His Hidden Legacy~ Vhope

A Dream Too Real.

Authors pov

Steam filled the bathroom, the mirror fogged, and droplets of water trickled down the tiles like they carried the heat of the moment. Hoseok’s back was pressed against the cold bathroom wall, contrasting sharply with the warmth of the man holding him up. His thighs were locked tightly around the stranger’s waist, trembling under the unrelenting grip that dug into his soft flesh.

The sound of water hitting the tiles mingled with Hoseok’s ragged moans and cries. His hands scrambled at the slippery surface behind him, desperate for something to hold onto as his body arched into every powerful thrust.

“Fuck, sir, please—don’t stop!” Hoseok’s voice was high and pleading, breaking into soft sobs of pleasure. Tears mixed with the water streaming down his face, his mind barely able to keep up with the overwhelming sensations coursing through him.

The man grunted, his breath hot against Hoseok’s ear as he leaned closer. His deep voice sent shivers down Hoseok’s spine, the low timbre curling in his stomach like a flame. “You like that, don’t you?” he growled, punctuating his words with another hard thrust.

Hoseok’s nails scraped against the wall, his body jolting as he cried out, “Yes! Yes, I love it!” He was losing himself, drowning in the pleasure that made his limbs feel like jelly and his mind a foggy mess.

The stranger’s hands were everywhere—gripping Hoseok’s thighs, sliding up his sides, pressing against his waist to hold him in place as he rocked into him with reckless abandon. Hoseok’s legs shook, his toes curling as his head fell back against the wall with a thud.

The man’s lips ghosted over Hoseok’s neck, biting and sucking just enough to leave marks that would linger long after the dream was over. Hoseok whimpered, tilting his head to give him more access. He didn’t even care that he couldn’t see the man’s face clearly, only feeling his touch, his heat, his strength.

“Good boy,” the man murmured, his nails digging into Hoseok’s thighs. “So tight, so perfect for me.”

Hoseok’s entire body shuddered at the praise, his hands sliding up to clutch at the man’s shoulders. His own voice sounded foreign to him, breathless and raw as he begged, “More, sir, please! I need more!”

The man obliged, adjusting his angle, and Hoseok screamed. Stars burst behind his eyes, his vision blurring as pleasure overwhelmed him. His thighs tightened around the man’s waist, his nails biting into his skin as he clung to him desperately.

But just as he felt himself teetering on the edge of release, his body trembling with anticipation, a sharp, jarring sound shattered the illusion.

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Hoseok bolted upright in bed, his heart hammering against his ribs as his breath came in shallow gasps. His sheets were tangled around his legs, and his body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

The pounding knock on his door came again, followed by his mother’s sharp voice. “Hoseok! Get up! You’re going to be late for school!”

“I’m coming!” Hoseok shouted back, his voice cracking. He winced, realizing how shaky it sounded.

He waited until he heard her footsteps retreat down the hall before collapsing back against his pillows, his chest rising and falling as he stared blankly at the ceiling. His mind raced, trying to process the vivid dream he’d just had.

“That didn’t just happen,” he whispered to himself, his cheeks burning as he shifted under the covers.

The memories of the dream refused to leave his mind, each image sharper and more vivid than the last. His body still tingled with phantom sensations, and the evidence of his dream clung to his skin. Groaning, he threw the covers off and swung his legs over the side of the bed.

Reaching for his phone on the bedside table, Hoseok hesitated for only a moment before dialing Namjoon’s number.

It rang twice before Namjoon’s familiar voice came through. “Hello, babe,” he answered groggily.

Hoseok swallowed hard, his voice dropping to a whisper as he said, “I just had a wet dream… about the guy who, you know, recently…”

There was a long pause on the other end of the line. Hoseok could practically hear the gears turning in Namjoon’s head before he let out an ear-splitting scream.

“BABE, WHAT THE F—!”

Hoseok yanked the phone away from his ear, wincing at the volume. Namjoon’s voice continued to shriek through the speaker.

“I KNEW IT! I TOLD YOU THIS WOULD HAPPEN!” Namjoon shouted. “Details, now! Don’t you dare leave me hanging!”

Hoseok groaned, pressing a hand to his burning face. “Namjoon, I—”

“No excuses!” Namjoon cut him off. “Did he hold your waist? Your hips? Was it hot? Did he—”

“Stop!” Hoseok cried out, mortified. “It was just a dream!”

Namjoon gasped dramatically. “Babe, if it was that vivid, it means your body is telling you something.”

Hoseok flailed his legs dramatically  with a groan. “I hate you,” he muttered.

“And I love you,” Namjoon replied cheerfully. “Now spill.”