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Lemonade (JHS x F!Reader)

❃ Festivaled Away: Hot Boy Summer hosted by @bangtanbathhouse

 ⤞ Ticket: Pool Party

⤞ Main Event: Frostee (one night stand)

⤞ Games: Degradation

pairing: Soundcloud Rapper!Hoseok x f!reader genre(s): pwp, smut au(s): enemies to lovers, one night stand word count: 1.9k  warnings:  Dom!Hoseok, very bratty!reader, Hoseok is kind of a jerk, drinking, smoking, oral (f. receiving), fingering, spanking, degradation, dirty talk, edging, Hoseok is an ass man, hitting it from the back, unprotected sex, pull-out method (don’t do this pls), squirting, the ending is ???

rating: 18+

summary: You bash rising celebrity rapper J-Hope at a party, only to have him turn up behind you and teach you a lesson.

a/n: hehe ok so I was supposed to be on hiatus but then i graduated and became a docta but then also managed to injure my eyes and end up in the ER the night before graduation so it’s been a weird, kind of uplifting week? Please just take this as it is lol, and if  you liked the fic, please don’t be afraid to let me know what you think! thank you to both Mars @joheunsaram​ and Kris @lonelyhobi​ for helping me brainstorm the plot! Enjoy! <3

listen to: lemonade by gucci mane

Hoseok is out of it. He knows that for sure, knocking back another shot, feeling the bitter sting of alcohol travel down his throat. Everything around him melts into a haze – the splashing from the poolgoers, the pounding bass, the giggling of the two girls he’d just picked up at the bar. He takes another hit, offered by the pretty blonde on his right, and scrolls through Tiktok, a smirk pulling at his lips when he comes across another one of his songs in a dance challenge - scores of hotties shaking ass to his music. This was the life. Maybe he’d drop another single about tonight’s party.

Exhaling, the clouds of smoke escape his lips, carried away on the wind, nothing but the faintest of whispers. The faintest of whispers. Hoseok’s ears perk up, his attention piqued by something he hears across the pool, on the other side of the party. A gaggle of women, their laughter as bubbly as the champagne that’s been flowing the entire night. And in the center of it, a singular sullen face.

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