BTS SMUT ONESHOTS *AMBW*

Longing- JHope

"You want me to get you an Uber?" I asked the nameless stranger, not even dismounting him yet. I got up and went to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror as I emptied the contents of my diaphragm into the sink. I looked like hell; makeup smudged and fresh claw marks on my chest from another meaningless fuck I was already regretting. I didn't even get off. Son of a bitch barely did either, he had a hard enough time keeping it up. I finished myself off, cheek pressed against the cold bathroom wall. I could hear the front door close, I exhaled, relieved. What the hell am I doing with myself? Sure, I go to class everyday, I even make an all A Dean's List. Besides that, my time is spent partying and hooking up with random people. So when my bff Poppy asked me to move with her for a job, I didn't hesitate. I had nothing to lose.

I transferred to Hanyang University to continue my studies while Poppy worked as a lighting tech for a boy band called BTS. Poppy really likes her job, had amazing perks and benefits so if she was happy, I was happy. Poppy always came home with tales of the members. She had grown really close with Hoseok bka JHope. He started making small appearances at our apt, just to hang out. I was not one to cockblock, so when he was around I'd make myself scarce. After months of him visiting, I asked Poppy what was going on with them, I was just dying to know. She informed me they were just friends. I assumed she was just trying to save his ass and left it alone. One day she asked me to come to a set to help her with some things. It was fun just being part of the hype. First thing I noticed was JHope. He was so smooth with everything he did. I couldn't keep my eyes off him. I also noticed how affectionate he was towards the youngest, Jungkook. So that's why him and Poppy were just friends. He had to be gay and obviously smitten with the Maknae. They were always tucked in a corner together. There was always some connection between them, whether it be a hug, holding hands or just laying across each other. I assumed a few of them were in relationships for each other. I figured it ain't none of my business and carried on.

Hoseok came over again and was hanging out with Poppy. I walked into the kitchen, looking for my next meal. "Hey Y/n! How you doin today?" Hoseok greeted me. "Sup Hoseok." "Wow. So formal still? My friends call me Hobi." A wide grin covered his face. "I didn't mean to be rude. We've only met a few times and never hung out, so I just assumed we were on formal terms." Poppy interjected "Oh my God Y/n, you should totally come with me and Hobi to hang out." I politely declined and went back to my room with a hot pocket. That night Poppy later told me how bummed JHope was that i didn't go with them, and he thinks I don't like him. I explained it was nothing personal. I just didn't think we'd have anything in common, so why force it. I explained to Poppy I was probably a little extra compared to the people he's used to being around. Poppy told me I was being super judgemental and to stop being a bitch. I rolled my eyes and changed the subject. The next time Hobi came over he personally invited me to a pool party he was hosting. Poppy begged me to go so she'd know someone, so I did her a solid and found the cutest suit I could and went.

When we got to the party I already was so annoyed because of the music. Music sets the tone, and while the music wasn't bad, it wasn't what I wanted to shake my ass to. Nevertheless, after a few drinks I had loosened up and began to dance. I swayed my hips back and forth, and of course my bestie joined. We danced for a minute just being silly and bopping. Then my fave song came on and we became alive. Me and Poppy had a full twerk contest. Normally I'd leave Poppy in a daze from my 'ass throwing' skills. But I tried to be a bit less graphic than usual, as I didn't want to offend anyone. Before I knew it, Poppy and I both had gained dance partners. JHope and Jungkook had sandwiched Poppy and I between them. My front was pressed against JK, while my back grazed Poppy, as she grinded with JHope. At some point, I turned around and I swear me and JHope made eye contact for at least 45 seconds while I was in a split. I figured he was pissed that his boyfriend was beginning to pitch a tent on my account. I excused myself from the dance and hopped in the pool. I avoided JHope and JK for the rest of the night. That night all I could think of was the looks on JHope's face. Before I knew it, I had my hands in my panties gently rubbing and touching myself. I got on all fours still teasing myself. With my face in my pillow and my ass in the air I pushed 2 fingers inside myself. I imagined Hoseok was behind me pushing himself deep into me. I took out my toy and fucked myself, fervently rubbing my clit. I wondered what he sounded like when he was about to finish, wondered if he liked to pull out and leave his spray or if he enjoyed creampies. Before I knew it, I was sailing through an intense orgasm. I called out his name when I came. I was breathing heavily into my pillow and reality hit me. I just masturbated to the face of a gay man. A man with a boyfriend, even. I laughed out loud at my stupidity as I went to the bathroom to clean up.