His lips devoured yours, fingers tangled in between the strands of your hair as he cupped the back of your head gently, but resolutely bringing you closer to him.

The shock only lasted a second as you melted into his intoxicating lips, you could taste the expensive champagne on his tongue as he deepened the kiss.

“Ho—” your tried to speak as you pulled from the fabric on the sides of his torso, but his shirt was too loose for him to notice.

“Ho-Hobi, wait” you pushed him back enough for your lips to detach and for his grip on your hair to loosen.

He looked at you with wide eyes, forehead creased, eyebrows furrowed in concern. His heart beat painfully bracing itself for rejection, this time round he thought he might tear up.

I've ruined everything and we are stuck together for another three months. It wasn't going to be different, why did I do this?

His thoughts were choking him, so all he could manage was a weak ‘yes?’ to come out of him.

“What's happening?” your voice was small, you stared up looking back at him scared, it seemed.

What was happening indeed? You'd never called him any nickname before, were you trying to soften the blow?

“I-I thought you…we had something going on” Hobi didn't know what to say. He wasn't sure either, he just didn't know what to do with himself and his feelings.

“And if we did…what did you want?” you asked sincerely, you didn't want to hurt him and you didn't want him out of your life.

“I would like to spend the night with you” he tried to be gentlemanly, he didn't know what to say. But that had not been the point of his visit.

Your breath hitched, the offer of having someone in your bed was tempting. It always was better at night when you weren't alone.

However, he wasn't just another hook up, he was your friend who you had feelings for. He was your client, you were working. You couldn't ruin this, but you were struggling internally.

“I'm sorry, this was so inappropriate” Hoseok started outwardly panicking in front of you for the first time, “I don’t know what came over me.”

He turned around immediately to leave, filled with shame. This was a terrible idea, he wasn't even all that sober and he was so overly frustrated sexually he wasn't thinking straight.

How could he let things get this far?

Your hand took his as he took a step away and he froze on the spot. For a second he was afraid to turn to face you, he was so embarrassed about his behavior. He could feel his face was burning, his ears too.

“Hoseok-ah” you started now being able to properly breath out his whole name instead of his shorter nickname, “come in.”

You were never so sure to be saying something you would surely regret. Your head screamed no, but something else egged you on and it was not the alcohol.

This is a mistake. Don't listen to your heart, listen to your head.

You were afraid of pushing him away and afraid of letting him in. In the heat of the moment, you didn't feel capable of making a decision.

If you pushed him away it might be the last you see of him though, and you did want him. There was no room for any thoughts when you were overcome by the feelings you had wanted to push back.

He walked in warily, not knowing what your intentions were, he didn't want to jump to any conclusions and he wasn't going to make the mistake of pouncing on you a second time. What if you wanted to talk this out?

You pushed the door behind him to shut it with one hand as the other clasped his shoulder tightly and he giggled nervously. There was nothing funny about any of this.

“Um, what—” he blurted out just as you grasped his other shoulder and pushed him back interrupting his anxious blabbering.

Glancing over his shoulder not to trip, he took a few steps back until the back of his knees hit a desk chair and he fell back sitting on it.

🔞He watched you as you bunched up your dress clutching the fabric in your hands at thigh length and hiked it up just enough to be able to open your legs and sit on his lap.

You shifted in place when you sat over his hard-on, which had been pretty much invisible in his oversized shorts until now, smiling to yourself at the realization.

Hobi choked out a soft moan as you made yourself comfortable, you'd shamelessly wanted to sit right on him to feel him. Your provoking him was only secondary.

“Aein*” he breathed out shifting on his seat, the contact was driving him crazy. He could almost feel you, but not quite.

Your hands dug into his hair and scratched the sides of his head making him close his eyes and moan some more for you as you dragged your fingers down.

Your hips moved just a bit, you needed to feel his tip rubbing your spot through your underwear. The much needed stimulation making your heart rate increase.

It's too late to stop at this point, isn't it? The alarms in your head were blaring. You were sitting on your fucking client, it was done.

But he was your friend too, he was just your neighbor before he was anything else.

Now was not the time to tell rights from wrongs. Your mind was clouded with little alcohol, but a lot of frustrated lust.

“What do you want me to call you?” you asked with a little smirk as you stared at his eyelids wanting to be the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes.

“Call me baby*²,” he smiled widely, but kept them shut as you slid your hands down his neck and massaged it while you kept moving your hips against his.

“Mm, so you are that type?” you pulled from the hair at the nape of his neck to expose it and nuzzled the back of his jaw when he moved his head back, lightly biting on it. Hoseok groaned approvingly at the action.

“I'm going to take good care of you, baby”

He laughed at your words, your sensual offer would have been promising, if he was that type, but he wasn't. Not at all.

His eyes fluttered open, dark and threatening as they pierced into yours while his fingers walked up your thighs and pushed back your dress further up. Moving you down his legs at the same time.

Hoseok proceeded to unbutton his shorts, lower his zipper and push them down enough to get the metallic teeth out of the way so you wouldn’t get hurt.

Then with a firm hold on your ass, he lifted you up and sat you back down on him right where you were. The little breathless moan that you uttered was encouraged by the nudge in between your legs as he heard you.

“Baby, look how you react to me” you talked back without an issue, making him chuckle.

Now caressing your way down the slope of his neck and onto his shoulders, you followed your hands with your eyes and looked up at him playfully.

“I like being called baby, but”— he began to explain and paused as he hesitated —“what do you want me to call you, aein?”

His voice had gone from low and dangerous, to soft and sweet when he asked. Your heart melted at the change, at the care in his tone.

“The name you picked is cute, call me that” you said smiling bashfully and stroking his cheek softly.

You were not the type to blush, you took charge without batting an eyelid yet you found yourself questioning once more…

What was it about Jung Hoseok?

“Alright, as I was saying, aein, I'll be the one caring for you after what I want to do to you” he whispered his last few words right below your ear as he kissed the side of your neck, pulling your hair back and off his face.

Your moaning got louder as you moved your hips rougher responding to his love bites and you threw your head back to let him have his way with your neck.

His arms moved from your butt, up your spine and you curved back and over them instinctively wanting him to go lower. Your dress was still in the way though.

“Baby, it feels so good” you mewled praising him and he found he liked the appreciative comments. He wanted to be appreciated.

“You are a talker?” he chuckled in between kisses as you kept telling him where you liked him best. How good he made you feel.

“I can do both, it just depends on who I'm with. I'm not going to shut up either way though” you commented grabbing his cheeks and angling his eyes to look at him with a cheeky attitude.

Hobi smiled widely, he was throbbing underneath you and you smiled smugly at the feeling. Assertive but ready to follow his lead, he liked the combination.

“That's hot, I'm not going to lie, but you are all mine tonight, aein” he grabbed your thighs, fingers strongly digging into the flesh, and got up on his feet to walk you to the bed.

His bottoms fell on the floor in the process and he stepped out when the buckle of his belt hit it without stopping for a moment.

Your body landed on the bed rather forcefully as he purposely dropped you and he unbuttoned his shirt to let it fall from his shoulders, only to tease you, not take it off.

You'd have to do it, to stroke his body while at it, that's what he wanted. Your hands on him. For you to touch him, feel him, take him, taste him. To want him.

You having so casually mentioned whomever you were with hadn't sat well with Hoseok. He wanted you all to himself and he didn't want to hear about others.

He climbed on you and wasted no time as he roughly pulled the dress over your head before throwing it to the desk chair.

His eyes zeroed in on your naked breasts and he hungrily mouthed at your nipples. It made you cry at the sudden stimulation and, in turn, drove him to suck harder.

The heels of your feet pressed his ass to push his hips against yours and, once you had him where you wanted him, you secured him in place wrapping your legs around him.

“Greedy much? I like that” Hoseok commented laughing softly in between soft bites that would surely leave a mark on your sensitive chest.

He felt desirable, needed, he craved it more than anything. He wanted to be coveted, treasured, cherished. Something he couldn't get out of physical intimacy alone, no matter how good it felt.

“Hobi, baby, fuck” you moaned his name feeling your swollen spot relentlessly being shoved against his wet tip through the fabrics of your underwear.

You clawed at his arms, pushing his sleeves down without even trying, leaving his back uncovered and the top hanging from his wrists eventually.

“Yes, say my name, aein. You are so sensitive, aren't you?” he asked now raising above your head, his body rolling seamlessly against your hips in sync with your now messier moves.

After getting his shirt out of the way, his hands held your waist and he reached down and kissed your stomach, your lower abdomen, your hips, anywhere he could put his lips on.

Hoseok was being sweet yet aggressive enough to have you arching your back, pulling at his hair, dragging your nails across his back.

“Fuck, Ho—baby” your voice was higher in pitch, your tone more urgent than before.

“Do you want more, aein? I'm just getting started” he teased you snaking two fingers in your underwear and drawing harsh circles on your spot.

You screamed his name grasping at the sheets and he bit on his lip looking at you panting and gasping for air underneath him.

“You really are a piece of work” he commented smiling entertained as he looked in your eyes, watching your lips moving wordlessly, your eyelashes fluttering, your body twitching at his calulated touch.

You pressed your hips against his hand as he thrusted himself against it to put more pressure onto the bundle of nerves, make more friction, push you further and further.

When he went to tease you lower down, he moved his fingers to enter you, but you came all over them without a warning instead, just as you were going to object.

“Hold up!” you cried out trying to catch your breath.

Hoseok raised his hand and showed it to you smirking. Without a word from him, you grabbed his wrist and brought it closer to run your tongue along it.

Never once breaking eye contact as you took your time with each finger, it had Hobi going feral.

“Look how your body responds to me and we haven't even made it to fourth base” he purred admiring the view way too much, you made it so sensual. Slowly drawing the shape of his entire hand.

“I can't remember the last time I had anything in me*³” you commented as you pulled back and he looked at you surprised.

“Wait, what? How?” he blurted out with wide eyes.

“Hobi, baby, I sleep with women more often than I do men. I am very sensitive as you have noticed and sex without penetration is pretty good, if I do say so myself” you commented this so naturally, but he looked so shocked still.

“But there was that guy…” he muttered suddenly remembering your sexual orientation which had somehow been forgotten like the hallways at home.

“Oh, yeah. That's what I meant when I told you I can do both” you were a little worried now, he still looked lost.

Hopefully he wasn’t put off by the fact. You swallowed nervously thinking about how taboo it might all sound. Did he find it weird that you were the one leading and giving?

It didn't mean you hated being on the receiving end, it didn't mean you didn’t want him inside of you. Maybe that's what he worried about?

“Oh, okay, I get it” Hoseok nodded slowly, eyes unmoving and staring down at nothing even if your bare body was in their general direction.

“If we take it slower I can take it, don't you worry” you commented looking down at his clothed hard-on in between you two.

“You think you can handle it, aein? Will you for me?” Hobi relaxed and played with you once more.

Your fingers brushed his thigh teasingly and he inhaled deeply through his nose. For a moment he thought you didn't want him inside of you.

“Can I?” you asked pointing at his crotch.

“All yours, go ahead” he answered stifling a smug laugh and smirking.

You pulled from the elastic of his boxers playfully and put your other hand in to take him. He breathed out forcefully and cursed delighted at the attention.

“Isn't it you that needs the prep?” he asked raspily as you stroked him with just the right firmness on your grip, your thumb playing with his slit. It was impressive how effortless you seemed to work your wrist.

It drove him crazy how you shamelessly looked straight at him, knowing all too well what you were doing and how to do it just right. You gloated, you were proud.

“I'm afraid I'm pretty tight, I'm gonna need a lot of work” you teased him, but it wasn't a lie. It was late and you didn't have that much time.

“You are not helping telling me those things, aein” he groaned with dissatisfaction.

He twitched in your hand, thinking about your walls suffocating him, and you leaned down to lick his wet tip nonchalantly.

“Why are you doing this to me?” he moaned as he looked down at you, the back of his hand softly stroking your cheek.

“I'm sorry, I really am. Here's another offer for you, baby” you laid on your back across the bed, letting your head hang from the side and patted his knee so he'd get up.

Getting the idea, he got rid of his boxers right away and stood above your mouth with his legs spread.

Hoseok leaned forward to hold your hands, keeping them pressed to the bed. He looked at you upside-down with a mischevious grin.

Your tongue traced his length with care and he shuddered at the feeling. Pleased sounds came from him as you got to work, his eyelids struggling to stay open.

The sights you were giving him tonight were far too hot to him, but he had held back quite a bit not to scare you off. He liked it rougher, more vocal and a little out of the ordinary.

First times could be difficult as he navigated them, searching for signs of compatibility. At least you were not afraid to tell him what you did in bed, what you liked.

That was incredibly sexy of you, he liked creative and daring. He didn't shy away from new things, he liked to have fun, to switch it up and couldn't care less how out there they sounded if they felt good.

In the bedroom, Hoseok was adventurous and innovative and he'd try everything you wanted if you shared this mindset.

Traditional bored him, he wanted to let loose, things could only get better when he broadened his horizons. He couldn't go wrong with anything.

You wrapped your hand around him and slid him in your mouth way too slowly, the corners of your lips curling as he narrowed his eyes disapprovingly at your provocation.

His hips started thrusting smoothly, figuring you out, more controlled than you'd expect. Hoseok carefully tested his limits each time before playing with that knowledge.

As he became rougher with every minute, his hands found themselves on your knees instead, to hold your body in place, and yours clasped his thighs to help him.

The scene was lewd and it drove him wild. Excitement kept building in him like the crazy good orgasm he had a feeling he'd have.

Unconventional was his language in bed and you clearly were anything but dull. He was enjoying every minute of finding out what you were like.

Oh, the fun you two could have once you were more comfortable with each other.

At the thought he felt about ready to burst and pulled out abruptly, wrapping his hand around his head and coming on it with a loud growl, followed by a moan of relief.

“Fuck, aein” he choked out and leaned down to kiss your lips gratefully.

Opening his hand and briefly looking at it, he scanned the room for something to clean himself with.

“Here, baby” you opened the drawer of your nightstand and handed him some tissues.

When he had cleaned himself and you, you laid next to each other contemplating what you had just done.🔞

Your breathing was labored, your bodies were hot and sweaty from the franctic moment and you were both quiet for a few minutes.

It felt so right, but you both knew it was so wrong. It wasn't the time or the place. Was it even the right person?

As he felt himself slowly coming down from his high, he reached out for your hand and safely wrapped his fingers around yours to hold onto the feeling that was slipping through them.

Hoseok needed this so badly, he needed you more than he was willing to admit, even to himself. He wasn't ready to, he was afraid of ruining it, of becoming too attached to then be dumped.

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This gif is so overused and I try to avoid those but...

*Aein (애인) the closest translation for this term of endearment is “sweetheart”. Anyone can use it with their partner regardless of gender or when referring to someone’s partner.

*² Hobi has previously stated during a fansign that he'd like to be called ‘baby’ or aegiya (애기야). Aegi is a short form of aegiya.

*³ While there's ways, it's a common misconception that all gay sex is about penetration. Not only f/f but also m/m do a lot more in the bedroom than just that. I know some gay people find it annoying when all the fics that have homosexual intercourse are about that alone.

Hobi has good intentions, but he's never been with a woman that wasn't straight, so he'll say some dumb things out of ignorance.

One of my goals for this book is to clear up some common assumptions straight people make about bisexual people. So our girl is going to educate Hobi on multiple occasions and hopefully you'll learn together with him if you are unfamiliar with the topic as well.