Bts imagines PT.3

Hoseok M (request)

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The second my back hits the bed I freeze, looking up at hoseok. I hadn't expected the simple makeout session on the couch to move on to the bedroom with an extremely horny- and hard might I add- Hoseok above and all of my insecurities keeping me from letting him go any further.

It'd been like this for months, every time we would get close I'd shut down on him. It's a wonder he's stayed so long. I didn't deserve him, every single thing about Hoseok is too good for me. What will he think when he sees how I look underneath all of the clothes and the makeup? How disgusted will he be when he find out that I don't have those pretty chop-stick legs? That my thighs actually touch?
What will he look like when he sees my stomach isn't perfectly flat? That you can't see the lines of my hips or ribs like you can on the models.

What if he rejects me?

What if he leaves me?

What if, what if, what if?

"Do you want me to stop?" Hoseok runs his hands up my sides reassuringly.

I heave out a breath, meeting his eyes. "I-I need you to promise me something."

"Anything for you, baby." He laces our fingers together.

I swallow thickly. "Please, just... don't leave me, okay?"

His eyes widen. "Why would I leave you?" He asks, nothing but surprise in his voice.

"I- my body it's not-"

He stops me with a gentle kiss, the slightest pressure against me before pulling away. "Do you really think I care about that?"

"I don't know, before you said you liked girls that had pretty legs and were shorter than I am and I'm just worried that-"

"Stop it." He chastises. "You're my ideal type, you're everything I could've ever wanted."

"You're just saying that..." I trail, breathing getting heavier when he leans down in the crook of my neck. "I'm really scared..."

"I'm not going to hurt you." His fingers glide under the hem of my tee shirt, pooling it up to my ribs before looking up at me for approval.

I don't say anything, closing my eyes as he lifts me up and listening as I hear the thin cotton hit the floor with soft wave. Goosebumps follow his fingers as they travel over my stomach, drawing in a sharp intake of breath when they reach my bra.

And then I hear that hit the floor, along with his shirt and my skirt, all of my insecurities laid out for him. My eyes pop open when I feel his hands on my chin, gently pressing a finger and pulling me up to kiss him, tension seeping from my bones with every one of his breaths.

I let my hands run down his back, heat slowly growing in my core. I moan lightly against his mouth, open to him as his fingers explore the curves and dips of my body, taking his time in branding the spots I'm self conscious about, having me so worked up I can hardly think straight by the time he gets his pants off.

"I'll be gentle, my love. I promise."

I nod, whimpering and digging my nails into the muscles of his back when he begins to push inside. There's already sweat on his brow from the heavy foreplay, beads of it falling from his face to mine as he restrains himself from going all the way in.

"Tell me if you want to stop." He says through clenched teeth.

I mewl when he keeps going, the friction against my walls quickly turning into pleasure as he continues, his pace going from unrushed to infuriatingly slow as my orgasm builds. I moan his name, for him to go faster, Hoseok groaning out of relief when I let him know I'm okay.

I spread my legs wider for him, the feeling of ecstasy making me cry out when he angles himself just right, hitting my sensitive clit with every thrust. I've never felt this amount of satisfaction, the feeling of Hoseok's length pulsing inside of my tight walls.

"Fuck, you feel amazing."

I release a light moan in response, arching myself against him and raking my nails down his back when he somehow manages to go deeper. I catch his eyes when he pulls out slowly, savoring in the feel and look of me writhing beneath him.

"You're so beautiful. Don't let anybody ever tell you different."

And then he's all the way back in, slamming into my sweet spot with such force I'm seeing shapes and colors beneath my clenched eyelids, calling out his name in a loud mess that seeps through the walls of the bedroom.

There's nothing between us anymore, the feeling of pure bliss running from him to me in a continuous streak.

I cry out one last time as I come beneath him, every good thing I've ever felt in my life nothing compared to how he feels moving inside of me, how warm his seed feels as he fills me up, or how completely satisfied I feel when he pulls out and cradles me in his warm, yet sweaty arms.

"Do you understand how truly beautiful you are to me now?"

I nuzzle into his chest. "I love you, Hoseok."

"I love you more, jagi. Thank you, I love you so, so much."