× YOUR POV ×
Again...Waking up in the morning, nothing has changed except waking up beside Jimin. I spend all my day with him...fucking.
I can't believe I lost my virginity to one of the most famous kpop idol. I tilt my head to the side admiring Jimin's sleeping face,
he looks so innocent *giggles*
I sat up and realized I'm still naked. I got up from the bed and started to take a shower and get dressed.
After that I saw Jimin putting on his shirt, i greeted him
"good morning" with a warm smile on my face
"Good morning too baby" Jimin replied,
making his own way towards me. Surprisingly, he wrapped his arm around me and kissed me on my forehead,
"sorry about last night, i said I'll gentle but…" he paused
"It's fine. I kinda enjoy tho" I stated,
reassuring him. How sweet of him, ahh~ I feel fluttered.
"I should make it up to you–"Jimin's sentence got cut off when my phone started to ring...
it was Hobi and Jimin seemed to notice it,
"Hyung must be waiting for you, you should go. I'll make it up to you next time, thanks for yesterday" Jimin uttered,
as I thanked him as well and said our goodbyes
× AT THE DANCE STUDIO ×
Hobi called me saying he's at Hybe. I have never been in their company so this is so exciting for me and I didn't expect the staff to know me and just let me in like I've been there for a long time. I entered the Dance studio
and saw him dancing. I don't want to interrupt Hobi so I just quietly walk into the door and watch him gracefully dance.
He looks so handsome and he is really so good at dancing, well he's the main dancer for a reason. A few moments he finally noticed me, and turned around
"Oh you're here, how long have you been here?" Hobi asked,
"Just a few minutes, I don't want to interrupt you so…"
"No, it's fine. How are you?"
"Uhmm...just fine haha don't worry" I replied
"Want to dance with me?" Hobi stated,
reaching out his hand for me. Why does he look like a prince asking for me to dance?! AHHH– *calms myself down*
"I'm not really good at it haha" I said, letting out a awkward laugh
"It's fine, I'll teach you but first. show me what you got" He said,
– AUTHOR POV –
She gazed across the lacquered wooden tiles and, with a sudden burst of courage that she hadn’t known she’d possessed, stepped onto the dance floor.
As the thrumming rhythm of classical music whispered into her ears, she began to dance.
Sliding her right foot back and the other one forward, she dropped low so that her dress brushed the ground, then sprang back up again, so quickly that she got whiplash.
She threw her arms out and waved them from side to side, perfectly in tune with the beat, before jumping into the air. Her dress spun around her and for a moment it felt like she was flyiny...
then the ground was beneath her again
She was dancing. Arms flailing in the sky above her, she whirled around and whooped her happiness into the sweat-stained air.
Foot forward. Back. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d done this — why had she ever stopped? A hand grabbed hers and she was swung backward, dipped low, then soaring into the air,
the flashing colors momentarily blinding her … she touched ground again and skidded to a smiling, breathless halt.
Yn stopped and gazed at Hoseok for approval. He was speechless, he never knew she was this good at dancing and there's so much passion in it.
He claps a few times and showed her a genuine smile, his eyes sparkling in admiration
"Wow I never expected you to like to dance?" Hoseok asked,
making his way closer to Yn. She nodded shyly,
"Well …I really love to dance but…anyways– this is so embarrassing– that's so embarrassing–"
"No Yn, that's actually quite good. Wow…"
"Uhm…thank you. But not as good as you haha"
"Care to dance with me?" Hoseok asked, offering his hand.
"What type of dance?"
"Anything"
"Sure"
He moved his left foot backward in a smooth motion, sliding across the slick floor. She slid her right foot forward, chasing his retreating foot with hers, like a fox on the hunt.
Dipping forward and looking into her eyes, his fingers tightened on her ribs as his left foot came forward again, surprising her foot and chasing it back. They stopped, toe to toe, and he pulled her hips in close to his.
Threatening to brush his lips against hers, he looked to the left, and then to the right. She mimicked him, turning her head opposite. To the right, then to the left.
He pushed her away as though she were too terrible, yet too wonderful, to be near, yet he held on to her left hand with his right, catching her as their arms pulled taut and spinning her out and away. Then he reeled her back in, unable to give her up.
She fell into him, his strong arms wrapping her tight, protecting her before casting her out again. They stayed in that position for a little while, staring into each other's eyes.
Yn felt her blood rushing through her cheek. They two didn't know what they just did. They just follow the rhythm and their bodies move on its own
"Has anyone told you that you're beautiful?" Hoseok spoke, out of the blue.
"How do you think I got in here in the first place?" She replied, having some confidence out of nowhere
Her hands wrapped around his nape, their bodies lightly pressing against each other, he gently laid her down on the cold floor.
Hoseok leaned closer, yn closing her eyes slowly waiting for his heart shaped lips touched hers
But he kissed her forehead instead, "why?" she asked,
"You just did it with Jimin last night, you must be tired." He replied,
"That's so sweet of you but …"
she kissed him.
and then her tongue was in his mouth. In all truth, Hoseok had not invited this prodigy of a tongue; turning, he had merely wished to look at her face,
expecting only that the expression of aesthetic delight he might find there would correspond to what he knew was his own
But he did not even catch a glimpse of her face, so instantaneous and urgent was that tongue. Plunged like some writhing sea-shape into his gaping maw, it all but overpowered my senses as it sought some unreachable terminus near his uvula;
it wiggled, it pulsated, and made contrived sweeps of his mouth’s vault: He's certain that at least once it turned upside down
His hands started to roam all over Yn's curves. He only took a second to finally touch her clothed entrance since she's wearing a dress. Doesn't even think about wearing a cycling, a sign that she wanted this
“Mmm,” she moaned,
his hand curled into a fist between her thighs and gently pushed upward, applying light pressure.
He was taken aback at the lack of underwear—no barrier to touch. The softness, the moisture.
“Take off your clothes. You’re never to enter past this point wearing any clothing.” And with that,
he sat down and waited for her to strip. Yn stand up, excited, dropping her panties, her dress, and her dress in a heap on the floor
Hoseok's eyes were glued to her and had stopped to rest on hrr bare p*ssy, vulnerable and exposed. Trusting.
“You are stunning,” he exclaimed,
walking closer and closer to her until her back finally hit the mirror. Hoseok was fully clothed and you like how completely naked you are
× Your POV ×
"And you're fvcking hot" I replied as he smiled,
and began caressing my soft little tits with his truly large hands. Bouncing them around, slapping them a little. I moaned.
Encouraged, he grabbed the nape of my neck with one hand, roughly, and bent down to lightly bite them and lick them.
I lost all control, reaching out to hold his hips with the soles of my feet. He continued downward to bite and kiss my navel, my hips. He took his time on my hips, grazing them with his soft mouth.
I remember thinking, wow; he takes better care of his lips than his hands. And then he was gliding his tongue over my eager pussy lips, biting them gently and sucking them.
A low, guttural sound escaped me. And then Hoseok started fucking me with his tongue. In and out, he moved it like a small cock, into my wet, ready slit. As he moved in,
he would flick upwards very slightly, and the effect had me shuddering, melting from the inside, wanting nothing more than his cock to take its place.
I reached down and felt him through his pants. He was rock hard. I sat up and unbuttoned his shirt, but he made no move to take it off.
He just stood there, breathing heavily. I unbuckled his sturdy belt, unzipped his pants, and moved them down past his ass, followed by his black boxer briefs.
Rather than take them off, he left them to mingle with his work boots down around his ankles.
His cock: hard. Long but not too long, and thick. I hopped off the counter and kneeled in front of him
“I want you to fuck my face,” I said.
“Pretend my face is a p*ssy, and fuck it,” I said.
I opened my legs wide because it made me feel like an amazing slut, and I opened my mouth wider, waiting.
I didn’t have to ask twice.
“You’re a whore?” he asked, smiling.
"from now on, yes" I said. “For you, yes.”
He liked that answer and grabbed me by the hair at the back of my head, jamming his cock into my mouth, slowly but firmly, until his tip was kissing the back of my throat.
I gagged a little, and he began thrusting into my throat hole. I gripped his cock tightly with my lips as he did, and let my tongue relax and run its way around his head.
He lost his mind and held me tight by the ears as he fucked my throat harder and faster. With each thrust,
my legs slid further apart on the tiles, and my knees hurt, but I became wetter and wetter for his cock.
He stopped suddenly and I fell backwards onto the floor. He laid my bathrobe on the floor, folding it in half to create a soft surface.
“Lie down,” he said.
So I did. On my back, on the cold floor. He finally kicked off his shoes and pants and briefs, and even dropped his shirt into the pile.
His broad chest was bump and the man had a six-pack. I reached up with my foot to run my toes over it, ridge by ridge. He smiled.
“You like me, whore?”
“Yes.”
He kneeled down, bent my knees, and pushed my legs up and apart. He licked my pussy a few more times for good measure.
Then he grabbed a condom from his pants t pocket, and rolled it on stealthily, which made me laugh, and was a relief, because it meant I didn’t have to ask. He smiled, caressing my face.
“You’re fun girl,” he said.
And then he slowly pushed his cock inside of me, falling onto me, chest to chest. I hugged him close and I felt I would never close my legs again. As Hoseok i fucked me. I grew warmer, I melted all over him, I groaned, and rocked with him.
He continued fucking me.
I began rubbing my clit at the same time, and he could not take his eyes off my fingers. It drove him crazy,
and I could feel him getting even harder inside of me, if that was at all possible.
I imagined my one of the members walking into the room at this moment
to watch me getting fucked on the floor like an animal by their insanely hot hyung.
I imagined them getting turned on watching me, and whipping out his cock to jack off to the side of me with my legs spread,
my pussy pounded, and my fingers moving in circles on the outside of my quickly tightening hole.
I moaned louder as I looked once more at Hoseok’s chest and his very serious clear blue gaze, which,
without any words at all, was making me feel like a filthy slut.
My muscles gripped his cock so tight that I squeezed him out of me, as my back arched,
and I came—an incredible roar escaping my just-fucked throat. My thighs shook.
He stroked his cock maybe five times max and he was cumming in patterns on my heaving stomach.
END