#bf!hoseok

Music flows from the speakers on the desk before you—Hoseok hums along as you whine. You throw your head back onto his shoulder, and he ignores you. 

“Hobi,” you huff as you try to move your hips but his hands grip your hips tighter. He remains silent as the song continues. He’s in work mode. However, he’s very aware of how wet you are, how warm you feel wrapped around his cock.

Hoseok won’t give you the pleasure you seek. Not yet at least. 

“Keep still,” he demands as he plays a song snippet. He bops his head to the beat. “That’s good.”

You need some sort of stimulation. Anything to keep you from fucking yourself on his cock. 

Hoseok moves your hands, he settles them around his neck. “Keep them there for me, love. Be good for me.”

You moan. Hoseok’s hands run down your body, one settling on your breast and the other between your thighs. 

 “Hobi,” you moan his name as your thighs tremble when his finger circles your clit. His lips kiss your bare shoulder as he whispers pure filth to rile you up. You do your best not to squirm on his lap but it’s nearly impossible.

Hoseok’s fingers are magical as they toy with your clit. Heat flushes across your cheeks as you lean against him. 

“It’s so easy to rile you up, baby. You’re so wet and needy.” Hoseok chuckles darkly as he sucks on your neck while rubbing your clit. You tighten around him, digging your hand into his hair. He grunts, cursing your name as your breathing changes and you cum on his cock. 

He smiles, “What a good girl.”

Hoseok smirked between your legs. He pulled them off the side of his head with a chuckle. You’re soaking wet, dripping on the sheets.

“One more, baby?” Hoseok asks with a grin. He’d deny you three orgasms now, the last denial was a little too close but Hoseok knew all your tells so he was able to stop just before it hit.

“Fuck, please,” you whine as you wriggle your hips. His hands grip your thighs, his rings digging into your heated skin. You arch your back, near tears as you try to calm your panting. 

You were so close. You had felt the euphoria rushing through your veins before Hoseok pulled away from your cunt.

But you loved it. Loved the thrill of getting there, even when it was ripped away just for your boyfriend to build you back up with his talented tongue or fingers. He knew how to get you off, and could easily do it in his sleep if he so wanted to (and you) but the thrill was in taking it away.

A cocky smile lights up Hoseok’s face. “Should I let you come this time, love? Or do you want to see how long you can hold off?”

“Please, let me come! We can go for the record next time,” you moan when he sinks between your thighs, your legs thrown over his shoulders. Your hands grip his black hair, moaning when his tongue teases your clit.

His fingers tease your entrance, sinking in when he sucks your clit and you moan, trying to fuck his face. Hoseok curses, moaning when he tastes you on his tongue. He could easily stay right here all night, watching you squirm. Listening to your moans, and how sweet his name rolls off your tongue.

“Hoseok! Hobi!” you arch your back, his hair receiving a rough tug. You’re breathing has changed, your thighs tremble in his hand and your pussy clenches his fingers. 

You’re so worked up, you know you can’t hang on much longer and Hoseok fucks you through it with his tongue and fingers.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me,” Hoseok murmurs, diving right back in until you’re squeezing his head, coming on his tongue and writhing beneath him until you see stars when your eyes flutter shut.

“Fuck,” Hoseok curses when he looks at you laying boneless on the bed. He ignores the throbbing of his cock as you open your eyes slowly to smile at him.

“Your turn.”