Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Male reader

Summary: The title says it all.

Warnings: Nervousness(?)

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Still sitting on the bed, you silently took a deep breath.

This shouldn't be a problem. I mean, it isn't a problem.

You and Hoseok got married last month.

And you both were dating for more than a year before the wedding.

You were Bang Sihyuk's only child and when you wanted to meet your father in his company, you happened to meet BTS there.

BTS had never known about you and you've not even looked at their pictures back then.

It was love at first sight for you and Hoseok.

After becoming the couple that ARMYs and everyone adored, you and Hoseok decided to take it slow.

And when I say 'slow', I really mean it.

Like, you both took it slower than a snail on the back of a turtle moving on quicksand.

You lost your first kiss to each other only during the sixth monthsary, and baby sparkles? Let's say it's going to happen right now.

Your husband sat beside you on the bed, the bedroom's door closed and, most importantly, locked.

Hoseok felt so nervous that he could throw up the dinner he just ate. The last thing he'd want is you getting disappointed in him.

'What if he doesn't like my abs? What if he finds my body unattractive? What if I'm too slow? What if-'

Hobi's thoughts were cut off as he felt your hand being placed on top of his which was beside him on the bed.

Goosebumps ran through your husband's body and he gulped a little.

Someone had to make a move, so yeah, you did it.

Your hand slowly trailed up to his lap while your eyes were still looking down. "Nervous?" You asked.

"A little," he replied.

"Because it's our first time?"

"Nah. You know that I've been nervous many times before," he answered again, making you blink your eyes for a moment.

"You know, we talked about this and today's the weekend" you started. "So, like we planned, w-we have backup. We could still take it slow and-" you halted, not knowing how to finish your words.

And you didn't have to finish your words as Hoseok turned his body to face you, slowly holding your chin to make you look into his eyes before he captured your lips with his.

Eventually managing to reciprocating the kiss, you slowly wrapped your arms around Hoseok's neck as he laid you on the bed gently.

Seconds felt like minutes when his tongue started swirling with yours, and it was literally the first time you both were making out.

Kisses, pecks, hugs, cuddles, sweet words and lots of ILYs. These used to be the only elements in your relationship earlier.

But now, him exploring your mouth with his hands sneaking under your shirt, took you both to a whole new level.

And Hoseok, felt his something that was soft all through his life until now, both of you turning hard at the moment as he felt your skin heating at his touch.

Pulling away from the kiss, he slowly added kisses to your jawline, nipping your skin then and there when his kisses kept ghosting your neck.

When Hoseok pulled back once again, he eyed you for a long moment, searching, before the sexual tension increased.

You could see the love in his eyes, and something darker, the hearth fire and ink. The anticipation of the night.

The look on his face was as unhindered as you'd ever seen. Unmitigated, and not a small bit desperate that was in a bad way.

You placed a hand upon his cheek, your thumb grazing the soft contour of his mouth.

Hoseok ran his finger through your hair, and the feel made you shiver.

It was so quiet. You could hear every breath he took, and felt it vibrating through him.

"Let's do this as if it's our last" you heard Hoseok say.

"But this is our first time, and our last moment isn't going to be today" you said to him, your voice sounding like music to his ears.

His hand ran through the length of your hair as he gazed into your eyes, his expression tender and full of longing.

"I love you" you said, your eyes having the madness of love.

"I love you more" Hoseok said as he captured your lips with his before he made love to you too fondly to be fearful of the night. His words sounded so reverent that they could have been a prayer.