? Want to show me?”

Hoseok laughs heartily and moves up on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows so he can smirk at you. Everything about his body turns you on, every single detail, the firmness of his thighs, the smooth chest, the hard cock that’s resting on his stomach, in desperate need of your attention. Your mouth waters while you wait for him to say something, but it’s well worth the wait.

“Come and sit on my face and I’ll show you how much I missed you,” he finally speaks in a tone that makes you want him even more.

It doesn’t take you long to crawl over his body and sit on his face, on his awaiting tongue, riding it while your clit rubs against his nose. You’ve done this many times before with Hoseok, and it still feels just as good—his mouth on you, hands groping your thighs and ass, your hands grabbing the headboard so you can start moving when you feel your orgasm approaching.

It all feels good, warm and familiar, comfortable. It’s been years, yet he remembers exactly what you like. Does that mean you haven’t changed at all? Maybe, but he’s one of the only people who can always get you to orgasm fast.

Hoseok proves this tonight too. When you feel you’re close, you start moving your hips, bucking them into his face, groaning and moaning as you grip his hair. “Shit, your tongue feels so good, please, keep going, you’ll make me co— Fuck!”

The second your hips stop involuntarily jerking towards his face, Hoseok pushes your thighs down, making you crawl downward until you’re positioned right over his dick. “Fuck, I can’t wait to feel you,” he grunts the confession at you, your excitement smeared over his lips and chin.

He gets the condom on pretty fast, even though you’re distracting him by sucking on his neck and squeezing his balls. The second the condom is on, he pushes it inside of you, allowing you to sink on it fully. The stretch is just perfect like you remember, and the feeling continues even when you start riding him, when your hips move first in circles and then up and down.

“God, baby, please keep moving like that,” Hoseok urges you, one hand on your tit, the other on your ass. “Show me how well you take it.”

“Like this?” You know exactly what he wants so you rest your palms next to his knees, feet next to his hips and lean backward, allowing Hoseok a good look at your naked crotch, at your cunt swallowing his erection fully. You’re so wet from his mouth that his cock makes wet noises when it enters you, squelching filling the room. You know it’s something that just gets the man under you going. “Yeah, that’s what you like right? Want to see it in me…”

His hands grab your hips to help you lift them. “That’s right, be a good girl and ride it… Next round, you pick the position.”