Hoseok just really wants you to forget about your party
Slightly smutty but not really?? A little bit of dirty talk
which is kinda my favourite thing
Word count: 732
“Don’t look at me like that Hoseok.” Your tone held the frustration you were feeling but he merely smirked at you from the bed.
“Look at you like what?” He feigned innocence, watching you run in and out of the room in your underwear frantically.
“You know what!” The next time you enter the room, he’s stood waiting for you, arms outstretched.
“Come here, baby,” he said with a chuckle. Pouting, you walked towards him, his chest warm against your cheek and his arms a secure warmth that never failed to make you melt into his embrace.
“Did you hide it?” You asked. “I won’t be mad, but this party is important to me, so if you hid it, could you just tell me where it is?” He squeezed you a little harder at the question, bending and kissing along your shoulder.
“I didn’t hide your dress, but I can see that it’s on a clothes hanger on the back of the door.”
With a sigh of relief you moved to leave Wonho’s embrace, only for him to pull your back to his chest. Delicate fingers played with the waistband of your black panties. About to voice your exasperation you were quickly cut short when the electric feeling of his soft lips was felt against your neck.
“Just stay for a little bit, at least long enough for me to go down on you… Twice.” He tongued at your collarbone, the atmosphere slowly getting a little hotter between you two. For a few seconds you were caught, the way your boyfriend was licking and kissing at your skin clouding your mind in the best way possible, all thought of the business party you had to go to out of the window. Heat shot through your body when his hand slid down the front of your underwear and his index finger brushed your clit. You pulled away with hot cheeks.
“Not right now, Hoseok.” He pouted behind you, watching your ass shake as you walked to the door and pulled your dress down before stepping into the soft material. Graciously, he zipped the back of your dress up, seductively whispering, “You just look so fuckable right now, like you just want to be bent over and fucked until you see stars.” He was used to getting his own way when he used words like that. He could sense your resolve swaying so he continued. “If i unzip this dress and put my hand down your panties, will you be wet? I think you would be. I could sit you on your dresser and eat you out until you’re shaking and sweating,” his wandering hands ran up your sides, cupping your breasts and squeezing them in his palms as his lips kissed your neck between every few words. His voice was low and seductive and everything that made your head spin. The cheeky little shit wasn’t about to let up either.
“I could help you relax. Maybe even a quick fuck if you’re a good girl and do what I say. You know how much you love it when I’m on my knees in front of you, worshipping your pretty pussy like you know I should.” He decided to push his luck and reinforce his point about just how willing he is, how you would both enjoy it, by grinding against your ass and a small gasp escaped your lips before you could think to stop it. He thought he had you. He really thought he had you.
With an elegance he wasn’t even sure you possessed, you slipped from his loosening hold with a cheeky smirk and and unnecessary sway of your hips. His face was a picture of betrayal and thinly veiled lust, his hands reaching to keep your warmth as close as possible. Nothing was going to get in the way of the plans you already had, despite his protestations.
“I think it’s time you learnt some patience, baby, you can’t always have it your way you know?” He opened his mouth to protest, to get you to reconsider but you had already grabbed your purse. “No having fun while I’m gone okay, no matter how much you think about my pretty pussy. Bye baby.” You called over your shoulder, leaving a pouty, horny, frustrated Hoseok standing in your room, wishing you were with him. He really thought he had you.