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J-Hope ( requested)

J Hope-Fanfic? 

Whatcha doin????" Hoseok leaned over a bit too close to your face.

"Nothing..." You moved your phone screen so that he couldn't see what you were doing. Hoseok leaned even closer as you scooted yourself even closer to the end of the sofa.

"Lemme see~~~" he pouted. You ignored him and kept on typing on your phone. That is until he tried reaching to grab your phone. You immediately stood up in retaliation.

"Hoseok, do you know what privacy is?!?" You scolded him, "Why are you even at my house if you aren't even doing homework?"

Hoseok sighed, "Hmmmm...Okay...okay, geez I'll start my homework, (Y/N). But you have to start your homework too. What do you even do staring at that little screen all day?"

"It's none of your business," and you sat back down.

30 minutes into doing his homework, Hoseok obviously felt bored. He stared at you, still on your phone typing who knows what.

You suddenly felt the presence of hot air trickling on your shoulder. You jump up from the couch, leaving your phone behind. Greedy hands snatched it away and you begin to chase Hoseok around. "Stop! Please! Why are you doing this to me?"

'G-dragon's lips crash into yours and you fall into a world of chaos!'" He read off your phone, and he now saw what you never wanted his eyes to see. "Oh shit, my fanfics!" You covered your face in terror. -
Hoseok raised an eyebrow, "is this what you write in your free time?"

"Sometimes..." You cough out, "it's...a hobby."

All he did was nod with a "mhm" kind of expression. You noticed he kept scrolling on your phone.

"Please...don't read more," you pleaded. He totally ignored you and walked into your bedroom. You treaded behind him. All you wanted was your phone...and your dignity. It's all ruined, you thought, he won't respect you as a friend anymore. -
"Hoseok, stop reading. I know you think I'm a freak."

Again, not even a sound came out of his mouth. -
Without warning, Hoseok pushed you against the wall and started nibbling on your neck.

"'And he started attacking her neck'," he breathed. You could feel his deep voice making you shiver from head to toe. -
"Hoseok~"

"Shhhh"

"'He kissed down her neck, to her breasts, her stomach'..." He said while mimicking those same actions, "do remember what happens next, (Y/N)?"

Hoseok grabbed the waist of your shorts. "Of course you know what happens. You wrote it." He slowly began to slip your shorts down your legs.

You breathed heavily. Your fan fiction was coming to life. You didn't know what to expect but at the same time you knew exactly what was going to happen.

"Take off your shirt, babe." Oh yeah, almost forgot that's what happens next. You take off your shirt, , immediately become self-conscious of your chest. Your face is hot, so hot that you feel it in your ears.

"They are so cute, you don't need to cover them," he said. "That's something 'G-dragon Oppa' would say, right?"

"Oh come on..." -

He gently lifted your arms off your chest. He stood back for a while staring at your boobs. His poor innocent eyes...not so "innocent" anymore, you thought. No matter how much he acted like he was experienced with girls, (Which he wasn't) you could still tell he was just as nervous as you were. Though you two were best friends and comfortable with each other, this was exploring new heights.

Hoseok snapped out of his trance. He gently massaged your breasts, trying to make you feel comfortable.

"Does it... feel good??" He asks in a hopeful tone 

[Jhope-ing ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ ]

You moan in response. Grabbing his neck, you pull him into a kiss. His first kiss, in fact. You move your hands to his lower back, desperately trying to pull him closer. Taking off his belt, unbuttoning his pants, pulling them down, you did this all with your own hands. You could now feel his growing bulge against your heat.

You reminded him, "This is the part where you're supposed to—"

"I know," he grinned as he pushed you onto your bed.

He nervously takes of his boxers, bulge springing up in the air.

Oh my—it was your innocent eyes this time.

He slowly backs you into the headboard doing it just how you described it: 'he slowly backs you into the headboard' he reads. Grabbing your panties, he slides them off with ease. Everything was exactly like your fanfic except for the fact that you were scared as hell.

"Hoseok, I've never done anything like this," you confessed.

"Yet you write all about it," he mocked." Neither have I Y/N' he whispers

'You've been a bad girl, I should punish you'.

"Did I say it right?" He continued teasing you, reminding how much you actually liked this.

"Please, Hoseok, just—"

"Fuck me." He said finishing your sentence. He hesitantly spread your legs and pushed into you slowly. You hissed at the feeling of being stretched out. Hoseok looked genuinely worried, he didn't want to hurt you. With a nod, you reassured him that you were okay.

He slowly went in and out of you. In, and out, and in, and out, until it was no longer slow, but instead a faster pace. Those breathless moans were new for the both of you. This feeling was better than anything you've described in writing. It was a feeling...indescribable with words. All you could think was, 'it felt good; too good'. -
"This...is better than all your..."smuts"...isn't it?" Hoseok uttered between breaths.

"Mhm," was all you could mumble out as you bit you lip.

He went deeper and harder, his thrusts perfectly hit that one spot that drove you insane. Without warning, you climaxed, clenching

Change of plans. You didn't "orgasm together". How often does that actually happen anyways?

He pulled out of you when it started to become too much for you. But you wanted to finish him off. You really did. So you pushed him onto the bed and straddled his hips. 'Improvisation time', you didn't need to follow that fanfic you wrote anymore.

Lining yourself up with his needy cock, you sank down on it. As you started bouncing up and down, you quickly got used to those motions.

"Faster...(Y/N)," he groaned. You moved faster in response to this. Hoseok's eyes were shut tight, a sign that he was close. The pleasure you felt was bringing you to a second climax too. And just like that you orgasmed together. You fell on his sweaty chest, satisfied and out of breath. -
"I knew you enjoy this kind of stuff, (Y/N), I could just tell," he panted. "Will you write one about me?"

"No, stupid, not in a million years," you laughed.
Little does he know that you wrote all your fanfics thinking of him.

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AN: Isn't this ironic  >.<

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