#high ask

Imagine it. 2020 and guess what came back in a medley at the concerts? No More Dream. Guess what came back with it? The outfit… When you started dating Hobi, he was up to his elbows in the Persona era, but you were, of course, well aware of his many forms. The first time you saw it, really saw it, you were star struck and punched straight through the chest. Nothing prepared you for seeing this on stage, through your tv screen, but nothing prepared for something quite like this. The time between the original stage and now was drastic and before you were seven fully grown men dancing to the dance break of your wet dreams. Hobi stood before you, on stage, dripping with sweat and  never missing a beat. Tight, ripped black jeans hugged his thighs. A black t-shirt tucked snugly into the top of his jeans and a studded coat donned his shoulders. Around his neck hung two, delicate gold chains but all your eyes could focus on were his exposed knees. The rip of his pants was just high enough for you to see the beginnings of the muscles in his thighs.

You had opted for floor seats tonight, so here you were, a little way back in the crowd and watching with your jaw on the floor just like everyone else around you. A hardcore Hobi fan happened to be standing next to you and you both screamed together as the first notes of the song began.

“OH MY GODDDDDDDD!!! HOBI IN THIS DANCE BREAK!” she screamed beside you.

You were suddenly very hot. Your skin flushed so hotly that you almost felt cold and you felt an intense need so strong inside of you, that you were almost confused. Then it happened. All the screams around you were drowned out as your mind seemed to slow down, the shouts reducing to a low roar, and your vision seemed to blur at the edges as you only focused on him. Hobi was giving it his all it seemed. It was the first show after all. The way he moved tonight almost seemed like he knew you were watching. Of course, he knew you were in the crowd, but you never told him where you would be. On occasion, he had accidentally found you and waved like a goon. You never waved back lest you be attacked in a sea full of ARMY.

You spent the rest of the concert pacing the back area, wandering outside for fresh air, and then starting it all over again. You had to leave the cramped environment and the screaming girl beside you before you had a full blown panic attack. You hadn’t been this turned on for some time, but god damn did that dance break get to you. When the concert was over, you stood closer to where they would be coming off stage and into the rest and food area waiting to welcome them. They came sooner than you expected, tumbling into the room, all arms as they hugged and Jimin came in on the back of Jungkook. Hobi walked in with Namjoon laughing about something so he had yet to notice you. When he did, though, he was leaping and bounding across the room to gatheryou in his arms. Pinned against his chest, you looked up and he leaned down tokiss you. Even though he had your arms pinned at your side, you tried to givethe kiss your all. He was breathless when he pulled back from you.

“What’s gotten into you?” he asked, looking into your blown pupils as he still held you snugly against him. All you could do was stare up into his face, too caught up with emotions and horniness to even give a response a second thought. But Hobi didn’t need an explanation to know exactly what you were feeling. “Let us take the picture.” He kissed your forehead before releasing you and skipping back over to the couch where everyone else had their banners ready for the group picture. Maybe two minutes had passed when Hobi was on you again, grabbing your hand, and pulling you back into the hallway. He pulled on the first door he came to and luckily it opened wide. Inside looked to be an old breakroom converted to a dumping ground of odd furniture that had no use. He pulled you to the nearest couch and onto his lap. His hands were immediately on your ass as you straddled him and ground your core against him.

“Fuck,” he whispered. You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, wanting to get impossibly close as you moved your hips against him.

Your lips were on his again as you kissed him passionately. With your body humming a tune only Hobi seemed to hear, he thrust upwards against you and you cried out at the pleasure that dimly shot through you. You were a few layers of cotton away from what you wanted. He pushed you upwards and reached for the band of the sweats he had slipped on when he’d gotten off stage, pulling them down enough to get them to his knees. Above him, you were also removing clothes.

“Leave your panties on,” he panted as his cock sprang free.

“Ready when you are,” you said against his lips, raising your hips above him.

He grabbed the base of his cock and pulled your panties aside, lining himself with your entrance.

“Sit on it, baby.”

You sank down slow, even though you wanted to fall on his cock and never get back up ever again. Hobi’s head fell back against the couch causing his hair to fluff up and fall to the sides.

“Oh, fuck, just ride me baby I can practically feel you shaking.” He half breathed out, half moaned everything he said, eyes closed, and enjoying the feeling of you around him.

You braced yourself on his shoulders as you tried to find a pace good for you. It was only maybe a minute before Hobi had your left ass cheek in one hand, gripping tightly, and the other on the back of your neck forcing your face down to his. Your lips came down hard on his as his tongue quickly slipped into your mouth. He began to thrust up into you with such force you were practically bouncing on his dick as he used your ass cheek as leverage to pull you onto him.

“I’m g-gonna c-c-come,” you hiccupped as he hit harder and harder against your g-spot.

“Then fucking do it,” he growled.

Images of him during the dance break played across the backof your eyelids as you closed your eyes. You subconscious seemed to have stored away some details you missed, or you were just making up what you wanted to see. This time, you could see in detail the sweat rolling down his face and the way his hair stuck to the back of his neck. His tongue darted out to the corner of his mouth…and that cocky grin, that fucking cocky ass grin he alwaysdid. You came hard. Body shaking, mind numbing, moaning out through clenched teeth, hard.

“Fuuuck, baby, tell me what you’re thinking about,” he said brokenly.

Your body was still being battered. Hobi could endure anything, even after a concert. Still clinging to his shoulders and bouncing at such a steady speed, you spoke.

“Y-you in that f-fucking No More D-Dream dance break.”

Hobi thrust faster. He may have always made fun of Jimin’s praise kink, but you never told anyone Hobi’s secret. He always liked to ask you what you were thinking about as he was fucking you because it usually involved him in some form or another.

“That’s what got you all worked up?” His white shirt was entirely soaked through with sweat. His hair stuck to his forehead and he could barely open his eyes.

“Seeing you up there dancing like that? I wanted to fuck you immediately.”

“Oh, fuck,” he breathed as his thrusts slowed but seemed to go deeper. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.” He came with a loud grown, pulling you down on him as far as he could go, and spilled inside of you.

“That…that was good,” you panted.

“Yea? Now I know what video to casually put on next time I want to get you wet.”