VHope: The OneShot Collection

Vhope: Fireworks

Prompt: new year

Warning: smut. Terrible cause authornim can't write one to save her life. I apologize already.

Fireworks.

Some are erupting outside the house, and a whole lot inside of Taehyung.

He's trying to muffle down his moans, but he can't. Hoseok's not being easy either, his wet lips against his own, his hot, hungry tongue ravaging inside of his mouth, and his cool hands digging into his hips.

His mind is lost in a torrent of sensations and emotions, and eventually, he forgets control.

He grabs Hobi by his hair, and pushes his face up; dominance taking over, the battle of tongues begin. He can feel Hoseok's surprise, and then his immediate recovery as he feels his butt getting squeezed by large hands.

The hands follow his naked thigh about, as Hoseok bends, and wraps his legs around his waist. Finding the nearest wall, he presses Taehyung to it, and breaks off the kiss.

He doesn't speak as he trails his lips straight to his ear lobe, grazing it in between his teeth. It's Taehyung's weak spot, and he spills out his gratitude for Hoseok's blessed tongue.

Hoseok's already gone ahead, wetting his mark with his tongue, and further trailing down Taheyung's neck with hot, open mouthed kisses. His hands are still on his thighs, squeezing them out as he kisses Taehyung's collarbone. The cold hands against his hot skin makes his skin burst into fireworks.

"Hyung," Taehyung moans out, feeling wet already. His legs tighten about Hobi's waist, and Hobi knows he doing all things right.

He thrusts his semi hard against Taehyung's clothed butt, and Taehyung howls out in pleasure.

He smirks against his collarbone, and gives a final lick before setting him down. Hazed out in lust, Taehyung can barely understand how they travelled from the hallway to his bed so fast.

His back barely kisses the bedsheets and Hoseok's on him already, unbuttoning his shirt, kissing his chest as the expanse opens. Taehyung's hands are again dug against his back, his lips pressed against the side of his eyes, his back arched as he looks for some friction.

He's not ready when Hoseok's done with his shirt, and his fingers are pressed against his nipples, his mouth on his abs, and his hard on directly pressed to his thigh.

He grabs the bedsheets on his sides, and moans as the two sensations of cold and hot excite himself to an ethereal bliss. His pants are completely wet, his erection hard and painful, and he can't wait no more.

His words choke in his throat as Hoseok continues down to kiss his V line, pushing down his pants further, breathing onto his hot erection. He's twitching, he's sweating, he knows he won't last long.

He again arches his hips up, and Hoseok deviously smirks at him.

"But baby, there are still ten minutes left," he says, teasingly. "I can't make you see fireworks anytime before 12 o'clock,"

Taehyung can't breath, and all he wants is Jung Hoseok to be inside of him.

But two can play the game.

He pushes Hoseok up from his collar, and midway, they meet to a heated kiss. Taehyung rolls him below himself, and his hands travel until the reach a similar tent in his pants.

He presses it, and Hoseok's moaning into his mouth. The continuous friction of his bare legs rubbing against his own hard on, his clothes against his naked chest, turns Taehyung on more. He slips his hands into Hoseok's shirt, denting along his collarbone as his hands travel south, and shove down into his pants.

Hoseok's eyes roll back in pleasure, as Taehyung's fingers rub against him, and spring him out free. Taehyung gives him a few pumps, while his other hand opens the drawer next to the bed, to pop out lube.

Hoseok screams out as his fingers press against his slit, and Taehyung sores up more at the sight of Hoseok's flushed face and sweaty chest. He makes no time to slip out of his own shorts, and lower Hobi's as he smacks up lube against it.

"No prep?," Hoseok can barely contain his surprise. Taehyung smirks back at him.

"New year, new me,"

He immediately positions and lowers himself slowly onto Hoseok's dick. The pressure of being filled up both pains and pleasures, as he grabs Hoseok's shoulders. Hoseok, on the other hand, can't help but groan at how tight Taehyung's blessed ass is, and holds him by his sides, as his legs curl around his waist.

Taehyung takes a moment or two, but then he pushes up, and then down. Hoseok's seeing stars already, but the position for Taehyung hurts more than pleasures. He realises his stupidity as he continues to try, but stays unsuccessful.

Hoseok can see it through the haze of his pleasure, and immediately grabs his legs and puts them on his shoulders. The new position angles out to Taehyung's pleasure, as he and Hoseok both push him up, and then down.

Picking up pace, Taehyung is able to catch the movement, as Hoseok continues to thrust out. He's hitting his prostate right, his erection is painfully hard against Hoseok's chest, but he cares about neither as he loses himself to the torrid of sensations about him.

Finally, his spot is hit, and he screams out Hoseok's name, coming all over. His eyes roll back, still in his high as Hoseok continues to thrust into him, as he finally spills out inside him.

Taehyung pants, as he takes his legs off of Hoseok's shoulders, and Hoseok pulls himself out. They press their foreheads against each other, as they try and catch their breath, and then they hear the countdown out loud.

"Awh, fuck," Hoseok moans. "We came too soon,"

Taehyung laughs. Hoseok sure knows he need time for a round two, his butt is as sore as it could get.

"3! 2! 1!,"

Taehyung and Hoseok meet halfway in a kiss. It's not as passionate and wet as before, just simply full of love.

"Happy new year, Hoseok,"

"Happy new year, Taehyung. Glad I fucked you all the way to a new year,"

"You---,"

-X-

I'm sorry
This is ew
My first time
Holy water is on the third stall to the left, thanks
Gotta blast.