Imagines | BTS

Goodmorning | J. Hoseok

© the author | short story #1

His breath rushed against my cheek as he snored, raising his arm to my waist. The rows of his pearly white teeth showed. I whispered in his ear-

". . . Hoseok," I kissed his cheek and he mumbled slightly.
". . Y/n" he turned his head to face me and opened his eyes.

His eyes wandered down my body and he bit his lip. I placed my hand against his cheek as his smile grew brighter. His hand moved on my waist to my lower back, pulling me into his embrace. Inhale, exhale, inhale and exhale again. My face grew hotter as I felt his warm embrace as he held me tighter.

"Y/n. . , Goodmorning" His embrace became loose and he looked down on me.

I ran my finger across his jawline,
"Goodmorning" he tucked loose strands of hair behind my ear and I began to play with his.

He relaxed himself as I ran my fingers through his hair. Parting his lips "mhn. . ." he moaned quietly as I continued to stroke his hair gently. I smiled to myself and he began to wrap himself around my torso.

"Do you want to stay in bed all day?" He lowered himself a bit, lifting my shirt, he pressed his lips against my stomach. My stomach was in knots-- he continued to plant his succulent lips on my torso and I couldn't speak. My words were stuck. I couldn't focus on his question but I would only think of his lips becoming lower and lower. He chose one specific spot above my panties and left a dark bruise.

He brought his face up to my level again. "Y/n?" He smiled at my frozen face and came closer, grabbing hold of my waist even more. I can feel his breath on my lips-- cold then hot again. I blushed, "Stay in bed with me?" He says.

His eyes are half lidded, staring down on my lips intensely. "I can't say no," I lowered my tone a bit, "-especially when you look at me like that." I bit down hard on my lip while he leaned in. His lips pressed on mine then the kiss became a bit rough. His tongue glided along my own and he groaned. I put my hand up to his cheek as his lips locked onto mine. As I moan, he presses his lips harder and suddenly parts from me. I'm panting out of breath, "I want more mornings like these." He pecks my lips.

"Me too, but I also don't like tasting someone else's morning breath." I joked and playfully punched his shoulder.

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