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⚠️ Trigger warnings

Smut

Angst

Intimate scenes

Strong Language

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Hoseok's POV

I'm so exhausted. It's been a long day at the office.

When I drove in, there was just one light visible from the roadside, and from the angle of the house, I could tell that it was Yoongi hyung, who was preparing for the court case he had to present the next morning.

We have received more clients, especially now that we had a wedding around the corner. Mr. Kim, my Imobu, wanted us to get some practice before we all took our month's leave for our honeymoon. There was so much to do, and do little time to do it!

Expecting everyone, except for hyung, to already be fast asleep; given the hour, I locked the kitchen door behind me. When I turned, however, I froze on the spot, wordlessly staring at my fiancée clearing away the dishes in the sink.

A delicious smell wafted through the kitchen, it was the satisfying smell of vanilla and strawberries. Lying on the counter, and all ready for consumption, were just over two dozen strawberry cupcakes baked and decorated by my gorgeous fiancée.

I glanced at her, padding around the kitchen in her pink rabbit slippers that had the cutest little ears attached; which often flapped along whenever she rushed around the kitchen in the mornings.

Haneul wore baby pink, checkered, flannel pyjama bottoms and a white t-shirt that had an adorable, glittery pink heart on the front. Although, Yoongi hyung's black apron covered most of the design as she worked.

I set my car keys down on the counter top, and wrapped my arms around her waist, placing a kiss on her cheek.

"Oh, Hobi! You're back!" She exclaimed, rinsing her hands out and turning to face me. She placed a kiss on my lips as she reached for the hand towel we had hanging on the wall adjacent to the sink.

She's such a busy-body!

Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer to kiss me again. "I baked an entire two and half dozens worth of strawberry cupcakes while waiting for you!" She pouted.

Well... I didn't expect her to stay up, waiting for me at eleven o'clock in the night.

"Mmm... And how delicious they taste." I teased her, licking the icing off her bottom lip. Haneul's cheeks tinted slightly, matching her pyjamas.

"Why don't you freshen up and I'll get supper ready for you." She offered sweetly. But I was in a different kind of mood tonight.

"I have a better idea." I hummed in her ear, lifting her off the ground in a swift motion, carrying her to my room. "Hoseok!" She squeaked in surprise, but let me carry her off.

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Her lips had crashed against mine the second the room door clicked shut. Legs wrapped around my hips, her hands grabbed fists full of my coat's lapels as she pressed forward into the kiss. My hands close around her tighter, inching closer to the bed.

"You- look- so- fucking sexy- in this- suit." She breathed impatiently between each kiss she pressed to my lips.

Her fingers worked light lighting, undoing the buttons of my shirt. A small groan escaped through my lips causing Haneul to respond even more.

I sat at the edge of the bed, with Haneul sitting on me. The look in her eyes darkened as I kissed her neck, sucking on her soft, creamy skin. Shrugging my coat off, Haneul pulled my shirt open, her lips grazing my jawline, and neck.

"Haneul..." I rasped. "Shhh... We need to get into the shower." She murmured, her tiny hands gripped my shoulders.

I let out a light chuckle, feeling a little nervous about being more intimate with her. "Oh, yeah? Is my princess going to have a shower with me?" I raised an eyebrow skeptically at her, my eyes roving over the tight fit of that white, almost see-through t-shirt.

"Oh, me? If you want I'll ask Jungkook to shower with you instead?" She raised an eyebrow at me with sass.

Goodness, it was so sexy.

"That's if you're able to handle both of us at the same time." I winked. A bright red blush crept up her neck and all the way to her cheeks.

"I didn't mean it like that!" She shoved at my shoulder and climbed off me, standing up and crossing her arms at me poutily.

"Is my little kitten mad at me?" I chuckled. Gripping her hips and pulling her closer.

The motion was enough of a thrill to jolt her out her temporary pout. My kitten knew exactly what she wanted.

Her fingers crawled up my bare chest, eyes appreciating what she saw.

"Mmm... I want you Hosoek. Now." Her eyes met mine with that last word, steeling my resolve.

My hands held her jaw delicately, lips gliding over hers hungrily. Every kiss we shared was sacred. I savoured it.

Haneul and I slipped our clothes off, throwing them onto the bed. I carried her into the shower, letting the hot water run over us as I found her lips once more.

Things felt so different now that our bodies were pressed together, skin on skin. It felt good.

My hands roved over the swell of her breasts, my thumbs gently massaging circles over her nipples. A tiny gasp escaped her lips, her hands reaching for my dick.

Fuck!

My kitten takes her playtime seriously.

I kiss a path down to her breasts, taking a nipple between my lips and flicked my tongue over the tender skin.

Haneul's breath hitched in her throat, her grip around my hardened, throbbing dick, tightening. Her thumb ran over the tip in a torturously slow circle, teasing my release.

I felt my dick twitching, as a lazy smile formed on her lips. My fingers slid down her hips, caressing her wet folds. Haneul's legs parted, allowing me to run my fingers deeper.

She let out a satisfying hiss as I slowly massaged her clit with my thumb, my fingers delved into her folds. "Mmm... Yes baby, just like that." She murmured, grinding her hips against my hand.

Deciding I wanted to tease her a little more, I knealt down, her legs resting on my shoulders as I held her up against the cool tiles. My tongue flicked out, tasting her, earning a another satisfying hiss of pleasure from my fiancée.

"Fuck- Hobi-" She moaned my name, her thighs vibrating against my face as she came onto my tongue, like a good little kitten.

As soon as she recovered, however, my fiancée knealt down in front of me, gripping my rock hard member in her tiny hand. Immediately she worked her fingers in an upward motion, massaging the shaft. Her other hand held my hip, steadying herself.

Her lips grazed over the tip a few times, torturing me as she brought me closer to my release. I felt her soft tongue flick over the tip, toppling me over the edge.

But before I could move a muscle, she swallowed my length, taking in most of my shaft. Her tongue swirled around the tip, making my hips buckle with the pleasure coursing through my core.

"I'm about to come darling." I warned her, in case she wasn't comfortable with swallowing. But she stared into my eyes, holding still, swallowing cheekily, then rose to grin at me.

"How's that for a thank you." She smirked. I captured her cheeky little mouth in mine, sucking on her bottom lip.

"Are you sure you want to continue?" I asked her, confirming that she was okay with everything.

"Yes, I want you Hosoek." She threw her arms around me.

I gently eased into her folds, the pleasurable hiss from my fiancée telling me she was ready for more. Gripping her hips to hold her steady, I thrusted slowly, revelling in the feel of her.

"Harder." She gasped. "Mmm... My kitten likes this, huh?" I murmured, kissing her neck as I picked up the pace.

"Yes..." She hissed. "Hobi- oh yes." Haneul moaned incoherently.

We danced in rhythm a little long before coming together in tandem, panting heavily. A satisfying wave of pleasure washed over me as I realized this was my first time with Haneul.

"Sarnaghae Haneul." I whispered in hushed tones to her.

"Nado Hosoek." She kissed my lips, holding me under the hot water therapeutically running over us.

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It felt good to be with my future wife. In two day's time we'd officially be husband and wife... Something I didn't think was going to happen. For a while we weren't sure if we were going to approach Haneul.

After the accident and her amnesia, we were scared to approach her, in case it made things worse. But after her twentieth birthday last year, oesungmo (my mother's brother's wife) or Yoongi hyung's omma, advise that she observed some improvement in Haneul's condition.

And just as oesungmo predicted, Haneul has already started to remember us by her twenty first birthday.

Before the incident, Haneul and I rarely met, mainly for her safety because of my stalker. But now that we've managed to resolve the matter once and for all, I could finally be with my woman.

Nothing felt more liberating.

"What are you thinking about?" Haneul smiled at, rolling over in bed to rest her head on my bare chest. Her arms were possessively wrapped around me.

"About everything that's happened so far, Ne Sarang. I'm so glad I have you." I pressed a kiss to her lips, savouring this moment alone with her.

For in this moment, we were just Hoseok and Haneul, two people in love.

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A/n: Thank you for reading 😊

Sorry for the short chapter. I might release a bonus chapter that elaborates...

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