My Biases (Tag Game)

My biases (Tag game)

I wasn't tagged but I saw this on @kpopbopz blog so o thought I'd give it a shot.

List the groups you like, your bias and bias wreckers and then tag 10 people.

BTS

Bias: Jung hoseok

Bias Wreckers: Min Yoongi and Kim Namjoon.

BIGBANG

Bias: G-Dragon

Bias Wrecker: TOP

SHINEE

Bias: Kim Jonghyun (may you rest in peace. Miss you so much! You were my very first bias)

Bias Wrecker: Lee Taemin

SUPER JUNIOR

Bias: Siwon

Bias Wrecker: Leetuk

EXO

Bias: Xiumin

Disclaimer: there are more but I feel like these are the ones I'm currently listening to.

Tagging: @jimlingss @btssavedmylifeblr @honeyedhoseok @angstchim

Loved the chemistry of this one. Honeyed Hoseok portrayed Hobi with such duality. A fic where you see him both as a Dom and a fluffy baby. :) Can't wait for the next update.

The Black Book |06|

genre: smut

word count: 3k

summary:  Being personal assistant involves doing a lot of different tasks for your boss Jung Hoseok–including setting up his rendezvous with his black book clientele. | CEO!Hoseok scenario

You weren’t sure what you were expecting when you woke up, but the cold emptiness of the bed beside you was certainly not it. You quickly sat up, taking in the fluffy white down comforter that covered your legs, the long button up shirt on your body that was certainly not yours, and the small slivers of pale light streaming in through the curtain-less windows—you were in Hoseok’s bedroom.

Memories from last night flooded your head and made it swim, your eyes closing as you reached a hand up to rub at your temples. A feeling of nagging regret was eating at you from the inside but you pushed it down, swinging your legs off the side of the bed until your toes touched the cold wooden floor beneath you.

You hoped with all your might that Hoseok hadn’t tried to leave you at his place while he went to work—you had a ton of paperwork sitting on your desk to sort through and no key to lock anything up with if you left the building without him.

You released a sigh of relief at coming into the open kitchen and living room space to see Hoseok sitting at the counter on his laptop, a cup of coffee in one hand. His hair was deliciously ruffled up on his forehead from sleep, and flashbacks instantly popped in your head of you running your fingers through the dark strands, tugging as he peppered kisses on your burning skin.

“Good morning,” he said, his voice deep and throaty in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. You’d never heard or seen Hoseok like this, but it was certainly something you could get used to.

“Good morning,” you replied quietly, rounding the counter to grab a mug from beside the coffee pot before filling your own cup to the top with the steaming liquid. Hoseok was staring intently at his computer screen, reading something before typing quickly—you figured he was checking his emails—so he couldn’t see you drinking in his appearance at the counter.

The windows were barely lit up with any of the normal bright, natural light that the space provided, and the time on the clock read 5:30, letting you know you still had plenty of time before having to go to work.

Work.

Today was for sure going to be a different day—the thought made your stomach clench, partly with anxiety and partly with excitement. You picked up your coffee cup, rounding the counter to stand beside Hoseok and peek at his laptop. “What’s got you stressed so early?”

“I’m the CEO, I’m always stressed Y/N,” he chuckled, answering a final email before pushing his laptop away and closing the lid. He took your cup out of your hand, placing it on the counter before grabbing your waist and pulling you in between his legs on the barstool. “Do you have plans this weekend?” he asked, rubbing circles in your sides with his thumbs slowly.

You shook your no head in reply, a grin threatening to break through the blank expression you were trying to keep on your face. You still weren’t sure what last night meant for you and Hoseok, so you were trying to keep a level head and not jump to conclusions too soon—a difficult task all in itself.

“Good,” he hummed, burying his face into your shirt.

“Why is that good?”

“Let’s do something—we can go to the movies or out to eat, anything you want. My treat.”

“Jung Hoseok,” you grabbed the sides of his face, forcing him to look up at you as you talked, a smile playing around the edges of your lips. “Are you asking me out on a date?”

“Something like that,” he murmured playfully, removing his face from your grip and sliding his hands down to your bare legs stretching out beneath your shirt, before coming up to settle right beneath your butt. Goosebumps fanned across your skin wherever he touched not matter how calm you tried to remain, and Hoseok took advantage of this, reaching his hands up to play with the buttons on the front of his shirt you were wearing. “This looks good on you.”

He popped open a button, revealing the soft skin of your chest and placing a delicate kiss there. Your breath came out in a sigh at the slightest feeling of his lips on your skin, already heating up due to his actions.

“What do you say?” he asked while still kissing and unbuttoning, leaving a trail of small presses of his lips in between the valley of your breasts, “Do you want to go somewhere with me this weekend?”

“I-I can’t really—“ you paused, gasping involuntarily at a small bite to the side of your breast, Hoseok finally having reached the last button and pushing the shirt open to reveal your upper body to him, “Right now I can’t even—“

“Think straight?” he hummed, circling his nose around your nipple before taking the perked bud in his mouth briefly, just enough to tease you. Your body bucked at the feeling, but Hoseok had a tight grip around your middle, keeping you in place as always. “Me either, not with you in front of me like this.”

Hoseok stopped immediately after muttering the statement, standing up from the bar stool he was on. You noticed the prominent tent sticking out from his pajama pants seconds before he was grabbing you, hoisting you up so that your legs gripped his waist naturally. His hands settled beneath your thighs, fingertips playing at the edge of your panties, as he began walking you both towards the bedroom.

You wrapped a hand around Hoseok’s neck, angling his face up to capture his lips with yours in a rushed kiss, your teeth clashing together slightly from the force of it. His tongue snaked its way into your mouth, the tastes of both of your coffee mingling together as your hands found home in his hair, tugging at the strands lightly. A groan escaped from Hoseok’s throat at this, his fingertips digging into the underneath of your thighs in response. You pressed the heels of your feet in his back, rolling your hips forward to grind on him as more noises spilled from his mouth, sending an excited ripple through your body each time.

Hoseok walked straight to the edge of his bed, quickly placing you down on it and climbing over top of you, covering your smaller frame with his as he refused to remove his lips from yours. Your hands fumbled at the bottom of his t-shirt, itching to snatch the fabric over his head so you could feel the smooth muscle of his chest underneath your anticipating fingertips, but Hoseok had other plans.

He slid down your body stealthily, a sly grin set on his face as he wrapped his fingers around your ankles, pulling you to the edge of the bed with an effortless tug. He lowered himself down over your core and you squirmed with excitement, making him grab your hips to hold you as he placed light pecks around your panty line.

You sighed, closing your eyes and fighting the urge to make Hoseok hurry up by digging your heels into the edge of the mattress. The light kisses turned more wet, tongue laving at your inner thighs as he spread your legs with one hand, bring it up to help the other one in dragging your panties down your legs ever so slowly. You groaned loudly at the feeling of Hoseok’s teeth grazing your skin, so close to your core it was driving you crazy.

“You already look so wet for me, baby,” Hoseok murmured, nosing his way around your center, his breath tickling you with each word. Your skin was flushed already, your chest moving up and down with the quick breaths you were taking in with anticipation. You bite hard on your bottom lip as you peek down at him, seeing him center his mouth right over your clit before his eyes raise to meet yours—waiting.

“Hoseok, please,” you whimper, your core aching for the feeling of his warm mouth.

“Okay,” he hummed, “I won’t make you wait any longer, sweetheart.”

Hoseok circled his tongue once around your clit, making your back arch off the bed as you gripped the sheets beside your head to keep yourself grounded. He continued to make slow motions around the sensitive nub as his hands felt their way up your legs and over your stomach, pushing your already unbuttoned shirt open to tease his fingers over your nipples.

You were slowly but surely learning why every one of the black book clients were fascinated with Hoseok—he knew exactly what he was doing in bed. He paid attention to each noise that spilled out of your mouth and when so that he could focus on that one thing more, hoping to get louder and stronger reactions out of you. He was much more worried about your pleasure than he was himself, which surprised you, but you definitely weren’t about to protest at the sight of Hoseok’s face between your legs in the early morning, either.

The tightness was pooling in your stomach quickly as Hoseok brought one hand down to circle around your center, coating his fingers with your juices, groaning quietly at the feeling of how wet you were before sliding a finger in ever so slowly.

“Hoseok, fuck, baby,” you stuttered out, moving your feet from the bed to place them on his back, digging your heels into the material of his t-shirt in an effort to bring him even closer to you so that he wouldn’t stop.

You were getting so close to your release with the help of Hoseok’s sinful tongue ringing around your clit and his finger curling inside of you, your eyes clenched shut in order to focus on chasing after that high solely as he continued to pleasure you.

You were so distracted by Hoseok that at first you didn’t pay attention to the vibrations travelling across the bed beneath you, accompanied by the buzzing sound of a phone ringing on silent. It was insistent though, so in a lazy effort, you stretched your arm out for it, finding it and bringing it above your face to focus on the dimly lit screen.

“Shit, Hoseok, wait,” you said, sitting up immediately. Hoseok stopped his movements, looking up to you with a glistening chin. “It’s Mr. Kim’s office calling you.”

“What?” he asked, grabbing the phone out of your hand and immediately swiping the call button over to answer it. “Hello? Yes, this is him.”

You giggled slightly at the mess that was Hoseok before you, kneeling in front of the bed with your juices coating his face. You snatched the sheet from beside you to bring to his mouth and he smiled at you slightly, wiping at his face as he continued to listen to whoever was on the phone.

“Yes, please call me back and let me know. Thank you. Goodbye.”

Hoseok hung up the phone tossing it back on the bed beside you. “That was Kim’s assistant. He wants to meet with me sometime this week—he’s reconsidered our deal from earlier.”

“Really? Isn’t that good news?” you asked.

Hoseok shrugged. “It could be, or it could be just another shitty compromise he’s come up with. You can never tell with him.” He looked sheepishly up at you, his eyes scanning your mostly bare figure. “Sorry we got interrupted when you were so close to coming.”

You sighed, a smile playing on your lips. “Stupid work.”

“Stupid work is right,” Hoseok chuckled, rising from his knees to stand in front of you. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise, okay? But right now we need to head to the office, in case his assistant calls us back and says he wants to meet in forty-five minutes again.”

You nodded. “Okay.”

Hoseok, still unsatisfied with leaving you this way, grabbing your chin, making you look up at him. “I promise.”

“I believe you,” you giggled, removing his hand to place a kiss on his palm. “Go take a shower and get ready.”

“Why don’t you come with me? You know, save water and all that,” he held the same hand out to you, and you took it, standing up and laughing at him a little more. He wrapped his arms around your middle, waddling behind you as you walked with his back pressed to yours, burying his face in your neck as you made your way to the bathroom.

An hour and a half later, you were back at the office, answering emails in the comfort of your desk chair.

You’d gotten a completely new outfit, courtesy of Hoseok. While you were finishing showering, he’d called someone to deliver work clothes for you to his apartment and when you stepped out, you had an arrangement of outfits waiting for you in his bedroom closet to choose from. What surprised you more than him doing it was that the sizes were perfect—each pencil skirt shimmied over your thighs perfectly before settling on your hips and even the dresses dusted the mid of your thigh just how you liked. After you picked out which one you would wear, he decided he would keep the others there in case you ever stayed the night again without warning—a thought that had you bubbling with happiness.

You worked diligently for a few hours, reading and replying to emails, looking through possible new employee resumes and taking phone calls until Hoseok called you on the intercom to do his schedule debriefing.

“Can you come now?” he asked. You agreed happily, tucking your usual supplies underneath your arm before scooting back from your desk, turning your computer off and beginning the walk to Hoseok’s office.

Despite what was happening between you and Hoseok behind the scenes, you knew he still had a business to run and that he expected you to do your job the same as always, so you were determined to keep a normal face at work. You didn’t want to risk any rumors that would upset Hoseok’s career—or more importantly, yours. You still needed the check that this job was providing much more than you needed a relationship—though the two were slowly connecting as time went on.

You knocked on the wooden doors to his office, three raps that was your special knock for Hoseok, before he buzzed you in immediately. He was sitting behind his desk, leaning towards his computer in concentration. His elbow was braced on the shiny surface of his desk, thumb under his chin and pointer finger poised on his lips in deep thought as his eyes shifted over whatever was on the computer in front of him. You closed his door softly behind you, pacing over to his desk to take your position in the chair in front like you normally did.

“Is everything okay?” you asked as you powered on your tablet, balancing it on your knees. “You look stressed again.”

“Just reading over emails,” Hoseok murmured, taking his eyes off the screen to glance at you briefly, throwing a reassuring smile your way. “Again.”

You hummed an agreement, tapping away at your tablet until you had Hoseok’s schedule pulled up. “You have a meeting today after lunch with the financial section and one tomorrow with the marketing team; the one today is at two, and the one tomorrow is at ten am. A magazine called last week and wanted to get together with you to take some pictures of you to accompany the article they’re writing—so I scheduled that for Thursday because your afternoon was free.”

Hoseok listened intently, now staring at you as you continued informing him of his schedule. You could feel his eyes on you, and for some reason that made you nervous to look up.

“Also, I finished looking over the candidates that applied for the public relations position. Here’s the good ones,” you placed a file on Hoseok’s desk, sliding it forward without meeting his eyes. “There’s lots of women eager to get the job, of course,” you added sourly.

Hoseok chuckled under his breath, flipping through the folder quietly. “Does that bother you?”

“I just think we should try to keep the gender quota even,” you replied, pressing your lips together to keep from smiling at his obvious amusement.

“Good point,” he hummed. “Anything else?”

“I think that’s all,” you said, pressing the power button on your tablet so that the screen blinked off into sleep. “It’s a pretty simple week for you when considering your schedule, but I’m sure a curveball will come from somewhere so I won’t hold my breath.”

You finally looked up at him, catching Hoseok’s smirk before it disappeared. “I won’t either.”

The room was silent for a few beats—enough to make you antsy with anticipation—before Hoseok spoke again. “Did you bring the black book?”

It was sitting underneath your tablet, unnoticed by you until Hoseok asked for it. It seemed to weigh down your legs at the mention of it and you shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide the disappointment on your face as you picked it up.

“I just thought I would keep it now,” Hoseok explained, holding out his hand, palm up, for it. “Hopefully we won’t need it for a while.”

You bit your lip to keep from smiling, handing him the book and watching him put it in the drawer beside his desk. “There. It’ll be safe, don’t you think?”

You nodded happily, standing up. “Will that be all, Hoseok?”

“One more thing,” he said, pushing his own chair back and coming around to where you were in front of his desk. He grabbed you by the hips, entangling a hand in your hair as he bought your lips to his for a fiery kiss that sent a tingle down your spine. It was as if he was confirming your relationship with the kiss, sending all of your doubts out the window so that you were left with nothing but solid reassurance. “Do you want to get lunch with me before my meeting?”

You nodded once more, breathless, and Hoseok grinned, kissing you lightly before dropping the hand that was tangled in your hair to lace his fingers with yours. “Let’s go.”

summertime fine