fetish: Hoseok 🖤

                                    

                                          
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Very very toxic relationship, age gap (9 year difference between reader and Hoseok), sexual content, lots of arguing, mature themes. Long chap.
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Fetish~Selena Gomez (slowed)
                          
"You got a fetish for my love, 
I push you out and you come right back"
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You sit on the bed, watching as Hoseok walked out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel around his naked waist. The both of you had taken a shower together - you getting out first to take care of your hair and now he was getting out. 
                          
Just thirty minutes before you had both had sex, and now your legs were sore and shaking as you settled into the bed. Hoseok walked over towards the big ass walk in closet in his room, pulling out a pair of boxers and sweatpants for himself and one of his t-shirts and a pair of underwear you left at his house for you. 
                          
"Thank you." You mumble when he reached you the pair of panties and the t-shirt. He only smiles at you, putting on his clothing before getting in the bed next to you. 
                          
Hoseok pulls you to his chest and you melt into his warmth. It always felt good when he held you after sex, especially after sessions like the one you had before. It wasn't like usual. It was slow and it was something you could savor. Other times you would experience the aftermath and be left with a fucked up mind because Hoseok was into things that most guys your age weren't. But that's probably because Hoseok wasn't your age...
                          
He was way older. Nine, almost ten years older to be exact. You were nineteen and he was 28 years old. Almost thirty. He owned his own company, he had a lot of money and he was mature half the time although he had his fun, laid back side. 
                          
You didn't like him for his money. You liked him because he made you feel safe. You moved to Korea a year ago to start college and you and Hoseok ended up meeting at a bar. What attracted you the most was his smile and his high tolerance when drinking. He wasn't a light weight but you were. He ended up taking you back home with him because he didn't trust for you to drive home by yourself. 
                          
He didn't try anything and that's when you realized just how mature and trustworthy he was. He was a real man and you were nothing but a 18 year old, lonely college student. 
                          
After that you both exchanged numbers. You hung out and as time passed you grew closer. One night you both ended up sleeping together. After that, things changed. You started to feel more attracted to Hoseok and he to you as well. Although he was a grown man and you were only 18, you just couldn't ignore how you felt towards him. 
                          
He would pick you up from school, you would spend nights with him, go on little dates and the list went on. But when you two weren't having fun and being lovely towards one another then you two were arguing. In the end, it always resulted in angry sex. It was toxic and it was repetitive but you two just couldn't leave. 
                          
"You hungry, baby girl?" He asked you, rubbing small circles into your skin as you cuddled up against him like a puppy. You nodded. "What are you in the mood for? You can order it I'll pay." He yawned. 
                          
You clicked your tongue, deep in thought. You couldn't come up with anything off the bat so you just asked could you look on his phone. "Mhm." He said, reaching you his phone. 
                          
You get the password from him, resting back on the bed as you looked through doordash to see what you could get. In the midst of surfing the endless food places, a notification comes through on his phone. A text message. Only a number, no contact name. 
                          
You raise your eyebrows. From the corner of your eyes you could see Hoseok too focused on the TV to even care about what you were doing. You purse your lips, not wanting to invade his privacy you only continue to order the food. The notification comes through again and this time, you catch the message.