Smut (sexy) one shots

J-Hope's (BTS) Recipe for Happiness

Hobi stood in the kitchen, furiously chopping vegetables. The rhythmic sound of the knife hitting the cutting board was almost therapeutic for him, but it also signalled his rising stress levels. The counters were cluttered with ingredients, and the air was thick with the aroma of spices. He loves cooking for me but it's also his healthy way of letting out stress. Now exactly why of the two options, he was in the kitchen was kind of hard to tell.

"Hobi, we need to talk," I said, stepping into the kitchen. My voice was calm, but there was an edge to it.

"Not now," he replied curtly, not looking up from his task. "I need to finish this."

I sighed, frustration bubbling up. "This is exactly what I mean. Every time you're stressed, you bury yourself in either cooking or rehearsals. We never talk about what's really bothering you."

He paused, the knife hovering over the cutting board. "Cooking helps me relax. It's better than arguing, isn't it?"

"But it's not solving anything," I countered. "We can't keep ignoring our problems. I need you to talk to me, not just cook for me."

Hobi finally looked up, his eyes filled with a mix of exhaustion and irritation. "And I need you to understand that this is how I cope. Cooking is my way of dealing with stress. Why can't you just let me have this?"

I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "I get that, but we need to find a balance. I need to feel like we're in this together, not just you in the kitchen or in a dance studio and me waiting for you to finish."

He set the knife down and wiped his hands on a towel. "Okay, let's talk. But can we do it while I cook? It's the only way I can keep my mind clear."

I nodded, a small smile breaking through. "Deal. But you're making my favourite dish."

Hobi chuckled, the tension easing slightly. "Of course. Anything for you."

"First off, you deserve an apology." 

He shakes his head, clearly about to interrupt me again which I didn't like so I spoke again, "Don't. You dare. I was in the wrong and I'm sorry for not showing up for your album reveal, even after I promised you."

It was what happened. Hobi had been working on a new album and wanted me and the other members there to see what the cover would actually be and I promised I'll be there for the reveal but right at the last moment my boss called me in and I couldn't go. He wanted it to be a surprise for everyone and besides me everyone made it.

He turns around and gets back to cooking, now pouring in some onions into the pan. I walk up to him and with his back still facing me I hug him from behind. He stops what he's doing and leans back slightly into the hug. Kissing him on the back of his neck, where he's really ticklish, I apologise once again whilst laughing that too because his laugh makes me laugh. 

He grabs one of my arm and brought me in front of him, picked me up and made me sit on the counter. 

Before apologising once again, because I know how much he wanted me to be there, he spoke. "Stop apologising please. I'm actually glad you didn't come. Yoongi wouldn't stop making fun of it. He thought the album reminded him of a funeral and the vibes were 'too dark' for someone like me."

I have a feeling that's just part of the truth. That maybe what happened but he still wanted me there so I decided to make it up to him.

I put the gas on low heat and turn him around. Kissing his jaw up to his mouth, I work on his trousers trying to pull them down and get on my knees. "We're in the kitchen! We shouldn't..." Whatever he was trying to say clearly wasn't that important when I shoved his dick into my mouth. I couldn't help we both like it hard and rough, so without thinking I did what I wanted. 

I was still in the clothes I was working in; red bottom black heels, black skirt and navy blue top, on my knees and sucking his dick. He couldn't stop moaning each time the tip hit the back of my throat so I focused on doing that more. God, I love it when he moans, it really turns me on. I could feel it, me getting my panties all wet, all by giving him a blowjob. I don't know what it is honestly, even though I'm on my knees right now I'm in control, I have all the power to decide when and if he comes and more importantly where. Thinking that, I slammed my knees shut hoping to get some friction down there and get that throbbing need to lessen. 

Hobi notices, takes his dick out of my mouth and picks me up, placing me onto the edge of the island. He goes onto his knees, before I stop him, "What the hell are you doing?"

"Trying to get eat my dessert. Problem?"

"This is supposed to me apologising. You don't have to do this."

"If you wanna apologise then shut the fuck up and let me eat."

He spreads my legs open so far until it was physically impossible to do so. He didn't hesitate he just drove straight into me with his tongue. He sure had quite the skill with his tongue, he knew just where to lick and suck. He liked to do this thing with me where if he knew I was going to finish he pulls back, bites my inner thigh as a warning and proceeds to use his tongue on me all over again. And that's exactly what he did. Twice. 

God, it was infuriating. But when he has his "dessert" the fact that we both like it equally really gets me going. He was moaning as much as me and probably was getting himself off whilst eating me out. 

"Fuck, baby, I'm so close, please don't stop!"

Hearing that it was like he got even more determined with me and probably decided he'll get me off no matter what in the next minute. 

"I need you to come right now, baby. Do it, please. Cum in my mouth. Now." Him begging like that with such desperation in his voice not to mention the moans he's making whilst eating me out, the combination of the entire thing made my head spin. I ended up coming straight into his mouth and he had no problem in swallowing it all in one go. 

Hobi turned to the gas and switched the entire thing off not bothering about any of the efforts he made on the food. "Not enough, come on, lets go." He spoke whilst lifting me up off the counter and then carrying me to the bedroom.

The rest of the night was us not caring about being hungry, spending it all on our energy in tossing and turning between the sheets for various positions. Sometimes doggy or sometime his favourite, missionary because of the eye contact. We didn't stop, kept going for more, till sunrise was seen and then we passed out in each other's arms completely exhausted from how many we both had orgasms and all the energy we spent.