#j-hope

ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha-hooligan!

( 𝓘𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 ) 𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗼𝗸 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿. ˖Ი𐑼⋆ nsfw +++ mdni. no matter how embarrassing your deepest desires might be, your lovely boyfriend will always gladly let you take a seat in your fantasy... even if it means letting you ride his abs right there on the couch.

sitting on the edge of the sofa, you couldn't help but stare at your lap. your fingers tangled nervously in the hem of your shirt, your breathing just a little too shallow, and of course, HOSEOK noticed.

he was currently sprawled next to you, completely shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of loose black shorts because he was allowed to do whatever he wanted in his own home. but looking at the sculpted planes of his chest, the sharp line of his collarbones, the effortless way he exuded warmth, is when it suddenly hit you. how did i actually manage to bag someone like him? what did it even mean that jung hoseok, a global superstar and literal sunshine personified, was your boyfriend?

"baby," he murmured, his deep voice pulling you out of your trance. he leaned closer, his warm breath fanning over your cheek as you pointedly avoided his eyes. "you’re playing with your hands. you only do that when you have something on your mind. you know you can share anything and everything with me, right?"

"it's nothing, hobi," you whispered, face heating up.

"your heart is beating like crazy, though." he let out a low chuckle, reaching out to gently capture your wrists to stop your fidgeting, "tell you what... if you don't tell me in the next three seconds, i'm going to have to tickle it out of you. one... two..."

"i want to try something new!" you blurted out, the words rushing out in a desperate gasp. "i..." you squeezed your eyes shut, your cheeks burning. "i want to ride your abs."

hoseok froze, and his slightly shocked face was priceless. he took a step back mentally, blinking once, then twice. the man looked down at his own toned stomach, then back up at your red-hot face. slowly, a lazy and incredibly smug smirk spread across his lips.

“oh… oh, okay. we’re doing that tonight.”

without another word, he slid backward on the couch, spreading his long arms across the back of the cushions like a king settling onto his throne. his eyes tracked your every move as you hesitantly crawled onto his lap, sliding forward, lowering your soaked pussy directly onto his carved stomach.

you let out a soft gasp at the contact, your thighs trembling as you begin to grind. it was slow, the heat of your wet folds rubbing directly against the defined ridges of his abdomen. your boyfriend let out a low grunt, flexing beneath you, as the sudden pressure made a whimper tear from your throat.

"princess... you’re so wet i can hear it."

you groaned, your head rolling back. through your half-closed eyes, you watched the way your own slick was beginning to coat his golden skin, shining under the dim living room lights. his thick cock was throbbing just inches below you, but his abs were driving you absolutely insane.

"you’re getting off on my fucking stomach right now," hoseok rasped, his hand coming up to grip your hip, guiding your rhythm. "that’s the hottest shit i’ve ever seen."

"h-hobi..." you whined his name, closing your eyes tight as you rolled your hips up and down, the sensation of his flexing muscles pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“keep going, baby,” his thumb caressing your hip bone. “don’t stop until you come. wanna feel that pretty pussy cum make a mess all over me.”

with a broken cry and completely undone by his voice. he watched you with a proud gaze, squeezing your hip as you shuddered, your walls tightening, and when you cum, he doesn't move. just watches before he grabs your wrist and pulls you forward. as you collapsed against his chest, panting and trembling, hoseok wrapped his arms securely around your waist, pulling you close.

"my girl’s got a thing for abs, huh?"

hiding your face in the crook of his neck, a tiny whine slips past your lips as the reality of what you'd just done hits you like a hurricane. you are so incredibly down for this man, so weak for the way he praised you and loved every part of you.

" you did so well, yeah?" hoseok felt you tremble against him. his hands slid down from your hips to grip your thighs, lifting you just enough to align you with the bludge straining against his shorts. "now let's give you the real reward."

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saw him on d1 munich, and this man completely bias wrecked me (and not him having the audacity to do the hip thrust move right in front of my face), so i had to write something !

yoongi is such a well-rounded artist cooking the most mindblowing orgasmic interstellar beats wtf he is literally like this: