《Bts one shot book》Tricks
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Have you ever seen a man in public who always smiled and gave off a sunshine attitude? You would only see a happy guy with a large smile walking around, would you think he had a down side? Or would you think he was as innocent as he looked?
Well you're wrong darling! He would show off such a sweet smile in public but as soon as the doors were closed.... he became someone else. He would do things to you that people would never think he'd be into, he would make you feel a type of way that no one else could do. He could make you scream his name for the neighbors to know, he could make you cum so hard that you pass out... then give you sweet kisses and an innocent smile right after.
You'd think this would be any innocent looking guy but not this guy.... this guy was my boyfriend and his name was Jung Hoseok. The rapper and dancer known as J Hope, the innocent guy with great moves, amazing rapping skills, and a beautiful heart shaped smile. That's what we all saw when he was on a camera but off camera was the Hoseok no one has seen.... no one but me. He was my master... the only man who could make me feel pleasure... I was always drunk off his presence.
Today was his day off so I got the chance to spend all day with him, we were planning to go on a picnic but the rain decided to come. I sat in our room reading a book about a couple who wanted to try new things in their relationship, the same thing I wanted to do with Hobi. I heard the shower turn off meaning he was finally done, I kept my eyes on the book as he stepped into the room wearing a towel around his waist. I couldn't help but to peek at his wet body with the way the water droplets fell down his abs.
I could feel the tingling between my thighs as I pictured what I wanted him to do with me. I could picture him pushing me into the mattress, slapping my face and body as he commanded me into my sub space, making me pleasure him as I don't get a chance to come around his, I snapped out my thoughts as I seen Hobi smirking at me. He looked me up and down like I was prey.... and I loved it.
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I gulped and put my book down on the end table as I licked my lips at his drying body, "Baby... can we try something new?" I whispered but he still heard me. He chuckled walking towards me with lust in his eyes, he bent down putting his lips over mine but they weren't touching. It drove me crazy as I felt his warm breath over my lips.... I wanted to taste him... I crave him. "Baby please," I moaned out but he chuckled and rubbed his thumb over my lips before sticking it in, I greedily sucked it. he whispered as he pulled his thumb out my mouth and pushed it on my clit making me whine, "Ahah,"
I was only wearing a large t shirt with dark green lace panties and of course they were his favorite. "Hobi please I need you.." he looked into my hooded eyes and whispered, I bit my lip as I looked towards the closet. He followed my eyes and laughed before softly smacking my face, I looked down but he grabbed my chin and forced my head up He slapped me but I bit my lips from the pain that gave me so much pleasure.
'Church - Chase Atlantic,'
"Master.." I finally said as he smiled before kissing my cheek, He asked as he went to the closet. "Red master." He nodded opening up the closet reaching towards the back grabbing a black bag with our favorite toys in it. No one knew of this bag because we hid it so well from the members, they were home so I knew they would hear us but it turned me on knowing they would. Hobi said as he reached into the bag, I got onto the bed on my elbows and knees. I stretched my arms out so he could cuff them with the leather straps, I made sure to arch my back the way he wanted so I wouldn't get punished.
he slapped my ass with his large hand, "Ahh.. master!" I could feel his smirk as he rubbed the spot before smacking it again. He started smacking my ass and I counted until we reached 20... 10 on each cheek.
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He kissed over my ass from the marks he gave me, I could tell it was gonna be hard for me to sit tomorrow. He pulled my panties down and I could feel how wet I was from the spankings, He smacked his hand on my pussy. "Ahh..yes master," he groaned at my obedience. I could hear his towel hitting the floor. "Yes please master," I started pushing my hips back against the air as I felt him getting behind me.
He rubbed the tip of his cock from my hole to my clit, I bit my lip to keep myself from moaning too loud. He slapped my ass, "ahh!" I screamed as he rubbed over the mark,He slapped my ass again as he rubbed his tip faster on my clit, I could feel my thighs tremble "Master please...please." I moaned louder as I felt my high coming. He rubbed even faster as I finally squirted on the bed with a yell of his name, I could hear yoongi on the other side of the wall grunting.
I whimpered as I thought of the dirty thoughts that maybe yoongi was next door stroking himself to my moans, it made me even wetter as I dropped on the bed. It didn't go unnoticed by Hobi, he slapped my pussy again as I moaned, "Master fuck!" He bent down to my ear whispering,He then pushed his cock inside of me going at a fast pace.
He went harder inside of me not letting me get used to his size but then again I never could. His dick was 9in and pretty thick, we didn't fuck a lot but when we could I never got used to the girth. He was pounding into me and it felt amazing but what made it better is when I heard groans from the other room. "Fuck.. fuck..." I could hear Yoongi moaning, I could picture him stroking his cock to me getting destroyed. It made me moan louder, "Yesss master destroy me please!"
Hoseok went as hard as he could as gripped my hips knowingly causing marks to show, We could hear the groans stop from the other room as if he was waiting so me being a good slut I moaned for him. "Yoongi his cock feels so good.." Hoseok smacked my ass and I was able to hear the moans again but louder. I felt so happy to be praised from my master but my high came again and took over my body as I shook from the intense pleasure. "Shit... I'm coming!" I squirted again making Hobi cum inside me, I even heard Yoongi groan loudly letting me know he came as well.
I smiled in a daze as my body went limp on the bed, Hobi started kissing my cheek as he uncuffed me. He constantly praised me as he flipped me over softly making sure not to hurt me. He gave me his sweet smile as he picked me up bride style taking me to the bathroom to fix me a bath. As he got me in the tub his phone went off, he left to check it and came back to show me who it was. It made me chuckle but agree with a cheesy smile.
Yoongi: "uh... Hoseok... can I join next time??"
Edited - 6/15/22
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