Kpop x Male!Reader One-Shots

Your Number 1 Fan (J-Hope x Idol!Dancer!Reader) *SMUT*

(A/N: SO, your author is not a fucker, she is a fuckee. She receives the dick, she doesn't give the dick ((BECAUSE SHE HAS NO DICK TO GIVE)) but if this sucks im sorry and lmao tysm for helping me Ren. If you read this i love your you and existence. On another note, on to the story! BTW COVER YOU EYES LITTLE KIDDIES BECAUSE THIS IS SMUT ok bye)

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(Name) sat in a dance studio, completely drained and beaten down. For the past seven hours, the male had thrown himself behind the walls of a dance studio, he was determined to learn and perfect the Daeil's part in 'Super Fly', by 24K. (A/N: ok daeil is a little baby back bitch. On Mark's (nct) birthday, he told everyone he was leaving 24K, and i don't even know 24K that well but istg i wanted to cry, punch daeil, and wish daeil for the best in life. Ily Daeil he's so extra). It had slowly approached dusk, and Hoseok, (name)'s boyfriend, had been growing more and more worried by the moment. "Where the hell is my boyfriend?" Hoseok asked aloud, knowing no one would answer him. Based upon (name)'s only hobby, Hoseok easily knew where he was.

"The dance studio! I'm so stupid!" He chuckled, hitting himself in the head. "It's getting pretty late, I should probably drag him home..." Hoseok thought. The male briskly grabbed a pair of slip-on vans, grabbed his keys, and headed out the door. Though he was going out into public, he could've cared less to put on a heavy jacket, sun glasses, and a mouth mask (A/N: Mouth mask??? Face mask???) when it was about 65 degrees outside and it was already nearing dark. He simply left the house in a T-Shirt and a pair of basketball shorts, refusing to wear anything more.

He stepped outside, letting the cool air envelope him. A sigh of peace left the idol as he strode to the car, opening the driver's side door and getting in. He stuck the key into the ignition and turned, the car letting out a somewhat soft purr and he did so. Hoseok smiled again, rolling down his windows before anything else and turning the radio off, letting the whisking of the wind and the sounds of the outdoors be the melody he listened to.

The 25 minute drive seemed way longer than it actually was, and by that point in time, Hoseok just wanted his boyfriend so they could go home and cuddle while watching a Disney movie. The idol stepped out the car, swiftly hopping out the car, and running into the dance studio. Hoseok didn't bother taking the key with him, figuring it was going to be a simple in-and-out thing (A/N: y̶o̶u̶ ̶k̶n̶o̶w̶ ̶w̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶e̶l̶s̶e̶ ̶m̶o̶v̶e̶s̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶a̶n̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶o̶u̶t̶ ̶m̶o̶t̶i̶o̶n̶). Little did he know, he'd be there for quite some time (A/N: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ).

Hoseok had enter the building that was the dance studio, waving sheepishly to lady at the front desk. Bianca was her name, and Hoseok knew it. The only reason he knew it was because there had been countless other times the idol would have to drag his boyfriend out of a dance room. "He's in the third room to your left." Bianca chuckled, leaning on the front desk. "Ah! Thanks, Bianca!" Hoseok smiled, speedily making his way to said room. From outside the room, you could hear the loud music. Hoseok sighed, shaking his head with a smile. (A/N: Assuming you're character is a tall kiddo because he's a dom, and doms are tall, you're kinda gonna tower over Hobi).

Hoseok opened the door, getting ready to scold (name). "Hey loser let's-" Hoseok's statement was cut short when he caught a glimpse of (Name)'s appearance. Fuck, was (name) hot. There said man was, in loosely fitted tank top and a pair of sweats. His hair had been demolished, delivished, and a mess. Sweat cascading down his neck and his chest rising and falling heavily. If only Hoseok could have (name) on top of him, (name) pounding into him roughly as he practically screamed out in pleasure-

"Hobi-ah!" (Name) yelled from across the dance studio. "What's up?" He asked, grinning bashfully. "W-We need to g-go home..." Hoseok stuttered, his face heating up slightly and a barely noticeable tent forming in his pants from the thought. That doesn't mean the tent wasn't noticed by (Name). (Name) wasn't stupid. From the blush on Hoseok's face to the stuttering and the tent in his pants, (Name) could only assume his boyfriend was horny. He decided to play it off in naivety. "Your face is red, Hobi," (Name) told, approaching Hoseok. "You look feverish as well." (Name) placed the backside of his left hand on Hoseok's forehead. "Are you feverish-" (Name) was cut off by the sharp gasp that came from Hoseok when he rubbed Hoseok's clothed erection. "Or are you horny?"