(EDITING- Storyline changes a lot)
This is a polyamorous story between all the members of bts. It's gay. It's smutty. It's angsty. And it's fluffy.
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It's my first book so it's obviously cringy.
I can't help but think over Namjoon's words about how I should tell Hoseok about the bad vibes his girl gives me.No not his girl.
Why would I even call her that.
I shake my head off the thoughts of the girl and head up to my room. I need a shower with how I've been sweating all day in the kitchens at the restaurant.
When I get to the hallway on the second floor, I pause when I see the girls silhouette at the door of the guest bedroom. The hallway lights are dimmed which makes it hard to see her face clearly but I know she's looking right at me. I can feel her intense stare on me and it makes my skin crawl and causes the bad kind of goosebumps to break on my skin.
I'm thoroughly creeped out and I can admit to myself that this is weird behavior and it scares me.
Her stares on me in the past two days make me feel dirty and somehow, used. Like she's physically touching me even if we're feet apart. I hate it but I also don't want to assume so I let it go.
A shiver racks through my body before I turn and head up the stairs. Fast. I don’t feel safe with that girl in my home but I don't know if I'm being paranoid.
Now I know what people might think, a grown man like me is scared of a 5'3 little girl. The thing is, I'm not proud of my masculinity either and that has nothing to do with me being gay. I just feel weak. Like I'm not man enough for the world. A lot has been done to me to make me feel like that but I'm grown now and I should be stronger, right?
I make it up to the third floor and decide to head straight for Hobi's door. I need someone with me right now and I know Yoongi and Namjoon are 'busy' with the younger guys.
"Hobi?" I call him while knocking on his door harder than I intended. I guess I'm still kinda freaked out by the girl who was staring at me from the shadows which is why I can't help but look around to make sure she didn't follow me.
This is ridiculous she hasn't even interacted with me past introductions so why am I acting like this. My gut is telling me to stay as far away from her as possible but she's in my home.
"Coming!" Hobi calls from inside, breaking me from my paranoia with his voice and I wait patiently for him.
The second he opens the door, I'm onto him. Smashing my lips onto his and pulling his body flush into mine. I can tell I caught him by surprise because he doesn't respond to the kiss for a few seconds, but when I attempt to pull back his lips follow me.
I feel guilty that I might be using him to get rid of the feeling her stare caused on my body but I can't help it. I need him.
His one hand is holding me by the nape of my neck with his fingers buried into my hair while the other is placed on my hip, he deepens the kiss. He pushes his tongue forcefully past my lips and teeth and intertwines it with mine making me groan into the kiss.
My hand that I had on the small of his back travels down and grabs his ass hard making him moan into the kiss.
I feel his hard cock against me and rub my own hardening length against his. When he moans again, I suck his tongue into my mouth and grab his ass harder.
I want to feel his skin.
As if he read my thoughts, Hobi pulls back a little to pull my shirt over my head and throw it somewhere behind him. His hands caress my chest, pecs and shoulders, his swollen lip caught between his teeth as he admires my body. My face flushes with a blush at the undeniable lust for me on his face.
The feeling of being desired erases the disgust I felt for myself from having that girl looking at me like I was a piece of meat.
The feeling of his hands on my skin makes me even harder and I pull him back into me, kissing him again with bruising force.
"Take off your clothes, baby." I command him lightly while closing the door, that was left open in our frenzied make out session, not registering the figure lurking in the hallway in my lust-filled haze.
Hoseok obediently takes off his sweatpants, which is the only piece of clothing he was wearing. I admire his lean physique and beautiful honey skin tone. His thin waist with the perfect amount of muscle and defined abs from dancing makes my cock jerk in my own sweatpants and I groan.
"God, you're so beautiful." I can't resist to tell him and he smiles his big radiant smile, a shy flush on his high cheekbones.
I can't help but smile back at him because Hoseok's smile is really contagious and makes me feel all fuzzy and warm inside. I love him so much and he doesn't even know that. Not yet.
"Thank you." He says, sounding very shy like he wasn't eating my face a minute ago.
"Come here, baby." I tell him and the beautiful blush on his face intensifies.
He struts over to me in all his naked glory. His natural dancer elegance does things to me. And he's looking very delectable might I add.
When he gets close enough, I pull him to me again. The feeling of his warm, soft skin on mine is heavenly and I soak up the feeling like a sponge.
"Do you want me to fuck you or just cuddle?" I ask him even though we're both unbelievably hard right now. I honestly feel like any form of skin contact will satisfy me right now but I want him to decide.
"Both sound appealing but I'm in the mood to receive tonight and I want it hard and fast." He says in a sultry voice sounding every bit the bold guy he is. My own wet dream.
"You're so shameless. I love it." I tell him before I put both of my hands on his shoulders and push him down until his face is right in front of my crotch. "I want that pretty throat first, though."
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